Author's Note: I do not own Twilight or Just Like Heaven

I remember the last time I was at my father's. I was twelve and was forced to spend a couple weeks with him over the summer, just like every summer since I was five. It was that last summer that drove me to quit visiting him in Washington. Not a single day passed without rain, most nights filled with the booming sounds and angry lights of a thunderstorm. My summer vacation was spent indoors, bored and restless. I had no friends in Forks, since I barely spent any time there, so even if the weather had been brighter, I would have been bored anyway. So, I worked through a pile of ten or so books in those two weeks, and ignored my father most of the time. Looking back on it, from the lofty age of 16, I regret treating my father so coldly. It wasn't entirely his fault that he lived in Forks. He couldn't control the weather.

Now, after four years of pretending Forks, Washington didn't exist, I was on a plane heading there. My mother remarried and Phil traveled everywhere because of his minor league baseball career. I couldn't make her stay home with me when all she really wanted to do was be with Phil. It was selfish for her to live me by myself, but it was selfish for me to want her to. I made the decision easy for her by moving in with Charlie. I didn't blame my mother. It was in her nature to be childish and flighty. I had to be the grown-up. I only hoped that Phil, only 12 years my senior, was up to the challenge.

After several hours of flight, in which I entertained myself by reading from my bound collection of Jane Austen novels, the small plane landed in Port Angeles. Only a couple more hours of riding in a car until I reached Forks, but those couple of hours would have to be spent with my father. I was not looking forward to the awkward silences that were sure to come. Charlie greeted me in the airport and took most of my bags, leaving me the smallest one. As he packed the trunk of the police cruiser, I sat on the passenger's side. Police cruisers are weirdly different than other cars. The amount of buttons, the GPS system, the radio…it looks very complicated and confusing. I wondered briefly if the police officers had to take a course in how to use the car. By then, Charlie had climbed into the car and my thought process was interrupted.

"It's nice to see you again, Bella." Charlie told me, a cautious smile on his face. He looked unsure of how to act around me. Were all fathers like this or just the ones that only got to see their daughters for two weeks out of the year?

"You too, Dad." I responded, smiling back. I was happy to see him, and I had missed him, but I couldn't help but have a feeling of hopelessness. As the miles dragged on, so did the silence. The only color outside my window was green, and there was an abundance of it. When we finally got to the house, Charlie once again took all the bags out of the trunk but the smallest one and led me into the house. It was just as I remembered it. Old, a little run down, but charming.

My room was just as I left it a few years ago, except for the ancient computer that was on the desk. Renee made him put a computer in my room, so that we could keep in touch easier. I wasn't known for checking my emails very often, so I hope she wasn't expecting me to. Honestly, I would just rather use the phone. I put down my bag on the bed and my father didn't say anything as he left my other bags on the floor of my room. He left, probably going to watch the television. It was nice that he didn't hover. My mother wouldn't have left me alone to think. I unpacked my essentials, but left my clothes packed for now. I would get to them later. I headed down to the kitchen, a little bit hungry from the trip. They don't even serve peanuts on planes anymore. Allergies, I guess.

That was the first time I saw him. He was sitting innocently at the kitchen table and he seemed as intrigued by my appearance as I was by his. He was gorgeous, with bronze colored hair and bright green eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked him, turning my back to him to open up the refrigerator. He didn't say anything, so I turned back around, "Hello? Can you hear me?"

"Y..You're talking to me?" He stuttered. It only made him cuter.

"Um, yeah. What's your name and why are you in my dad's house?" I was confused as to what a teenager was doing at Charlie's, and more specifically, why Charlie hadn't said anything about it. Maybe he was a neighbor or something.

"Oh. Um, I need to talk to your father. I need to talk to Chief Swan." He said.

"Do you want me to go get him for you?" I asked. I was unsure as to why he wasn't just talking to my dad now.

"I don't think that'd work. I've been trying to get Chief Swan's attention for three months."

"Three months?"

"Yes."

"And why haven't you?"

"It would seem that he can't see me."

"Can't see you?" I asked incredulously. I don't know what this boy thought he was pulling, but I wasn't falling for it. "Dad, can you come here for a sec?" I called into the living room. I heard a grunt and shortly thereafter Charlie came walking into the kitchen. His eyes passed over the boy sitting at the table as if he wasn't there, and instead, his eyes met mine.

"Whatcha need?"

"I'm about to make dinner, are we going to have a guest?" I asked, looking pointedly at the boy sitting at the table. He simple stretched out his long legs and crossed his arms. He was confident. Charlie followed my eyes and stared at the table for a moment and then back at me with a confused look on his face.

"No, just us. What are you making?" He got over his confusion fast.

"Oh, um, hamburgers okay?"

"Sure. Let me know if you need any help. I'll just be in the living room." He turned and walked down the hall and I faced my attention back on the boy.

"Told you." He said, smirking.

"Why can't he see you?"

"I don't know. I don't know much, really. It probably for the same reason as why I can't leave this house. I'm stuck here until I figure it out. I just need to talk to Chief Swan."

I shook my head and turned around to turn on the stove. I opened my mouth to reply to him, to ask him what exactly needed telling, but when I turned around to face him, he was gone.

Author's Note: I will be writing this story as fast as I can, but even if I have a chapter written, I won't upload it until I get some reviews! I'm gunning for 20-30 for the first chapter. Tell me your thoughts, what you think might happen. Comment on my writing, whether you like it or not. Whatever! I love reviews.