I don't own em, you know the drill.

A/N: See how much I love you? Here already. Enjoy! You guys get so bent. Sheesh. If I recall, a whole freaking book was made to the fact that Bella and Edward were not together and Bella was with Jacob and y'all still read that. I seperate em for like 5 chapters and some of you get so mad at me! LOL. Maaaan. I tell you. The lack of trust hurts, it does. I should put a warning on this story, NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!

Bella

"So, what do you think about that Halloween party I was talking to you about last week?" Ryan said laying his head in my lap.

"Ryan, you know I hate parties and besides it's going to be a bunch of college kids. I wouldn't fit in," I said running my fingers through his hair as I sat on the couch.

"It will be fun. We can dress up, I can introduce you to my friends. If you don't like it, I promise we can leave." He turned to look up into my eyes and pouted. He was persistent, I'll give him that.

"Ugh, I don't have a costume and the party is in two days, what am I going to wear? Everyone will have already taken all the good costumes."

"Oh Bella, how you doubt me," he chuckled as he cuddled against my lap. "I have the perfect costumes for us."

"How? Where did you get them?"

"I picked them out last week."

"You got me a costume before I even agreed to go?" He laughed.

"I knew you would," he said sitting up, kissing me playfully and lying his head back in my lap.

"What are the costumes?" I said as I rested my hand on his head.

"That is a surprise." He was always so sneaky but I had to give it to him, he was good with surprises.

Halloween fell on a Saturday this year which meant I could stay out until 1 am. Great, even less of an excuse to leave early. I wasn't too keen on the idea of being around a bunch of drunken college students. I would rather stay at home and hang out but I guess I had to compromise.

We drove over to his house which was a small white house on the other side of town. It was much smaller than the one we lived in but it was cute and quaint. He pulled into the driveway, parking the bike behind a big red truck. I stared at it longingly and for some reason I missed my old truck back in Forks.

"Hey! You coming?" he said waving to me from the porch. I shook my head, latched the helmet onto the seat and ran off up the stairs.

I was a bit a nervous considering we had only been dating exclusively for a couple weeks and I was already going to meet his family. Only possibly would I meet them, he reminded me earlier when I protested his idea of coming over here to pick up the costumes.

"Bella, it's not a big deal. They may not even be there when we show up," he said as he ran circles on my palm. His attempt to sooth me was failing miserably.

"Ryan, I just….want them to like me." I said shyly.

"Why wouldn't they? I like you and that's all that matters." He kissed my forehead and cupped my face in his hands. "You worry to much. You're going to give yourself premature gray hair if you keep it up." I rolled my eyes at him.

He grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my memory and I followed him up the steps to the bright white front door. He opened the door and the smell of apple pie wafted from the house. I closed my eyes and inhaled the delicious scent. I hadn't had apple pie in years.

He pushed open the door and I looked around the small living room. It was neat and tidy, something you would expect to see in an older home like this. Trinkets scattered were along the mantel piece and book shelves stood on either side of the fireplace filled with hundreds of books. A small beige couch sat in front of the large window near the door and a small tv sat opposite the couch. The floor was an old distressed wooden floor covered with various rugs scattered about in strategic places. So this is where he grew up? Cute.

"Mom? Lauren? Ted? Anybody home?" he shouted as he pulled me further into the living room. I looked up over the mantel and saw a family portrait.

"In here," a voice came from the kitchen.

He pulled me into the kitchen and I dragged my feet. He turned around and glared at me but I dug my heels into the wooden floors. I shook my head and protested silently, waving my hands back and forth. A woman appeared in the doorway smiling.

She was a short older woman, with short graying hair and glasses. She had an apron around her waist, flour dusted her pale yellow t-shirt she was wearing and she was holding a rolling pin in her hand.

"Oh, hi sweetheart," she said reaching up with her free hand and pinched his cheek.

"Mom," he said swatting her hand away, "I want you to meet someone." He stepped aside so his mother could see me.

"So you must be the reason I hardly see my son anymore," she said holding out her hand to me. "I have heard so much about you, Bella. My name is Grace " she said as I placed my hand in hers. She had unusually soft hands. I couldn't help but blush, he had talked about me.

"Nice to meet you," I said shyly.

"Ryan," she said turning to him, "you didn't tell me she was beautiful," she said winking at me. He turned to look at me and smiled.

"How could I have forgotten?" I think I blushed again. Wow, he always knew what to say.

"Well, are you two hungry? I have dinner made and apple pie in the oven."

