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Song Rec: Walk by Foo Fighters

I've always loved Sunday mornings. Relaxing on the couch with a fluffy blanket and two stacks of pancakes I'll never finish. Getting my weekly Bugs Bunny fix.

Eh, what's up doc?

Yep, Sundays are great. When you're not being woken up by the sound of… moaning coming from down the hall.

Yep.

Emmett and Rose must be up.

Needless to say I smoothed the sheets out, grabbed my purse and scrawled a quick note on the white board on the fridge and was out of the house within minutes of the first; Oh, Emmett! Apparently Em's hitting all the right spots this morning, if ya' know what I mean.

Sigh. At least Rose is getting some.

I pull into my parking space in the lot in front of my apartment and curse as I glance at the clock on the dash. I promised Sue I'd be in at six thirty this morning. Twenty minutes from now.

The health inspector is coming in the shop today for a routine inspection. Routine my ass, the old fart comes in every couple of months for routine inspections. He really just wants to hit on Sue, I think. Not that she isn't a beautiful woman for her age. Tan, lean, and strong with monstrous tits and jet black hair. She's sexy and she knows it.

Damn you LMFAO.

Who the hell thinks of something like that anyway? I'm sexy and I know it? Little conceited if you ask me.

Stop stalling, Bella.

Okay, shower first. I'm pretty sure Sue would rather you be a few minutes late than smell like mini mart.

I strip down to my undies, flipping on the shower for it to heat up. That'll take five minutes alone in this old building. And of course my apartment is the furthest away from the water heater.

-Sweet Treats-

Fifteen minutes later, I smell like strawberries and vanilla in a tight black skirt and blue blouse. I throw my hair up in a haphazard bun and swipe on some eyeliner. I grab my purse off the counter and lock up before racing down the stairs to my truck.

If I speed, I can totally be on time, I think with a smirk.

I'm not.

Not even close.

There's a festival of some sort being held a few blocks away from my building that made traffic a bitch. I'm ten minutes late, no big deal.

It's a good thing Sue loves me.

"Jeez Bella." Angela says, looking up from her magazine as the bells chime to signal my entrance. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you run on a different time schedule than the rest of us."

I throw on my apron with a huff and glare at her. "I don't know what you're talking about." I look for my time card, but can't find it. I shoot her a questioning glance.

"I already clocked you in, like I have every day this week. You're welcome, by the way."

"Except Tuesday, I was on time Tuesday." I point out.

She rolls her eyes. "I'm getting worried about you Bells, you never used to be so..."

"So what?"

"So forgetful."

"I don't forget I have to work, Ang. I just choose to ignore it. There's a difference." I joke.

"Bella, I'm serious. This is a business. If this had been a Monday morning rush, I'd have been overwhelmed. I can't do this alone, so you need to start stepping up to the plate or find a new place to work!"

I stare at her, open mouthed for what seems like centuries. Did Ang just yell at me?

And then it dawns on me. "How much is she paying you?" I narrow my eyes and Ang gives me an innocent look.

"What ever do you mean?"

"Sue told you to talk to me, didn't she?"

Angela sigh, "You know she hates confrontation. She figured it'd be easier for me to get you into shape than for her to talk to you about it."

"And your reward?"

"I get Friday off."

I snort. "A day off? I take days off all the time."

"Those are supposed to be reserved for when you're sick, Bella."

"Being hung-over is a sickness, Ang." I mock.

"Actually," she smirks, "I get Fridays off for the next month."

My mouth drops open, "What? A whole month?"

"Until October first." she smiles cheekily. Someone walks in the door, setting off the annoying bells and Ang shoves the magazine in her hand under the counter.

But I still see it.

"Cosmopolitan? Need some sex tips?" I tease, grabbing it from her hiding place. "Our naughtiest sex Q and A!" I read off the cover in a sultry voice. "Find out what turns him on most!"

A throat clears and I pop my head over the cover. Fuck.

I try to pull off an innocent face. "Hi Daddy."

Angela grabs her magazine from my hands and shoves it under the counter hastily, a blush painted on her cheeks. Charlie just cocks an eyebrow and shakes his head. Why no, Daddy. I was not just talking about sex. I'm an innocent little girl who has no idea what a penis is.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." his voice is rough, calculating, but I see his mustache twitch slightly at the corner.

"Daddy!" I practically jump over the counter into his outstretched arms. "What are you doing here?"

"We caught one of the Seattle stations most wanted up doing drugs out by the meadow behind the high school."

Forks high school. More like purgatory. Okay, I'm joking. It's not that bad.

Lies.

