"BUMPy Conversation"
"Hi Dad, sleep well?" Bella asked sweetly getting up from the kitchen table to give him a hug.
"Yup, good rest is always nice too, especially when you have a dead battery that needs fixing," he laughed reaching the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup, he motioned to Bella with his blue mug.
"Thanks but I already had some."
"Must've been up early huh? That's my little girl, always up and ready to sink her teeth into work," he came over and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and patted his chest.
"Well Dad, techinically it wouldn't be my teeth...more like my hands," she finished laughing along with her dad. "So you all ready to go down?" she asked.
"Just let me get my work boots and i'm all set," he raised a "one minute" finger and walked over to their closet, slipping on his work boots quickly. "Let's rol/whoaa Bella," he stopped in his tracks glancing at the still nice sized bruise on her forehead, he thought he'd felt a bump when he kissed her. "What happened to you?" he asked anxiously. She had to think on her feet, or toes...whatever, she had to think.
"Oh this?" she started rubbing her index finger over it, feeling alot less pain than she felt when she was laying on Scout's bed the day before, which was probably why she forget it was still there. "I was with Will and Sean on the baseball field yesterday and they were short one guy so they let me play first base and what do you know, number 15 comes running and as he goes to, uhhh..." *mind blank* "slide i tried to tag him and his hand came up and hit my head, but you know me...tough tomboy, i still got him out," she breathed a sense of relief as she finished. She knew that if she had even mentioned Scout's name in the whole scenario her dad would get suspicious, it's not that he didn't like Scout it was just that he knew that since his and Bella's short fling, that Scout still kept feelings for her bottled up inside. He could always see it in his eyes, Mr. Banks had a way of reading people without saying a word, his daugther picked up on that very well too, like when she knew the first day she met Scout, that he was on his way to Rawley Academy, no questions asked.
Bella pushed a lose strand of hair behind her ear, "So ready to go now?" Her dad just looked at her puzzled. *Why does he have that weird "dad" look on his face* she thought.
"Bella..." he began in a low tone scracthing his thick right eyebrow, "Will told me you met him on your break at Friendly's and he asked you for help studying so you headed for the Rawley library, i told him that was fine since we were slow yesterday anyway." Bella listened to him taking in each word so she could repharse her whole story and include the new information that was just relayed to her by her dad.
"Yeah Dad, we went to the library for a while, and Will got bored, so he suggested we go to the..." she coughed. "Go to the baseball field, where we met up with Sean and played a few games, that's all." she tapped her foot nervously but not loud enough to hear.
"Oh," he smiled. **Whew, he bought it.** she thought. "Let's go," he said opening the squeaky front door and leading her out.
"Hi Dad, sleep well?" Bella asked sweetly getting up from the kitchen table to give him a hug.
"Yup, good rest is always nice too, especially when you have a dead battery that needs fixing," he laughed reaching the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup, he motioned to Bella with his blue mug.
"Thanks but I already had some."
"Must've been up early huh? That's my little girl, always up and ready to sink her teeth into work," he came over and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and patted his chest.
"Well Dad, techinically it wouldn't be my teeth...more like my hands," she finished laughing along with her dad. "So you all ready to go down?" she asked.
"Just let me get my work boots and i'm all set," he raised a "one minute" finger and walked over to their closet, slipping on his work boots quickly. "Let's rol/whoaa Bella," he stopped in his tracks glancing at the still nice sized bruise on her forehead, he thought he'd felt a bump when he kissed her. "What happened to you?" he asked anxiously. She had to think on her feet, or toes...whatever, she had to think.
"Oh this?" she started rubbing her index finger over it, feeling alot less pain than she felt when she was laying on Scout's bed the day before, which was probably why she forget it was still there. "I was with Will and Sean on the baseball field yesterday and they were short one guy so they let me play first base and what do you know, number 15 comes running and as he goes to, uhhh..." *mind blank* "slide i tried to tag him and his hand came up and hit my head, but you know me...tough tomboy, i still got him out," she breathed a sense of relief as she finished. She knew that if she had even mentioned Scout's name in the whole scenario her dad would get suspicious, it's not that he didn't like Scout it was just that he knew that since his and Bella's short fling, that Scout still kept feelings for her bottled up inside. He could always see it in his eyes, Mr. Banks had a way of reading people without saying a word, his daugther picked up on that very well too, like when she knew the first day she met Scout, that he was on his way to Rawley Academy, no questions asked.
Bella pushed a lose strand of hair behind her ear, "So ready to go now?" Her dad just looked at her puzzled. *Why does he have that weird "dad" look on his face* she thought.
"Bella..." he began in a low tone scracthing his thick right eyebrow, "Will told me you met him on your break at Friendly's and he asked you for help studying so you headed for the Rawley library, i told him that was fine since we were slow yesterday anyway." Bella listened to him taking in each word so she could repharse her whole story and include the new information that was just relayed to her by her dad.
"Yeah Dad, we went to the library for a while, and Will got bored, so he suggested we go to the..." she coughed. "Go to the baseball field, where we met up with Sean and played a few games, that's all." she tapped her foot nervously but not loud enough to hear.
"Oh," he smiled. **Whew, he bought it.** she thought. "Let's go," he said opening the squeaky front door and leading her out.