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I also hope ya'll are enjoying the story. This chapter is pretty much broken into two parts. This is part 1, which is in Mike's PoV. The next is in Bella's PoV.

(Mike's PoV)

The day after the whole hospital fiasco, I woke up at about 11:30. That was pretty late for me considering I usually automatically woke up at 9. But even though I got in a few extra hours, I was still dead tired.

The first thought in my head that day was about Bella. My second thought was wondering about the crack in the plaster on my ceiling, but that's beside the point.

How was she going to complete the homework oh so greatly bestowed upon us? I smirked. I may as well bring her truck back, considering it was technically my fault she had to go to the hospital and leave her truck at the school anyways.

I groaned and got out of bed. I threw on some grey sports sweatpants and a white wife beater. Not the most attractive thing, but whatever. I ran a few fingers through my bed-head and retrieved my phone from my jacket that had been thrown over a chair in my room.

I sent a text to Tyler asking him to meet me outside during lunch block. I ran downstairs and popped my head in the food closet to my right. Looking over the well-stocked shelves, I grabbed a box of pop tarts and tucked it under my arm as I closed the door. I snatched my keys from a hook on the wall and walked out the front door into the damp, Fork's original rain-weather.

I drove to the high school while cramming pop tarts into my mouth whole. I felt like Bella while she ate that blueberry muffin. I could just picture her making NOM NOM NOM sounds right back at me for payback of my doing them before. I chuckled through my mouthful of pop tarts. Right as I pulled into the school, I managed to swallow all of it and throw the box on the floor in the back. I'd get it later.

I saw Crowley leaning against the entrance and drove right up to the front. I got out and, with a quick flick of my wrist, tossed him my keys.

Like a panther, Tyler caught them equally as fast. He gave me a questioning expression. "What's the game plan, Newton?"

"We're dropping off Swan's truck and then dropping you off back here. I'm skipping today. I had a long night." To further emphasize this fact, I yawned.

Crowley wiggled his eyebrow suggestively, and to mess with him, I smirked and winked. He looked rather taken aback. I knew I would get flack for this later, but right now, it was pretty much worth it.

"Did you get lucky?" Tyler asked, looking fairly amused.

"It depends on your definition of lucky." I wiggled my eyebrows back at him and turned. I walked towards Bella's truck and I took a quick glance back about halfway there. Crowley had dropped his jaw and was staring at me in mock amazement.

I smirked to myself and got inside Bella's truck.

When I turned the key, which was thankfully still in the ignition, the old red piece of crap roared to life so loudly that I jumped about 2 feet. No safe-running vehicle sounded like a constipated abominable snowman. I pondered crashing and totaling the damn thing so that Bella would actually have to get a safe car. I would even pay for it myself, as long as she was safe…

Wait, what the hell was I thinking? I met the girl yesterday, and I am already thinking of providing for her? I think I have problems….

I hit myself in the face with the heel of my palm as I pulled out of the school's parking lot, Crowley in my car right behind me. I turned onto the highway and had to coax the car with soothing words to push it to the minimum speed limit. I swear, this thing is a frigging rust bucket. I hoped that I would be able to even get the damn truck to her house!

Lucky for me, and probably unfortunately for Bella, the truck made it there in one or less pieces. I parked it in her driveway and Tyler pulled up to the curb behind me. I grabbed her keys and her bag and walked right up to the front door, wondering whether or not Bella would make an appearance. She was probably still sleeping, so I hoped that I wouldn't wake her up. I knocked as lightly as I could.

I wasn't necessarily surprised when Chief Swan opened the door. He looked surprised to see me, but not displeased, which was a good thing. We hadn't seen each other in a while. We had some… History, if you could even call it that.

"Hi Mike. I see you dropped off Bella's truck. Thank you for doing that." He then shifted his weight and looked slightly uncomfortable when he said, "I'm very sure that she'll certainly appreciate it."

Well, that's a bit awkward….

"Uhh, here's her backpack and her keys, Chief Swan." I handed the items over to him. "I didn't want Bella to miss out on any of that good ole' fashion homework that's due Monday."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Okay, punk. Also, Thanks for bringing her home last night. I was on a shift, so I obviously couldn't."

"You're going to work yourself to death Chief Swan." I said.

He shrugged slightly and nodded in compliance. "It's certainly starting to look that way, kid."

There were a couple seconds of silence before I decided to change the subject. "Um, Chief Swan, because I know that Bella can't drive due to her concussion, and I was wondering if you would like me to drive her to and from school. If that's okay with you, of course. Sir." I threw that 'Sir' in there just for good measure.

"Uh, that will be fine Mike. Just make sure that you," Charlie cleared his throat. Oh, here came the 'treat my daughter with the upmost respect speech'. "Treat my daughter with respect and," Charlie narrowed his eyes at me, "absolutely no funny business." He had made certain to punctuate those last four words as clearly and as apparent as possible.

I stiffened and replied, "Of course, Sir. I would never intentionally impose any kind of harm upon your daughter."

Charlie, sensing my tension, straightened himself up to his full potential height and said, "Good. Let's keep it that way."

Well played, Charlie, well played.

"I need to go drop Tyler Crowley off back at the school. I'll see you around, Chief Swan."

"Okay, see you around, kiddo."

I turned around and started walking back towards my car. I heard Charlie holler behind me right before he closed the door.

"Stay out of trouble!"

I smiled and got into the passenger-side seat of my car. I turned to Crowley and said, "Kick it."

The tires squealed on the pavement and I laughed, just picturing Charlie's expression as we sped away from the house.

Once I had dropped of Crowley and had asked him to bring me the homework at one point before Monday, I sped home listening to Weird Al Yankovic's "White and Nerdy."

Once I got back, I was the only one home considering both of my parents were working at the sports-equipment store. So I tossed my keys on the kitchen table and made myself a bowl of popcorn. While the brown bag of crunchy, buttery-goodness rotated in the microwave for three minutes, I looked through my DVD's and found the best one with the most perfect theme of today. I grabbed the disc, walked in the kitchen and retrieved my bag of popcorn, and went into the living room. I stuck the disc into my DVD player and plopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, opened my bag of popcorn and jammed a fist-full of it into my mouth, and thus began to watch Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Bom-bom, Chika-Chikaaaah…

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