And the next one.
"I'm going to end up killing them," Edward mused, sitting on the back porch of Charlie's house.
It was dark, calm and peaceful. Just what Edward needed.
"I can honestly say that you weren't that bad, Edward. Sure, some of the kids in your school at the time were little shits, but none of them gave me grief the way this year is. I've lost count how many times Mike Newton has tried to square up to me. Thinking he's all that because he's the captain of the football team. I'd like to shove my size thirteen boot up his ass. His dad was just as bad when we were at school. Always got his own way in everything," Charlie grumbled.
"And what were you like?" Edward asked, sipping his beer.
He was a little disappointed that Bella wasn't around, but Edward understood that she wanted some time alone.
She was currently in the woods with her charcoal set and paper.
Edward was worried about how dark and late it was, but Charlie waved off his concerns.
"I was the class clown. Actually, I was more like Bella. People say that she takes after her mother, but I see more of me in her. I was constantly frustrated with the town. I just wanted to crack on with life, but I always felt like I was being held back," Charlie sighed and looked to Edward.
"When you first came to me as a teenager, I saw a little of me in you. You were so determined to do what you wanted, and it reminded me of Bells, too. She may have been younger, but she knew her own mind, too,"
"I still think back on that day. I swear you thought I'd walked into the station to admit to doing something wrong," Edward barked out a laugh.
"Good evening, gentlemen. What are you doing out here?" Bella asked, walking around the back of the house and up the porch steps.
Edward smiled as he took in her appearance.
Wearing comfortable clothes, her hands were covered in colors, and she even had a few swipes of red on her cheek.
"Relaxing after a hard day of work, young lady. Fancy one?" Charlie replied, holding up a can of beer.
Charlie had always been an open parent. Once Bella turned fourteen, he wasn't shy at offering her the occasional drink. His view was that if he offered it, it would take away the situation of slipping off to parties to drink and be rebellious. At least if he offered a drink to Bella, he knew what she was drinking, when she was drinking, and that she was safe.
Just last month Charlie had to break up a party in PA, and most of the kids had come from Forks. One of them was really ill through alcohol poisoning. The boy was only fifteen. He didn't want that for his daughter.
"Not on a school night, Dad," Bella laughed with an eye roll and made her way indoors.
She came out a few minutes later in her pajamas and snuggled down on one of the other chairs.
"Did you hear that Jake came off his bike? Broke his leg in three places. Stupid idiot," Bella grumbled, but Edward also saw the concern on her face.
"Yeah, Billy called earlier. I told him that bike shouldn't be on the road, but Billy didn't even know he was out on it. He's grounded Jacob until he graduates and got a company to take the bike away," Charlie chuckled. "If you ever go on a bike, Bells, make sure you're being safe," Charlie concluded. Edward just smirked.
I currently have four teenagers in the house. Three of mine and my son's girlfriend. They're driving me nuts with this lockdown, but at least they're not like these kids, thank God. Lol Any other parent out there sick to death of Fortnite?