"No thanks Mom, we just came to get our costumes for tonight," he said grabbing my hand again and leading me to the stairs.

"Alright, if you change your mind, it is in here," she said disappearing back into the kitchen.

I followed him up the stairs into a small hallway. He pulled me towards the very end of the hallway, last door on the right, and opened it slowly. He let my hand go and entered the room before me. I was afraid to go into his room with his mother right down stairs. Ironic considering I had snuck into….his room every night so many months ago.

I looked around the small room with bright blue walls. A small twin bed sat underneath a window, the sheets and comforter spread out over the bed messily. Clothes littered the floor and in the corner near a desk stood an easel with a blank canvas.

He headed to his closet and rummaged through it for minute or two before he pulled out two black bags hanging on wire hangers. I looked at the bags nervously. I was afraid what he had picked out for us.

"You will love them," he said laying the bags down on the bed.

"Well, open them so I can see them for myself." I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

He handed me the top bag and I held it up for a second before unzipping it. A blonde wig toppled out onto the floor and I looked up at him. He laughed, leaned over and picked up the wig, placing it onto my head. I looked up and then back and him.

"Come on, open it then," he said grabbing the bag from me and pulling out black clothing. He held up a shiny black shirt that hung off the shoulders and a pair of shiny black pants. This was a costume? It seemed rather plain to me.

"What…what is it supposed to be?" I said pulling the wig off my head. He threw the clothes back on to the bed and picked up his bag, pulling a similar outfit out, only his was a black t-shirt and black pants. He turned around towards his desk and pulled a black leather jacket off the back of his chair.

"Danny and Sandy. You know, from Grease?" He said pulling the jacket on. I burst into laughter as I dropped to my knees.

"You are serious?" I said trying to catch my breath.

"What? You don't like it?" he said sadly.

"No, no, that's not it. It's cute." I said trying to control myself. I didn't want him to feel badly about this.

I got to my feet, grabbed the bag from the bed and tossing the wig into the bag. He arranged his clothes back into the bag, grabbed his jacket and headed out of the room. I trailed behind him as he descended the stairs and headed into the kitchen.

"Alright Mom, we are going to go get ready at her house." His mother was standing at the stove and turned to look at us.

"Are you sure you aren't hungry?" she said. I saw the same sad face I had just seen on Ryan's face two minutes ago. I sighed and tugged on his shoulder, nodding.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly. I nodded again. "Alright, yeah we will stay." He said placing the bags in an empty chair at the table. She smiled and turned back to the stove.

"Oh, good! Don't worry I will make your plates," she said as she stirred something in a pot. It smelled delicious.

He sat down at a large round table, five chairs placed around it. I sat down first and he pushed my chair in, then took the empty seat next to me. I watched his mother as she stood at the counter, preparing our meal. I felt somewhat bad, I wasn't used to people waiting on me. She came to the table with two plates in hand and placed them down in front of us.

"I hope you like stroganoff," she said smiling down at us.

"Oh thank you so much," I said picking up a fork and looking down into the plate. It looked as delicious as it smelled and if his mother had taught Ryan how to cook I could imagine how it tasted. I took a forkful and put it into my mouth, a small moan escaping my sealed mouth.

"You like it?" she said anxiously. I nodded happily. "Good, very good," she said turning back to the stove. I turned to Ryan who was smiling, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the light from the overhead light.

We finished dinner quickly as it was almost time for the party, said goodbye to his mother. I carried the bags on the way back to the house which was pretty hard to do when the wind was blowing full force at you. We pulled into the driveway at nearly six, the sun was on its way down. We hurried into the house, Rachel and Rebecca were standing in the living room in full costume.

"Hey you two," Rebecca said smiling at me. She was dressed in all black leather, a set of cat ears and a small cat tail attached above her butt. On her cheeks she had three stripes that I assumed were supposed to be whiskers.

"Nice costume," I said sarcastically and she hissed at me. "Oh God, that sure does suit you Beck," I said laughing.

"What are you two going as?" Rachel said. Of course Rachel was something conservative, just her nature. She was dressed as an angel, a feathery halo hovering over her head, a pair of feathery wings hung on her back and a white sheer dress that hung to mid-thigh.

"Danny and Sandy from Grease," Ryan piped up shaking the black bags in his hands.

"That is adorable," Rachel said. I rolled my eyes, yes cute is exactly what I wanted to be.

