Chapter 2: Home

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters just the plot but I sure do wish I owned Paul and Jasper. Both are Yummy! Also, don't own the song or lyrics in this chapter.

Word count: 2,507

A/N Warning there will be foul language in this story so if you don't like that don't read.

BPOV (Bella)

It's a great feeling to be finally able to go home and stay home for once. Arizona, don't get me wrong is an amazing place to be, but was never home to me, and honestly probably never will be. To Mom and Phil, its home and that's wonderful for them, but to me not so much. I found it far too busy, too loud. There was just too much going on to be able to sit down and truly enjoy what was around you. I felt like I would loose my mind sometimes because I couldn't have peace and quite, something that my home could provide me, something that my dad could give me. La Push, now that's home to me, small reserve just West, about 4 hours from Seattle, next to none traffic and right along the Pacific Ocean something that I was excited about seeing up and personal every day once again, in Arizona I would have to make it a day trip to so much as see the ocean, now it is right outside me door. La Push is where my dad is, where Jake is. It is where my heart is, and belongs. I'll miss the heat, I'll miss Mom and Phil and my rowdy gang of friends here, but it's time for me to go home. Time too see what I have been missing out on; to see the changes. I miss my daddy, Billy, Sarah, and Jake. So, here I am sitting on a plane that's a little too full for my comfort zones, and a little too loud for my ears, waiting to take off and land at Sea-Tac Airport of Seattle, Washington.

There was movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a young women digging around in her carry on. Her hair was dirty blond with natural red highlights that seemed to dominate her hair more than the blonde. Her expressive green eyes seemed as if they could tell a million stories, both of happiness and sadness. Her face was speckled with freckles, most of which were centered on her nose. The freckles across her face reminded me of a constellation. Her complexion was natural and she was straight up beautiful, with minimal makeup accenting her strong features. This girl had to be about the same height as me at five foot three inches maybe even a little taller, hard to tell with both of us sitting down in the seats. The way she held herself with such grace, made me I almost jealous, I'm confident don't get me wrong but the way she held herself was breathtaking, there was a shy atmosphere but she was a strong women one could tell. To see someone with such beautiful build and be happy was so refreshing, many of the people I knew didn't know what to do with what they were graced with.

I stuck out my hand once she was completely seated and said, "Hi! My name is Bella."

"Oh! Um hi, my name is Hope," the girl, Hope, replied shyly while taking my hand, I had shocked her.

"Where are you heading to?" I questioned out of curiosity.

"I am actually heading to this Reservation called La Push for the week. My friend was there during the summer and she said it was a place I would enjoy. Raved about how I would get many of the photos that I am looking for," Hope answered with a sweet smile on her lips.

"Really, that's so interesting. I am moving back there to live with my dad, I was born in La Push and lived there for about three years but then my mom left my father and took me with her to live in Arizona. I hope it will be a place you enjoy and come back to," normally I wasn't one to just jump out and say stuff like that but the feelings that she was letting off made me comfortable to do so.

"Me too, I'm looking to get away from Phoenix for a bit, I find it way to hot. Also that there is way too many people for my comfort zone, I grew up in a small town as a little girl," she responded with a look that resembled something very similar to disgust.

We visited for the rest of the flight. I learned that we actually have a lot in common like what movies, TV shows, and books we like to invest in. Our personalities were so similar; it was almost like we had known each other for years, instead of the four hours that we had talked for. I offered a ride to La Push with Charlie and me to her but she said she had someone giving her ride, I hope it wasn't a taxi, those can cost a bit of money. We discussed favorite music and movies the most, being that those were the easiest things to talk about. We both love Bastille and P!NK but absolutely despise screamo type music and both quite enjoy watching movies that may pique our interest at the time. Near the end of our flight we set a date to hang out once we both were settled down in La Push and exchanged numbers so we could keep in touch with each other. When the plane landed I wished goodbye to Hope and went straight to baggage claim and grabbed the two bags I brought on the plane with me. The rest of my luggage had already been sent and should be sitting in my room at my dad's house just waiting for me to unpack and get settled in, to officially be at home. I started out looking around for my dad, and it didn't take long before I heard the all too familiar voice of his saying my name. I sighed a sigh of complete relief and felt giddiness over be close to my father once again.

"Bellsy?" a voice came from behind me in a questioning tone.

I turned and saw my dad standing there with his arms wide open, just calling for me to be nestled in them.

"Daddy!" I screamed before dropping my bags to the floor and running to him at full speed. Many people started out staring with looks of wonder on their faces but that changed quickly into smiles of joy and happiness when they realized what was happening, the reunion of a father with his daughter.

Charlie pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. He's always been so strong; sometimes I wonder how that can be possible when he is 41 years old. Never once through the years of growing up did I ever see him lift any sort of weights, but somehow he is beyond strong. Sometimes I am thankful for the strength but sometimes, like this moment, it can be a tad bit painful to be hugged this hard. After a little amount of time, he let go but kept me at an arm's length. His eyes roamed over me to see the amount of changes that have happened throughout the two years that we haven't seen each other in person.

