Clearing the dishes used for our dinner (ravioli) in silence, I smiled at Charlie's compliments.

"Delicious Bella, thanks. Ah...you spoil me too much." he grinned, patting his, now full, stomach.

"Thanks Dad, it's almost six, isn't there a game on...or something?"

"Or something?" he laughed, "Like what? Forks is quiet, all I've been doing is sitting around the station twiddling my thumbs and playing cards! If this keeps up, you're going to fatten me right up!"he laughed again, patting his stomach. The chair screeched backwards, as he stood, heading out towards the television. I sighed as I heard it click on and the cheering start. I was soon up to my elbows in soap-suds, as I scrubbed the pots and pans. Edward wouldn't be along for another ten or twenty minutes, which was easily the best time of my evening, when I got to be with my lovely vampire who-

"GO! YOU IDIOT!" barked a sharp voice, making me jump, splashing the dishwater all down the front of me.

"Whoops, sorry!" my dad called, hearing some of the silver-wear clatter to the floor. He, once again, had gotten too caught up in the game. I sighed, mopping up the mess with a towel, and stooping to grab the spoons.

"It's alright, dad! Next time, be louder!" I called, grabbing the dishcloth once more. He laughed, but was quickly absorbed back into his game. At least Billy hadn't come over to watch it with him, then it would've been twice as bad, but at least Jacob would have been here. I sighed, and rinsed the plates off. I didn't know anymore. I loved Jacob, but I loved Edward even more, that much I knew. My dad OBVIOUSLY had a preference for Jacob. He could easily answer the question of "Jacob or Edward?" but there was more too it. MUCH more. He didn't know that question also entailed, "Werewolf or Vampire?" and he wouldn't ever kn- I dropped the plate with a sudden clang as it hit the sink. They say inspiration can strike in the oddest of ways, and it had. An excuse sprang quickly into my head as I dried my hands and rushed to the living room.

"Hey dad, can you pause that for a second?" I asked, trying to sound casual, and hiding my excitement.

"Ah, Bells, I'll miss the commercials!" he complained teasingly.

"You'll survive." I told him, and snatched up the remote.

"What do you need Bells?" he asked, looking at me.

"I...I forgot I had some homework...uh...a survey...yeah...I had to ask you if... you preferred..." I paused, biting my lip. He looked at me expectantly, "...preferred vampires or werewolves." I said in a rush. It was dead silent for the space of a heartbeat or two before he started roaring with laughter. I felt a warm blush slide up my cheeks.

"Dad, come on. I've GOT TO KNOW!" I plead.

"What class is this for?"

"Dad! C'mon!"

"Alright, alright... if I had to choose... I think that vampires are cooler."

"Really?!" I was ecstatic, "You REALLY think so, you gave it some thought, and really mean it?"

"Yes Bella. Vampires beat werewolves any day, now if you'll excuse me." he snatched the remote back, and fast-forwarded.

"Thanks dad!" I grinned, and gave him a swift kiss on the cheek.

"Eww!" he teased me, but then his game came back. I ran upstairs as fast as my legs could carry me, hoping with all my heart Edward would be there...