"We are on our way out, be careful you two, and if you need us, you call," Rebecca said glaring at me. I nodded.

I grabbed my bag from Ryan and headed to my room as he headed to change into the bathroom. I pulled on the shirt and pants were extremely tight, tighter than I cared to wear my clothes. I tired my long hair back into a messy bun, smoothing it down as much as possible and slipped the blonde wig onto my head.

I emerged from the room into the living room where Ryan was already sitting on the couch. I twirled around for him to look at me and he stood up. He walked over to me and grabbed my waist and smiled.

"You look good as a blonde," he said tugging at my wig.

"Well, I am almost ready I just need to grab a pair of shoes from Rachel's room. She's got a pair of red heels." I turned to leave but he pulled me back, put his hand under my chin, tilted my head back and kissed me.

It was a sweet kiss, his lips lingered on mine for a second as he pulled back. I kept my eyes closed, trying to savor the kiss. I opened my eyes and he stared down into my eyes, making me blush. Every time he looked at me, it was like he was seeing into my soul, into my secrets. I looked away nervously, afraid he could see my secrets, my past, my…no not mine anymore.

He gently pushed my face back to his and smiled at me again. I sighed deeply as he leaned down for another kiss, this one longer than the last. I gently sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and nibbled on it as I felt his tongue gently graze my lip. It sent chills down my spine and I dug my fingers into his biceps once more. He was an even better kisser than…my eyes shot open and I pulled back quickly.

"I really need to finish getting ready," I said trying to escape his arms. I didn't want him to see the look on my face.

I headed to Rachel's room and searched through her closet for the shoes I wanted. I finally found them, slipped them on and started towards the bathroom, looking through her make up and pulled out the red lipstick, spread it across my lips, smacking them loudly. Perfect. I walked down the stairs as Ryan stood nervously in the living room waiting for me.

It was nearly dark once we got outside and headed to the party. We arrived at the gates of a large mansion, tons of cars parked in the large driveway. People were scattered about the driveway, all dressed in their Halloween costumes. He parked the bike near a group of people and I hesitated as he jumped off the bike quickly.

A guy in a Fred Flintstone costume ran over to Ryan and they shook hands and patted each other on the back quickly. I sat on the bike and watched them talk for a minute before he turned to me. He headed back over to my side and "Fred" followed.

"Hey Jason, this is Bella, Bella this is my good buddy Jason," he introduced us.

"Hey Bella," Jason said holding out his hand. I shook his hand apprehensively and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Jason," I said pulling my helmet off.

"So what are you supposed to be?" he said slapping Ryan on the back again.

"Duh, dude, I am supposed to be Danny Zuko!" he said pulling a comb from his back pocket and smoothing his gelled hair back. Jason erupted in laughter and sipped from a beer can he was holding in his hand.

"Come on, Bella, let's go inside," he said helping me off the bike. I followed the two into the house as they said hi to a couple people.

Suddenly Wilma Flintstone ran up to Jason and draped her arms around him. I couldn't help but laugh at the "cartoon" characters in front of me. "Wilma" giggled hysterically into Jason's neck and she turned to look at me.

"Who is this?" she said snottily to Jason who turned around.

"Courtney this is Bella. She is with Ryan," he said turning to Ryan who has stopped to talk to a couple dressed in medieval attire.

"Oh. Hi then," she said looking me up and down then turning back to Jason giggling. She stumbled back and forth, was mumbling something I couldn't understand then walked away. I stepped towards Ryan, grabbing his arm. He turned around, grinned at me and put his arm around my shoulders.

We stepped into the house and the loud music flowed throughout the rooms, bouncing off the vaulted ceilings. We headed towards the kitchen where people were crowded around grabbing cans and bottles from ice chests and bowls. Ryan grabbed two cans and we headed outside where there were more people dancing around a large pool. He handed me the can, pulled me close into his chest and began moving to the beat of the music. I hated dancing but I tried my best to move my feet.

After a couple minutes, someone had ran into Ryan and stopped us from dancing for which I was grateful. I stared at the can in my hand and speculated on it. I had never drank before and wasn't sure if I even liked it. I popped the top, lifted it to my nose and took a whiff. I shrugged and brought it to my lips, taking a sip. I cringed back at the taste and looked around to see if anyone had noticed but no one had. I sipped it again and again until I got used to the taste.

