I own Twilight? Haha I wish. I do not own anything - Stephenie Meyer does and I thank her for letting me play in her Twilight world. I don't own Whip It either.

BPOV

I, Bella Swan, for the first time in my life, was going to go clubbing and was going to go to a concert. This ought to be interesting, I thought to myself as I contemplated what to wear. I wondered what Alice would have picked to wear for this sort of activity. It didn't bother me that much anymore to think of any of the Cullens. To think about Edward still stung a little bit, but that was completely normal after a break-up right? Especially when it was a vampire who you thought you were going to spend all of eternity with? Yeah, totally and completely normal to be a bit heartbroken. But I wasn't going to think of any of that tonight.

I picked out some dark wash skinny jeans and an orange tank top. It was going to be hot in the clubs right? But a tank top wasn't really the most rational piece of clothing to wear in Forks, or even Port Angeles, where I would be going. And Charlie would most definitely noticed if I strolled downstairs wearing tight jeans and a somewhat revealing tank top. By my idea of revealing, of course, not Alice's. I don't think she even thinks anything is revealing. Anyway, it was a scoop neck tank, not one that plunged down to my belly button. So I picked out a jacket to wear over it, that I sometimes wore as a shirt. Charlie wouldn't be a bit suspicious of my outfit.

But what was my cover-up going to be? I couldn't exactly lie to him. For one thing, I suck at lying. He can totally tell. My face turns bright red and I'm slow to think of cover-up responses. And another thing is that this is Forks, for God's sake. Charlie, being Chief of Police, knew everything that happened in this one horse town. It still surprised me that there were no hillbillies. Maybe I could tell him I was going to go to the movies with Jessica or Angela.... No way would he find out. Who am I kidding? Jessica's mom, Mrs. Stanley worked at the bank and was one of Forks' big gossipers. If there was a town scandal - she would be the one most likely to spread the rumors. When Charlie goes to the bank and says something about me and Jess going to the movies - I' m so screwed. Even though Angela's mom was a bit more low-key, she would probably tell Charlie too, that me and Angela had not been to the movies.

But....what if there was someone I could go see whose parents would definitely not rat me out? I had already thought about using the Cullens as an excuse, to say that I was going to go meet Esme or Alice - but Charlie had seen me when they left. Even Alice, who I loved dearly, would take a little time for me to trust again. Edward...I might never be able to trust again. I didn't really blame Esme or Carlisle for leaving, but Edward definitely was responsible for this suffering. Or maybe, I was to blame, being the weak pathetic human that I am. That was the thing that was still puzzling me. Why had they left? Still, Charlie knew that I wouldn't forgive them that easily. But I still had one person, who would let me do whatever the hell I wanted, so long as I didn't get injured.

Thank God my mom had insisted upon giving me a cell phone when I was 15 and had insisted I keep it when I moved to Forks. It really comes in handy when I want to make private phone calls. It's also nice not to have to go downstairs and get the phone. Then Charlie would see me and I'd have to go through a billion questions from him. Mentally thanking my mom's paranoia, I quickly dialed the number and the person I needed answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Bella. What are you doing tonight? I really need you."

With that one sentence, I had my plan in form. I felt kind of mad about manipulating him, but it was worth it. I needed this. Reckless was the one adjective that described the new Bella. Along with carefree, fun-loving, and maybe just plain stupid.

I looked in the mirror before I left my room. I took a deep breath, straightened my clothes, and pushed my hair out of my face. I forced a smile. That looked crappy. I needed to put more effort into this look. I turned in a circle and scanned my room for my rarely used make-up bag. I found it on top of my desk. I took out a tube of mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I should try to look pretty tonight,. I carried those over to my mirror and put them on. I made sure the mascara was waterproof and sweatproof. I didn't really want to look like a racoon with mascara lines streaming down my face when I began to sweat. Or God forbid, if something happened and I ended up crying.

There. All done. I put my make-up stuff back in its bag and looked again at myself in the mirror. I smiled again, trying to make it look more natural and I succeeded.

I looked myself in the mirror and gave myself a pep talk.

"Now Bella, you are going to have a good time tonight with Jacob. He's your best friend, maybe more. You can do this. You are going to pretend to happy and maybe actually be happy." I took another deep breath and looked my reflection in the eyes.

Charlie poked his head in. "Bells?"

"Yeah, Dad?" I asked, trying to act all nonchalant.

"Who were you just talking to? And why are you all dressed up?" Why on earth did Charlie have to pay attention to me tonight?

"I....er....I was reading a book. I was so into it that I accidentally said it aloud. Sorry, Dad." I said back to him.

