A/N

I owe you guys the biggest apology. I have been neglecting my writing duties for several months, due to some issues but as of right now I am back. How are you guys?. Thank you to everyone who followed, favorited and reviewed. I will hopefully have a set day which I can update. If not I want to update at least once or twice a week so keep an eye out my lovelies!

Side note: I found that I can only imagine one person being Patrick, that person/actor is Dylan O'Brien. But I haven't figured out who would be Eli yet. What actor do you think would be Eli? I'd love to hear your suggestions in the reviews!

Dessie Out.

Eli POV

After successfully catching the intruder I had decided to get some sleep. Bella would be up soon and I was dying to spend some time with her. As children we would do just about everything together. Even though I only got to visit every so often I still cherished my time with her. When Renee decided to leave Charlie with Bella in tow it was a little shocking to me. To my parents however, it was the opposite.

My mom explained to me that Renee was always looking for something more, and that the small rainy town of Forks couldn't give her what she wanted. Now to me that was selfish, I still consider it a selfish act even though I loved Renee. Charlie was heartbroken and I could see that as I grew older. Bella still came over breaks and my parents would plan for me to stay there so I could spend time with them. Although when Bella stopped making trips out here in her early teens, I felt a little betrayed. So when she stopped coming, I did too.

So seeing her after all these years I can't help but wonder why would she return. She had no connections to this town like I had. So this was a tad troubling, to say the least.

I sighed before getting out of bed and moving to go downstairs. Deciding to watch some television to pass the time. Since it was the middle of the night I couldn't find anything remotely okay to watch so I flipped the channel to a case of the week procedural. It was one of those Law & Order shows. I sat with my knees to my chest and tried to figure out who the mystery man was.

'Did I know him? He said he's been waiting for me. But not in the serial killer ominous sort of way.'

Just this entire situation was crazy, and I was in the psych ward just last week so I know crazy. I was so lost in my train of thought that I hadn't noticed Bella coming down the stairs.

"Hey." She said in a mostly sleepy tone. I jumped slightly at the surprise.

"What are you doing up? It's really late, Bells." I said.

"I could say the same for you." She said with a little half smile.

I smiled back, before patting the empty space beside me on the couch. She went and plopped down onto the couch next to me smiling as she did so. I muted the television and moved to face her. It was time for us to catch up.

"So what's new?" I asked her.

She went on to explain that her mother remarried, to a slightly younger man by the name of Phil Dwyer. He is an apparent minor league baseball player who travels frequently. And that the reason for Bella moving is so Renee can travel with Phil. Bella sacrificed the heat, her old school and her friends. All so her mother could be happy. And if that isn't something to be proud of, I don't know what is. Bella was always the selfless type, I'm glad she kept that trait.

I then told her all about my life since last seeing her, glazing over the accident. I didn't want her to know the bigger bits and pieces of said information about my breakdown. So instead I went off on a tangent regarding Patrick, who she would be meeting later. I would think that they, meaning Bells and Pat would get along swimmingly. It would be great to introduce my sister from my childhood and my brother from present circumstance.

We sat there for about an hour or two, happily chatting away. I filled her in on school, which she was less than happy about. Knowing Bella I will most likely have to play bodyguard so the vultures won't attack. Bella is generally one to just let things happen with no objection, as to not get in the way. Which she needs to address and fix in a sense. There is a huge difference between letting things slide and being taken advantage of.

She and I wrapped up our conversation and opted to part ways so she can get some kind of sleep. Unlike my soon to be insomniac state. I sighed hearing the floorboards above creak, signaling that she was back in her bedroom. I felt a twinge of happiness, knowing that we'd get to spend the next year and a half together. School would be slightly unpleasant but I know we were looking forward to the experience.

I smiled, moving to stand up from the couch, stretching slowly. I needed to figure out how to pass the time. I stood, placing my weight on one foot then switching from my left to my right. I always was too indecisive for my own good. I chose to return to my room, hoping to stop the boredom that was occurring. I turned off the television and walked upstairs. Normally I would hit something or maybe trip over my feet in the dark but that did not seem to be the case. I was still able to see despite the plunging darkness that the house provided in the late hours.

'How strange.' I mused.

I made it to my room, somehow thankful for the unexpected change to my eyesight but I got the feeling that I should be worried. I don't worry, ever. The only times I have ever been worried is when it involves Bella. I'm sure people could understand why. She's constantly tripping on her own feet, the girl could fall over the air. It's almost ridiculous. But like I said I don't worry, however I have a gut feeling. And I don't know if the same can be said for most people, but when my gut tells me something is wrong then something is wrong.

The only problem is I cannot discern if this could be a life threatening issue or not. Maybe I got X-Men powers or got bit by a radioactive spider. I can't decide which would be cooler. Spiderman, probably. Yes Spiderman is way cooler. Unless you throw Deadpool in the mix, then it's Deadpool.

'Damn, it would seem as if I'm a little obsessed with Marvel related things. Should I stop? Nah.'

I chuckle lightly to myself, happy that I have a decent sense of humor. Or do I? Eh, it people don't understand then that's all well and good but I'm hilarious. Now all I have to do is decide what to do for 6 or so hours. Figuring that out might take a while. This is just fucking great, way to leave it to me to entertain myself and have trouble figuring out what to do.

I decided it was about time to spend some time on my laptop. My poor baby was probably collecting dust by now! I moved to my desk sitting down in my spinning chair. I quickly booted it up and logged on. I first decided to check my email account to get rid of some spam and such. But a newer email stuck out. It was from Pat.

