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Chapter 10: The Color Red

JPOV

When Charlie got home from work, he came in and turned the channel to the sports network. I didn't mind that horrible show being turned off, but when I noticed that it was the baseball game that was on, my last minutes with my dad flashed by. I kept my face straight though, not wanting to upset Bella. It was nice not seeing her cry. I was glad that my last words to my dad weren't bad, like what you see on TV all the time.

*Flashback*

Dad and I were driving from La Push to Seattle to watch a baseball game. It was tradition. Every year, Mom, Dad, Rachel, Rebecca and I, drove to Seattle to watch the baseball game, usually in mid-August. We went every summer, and sat in the same seats.

When Rachel and Rebecca turned 15, they stopped going. I used to sit in between Mom and Dad, Rebecca sat by mom, and Rachel sat next to dad. After mom died, Dad still bought the same 5 seats as always, and after Rachel and Rebecca stopped going, he bought just the three. I knew my mom was watching the game with us still, even if she couldn't be there in body.

One year, I caught a home run ball that was hit by Ichiro Suzuki, of the Seattle Mariners. It was one of 15 home runs he hit that season. That was 5 years ago, and I still have the ball in my bedroom, signed by Suzuki himself.

"Thanks again, Dad. I love going to the game with you. You know, soon, I'll be the one driving you to the game." I joked. He laughed and slapped me in the back of the head playfully. We teased each other for a few more minutes. We always teased each other. My dad was one of my best friends, and I could talk to him about anything. I got excited when we passed the "Welcome to Seattle" sign, and faced my dad. "You're the greatest, Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, son. Hope you enjoy the game." We never really tell each other how we feel, but it was a habit to do so while driving to the game. Mom had started it, and I could never bring myself to stop. It was the only time I told my dad I loved him, aside from his birthday, and vice versa, so I allowed it. We stayed silent after that, like always.

After a few minutes of silence, my dad made a strangled noise, I turned towards him, and if hanging around Leah and Seth taught me anything - their mom Sue is the reservation's nurse – I could only assume he was having a stroke. His foot hit the gas accidentally and he lost control of the wheel. I reached for the wheel, tears streaming down my face, but it was too late.

There was a loud screech and I flew back against the seat. I looked over at my dad, who was unconscious, but I could see his chest moving as he tried to breathe. All I could hear was ringing because of the loud noise I heard when we crashed, and everything went black. That was the last time I would ever see my dad.

*End of flashback*

I held in my tears, and focused my eyes on the game, trying to think of more pleasant rides to Seattle. As one came to mind, Bella went to the kitchen to check on dinner.

*Flashback*

Dad was driving us to the game, Mom sat in the front and I sat in the back between the twins. I was 7, and they were 12. They were talking about who in their class they thought was cute, while I played Pokémon on my Gameboy. Mom looked back and told us how much she loved her family, and we all said it back.

After the game we went back to the reservation and spent dinner at my grandparents' house. I fell asleep on the way home, and mom carried me into bed as dad carried Rachel. Rebecca was still awake, listening to some music on her MP3 player.

*End of flashback*

That was the best summer I ever had. It was also the last I had with my mom. After school started up again, she started getting sick, and before the next summer hit, we has lost her to cancer. I knew she was looking down on me still, along with my dad, which is why I tried to be strong. I wanted my parents to know I would be okay.

When Bella didn't come back in, I went to the kitchen to find her. She was taking the lasagna out of the oven and setting it on the stove. She started cutting it into pieces, so I decided to set the table. She served the food, and told Charlie it was dinner time. We sat down to eat and I couldn't believe how amazing it tasted.

Charlie and Bella talked about her food for a few minutes, and I couldn't help but agree with Charlie. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence and when we were done cleaning up, we went to watch a movie.

"Oh, come on, Bella. Inglourious Basterds is a great movie. I've already watched it 5 times." I tried to convince her to let us watch it. Charlie helped too, agreeing that the movie was great, and Eli Roth's role was perfect. She finally said yes, so we stuck the movie in Charlie's DVD player. Bella seemed to really like the movie, even though I saw her cringe at the scene when the Bear Jew came out from beneath the bridge slapping the bat. That scene may possibly have traumatized poor Bella.

I started falling asleep towards the end of the movie, and was officially gone before the credits played. That night I dreamed of all of the good times I had with my family before my mom died, before Rachel and Rebecca left, and before the accident. Everything was perfect.

When I woke up, Bella and I were laying together on the couch again. Our chests were pressed together and her head was under my chin. I was holding her close to me and had to admit that it felt wonderful. Bella smelled amazing, and she fit perfectly in my arms. I just laid there for almost an hour, just staring at the Sleeping Beauty beside me.

Bella's eyes finally opened, as she tried stretching while still in my arms. She rolled into her back and stretched out, reminding me of a sleepy kitten. As she moved, my hands moved with her, and fell onto her stomach when she turned. I rubbed her belly lightly, and she practically purred with contentment.

"Morning, Kitten." I said, playfully. She gave me a confused look before realizing why I said it, and her whole face turned red. She got up quickly, nearly tripping over the coffee table and went upstairs without a word.

I went downstairs, took a shower, changed into some clean clothes, and went back upstairs. When I opened the door, at the top of the stairs, my nose was assaulted by the most amazing smell in the world.

I walked into the kitchen to find Bella swaying her hips to a Spice Girls song, that I used to hear the twins sing all the time, when they still lived at home. She was making omelet's with cheese, Portobello mushroom, bacon, and broccoli. I stood in the doorway watching Bella relax and have fun, and was glad that she would be alright. She used her spatula as a microphone and sang along with the music.

