Chapter 5: Memories

I took a deep unneeded breath. We -meaning Nessie, Jake, Alice, Edward,and I- stood on Charlie's doorstep. I was standing closest to the door, holding or sqeezing to be more accurate Edward's hand. What could I say I was so nervous. My hesitant hand was about to reach out and knock on the door when Jacob became impatiant with my slow pace and reached for the door before me.

I glared at him. Still silently thanking him that I didn't have to do it. That's when the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was Charlie. He looked the same as he had twenty-five years ago. Only obviously older. It was shocking how much someone could change. Especially when everyone around you stayed the same. Charlie just stood there. In shock I guessed. Then a smile pulled back across his face. "Bella?"

"Hey dad," I resoponed walking forward to hug him.

"You really were't kidding when you said you'd look the same forever." He chuckled. He looked over my shoulder at the others. "Hey Renesmee, Jake, Alice, Edward."

"Hi, I missed you," my arms were soon pulled away so Nessie could take my place.

"Hey Charlie," Jake simply said. I could tell he was probably as shocked about the fact people accutaly could look this different as I was.

Edward put his arm around my waist as I backed up to his side. My grin was ear to ear. Mirroring Charlie's.

"Oh, why are we still standing out here come in," Charlie said finally relizing that we had been standing out there for five minutes.

After around an hour of catching up and talking about various things in the living room I finally remembered my want to see the rest of the house. "Do you mind if I check out my old room?"

"Yeah sure, it hasn't changed," he said," Well maybe there's some dust now."

With that I, followed by Edward, walked up the staircase to my old bedroom. The moment I walked in I noticed the same yellow walls. The bed, rocking chair, desk, and now past decised computer. It was all the same. I turned toward Edward, knowing if I could have, tears would have been involved. "This brings back, memories."

"Yes I does."

I walked over to the bed, towing Edward along with me. As I sat on the edge of the bed it hit me. How much of my past this house, this town was. I had, had this room before this life. Before Edward. When Vampires and werewolfs only existed in scary stories and horror movies.

Another ten minutes of silence passed before I stood up and walked to my bedside table. I opened the drawer and sitting, alone was the cd Phil had given me for chistmas about thirty years ago. I took it out and walked toward the door. "Aren't you coming?" I asked turning back to Edward.

"I just want to do one thing," he said. Just then he got up and walked to what seemed like the center of my room. He kneeled down and pryed at one of the floorboards. Once it was free he cast it aside and put his hand into the opening. When it resrfaced there were the pictures and the cd he had hidden before he left me. I had never bothered to get them because once I knew he was real and not leaving I had no need for reminders of the being standing next to me.

I smiled and held my hand out expecting him to give me the objects. Instead I got his hand which was equally as satisfying. "I'll carry these," I said as I tried to grasp the pictures in his hand.

"Later."

"Fine, what ever makes you happy," I said as we walked back downstairs to rejoin everyone.

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