I don't own twilight.
I drove back to Charlie's house after exiting The Cullen mansion. As I pulled up into the driveway Charlie ran out of the house. No doubt he was watching for when I'd return.
"Isabella, where in the hell have you been" Charlie yelled.
Uh-oh he used my full name, he is pissed. Damn, what am I gonna tell him I can't tell him the truth he'll say it's too dangerous to live in L.a.
"I, uh, ran into a friend and lost track of time" I lied nervously. I'm not a very good liar, but hopefully he would buy it. Charlie's facial features remained the same leading me to believe he knew I was lying.
"Next time, call first" was his only reply as he walked back into the house after which I fallowed.
"I'm sorry, Dad I promise to call first" I sighed happy that he bought my story.
Charlie sighed. "Bella, I just worry about you a lot anyone could hurt you now that you aren't just an ordinary girl anymore". Anyone did.
"I understand" I replied truthfully.
"I'm going to bed Bells, if you go anywhere please leave a note saying that you are gone and where you went" Charlie yawned gliding his way up the stairs.
"Goodnight, dad" I whispered under my breath going up to my room.
I dropped my body upon my old bed feeling the coolness of the pillow hit my head. Even though I was knocked out by a man on the street last night and was out for god knows how many hours I was still tired. I closed my eyes taking the blanket over my body drifting into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning to someone knocking on the front door. Who the hell could this be? I got up from my teenage bed and walked down the stairs. The knocking continued.
"I'm coming" I yelled so whoever it was could hear me. I opened the door to see a man with little to no hair with a flowers in his hand.
"Uh, who are you?" I asked groggily.
"You're her" The close to bald man said.
"Yes I'm a girl I know this who are you?" I asked sarcastically.
"Oh, uh I'm David, I-I'm a-a bi-g fan" David stuttered.
I should have figured that out when he was 'You're her'. I've never been in this situation I don't know what to say.
"Are those flowers for me?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm a florist and I'm out on a delivery." He said handing me the flowers.
There were two bouquet's of flowers. One was red roses and the other was black roses. Roses are three dollars per rose, and there were twenty four roses which was about seventy two dollars plus delivery fees which was easily one hundred dollars.
"Anything else?" I asked politely.
"Can I get an autograph" He asked half scared that I was going to slam the door in his face.
"Sure" I muttered.
He handed me a copy of my album artwork and asked me to sign on the cover. I signed my initials as I always did when I give autographs after which handing it to him.
"Thank you" he studdered.
"No, thank you" I smiled.
He left quickly and I took my flowers into the kitchen, putting them in a vase of water. I looked for a card, and found two. One inside each bouquet. The one inside the bouquet with the red roses said
Roses are red
violets are blue
I am blond
and so are you
It is obvious who sent this. Rosalie. I am surprised that she took out of her shopping money to buy me roses. It proves (at least to me) that she's ready to bury the hatchet and be done with this dumb little girl bullshit. I am impress with her for going the extra mile. I put down Rosalie's card and went on to the other.
This one shocked me. It didn't rhyme, but it was much more beautiful and meaningful than Rosalie's.
to some black roses signify death and pain
but to me it signifys rebirth and growth
I see both in you, Bella
ps. I apologize for your birthday
Jasper
I am over shocked that Jasper sent me flowers. If I was anymore shocked I would be electrocuted. I should go thank both Jasper and Rosalie right away. I better take a shower though it's been a few days since I had one.
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