Julianne Swan never knew a normal life. With her parents split up, and being constantly on the move with her mom and her new boyfriend; she was ready to finally have somewhere she could call home. Will she be able to find it in a pair of familiar br...
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02 || b a r e r o f b a d n e w s
"CONGRATULATIONS." I bit my lip looking down at the opened letter in my hand. "Your first acceptance letter-- both of you."
I met eyes with Bella as a small smile tugged on my lips. University of Washington was printed at the top of the letter in my hand with a bold "congratulations!"
"Thanks, dad," Bella mumbled under her breath.
He cleared his throat, "we should talk about tuition. I've got some money saved up--"
"Hey, hey," I shook my head. "None of that. Bella and I got some money saved up. We're not talking your retirement money."
Dad frowned at my statement. "Some of these places are pretty pricey. I want to help. You don't have to go to all the way to Alaska just because it's cheaper, Bells."
I bit my lip. Alaska wasn't cheaper-- not a bit. Bella's idea was to 'go to a college far away' so she could be changed into a vampire. The thought itself made my stomach turn uncomfortably.
"We've got it covered," Bella added into the reassurance. "Besides, there's a lot of financial aid out there. It's easy to get loans."
There was a pause in our conversation which made me look up from my acceptance letter towards Dad-- wondering what exactly he was thinking.
"So..." And here we go.
"So what?" I asked, leaning against the kitchen sink.
"Nothing," he shook his head. "I was just... just wondering what... Edward's plans are for next year?"
"Oh." Was Bella's simple answer.
"Well?" Dad pushed. I relaxed my posture as I waited for Bella's answer, but it never came. Instead, three knocks on the front door interrupted our conversation. I could tell that it relieved Bella, while annoying Dad. "Coming!"
I practically burst out laughing when I heard Dad mumble under his breath, "go away." We all knew exactly who it was-- he came over at least four times a week.
