Title: Life as It Were
Fandom: Twilight
Based: Sometime before the first novel.
Rating: G
Based: Sometime before the first novel.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Bella and Renee belong to Stephenie Meyer, I own nothing.
Bella walks down the hall of their home with a bed head that has her wincing as she attacks the tangles and knots with a bristled brush. The hall light is off so she treads carefully over the baskets of clothes lining the wall as well as some of the worn ones that lay strewn on the floor; she’s especially careful of things that will send her sprawling to the wooden floor, the last time being painful after all. Renee had stayed up late last night with the bills, waving off her offers to do the laundry and her questions about whether she’d eaten dinner or not with a, “Oh sweetheart, I’m fine! Go off and do what you want to do,” and a peck on the cheek.
It didn’t stop her from worrying of course, not at all.
Immersed in her thoughts as she is, she forgets to watch where she is going and bumps her knee against the coffee table along with stubbing her toe against the trashcan sitting innocently by the couch. The bang causes Renee to poke her head out from the kitchen with a curious expression, amusement leaking into it at Bella’s muttering and hands rubbing her now throbbing knee and toe.
Bella picked the brush up off the carpet and placed it on the couch next to her, holding in curses at the coffee table.
“Bella, sweetie, I can’t bubble wrap the house,” chuckles Renee, dodging the cushion thrown at her, “But I can brush your hair out for you.” Renee walks over to Bella, smiling cheerfully at her daughter’s glaring face that makes her want to pinch her cheeks more than anything (Bella would probably just scowl at her and mutter something like, “Cheek abuser…”).
Hazel eyes glancing at the harsh bristles on the brush, she frowns, then reaches over to pluck her own brush from the coffee table (She doesn’t keep it in her room because more than likely it’ll be lost somehow) with less hair damaging ones attached. Bella starts tensing when Renee holds the strands close to the root above the large tangle and begins working through it steadily despite Bella’s ‘oww, oww,’ and ‘not so fast pleease.’
The tangle is gone a few minutes later, Renee’s hand smoothing down the long mahogany strands gently while the other runs through her own shorter, light brown hair absently. Sometimes Renee sees a lot of Charlie in Bella, like when Bella makes attempts at dancing but comes off looking like a bit of a spazz; not that she will ever tell Bella that or anyone else for that matter, despite the truth in it.
Bella turns to look at her with eyes that are too wide, lips too full, and Renee doesn’t see that much of herself in her daughter other than her own board straight hair.
She just hopes that Bella doesn’t make the same mistakes either of them did.
AN: I wrote this in an effort to figure out what Bella's life might've been like before moving to Forks. This isn't the last one based in pre-Forks time either. XD Renee's just too amusing not to write about.
- Location:my room
- Mood:
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