The Subject read, "for your darkest of days" and the only thing inside was an attachment. It was a picture that we took on the third day of knowing each other. Pat was behind me, his arms around my shoulders and his chin resting atop of my right shoulder. His short brown hair as well as his sweet eyes were illuminated, much like his smile, which was a dopey looking grin. My blonde hair was in a messy bun, I was smiling widely, a smile that reached my blue-steel orbs.

'What a wonderful memory.'

~Time Goes On~

I just spent 7 hours on the internet.. I think I may have a problem.

'I, Elissa, am addicted to the internet.'

I smirked slightly, knowing it was probably a bad thing but hey, at least I can admit it's time consuming. However, it was necessary to do so. Why? You may ask. Because, Patrick is currently on his way to Forks from Seattle. And I couldn't be more excited than I am right now. I'm currently on the front porch of the house, learning on the bannister, trying to not jump around and do a little happy dance.

I watch the street noting that every time a car passes by I get more and more disappointed. For every car I hear I sit up slightly while smiling only to lean forward as that pass by. Eventually I see a much nicer car than everyone in town have. I straighten up, making sure to not get my hopes up just in case. The car itself starts to slow down near my driveway. As it begins turning in I stand up, knowing that Pat has undoubtedly arrived. I trek down the driveway as the car door opens.

I full on sprint as soon as the door is closed, Pat could hear the crunching on gravel and barely catches me as I barrel into him. At this point in time we begin to laugh. After a moment we separate so I can lead him inside. We head inside and into the living room where Charlie and Bella reside.

"Bella, this is Patrick. And Pat, this is Bella and her Dad Charlie whom you met just the other day." I say while pointing back and forth.

Bella shyly waves and murmurs a 'hello' while Charlie looks away from the television.

"Hey." He says VERY gruffly. While Patrick had gotten questioned about whether he was my boyfriend by Charlie when he first met him, Patrick assured him that he was not. Charlie could not say that Pat could like Bella. Patrick simply looked between Charlie and his daughter and shook his head which made the former relax. He then murmured something along the lines of 'nice seeing you again'. For which I was thankful. In case you didn't know, Charlie was always extremely protective of Bella and of myself. Now that I was in his custody and Bella was home he feared boy would line up to get to us and that he'd have to chase them away. Luckily enough, Patrick was also protective of me and by extension, Bella. Which would very well help Charlie so I don't think he minded about Pat coming around.

"So B, would you like to come upstairs so that we can hangout?" I asked. She looked like she had wanted to say no but I knew she'd say yes. Charlie was not one for small talk so she opted to take her chances with Patrick and I. We headed up the stairs to my room. I plopped down onto my bed, Bella followed suit and Pat decided to sit on the rotating chair by my desk.

"So how are you settling in, Bella?" Patrick asked with a smile.

"Good, for the most part." She said while sighing.

Pat then looked over to me with a look I know all too well.

"I'm settling in just fine, and before you ask, yes, I did do my damn homework." I said in an authoritative tone, hoping that he'd leave the subject of how I'm doing, alone. He threw his hands up in surrender and thankfully lets the subject drop.

"So Pat, how is living with your Gram's?" I ask, wondering how this change could be.

He looks between Bella and me, uncertain whether or not my sister would be trustworthy in regards to the subject of his past. I nod my head reassuringly, Bella can keep a secret. And so can I.

"Its been great so far. Since my little 'accident' I was removed from my awful mother so there's less trauma to deal with. Gram's is just torn to pieces about it. She blames herself for not being able to help." He says.

"But there was nothing that could be done, so now she's just trying to give me the life my father wanted me to have, y'know? That woman has a big heart. She also wants to meet you at some point El." He talks brightly towards the end.

I smile widely, almost bouncing up and down in a joyful manner. I hope I can meet her. Pat is in some definite need of TLC and I'm sure she will be the one to give it to him when I can't. The three of us begin chatting about miscellaneous things. The topic of school gets brought up and I immediately dive into what will be Bella's first day.

I talk about the boys that I had met who just wanted to find a way to date me (Ex, Mike, Tyler and few other random stragglers) and about the girls (Jessica, Lauren and my personal favorite Angela). I leave the Cullen's and Hale's out of the topic, seeing as how it was rare that they don't talk to people, they talk to me but I can't be sure they'll do the same to Bella. I would hope they do.

Bella is dreading her first day already, which is honestly what I was doing earlier this week. But I am hopeful that the finale of our high school years will be great. So long as we are together. Charlie walks near the doorframe leaning on it, looking at the three of us. But he begins to address Patrick.

"Eli said you live in Seattle, is that correct?" He asks the teen expectantly.

"That's right, sir." Patrick says in confirmation.

Pops then nods before saying one of the most unexpected things I have ever heard.

"There's going to be a storm tonight, so you are welcome to stay provided you sleep on the couch." He says.

I gawk at my God-Father, wondering what the hell brought this on. It's literally one of those things that NEVER happen. But I can guess that he thinks that Patrick won't be a potential threat. I mean Pat could never cause any harm. To anyone. He's one of those pacifist types.

I apparently sat in place with that same expression because Bella cleared her throat. I looked back towards her and she gave a little smirk, obviously amused. Charlie had abruptly left after a minute so I was practically staring a nothing for a while.

'God, I can be an idiot. And oblivious as all hell when I want to be.'

The three of us managed to talk for hours. As fate would have it, Bell's and Pat have a lot of common ground when it comes to music and literature. Which is great. I'm glad that the two people I care for the most can also be just as close as I am to them both. I honestly couldn't feel happier than I am right now.

'Maybe things are finally looking up for me. One can only hope..'