The night was quite and silent. Paul had finished helping me move my furniture back to its place and then gone to bed early because he needed to be at the station early.

I walked over to my desk and opened my laptop. My printer and laptop had already been all set up and connected thanks to Paul. He also did that right before he went to bed.

I plugged in my pink Sony camera and waited to upload my pictures.

As they flashed by on the screen, I smiled.

Within minutes, my favorites were printed and being put into frames.

It was pitch black outside, with stars shining bright in the sky. I breathed in the outside air from my window and got ready for bed.

Within minutes, I was tucked in my brand new sheets and out sleeping.

I was up the next morning around 9. Skipping down the stairs and into the kitchen, I found another note posted on the fridge.

Went in early, (as you know.)

Be home around 4pm again.

Try and leave a note if you go anywhere plez?

Love you.

Your Brother,

Paul

I posted it back on the fridge, behind the one he left yesterday.

There was a box of cereal in the pantry and some orange juice in the fridge.

So after I was done with my breakfast, I headed upstairs and got out my stuff to make this home actually look like a home.

I was looking all over for pictures to fill for the frames but couldn't find anywhere.

So I pulled out my phone and texted Paul.

Hey, where are some pictures and stuff?

-B

I got a response sooner than I thought. Must be a slow day.

Look in the coat closet. The 1 next 2 the kitchen. They may be in there. But why, what r u looking for?

-P

I responded while walking to the jacket closet.

Just doing some stuff. Thanks!

-B

I found the boxes of photos on the top shelf and went on my tip toes to pull them down.

"Eek!" I squealed.

There was a huge daddy long legs spider crawling on the box.

I dropped the box and ran off to find something to kill it with.

After the gross spider was dead I blew some dust off the box and looked though the pictures.

They started with Paul as a baby and went up from there.

I knew both of his parents died when he was in his teens, which is why there were a lot of missing gaps throughout the years.

Soon, I found was I was looking for. There were bunches of pictures with the rest of the guys and Emily.

I made sure to hang up a little of both, but also saved some frames to hang up when I had photos with them.

After hours of hard work, this place looked like home.

I moved around the furniture and made the kitchen more homely. I even started making dinner.

Everything was almost done and just in time for Paul.

"Hey B! I'm….home." he said, looking at the place.

"Whoa." He said, closing the door and looking all around.

"Hey my brother." I laughed, taking a picture of his face.

He blinked a few times from the flash and then looked at me. "Look at this place. It looks…great."

I let out a sigh of relief. That was my only worry when I was changing up everything.

"Glad you liked it." I smirked.

The oven beeped and I walked into the kitchen.

"You hungry?" I called taking the garlic bread out of the oven, as he set down his stuff.

"Yea, starved." He said walking in the kitchen to sit down.

I put everything on the table and then we started eating.

"Damn B. This is good." He moaned with his mouth full of food.

I laughed a little, taking a sip of my lemonade. "Thanks."

"So how was your day?" I asked him.

"Good." He swallowed. "A little while later after you called, there was a fire by your old man's place."

My headshot up from my spaghetti and I looked at him concerned. "Don't worry, no one was in the house and your pop's place is fine." I let out a sigh of relief and looked at Paul. His stature changed and he looked…angry. "

Sam is going to be looking after it for a while, just till they figure out what happened and stuff."

I gave him a curious look. "The same Sam that took away Jared?"

He nodded, almost trembling. "Yup. Sam Uley." He sneered.

I was stunned at his harshness.

"Who is he exactly? I can look after Charlie's house if it makes you feel better."

His vibrating stopped and he looked at me. "That's nice of you Bella, but its ok. The police are going to handle it."

"So Sam works at the Forks Police station." I concluded.

He sighed and nodded. "Yup. He is a cop."

"How old is he? He can't be that old if he's hanging with Jared right?" I guessed.

Paul set his fork down and looked at me. "He's 22, so I guess he's not too old."

"What's your guy's beef with him anyways? I mean I know he took your friend, but is he really that bad of a guy?"

I felt bad for asking so many questions, but I didn't get it. If he was a cop then wasn't he supposed to be a little nice?

"He went to our high school and was a pretty cool guy. But then one day he just totally dropped off the face of the earth. Then one day, he popped back on the radar. Quit high school and became a cop. Ever since he left he went from a cool guy to a total jackass. It's like he thinks he runs this town."

Paul was shaking again and I didn't know what to do. It was like he didn't even know he was doing that.

I walked to his seat and hugged him.

"Thanks Sis." He said.

I let go and nodded, then stole the last piece of garlic bread off his plate.

"Heyyy." He whined. I laughed and tantalized him with his bread.

"Sucks to be you." I said and walked back to my seat.

His eyes glared and then he stood up and walked over to me.

I swallowed the last bite and looked at him. What was he going to do?

He picked me up, putting me over his shoulder and walked to the living room.