I sat down in a lounge chair near the pool and sipped the rest of my beer when Ryan plopped himself down near my feet. He chugged his can, finishing it off then placing it on the ground next to me. He grinned at me smugly and crawled forward towards me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned closer and kissed me. He ran back into the house and came back out with two more fresh beers in hand. I chugged the rest of the first beer which at this point wasn't much and placed the empty can down next to me.

I popped the other one and chugged nearly half the can down. Ryan laughed and pushed the can down. I started to feel very light-headed and realized the music seemed to get louder. Ryan pulled me to my feet towards a large crowd of dancers.

He pulled me close to him again, swaying his hips back and forth as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I hung my head back and closed my eyes as I let myself get lost in the music. I don't know how long we had been dancing or how many beers I had consumed but I was soon unable to stand by myself

Ryan stood next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist and I leaned into his chest, taking in a deep breath of his cologne. I closed my eyes and tried not to stumble back and forth as I listened to him talk, his voice booming in his chest. He leaned down close to my face and kissed my cheek.

"Bella, are you ok?" he said laughing. I wasn't sure if I had actually said anything intelligent or I had just mumbled but a worried look crossed his face.

"We need to get you home," he said trying to stand me up straight.

I clung to his shirt tightly and giggled hysterically. Everything seemed funny right now. I suddenly felt nauseous so I bent over and heaved but nothing came out. He picked me up like a child and carried me through the house, the swift motion making my nausea worse. He set me down on cold tile in front of a toilet and I crawled quickly towards it and plunged my head down into the bowl. I heaved a couple more times, nothing coming up but I felt the bile rise into my throat and I knew what was coming. I puked violently into the toilet, as Ryan held my hair and rubbed my back.

"Bella. Oh, Bella," he said as I heaved again. "I am so sorry," he said rubbing my shoulders. I was so tired from puking that I collapsed onto the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold tile. I closed my eyes as the exhaustion took over. I wanted to just sleep right here on the floor. I opened my eyes again, trying to fight the urge to sleep and I saw Ryan standing above me frowning. I reached up to touch his face, but I was too weak and my arm fell to the floor.

"Ryan…Ryan, I am so sleepy," I mumbled.

"I know, baby, I will take you home," he said and I felt his arms lift me. I cuddled into his chest, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

When I broke consciousness all I could feel was pain. My head was pounding like a drum during a halftime show and my ears were ringing loudly. I didn't want to open my eyes for fear of where I might be. I shifted slightly and realized I wasn't alone, someone was next to me. I grabbed my head and groaned loudly.

"Hey, don't move," I heard someone say.

"Believe me, I don't want to," I said moaning. I felt something slip out from under me and I opened my eyes slowly, bright light nearly blinding me. I covered my eyes from the light that was shining in from a nearby window.

"Are you ok, Bella?" It was Ryan.

"Yes, I just have a horrible headache and…" I said opening my eyes once again and trying to sit up but my body had something else in mind. The room swayed in front of me and I laid back down quickly. Ryan's face appeared in front of me, a frown on his face.

"Bella, I am so sorry. I didn't realize how much you had to drink." I shook my head then stopped immediately. The sudden movement hurt my whole body, even the hair on my head was hurting.

I looked up into his blue eyes and smiled. No matter how much I hurt, those eyes made it all better. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I lifted my head and looked around and noticed I was back at home on the couch.

"Where are Rachel and Rebecca?" I said nervously. Did they know I had gotten drunk? Did they know that Ryan had stayed over?

"They are in the kitchen making breakfast and coffee."

"Oh God, coffee sounds divine right now," I said pressing my fingers to my temple.

"I'll get you some," he said disappearing from my sight. He appeared moments later with a cup in his hand. He set it on the coffee table and knelt next to me to help me sit up. I rose to a sitting position and groaned again as he handed me the cup. The hot coffee nearly burnt my mouth but it woke me up which is exactly what I needed.

Luckily, Ryan had told them I had gotten sick during the party and he brought me home so they had no idea I had actually been drunk. He ended up sleeping in the chair all night while I slept on the couch just to make sure I was ok. I spent the rest of the day on the couch curled up under a blanket with Ryan watching tv and trying to nurse my very first hangover. Adolescence at its finest.

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November passed quickly and by December I was spending most of my free time with Ryan. The whole table at school was talking about Ryan and I dating and I had to tell them every detail of our time together until they finally had moved on to Bradley and Mark's rocky relationship which was fine since I didn't want everyone knowing everything Ryan and I did together.

