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Twilight and all affiliated characters are the property of Stephanie Meyer. I do not own any of the aforementioned characters except Beth and the plot of this story (that is, should it stray from the original Twilight). This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line. I am not in any way, shape, or form benefiting financially from the publishing of this story on this site and am very grateful for Mrs. Meyer's creation. Besides, if I did own Twilight, I'd have made Bella make more wise decisions!

"Oh my goodness!" A voice called from within, shrill and old. "Geoffrey, get off your fat ass, they're here!"

"Calm down woman." Called a slightly less enthusiastic voice, throaty in nature.

Amused, Beth tossed a look towards an already grinning Bella- Charlie lagging behind as he locked the squad car. Walking up to the tiny green house, Elizabeth smiled as the mesh door was thrown open with a surprising amount of force, slamming loudly against the back wall as a petite body with a head full of white hair rushed as fast as it could towards her.

"Gran!" Elizabeth laughed, hugging the old woman with as much strength as she did, knowing that if she didn't, Grandma Helen would be complaining for the next half hour about how her son had raised a child that didn't know how to give proper hugs. A loud huff next to her indicated that Bella had also been brought into the hug, whether unwillingly or willingly. After a minute of solid hugging, Grandma Helen let her two grandbabies go, smiling a toothy grin that stretched from ear to ear.

"Oh! Look at how skinny you've gotten, Bella!" Sniggering, Elizabeth had to laugh. Of course that's the first thing that their grandmother would notice. Like any grandma would, she'd want to ensure that her grandchildren were in the best shape possible. Bella threw her sister a disgruntled look over her shoulder, hearing Beth's laughter being smothered by her hand.

And then Grandma Helen's eyes drifted over to Elizabeth's form, widening the slightest bit, "Elizabeth, dear. You might need to give Bella some tips!" Now it was Charlie's and Bella's turn to chuckle.

"It's good to see you girls again. Charlie wouldn't stop talking about you and how excited he was that you'd decided to come down and stay with him," their Grandad said, his hands coming to a rest at his side.

Before them all, Charlie's cheeks started to burn, "thanks dad." His hand scratched at the back of his neck.

"And don't even get me started on her." His white haired wife delivered a sound 'smack' onto his beer belly for that comment.

"So what have you girl's been up to for the past three years since we saw you last? Started any sports? Meet any cute boys?" Grandma Helen was on them as soon as they got the girls inside for some lunch, Charlie and Grandpa Geof off in the kitchen talking in hushed tones too soft for the women to hear.

At this question, Bella and Beth both blanched even paler than their already pale skin tone. Boys were something of a 'pick and choose' thing back in Phoenix, being such douches the only thing they could think with were their dicks or just playing with you until you gave up the one thing they were after. Obviously, no one had caught the twins' eyes, but it never did stop them from trying to ask them out. And sometimes, poor Bella never had the heart to say no, only stuttering and blushing like a tomato until Beth came to her rescue. And when they did ask Beth, she'd normally throw them a rather rude gesture and be on her way, rather finding her solitude more comforting than a five minute make out session behind the bleachers.

"Uhm," Bella began, "no, not much to say about either of those things."

"Honesty gran, it's been pretty boring since you saw us. Apart from mom marrying Phil last year, nothing much has really happened." And that was true, apart from that, life had just been pretty quiet for the two, nothing truly riveting nor exciting happening.

At this, the white haired woman raised a curious brow,"So Renee remarried, did she?"

Beth's eyes shot a glance at her dad, wondering if he had told Gran about Phil. But judging by the way her lips pursed in displeasure, it was safe to assume he hadn't. But why not?

"Yeah," Bella confirmed, still not getting the hint, "He plays minor league baseball, and he has to travel for games and stuff, so coming here seemed like the best option at the time. We didn't want mom stuck at home looking after us and it's lucky that Char- Dad had said it was okay."

"Hmm," was all that Grandma Helen had to say to that, "Renee never could stay in one place for anyone, anyways." The comment was muttered so quietly, so casually that it was a miracle either of them had heard it. But they had, and by the tilting of Bella's now wilting smile, Beth could see that Grandma Helen was NOT going to be among the list of people Bella called her favorite.

Beth had to look away, the smirk on her mouth a bit too inappropriate for the situation. It was uncalled for, truly, but the string of truth was there- ever present and very noticeable. Renee really couldn't stay put for very long and that was precisely the reason why Phil and her had worked so well together and how they were still married after a year and a half.

Before Bella could leap to her mother's defence, Charlie and Grandpa Geof had come into the living room with plates of delicious turkey sandwiches, cutting off the remains of the conversations with a remark about how the twins had grown up so fast.

Hours later, a deep, thunderous rumble of an engine interrupted both Beth and Bella from their conversation. Sitting up from her position, Beth remarked, "Geez, what crawled up that engine and died? It sounds like a flipping tank!"

Curious, Bella got up from her spot beside the bed to peek out the window," Well for one, it's not a tank. It's just an old truck- wait, isn't that Billy Black?" She pointed out the window, her breath fogging up the cool glass just a bit. A younger person with long black hair stuck their head out of the driver's window, peering up at her with a bright toothy grin. The truck horn sounded before he jumped out and ran to the other side, pulling out a wheelchair from the bed.

