Charlie gets a shock when someone turns up to take Bella to the prom. Someone who isn't Edward. One shot in Charlie's POV. ** All my stories have been deleted for some reason, so I'll be reposting them all.** iluvedwardcullen xx
1. Chapter 1
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I waved Bella out the door, smiling as I stood on the porch. If only she knew what Edward was doing for her, that scowl would be gone in an instant. Edward really loved her, it was obvious. How it must be, to be young and in love! I had known once, known what it felt like, but the path of my life had taken a different turn, and I wasn’t about to start dwelling on it now. After all, I had one thing to be thankful for…my beautiful baby girl, Bella. Although, I had to admit, she didn’t look much like a beautiful baby at the moment. The frown on her face was prominent, and I grinned guiltily at Alice. Bella really hated not knowing what was going on.
I watched Bella step reluctantly into the Volvo, Alice behind the wheel. God, I loved that kid. There was just something about her…
Alice honked the horn, and then they were out of sight. I turned slowly and walked back into the house, closing the door softly behind me. I laughed as I entered the kitchen. Sitting on the table was a tray of lasagne with instructions on how to use the microwave. Bella always insisted on making me dinner. She seemed to think I had no idea how to cook. I didn’t have the heart to point out that I’d been managing fine for 17 years before she came along.
I spent the rest of the day down at the reservation, watching some games with Billy. When I came home I went straight to the kitchen, hungry. I thanked Bella silently for leaving some lasagne. I had just finished heating it up in the microwave when there was a knock at the door.
I wondered who it was as I made my way to the front door. I opened it, and standing there before me was a young man dressed in a fancy black tux, holding a single red rose.
“Hi, Chief Swan. My name’s Tyler Crowley, and I’m here to take Bella to the prom,” he said promptly.
“What?” was all I could manage. Edward was taking Bella to the prom.
“I’m here to take Bella to the prom,” he repeated slowly.
“I heard you the first time,” I said grumpily. “But Bella’s not here. Edward Cullen’s taken her to the prom already.”
“What?” he said, sounding confused.
“Look kid, why don’t you come in for a minute?” I suggested, and, sighing, held the door open wide.
He followed me into the kitchen, where I picked up the phone. “Sorry, I just have to make a call,” I said to Tyler, as I dialled the number. He nodded in reply.
The phone rang twice before Edward answered.
“Hello, Charlie,” he said, sounding wary.
“Look, Edward. I’ve got a situation here. Some kid called Tyler has turned up and reckons he’s taking Bella to the prom.” I said wearily.
“You’re kidding?” he asked, laughing into the phone.
“I’d love to say I am, but I’m not. What do you want me to do?”
“Why don’t you let me talk to him?” he asked, sounding incredibly happy.
“Ok,” I answered, and handed Tyler the phone. He looked more confused than ever.
“Hello?” he said cautiously.
Tyler’s face dawned in recognition when Edward said his name. His face got slowly redder as he listened to whatever it was that Edward had to say. He abruptly hung up the phone and glared at the floor.
“Tyler?” I asked hesitantly.
He turned his angry gaze to me, and then stormed out the front door. I shook my head in amazement. Teenage boys and hormones just don’t mix well.