Being normal was never something Bella was good at. She slouched when she walked, she didn't care too much about her appearance, her friend group was freakishly small, and she could fall right asleep after chugging a coffee. It was her secret talent!

But then again, several people slouch their shoulders when they walk, there are plenty of people that don't care about their appearance, and there are an abundance of people that choose to keep their friend group small. There's not much to say much about the coffee thing, though. That definitely isn't normal.

When Bella stood next to her slightly younger sister, however, she was the most normal, plain person on the face on the Earth. Whatever Bella did to make herself not normal, Jennifer was doing it ten fold.

People had a hard time believing the fact that Jennifer and Bella were related. Distant cousins, maybe. But sisters? Sometimes the girls thought there could be no possible way that there was any relation. But their parents always reassured them! They were one-hundred percent sisters.

Jennifer always favored her father, while Bella always favored her mother. Right down the the mannerisms, too! The second Jennifer opened her mouth, people knew she was Charlie Swan's daughter. Mildly inappropriate jokes, sarcasm by the boat load, and the damn eye rolling. That one even got on Charlie's nerve from time to time. But Jennifer always hit him with the, "why are you yelling at me for literally acting like you?" Which always resulted in Charlie rolling his own eyes.

To some people, being so close with your father may seem weird. But to Jennifer, Charlie Swan is her best friend. Watching football on the flatscreen, going fishing, going on rides in the police cruiser, eating out at the diner; the list could go on!

She talked to him about everything, from things that happened with Renée or Bella to the new gossip that she heard at school. The pair was genuinely impossible to separate. Wherever one was, the other wasn't too far behind.

But everything changed when Renée demanded the girls move in with her, all the way in Arizona. Bella was easy to convince, but Jennifer did not go down without a fight. She didn't want to move, to leave her life behind here, leave all five of her friends, leave her father. Her life was here, not in Arizona.

She had begged her mother to let her stay in Forks, but Renée had made up her mind. Jennifer and Bella would move in with her and her new husband, that neither of the girls had even met. And frankly, Jennifer didn't care about meeting him.

She had went to Charlie, asking if there was legally anything they could do so she could stay here with him. But since Jennifer was a minor, she had to go live with her mother, granted that she was the one who actually had legal custody of her, even if she did live with Charlie.

She reluctantly packed her things, she reluctantly got onto the plane, and she reluctantly got off the plane.

It was a rough change at first, living with one parent almost your entire life, only to be forced to live with the other. It was borderline torture, especially to be placed with a parent who clearly had a favorite child.

It was no surprise that Renée went straight to Bella when the pair got off the plane. It took a whole two minutes of crying and hugging before Renée even noticed Jennifer standing there. Maybe if she got a plane back to Forks, she wouldn't notice.

"Glad you're home, Jen," her mother said, patting her shoulder. There was no warm welcome hug like Bella had gotten. Just awkward shoulder patting.

Jennifer wanted to tell her mom to take a hike and hitch a ride back up North, but she mustered up the most half-assed smile she could instead.

"Yeah, me too," it didn't take a genius to realize Jennifer's words were filled to the brim with sarcasm. But Renée was either genuinely too stupid to realize, or she decided to ignore it.

To the ride to the house, Jennifer remained quiet in the backseat, cursing herself for not even grabbing a book from her bag before it was tossed into the trunk. Instead, she was forced to listen to Bella and Renée's constant laughing. All Jennifer could do was glare holes in the back of their heads, silently wishing that she got the same treatment from her mother that Bella did.

"So I thought maybe we could all go shopping tomorrow? Get some school clothes, stuff for your rooms, whatever you want!" Renée cheered and Jennifer could hear the smile in her voice.

Now Bella and Jennifer did have quite a lot in common, but while Bella absolutely despised going shopping, Jennifer looked up from the window at the mention of it, but narrowed her eyes as her mother continued.

"We could donate your old clothes to Goodwill or something, since I know you won't be needing most of it here in Arizona!"

"Actually, I planned on keeping my clothes," Jennifer spoke.

"But why? It'll be too hot to wear most of the clothes you have here. It gets well over 100 degrees here sometimes," Renée explained.

"I'm going back to Forks as soon as I turn 18. Tank tops and shorts won't be very useful there," Jennifer sneered, catching her mother's gaze in the rear view mirror.

The rest of the car ride remained silent.

No long after, the three of them pulled into the driveway of a smallish house. It was a simple one story house, but the girls would have their own rooms, something they didn't have back in Forks.

But neither of the girls actually minded sharing a room. They were both old enough to keep their sides clean and their closet was plenty big enough to share, so there really wasn't any complaints there.

If she had to be honest, Jen was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be sharing a room with her older sister anymore. No one to talk to at three in the morning when neither of them could fall asleep.

A man met them at the door, smiling widely at their arrival.

"Hey, just in time for dinner!" He exclaims, pulling his wife into a warm embrace, giving her a small kiss to the forehead.

