The Other Swan (a Twilight/Aidan Turner Fanfiction) (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 2

Dad helped me and Bella carry our bags. I had 5 bags, as Bella had 3. Yeah, Bella packs light and I can't see how she does it.

Dad unlocked the door and set down a couple of our bags next to the door. The house isn't stylish, considering a divorced man lives here. The house is just mainly fishing, hunting stuff, and my and Bella's school picture's. How embarrassing! If I make any friends and they come over, I'm going have to ask dad to take them down. Man, I'm glad puberty done me good. The only new thing here is a flat screen T.V. and pictures of dad fishing, with a Quileute Indian that I forgot his name.

"I put grandpa's old desk in your room and I cleared some shelves off in the bathroom, so you two can put your stuff on." Dad said. Bella made a face and I can tell she regretted to come.

"That's right. One bathroom and two bedrooms." Bella said.

"I'll just put these up in your room." Dad said, grabbing more bags. Oh dad, the helpful one.

"I can do it." I said.

"I mean they're heavy, Tris." Dad said.

"Let me help." Bella said, as both Bella and Dad reach for the bags, they bumped into one another awkwardly. Unsocial, awkward people, what can I say. Bella backs off, letting dad carry some of the bags upstairs. I grabbed the rest, following everyone.

Our bedroom wasn't that big, considering Bella and I have to share a room. Back home, Bella and I had our own rooms. In the room, it has two full size bed's, with both purple bedding. There is a small desk in the corner, with tons of art, Bella and I made when we were little. The walls are a greyish color. There is a full size mirror in the other corner of the room, with Christmas lights and a lantern hanging on it. Home. This is our home now.

Bella starts to unpack her clothes, then she sits heavily on the edge of the bed. I could see tears threatening to escape her eyes. I walked over to her bed and sat next to her. I put an arm around her and she leans on me.

"Everything will be okay, Bells. Let's just get settled in." I said, rubbing her back smoothly.

"Tris... You know... You have always been there for me. I like that." I couldn't help but to feel flattered. No one has ever said that to me before. Not even my family.

"Well, I'm your, sister. No matter how much we fight over something stupid. I will still help you hide the body." I made Bella chuckled. Then we heard a honk coming from outside. Bella gets up and runs across the hall, to look out the window. I got up to see who it was. There is a faded orange truck, Circa 1960 sitting in the yard.

"Let's see who it is." I said, grabbing Bella's arm, dragging her down the stairs, and out the door. There was a 15 or 16 year old, Quileute Indian, with long black hair and hints of childish roundness in his face. He is cute! He looks about my age, 16. The teen helps what looks like his father, into a wheelchair. He is the guy in the photos!

"Bella, Tris, you remember Billy Black." Dad said, pointing to each of us. Oh... That was his name... I could have remember that.

"Glad you both are finally here. Charlie hasn't shut up about it, since you both told him you were coming." Billy said.

"Keep exaggerating, I'll wheel you into the mud." Dad said, Bella and I just laugh.

"Right after I ram you in the ankles." Billy said, then turned around and him and dad was going on a round in the middle of the road. The boy who helped his dad out of the truck, shakes his head at both of our fathers, as he shyly approaches us.