Honey (Book 1)

Chapter 1

   Bella's POV

I've always lived with my mother, Renee, in Arizona. As much as I love my father, Charlie, I've always felt as if my mother needed me more than she'd care to admit, so I didn't get to visit him often. Her carefree nature would make me nervous, as she seemed to forget that she is the adult and I'm not. 

This is why I stuck with my mom.

I love my dad very much and we get along great- yeah things can be awkward since we never got much bonding time but it's still great. I do enjoy my visits to forks and wish I felt like I could stay with him for longer periods of time but until my mother met someone, I just couldn't. So here I am now, driving to the airport to stay with my father indefinitely. My mom has Phil now, after being together for only a little more than a year, they got married. I have complete faith and trust that he can take care of her and now I can spend time with Charlie. 

I haven't seen him in  3 years. This should be fun and it should be a good thing. Who knows? Maybe I will find my future there.

"Bella," My mother walked over to me as we got out of the car and she wrapped her arms around me tightly. "Oh honey I'm going to miss you so much!" She pulls back and puts her hands on either side of my face.

"I'll miss you too mom, but have fun and enjoy your trip with Phil." I smiled at her. "And please be careful." I chuckle and she joins in too, kissing my forehead.

"I can't believe you're really going. I love you." She pulls me in for one more quick hug. "Ok ok. Go or you'll miss your flight sweetie." We smiled to each other as I started to walk into the airport. "I love you too, Mom." With one final wave, I step into the building and relish in the sweet air conditioning protecting me from the hot and humid air.

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Smiling, I finally board my plane and look out the window. 

I'm excited to see my dad and the change of weather. After living my whole life with the sun, it'll be a nice change of pace. Even with the exciting change of pace, there is one thing for sure that isn't admitingly less exciting. 

Not knowing anyone and starting at a new school in the second semester of junior year is brutal. I can be really awkward at times which doesn't help and even though I can be talkative, I prefer to stick to my own most of the time. Things are just easier that way- no need to worry about doing anything wrong or disappointing people when it's just you. Plus, I am not the touchy feely, mushy gushy type.  Feelings freak me out. Well, real feelings at least. The only time you'll catch me crying is when I'm watching a really good tv show or reading a really good book. Once someone shows me any mushy feelings in real life, I freeze and get really uncomfortable. 

After a long flight and a short connecting flight, I finally make it to the Seattle's, Tacoma airport. 

"Hey," I chuckle as he envelopes me into a hug.

"Missed you, Bells." He muttered, making me laugh. He can be so awkward. "Let me take that and then we can head home." He gestured to my biggest bag. Smiling in thanks, we head to the car. Just now remembering that he usually only drives his police cruiser, I think of ways to get a car of my own as we start the drive home.

"So, I maybe have gotten you a car. Well more like a truck- it's nothing special. A buddy of mine sold it to me for cheap."  Charlie spoke about fifteen minutes into the drive- as if reading my mind.

"Oh really?" I look over and smile. "Thanks dad. Not to be rude but when you say truck.." I trail off, feeling awkward. Ok maybe I should've just kept quiet and said thanks. Although trucks aren't my thing.

"Well, I think you'll like it. It's old and built well- I think it's your kind of car." He responded.

I smiled and thanked him again, thankful that he even considered something like this. 

"So how have things been around here?" I ask a few minutes later. From there we talk every now and then as we got closer to the house. Luckily it wasn't necessarily awkward, maybe it was just because I made sure that it wouldn't be but I can't talk for Charlie since he's an awkward fellow. 

"Welcome home." My father smiled as we stepped out of the cruiser. My eyes were too preoccupied by the orange truck to look at the house. "Dad, the truck is great. Thank you." I turn around to see him holding my bags and standing next to me. "I'm glad you like it." He smiles back. I grab a bag from him and we head inside.

"Sorry there's one bathroom but there's plenty of space for you to keep your things and I don't take long getting ready." He lead the way upstairs as I take in my surroundings. It was white and plain with pictures around in the living room. My room was the same purple as before, as well as decorated the same from when I 14 and last here- making me laugh. Charlie muttered a few other things before he left me to settle in. 

Plopping on my bed, I sigh. Shaking my head, I know I should unpack since school is tomorrow and I don't want to have to shuffle through all my bags.  Once I'm finally happy with how I adjusted my room, I change into soft blue shorts and a plain white shirt with my hair up and head downstairs. I'll finish unpacking and organizing during the weekend.

"Dad?" I ask at the bottom of the steps.

"Kitchen." He half shouted.

Heading there, I saw him shuffling around in the fridge and cabinets. After a moment he peeks up and smiles bashfully. "I'm looking to see what we can have for diner." 

"When have you learned to cook?" after I ask this question, he gives me a look and I realize he still can't. "I can cook." I look around the kitchen and notice no dinner ingredients. "
"Do you even eat?" I raise a brow at him. Charlie explains his dinner arrangements at the diner and I shake my head. We come to the decision that tomorrow I'll start cooking dinner but for tonight we order a pizza.  After we eat, I notice how late it is and head to bed- mentally preparing myself for school tomorrow.