Author's Note: Okay, I know I shouldn't be starting another story so soon. The problem is, I got this idea, and ended up writing, and had some trouble stopping. In the end, I figured I might as well write and post something for you guys instead of making you guys wait around for me to update one of my other stories, as I'm still having a little trouble with continuing particular stories. So please, tell me what you think and all that jazz.
Chapter 1
"Bells. Bells, we're here," Charlie said, shaking his daughter's shoulder, first lightly, then with more force. When Bella still showed no sign of waking up, Charlie sighed, grabbed the water bottle from the front seat of his cruiser, and poured it on his daughter's head.
Still, nothing. Not so much as a twitch or a mumble.
"I'm getting too old for this," Charlie complained to himself as he pulled on Bella's leg so the girl was half out of the car. Finally in a good enough position for him to reach, Charlie managed to pick Bella up. Grunting at the weight of his daughter and his protesting muscles, Charlie slowly started to stagger toward the house, promising himself he'd come back for Bella's luggage later.
It took a lot of fumbling and near-falls, but Charlie managed to unlock the door, get inside––Charlie only accidentally rammed Bella's head into the wall once or twice throughout the ordeal––and up the stairs. He had almost made it to Bella's new room when Bella yawned and stretched, managing to somehow punch her father right in the jaw. Charlie fell back, dropping Bella with a thud. A moment later, he was panicking.
"Bella! Bella, are you okay?" he asked, ignoring his aching jaw as he crouched down next to his fallen daughter. "You're not hurt, are you?"
"Nah, just tired," Bella mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Where are we?"
"We're home," Charlie said awkwardly, clearly relieved that his daughter didn't seem to be hurting. "I was just getting you to bed since you wouldn't wake up."
"Oh, okay, cool." Bella sat up, frowning as she looked around. This looked more like a hallway to her, but whatever. "Well, thanks, Dad." Then she curled up on the floor and went back to sleep.
"Wait, Bells, this isn't your––" Charlie started, but realized he was too late. Laughing fondly at his strange daughter, Charlie reached down to pick the girl up once more. It wouldn't be too much of a walk now to reach the Bella's room, and Charlie wanted Bella to wake up on bed, not the floor; if only so it would be easier for Charlie to wake her up in the morning.
He finally managed to lay Bella down and cover her up, and so he went down to grab her luggage so Bella would have it easy in the morning. After that, he went to bed, unaware that while Bella's body was out, her mind was working a mile a minute.
Ugh, not again. These weird dreams were getting to be a pain in her ass.
Looking around, Bella found herself on a beach of sorts. The moon was out, the ocean was calm, and Bella felt like she was in some kind of postcard or movie. If this was a movie, that meant it could go either one of two ways; sex or murder.
"Hey."
Bella looked over in the direction of the voice to find a gorgeous strawberry blonde sitting next to her, a small smile on her face as golden eyes gazed at her.
So...did this mean sex then? Or was this going to be a sex, then murder scenario? Bella couldn't tell just yet, so she gazed back at the woman, brow scrunched in confusion. When the blonde just sat there, waiting for an answer or some kind of acknowledgement with amazing patience, Bella couldn't wait.
"So, are we going to have sex now?" Bella asked bluntly, wondering if she was up to it. She would have to be; Bella wasn't one to miss sex, even dream sex, as that's all she ever had, with such a gorgeous woman.
The woman in question let out a light laugh. "No. When we have sex, I want you awake and responsive."
"Well, I'm not awake in real life...but I am, technically, awake in this dream...and I can guarantee you that I'll be responsive if you touch me…" Bella mumbled, mostly to herself as she tried to figure things out. After all, if the woman didn't want to have sex with her, that meant… "So, does that mean we have to take the murder route?"
At that, the woman frowned at her, more perplexed than upset. "You really are a strange one, aren't you?"
Bella nodded solemnly. "I have been told that on many occasions."
The woman let out a musical laugh that just drew Bella in. "Well, you'll definitely keep life interesting, that's for sure." She reached out, touching Bella's cheek with her fingertips, and Bella's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into the woman's touch. "Sleep, miláčik. We will meet soon enough."
