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Three May Be A Party, But To Me Its Just A Crowd

Summary:
Charlie's girlfriend, Sharon, has moved in with Bella and him. Bella's a little more then put out with her.


Notes:


2. Rules, damnit!

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Sharon and Charlie sat down on the small couch and I sat on Edwards lap in the chair. She looked at him, confused.

“Oh! This is Edward. I’m sure Charlie’s told you about him.” I told her.

She shook her head no and said “He just said you were seeing someone.”

I looked at Charlie. “Glad to hear you think o much of my relationship,” I said sarcastically. I turned to Sharon and told her “Edward’s my fiancé.”

Her mouth formed an ‘o’ and she gasped. “You’re only eighteen, right?” I nodded and she turned to Edward “You knocked her up, didn’t you?” she asked. My eyes widened and Edward looked like he was holding back laughter.

“No! He didn’t!” I yelled. “I’m not pregnant, damnit! Why does everyone assume that?”

“Oh, sorry, dear. My mistake.” She smiled sweetly.

“Well Bella,” Charlie said, cutting in. “Sharon is moving in with us. Isn’t that great?!”

“Unimaginable,” I muttered. “Terrific!”

“I know, isn’t it?” he sighed. He got up, pulling Sharon with him and went off to the kitchen.

Charlie’s POV

“Charles, we nee to talk.” Sharon told me as I sat down at the table.

“What is it, hun?” I asked. She sat across from me and folded her hands on the table/

“I saw some very disrespectful things in there, Charles,” She said, disapprovingly. “She called you Charlie, for one.”

“Well, we’ve been apart for quite awhile, about sixteen years. She just got used to calling me Charlie when she was talking to her mother.” I explained.

“Maybe, but that’s no excuse. It’s dad, father, papa, whatever, but not Charlie! And two, that language! Damnit?” she gasped.

“She’s eighteen. She never curses anyway. Now if you want to hear some cursing, talk to her friend, Jacob.” I chuckled.

“No, I don’t want to hear some cursing, Charles. And three, blowing up at me like that for a simple question?” she said, looking astonished.

“She’s touchy about it. Everybody’s been assuming she’s pregnant or something like that and she’s just sick of hearing it.” I defended her.

“No way to talk to her elders. Fourth, sitting on that boy’s lap like that?” she questioned.

“Now, I don’t approve of that either, but she’s a big girl, she can take care of herself.” I shrugged.

“And what was she doing here with that boy, by herself?” she asked.

“There always here together.” I shrugged again. “She’s a good girl, she wouldn’t do anything irresponsible.”

“We need some rules around here, Charles.” She declared.

“Like what?” I asked.

“One, no calling you by your first name. Two, no using such vile language around us. Three, I want a respectable tone of voice. Four, she shouldn’t have any physical contact with that boy. And four, she is to always be supervised.” She finished.

“Well…I guess those are agreeable rules, honey.” I agreed smiling at her.