"Wow Bella, you look amazing," he said after checking me out in the fatherly way. Many people have told me that my father is attractive and I do have to agree but not in the creepy way, just in the way that a daughter notices that her father is good looking and wants him to find someone decent enough to spend the rest of his life with, someone that means so much to him than the woman who hurt him, which unfortunately was my mother, Renée. We looked so much alike some people have asked if we're brother and sister, like one time I had to have been 16, so not completely done growing at the time, we were just walking around Disney Land as one of the trips we took when I got to see him for the summer and someone asked if we were twins and my dad got the reddest cheeks ever and responded with a proud tone in his voice, 'This fine young lady is my daughter thank you very much.' We then proceeded to walk away from the person with their mouth gapping open. It was quite an experience that's for sure. We both have chocolate brown hair and pools of brown eyes full of mischievous looks and the same wide ass smile. For the age that he is he truly does not look old, I have always wondered what he was graced with to always look so young and sometimes, I hope that whatever that gene gets passed down to me as I get older. My mom, though she is still beautiful, has not aged very well, unfortunately her complexion and hair have not faired well with time. He is only one inch taller than me at five feet six inches, but when I was a child it always felt like he was just towering over me when I would get in trouble. But when I wanted someone there to help me, he seemed to be the same height, which I know is impossible but he made me feel like an equal to him, even at a young age.

"You don't look so bad yourself old man!"

"Who are you calling an old man?"

"You that's who," I said through laughter.

"Okay squirt, let's go out to the truck." He suggested while a grin on his face, knowing how I was going to react to the information of having the truck and not the cruiser.

"Yes!" I fist pumped the air with joy, I hated riding in the cruiser it was so embarrassing, always made me feel like he knew what type of shit that I got into with my best guy friend Luca when we would be together. Which had the potential to have either him or I sitting in the back of a cruiser, however I personally have not, Luca on the other hand…

"Are you coming?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming you old man," I laughed a fond laugh.

Once we got out to the truck, dad threw my bags under the tarp in the back and jumped into the driver side with me in the shotgun. We talked about anything and everything on the way home; we wanted to catch up on all things we had missed from being apart for so long. When we got home I took my bags straight upstairs to my room and started unpacking. I had sent all my stuff two weeks ago, thought maybe it would be easier and make it more realistic to Renée that way – make her realize that this is something that I wanted, so it's been sitting in here just waiting to be unpacked. The first thing I unpacked was my iPod dock and the first song that came on once I put my iPod on was Slut Like You by P!NK.

"I'm not a slut, I just love love

Tell me something new

Cause I've heard this

Okay I'll fuck you

A little taste test

You'll be my little friend

You'll be my little friend

You'll be my little friend," I sang along with the lyrics to my most favorite P!NK song.

After the song was done and another song came on – one that I really didn't care for, I went and put all of my toiletries in the single bathroom in the house and made sure everything else was put away in its proper place before I quickly stripped the bed of its purple cotton sheets that Charlie put on. I had a slight obsession with silk sheets and fuzzy blankets, and an excessive amount of pillows on my bed. Once I was finished with my room, I left my laptop and iPod on my bed and ran down the stairs to talk to dad for a bit before starting on supper.

"Hey dad," I said as I sat Indian style on the couch.

"Hey, bud. Do you remember Billy and Jake?" He questioned with a straight face, though he had bit of sadness in his eyes.

"Yeah I remember them it's only been two years, but what about Sarah? What about Billy and Jake, what's wrong with them?" I answered with a layering of confusion lacing my voice.

"Sarah is busy right now. And Billy and Jake are coming for supper, as well as my girlfriend Sue and her kids Seth and Leah Clearwater, Quil Ateara IV, Brady Fuller and Collin Littlesea, Sam and Emily Uley, Jared Cameron and his girlfriend Kim Fuller, Embry Call and Paul Lahote."

"Does that mean I'm basically making a feast?" I halved joked to him, knowing that between the two of us alone we could eat quite a bit as well.

"And some," he laughed, knowing my thought process, I sometimes wondered how Phil and mom fed me, for I was constantly eating.

"Alright," I sighed before continuing, "I am going to go get started then. 5:00 or 5:30?"

"5:30, though some of the boys tend to come late so it's best to be on the safe side."

"Tend too? Anyway okay I'll let you know when supper is ready and hopefully, everyone will be here by then, if not they won't get any food," I said as I stood up and headed to the kitchen but detouring to my room and grabbing my laptop to play some music while I cooked the supper. Oddly it helped me get into the mood; music always seemed to make me feel better and more motivated to do something.

Once I had my laptop settled in the kitchen I went and looked in the freezer and saw only fish for meat. "Yay," I muttered to myself. I just shook my head with a long sigh and grabbed five of the ten packages and got started. After about an hour of cooking, I faintly heard the back door open and close and footsteps. Then a deep rich voice was heard joking with my dad. 'Hmm, must be one of the guys that is coming tonight' I thought to myself.

"Dad who are you talking to!?" I shouted.

"Paul. He's one of the boys I told you about," he said back.

"Oh. Well, supper's just about done, when are the rest coming?" I asked stepping around the corner of the kitchen that went into the living room. I came to the view of a tan skinned chest. This guy only had a pair of cutoffs on. He had to be about 6"5 with short chopped hair and what looked to be the tribe's tattoo, the same one my dad had on his left shoulder. His dark brown eyes matched his hair. We made eye contact and I saw adoration, joy, happiness, and lastly love in his eyes. Wait why is he looking at me with the look of such love? He doesn't even know me.