Bella POV

The flight from Seattle to Port Angeles was very uneventful and I nearly drifted off to sleep twice, but the thought of meeting my dad again after so many years always worked to wake me up. I truly began to panic a little, when I grabbed my suitcase and began scanning the small hall of the airport for my father.

A gruff voice suddenly called my name and when I turned in that direction I saw a middle aged man in his police uniform, who was nervously smoothing down his mustache. My dad hadn't really aged that much since I last saw him and he still was as awkward as I was when in an uncomfortable situation.

I quickly made my way towards him to avoid being noticed by anyone else and soon found myself pulled in an awkward hug.

„I'm happy to see you again Bella. I hope the flight was good? "

„Yeah, don't worry Char-dad. The flight was okay. "

He nodded and pretended like he didn't hear my little slip-up. My mom always referred to him as Charlie and so I kind of picked that habit up too. When around him though that might not be the best idea, he was after all my dad and I know he was trying very hard to live up to my expectations.

The ride in the police cruiser was mostly quiet, I only asked how his work was going and when I would have to start school – which he told me would be next Monday, which again meant in two days – and he just asked in return if I would be okay with eating at the diner, since he couldn't really cook.

When we finally passed a sign that read Welcome to Forks I felt relieved, the tiredness of the flight began to kick in and I was pretty sure, that I would go straight to bed after dinner.

The small diner my father took me to was owned by an elderly but very nice couple that seemed to remember me from when I used to visit Charlie over the holidays as a small child. It was a little awkward to say the least, when the man told me what my favorite dessert used to be. Thankfully Charlie asked him to give us some space, so that we could catch up a little.

The silence that fell over our table made me squirm in my seat and fiddle with my hands. Charlie cleared his throat and finally asked the first question. „So how come you decided to stay with your old man all of the sudden? If I remember correctly, the last time we talked you said, that you hated the weather here."

I had said a lot more than that and even remembering made me blush, but I hurried to answer anyway.

„I wanted to give mom some space and I figured, that it might be a good idea to come live with you for a while. Small towns aren't that bad you know and I'm pretty sure I'll be used to the rain in no time."

„Well, if you say so. I'm just really glad you're here."

At that I blushed even more and silently thanked the gods when our waitress came up in that exact moment to bring our food.

While the burger was surprisingly good, I really hoped, that I wouldn't have to eat here every day. If that happened, it would get boring after less than a week, because there were so few things on the menu.

„Hey dad, would you mind if I cooked some of the evenings? I don't want you to spend all your money on take-out or the diner."

„Oh sure thing Bella. But I fear you need to go grocery shopping tomorrow if you want to make anything else than bacon and eggs."

He looked a little sheepish at that and I couldn't help but chuckle lightly. It was a miracle how he was still as healthy as he looked if he only ate such junk.

After dinner we drove through the town, so that my dad could show me where the supermarket, the small library and the school were at. Then we finally arrived at his house. It was nothing special really, just a small two-story house that could do with a new paint job. It looked exactly like I remembered it and after we stepped inside I realized, that my dad didn't change a thing about the house since my mom moved out with me when I was little.

Sighing I followed him upstairs and prayed, that he at least adjusted my old room a little, because I seriously could do without the purple walls and all the crayon paintings that I drew.

Luckily my dad thought so too, because what waited for me behind the door was nothing like my old childhood room. The walls were painted white, at the far corner stood a queen-sized bed with dark red bedding, an old rocking chair stood in the opposite corner next to a huge empty bookshelf and under the large window stood a wide desk with a shiny new laptop on top.

„I hope you like it. I asked your mother about what colors you liked, but she seemed not to be very certain, so I just stayed with neutral colors."

„Its perfect dad. I'm not that much of a colorful person, so neutral is good with me."

I could visibly see him relax and nod to himself, then he sat down my suitcase and said: „Well, I'll give you time to settle in. I'm sure you must be tired, so feel free to go to bed without saying good night first. I will be watching some sports downstairs."

After Charlie had left I looked around my room once more and tried to think of it as my home. It wouldn't really come that easily, but I was sure that I would fit in here after some time.

I obviously had miscalculated how tired I was, for I found myself still completely dressed, half on my bed and half on the ground the next morning. Groaning I got up and stretched till all jolts were popped and then proceeded to take a shower and start the only day off I got here before I would start school.

The next problem arose when I stood in the kitchen, my eyes unblinking on the more than half empty fridge in front of me. It looked like Charlie hadn't been joking. There were a couple of beers, three eggs, some bacon and a glass with red peppers.

A fast search throughout the rest of the kitchen showed me, that there wasn't even bread or something else I could make myself for breakfast. Sighing I sat down at the kitchen table and began thinking. I didn't have a car, so I wouldn't be able to get as much, but I knew where the supermarket was and it wouldn't be that long of a walk.

Deciding, that I wouldn't wake Charlie to ask him for money, I scribbled down a note to inform him of where I went and grabbed the set of keys he gave to me yesterday.

Walking through the still mostly empty streets was kind of weird and if it hadn't been such a small town it also would have been a little bit scary. But this was after all Forks and so I only had to put up with some weird looks, for the people didn't recognize me.

Reaching the supermarket I nearly did a double take when I spotted the car in the parking lot. There was a shiny red BMW convertible, meaning that there obviously were new people in this town because the last time I checked with my dad no one wealthy was living here.

Walking up to the entrance I felt some sort of giddiness upon the possibility of meeting the owner of that car. Accompanying that giddiness was some sort of ticklish feeling that crept all over my skin and seemed to form a warm spot right in my stomach. It was definitely something new, but it wasn't exactly unpleasant, so I just tried to ignore it and entered the supermarket.