Finals were over for the both of us and a couple of his friends were having a party at one of their houses in celebration. After the Halloween incident I decided that staying far away from alcohol for awhile was the best idea. Just thinking about drinking again made me nauseous.

"I am never going to drink again," I said as I laid on the couch next to Ryan. He draped his arm across my waist and leaned up on his elbow.

"I don't think I disagree with you there Bella Swan," he said kissing my neck, sending chills down my spine. "So what do you have planned for Christmas? You know it's only a month away," he said tickling my side. I laughed hysterically, pushing at his hands and begged mercifully for him to stop.

"I know, I know. I think the girls are planning on going back to Forks for Christmas break." I said straightening out my shirt.

"Are you going to go with them?" he said rolling me onto my back.

"I hadn't thought about it really. I might have to if they do go, my Dad will never let me stay here unsupervised all Christmas break."

"Well, then go and see your Dad. I am sure he misses you, Bella. I know I would if you left me for two weeks." He pushed my hair behind my ear.

"Then maybe….maybe you should go with me. You know, so you don't miss me," I grinned up at him. He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"That's actually….not a bad idea. I bet we could get people to cover our shift at work while we were gone. Tommy owes me anyways so he could manage it."

"Really? You want to…go with me to Forks?" I said shocked. I could see Charlie's face now walking through the front door with Ryan in tow.

"Well, why not? I could see where you grew up and meet your Dad. I think it would be fun."

"I wouldn't consider Forks necessarily fun but I would definitely enjoy the company that's for sure," I smirked as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me.

He hovered above me, teasing me as usual with his kisses, barely grazing my lips before I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled him closer, his lips crashing into mine, our lips moving in sync with one another. He pulled back to look at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Then it's settled. I will go with you for Christmas." I smiled back at him, but I couldn't help but feel worried about going home.

After he left that night, I sat down with Rebecca and Rachel for dinner which hardly happened since we were never home at the same time. Rachel had made enchiladas which was her specialty.

"So what do you guys have planned for Christmas?" I said casually as I took a bite of my enchiladas.

"We hadn't really decided yet. We have been talking to Dad and Jake and they said they were going to be having Christmas dinner with Charlie of course," Rachel said serving herself some beans.

"Why B?" Rebecca said, looking at me suspiciously.

"Oh, no reason. I was just wondering what we were going to do," I said diverting my eyes.

"Bella…" Rachel said setting down her fork with a clank.

"What? I just wanted to know." I said taking another bite and smiling.

"You know we are probably going to go back," she said raising her eyebrow. "We do it every year so why would it be any different?"

"I know but it's a little different this year…." I said trailing off. I looked up at her and she folded her hands over her plate. "Ryan wants to come with us back to Forks."

"What?" Rachel said quickly

"I think that it might be a good idea," Rebecca said smiling at me. "He can meet Charlie so he might calm down a bit about her having a boyfriend." Rachel stared back at Rebecca, her mouth gaping open.

I smiled at Rebecca as Rachel began to stutter but Rebecca said nothing and continued to eat. I loved the fact that Rebecca was on my side. She understood what I was going through.

"Rachel, settle down. If Charlie met Ryan and saw what a good guy he is, it might settle his mind about what Bella is actually doing here." Rachel began to argue again.

"Fine, Rachel we will just tell Charlie that he is coming and see what he says. Leave it up to Charlie to decide, not us. We are not her parents." Rachel looked at me and hung her head and finished her meal without another word on the subject.

I decided that I would ask Charlie that night if it was ok if Ryan came with us for Christmas. It was bad enough I had missed Thanksgiving but I was pretty sure he wouldn't be opposed to Ryan coming as long as I was coming too. I know he missed me so anything he could do to bring me home he would do.

"Hey Bells," he said once he heard my voice.

"Hey Dad. How was your Thanksgiving?"

"Oh you know, it was pretty boring. Billy and Jake came over and Megan cooked. It was nice but it would have been nicer if you were home," he said critically.

"Yeah, that's kind of what I was calling about."

"Are you coming home?" His voice full of hope.

"Well, for Christmas break, yes. I was talking to the girls about it at dinner tonight."

"Oh Bella, that would be great. I have missed you so much. I've got a surprise for you here when you get back here. When are you guys coming?"

"I am not sure yet but I kind of have a surprise for you too, Dad. I was wondering if it would be alright if I brought someone with me."

"Well sure. One of your girlfriends?" There was silence for a second and then he spoke again. "Who is it Bella?"

"It's Ryan," I said anxiously awaiting his response.

