[Discontinued] His Angel- Twilight

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"Angel, come here please." Tía Renée says, beckoning me back into the house.

"What is it tía?" I ask. I had just finished putting my and Isa's luggage into Phil's car.

"I have something for you. I know you said that you didn't want us to do anything for your birthday, but I wanted to give you a few things."

I sigh as Tía Renée puts a small box into my hands.

I unwrap the little present and open the box. Inside are four pieces of jewelry; three rings and a necklace.

"These all belonged to your parents." Tía Renée tells me. "These two rings were your parent's wedding rings, this ring is the "Cristóbal family ring" according to your mother, and the necklace was the first gift your father got your mother."

I look down at the jewelry. The wedding rings were simple and silver, with a small emerald on my mother's ring. I remember seeing them on both of my parents' fingers all the time growing up. The Cristóbal family ring was far more opulent than anything my mother would ever wear. It looked ancient, the dull silver etchings around the large purple stone in the center made it look mysterious.

Tía Renée pulls out the necklace and shows it to me. It is a simple chain with a charm depicting a fairy holding a small purple ball in her hands. She reaches over and fastens it on my neck.

"It looks beautiful on you." she whispers. I pull her into a tight hug.

"Thank you so much Tía Renée." I say to her.

She smiles and puts the rings back into the box. We walk out of the house and outside, the Arizona sun beating down on us. We join Isabella, or as she lets me, and only me, call her, Isa, outside. Most other people call her Bella, but when I was little, I couldn't pronounce the full name, so I shortened it to just Isa. Luckily, she still lets me call her Isa, but I've been trying to incorporate Bella into my vocabulary, since I'm the only person who doesn't call her that.

Tía Renée wraps both of us into a hug

"Guys, come on, I love you all, but we have a plane to catch!" calls Phil from the car. We all smile and make our way to the car, getting in. I'm still a little nervous in cars. Its been three months since my parents and I got into the car wreck that killed them, so I still am very wary around the vehicles. I am even more nervous to be on a plane, but I am sucking it up and doing it. Besides, the flight isn't that long. I spend most of the car ride with my eyes closed and my hand in Isa's.

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"Fly safe!" Phil calls after us as we walk onto the plane.

"Call us when you get to Charlie's house!" Tía Renée yells.

I can tell that Isa is embarrassed, but I think it's sweet. Once we find our seats. We sit down and get comfortable. Luckily, Tía Renée and Phil bought all three seats, so we would not have to sit next to a stranger.

"Do you wanna sleep?" Isa asks after takeoff.

I nod. We had to wake up super early to catch the flight, and I'm exhausted, not to mention extremely on edge to be on this plane.

"Promise to wake me up?" I ask, extending my pinkie to her. She giggles and wraps hers into mine.

"Promise."

A lot of people might view Bella as awkward and shy, but she's not like that with me. The two of us are like actual siblings, and if not for my much darker skin and curlier hair, I'm certain we would be mistaken as such. I am the same height as her, but I am usually much more extroverted than her. But ever since my parents died, it's been hard to retain that same outgoing nature. One of the only things keeping me going is the thought that my parents would want me to miss them, but move on with life. To keep them in my heart and let their love influence the love I give to others. My father always said that empathy is our greatest power. So I've been putting on a smile and staying the same sweet, outgoing, nice boy I was before my life came crashing down, even if on the inside all I want to do is curl up into a ball and let myself rot.

After leaning against Bella's shoulder, I doze off, letting my thoughts swirl until I fall asleep.

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"Ángel, wake up!" I feel my shoulder being shaken.

I open my eyes to see Isa standing over me.

"We landed?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

She nods and extends her hand to me. I take it and stand up. We get out bags from the overhead, and get off the plane, walking with our arms linked.

That's when I see him: Tío Charlie, my dad's best friend, and the chief of police of Forks. The last time I saw him was three months ago, at my parents' funeral. It was kinda awkward having Charlie, Isa, Renee, and Phil in all the same place, for a funeral especially, but I know that they were all there to support me. I didn't get to spend too much time with him, since he pretty much immediately had to go back to Washington, but it was nice that he came.

"There you two are!" he exclaims as we walk up to him. He and Bella give each other an awkward side hug.

"Hi Charlie." she says. I always thought that it was weird that she called him by his name, but I suppose their relationship is a little strained.

He turns to me and sweeps me into a Tío Charlie patented bear hug. It's the perfect amount of hug without crushing my small frame, but enough to make me feel safe. I wrap my arms around him and let myself nuzzle into him. He's always reminded me of my father, even more so now. After one more squeeze, we let go.

"Hi Tío Charlie." I smile up at him.

"Alright you two, lets get you home!"

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We walk into Tío Charlie's house, and it's pretty much how I remember it to be from when I was a kid.

"This one is your's Bella," he says, showing her into her bedroom

"And this one is your's Ángel." he places my luggage down on my bed before walking back to Bella's room. One thing I've always appreciated about him is the fact that he pronounces my name the Spanish way, ahng-hel, instead of the English way, ayn-gel. Bella and Tía Renée both pronounce it in the English way, but I don't really mind either way. It's just that when Tío Charlie says it, it reminds me of so much of my dad.

I look around my new room. It's pretty bare, with white walls, an empty bookshelf, a desk, and a bed with purple bed sheets. I smile faintly. He remembered that purple is my favorite color.

"The sales lady picked out the bed stuff." I hear Tío Charlie tell Bella. "You like purple, right?"

Okay, maybe he didn't remember that purple is my favorite color.

"Purple's cool." I hear Bella reply.

"Okay."

After a few moments, Tío Charlie walks out of her room and back to mine.

"I hope you like everything. Maybe this weekend we can go down to the storage place and pick out some decorations and other things?" he offers.

All of the stuff from my old house in Los Angeles was packed up and sent into storage after my parent's died. It all technically belongs to me, but what would a sixteen-year-old orphan boy need with a house worth of stuff?

"That sounds really nice tío, thank you." I respond. He gives me another hug.

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here, okay?"

I nod and he smiles faintly at me, then walks out to let Isa and I get settled.