"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in Port Angeles in a few moments," the pilot announced over the loud speaker.
Glancing away from the window and looking towards the front of the small plane Bella and I were in, I stretched my sore, tight muscles as I groaned in relief.
"Thank goodness," I said to myself.
Bella repeated my movements as she uttered, "I don't like flying."
Once the plane landed and the pilot said we could get off, we all filed down the steps provided and walked onto the asphalt.
I followed Bella as she led me to Charlie and his police cruiser.
"Hey dad," Bella greeted him, giving him an awkward hug as I stood back a few feet, still in shock.
"It's good to see you, Bells," he told her, a smile on his face.
He pulled out of the hug, and for the first time since the accident seventeen years ago, he looked at me.
"Ivy?" my dad whispered softly, his voice catching a bit. Charlie was not an emotional person, according to Bella. But then, I had never really believed Bella.
"Hi, dad," I uttered back, smiling.
"You look so grown up," he stated. "Like a young woman. In fact…you look just like your mom when she was your age."
"Yeah, I get that sometimes," I mentioned, shyly, remembering my grandma telling me that before she died.
Charlie held his arms out to me, and not a second later I was in them.
There was nothing awkward in this hug.
The next hour of driving involved me telling Charlie everything about me I couldn't put in my letters: things about school, my two friends that I had, and everything else I could think of.
Soon, Charlie pulled up into the driveway of our new house (which I already loved)…where I saw a red pickup truck in the driveway too.
"Whose truck is that?" I asked, curiously. "It's a nice truck."
"I'm glad you like it," Charlie said, happily, "because I got it for you."
I looked at him in shock as he gave me a soft smile.
"For me?" I uttered. He nodded.
"Oh, that's just freaking wonderful!" Bella exclaimed furiously from the back seat. "First, a piano. Now a truck. What's next, a swimming pool?"
"Bella, if you want the truck, you can have it," I told her, my tone sad. I didn't want to give it up. But knowing Bella, she'd pout until she got what she wanted. Besides, I didn't need a car. I was in a new place, that I loved already.
Bella just snorted, and grumbled, "Whatever."
Charlie led us inside, and I took in the surroundings of my new home. He had a picture of my mom and me when I was just a few months old up on the wall, which I stopped to gaze at it. He led Bella up to her room first, and then he came back downstairs.
"You and Bella used to share the room upstairs," Charlie told me as he led me down an added hallway. "I figured that since you're both older now, you wouldn't want to share. So, I had this room built for you."
When we came upon the oak door, Charlie turned the knob and pushed the door open.
As I walked in, a canopy bed was the first thing I saw. The top was white and the comforter was black. A black painted dresser was on the right side of it and a matching nightstand was on the left. The carpet was a blackish blue and the walls were a pale peacock blue. Near the left wall was a slightly worn piano. I dropped my things lightly on the floor.
"It's…beautiful," I whispered in awe. "The bed, the piano, the room, this town, everything is just…beautiful." Looking at Charlie, who watched me with a wide smile, I uttered softly, "Thank you so much, dad."
He nodded, and then ordered, "Play me something on the piano."
I grinned, and walked over to my new piano, sitting on the small bench. I placed my foot on one of the pedals and started to play. I sang along to the melody.
I've heard
That you're settled down
That you've found the girl
And you're married now
I've heard
That your dreams came true
Guess she gave you things
I didn't give to you
Old friend
Why're you so shy?
It ain't like you to hold back
Or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away
I couldn't fight it
I'd hoped you'd see my face
And that you'd be reminded
That for me
It isn't over
Never mind I'll find
Someone like you
I wish nothing but the best
For you
Don't forget me
I beg
I remember you said
Sometimes it lasts in love
And sometimes it hurts instead.
I finished with a final chord, and then looked at Charlie, who watched me in awe.
"You wrote that?" he uttered softly.
"It's called 'Someone Like You,'" I answered, nodding once. Moving my green eyes over the piano once and then glancing back at him, I told him, "I'm practicing for Julliard. I've been saving all the money I can. I just hope I can save enough by the end of my senior year."
"Wow, Julliard?" Charlie enthused, his brown eyes wide.
"Yeah, I know," I gushed, pushing back a strand of brown hair shyly. "I got early acceptance, so I don't have to worry about getting in."
"My own daughter, going to Julliard," Charlie said, grinning. After a moment or two, he stated, "Well, I'm going to check on your sister and then make supper for the both of you." Then, with another smile, he exited the room, leaving me to my thoughts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters. The song is actually by Adele. The characters are Stephenie Meyer's. If I owned either, I'd be stinking rich. So, how was it? Anything I can add? Anything I should take out? Reviewing makes all stories better (unless no one listens). I was very happy by the response I had after publishing the first chapter. In fact my reaction was: O.O. Yeah, so please continue wowing me. I'll publish more when I can. Happy reading.