Yes, my name is Isabella

Chapter Three - Hey, Charlie...I call back seat!

~Isabella~

I pushed the entrance door of the airport open and walked out of the airport. My laptop bag was pretty much just a messenger bag that I had on my shoulder and across my chest, while I had my two other bags in my hands. I stopped a few feet from the entrance, plus off to the side so I wasn't in the way of anyone, and looked around for Charlie. 

Unfortunately it looked as though he wasn't there yet, so I walked over to a nearby bench and sat down on it to wait for him. I had put my bags to the right of the bench and leaned back on it as I pulled my iPad from my laptop bag and started playing Angry Birds on it. Of course I was still paying attention to things around me in case someone tried to steal my bags and/or iPad. Which someone tried to do. TRIED being the key word. 

I was in the middle of killing the pigs when I noticed someone sneaking over to my bags from the corner of my eye. I continued to kill the pigs as I watched the man sneak closer and closer until he was at my bags. He managed to grab them both and ran passed me, and not in the direction he had been coming from. Idiot. I quickly jumped to my feet, slipping my iPad back into my laptop bag, which was still across my chest, and dashed after him. 

Right before he could get across the street, a police car stopped in front of him causing him to run right into it and drop my bags. I stopped not far behind him as the police car's driver's door opened and Charlie stepped out so the man couldn't run away. "Not the smartest thing to try and steal a police officer's son's bags." Charlie said as two airport security officers ran out and grabbed the man. We both watched as they dragged the man back into the airport, probably to hold him until a nearby police officer, who wasn't Charlie who was off duty, could arrest him. "Hello, Bells." He said turning to me and picking up my bags which were still on the ground. 

"Hey, Charlie." I said watching as he placed my bags in his trunk. I looked at the back of the car longingly for a few seconds before shrugging and climbing into the back. All the while Charlie was staring at me and rolled his eyes before getting in as well. "Hey, Charlie, can we stop to get Jack in the Box or something?" 

"Didn't you eat on the plane?" He asked as he started driving away from the airport. 

"I was going to, but the jerk next to me purposely dropped it and I didn't want to pay ten bucks for another bowl. Especially since it was tiny and SO not worth that much money." 

"Alright, I guess we can." 

***

"So how's your father?" Charlie asked as we drove down the high way toward Forks and I was happily munching on my burger and fries. 

"He's fine, rude and reckless, but fine." 

"You were told that while you are living here, you have to pretend I'm your father. Right?" 

"Yup, but luckily I only have to do that in public."

"That's good."

"Hey, Charlie, do they think Renee is my mother or..."

"No, I lied and said I had you with your actual mother."

"Alright." I said as we lapsed into silence.

***

"And here we are." He said pulling into to the two story white house that had my awesome motorcycle in the front. It was originally Scott's, but after he was killed, Dad and Storm decided to give it to me as I was the only one he ever allowed near it. Didn't help that Dad would constantly steal it...because, well it's Dad.

"My baby." I said as I ran my fingers over my motorcycle. 

"Your baby is the whole reason I was late. I was just leaving when it came so I had to sign for it and then take it off the truck they brought it on." Charlie said laughing before heading inside with my two other bags. A stayed there for a few more minutes before heading inside as well. I was tired and really needed some sleep. Stupid jet lag. "Well here's your room, you should get some sleep you start school tomorrow." He said showing me to my new room and put the bags down at my desk that had my desk top already set up. 

"Thanks, Charlie." I said yawning as he nodded and left closing the door behind him. My room was kind of small. It had a dresser, with my flat screen on it and my three or so game consoles. With my game shelf set up beside it. My bed was a queen, I think, and was situated right next to the window. Across from my bed was my desk and desktop. I also had a book shelf full of books to the right of my bed. I yawned again before walking over to my desk, placing my laptop bag on it and took off all my clothes, besides my boxers, before slipping into my bed and soon found myself falling asleep.