"Paul!" I shouted upside down.

"You big goof. Put me down! I just ate. I'm probably going to go hurl now."

He laughed and swatted my ass.

"Hey!" I protested, lifting myself up a little.

He plopped me on the couch and tickled me.

"Paul...Paul...Stop! Ahahaha….Paul!" I shouted in-between giggles.

"That's for taking my bread." He pointed and got off of me.

I rolled my eyes. "Geez, a girl takes one little piece of bread and this is what she gets."

"Damn straight." He said while I giggled.

He patted my leg and got up off the couch. "Stay here, I will clean up. You did enough today."

I smiled at him as he walked out of the room.

My eyes were closed and I felt peaceful just lying on the couch.

Suddenly there was a huge bang and I heard plates and silverware falling.

Pushing myself up, I went to see what was wrong.

Paul was now kneeling on the floor; plates, silverware, and cups were splattered all over the floor.

I bent down and helped him pick up everything.

"What were you doing?" I asked incredulous. He made a huge mess.

"Trying to take the plates to the sink." He muttered, not very happy.

I let out a small chuckle. "Hey Paul, Piece of advice from your sister. Don't quit your day job...a-" A piece of spaghetti was thrown at my face and I ate it laughing at his embarrassment. "-and don't ever become a waiter."

He threw more food at me, which I threw back. Soon we were full out having a food fight.

The kitchen table was turned sideways, as a shield, to hide me; while Paul was using the refrigerator door.

The extra pots of spaghetti noodles and sauce were now being used ammo.

"Give up." Paul commanded as he stuck his head out from the side of the fridge.

"Never!" I shouted back, quickly ducking as a clump of spaghetti came flying at me.

It hit the window with a thud and I found Jake looking inside with a raised eyebrow.

He continued to walk to the door and I knew what I had to do.

I grabbed my clump of spaghetti and got ready to throw it at him before running to Jake.

The front door began to open, and Paul was distracted enough not to see my spaghetti clump coming.

"Ahhh!" I yelled as I threw it and ran.

It hit Paul directly in the face.

"Hey Jake." I said, watching Paul wipe off the spaghetti.

"Oh, you're in for it now B." he growled getting a mush of spaghetti ready for me.

"Hey?" he said quite confused.

Paul was silent. Too silent. I turned to see the lump of spaghetti coming for me.

I screamed and hid behind Jake. I pushed him so he was covering most of me and heard a smack.

I looked over to him and found the spaghetti had hit him square in the chest.

Jake was in this now.

"Run!" I yelled and took his hand over to my fort.

Paul was throwing the food like crazy and Jake and I were getting pretty messy.

I slid on some sauced noodles and went flying backwards. I hit Jake who also went back flying with me.

"Ooof." I called, loosing my breath.

"You ok Bella? Jake?" Paul called from behind the fridge.

"Yea." I panted and looking over to Jake. He was trying to catch his breath and looking at me.

"Welcome to the McGrath home." I smiled.

Jake's eyes widened and I was too slow. I shut my eyes as something flew towards me. It hit me square in the forehead. Bull's-eye. I muttered to myself.

I looked down to see a carrot lying right next to my face.

"A carrot, really?" I asked as he stuck his head out of the fridge.

Another clump of spaghetti came flying at us and we quickly pulled ourselves up, hiding behind the table.

"Well it was in the salad." He laughed.

"Ugh, I'm not cooking food anymore." I groaned.

The boys laughed and we continued our fight. We both ended up running out of food and calling a draw.

"You both look like you just swam in the dumpster." Paul laughed. I looked at Jake and he looked at me. We had spaghetti all in our hair and some were stuck in our shirt. Some of the noodles were lying on his shoulder, all saucy and sticky.

We tuned back to Paul and he didn't look much better. "Hey, you don't look to much better." I told him, patting his shoulder.

He stopped laughing and rolled his eyes.

We cleaned the kitchen for awhile. Jake left in the middle of it, saying he was just supposed to be checking up on everything.

I yawned as we washed the floor and Paul looked at me.

"Go take a shower and head to bed. I can finish up here."

"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling my eyes droop a little.

"Yea, I can handle it."

I nodded, getting up from the floor and walking upstairs.

I grabbed my toiletries and towels and went for the bathroom.

Spaghetti noodles were all over me; my shoulders, arms, head, hair and legs.

I pulled some of them off, dumping them in the trash and turning on the shower.

My clothes were also covered in tomato sauce. So I stripped them off and stuck them in the sink, reminding myself to wash them later.

The warm beads of water hit my skin as I stood in the shower.

It felt nice and calming.

Tiredness began to hit me so I hurried up and washed my hair and body.

Stepping out of the shower, I felt the cold air hit my skin and give me goosebumps. I changed in my bedroom and tucked myself into bed, waiting for another day to come.