AN: OK. Sorry that it took me so long to update. Like I said, I am just getting the hang of this and I think that I'm doing pretty well considering that technology and I do NOT get along. Oh well. Here's Chapter 2.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters except Elizabeth (Liz) Swan. The rest is all Stephanie Meyer.

LPOV

Charlie was nothing like I had imagined. He was 6 feet tall and had black hair with some gray hairs showing on the sides. His eyes were the same shade of brown as Bella, but his had specks of black and green that hers didn't have. He looked very strong and tough with his huge muscles and gun, but still kind and a little sad from the expression on his face. He wore the Forks Police uniform. He glanced up at the sound of the door to notice Alice and then go back to the filing cabinet.

"Hold on a sec, ok Alice? I just gotta put something away." He was so busy, he must have forgotten that Alice was supposed to drive us here to meet him. I looked over at Bella, and she was scared stiff. She passed off her emotions as being excited, but I could feel the nerves she felt. I reached over and grabbed her hand to comfort her. She jumped a little, but gave me a small smile.

"Chief Swan, you may want to see these girls now. They've both waited to see you for a while," Alice protested. Charlie looked up for a second and did a double take. His jaw dropped as he stared at us. It was kinda weird seeing him for the first time, so we both just stared back.

"Bella? Liz? Is that really you two?" he asked incredulous.

"Yes! It's them! I couldn't believe my luck when I found them both at the airport! The long awaited Swan twins! Of course I nearly ran over Bella in my eagerness to get home, but instead I found them first! We're all going to be such good friends, I can already tell! Wait until the others find out!" She squealed with joy.

Charlie's surprised expression changed into a smile stretched from ear to ear. He ran over and gave us the biggest bear hug we'd ever had.

"Hi dad. We're home," Bella choked out into his shoulder at he squeezed the air out of us.

"Liz! Bella! It's great to see you two! Wow, you've grown! Wait til Jake and Billy get a glimpse of you two. Thank you so much for driving them over Alice. I really appreciate you not letting my girls wait around until I could pick them up. Hey Bobby! Look who's here!" he called into the back part of the office, finally letting us breathe. A short man, also in a police uniform, came out. He was blonde and looked to be a few years younger than Charlie.

"You must be Elizabeth and Isabella, Charlie's kids. Nice to meet you. My name is Bobby Conroy. I'm your dad's partner in crime here," he introduced himself before turning to my father. "Why don't I finish up here and you take them home?"

"Are you sure? Thanks! Ready to see your new home?" Charlie asked.

"I guess I'll see you two tomorrow at school. I'll save you a seat at lunch. Come find me if you need anything at all." Alice bounced out the door and to her car.

"She was nice. So I want to see if your house is really all it's cracked up to be. I bet it's not as bad as you made it out to be on the phone." I was trying to make pleasant conversation as we walked out to the car. He laughed and admitted that it probably wasn't that bad, but we'll see and decide for ourselves. He also told us that he'd gotten each of us a surprise.

When we reached the house, there were already three cars parked there. Two of them were the same car, Ford Mustang convertibles, but in blood red and midnight blue. Bells and I both screamed in delight as Charlie informed us that those were ours. He really shouldn't have, but he did and it was the best gift we'd ever gotten.

The other car was a big, masculine black truck that was parked in the driveway. That had to be Billy and Jacob Black's truck. Charlie had told us that they were going to visit us. Jacob was 18, only a year older than Bella and I. He would hopefully become a friend soon.

Bella and I ran through the rain quickly, trying not to get soaked and failing. As we got about halfway there, Bella tripped and pulled me down with into the mud. I didn't get mad. In fact, just the opposite. I tried to get up, but slipped again, getting even dirtier. I took Bells and I about seven tries to get up before we succeeded with Charlie's help.

When we got inside, two very bewildered people were there. Jacob was tall, dark, and gorgeous! He wasn't wearing a shirt and he had a definite six pack and toned muscles. He was tan, for someone who got about three days of sun a year. His black hair was long and tied back to frame his amazing face. He had deep black eyes and a gentle expression. I suddenly turned bright red under the mask of mud as his gaze landed on my appearance.

The other man was Billy, Jacob's dad. He was also tan with black eyes, but he was in a wheelchair and had wrinkles. He seemed stern, but kind. Jacob must take care of him as well as Charlie.

As the two men looked us over, they burst out laughing. Soon, we all joined in. It was contagious. Bella and I introduced ourselves and asked Charlie to show us our rooms.

Charlie's house was large, with three stories, four bedrooms, and three bathrooms. One bedroom was for Charlie, one for Bella, and one for me. The other was a spare. Bella and I each got a bedroom and a joining bathroom.

As we walked up to the second floor, we heard Jacob and Billy still laughing. Charlie said that the first door on the left was mine, the first on the right was Bella's, the second door on the right was his, and the second door on the left was the spare. The shared bathroom was at the end of the hall. All of the doors were white with silver knobs. Charlie said that he had hoped that we would like our rooms and then left to go back to Billy and Jacob.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. My room was huge. It was painted red, my favorite color, with white music notes randomly placed along one wall in perfect disarray. The bed was round and all white with a vertical stripe of red down the center that matched the walls. The floor was wood, with a fuzzy white and red striped rug. There were lots of white shelves that matched the whole look of the room. Perfect for my trophies. There was a raised platform in the corner of the room that had a three was mirror and the door to my closet. Next to the platform was a window with the most amazing view. It was the forest that surrounded Charlie's house. I loved it. I dropped my bag and ran over to the bed. It was soft like the one that I had back home. Charlie must have called Aunt Jessie and asked her about my hobbies and favorites, then hired an interior designer for this.

I heard a squeal coming from across the hall and ran to see Bella and her room. Hers was blue and white, like mine, but with some lavender mixed in. The layout was the same, but her floor was covered in a soft white carpet that wouldn't hurt to trip on. Her window also overlooked the forest. She had a lot more shelves than I did, but that was probably because she had more books than I had trophies. She seemed genuinely excited for the first time since we arrived. We both screamed and jumped up and down. We didn't care that the guys downstairs could hear us. But once we got that out of our systems, we realized that we were still covered in mud.

I went back to my room, and into my bathroom to take a shower. The bathroom was just as nice as the bedroom. I hooked up my iPod to the sound system and hopped into the shower. As I was scrubbing the mud off with my favorite cherry scented body wash, I realized how much Charlie must have spent on Bella and me. Our rooms were totally redone, we each had a new car, and he had paid for the plane tickets.

I had to admit, Charlie was rich. His family had accumulated a large sum of money from many generations of lawyers, and all of that had passed to him. But, he seemed sincerely concerned that we wouldn't like it here, so he gave us homecoming gifts and made us feel at home. The amount of though and care he had put into our arrival was touching.

After the shower, I headed downstairs and said goodnight and goodbye to the Blacks and Charlie, and went to bed. I dreamt well that night, lost in dreams unconcerned by the looming prospect of going to school tomorrow.