Hey everybody! I know that it has been forever, and this time I have no excuse…I just get to caught up reading all the other stories, that I forget to update. Haha So, in the next couple of days I will try to update like crazy because I am actually going to Ireland for three weeks and I feel horrible for leaving everyone hanging for so long! So any way, enjoy and leave me a review or an inbox letter thing! Haha

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BPOV

Has anyone ever said how hard football actually is?

No. Of course not, thus the reason I'm in the front yard busting my butt and making a complete fool out of myself.

After the event that occurred last week, I decided to totally push all the negative thoughts away and focus on getting to know Charlie a little more. That has not been working out to well at all. He seems a little too much like me. We both are comfortable with silence and would rather not show our emotions and talk about our feelings…so I know absolutely zero about his past life besides what my mom has told me.

So, I decided to try and get to know him by getting him in his own comfort zone, which just happens to be anything involving sports. A random fact about myself; I SUCK at sports.

In soccer, I can never actually kick the ball without sliding on my butt, in softball; I can't pitch or hit the ball to save myself. Don't even get me started on my volleyball skills. The only sport that I manage to do is running. Over the past few years I have perfected my skill of not tripping over my own two left feet.

BUT, being the wonderful daughter that I am, I agreed to try and learn football. (For Charlie's sake of course) I had even managed to drag Rosalie out of the house and get her to play with us.

It seems that Rosalie has inherited all the sports genes from my parents. She kicked ass in football and always managed to run ten times faster and tackle ten times harder. It hurt. Very bad.

Maybe we should have signed her up for football to help with her anger problems. It seemed a good way to let out pent up anger and hurt people in a legal way.

"Ok Bella lets try this again," Charlie said placing the football back in my hands, "I want you to grip the ball and place your fingers on the lace."

I did as he said and he nodded showing that I was holding it correctly.

"Now pull your arm back and spread out your torso wide…" Charlie then mimicked the pose that I was supposed to match yet again. Once I was lined up correctly to match his form, he ran to the opposite side of the yard with his arms open above his head.

"Now, I want your to put your back into it and throw it as hard as you can. Aim for my hands Bella." He yelled. He nodded his head telling me that he was ready for the ball.

I closed one eye and tried to match up the tip of the ball to his outstretched arms.

I AM going to get this shot.

"COME ON B! THROW THE DAMN BALL!" Rose belted from the porch steps.

"Shut UP! I am concentrating here!" I said harshly.

"Whatever. It's not like you'll eve come close to the target. Watch it totally miss Dad." She hissed and sat down and glared at me.

"Bitch." I muttered under my breath. Sometimes I swear I could kill that woman. She never had faith in me.

I dragged my attention back to my father who, bless his soul, was still waiting patiently at the other end of the yard.

"Alright girls, that's enough. Come on Bella, throw the ball to me." He sighed.

I returned to my bubble of focus and once I had my target and aim right, I left it rip. My arm followed through perfectly and I thought from the way it was spinning up and through the air that it would actually reach Charlie.

And reach Charlie it did.

"AH! MOTHER FU SHITTTTTTTTTTT!" He screamed.

I ran up to his crumpled form that was lying on the ground trying not to roll around. "Dad! !" The words came streaming out of my mouth so fast that even I couldn't comprehend what I just said. I touched his arm trying to help him up, but he just swatted away my arm from his crumpled body.

"Don't. I. will. Be…fine..." He whispered breathlessly.

From across the lawn I could hear Rose toppled over in laughter and gasping for air. I turned to glare at her, but the image of her was so funny that I almost cracked up myself. She was on her back rolling around and tears streaming down her face. Her laugh would either be loud annoying chuckles or they would turn silent and she looks like she was crying soundlessly.

My moaning dad was still on the floor semi rolling around and clutching his…package.

Oh my god I just nailed him in the balls with a football.

Well, there goes any quality time I wanted. He probably wouldn't want to come near me with a ten foot pole.

I am such a retard.

Hey! So that was just a little fluff chapter to keep you all entertained while I write a more important chapter. I wanted to show all of you how the three of them are getting along. What a crazy group of Swans: ) so review and before you know it I will have the next big chapter out by this weekend ; ) I am aiming for sat. or sun.

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