DISCLAIMER: These beautiful characters unfortunately do not belong to me. They belong to the fantastic Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing around with them….and using them for my own pleasure.

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A/N: Just a heads up that Edward will be AWOL for the next few chapters. Also, the next couple chapters are just going to be fill in chappies, so don't expect anything too exciting. LOL.

Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Six - Scary Pixie

BPOV

As soon as I was in my car, making my way to Forks, I regretted the decision I'd made to leave without saying goodbye to Anthony. I was internally kicking myself for being such an idiot. I'm so stupid and inconsiderate. I'd hate to think what he thought of me now.

But I shouldn't worry myself with those thoughts anymore. I was never going to see him again, so it didn't matter what he thought of me. He was just a guy. There were plenty more men out there.

I mean, what did it matter if he was the most beautiful man id ever seen, or that he looked at me like no man had ever before, or that the pleasure he'd given me was the greatest id ever received.

God, I'm kidding myself. I'm a fool. Stupid. Stupid.

But, it didn't matter anymore. What's done is done. I'd had a one night stand. Big whoop. People had them everyday. I needed to get over it and just put it behind me as though it never happened.

And more importantly; forget about Anthony. The green eyed god. Forget him.

Easy. Right?

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The moment I pulled out the front of my fathers home, he was out the door and running towards me. He'd reached my car even before I'd had the chance the open my door. I wouldn't be surprised if my dad had been standing at his front window for the last few hours watching and waiting for me to pull up.

"Isabella," he cried happily as he practically ripped me from the car and pulled me into a warm hug. He always did give great hugs.

It had been well over six months since the last time I'd seen him, which was when he'd come to San Francisco for one of his yearly visits. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was just as excited as he was to see each other again. He, along with my mother, was my best friend. Charlie and I were very similar, and I think that's why we got on so well. Where Renee was hyper and totally out-there, my dad was quiet and reserved. I'd picked up his traits.

"Hey, dad. I missed you so much," I told him as I tightened the embrace.

"I'm so glad you're here Bells," Charlie said to me as he pulled away and smiled down at me. "Its going to be great having you here for Thanksgiving and Christmas," he added.

"So you've definitely got those days off work ?" I asked him as I grabbed my purse from the car and shut the door.

"Of course, my girl is here." he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me towards the house. "Besides, I'm not going to miss out on the two best feeds I'll probably ever have," he then laughed.

"Ah, I see," I mocked anger. "You brought me all the way out here, just so I could cook for you," I teased.

"Caught me out Bells. You caught me out," dad chuckled. "But hey, you cant blame me; you're a great cook, and you make the best cherry pie in America," he praised me.

"What? Just in America? Not the whole world?" I pouted.

Charlie laughed at me. "Oh, Izzie Lizard, you know you're the best," he teased me with my childhood nickname.

He really was the only person who could get away with calling me that now.

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After a quick bite to eat, my dad helped me unpack my car and set up the room he'd cleaned up for me. It was only a small room, but it felt warm and homely. I liked it.

After I was all done, I went downstairs and found my father in front of the Television watching a football game. I laughed at him. Some things never changed.

I decided then I wanted to make a nice dinner for him, so I headed to the kitchen to look through his kitchen cupboards. I was surprised to find them pretty empty. He must have heard me rustling around, because he soon joined me.

"I forgot to tell you we'd need to make a trip to the grocery store," he leaned against the fridge.

"You think?" I rolled my eyes. "What have you been eating? Thin air?" I said sarcastically.

"Um, well sometimes I go to the diner in town," my father lifted his hand and scratched behind his ear nervously. "Sometimes, I go and eat with Harry Clearwater and his wife Sue. Som…," he rambled on, but I decided to cut him off.

This was why I felt so bad about leaving my father alone. The man just didn't know how to take care of himself properly.

"Dad, I want to wring your neck," I growled.

