Okay. This is my 4rd chapter to Bowling for Love. I hope you guys like it. Please review after this chapter. cant wait to hear what you think!!
Chapter 4
I opened the door to my house and saw Charlie sleeping on the couch with the TV still turned on to the game. I walked over and turned off the TV.
"What-what happened.-are we losing?" He jumped off the couch and yelled.
"You fell asleep Charlie-I mean Dad." Geez. I'm still not used to calling him dad.
"I wasn't sleeping. What are you talking about?" He lied
"Come on. Go back to sleep. You just got back from work and must be tired."
"Well I'm not. Turn the game back on."
"Fine." I said as I turned the TV back on. I walked through the living room, kitchen, and walked up the stairs to my room. My room was a mess. I had clothes laying everywhere, my bed undone, and a whole load of laundry needing to be done. I did as much as possible since I really had nothing to do today.
I grabbed all the clothes laying on the ground and stuffed them into my hamper then brought the hamper downstairs to the washer and washed some clothes. I went upstairs, made my bed and then decided to wash some dishes. I didn't bother putting them in the dishwasher. That would just give me some time in the day that I really didn't need.
I grabbed the dish and started cleaning it with the soapy sponge. Then the bell rang. I waited for it to be answered by Charlie but then it rang again. "Charlie are you going to get that?" I yelled. "Charlie!" still no answer. And the bell rang yet again. So I turned off the sink and walked to the living room to answer the door.
Charlie was passed out on the couch sleeping again. So on my way to the door I turned the TV off. "-Are we still losing?" Charlie sprang off the couch again yelling. I ignored him and answered the door. Jacob was there. He held out his hands for a hug. So I gave him one. He was so strong he could've crushed me. But then he let me go and I felt like I was going to fall.
"Hey." He said
"Hey. Come in." I told him. He walked in and stared at Charlie, who was making his way to the TV to turn it on.
"Hello Charlie." Jacob greeted my dad.
"Mmm. Hi Jacob. How's your dad." Charlie asked Jake
"He's doing good." Jacob replied. I grabbed Jakes hand and lead him to the kitchen. He sat down on a seat as I was doing the dishes. "So. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just doing dishes. I have nothing to do today." I told him
"You're not spending the day with Alice?"
"Nope. I snuck out after we came back from the mall. She was so tired from shopping that she fell asleep. So Rose let me sneak out." I felt bad for Alice. But she'll probably sleep a couple of hours and Rose'll tell her I was bored so left a little before she woke up.
"Okay. So you're stuck with me then. What do you want to do?" He asked. I finished washing the last dish then put it in the drying rack.
"Uhhh. I'm not sure. Actually I wanna look through old photo albums of my mom and me. Maybe make a scrapbook out of all the pictures." I said. My mom loved taking pictures when I was little. She couldn't put the camera down. So there must be a lot to look at. And believe me when I say a lot.
"Errr. You sure." Jacob I can tell did not want to.
"Come on. It'll be fun. I don't know why you're complaining. I'm the one who hates to have pictures taken of me. But I have to look through these because they're taking up space in my room." I told him. I took his hand and dragged him upstairs to my room.
I opened my closet door and took out 3 albums full of baby pictures to laugh at. I plopped it on the ground right next to my bed. Took one out and layed on the bed, stomach face down, feet in the air. Jacob was still standing at the door were I left him. "Well? Get a book and start organizing. Can you separate all the infant pictures, to toddler pictures, to children pictures?" I asked him.
"I can try." he said "But I don't know if I'll succeed. Some pictures can be hard to tell what age." He started walking over to the bed. Once he got to the bed he sat down next to me. I felt bad because I was hogging up the whole bed but uh well. He still had space to sit.
"On the back of the pictures it says my age." I told him. "Don't worry Jacob. You'll love this once you look at it." I said. Then handed him an album. He opened it and once he started looking at the pictures I can tell he tried not to laugh. I looked over his huge hand and saw the picture of me crying on the front porch of my house. I remember that I think. My mom wanted to take a picture of me in front of the house when I had a new outfit and I was so happy but when I was walking I tripped on the grass and got a huge grass stain on my shirt. "That's not something you laugh at. I really like that shirt."
Jacob couldn't seem to hold it anymore so he bursted out in laughter. "I fell in grass. That shouldn't be funny." I told him. But I was happy he wasn't so bored anymore. I opened the album I had laying in front of me and saw a picture of me, Alice, and Rose. Our arms were on each other's shoulders and our mouths were dirty from eating a popsicle stick. I smiled at that picture because we were so little. Probably in 1st grade. Alice still had the fashionable clothing back then and Rose still looked like a Barbie doll.
