Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all. I jus get to play with the characters

Chapter One

Talk. Talk? What exactly does he mean by talk? Is it bad? Is it good? I know most people find that the dreaded word in s relationship. A girl never wants to hear the words we need to talk, but I have nothing to worry about. We're the perfect couple. We do what couples are supposed to do. Right? We don't ever fight. I love him. And he loves me. So it makes me wonder what we need to talk about.

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Knock, knock, knock. I wait. I knock again but nobody answers. He must be here though; he called and told me we needed to talk and to meet him at his house. Hmm… I turn the handle and meet no resistance. I enter the familiar hallway and call out. "Paul?" I get no response. At the bottom of the stair I can hear faint music so I figure he must be in his room and couldn't hear me. When I get to his door I don't bother knocking seeing as how I never needed to before. But oh my god! How I wish I had! Instead of turning away or getting mad and yelling and screaming, I stand there speechless watching as my boyfriend and my "best friend" make-out on the bed. They haven't noticed me yet so I turn the stereo off that's sitting on the desk right next to the door where i'm standing. The second the music stops, Paul jumps so high that he falls off the bed. Still I say nothing.

"Luna! Oh! I didn't know you were coming over…" he says nervously. What a lying bastard! He called me over! I guess I know why now.

"Really Paul? Cause you're the one that called me over here to talk. But I guess there's no need for that seeing as how you showed me instead." My voice came back as it all started sinking in and I could feel tears threatening to spill. "And you Leah! How could you do this to me? You're supposed to be my best friend!" I scream at her. She shakes her head and I could see tears about to spill.

"You weren't supposed to find out like this Bella I swear." She whispers. But seriously! What the hell! Did she think that telling me was going to be any better? Granted this was like a slap in the face but still, it comes down to the same thing. My best friend and my boyfriend are lying cheating heart breakers!

" How long?" I needed to know.

"Bella I don't th-"

"HOW LONG?" My scream cut him off.

" A little over a year." Leah whispered instead.

"Why?" I asked Paul.

" I don't know-"

"Just answer the goddamn question Paul!"

"I don't know Bella. You're just not what I was looking for." He said rubbing his face like the answer was tiring him. What an asshole!

"And what the hell do you mean by that?" I ask feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. I absolutely hate it when people tell me i'm doing something wrong. Especially in this situation. I did everything a girlfriend should do! So I told him. " I did everything a girlfriend should do! What more did you want from me?"

"That's exactly it Bella! You were never spontaneous! You never put passion behind the things you did. It was like through our entire relationship, you were following a manual on how to be a girlfriend or what a girlfriend should do. You never did things because you wanted to but because you felt obligated, what a girlfriend should do. I felt like I was dating a fucking computer!" his words cut deep and I had no response. Once again I was completely speechless.

"What do you mean?" I finally managed. "I wanted to do every single thing I did for you. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have done it at all! You know me better than that!" how the hell could he call me a computer? And then treat me like one by cheating on me. With my best friend. Like I had no fucking feelings!

"I do know you Bella. And I know the difference between somebody wanting to do something and somebody feeling obligated to do something. When me and Leah are together, I can feel the passi-"

"Don't you dare even fucking tell me about you and…her…together! I loved you and you go and cheat on me instead of talking to me so I could fix this problem like a fucking coward!" and the tears fell. Stupid traitors. I didn't want them to see the effect they were having on me so I turned around and fled the scene. I kept running till I got to the one place of solace in a time like this. Edwards house.

a/n: okay I hate begging but… please please please review so that I know if I should continue with this story or if it's a lost cause!