I grabbed my purse, pulled on a jacket and pushed my father out of the house. He lead me to his police cruiser, and we drove to the Grocery store in silence. He knew I had a temper and probably didn't want to aggravate it by trying to get himself out of my bad books.

When we got out of the cruiser, I put a hand on his shoulder and turned him towards me.

"Dad, I'm not mad at you okay," I told him. "I guess I'm more mad at myself. I get angry when I think of you being alone and not having me around to take care of you. I should be there all the time; I'm your daughter. But I just up and left you," I explained.

"Bella, you're a grown woman, and have your own life to live. I don't and never have expected you to drop everything just so you can look after your old man," he let out a little laugh. "I'm doing fine anyway. I don't need a babysitter, and I'm not that old or senile yet," he joked.

"Come on dad," I pulled on his arm. "Lets go buy a shit load of food," we headed into the store.

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We were walking down the last aisle when I heard a loud and excited shriek. I looked up and spotted a young woman about my age, waving happily at me and my dad. I could hear Charlie muffling a laugh under his breath.

"Who is that?" I asked him.

"That is Alice Cullen. She's been looking forward to meeting you," he started to explain. "She's the daughter of a local doctor, and she is a very charming young lady. I thought you might need some female company while your were here, and I mentioned you to her. You will like her a lot," he continued.

I didn't know whether to be pleased or pissed. On one hand, I felt as though he'd already pawned me off so that he wouldn't have to worry about me, but on the other, I felt glad that he was considerate enough to go out of his way to do something nice like that for me.

I didn't have enough time to talk to my dad about it, because said girl was practically skipping down the aisle towards us.

She was a cute girl, and very tiny. She reminded me of a little pixie or a fairy. She had the cutest little hairstyle; short dark hair that spiked out in all directions. And lets not forget her amazing sense of fashion. The girl looked like she had walked straight out of a magazine or a catalogue.

"Bella," she squealed as she lunged at me; pulling into a tight squeeze. I was taken aback. She was friendly.

"I'm Alice Cullen," she spoke. "I've heard so much about you from your dad, and I've been anticipating your arrival," she rambled on.

I looked up at my father with widened eyes, hoping he'd get a fair idea of what I wanted, but couldn't, say. What have you got me in to?

I quickly looked back at the pixie, to find her still in a tirade. She was jabbering on about something, and I started to feel a little guilty because I hadn't really been paying much attention to what she was saying.

"I just know we are going to become best friends while you are here, and I guarantee that by the end of the two months, you are going to be begging us to let you stay here in Forks with us," Alice grinned up at me.

I started to laugh. Yea right as if that was going to happen. But me being me, I didn't want to hurt the poor girls feelings. "Okay," I smiled.

"Okay great," Alice clapped her hands together. "Well, I will let you two get back to your groceries, and Bella, I will be by at nice o'clock tomorrow morning to pick you up," she held her head high.

"Um, why?" I must have looked very confused. What could this girl possibly want to do at nine am in the morning.

"We're going shopping in Port Angeles of course," her smile was extremely bright.

I flinched. I wasn't big on shopping. "I'm not really a shopper Alice," I said as nicely as I possibly could.

"Bella, sweetie," Alice's smile didn't move an inch. "I never take no for an answer, and one day you will come to respect that," she told me.

I really couldn't speak. This girl was tough. She even frightened me a little. "Sure," I managed to say.

"Great, I'll see you then," she waved before giving Charlie the same. "Bye Chief".

"Oh my god. Is that like the devil in the body of an angel?" I groaned.

"Like she said Bella; one day, you, like the rest of us, will come to respect what she says," my father laughed.

I didn't know what to say, so I just snatched the trolley away from my fathers grasp, and lurched off down the aisle, throwing random items into the almost full trolley.

The next two months were going to be long.

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Please R/R.

I might try and get an Alice and probably even an Esme POV in somewhere over the next couple of chapters. Just so we're not stuck with Bella the whole time.