The next picture was of me (6yrs) and Renee. We were on the front porch of my ballet studio. Her hand were on my hips holding me slightly off the ground and my toes were pointed so it looked like I was standing on my toes only. My hands were together above my head, with my hair in a bun and two curly brown locks of hair coming down the side of each cheek.
The next picture was of me (6yrs) and Charlie. I was sitting on his shoulders. And my hands were covering his eyes. My smile was spread from ear to ear and my cheeks were rosy red that it was impossible to be unnoticed.
The next picture was when I was 16. It was my sweet 16. This was just a year before I moved to Forks. In the picture I was around all my friends Alice, Rose, Angela, Mike, Eric, and Jessica. All crowded around the camera, but in the upper right hand corner of the photo was Charlie..all alone. I felt bad for him. He was so lonely when my mom left him. He had no life to look forward to. Now he just has me to take care of every now and then.
"Hey look at this." Jacob shouted. I looked up from my album and there was a picture of me and him making mud pies in the backyard. We were about 5years old. This was when I was friends with Rachel, Jacobs sister. But that day Rachel was at her friend's house so I played with Jacob. It's weird how I remember all these things.
In the picture me and Jacob were crouched down on the ground with sticks in our hands digging. But we looked up at the camera. Jacob's hand was behind my head pretending I have bunny ears. I slapped Jacob on the arm and it made a loud smack noise.
"Ow. What was that for?" he said
"The bunny ears you gave me. You know how much I hated when you do that."
"Yea but that was like 11 years ago."
"So what. It still bothers me." He started laughing. "We still need to make a scrapbook instead of looking through these pictures all day."
"Good point, but you know what. Making a scrapbook actually does sound like a good idea. It sounds stupid but it's still a way of remembering memories." He said. "I think I might actually make one."
"Really!" I said with a smile. "Well you need lots and lots of pictures to start with."
"Okay. Then I'll take some. Just not now. I gotta go home. Billy wants me to start reading from a cook book so I can at least cook little simple things."
"Ha. Yea right. Call me when you burn the place down." I said sarcastically.
"What? He really does want me to cook simple things." Jacob said. "And don't judge my cooking skills. Sooner or later l'll be pro at cooking spaghetti and meatballs, Waa-Cha."He yelled the last part, and held out his hand like a karate move.
"Cooking has nothing to do with karate." I told him. Then smacked his hand down. He got up off the bed and headed towards the door.
"Maybe so," he said. Then walked out the door but kept it a crack opened and looked inside. "But you'll never know." And with that he slammed the door shut.
"Hey. Not slamming." Charlie yelled from downstairs.
"Sorry Charlie." Jacob apologized, still outside my door. I started giggling and rolled over on my back, but accidently instead of on my back, I ended up falling of my bed.
"Owww." I moaned. Jacob walked back in my room and came running over to me.
"Are you okay." He asked. I wanted to say something but I couldn't I just kept on laughing. I wanted to cry from all the pain but laugh at the same time.
"I..don't..think so." I said in between laughs. Jake helped me get up and I can feel my head pounding. I think I must of hit my head first, but I also had pain on my tailbone I think. Ouch.
"Lay down on the bed." Jake told me. "you need some rest." He helped me lay down on the bed. Once I was on he pulled the covers over me.
"I don't want to go to bed yet. And I need to ice the back of my head." I told him, whining.
"Fine, I'll get you an ice pack." He said. Then walked out the room. I waited, and waited, and waited until he would come back. Then eventually finally did. "What? I couldn't find it. You guys stuff a lot of things in the freezer." He said with a laugh. "Here, keep it at the back of your head." He told me. He placed it under my head for me.
"Thank you. But don't go. I'll feel lonely if you leave." I begged. Just then a phone started ringing. Jacob dug in his pocket and then pulled out his cell phone.
"Hello?" Jacob said, like the way he always answered the phone with me. "Yea dad. I was just about to leave-- yea--okay I will--alright bye." He hung up the phone. "See. I told you he's serious about me cooking."
"But you don't have to cook Jake. You can come over whenever you want. You guys are always welcomed in this house." I told him.
"Yea but we can't always eat in this house. Almost every day we order take out or have Sue Clearwater come over and cook. Its time I man up and learn." He said with a big grin.
"Bu--"
"No Bella...I gotta go. I'll see you later. Okay?" he said. He saw the sad look on my face. "C'mon Bella. Don't make me feel sad now. I gotta go." He said then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Bye Bells." And then he left out the door.
My head still hurt and I can feel the pain every now and then. But then I soothly fell asleep into the night.
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