I jumped awake and looked at my clock, 3:05 a.m, only?. I lay there for a while in the dark before I felt a hand brush my hair from my face, then he asked "You ok?." "Yeah just a bad dream" I replied, trying to make my voice sound as if it was nothing. "You wanna talk about it?." I couldn't. He shouldn't know I dream about my life before I met him, it was horrible, miserable, but some good memories too. "No it's okay, I'm kinda sleepy" I murmered into my pillow. He chuckled and kissed my head, I snuggled closer to him, and even though he was cold, in some way he felt warmer. I drifted off to sleep and had a more peaceful dream.

I woke the next morning and Edward was gone, of course, he's gone hunting. I should've known by the way he wasn't holding me as close as he usually does. There was a note left on my pillow from him:

"Gone hunting, won't be long I promise. I left you breakfast downstairs , Edward xxx"

I sighed and rolled off my bed. I walked down the stairs, tripping and nearly cracking my skull on the last two steps. I would blame the fact that it's early and I'm not fully functional but no, it's just because I'm so damn clumbsy I'd need to wear a helmet getting into a car. "Great Bella, you don't have to worry about vampires coming to kill you in the night. You could just kill yourself by walking from A to B" I muttered to myself.

I'm usually alone in the mornings, I honestly don't know where the rest of the Cullens go but I don't mind, it gives me time to be human by myself. I always feel awkward around a house full of vampires, not because I'm afraid one of them will decide to have my blood for lunch but because, well I'm the only human in the house. I've gotten used to it, sometimes I even forget Edward is a vampire, well, only recently I've started doing that, the first two and a half years we spent arguing about how dangerous things are for us (mostly me) and that I could die and...blah...blah...blah you get the idea.

I grabbed the bowl of cereal Edward left out for me and got the milk from the fridge. It took me at least ten minutes to realise the enevlope on the table signed with my name on it. Oh shit, was it another letter from Jacob? Another one of his many similar letters about how stupid I am for making the choice I made? I winced at the thought. Slowly I reached for the small piece of paper and ripped it open with my teeth. Inside was two tickets, another trip to see my mom? Or is Edward bringing me to Alaska to "consider" a "few months" in college? I looked at the title. It was none of the above, they were concert tickets. Tickets for My Chemical Romance! Why would Edward do this?! I was excited but also dreading it.

Way before I met Edward I used to hang around with My Chemical Romance. It sounds weird but it's true. Mikey was two months older than me, we grew up together. I was ten and I decided to run away from home in Arazona. My mom and dad were having big arguements at home and I just got sick of it really. I remember I was half way through a deserted looking town when a huge truck comes skidding to a stop, ten metres ahead of me. There was a young man in it, probaly in his late teens, early twenties. He had exagerated features, wide eyes, long nose, short cut black hair. I could see him looking at me through the review mirrior. I was scared, so I ran into the nearest shop possible, and who's the first person I run into? Frank of course. "Hey watch it brat! Where the fuck's your mom?". "I-I...I don't know. I mean I do know but erm I don't wa-wanna go b-back!" I stammered. " Aww some balls you got kid! Hey Gerard, come here!" Frank exclaimed down the small, narrow isle. Gerard came up to Frank looking unimpressed. He looked at me up and down, then back at Frank. "You do realise we're meant to be keeping a low profile?" He said in a exausted tone. "Haha, yeah yeah. Listen this little brat apperantly ran away from home, am I right little dude?" Frank said grabbing hold of my shoulder. "Um I'm not a little dude and yes. I ran away from home but that's not the point! There's a man chasing me, can you help?" I begged my eyes watering, I was terrifed I didn't even fully understand what was going on. Frank doubled over in laughter. "Haha! Oh this story gets better and better! Ok lemme guess what happens next. Ok a big purple unicorn starts to dance in the rain with a rainbow? Ha, ha go back home kid!" he joked, at this point I hated him, although I didn't even know his name.

Just then, the man that I thought was chasing me burst in the door of the store. "Ok let's go. NOW!" Ray said coming up from behind Gerard with Mikey in his arms, pushing them all towards the doors of the store. "Grab that girl!" Ray told Frank, who was then only in his middle/late teens. With no hesitation or questioning he swooped me up in his arms and ran towards the red convertable parked out front. I remember there were guns involved in the car-chase but besides how weird and frightning that was for me, the weirdest thing I found was that they recorded every second of it!. Gerard said: "You should always keep a camera rolling, no matter where you go, because one day you might have one of those moments you wish you caught on camera, weather they were funny, sad or happy. Then you remember that you have it".

