A/N: I reread this about five times, sorry if any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything.

"Hey there kiddo" Charlie speaks from his favorite chair; while Bella slowly enters through the front door.

"Hey Dad" the brunette responds softly; her brown eyes unfocused. Unfortunately for Bella after being gone all night without permission yesterday, coming straight home after school today was a necessity. Sighing internally she brought her gaze to meet her fathers, knowing she promised to talk with him.

"I spoke with Esme' while you were at school today" Charlie continued ignoring the surprised look on his daughter's face. "She came by hoping to try and explain what exactly has been going on in your life lately." He watched as Bella took a seat on the couch next to him; the nervousness radiating off of her.

"And what did she say?"

"That you're in love; and even though I knew that, it's apparently more than I thought." The police chief rubbed his fingers across his nose. "Bella I know I'm not around that much and that you probably think I wouldn't understand, but what you're going through is a lot to take on at such a young age." Charlie observed his daughter carefully; the eighteen-year-old sat with her head slightly bent eyes focused on the ground. At that moment he became reminded of the three-year old that used to cry when people stared at her for too long and he smiled in reminiscence. However that little girl was long gone, she's growing up there is no doubting that, he just wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

"I started to call your mother and ask for her advice, then decided that I wanted to talk with you on my own." Bella looked up brown orbs peering through a curtain of hair. "I love you Bells, all I ever want is your happiness and if the Rosalie girl does that for you then I'm 100 percent your supporter, but you have to talk to me and inform me of things okay?"

The teenager nods as Charlie leans back in his seat, releasing a soft sigh Bella opens her mouth and begins telling the Rosalie Hale and Isabella Swan love story; without of course the details of her girlfriends personal past.

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Finally alone in her room, bag tossed to one side of the bed while she leaned against the now closed door, Bella pulls the folded piece of paper from the pocket of her dark red jeans. 'I love you' the words sat perfectly in the center of the page, Roses' distinct handwriting made the brunette feel as if she actually heard the words coming from her lips.

Closing her eyes Bella recalled that at the conclusion of Art class, Jasper handed her the piece of paper stating 'I was told that you should have this' before promptly walking away without giving her a chance to respond. She knew what it was the moment it had been placed into her hand, Rosalie's gaze confirming her suspicions. As much as they both wanted it the girls knew they wouldn't get alone time until tomorrow after school; with everything going on they would need more than a couple of quiet minutes. A vibration coming from her backpack interrupted the brunette's thoughts.

Can we talk tonight? A soft smile spread across Bella's face as she read the words on the screen.

Yes

A/N: Does anyone still care about this?