I don't own Twilight

The rolling suitcase made a continuing click click click on the tiled floor as I moved through the crowded airport juggling my oversized handbag on my shoulder.

I was utterly lost, things just blurring together as I passed them over and over again. Relief came with a short, tanned woman.

"Excuse me miss where is exit B? I asked, holding up the crumpled map.

She licked her lips before answering.

"Right pass the bathrooms over there."

I thanked her, still shuddering as she continued to spread spit over her dry chapped lips.

Spit which would dry up over her lips and become a googy mess.

Eww.

Stepping outside, I was greeted with smoke, dry air and surprisingly…more smoke.

Lovely

I jumped a little as I felt my phone vibrate in my pockets.

I looked around, only noticing a few cars pass here and there.

I flipped it open; grimacing when I saw it was from Renee. She had stopped being my mother a long time ago.

"Did u reach ok?"

Like she cared.

I quickly deleted the message, flipping the phone close as I looked around again. Port Angeles could be a beautiful city if you ignored the smog and irritating peeping noises that seemed to just pop out of nowhere every now and again.

The peeping people were no better, some talking noisily on the phone, others yelling and screaming about some other's business and then laughing that 'Oh how could she do that' hacking laugh.

As I mentioned before, lovely.

Suddenly a little girl ran out, her parents on her heels.

"I wanna go now daddyyyyyyyy!"

She waved her sweater clad arms just for emphasis and I frowned as I watched her.

What was with the children today? Was etiquette too much to ask for?

She must have noticed my staring because her head quickly whipped over to me, causing her pony tail to smack her in the face.

I might have laughed internally.

She stared at me for a long time and I had to look down just to make sure none of that god- awful airplane soda had spilled on my polo shirt. Seeing nothing I quickly looked at my khaki pants and brand new tennis shoes my mom had brought me as an 'apology'.

Noticing nothing I looked back up at her, playing her little 'stare at the stranger' game.

Ironically when I returned her staring she whipped her head back to her mother, who had taken a seat on the bench next to me.

"Mama, is that a boy or girl?"

I was full on glaring at the bratty five year old by now, silently plotting her demise.

"Come over her Madison!" her father yelled "Away from that freak"

I still heard him even though he whisper – yelled it under his breath.

It was sad that I felt no kind of emotions towards it, the same saying could get bored pretty quick.

"Takes one to know one" I sang aloud, smirking when the man returned my glare.

Luckily, his response was drowned out by that same continuous peeping noise, only this one was closer.

A police cruiser pulled up, its light flashing blue and red.

I about died a little on the spot. Especially when Charlie, at least I think it was Charlie, stepped out wearing his police uniform.

He looked a little happier from the last time he visited around Christmas time. His brown eyes, the exact color as mine, had a little more shine to them and his beer belly had been deflated.

"Dad". I whispered under my breath as I got up.

"Hi Bells, missed you kid" He engulfed me in one of those 'I missed you' hugs, squeezing tight, before releasing me.

"I missed you too Dad." I grinned a little when his eyes brightened. It wasn't a lie either; I had missed my dad over these past few years, only seeing his face on the rare holidays and birthday parties. It wasn't his fault though, he was a common man, didn't like being anywhere away from his rainy little town Forks. A place I had been exiled to for my last year of senior high.

Apparently I was too much of an 'embarrassment' for my mother's new fiancé Phil.

Fuck both of them.

I hardly noticed when Charlie took my bags and popped them in the car, before opening the passenger seat.

"I know it's not you'll kids style these days but it's my baby"

He must have noticed my frowning/glaring face.

"It's okay dad, thanks for picking me up." I made sure add a little extra 'happiness' in my smile as I turned to him.

The car ride home was mostly silent, except for a few 'Your hair grew longer' 'I see you lost a few pounds' comments. It was always like this with Charlie.

And I liked it…because no matter what I did he never judged.

If it was Renee she would probably be blowing a gasket at my 'masculine' attire. For example the dog tag hanging around my neck should be a sparkly chain holding a sparkling flower or angel.

