Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight in any way or form! I am not Stephanie Meyer.

* The name Nicheal is pronounced like Michelle with an N. :) Enjoy. *

R&R

I kept on driving until I got onto the main road where I slowed down nearer to the speed limit. I don't think it would be very impressive for the police chief's daughter to get a ticket. I slowed to a stop at a red light and glanced back in my rear view mirror. Well look who it fucking was; the stupid Cullen's. Great, I should have known you couldn't get away from them in a town this small. I could see them recognize it was me ahead of them while I was looking though the rear view mirror. I could see the blonde one's eyes narrow at the sight of me. I could tell that she wanted more then anything to just hit me. Pft, like to see her try. I could take her, she looks scrawny, absolutely no muscle on her what-so-ever. Whatever, the light turned green, so I hit the gas and speed through the intersection, taking a sharp right into the grocery store's parking lot. I saw the Cullen's drive past the store, heading towards the edge of town.

As I walked through the store picking up things here and there I started thinking about the fact that I had to deal with them again tomorrow. I don't know why, it was only my first day of school here, but I absolutely could not stand them. It was unfathomable, usually I was never this quick to judge somebody, or something. This case was different for some reason, I couldn't stand any of them. Except for maybe Edward, but it's obvious he doesn't like me, he can't even stand to sit next to me. I just wish I knew what I had done for him to detest me so much. Boys. They're so confusing. I headed up to check out and saw the latest issue of Seventeen in the stands. My friends and I back home would always buy the latest copy of magazines and stay up all night just reading them and laughing, the total cliché sleepovers. Seventeen was always my favorite... Damn, I miss them a lot... I got to give Nicheal a call tonight when I get home. I placed all the food onto the counter and on a sudden impulse turned around and set the magazine down next to all the food.

As I headed out to put the groceries into my car I saw a familiar face, Mike frickin' Newton. I hid my face in my truck and peeked around the side of my car to see if he had noticed me, thankfully it didn't look like he had. There wasn't anything in the world that I didn't want to do more then to have a conversation with Mike Newton in the middle of the grocery store's parking lot. Although having a conversation with the Cullen's in the middle of the grocery store's parking lot was a close second at least none of them would try to make a pass at me.

I quickly asserted the distance between me and my car door and contemplated whether or not I would be able to make it without Mike noticing me when one of the store's employees walked up to me.

"G'day ma'am. Are you done with your cart?" the guy asked a little too loudly.

I peeked around the car again and was relieved to see that Mike hadn't noticed.

"Uhm, ya I am. Thanks." I whispered.

"Uh, yeah...you have...a good day ma'am...", he said giving me a look and backing away from me taking the cart.

I looked around the car to see that Mike had his back turned away from me so I took my chance and I ran for the driver's side. I hopped into the car and started it up, thankful that Mike still hadn't noticed a thing. I pulled out from the parking lot relieved that I had avoided that awkward situation when I thought about the employee's face. Waiting for a light to turn green I started giggling like an idiot and couldn't stop. Then I started to think about what I must have looked like whispering and peeking around my car. It was too much, my eyes started watering from all my laughing and I almost didn't see the light turn.

I was still chuckling to myself when I pulled up in my driveway. I didn't see Charlie's police cruiser in the yard so I took it he was still working. I checked my phone, 6:04, figures. It doesn't matter what Charlie's scheduled work hours were, he was always at the station past them. I unlocked the front door and headed into the kitchen to put away all of the food I bought. I quickly finished and grabbed an apple, my magazine then headed up to my room.

I checked my e-mail first. Just a few from some websites and junk mail, along with one from my mum. I sent her a quick reply, just the usual, I was fine, school was fine and that I would tell her if anything major happened. I swear, that woman worried so much. After I finished that I looked at the clock, 6:37. I grabbed my cell phone and sat down on my bed. I dialed in Nicheal's number and leaned back against my bed.

"Hello!" Nicheal's voice yelled though my phones speaker. I flinched and pulled the phone away from my ear a little.

"Hey Shell, it's Bella."

"Bells! How's it going?"

"Oh, to be expected, boring... What's everything like down home?"

"Same old, Ciara and Matt broke up. Same old annoying teachers this year. Nothing new really." Nicheal said.

"Why did they break up this time?"

"Oh, just the norm. They got in another stupid fight."

