NOTES: I OWN NOTHING. Except this version of characters that don't belong to me. Connor and Bella are closer than ever, and what happens back in Forks?

Chapter Seventeen

Floating Chairs

Bella POV

I had gotten out of bed while Connor was taking a shower. Last night had been a turning point for me and Connor, and I felt it. It was both scary and nice. It was nice, because after so long of holding it all in, I was finally able to just let it out, and talk to someone about it. It was scary, because I had never let myself get close enough to people to have to talk about this. Unfortunately, Connor had gotten close enough, that he had started seeing through the facade' and knew that I wasn't completely me. I glided lightly to my closet, not really wanting to get dressed, but not wanting to walk around naked either. I found an oversized t-shirt that was laying on the closet floor. I pulled it on, yanking on the bottom of it, making sure it covered my ass.

I didn't have a big house. I walked out into the small living room, into an even smaller kitchen. Opening the back door, I walked out into the morning air, taking a deep breath as I sat down on a cheap, multi-colored lawn chair. I was calm, and I was happy. That didn't stop my mind from drifting off to Edward. Truth be told I wondered what he was up to. I wondered if he had moved on, and decided being with Tanya was better. I thought about whether or not he was missing me. I secretly wished that he was still drowning in his pain. However, I couldn't deny to myself, or to my heart, that I missed him. But there was another small, tiny part in my heart, that was happy with Connor.

"Hey babe." Connor came behind me and kissed me on the cheek before settling himself in the other lawn chair.

I smiled sweetly at him. "Hey."

"So I was thinking while I was scrubbing my mini me-"

"Connor!" I laughed as I lightly scorned him.

"Okay, joking, but I was thinking while I was...in the shower," he chuckled, "And I thought that since you shared some secrets, it was only fair that I share one of my own."

"One?"

"Okay, I don't really have any secrets. But I do have one thing that I haven't told you about. I didn't want to tell you about it because I really wasn't sure if I was staying or going anytime soon. And it seemed like something that wasn't a big deal to share, if I was going to move on soon."

"And...you've decided that your staying. What makes you think that I'm okay with you staying?" I teased.

"I think last night decided that." He winked at me, and flashed a brilliant white smile.

"Okay, continue."

He jumped to his feet and squared his shoulders as he faced me. "Okay, so, I can do this thing, that I discovered by accident a long time ago, but since then, it's come in handy."

"What? Did you learn some special language?"

"Ha ha, no. Now if you're done trying to be funny, which you're not. I need to show you rather than tell you."

I watched intently, yet amused, as Connor looked around the porch for something that I apparently wasn't seeing. He actually turned around almost frantically before fully facing me again. He looked me dead in my eyes before speaking.

"Hold on to your chair."

"What?"

"Hold. On. To. Your. Chair."

"Wh-Why?"

"Just hold on to it. Geez."

I placed my hands on each arm of the flimzy chair, holding on. This confused me. But before I had any more time to think about it, I started feeling slightly unsteady. It wasn't my feelings that were unsteady, it was the chair. I looked up at Connor with shock written all over me. When I normally looked his face, I had to look up at him. Now, I was slightly taller than him.

"Oh!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to show you. If I want something to move, I just think about how and where I want it to move, and it does. Doesn't matter what it is."

"Okay. That's actually pretty cool, but, um, could you put me down now?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

I felt me and the chair make a thud sound as it hit the ground, and it caused the chairs metal legs to bend, bringing me down further. "Shoot."

"Shit! Sorry about that." Connor rushed over, lifting me effortlessly out of the chair and setting me on my feet. "I haven't quite mastered it. And I really never use it unless it's absolutely necessary."

"It's okay, really. No harm done. The chair was a piece of crap anyways." I smiled half-heartedly and leaned against the wall of the house.

Connor looked at me suspiciously. I didn't know why though. What was he expecting? Was he thinking that I was going to yell at him or something?

"Your not freaked out?" He asked, confused.

"Not at all. Why would I be?"

"I just showed you that I can move things, and all you do is stand there."

This seemed oddly familiar. It made my mind stop and think for a moment. Was I having some weird case of deja' vu? "Oh."

"What?" Connor was now in front of me, holding on to my shoulders, bending down so that he was looking into my distant eyes. "I did freak you out."

