𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘿 ➣ 𝐸. 𝐶𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛✔

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I sighed and hugged my mom. Bella and I had decided to move in with our dad while our mom and her new husband, Phil, traveled around.

"Guys, come on," Phil said. "I love you but we've got a plane to catch."

We all loaded into the car and Phil drove out of the driveway.

***

In the state of Washington, under a near-constant cover of clouds and rain, there's a small town named Forks; population of 3,120 people. It's not very big.

Bella and I are visiting our dad, Charlie, for a little while. He's the chief of police. We stopped at a red light and my dad attempted to make small talk.

"Your hairs longer," I heard my dad say, causing me to look up. I saw him glance at Bella.

"I cut it since the last time I saw you," Bella stated.

"Oh, I guess it grew out again," he said.

I saw my dad look through the rearview mirror at me. "Did you cut yours, too?"

I nodded. My dad gave me a single now. My entire family knows I'm not much of a talker. Bella tends to do the talking.

We drove a bit longer before pulling up to a large, white house. Bella and I used to spend two weeks here almost every summer. But it's been years.

I got out of the car and helped Bella and my dad grab our luggage. We walked into the house and my dad led us upstairs to a set of bedrooms. Bella's was purple and mine was blue.

"I built some shelves in the bathroom," Charlie said.

"Oh, right," Bella said. "Our own bathroom.

Bella knows that I'm using that bathroom, too. Good.

I grabbed my luggage from my dad and went into my room. Not a single thing changed from when I last saw it. The walls were still the same dark blue I've come to know. There were different blankets on the bed, however. Instead of my old blue ones, there were black ones.

There was a desk in the far left corner of the bedroom with a lamp on it and a small trashcan beside it. To my right, I had my own bay window. There were black curtains on the windows. My dresser was still the same, worn down wooden one I've had my whole life. A few posters of AC/DC were hanging from the walls and the bulletin board on the wall above my desk.

In front of the bay window, there was a black, fuzzy chair with a blanket draped over the back and a pillow on it; both the pillow and blanket were black.

I set my luggage on the bed and looked around. It's just as I remembered it.

"Hey, Blake," I heard my dad say. I looked behind me.

He must've finished getting Bella all settled in.

I smiled.

Charlie cleared his throat. "Um, I know that the blankets are different, but the old ones were getting worn out, so I changed them."

I shook my head. "It's all good."

My dad smiled slightly. My parents tend to find comfort when I talk. When I was a kid, they thought I was a mute, until I said my first word at the age of six. I know, I didn't start talking until I was six. Big deal.