Chapter Four: First Days

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{Luke's p.o.v}

I enjoyed the rest of the afternoon with Renny binging on food and blasting serenading sounds of Green Day. When Bella didn't return home at 6:00 I knew her day didn't go as she wanted and I had a strong idea of where she was. She was most likely at the graveyard. I knew she shouldn't be there and it would most likely cause her to panic and become unstable, again. But I also knew that there was no stoping her. Also I wasn't exactly sure where she was maybe she made friends so I decide not to call. I move now fast asleep Renny to her bed and begin to clean up our dinner mess. At about 8:00 there is still no sign of Bella. Pull out my iPhone and call her. Three rings and she picks up. She is had clearly been upset and I knew that even though I could tell she tried to hide it. I tried not to get to frustrated but she was pushing my buttons and setting me off. I hang up  telling her to be home soon and stay safe.


I go to my room and uncase my guitar and begin to practice. After I finish strumming the last few cords of Heartbreak Girl {a song me and my bandmates wrote} I hear the front door open. I walk down the hallway to the kitchen and rest against the counter slightly sitting on it as the door fully pushes open. I try to look comfortable as if I had been waiting there for her.


"What" she says as if she were a teenage daughter getting home past her curfew.


"What? Are you kidding me? I thought you were kidnapped missy so don't come in here with an 'I'm punk I do what I want' attitude after leaving for several hours!" I say trying to match her tone and sass level. I didn't want to be harsh on her I just want her to know I care, even if that means being a little over protective. 


"Sorry, didn't realize I was twelve years old again." Once again full of sass as she speaks.


"Bella! You know what I mean't. There is no need for you to be sorry but please just tell me where you are next time. Okay?" I don't want her to hate me I just want her to be okay. It frustrates me to see her like this all scared and sad.


"Okay. You don't need to be all fault in the starsy to make an agreement, dad" she says making me smirk at her tfios referance. I knew she wasn't mad at me which was good she was just mad at the.....world.


"Oh here" she says tossing a jar of  vegemite at me "I picked this up while I was out" and with that she stomps of to her room down the hall.


I sit on the couch and start to watch season three of Bob's burgers. I had already watched all of the episodes with Bella and Renny over the summer [Bella and Ren were obsessed with it and they got me hooked like honestly that show is impossible to not love]. I decide to watch it because Renny would kill me if I went ahead in watching How I Met Your Mother without her and I knew I should stay up to check on Bella in a bit.


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When the clock turns to ten I turn off the t.v and head down the quiet hall. I knock three times on at the door and hear no answer. I'm 85% sure shes not asleep because Bella has never been and good sleeper but even worse of one when she visits Alexa's grave.

"Hey Bells I'm going going to bed and you should to" I say "If you aren't already" I add knowing she is probably fake sleeping but just in case she is not.

After waiting for a reply and getting nothing I leave and walk down the oddly silent hall. When I reach my room I take off my shirt pants leaving me in my favorite ninja turtle boxer breifs. I crawl into my covers and grab my phone off the night stand. Eight unread messages. The band had been deciding on a day to practice. Cal and Ash both said Wednesday and Michael wanted it to be Thursday. I type into the group text "I'm free any afternoon {except Friday because your party} and goodnight". I lay down my phone on the bedside table and start to drift off leaving a mental note to check on Bella in the morning and call my mum. She will want to know all about the first day at college. The very biopolar first day.

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