I apologize for the lack of an update. I have an AP test coming up that I had to study for. Sorry. Also, sorry this chapter is kind of short. At least I actually got a chapter up. I still only own Ian (who isn't in this chapter).
Suze P.O.V.
It took a few moments to regain my composure but, as I did, I registered some things other than the fact that the girl with the dark brown hair had to be Bella. My Bella. The first thing I noticed was that her eyes were locked on mine and they weren't the deep brown I remembered them being; they were a golden color. The next thing I noticed was that the entire Cullen family was incredibly, unbelievably beautiful. The last thing I noticed was that there was a man who looked as if he was in his early to mid-twenties. That had to be Carlisle because, although he looked young, he was obviously the oldest guy there. Before I even said the name, he looked desperate to get out, as if he and his family were in danger. His expression when I said Bella's name was one of shock, but that didn't even last an entire second. After that, he merely looked relieved before glancing back at the girls behind him.
Bella looked slightly curious before expertly masking it. She then said, "How did you know my name?"
What? Doesn't of course I know her name. It isn't like she forgot me; she emailed me this afternoon. What is going on? "We went to camp together, the year before high school."
Carlisle continues looking at Bella, until his phone rings. He looks at the number, then stands up and walks out. We hear one half of the conversation. He walks back into the room and says, "I think we need to leave. My mother is in the hospital."
Bella P.O.V.
The ridiculousness of what Carlisle just said makes me want to burst out laughing. His mother's in the hospital. Yeah, right. His mother was dead three hundred years ago. Although, I understand that this is merely an attempt to allow us to leave before I accidentally reveal my identity. It's amazing how quickly our family catches on to everything everyone else does. No one was on the line; Edward secretly texted Carlisle just so his phone would ring and he could create some excuse why we need to leave. I on the other hand know that this will only solve the problem temporarily. Suze has always been different. I know that the best way to solve this problem completely is to tell the truth. Or at least part of the truth. As in the part that says, yes I was Bella Swan. Suze will understand enough that there shouldn't be too many problems.
"Oh, Carlisle," I say, fast enough that Suze and Jesse won't understand me. "Don't lie. She isn't someone we need to trick in the normal way. Just let me handle this." My family looks at me nervously, then Carlisle nods. "Suze," I say, and Jesse's face sours, as if he doesn't like that nickname. "Don't ask, don't tell, okay?"
She looks at me for a moment then nods.
Suze P.O.V.
"Don't ask, don't tell." She says. I remember the first time she said that; back at camp, when she first caught me talking to that obnoxious ghost. I think it's fair that, since she never asked me about my secret, I don't ask her about hers. I nod.
"Jesse," I say, "Just trust me on this one, if you ask anyone in this family a question they don't want to answer, don't press them for it."
He nods, before saying, "Well, I guess you guys better go. You need to get to your mother, Carlisle."
Bella snorts then says, "No he doesn't. Edward texted him in order to make his phone ring so Carlisle could make up some excuse for us to leave. None of them knew about the don't ask, don't tell pact Suze and I had formed years ago."
He raises his eyebrows, but didn't ask any questions, easily falling into the policy Bella and I held for each other. Then Carlisle says, "I don't believe I've introduce my family to you all. As I said, I am Carlisle, this is my wife Esme," he was holding the hand of a woman, easily the oldest, but not more than twenty six. "My son Emmett, and my daughter Bella," he pointed to a very large, muscular, dark haired boy, then at Bella, "My son Jacob and my daughter Alice," a ridiculously tall Native American boy, and a very short, black haired girl, "My son Jasper and my daughter Rosalie," a blonde boy of about seventeen, and a drop-dead gorgeous girl of approximately the same age, "And my son Edward and my daughter Nessie," A boy of about seventeen, a little over six feet with hair of a strange, bronze-ish tone, and a girl of about seventeen, close to Bella's height, with hair the same color as the boy's. What a strange family Bella now has.
Renesmee glances toward the kitchen at the same time the microwave buzzer goes off. "Time for dinner." I say, and the strangest look crosses the faces of the family opposite me and Jesse.