The greeting was awkward. Phil had heard a lot about Bella and Jen from their mother, but the girls hadn't heard the first thing about Phil. Charlie wasn't interested in going into details, so he never asked about his ex-wife's new boyfriend.

"You must be Jennifer, I've heard a lot about you," Phil smiled down at the black-haired girl. He didn't move to hug her, something she appreciated greatly. "You must be Phil, I haven't heard a single thing about you," Jen smiled up at him. She didn't mean to come off as rude of condescending, but that's exactly how she sounded.

"Jennifer, don't be rude," Renée scolded.

"What? I'm being honest! The only thing I know about him is that he plays baseball!" Jen defended herself.

"That's alright," Phil let out a laugh, before turning towards Bella.

"And you're Bella," he said. "Sure am," Bella nodded her head, giving him a tight lipped smile.  They've only been outside for a mere second and sweat was already dripping down Jen's back. Perhaps wearing leggings and a long sleeve shirt in Arizona during it's hottest month wasn't ideal. Suddenly, going shopping for shorts and tank tops sounded like the best idea on the planet.

The four of them carried the luggage inside the home, where Jen was bombarded by the smell of something garlicky. It smelled good, something she would definitely eat, but she couldn't place what it was.

"You two go wash up? Phil and I will have dinner on the table when you get you," Renée smiled.

Bella and Jen made their way to their now shared bathroom with the directions of their mom.

"I want to go home," Jen mumbled, flipping the light switch on and moving to stand in front of the mirror.

"This is home, Jennifer," Bella sighed, turning on the sink.

"No, home is in Forks with dad, not here with two complete strangers," Jen wasn't interested in arguing with her sister, but she wasn't going to let Bella discredit the home they had built with Charlie.

"They're not strangers."

"Really? I've talked to mom more today than I have over the last six years combined."

"You could've called her and talked to her like I do."

"Phone line goes both way," Jen wanted to roll her eyes, but she just looked down at her hands instead as she washed them.

They both remained silent after that. Bella knew Jennifer was right. Renée and Bella talked on the phone almost every night, but Renée never asked how Jen was doing, never asked her about school or her friends.

Renée was the parent and Jen was the child. It wasn't Jen's responsibility to stay in contact with her mom. If Renée wanted a relationship with her younger daughter, then she needed to work for it. So far, Renée wasn't doing the greatest job.

Walking back into the kitchen, Renée and Phil were seated at the table, a red and white checkered table cloth lined the wood. They both sat down, Bella in front of their mom, and Jen in front of Phil.

Bella and Jennifer looked down at the plates that were sat in front of them, before glancing at each other with a knowing look, frowning.

Of course, out of all the meals in the world they could have, they fixed this.

"You know Bella's a vegetarian, right?" Jennifer spoke up, gently pushing the plate away with her fork. "And Jen's allergic to shellfish," Bella had to bite back a smile at Phil's reaction.

"Since when were you allergic to shellfish?" Renée asked with a look of disbelief. "I've always been allergic? You want me to try a piece to prove I'm telling the truth?" Jennifer stabbed a piece of shrimp with her fork and went to bring it to her mouth, but Bella stopped her by pushing her hand away.

"How about you don't go into anaphylactic shock on our first day here?" Bella yanked the fork out of Jen's hand and laid it back down on the plate. Jen only shrugged her shoulders.

"Why didn't you guys say anything?" Renée frowned, grabbing the plate from in front of Jen. "Uh, you never said he was making anything and I've been allergic my entire life. You should know this," Jen took a sip from her water.

"My fault, I only became vegetarian two years ago, I should've mentioned it," Bella said, picking up the plate and handing it to her mom.

"I'm really sorry, girls," Jen could tell Phil was genuinely sorry and a part of her felt bad. Not even an hour here and he was making a bigger effort than her own mother, it seemed.

"Eh, no big deal!" Jen gave him a small smile, "I do, however, smell garlic bread."

"Oh yeah, I made it myself. I thought it would go nicely with the shrimp," Phil rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well Phil, I'm actually not allergic to garlic bread," Jen smirked as his face lit up a little. "I also enjoy garlic bread," Bella threw her hand up. A large smile found its way onto Phil's face.

He was no Charlie Swan, far from it actually, but maybe he wasn't as bad as Jen thought he was going to be.

But she still missed her father, it didn't matter how good Phil's garlic bread was, that didn't change the fact her father was twenty-five hours away was enough to put a frown on her face. And she hated that she was already covered in a layer of sweat. She felt gross. She missed the cool breeze that Forks, Washington had to offer. She missed her friend group.

It took her years to find a group of people that didn't make fun of her for her weird mannerisms, and now she'd have to find more. Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she'd become a hermit  and keep to herself, much like her older sister did.

Regardless, she'd have to adjust to living a new life. In four years, when she turned 18, she'd move back in with her father. Maybe she'd go to a community college an hour away from Forks. An hour wasn't the far of a drive, she could go back and forth every morning easily. Perhaps she'd become a police officer like Charlie.

Only time would tell.