Bella tried to open her eyes one last time, to get one last good look, but instead, she fell into a deeper sleep.
"Bella! You need...to wake...up!" Charlie shouted as he pulled Bella by her ankles, to no effect. A soaked and sleepy Bella was still hanging tight to her headboard, letting out mumbled complaints and a few tries at, "Just two more hours" or "Who even needs school when there's sleep?"
Realizing he wasn't getting anywhere, Charlie dropped his daughter's feet and moved to the headboard, where he tried, once again unsuccessfully, to pry his daughters from the headboard.
Ten minutes later, and still no luck. Charlie plopped down onto the floor, panting heavily as he tried to figure out how he was going to wake his daughter...then he remembered what used to be done.
Of course! How could he have forgotten the best, and possibly only, way to wake Bella up?
Getting up, he hurried downstairs and into the kitchen. Cracking some eggs into a pan, he started to make breakfast.
It was only seconds later that Bella's nose started twitching, and sleepy eyes opened. Her stomach let out a loud roar of hunger, and Bella knew that the only thing to do was please the beast. So she rolled out of bed––literally, hitting the floor with a thump.
Her body felt heavy, and she really didn't want to get up, so she attempted to roll right out of the bedroom door. Instead, she made it as far as the doorway, where she rolled into the doorframe. Thinking she just roll through it right, Bella rolled back, then attempted to roll through the door at a new angle. Once again, the doorframe stopped her.
Damn it. What was the point of being small if she wasn't small enough to squeeze through things?
Realizing that she wasn't going to fit her 5'4" body through a twenty inch wide doorway, Bella resigned herself to crawling. So she slowly turned her body around, crawled hand over hand out of her bedroom and down the hall, then paused when she encountered steps.
"Food?" Bella called, just to make sure all of this work wasn't for nothing.
"Yup. But you need to get ready for school first," Charlie shouted back, getting a muffled groan in reply.
Seeing that she had no choice in the matter, Bella forced her body to contort so she could turn around once more, and crawled to the shower. The shower railing helped her heavy, exhausted body into a vertical position, and she soon turned on the showerhead after she stripped herself of all clothes. Her shower managed to somehow be quick but slow at the same time, but Bella was soon out, dressed in new clothes with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She headed for the stairs, tripped, and tumbled down.
"Bells?" Charlie asked worriedly as he hurried toward the sound, but Bella was on her feet by then and heading towards the food. They nearly collided, but Charlie stopped himself and caught Bella just in time. Seeing his daughter in her zombie like state, Charlie ushered her to the table. "Let me just...get you some coffee," Charlie said after watching Bella attempt to get the bacon into her mouth, only to miss.
It was only a second after he put the strongest coffee he had on the table that Bella took it, downed the entire contents, and set it back down with a pleased sigh. Already, her brown eyes had some more life in them, and she dug into her food with an eagerness that most people wouldn't have believed Bella could have. Charlie chuckled as he watched, and reminded himself to start the coffee every day before leaving so Bella could wake up on her own.
By the time breakfast had ended, Bella had cooked herself two more helpings and Charlie one, and Charlie was left wondering where all that food could have gone. Not to mention Charlie was a bit envious, as Bella looked like she could eat the world and not gain any weight, while Charlie was now at that age where he had to be careful not to eat too much.
"Good luck at work, Dad," Bella said as she headed outside, sure she was going to walk to school. Instead, she halted in surprise as she found a truck sitting in the driveway.
"Oh, er, yeah. I thought you could use a ride," Charlie said awkwardly as he came up behind her. "So I got this off of Billy, and––" He was cut off with a grunt as Bella spun around and threw herself at her father, squeezing him tightly.
"Thanks," Bella said, incredibly strong emotion backing up that single word. Charlie handed her the keys with a huge grin, and watched as Bella made it to her car, opened it up, and started checking it out with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.
Charlie only got a little worried when Bella drove off, but not before she gave a huge yawn that seemed to shake her body.
"Welp," Charlie said a little while after Bella's truck had faded from his sight. Scratching the back of his head, Charlie turned to go back inside. "I guess it's time I get ready for work. Bella will be fine." At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Still, he was worried that his strange little girl might not be accepted in a small town like Forks.