"That boy you've been dating?" Irritation penetrated his voice.

"Yes Dad. He would like to meet you. Dad this really means a lot to me." I begged.

"Bella where is he going to stay while he is here?"

"He can stay in a motel or something." Awkward silences make me nervous. "Please Dad, please let him come.

"I don't know, Bella."

"I am begging you Dad." He sighed and I knew I had one.

"Fine Bella, but he can't stay in the house."

"Thank you Dad, Thank you!" I screamed into the phone.

I hung up with Charlie and called Ryan to tell him that he would be coming with us to Forks. The girls and I had decided to take my car during the trip seeing as I was coming back to California. We would be gone for nearly two weeks and come back before school started up again.

I was nervous to get back to Forks and see everyone I had left behind, including the one person I could do without seeing. I had never told Ryan about Edward so when it had come time to start the drive he noticed something was wrong and I had to tell him the truth.

"What's wrong, babe?" he said draping his arm over my shoulder as I pushed a duffel bag into the trunk.

"Nothing, does something look wrong?" I pushed harder on the duffel bag, shoving it further into the trunk

"You look tense and worried. Are you ok?"

"Ryan," I said turning around to look at him and sitting on the bummer of the car, "I have something to tell you." He knelt down in front of me and rested his hands on my knees.

"What's wrong? Do you not want me to go?"

"No, no, no, it's nothing like that. I just want to tell you before we get there that I left on really bad terms with a couple people." He stared at me for a second and waited for me to continued, his face tense "I have an ex boyfriend that I left behind that I had…" His face relaxed and he smiled.

"Bella there is no need to explain yourself. We all have ex's, it's really not a big deal," he said cupping my cheek with his hand. "If we see him, we can make him jealous," he said standing up, leaning down and kissing me gently on the lips.

"Oh I think I could handle that," I said wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.

"Hey you two, break it up," Rebecca said carrying two bags and tossing them into the trunk behind me. Ryan stood up and pulled me up next to him.

"Sorry, Becky, I forgot, do you want one too?" he said making kissing noises at her and she laughed.

" I think I will pass young one," she said rolling her eyes and heading back into the house.

Once we had finished packing we piled into the car with Rebecca on first shift. If we all took shifts driving we would be there in about a day. The drive was long and hard, it was raining more than usual and in some places it snowed but nothing too bad. We pulled into Forks city limits nearly a day and a half after we had left and it was raining like normal.

Rachel was driving and it was nearly dark when we pulled in front of my house, my red truck in the exact spot I had left it and Charlie's car parked next to it.

Charlie stepped out of the house holding an umbrella, ran down the steps to the car and pulled me into a hug the second I had gotten out. He hugged me tightly, lifting me off the ground with one arm and swung me around. I guess he wasn't kidding when he said he had missed me.

"Bells! I am so glad you are here," he said setting me back down on the ground.

"Gees Dad," I said straightening out my coat and trying to catch my breath. Ryan got out of the other door and Charlie looked over the roof of the car at him. I turned to look at Ryan who had pulled his hood over his head.

"Dad, this is Ryan, Ryan this is my dad, Charlie." Ryan walked around the car and stuck his hand out to Charlie who shook it hesitantly.

"It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Swan," Ryan said enthusiastically.

"Nice to met you too, Ryan," he said looking at him suspiciously.

The girls finally stepped out of the car and Charlie turned to them hugging them both tightly. They stood near the car for a couple minutes talking about the trip when a car pulled up behind us and I noticed it was Megan. She waved to me from inside the car, a big grin on her face.

I smiled back at her as best as I could and she turned off the headlights, put on her raincoat and opened the car door. I turned back around towards the car and started to pull my bags from the trunk. Ryan came to my side and helped me pulled some bags out to the take into the house when I heard Megan behind me. I turned around, my duffel bag in my hand to greet her. She was standing with her back to me, an umbrella in her hand talking to Charlie.

"Hi Megan," I said cheerfully, trying to be nice. She turned around and my bag fell from my hands into a puddle.

"Hi Bella," she said. I looked to Charlie who was rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Dad?" I said obviously shaken.

"Bella….. Megan and I got married," he said quietly.

A/N: All I can say is Charlie is a freaking pimp. LOL. So I realize not everyone is loving that angle but I am sorry. :( I expect the hate mail by now.

I have a little bit of a surprise for you all coming up. I am still working on it so we will see how it turned out. Should be done in the next day. Give it to me people! Bring on the reviews!

~J