Yeah…no.

Charlie had taken these things in stride. I was glad at least one parent accepting that I was ever and will forever be different.

At least one parent accepted what I was and just lived with it instead of around it.

I sighed as I noticed the road thinning out and the green bleakness of Forks approach, surrounding my already confused life. The rain added for dramatic effect, sounding like bullets hitting the car's roof.

"Come on Bells, it's not THAT bad."

Charlie laughed as I turned my bleak eyes on him. I was always one for dramatics. A thing Charlie found funny as he laughed that belly laugh that suggested too many burgers and not enough veggies.

At least he would be well feed with me around.

"Well here we are." He said.

I sighed again as we pulled up into a yard that had greeted me ever since I was able to walk. The little slide was still in the corner of the yard, looking eight times worn. The window sills were the same color, white, only the house itself looking different with a nice brown finish instead of that awful puke yellow I remembered.

"I like the color."

For some reason Charlie blushed as he lifted my suitcase out of the trunk.

Only doing an odd grunt as he led me inside.

I think my heart stopped beating for half a second before a fifty watt smile greeted my face.

I looked at my father's head as he walked, the grays looking far and in between instead of that big 'patch' he had never dared to speak of during my last visit.

"So…who is she?" I asked casually as we reached my room, nothing looking different, except for a desk and brand new computer sitting in the center of it.

"Wha-What?" he stammered a little as his face turned vibrant red.

At least I know where I got that from.

"Come on Dad, you think I didn't notice all the pictures of mom gone PLUS might I add the repainted cupboards."

Whoever this woman was had more taste than Renee ever would. I mean what was she thinking when she had painted the kitchen cupboards yellow of all things. I thanked Charlie's new girlfriend for the nice brown shine.

"Sue" he whispered, his eyes still looking anywhere but my face "Her name is Sue."

The man about chocked on his own tongue when I kissed his cheek.

"Love you dad."

I think I stunned for a minute because he stood there awkwardly, his mouth agape, catching flies. I didn't blame him though, from a child I had never really been one for physical contact, Renee blaming my extra 'part' as usual for my 'defectiveness'.

"Umm…love you too Bella."

I couldn't help but laugh as the man rushed out the door, his cheeks still as red as a cherry.

Charlie left me alone while I unpacked my things. That was what I liked about him; he never hovered unlike Renee who would have probably been picking through my suitcases to throw out the undesirables.

To spite her more I might have brought an extra pair of boxers before packing.

What she didn't understand was that the extra 'part' as she referred to it, took up a lot of space and was NOT content in just a pair of panties. Living with her had been hell to say the least, down there never feeling quite right until I had hit thirteen and had enough money from babysitting to buy some decent underwear. I mean if I could accept it, why couldn't she?

I wasn't even going to start talking about puberty….

Before I knew it I was finished unpacking – it was mostly basketball shorts and polo and button down shirts anyway with a few pairs of tank tops and tee shirts.

I was just stowing the empty suitcase in the closet when Charlie called.

"Bells, pizza is here."

Just in time as my stomach growled at me.

In two point three minutes I was in the front room, leaning back in the comfortably worn soft, moaning in pleasure.

"You know the Seahawks are gonna lose this year right?" I asked when I allowed myself to surface for air, watching Lee Ryons lose the ball for the second time during the first quarter.

"If you want to live I suggest you shut up"

His laughing eyes betrayed the serious tone he was going for and I laughed.

"You know its true old man."

After a series of insults, a flying pizza and some bets we came to the mutual understanding that this issue would be solved on super bowl Sunday.

I truly loved my father in that moment.

It was nearing five o clock by the time the game came to an end. As I looked outside I even caught a few early stars glinting.

"I hope you know this is the last time you'll be eating this in a long time." I said as I stowed the leftover pizza in the fridge, laughing when I noticed the longing look he gave the box.

"Yeah" like the smart man I knew he was he quickly agreed with me.

"I'm going to pack my bag." I said, my first day as a senior starting eight in the morning.