I remember one particular night with Frank...I heard him downstairs watching tv, I couldn't sleep, I was having really bad nightmares back then. I went down stairs and stood in the door way. "Knock, knock" I said taping on the door frame. "What do you want?" he huffed harshly. That was it I was sick of him being pissed at me for no good reason. I just had it up to the last point with him. "OK look, I know you don't like me very much, but you can't just dislike me and not tell me a reason for it! What did I do!?".

"You did nothing Bella!" He shouted. He looked as if he were about to cry. I got fed up, my eyes started watering. "Don't cry. Don't fucking cry!" I thought to myself. "Well then why do you hate me so much!?" I yelled back walking up to him, my voice breaking on the last word. "I don't hate you Bella! I...just don't like when the guys let another person into the band." He said, looking as if he regretted saying those words. "So your jealous? You think I'm gonna replace you?" I wispered, I gave up and let the tears flow down my cheeks. Frank stood up, put his thumbs under my eyes and wiped the tears away. "I'm sorry I'm such an ass at times. No all the time. It's just I didn't want you getting hurt because everybody who has joined this band gets hurt, really bad". He said slowly, embracing me in hug. This was weird. Hugging Frank was like trying a piece of chocolate for the first time when you were kid. It was...nice. "Getting myself hurt was my fault. If I hadn't gone off with stupid Colm none of this would've never happened! (Colm was the son of the man who tried to kill us all in the car-chase, I trusted him, I believed that he didn't want to do the things his father told him to do, so I let him in and I did what he said if I believed it would help him. I ran away with him so me and him could get away from both bands-Colm was in a band-turns out...he played me) I can be so stupid at times I just-" I was cut off with Franks lips against mine. What was he doing!? I don't know how it happened, but I found myself kissing him back. He tighted his grip around me, and pushed me against the wall, kissing me harder before he slid his tounge into my mouth. "I've wanted to do this the moment you turned 16" he whispered in my ear, gasping before meeting my lips again. He pulled me over to the couch and lay on top of me, not breaking our kiss for a split second. He bit down on my bottom lip before putting his tounge back in my mouth. I moaned in amusement. I was getting light headed from not getting air, I pushed against his chest to let him know I needed to breath, I litterly only had half a second before he kissed me again. He slid his hands down to my waist and began kissing my neck. Now was my chance to breath. He put his hands under my shirt, still at waist level, and started kissing my lips again. It wasn't until his hands were at my bra when I relised what he was trying to do.

"Frank!" I gasped, pushing him away. "What?" he whispered, out of breath. "No...not this" I said trying to sit up, "Why not? you're old enough and it's not as if anyone is going to kn-" I cut him off. "No, besides you have a girlfriend" I protested. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her..." he muttered as if he were embarrassed. "Oh yeah? and what about the fact that she's pregnant? You're hardly gonna knock up two girls, are you?" I asked morosely, regretting the last part, he didn't knock her up. I mean he is still there to support her, it was just an accident. They had no protection so, hey that what happens but it was not going to happen to me! "I'm sorry, just no, I can't!" I said standing up and walking out of the room. "Wait!" he sighed grabbing my arm and spinning me around. "What?!" I hissed, I wasn't going to let him do this, if he tried to continue I guess I could always scream, Gerard's a light sleeper...isn't he?. "Don't go...up to bed, we don't have to do anything, just...stay up with me?" he asked with pleading eyes.

I snapped back to reality. 02:00p.m! I was re-thinking memories longer than I thought. I finished my cereal as fast as I could and jogged back up the stairs to get dressed. I was half way through brushing my hair when my phone started vibrating, 9 out of 10 it's Edward calling to check up on me, I looked at my phone, Ha, wadda ya know? Edward.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bella just calling to see if you're okay."

"Yeah I'm fine, just after breakfast"

"OK, well I'm just done hunting now, I'll be home in about five minutes. Did you get the letter on the table?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Haha, yeah thank you so much! But what did I tell you? I don't want any surprise gifts from you!"

"Well, I just thought you needed to see some old friends."

I could picture him winking at me...wait...old friends? Oh no. He didn't know! Did he?! I quickly said the first thing that came to my mind. "Haha, uh well I gotta go love you bye!" I hung up the phone. If he really does know...and My Chemical Romance knows...this could turn out to be something even worse than vampires coming to kill me.