Beth jumped up, coming to look out the window as well, "oh yeah, it is him. And I think that's his son, Jack- I think."

"I thought his name was Jacob?" Bella turned to her twin. Beth made a humming noise, shrugging her shoulders in an 'I don't know' fashion. In all honesty, she didn't really care if the boy's name was Jack or Jacob or Johnny, her attention had been captured by the old faded red Chevy they had driven up the driveway. It was cute, in that old fashioned kind of way- more than likely impractical for the environment, but cute. It had a sweet, grandfatherly charm to it.

"Girls!" Charlie's voice carried up the stairs, "come on down."

The girls shared a look before simultaneously bolting out the door and down the stairs, stumbling, hissing and pushing each other as they went. Bella nearly soared down the steps at one time, but quickly righted herself before she could smack her entire body into the wall at the front door. She let out a loud 'oof' as her elbow came into contact with the doorframe, the funny bone smacking into the wood.

Beth laughed, "Smell ya later, sucker!" and hopped out the front steps and down to the three men.

"So, what do you think?" Charlie piped up beside Billy. The cheeky Sheriff was grinning, looking all too pleased with himself as he gestured to the truck. Beth could barely stop herself from dancing on the spot as Bella finally came out, rubbing her bruised elbow as she did. Was Charlie being serious?

Beth looked between the truck and Charlie with a growing smile.

"Of what?" Bella inquired cautiously. Sure, the truck was cool, but it was so loud and looked none too stable judging off of the sound that came from the engine. But to be fair, it would be a lot better than driving to school in a squad car the following Monday. Bella could just imagine how all the kids at school would want to stay as far away from them as possible, what with being new and arriving with their dad's none too subtle red and blue flashing lights.

"Your homecoming present," Charlie leaned against the side of the truck.

"Are you serious?" Bella smiled, eyes lighting up in surprise.

"I think you're my favorite parent," Beth reached over to hug him, grateful for such a large gift. She couldn't drive yet, choosing to hold off on her drivers license for a few more years- but Bella was set and she could just barely feel her sister's tangible relief at not arriving at school with their Dad. After all, they were old enough now to be able to get to places without much help from either parent.

Charlie stiffened in the embrace but hugged back briefly before pulling away out of embarrassment. A much more excited Bella went to inspect the truck further with Jacob (whom they confirmed was actually named Jacob- Bella was right) who was telling her how to work it properly.

"...you have to double pump the clutch, it's a bit tricky-.."

"I love it." Beth repeated as she ran her hand against the solid metal of the truck. There was a bit of rust, she wouldn't lie, but it was perfect for getting them to and from school for now until she could get a job and afford a bicycle. But Bella, she knew would never get one, preferring to drive the dangerous metal machines over a "tiny" and in her words "easily destroyable and fickle seat with wheels".

"That's great." The deep olive skinned man in the wheelchair began, "Charlie was nice enough to take it off my hands for you girls."

"Aw, hush." Charlie slung his arm over Beth's shoulder.

"Thanks, Dad." Beth nudged him, "Thank you, Mr. Black."

"Call me Billy." The man, Billy, corrected, "You guys should come down to watch the games sometimes. I'm sure Jacob would be glad for the company."

Beth cocked an eyebrow, was he trying to play matchmaker? She could see how Jacob acted around them, Bella specifically- it wasn't hard to see that he had a small crush on her twin. That made her smile, he was rare for his gender- nervous, awkward and unsure in his approach. She didn't blame him though, lots of guys in Phoenix showed an interest in Bella. She was very pretty. But where she felt unsure was if Bella would reciprocate any feelings towards him. Afterall, he looked about fourteen/ fifteen and Beth didn't think that Bella would go for a younger guy. Heck, in a year, that kind of thing would be seen as illegal.

"We'll see," Beth replied, in a non-committal sort of way. Sitting around watching football and drinking beer wasn't one of her top favorite things to do, even if it could be considered as bonding time with her, Bella and Charlie.

"So, do you need a ride to school in the mornings? I know Beth wouldn't mind it," Bella offered.

Jacob grinned, Bella's eyes drawn in by his goofy, wide tooth smile. "Nah, I go to school down on the reservation. Thanks though."

Bella hummed, "That's a shame, it would have been nice to know at least one local." Indeed it would be. She could see it now, being watched like animals at a zoo, other students walking around them and tip toeing like they were going to reach out and bite them. Well, it was either that or being flocked like those birds from Nemo that cried out "Mine, Mine Mine!" every five seconds. At least with the company of someone they were familiar with, the stares would feel a lot less uncomfortable. 

Jacob laughed, "I'm sure you guys will be fine." All in all, Bella COULD wait a bit more than the weekend until school started. And what was even worse than being new, was being new and starting in the middle of the year. Oh, god. She could only hope that nothing embarrassing would happen, like falling on her face the first day of school. Granted, she doubted Beth would let that happen, but it could still happen.