"No, you didn't. It's okay, really. It's just...you reminded me of something." I was hardly in the moment right now. I was having a sick case of deja' vu. Connor had just said almost the exact thing Edward had said when he told me about his mind reading. This wasn't the first time though. It had occured to me around the time that I had met Connor that he looked familiar to me. I hadn't really put much thought into it then, but now, looking back on it, he sorta looked like him. Like Edward. Not exactly of course, but he had striking similarities in the face. His hair was almost the same beautiful color, just cut different. He was more muscular, but looking at him, he had almost the same body shape. And in some of our previous non-chalant conversations, his old timey way of talking would slip through here and there, reminding me of Edward. It was weird. Too weird.

"Earth to Bella, can you hear me?" Connor was waving his hand in my face.

I came to, putting a normal, relaxed look to my face. "Sorry. I just zoned out there for a moment."

"You said I reminded you of something?"

"Yeah, you, um...you reminded me of him, just now. Sorry." My face grimaced a little, honestly sorry that I had brought it up to him.

"I see. Well, I personally need to hunt, so I'm gonna go. Do you want to change and come join me? Although you could probably get some attention looking like that." He smiled, pulling me into him. His lips met mine, tender and sweet. He tasted good.

"Yeah, I'll join you. And yes, I'm changing." I giggled as I slipped past Connor, and through the back door back into my house. I was being silly. Connor was nothing like Edward. I chalked it up as me just missing Edward. Of course I missed him. Edward held a huge part of my heart. It would only be time that my mind would start roaming back to him. I was a girl. It was frustrating though, and highly unfair to Connor. As I made my way into my tiny closet, I grabbed a pair of comfy jeans, slipping them on. As I reached for a t-shirt, I heard a vibration noise from a box on the shelf high up in the closet. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was, but then I reached up, snatching the box off the shelf and twirled around, tossing the box on my bed, quickly ripping the lid off. I had to rummage through a bunch of papers and momentos before coming across my old cell phone. I had kept in case of an emergency. Only the ones from my past life had the number. I picked it up, looking at the caller id. I didn't recognize the number.

I flipped the phone open, pulling it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Yes, Is this a Miss Isabella Swan?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Miss Swan, this is Deputy Williams. I'm sorry to inform you that your father, Chief Swan, has passed away."

"What?!" I had meant to sit on the bed, but instead, slid along the side of the bed, plopping down on the floor. "How?"

"I'm afraid he had a heart attack Miss Swan. According to his doctors, he had had a small heart attack about 6 months ago, but unfortunately we didn't catch this one in time ma'am. I'm very sorry."

"Was he alone?!" Oh god, please don't let him have been alone.

"No, Miss Swan. Miss Clearwater was with him, and she was the one who dialed 911. It was just too late when we got there."

I couldn't say anything. Stupid old man. I knew this would happen, what with all those damn steaks he ate. Dammit Charlie! Dammit.

"Miss Swan, if there is anything you would like for us to do, just ask. Anything you need, and we can do it."

"No, no. I'll be in town shortly, and we'll discuss things then. Thank you for calling me."

I snapped the phone shut, and sobbed. I sobbed my invisible tears and was glad that I didn't need to breathe. It would have made it harder. I had to accept this. If not now, then soon enough. I had chosen a path that meant that anyone human that I loved, or held close to heart, would eventually die as I would forever live. I knew this. It didn't make it any easier.

"Bella?"

I looked up, pain written all over my face. Connor rushed over and wrapped his arms around me. "Bella what's wrong?"

"I have to go."

"Okay. Can I ask why?"

"My father just died."

"We can hunt down whoever did this. They won't get away with burning him-"

"No, Connor. Not my father-in-law. My father. My human father. He had a heart attack." I sobbed into Connor's chest, still happy I didn't have to breathe.

"Bella, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

"No, I just have to go. I have to get his funeral together, and call my mom."

"Are you going to be okay to go alone? Do you need me to go?"

"It's okay Connor, you don't have to go."

"Bella, I want to go. I want to be there for you."

I nodded as I sobbed. I should have said no, but I couldn't. I wanted him to go with me. I needed him to. So as coherently as possible, I agreed. "Okay."

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