A/N: I'm rewriting this story to work out flaws and improve the writing. I'll probably won't really update until the previous chapters are fixed, because the writing and the flow of the story kind of bother me. It creates a writers block for the chapters to come, because I feel like I'm trying to squeeze something out of an empty bottle. If you're still following. Lol. Anyways, so, yeah, I'm rewriting.

To everyone who is new: I hope you'll enjoy! It's Canon pairings, so ExB, AH, maybe slightly OOC here and there. Thanks for giving it a try! :)

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Departure

"You sure you're ok with this Bells?"

"Yeah Dad, it's fine. I just want you to enjoy your trip with Cheryl. I really don't mind."

"But what about Jacob?"

"Jake and I are perfectly fine. Besides, it's just a few hour drive, so we get to visit each other on weekends."

"You're sweet, you know that. I love you Bells. I really appreciate what you're doing for us. I hope that I can do something good for you too someday."

"I'm already alive aren't I?" I teased.

My father smiled and shook his head. "Come here honey." He wasn't really one for showing much affection, but I guess this was hard on him. I smiled at my worried Dad. "I'm going to miss you baby. Just know that if you want us home again, all you'll have to do is call, email, send out the pigeons, whatever, and we'll catch the next flight back, okay." He swallowed me in an embrace.

"Okay." I nodded and hugged him back.

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I lived with Charlie for three years now. I used to live with my Mom, but she got remarried when I was about twelve. His name was Phillipe Dwyer. Phil. He was half French and grew up in France. He and my Mom went on their honeymoon to France to visit Phil's family. My Mom fell absolutely in love with the pains au chocolat, the wine, the street artists in Paris, and the fromage de chèvre.

When I was fourteen, she decided she wanted to move there. Partly because Phil was getting more and more homesick after that last visit.

They wanted me to join them, but I didn't want to. I love my mother, and I love Phil. He's an amazing guy. But France was just too foreign for me. I have been there a few times now, and the country was amazing, but I don't think I could settle there.

I told my Mom I wanted to stay in the US and that I would live with Charlie, my Dad.

So now, I celebrate every holiday twice a year. First the traditional way, spread out over the year. The second round is squeezed into five weeks of summer, accompanied with croissants.

For the past few years I've lived with Charlie. My life with my father was an amazing contrast with the live I had led with my mother.

With my Mom, I've lived in Phoenix, Arizona. She loved the heat, the sun, the sand and our Cactus in the front yard. We named him Boris when I was eight.

My mother bakes cookies every Sunday morning, singing along with the radio. She takes art classes at night and comes home covered in paint, every time. She plays classical music when she vacuums and then turns up the volume so she can hear it above the noise of the vacuum cleaner. The neighbours down the road got more classical music education then they've bargained for. My mother is fun, loud, loving and has the attention span of a banana fly.

Forks, Washington, was wet, cloudy and green. Charlie was quiet and kept to himself. He was more like me.

I knew he never really stopped loving my Mom. Beside the fact that she is a wonderful person, I think he also missed the company. So I was glad when he met Cheryl. He became lighter, happier, and the little crinkles around his eyes showed as he smiled more often. A few months ago, Charlie proposed to her and they got married in October. I was really happy for them. Cheryl was sweet, she could cook and she made my father happy.

His dream had always been to travel through South America. I told him he should do that with Cheryl, for their honeymoon. At first, he didn't want to hear about it. He didn't want to leave me alone.

But I insisted. I'm seventeen. Next year, after my graduation, I'll be eighteen and leaving for college. I was old enough to take care of myself and being on my own was a good practise for after high school.

After many discussions I persuaded them to let me transfer from Forks High to a boarding school just a little while away from Forks.

That way they could go on their trip and wouldn't have time limits, and didn't need to worry about me not really taken care of, since I would safely be living on a campus.

They decided to spend Christmas with me, Billy Black – the best friend-, and Jacob Black – Billy's kid, Charlie's long lost son, my best friend and recently unofficial boyfriend.

Billy and Jacob live in La Push on the Quilleute Reservation, not too far from Forks.

It was now December the 28th. The plan was that Billy, Jake and I would drive Dad and Cheryl to the airport today. After that I would stay in La Push to celebrate New Years Eve there and Jake would drive me to my new school on January 1st. Classes start after Christmas break, but I want to arrive a few days early to get acquainted with the campus.

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"I love you. I'll call when we arrive." Charlie pulled back and kissed me on my forehead. "Here's the contact information of our hotel." He handed me a paper with the name, address and phone number of the first hotel where they would be staying.

"Sweetie have fun at your new school okay. I'll email you, and call you and I'll buy you souvenirs. Come here." Cheryl said. She too, took me in her arms and hugged me tight.

"Oh yes, I want souvenirs, and pictures and postcards." I pulled back and kissed her cheek.

"Sure honey."

Charlie turned to Jacob and said, "You'll look out for her, right."

"Sure Charlie," Jacob answered grinning. I rolled my eyes. He gave my Dad a firm handshake and a hug to Cheryl.

They said their goodbyes to Billy and I was crushed against Charlie's chest one more time, squeezing the air out of my lungs.

"Uhm… Dad."

"Yeah Bells." He answered, his face in my hair.

"I know you gave me the gift of life. But uh… - I coughed – I'd like to keep it for a little while longer."

"Oh sorry." He chuckled.

He released me and after a moment he picked up his bags and he and Cheryl walked towards the security gates. They waved one more time before they were out of sight.