"How long do you think it's going to last this time?"

"A week, maybe two?" Nicheal said laughing.

"Most likely," I giggled, "So..."

"Yeah..."

"I miss you guys!" I yelled, tired of holding it in. I missed home, even more then I was letting myself admit.

"Oh Bella! I miss you too! But I thought you wanted to move!"

"Well, I did...kind of...sorta," I sighed.

"Bella, why did you move?" Nicheal asked.

"Nicheal, I told you, I could tell Renee and Phil wanted space and-"

"Bella, enough with that bullshit, I knew as soon as you told me that that wasn't the real reason and I want to know now."

Fuck. Nicheal knew me too well, she could read me like a book, I took a deep breath, "Nicheal, I really can't tell you why, I just couldn't stay in California anymore. It wasn't saf- right for me."

"Bella, you obviously unhappy up in Forks! Just come back home!"

"I'm not completely unhappy! I've made a few friends. I'll be fine, I just got a little home sick. It was to be expected. You know what would make me feel better?" I asked.

"What..." said Nicheal.

"If maybe my best friend would fly up to see me for a weekend!"

"You mean it? That would be cool with Charlie?"

"I'm sure he would be fine with it! So you will?"

"Definitely! When do you think I should come up?"

"Well, maybe in like...two weeks? Around then?"

"Alright sure! And you have to make a road trip down to see us some time too!"

My smile faltered, I knew there was no way in hell that I would be going back to California, but for Nicheal's sake I just put on a false bravado and said, "Yeah sure, I could do that." Knowing I was lying to her hurt, I could tell that I would have to lie to her more in the future.

"Yay," Nicheal said, and I could feel the happiness radiating off of her through the phone. Downstairs I heard the front door slam, signaling that Charlie was home.

"Alright Shell, well Charlie just got home so I have to go. I'll run through the plan with him and give you a call or something tomorrow. Alright?"

"Sounds great! Bye Bells!"

"See ya soon Shell."

Happier then I was before the conversation I hurried downstairs to say hello to Charlie and start cooking dinner. I know it was a little late but I didn't want to start until he got home. I quickly cooked up come of the fish he had in the freezer. Probably something him, Billy and Harry caught on one of their fishing trips. I tossed together some Caesar salad and plated it. All in record time, if I do say so myself.

Setting the food down on the table I called Charlie into the kitchen for supper.

"It looks great Bells!" Charlie said as he sat down in his seat.

"Thanks Dad, so how was work today?" I asked.

"Oh, the same, nothing too exciting. How was school?"

"It was good, I met a few nice kids."

"Oh like who?"

"I met this year named Jacob Black, he's in my Biology class."

"Jake! That's Billy Black's boy! You remember Billy don't you."

Now that Charlie mentioned it, it clicked in my head. I don't know why I didn't make the connection earlier.

"Yeah, I do."

"He's a nice kid, Jake is."

"He seemed like it. Listen, I called up Nicheal, my friend from back in California and I was talking to her tonight. Well, I was just wondering if maybe, I don't know, in a couple of week if it would be okay if she came up here for a weekend. I really am missing my friends back home."

"Sure, sure. I don't have a problem with it, but what about her parents? Do they want to buy her flight tickets here and back just for a weekend?"

"Oh it wouldn't be an issue with her parents, they are both lawyers. I'm sure they will be thrilled."

"Okay, well it's fine with me."

"Thanks Dad!" I said, a million times happier now that Charlie had said yes and I would be able to see Nicheal soon.

We finished the meal quickly and silently. I did the dishes afterward by hand, no fancy dishwasher here. Just me. Oh well, luckily I don't mind. I walked into the living room to say good night to Charlie and I found him dozing in his favorite chair.

"Ch-Dad, dad, DAD," I said starting out quietly then getting louder.

"Hmmm, whaa?" Charlie murmured.

"I'm going to bed now, I think you should too." I said.

"Oh, okay. Thanks Bells. Night." he said as he got up and started walking up the stairs. I heard him lay down on his bed and start snoring again instantly.

I just laughed to myself and went up the stairs to my room where I got my bathroom bag. I took a quick shower and went back into my room. I picked out my comfiest pair of sweatpants and a plain tank top then went over to bed. I read a little until my eyelids started to droop. Turning off my light, I snuggled deeper under my covers and waited until the darkness took over.