The drive to school was easy enough for Bella––although she got lost quite a few times and had to ask for directions––but it was getting out of her truck that was the problem. It only took one wrong move for Bella to trip over her own feet and fall out of the car. For some reason, someone was there to catch her.
"And she sticks the landing!" a boy shouted as Bella was put on her feet.
Bella looked up at her savior...and up, and up, and up. "My form was very graceful," Bella agreed, stifling another yawn as she met sparkling golden eyes. "I'm thinking about entering the Olympics."
The boy, who was incredibly buff and looked like a professional football player, let out a booming laugh that made Bella's entire body vibrate. "Nice. I'll be your coach." Then the boy stuck out his hand. "Name's Emmett. Sorry about grabbing at you, I just couldn't let such a tiny thing fall."
"You're the tiny one," Bella grumbled with a frown as she took his offered hand. Now her entire body shook with Emmett's laugh.
"Right, of course I am," Emmett replied, unable to stop grinning. He liked this human. Maybe he could have a friend this time around.
"Emmett, let's go!" a blonde's sharp voice interrupted the two. Emmett and Bella both looked over to see a clearly irritated blonde waiting for the huge guy only a few feet away, arms crossed with a scowl on her face. Boys were all staring at the girl, who had supermodel perfect looks, long blonde hair, and a gorgeous body. She ignored them, instead choosing to glare openly at Bella.
"Yo, I'm Bella," Bella said, sticking out her hand. Then she frowned in confusion. Something about this blonde was familiar...although not exactly. Not to mention this girl didn't look like she belonged here. "Aren't you too hot for high school to handle?"
Emmett let out a laugh again, and the blonde looked startled. When she didn't shake Bella's hand, Bella reached out, picked up the girl's hand, and shook it herself.
"Hi," Bella said again, but then the exhaustion set in, and she fell asleep––right into the startled blonde's arms.
"Wow, Rose, you sure know how to handle them," Emmett joked as the blonde girl caught Bella on instinct.
Rosalie glared at him, then focused on Bella. "Is there something wrong with her?" Rosalie asked, actually worried about the human as she brushed some hair out of the brunette's face to check her eyes. It was right as Rosalie accidentally touched the girl's temple that sleepy brown eyes opened.
"Whoops," Bella mumbled, pulling herself out of the blonde's arms. She frowned, the last moments of her memory a little fuzzy. Deciding it would be best to show good manners, she stuck out her hand. "I'm the new girl. Thanks for catching me."
"Do you need a doctor?" was all Rosalie said, gingerly taking the girl's hand in case the brunette would collapse.
"Nope. That was just me being me." Bella looked around the parking lot, noticing how a lot of people were looking their way, and decided to turn back to Emmett and the blonde. "Who are you again?"
"That's Rosalie, she's my girl," Emmett said proudly, a childish grin on his face as he threw an arm around Rosalie's shoulders. "And you are now my newest charge."
"What, Emmett, you can't be serious?" Rosalie demanded, but Bella just nodded.
"Cool. Now lead me away, cause I have no idea where I'm going."
"Yes ma'am," Emmett said with a lazy salute. Kissing his girlfriend quickly, he started to herd Bella into the school, Rosalie following reluctantly behind them.
Once directed to the office, the bell rang, which meant that Emmett and Rosalie had to go. In other words, Bella was left alone and had no idea what she was doing. Seeing nobody around, she attempted to climb over the desk so she could simply get her own schedule. It was then, of course, that a woman popped up, clearly startled to find a small girl climbing over her desk.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked with a confused smile.
"Yeah." And so the day began.
School was boring and annoying; not only did she already know everything, but people kept on trying to talk to her, and teachers kept on making her introduce herself. Not to mention lunch was irritating, as everyone wouldn't stop staring at her as she ate, so she simply had to take her food to the library and continue to eat there. But Bella was proud to say that it was only near the end of the day, in biology, that Bella finally gave in and fell asleep.
As she did so, she wondered if she would dream about that woman again; if only she could remember her face...