(A/N- Number 4 :D review!)
Charlie had some redecorating stuff in the garage, and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening unpacking and moving stuff around and painting the room, making it mine. Charlie had said I could do anything to it as long as I didn't smash any walls down. I painted the room electric blue, after a lot of mixing I had eventually gotten the right colour.
The huge old computer had been replaced by my sleek laptop I had brought with me, and the closet had been pushed into a better position and the bed pushed against the wall to create more space. It had taken a lot of work and I had only stopped when Charlie called to tell me the pizza was here.
We sat eating the pizza, pepperoni for me and some meat feast for him, in front of the large TV until Charlie switched it off.
"I, uh, enrolled you at school earlier today," he started as he put his piece of pizza down, "You'll be starting the day after tomorrow and I have taken tomorrow morning off so we can go down to Port Angeles to get you a car I don't-" I cut him off before he could say anymore.
"Charlie, you don't have to drive me, I can get the bus, its fine, and I can get some groceries because you're all out of... everything." He looked sheepish at the last bit and walked over to the jar on top of the fridge and handing it too me.
"Well here's the money for the groceries, but I can't cook... so buy something simple...maybe micro waved lasagne or something?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the jar, getting up from the table and pushing the chair in.
"I can cook, its fine," I told him as I walked up the stairs.
"Night" I called before slamming the bathroom door and getting ready for bed.
I woke up around 8:00 the next morning, and Charlie had left for work early, around 6:00, leaving a note, claiming an emergency at work. He also left his credit card stating I could use it to buy my car, and I scoffed at that idea. I had more money than I knew what to do in my bank account, due to the amount of races I had won in Phoenix.
I had a quick shower and looked through my limited clothing and sighed as I grabbed some jeans and a band tee. I needed clothes, and decided to do some online shopping later using Charlie's credit card. I detested walking through malls, and online shopping wasn't as bad.
I pulled a brush through my hair and put it back in a band; making sure my bruise was covered, and put make up over my cut before making the decision to call a cab instead of waiting for a bus. I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the house.
The cab ride took about the same amount of time as yesterday, and I got a better look of Port Angeles as I thanked the cab driver and got out of the car.
There were quite a few stores, and after asking someone where the nearest car dealer ship was, and found one walled Wilder Auto, not far into town. I knew there weren't going to be drift cars, but there were lots of other cars, and a specific one caught my eye.
It was a bright blue Jeep Wrangler, perfect for Forks terrain, at $35,000. I bought it there and then, much to the delight of a happy salesman. He looked astonished at the gold credit card I passed to him, but didn't ask questions, probably afraid I had stolen money and he wouldn't get his sale bonus. I thanked him after signing a million papers, and climbed into the new jeep. The smell of new car greeted me as I closed the door, looking more closely at the interior of the car.
I loved it. I put the key into the ignition and listened to the pleasant rumble of the engine. While it was nowhere near as loud as my Nissan Drift car, it was loud.
Roaring out of the parking lot; I followed the arrows on the concrete and listened to the sat-nav tell me the directions to the nearest thrift store.
I got enough Ingredients for steak and potatoes, Charlie had told me he liked it, and that there was nothing but fish in the freezer; I would have to find out how to put fish in different dishes.
I put the groceries on the front seat and got in round the other seat, smiling at the sound of the large jeep.
It took about thirty minutes to get home, making my trip to Port Angeles and back only taking me until 2:00. I had hours to kill before I had to start dinner; I expected Charlie home at 6pm.
Turning on the TV to some cooking channel, I sat with my laptop on my knee and surfed through online clothing stores, eventually finding clothes I knew I would wear; Skinny jeans, band tee's, the occasional skirt and leather jackets and bike boots. Somehow, this led me to an online motorbike store, showing very hot bikes.
Whilst I have never owned a motorbike before, there was bike parks which I had been too, always interested in the idea of motocross or similar sports. I clicked on one of the websites, and saw a bike called Ducati 1200 S sport. I wanted it. Badly.
I looked at the price and my eyes bulged. It was a hefty price tag, ranging to nearly $60,000 with all components. I contacted the dealer and worked out the price, forgetting completely about buying clothes. I managed to get the price down to $55,000, and get him to drop it off at the local garage so Charlie wouldn't see it. It would be delivered in three weeks maximum.
I was looked at the small clock on the corner of the laptop screen, and it showed 4:49, so I decided to start making dinner, cooking it slowly for the best taste. I had learned how to cook myself dinner when I was about 11, when Renee just stopped attempting to make meals, and shoved a pizza at me and expected me to cook it myself, and I kind of just started to enjoy fending for myself in the kitchen. It was my area and Renee never bothered me in there.
Charlie came home just past 6:00, hanging his gun belt up noisily and closing the front door.
"Bella? That you?" Yeah, who else are you expecting to be cooking your dinner in your kitchen?
"Yeah Charlie, it's me!" I yelled back, although it wasn't necessary in the quiet house. I could hear him plod through the house, probably trailing mud and dirt through the house with him, and sit in the chair, his chair, at the table.
"Good day?" I asked him, turning round, and seemed happy that one of was making conversation, he was pretty incapable of doing it.
"Yeah, good, not busy though, just paperwork," He pulled a face and that and sniffed the air lightly, "Smells good, Bells." He said as he took his shoes off.
I turned back around and poked one of the potatoes with a fork, to see if it was ready, and then got the steak out of the oven.
Whilst eating dinner, Charlie told me about Forks high school, where it was, and that he had told the teachers I would be there early to pick up my papers and shit. In turn I told him about the Jeep and some clothes I had got and he nodded as we ate.
It was the most we had spoken in 17 years.