After watching Bella cook a few times, I came to the conclusion that she was able to get away from everything when she cooked. She seemed to be in her own little world, which was great because she was happy.

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking it too easy, but that's the way it is. What do you think about that, now you know how I feel? Say you can handle my love, are you for real? I won't be hasty; I'll give you a try. If you really bug me, then I'll say goodbye. I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want." Bella sang as she turned around to get something from the fridge, screaming, and dropping the spatula on the floor when she noticed me grinning like a fool at her adorable concert she was putting on for me unknowingly. Bella's face, and probably the rest of her turned red instantly. She actually sounded amazing, so I didn't know why she was embarrassed.

"Hey, Bella," I said, walking over, picking up the spatula and cleaning it off. "You have a really great voice when you sing." I handed the spatula back to her and she turned around to flip the omelet.

"Thank you." She said, either to me complimenting her, or washing the spatula, or both. I wasn't sure which.

"The rest of the day was spent playing games, and watching movies since it was pouring outside. I promised my back I would sleep in my bed tonight. When 11 pm hit, I said goodnight to Bella and Charlie, and we all went to our bedrooms.

I woke up thirsty and looked up the time. It was 2:13 am, according to the clock on my night stand. I went upstairs to get some water, noticing the time on the stove said 2:10. I poured myself a glass of water, drank it, set my glass on the counter, and walked towards the basement door. Before I reached it, I heard Bella scream. I ran upstairs as fast as I could, finding Charlie shaking Bella, trying to wake her up.

I stood beside him and when Bella's eyes shot open, she immediately wrapped her arms around me. I scooted in beside Bella on her bed. She lay in my arms for a few minutes, while Charlie sat in a rocking chair in the corner of her room, before drifting back to sleep, eyes full of tears. I decided to tell Charlie about her nightmares. He found it odd that she hadn't had them yet since coming back, and I explained that I believed it was because of me.

Every time Bella fell asleep, she had a nightmare, except when I was with her. Charlie agreed to let me stay in her room for the night.

The next day went the same as the day before. I beat Bella twice in Risk, and she beat me twice in The Game of Life. That night I woke up again, this time it was 3:46. I went upstairs, grabbed a drink, and made my way upstairs towards Bella's room. When I got to her door, I heard crying coming from inside, which quickly turned to screaming. I opened up her door, as Charlie ran into the hallway. I found it odd that my body was so in tune with her, not that I was complaining.

Charlie agreed to let me sleep in her room at night, as long as the door stayed open. Bella fell back to sleep, and I wasn't too far behind. I fell asleep holding Bella in my arms, kissing the top of her head.

When I woke up the next morning, Bella wasn't in the bed, and I heard the shower on in the bathroom. I needed to use the bathroom so I got up and started walking to the stairs to go to my bathroom in the basement. When I reached the top of the stairs, Bella came out of the bathroom, walking right into me, soaking wet, wearing only a towel. If I thought she was red when I caught her singing, I was wrong. Every bit of skin I could see, which let me tell you, was quite a bit, turned beet red as she almost lost her hold on her towel.

"Um, hey Bells." I said, stumbling and trying not to fall down the stairs with the force she hit me.

"I… umm… I'm so sorry. I just, uh, I used to have my own bathroom, attached to my room, and I uh… guess, I uh, got so used to it, I forgot to bring clothes… with… m… me…"

"Bells, honey, it's ok. I didn't see anything, no harm done. Calm down." I smiled at her, showing I was telling the truth, and told her I would meet her downstairs when she was ready. I went to take a shower of my own and when I went upstairs, Bella was making breakfast again. This time it was scrambled eggs, bacon, and cinnamon buns. I think I wanted to officially hire Bella as my own personal cook, but that made me feel greedy for not wanting to share her talents with the world.

Bella decided it was a good idea to unpack her things, so I called Embry to pick me up so I could grab some more clothes. Embry got here in record time, drove me to my house, and helped me get what I would need until Rachel moved home. We decided to call Quil over, my other best friend, and we all worked on the Rabbit. It was good seeing my friends again, and doing what I loved most, fixing cars.

When it was near dinner time, I said bye, and put my things in the old red Chevy truck I fixed up last summer, that no one would buy, and drove it back to Bella's. By the time I was pulling into the driveway, Bella was already outside, wondering what the loud noise was that I knew by heart. This baby could be heard a mile away.

That night I slept in Bella's bed again, not wanting her to have another nightmare and gladly, she didn't. The next few days were spent down at my garage fixing up the Rabbit, with Quil and Embry, and Bella didn't have any more nightmares, which made Charlie very happy. I became fond of Bella very quickly, and took it upon myself to make sure she was always happy. I wanted her to know that I would always be there for her.

By the end of the week, Charlie let us close Bella's door at night. He knew me since birth, and always trusted me, and knew I wouldn't try anything. Every morning I was given a delicious breakfast, and we were beginning to fall into a routine, which would soon be messed up from having to go to school, but I was happy, and so was Bella. A lot happier than I thought either of us would be only 2 weeks after the accident. There were times I caught Bella crying, and she felt comfortable enough to not hide it from me. Bella was quickly becoming my best friend, and much to my surprise, Quil and Embry didn't mind being replaced by a girl.

I only needed to work on the rabbit one more time before she was good to go, and planned on doing that tomorrow. Quil and Embry agreed to meet me there in the morning. I fell asleep holding Bella, and dreamed of antique cars, and motorcycles.

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