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Rain. Endless rain and greenery.
That was my first impression of Forks. I watched it blur past the window of my dad's police cruiser as we drove toward what would be my home for the next year and a half. Everything was damp, muted, and overwhelmingly green—so different from Arizona it almost felt unreal.
Charlie wasn't much for conversation, which suited me just fine. Silence was something we'd always shared comfortably.
"Your mom called," he said eventually, keeping his eyes on the road.
"She was asking if you had internet set up. Something about a computer and a webcam in your room."
"Yeah," I said. "I need to keep in touch with Jennifer."
"Jennifer," he repeated. "The same one from a couple of years ago?"
I nodded. He'd met her once, when he came to Arizona for Christmas two years back.
There was a pause. "Is it serious?"
"I think so," I said. "We're already talking about college. About moving in together."
"That's good," he said simply.
We'd arrived by then. Charlie parked, and we started unloading my bags from the cruiser. "Your room's the same as before," he added to Bella and me. "Second floor. Didn't change a thing. When you're done unpacking, come downstairs. We'll go to the diner for some food."
"Okay. Thanks, Dad."
I carried my bags upstairs to my room. Everything was exactly as I remembered it—unchanged, like I'd never really left.
Bella followed behind me toward her room, silent as a shadow. She tried to be at least—but being born with two left feet made that difficult.
Unpacking didn't take long. I hadn't brought much with me—just the essentials and a few things that mattered enough to survive the move. Still, every item I pulled from my bag felt heavier than it should. I already missed Phoenix, Arizona.
My room looked exactly the same. The pale walls. The narrow bed. The dresser Charlie had bought secondhand years ago. Even the faint smell of old wood and rain-soaked air was unchanged. It was strange how little time had touched this place, as if it had been waiting for me.
I paused when I reached the posters.
They were still there—taped slightly crooked to the walls. A band I'd been obsessed with. A movie Bella and I had watched on repeat during one long, rainy winter break. I hadn't thought about them in years.
I left them up. It felt wrong to remove them after so long.
Down the hall, I could hear Bella moving around her room—soft thumps, the occasional scrape of a box being dragged across the floor. She hadn't said much since we arrived, but that wasn't unusual. Bella and silence had always gotten along well.
When we finally went downstairs, Charlie was already waiting by the door, keys in hand.
"You guys ready?" he asked.
Bella nodded. I grabbed my jacket. The rain hadn't let up, and judging by the sky, it didn't plan to anytime soon.
The diner was just how I remembered it—warm, dim, and smelling faintly of grease and coffee. A couple of heads turned when we walked in. Forks was small like that; people noticed when familiar faces reappeared.
"Well, if it isn't the Swan twins," a woman behind the counter said with a smile. "Haven't seen you two in a while."
"Hi, Cora," Charlie said easily.
Bella offered a polite smile. I nodded in acknowledgment, suddenly aware of how out of place I felt despite having lived here before.
We slid into a booth. Vinyl seats. Slight tear in the corner. Nothing had changed.
A man from a nearby table leaned over. "You back for good this time?"
"Just for a while," Charlie said. "School year and a half."
"Good to have you back," the man said, before returning to his meal.
Menus weren't really necessary. Bella and I both ordered burgers and fries without looking. Some habits didn't fade.
While we waited, Charlie stirred cream into his coffee. "So," he said, casual but not quite. "Any plans yet? School starts soon."
Bella shrugged. "I'll figure it out."
I hesitated, then spoke. "I was thinking about getting a job."
Charlie looked up, surprised but pleased. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Just something part-time. I want to start saving for college."
That earned a nod. "That's good."
The food arrived quickly. The burger was simple—nothing fancy—but it tasted better than I expected.
As we ate, more people stopped by the table. A quick welcome back. A comment about how much we'd grown. Someone mentioning they were Santa when we were kids.
It was overwhelming.
When the crowd finally thinned, Charlie leaned back. "I can ask around about work," he offered. "Newton's Place might be hiring. Or the sporting goods store. Let me know if you have any specific job in mind?"
"I don't mind where. I could work even here at the diner."
"Ok, I'll look into it then."
"Thanks, Dad. I appreciate that."
Bella picked at the last of her fries. "Forks hasn't changed much," she murmured.
"No," Charlie agreed. "It never does."
As we drove back home, something extra was parked in our parking lot.
A large orange Chevy sat near the house, its paint dulled by age and weather. It was unmistakably old—boxy, sturdy, and a little rough around the edges. The kind of truck that looked like it could survive an atomic bomb or a zombie invasion.
Charlie slowed, then smiled faintly. "Well," he said, nodding toward it. "Looks like Billy finally found the time to bring it over."
Bella leaned forward, peering through the windshield. "What is it?"
"Your truck," he said simply. "For both of you. Figured it'd be easier than waiting for me to drive you around all the time. Forks isn't exactly walkable."
I stared at it in recognition. The thing looked ancient, but solid. Dependable. Very Charlie.
"You didn't have to do that," I said.
He shrugged. "Did anyway."
Bella's mouth curved into a small, hesitant smile—the kind she only wore when she didn't quite know what to do with a kind gesture.
"Thanks, Dad," she murmured.