Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing

Song belongs to Miley Cyrus.

This is set during New Moon. After Edward leaves.

"Bella," a distant voice called.

My head snapped to attention as I looked into the big eyes of my friend, Angela Webber. "Huh?" I managed out.

"I asked what you were going to write about for the poetry assignment. Are you…" Angela's voice trailed off as she thought about the past couple months.

I was 18, and alone. HE had left me, and I was losing grip with reality. Was it October? Or November? Did I miss Christmas?

"I don't know. I guess I forgot what the assignment was. What was it? When's it due?" My voice sounded strange to my ears.

"We just have to write a poem or a song and hand it in by Friday. There's no word limit or anything. It's a pretty easy A." Angela explained. She looked a little shocked, like we hadn't talked in…months. We had talked recently, hadn't we?

"Oh. Right. Thanks. Uh, what's the date?" I asked,

"It's Monday, November 10th."

"Oh, huh. I didn't miss Thanksgiving." Angela didn't know whether I was serious or not, so she gave me a small smile.

"The person who writes the best poem wins a twenty-five dollar gift certificate to a restaurant in Port Angels," She continued.

"Oh. Cool." I replied, I was about to continue our conversation when Ben came up to talk to Angela. "I guess I better go… I'll talk to you later, or something. Thanks."

"Bye, Bella." Angela called after me as I hurried to my truck. I knew I was being rude, I guess I hadn't realized how much energy it took to talk to someone. Especially someone who had someone.



Later that night I sat at the desk in my room, I drummed my fingers quietly cursing the Gods over the poetry assignment. I grabbed my phone and dialed Angela's number.

"Hello?"

"Angela?"

"Bella?"

"Yeah, it's me. I was wondering if you could come over and look at my poem. Or song, or whatever it is. I really need another opinion.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be right over." Angela agreed.

"Thank you."

Angela was soon over and in my room. She sat on my bed as I wordlessly handed over my notebook paper.

"I probably shouldn't say this
But at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous
Relationship we shared
It was awesome but we lost it
It's not possible for me not to care
And now we're standing in the rain
But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear
My dear…"

As Angela read my writing I thought back to mine and Edward's relationship. I thought we'd be together forever, but…I had hit a rough patch with my writing after the first couple lines. We had so much that we had done, and I realized there were so many things that bothered me about him.

"The seven things I hate about you
The seven things I hate about you

Oh you
You're vain, your games
You're insecure


You love me, you like her
You make me laugh
You make me cry, I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
When you act like them
Just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you"


I knew I wasn't being objective, but those were some of the things I remembered about him. I really hated his 'friends'. I couldn't believe they would just leave, would listen to him. Alice had to know that, that they were good for me. I didn't understand how they could leave. I just couldn't.

All of those thoughts brought me to my next 'verse.'

It's awkward and its silent
As I wait for you to say
What I need to hear now
Your sincere apology
When you mean it I'll believe it
If you text it I'll delete it
Let's be clear

I had thought back to that day in the clearing, how silent it had become. I didn't remember much about that day, except for Sam Uley's voice. "Have you been hurt?" I had. I still was. I couldn't make sense of anything. I still couldn't. I needed him…..

"Oh, I'm not coming back
You're taking seven steps here
The seven things I hate about you
You're vain, your games


You're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
When you act like them
Just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you…"

This brought me to the chorus again… He loved me. Or at least he had said he had. Apparently I was too needy for him to actually love me though. I bet he really liked that Tanya I had heard so much about. The thing that seriously and honestly pissed me off the most was the fact that I still loved him. I still needed him. That was unbelievable to me….and he said he was a masochist.

"And compared to all the great things
That would take too long to write
I probably should mention the seven that I like…"

I almost hadn't put this in, but I figured if I was going to run him through mud, my teacher might as well know the good stuff too. Though, no doubt, everyone knew my story. I had to edit this part, a lot! There was too much that I loved about him. And I wished I didn't.

The seven things I like about you
Your hair, your eyes
Your old Levis
When we kiss I'm hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that's both I'll have to buy
Your hand in mine
When we're intertwined
Everything's alright


I wanna be with the one I know
And the seventh thing I like the most that you do
You make me love you"

"Bella, that is beautiful. It's about…him, isn't it?" Angela asked nervously.

"Yeah," I sighed, "yeah it is."

"It's really nice, Bella."

"Thank you. Is- am I being stupid?" I asked.

"No. You loved him." Angela said, "I have to go now, but Bella, it is good. It really is."

As I closed the door behind her I whispered, "Love. I love him."

I ran my eyes over the paper. Hopefully this would help ease the pain around my middle, maybe offer me some closure, but I wasn't holding my breath. I stuffed the paper in my bag, and sat on the edge of my bed, and waited for the nightmares to take over.

Okay this is my second draft. It still isn't exactly what I wanted, but it's a lot closer than my first draft.