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"Come on Bells, let's go home." Jacob said and kissed my cheek before he started pushing Billy's wheelchair towards the exit. The drive to La Push was quiet. Not a sad quiet, just quiet. We would all miss Charlie and Cheryl for as long as they decided to stay away, but it wouldn't be too bad.

Jake and I dropped Billy at Harry Clearwaters house and then went over to his house.

Once inside, Jacob took my hand an led me to the couch.

He sat me on his lap and played with my hair a little.

"Are you sad?" He asked.

"Nah, not really. I'll miss them of course, but I am also excited for my new school."

He nuzzled my neck. "I'll miss you too when you're away."

"Hmm, I know. But we can see each other on weekends." I offered.

"True," he said. His breath tickled in my ear and it made me shiver a little. He noticed and played into it. My gaze dropped to his lips. They started curling up in a smile and he leaned in closer. I waited until our lips where separated by just an inch of air and then I closed the distance. I shifted in his lap so I could wrap my arms around his neck.

I nipped his bottom lip and he pinched my sides, making me yelp.

We kissed a little more like that until somebody knocked on the door.

"Jake! You in there? Open up man!"

Jacob groaned and pulled away with an annoyed look on his face. I giggled and kissed his nose, "You'll have tonight, and tomorrow, and tomorrow night, and the day after tomorrow and the night after the day after tomorrow. No need to pout Jacob Black. You'll have time enough to kiss me like that again." A grin started to spread on his face when he thought of that. He was about to kiss me again when the person at the door started pounding on it. "Jacob Black, get your ass out here. Bella, get of off Jake, I know you're in there too!"

"Shut up Quil, I'm coming!", Jacob said while I got of his lap. He stood up and walked to the door. He opened the door and Quil tumbled inside. A grinning Embry stood behind him.

"What do you guys want?", Jacob asked with an irritated tone.

"Chill man, we're just coming to hang out", Quil said while barging into the living room.

"Hi Bella, how are you today?" he continued while sitting down next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Jacob glared at him and sat down on my other side. Embry went to sit on the floor. "I am very good today, thanks." I said as I smiled up to him.

"I bet you were even better before we came by", he grinned. My cheeks turned pink.

I looked away from him, I didn't really want to respond to that, although the words were very true. Jacob smacked the back of his head. "So you guys wanna watch the game tonight?", Embry said. "Maybe we could order some pizza?"

"Yeah sure", said Jake. But then turned to me "You ok with that". "Yep, as long as you guys stop eating after you've finished your own pizza." Last time, I was so hungry but I'm a slow eater. The guys finished their pizza's when I was working on my 3th slice. Since I wasn't that far with eating, they thought it was ok to finish my pizza up too.

The boys laughed at my answer and Jacob got up to call the Pizza delivery service.

"So Bella…", Quil started when Jacob was gone. "How busy were you guys exactly before we came by?" Oh my, every answer I'll give him will give him fuel to come up with a dirty comment. My cheeks grew warm. I looked up to him and he was wiggling his eyebrows. I looked away to Embry, and he was doing the same. There is only one solution to this.

I sighted and yelled "Jacob!"

"Yeah?"

"Get your butt in here and punch your perverted friends for me please." I heard him laugh and he yelled back "Quil! Leave the poor girl alone or I'll kick you out! You too Embry!" The boys just laughed and Embry put on the television.

Quil patted my cheek and turned his attention to the tv.

Jacob sat down next to me again and said "The pizza's will be here in 30 minutes."

The guys just nodded. Jacob tugged at my hand and whispered "Come here."

I slipped away from Quils arm and snuggled into Jacob's chest. Absentminded I traced circles on his knee while I followed the game. After a while Jacob started nipping my earlobe and kissing down my neck. I looked at my hand and saw that I had moved it unconsciously farther up his leg. I pulled it back and whispered while blushing "Sorry."

He just chuckled and kissed the top of my head and continued watching the game.

After ten minutes, the pizza's finally arrived. Embry got up to pay the delivery guy.

Within two minutes everybody was eating their pizza with the box on in the lap.

I was working on my 4th slice when the boys finished up one by one. While I was eating, Jacob started kissing my neck again and along my jaw.

"Ugh, fine!" I groaned, getting the message, and I gave him a slice.

"Hey no fair!" Quil and Embry said. I looked at them.

I was kind of scared of the way they longingly eyed my pizza box.

"Jezus." I wheezed out. "Here!" I trusted them both a slice. I saved the last one for myself.

When I was done, I patted my tummy and watched the game again. After a while I felt my eyes go droopy and I snuggled closer into Jacob.

The thing with me and Jacob is that we've been best friends for a long time now. Things changed when we went swimming at First Beach a little while ago. The whole thing was a disaster, I don't know what we were thinking. It was too cold, I almost broke my arm, he accidentally saw my boob and I accidentally saw a flash of his wiener when Paul pulled down his trunks. It was awkward and we barely spoke for two weeks.

When we finally did speak somewhat normally again, he kept staring at my chest, and my gaze would magnetically be pulled down to his crotch. Lots of blushes and embarrassed coughs later he suddenly grabbed my face one day and planted a kiss on my lips. I was surprised and frozen on the spot. And then he did it again. And I recovered slowly from the shock. And when he did it for a third them I wouldn't let him pull back. It was nice.

We weren't going out officially –yet-, but we were giving it a try. We agreed on nothing serious until we both felt it was completely right. For now it just feels nice to be held by someone every once in a while.

We got a little more clingy with each other in the last few days. A result of the me leaving soon. The plan for now was that he would visit me or I would visit him every other weekend.