I groaned just thinking about it, more 'more than friendly' girls hanging off my shoulders, more insults being hurled at my back, more high school drama.

Oh the agony.

"Jake and Billy are coming over later."

I nodded as I made my way upstairs, Jake, my dad's best friend son, had been my friend as long as I could remember, I could still recall sharing baths with him when I was four, the time when Renee wasn't there to put in her two cents.

He had never treated me differently, always acting his cool and funny self.

I would never forget the time we mud wrestled in the dirt when our fathers had turned their backs. Safe to say we got grounded that day.

I think I would have eventually fallen in love with him if he didn't have a dick.

As I stuffed my pens inside my schoolbag I couldn't help but try to visual how he might look. His hair was black and long, his skin was tan, common since he was Native America and his eyes steel grey.

In one word he was cute, which was so not my style.

Bored with nothing else to do, I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. Remembering the past few months with Renee, a thing that was hazardous in itself. Mr. Phillip Muston had entered our lives with no warning. A little league baseball player seemed to make Renee go gag a, it was disgusting now that I thought about it. Who abandoned their child for some wanna be baseball player, especially one who was ten years younger than her but looked twenty years older.

As I said before disgusting.

Eventually, as my lonely nights passed with me fending for myself, she brought him home one day to meet me. Let's just say first impressions weren't exactly entertaining.

I was half asleep when she had pulled up, one in the morning, with this drunken hippie hanging off his shoulder.

The first thing out of his mouth had stirred me deep, deep enough for me to slap him across the face. I blamed my sleep induced hormones.

Who walks into someone else's house asking "Renee I didn't know you had a son?"

Even though, might I add, she had mentioned me countless times during their relationship.

I admit I was wearing a pair of boxers and a tee but a lot of girls where them for pajamas, so after the initial confusion I had a betraying realization. Renee had told him…

And it stung…a lot.

Enough to get me kicked out of the house three months later for bad 'conduct.'

"Bella, Jake's here!"

I didn't even hear the car pull in.

I hurriedly rushed down the stairs, speeding myself into a solid wall. It felt like running into a freight train naked, total annihilation. I hope my nose wasn't bleeding.

"What in the hell?" I groaned as I rubbed my head, looking up.

The grey eyes was the only thing that was familiar, gone was the long hair, now cut short, gone was the baby fat, now replaced with muscles and abs.

"Is that you Jacob?" I might have sounded awed when really I was kind of freaked out. I admit I hadn't seen him in the past five years but this transformation was ridiculous.

"Belly Bells!" he laughed as he bumped fists with me, knowing the whole crush hug thing wasn't exactly my style, not to mention with those hug muscles I would surely be crushed.

"How you been?" he asked, his grey eyes looking over me "You got taller."

"Like you're one to talk" I finally regained function of my mouth, though I might have sounded a little shrill "You know steroids are bad for you right?"

He laughed me off, rustling my shoulder length hair, talking about how he's been going to the gym with some friends. That's how we spent the next hour as our father's talked in the living room, catching up.

Surprisingly enough, he had gotten a girlfriend, a young woman by the name of Leah Clearwater. Apparently she was 'super cute' his words not mine, though from the picture he showed me in his wallet I had to admit she was nice looking, enough meat in the thighs not to look like a walking stick. Not to mention her chest, completely bitable.

"Hey!" Jacob withdrew the picture from my hands "Stop ogling my girl"

"I was appreciating the view." I teased him, because though she was something to look at with blond hair and once again those succulent thighs, she wasn't my style.

She was too damned tall.

She was at least six feet, a well match for Jacob who looked to be six feet five.

Both of them towered over my measly five feet six.

I cursed both of them in my mind.

"It was nice seeing you again Bells." Jacob waved as they made it to the door; the hours had passed so quickly.

"Yeah, see you soon."

It was like that did I smile a little bit; life in Forks might not be so bad after all.

A/N Alice in the next chapter. Yeah. This is my first "futanari" story ever so please be kind. Also they are all human.

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