"Most wanted huh? What's he charged with? Streaking?" I ask with a serious face. Ang snorts and Charlie just kind of looks at me strangely. "It's funny, you know. 'Cuz nothing bad ever happens here." I try and explain to him.

He just keeps staring at me. He never has understood my sarcasm.

"Actually he's tied to a gang out here." Charlie tells us. "Just bringing him down. Seattle PD will deal with him."

"Too much for Forks to handle?" I ask, amused. He just stares. "You know, cuz nothing ever happens- You know what? Never mind."

"Are you high?" Charlie asks.

"What? No!"

"Why are your eyes red?"

"Because I was up until four in the morning playing Call of Duty with a linebacker." it's true, Emmett really could be a linebacker. "Jeeze, Dad. I'm not that irresponsible."

"Plus, I'd kick her ass if I caught her with that stuff." Angela chimes in. She gives me a look that says 'again.'

My dad doesn't know about my partying slash druggie days. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I'm over it, it's done. If he knew, he'd only blame himself, thinking that there was something he should've done. There was nothing he could have done differently. My choices had nothing to do with him and everything to do with... Oh shit.

My eyes widen and my heart rate picks up as I stare at Charlie, laughing about something with Ang.

Marie. He has the right to know she's here. Doesn't he?

It would kill him.

He can't know. He's gotten so far in these nine years. I know he still thinks about her. Her childhood bedroom is still there in his little two story cottage style house. The same way she left it nine years ago. I figured eventually he'd remodel it into something different; a man cave or something. But no. It's still belongs to her, he said when I asked him about it. One day she may need it again.

A few summers ago I spent the weekend at his place for his birthday. Marie's room was right across from mine, and I always used to be able to hear every move she made during the night. I'll always know when you're sneaking out, I joked with her when we were little. It was my first night at the house in a while, and I was having trouble sleeping. I heard creaking across the hall and got up to see what it was.

My luck it would've been a fucking bear.

But no. It was Charlie. He'd gone in her room and was sitting. Just sitting in her desk chair, staring at the pictures she had up on her wall. And then he started to cry. No, not cry. Sob. He started sobbing, heart-wrenching sobs.

Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and made my presence known. He tried to wipe his face and hide his grief, but we both knew I'd already seen it. I crawled into his arms like I did when I was four and we cried together.

No. I refuse to put him through that pain again.

I won't tell him about her. Not when he's finally gotten past it.

"Right Bella?" Angela asks, bringing me out of my memories. I blink in confusion. "Were you even listening?"

"That would be a negative, ghost rider."

She rolls her eyes. "I said-"

"Why is there a cop car out front?" I Sue's hysteric voice before I see her enter the shop. "Did something happen? Is everyone alright?"

"Relax, Sue. My dad came to visit and he's the Chief of police up in Forks. He came down-" I trail off when I realize she isn't playing me any attention. Judging by the look on her face, I bet she hasn't heard a word I said. Nope. Her attention is on Charlie. On only Charlie.

I cringe and clear my throat. Sue's eyes snap to mine and I give her a disgusted look. Yes, I'm a woman Sue. I know what that look on your face just now was.

It was lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.

Sue wants my dad. Fucking gross.

"Well good morning Ma'am." Charlie takes off his sheriff hat and sticks out a hand. "Names Charlie. Chief Swan. And I apologize if my cruiser caused you any alarm."

Wow Charlie; real subtle.

Sue blushes and lets him take her hand. He places a kiss on it and bows slightly. "Pleasure to meet you Charlie. Sue Clearwater." They smile at each other cheasily and don't retract their hands.

Oh yeah, he totally wants to rip her dress off. I clear my throat and glare at them. "You may want to take this elsewhere unless you want me to call Seattle PD to arrest you for indecent exposure."

Ang laughs. "You're one to talk."

I send her a glare and nod my head pointedly at Charlie. Yeah, he doesn't know about my little park romp a few years ago either. What can I say? I have a healthy sexual appetite.

Well, had a healthy sexual appetite. I doubt I ever will now, unless Edward wants-

Stop thinking about him, Bella!

"Well, I need to run." Charlie sounds apologetic. He gives Sue's hand one last squeeze and releases it, turning to give me a hug and a kiss on my forehead, "Duty calls." he makes his way to the exit, Sue trailing after him. "Nice seeing you Angela. And I'll talk to you this weekend, right Bells?"

"Sue thing, Dad."

"I'll walk you out." Sue announces, her face slightly flushed.

Ang waits until the door has shut behind them before turning to me with a smirk on her face.

I know what she's going to say before she even starts. "Don't go there." I warn.

"They're totally gonna fuck."

She went there.

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