"Okay, but why are you all dressed up?"

Crap. Crap. Crap!

"Dad, for one thing, I am not 'dressed up'. I'm really bored so me and Jake are going to go to the movies tonight in Port Angeles and then maybe get something to eat. No big deal." I said. Please, oh please, do not notice the concert tickets on my desk, or that I'm wearing make-up or that I have a purse that happens to have money in it.

"Oh, okay. You said you're going with Jake?" he questioned.

"Yep. No big thing, Dad. It's Jacob. The boy we've both known forever. It's not a big deal at all. We're friends." I had to keep lying to him.

"Well, okay then. I know things have been kind of awkward between you two so I'm glad you guys are friends again," he said, clearly embarassed by having to have this conversation with his eighteen year-old daughter. I can only imagine how bad it would have been if I had been with Charlie when I got my first period. Or if he had been the one to give me the sex talk. Those conversations hadn't been awkward at all with my mom. My mom was my best friend. There were no awkward situations or stupid questions. Sometimes, I wished that she could have been more of a mom to me than a friend, but I still loved her and I know that she did as best as she could raising me.

"Yeah, about that," I said, "We might be a little late tonight. It's a special midnight premiere thing, so I don't know exactly when I'll be home." Oh please, please, please, please, please, please, please don't say anything. It's not like he really had any say in it; I'm 18. I had to make this up because I had no idea when the concert would end.

"It's just going to be you and Jacob?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. He searched my face for any hint of me lying. I didn't have to work extra hard on my repsonse because it really was the truth.

"Yes. Just me and Jake." I replied honestly. Thank goodness I bought an extra concert ticket. I don't think we'd have a problem getting in because I actually am 18 and Jacob could easily pass for 20 with his height and unnaturally large muscles.

"That's fine. And if you get too tired, you can just crash at Billy's. He won't mind if you stay over." My wonderfully oblivious father replied.

"Okay, I'll probably come home though. I've got to get ready - Jacob will be here any minute to pick me up." I said, trying to hide my ecstasy that I had permission to basically stay out all night.

"Alright. Have fun," was my father's distracted response as he headed down the stairs; probably off to watch some baseball game.

The realization that my dad was actually okay with me staying out all night and then spending the night at a boy's house was shocking. Granted, it was Jacob. Jacob was practically family. But what my dad didn't know was that Jake and I had tried to date, but it didn't really work out. Honestly, I didn't know what our status was. We're such a couple at times, but at other times, we're just two best friends hanging out. I love Jacob, don't get me wrong, but it'll never be the same love I had for Edward. I shook my head, trying to shake off the thoughts as well. I'm not thinking about that tonight, I reminded myself.

"Hey, Bella." I felt two warm arms wrap around me and lips kiss my head. See what I mean about the dating thing? And what is it with guys just coming into my room? Not that it wasn't adorable.

I turned around while staying in his arms. "Hey, Jacob." I whispered. Jacob was so big! I don't think I'd ever get used to how high I had to look up to look into his eyes. His eyes were so pretty and I loved it when he looked at me like this. I felt so lucky to be his, but Jake deserved so much more.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

"Yup. Let's go. You remember the cover-up story, right? We're going to a midnight premiere of a movie. Charlie even said I could stay over at your house tonight," I added with a devilish grin. "I might want to take him up on that."

"Yes, I remember the story. And I would love that." Jake smiled.

He took my hand and led me down the stairs into the living room. Once we were downstairs, I pulled my hand away from his. He didn't even give me a look because he knew that Charlie didn't know about us.

"Night Dad. Don't wait up on me - I might not come home tonight. If I'm not here in the morning, it's because I stayed at Jacob's alright?" I asked my dad as Jake helped me put my coat on.

"Sure thing. What movie are you kids going to go see anyway?" Charlie asked. Surprisingly, he was actually participating in conversation. Curious, I looked over to the TV and it was commercial, which explained Charlie's attentiveness.

"I got it," Jacob whispered to me. "We're going to go see Whip It, that new movie directed by Drew Barrymore. The one about roller-derby." I love Jacob's wits. He amazes me. It would have taken me 10 years to come up with a response like that, and Charlie didn't even notice Jake's momentary pause.

"That sounds good. Have fun, kiddo," he said to me.

"Okay Dad. Night."

"Night."

"See ya Charlie," was Jacob's hearty response.

As soon as the front door was shut and Charlie couln't see out the front window, Jake wrapped his arm around me and brought me close to him. I leaned my head on his upper arm, as I was too short to rest my head on his shoulder. I reached into my back pocket and gave him his concert ticket, which he put in his pocket. We got into his car and our night officially began.

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