AN: So this is my first fanfic so please be nice! If you like it review and I'll continue. If you don't like it review and I'll stop. Also if any of you have read the mediator series I might turn this into a crossover of that. Tell me if you think I should. Hope you like it!

Bella's POV

The stars were twinkling really brightly that night. I always liked staring up at the bright stars. Especially right before I went to bed. It gave me time to think. Think about things going on in my life. Things from my past and the things I hoped would happen in my future. And then comparing them.

For instance: right now in my life I am totally completely in love with Edward Cullen. Who happens to be a vampire. In my future I wanted Edward to bite me, and turn me into a vampire so we could spend all eternity together. But considering the past, the things he told me about how he doesn't want me to deal with the pain of the transformation, and doesn't want to turn me into a "monster".

The way I see it, if he turned me into a vampire my life would be way better. I mean I'd be pretty, have sharp reflexes, be able to run really, really fast, become really strong, and wouldn't be attacked by other vampires.

I mean, I thought my last argument was a pretty good one considering the events of recent. Meaning you know, that creepo James who was all hunting us down trying to find me so he could totally drink my blood, and leave my remains for my boyfriend and good friends to deal with so that they'd come hunt him down and he could have fun beating the crap out of them. You'd think that something like that happening would convince you're boyfriend that something should be done to protect you from the world of evil blood-sucking vampires out there, right?

Wrong.

Or at least, that's what I knew Edward would say. See, when I say argue, I've sort of used my own imaginative Edward's voice in my head and argued with imaginary Edward about this situation rather facing the real him. See, you can imagine it's a lot easier seeing imaginary-in-my-head Edward get upset with me about the topic, than seeing real life Edward go completely ballistic about the topic, right?

Wrong.

Even though seeing "angry Edward" isn't exactly a cheerful sight, not telling him the way I feel about him not letting me become a vampire, is even worse than telling him. Although he probably already has an idea about my thoughts on the topic, he doesn't know how I really feel. I mean, it would actually be pretty bad if he could hear all the thoughts in my head, and go insane about the fact that I won't stop thinking about the whole vampire deal, right?

Wrong again.

Yeah, I mean at sometimes it's good that he can't read my mind, and sometimes it's bad he can't read my mind. Him knowing my thoughts without me telling him my thoughts would be much easier for me to deal with.

So my conclusion for the night is that it's good that Edward's a vampire when:

I don't want him to know what I'm thinking.

Some crazy psycho wants to attack me.

I'm about to fall flat on my face and embarrass myself in front of the entire Forks High School population, but his super quick reflexes save my dignity and pride.

Yeah, that last one happened the other day.

So now I've figured out my pro's here are my cons for Edward being a vampire:

He can control me since he's super quick and super fast.

He's better than me at everything.

Well, he's better than everyone at anything.

He dazzles me.

He's so darn stubborn.

Oh yeah and there's also this other little detail I forgot about. It's not that important though it's just you know, his craving for my blood and to feed off of mountain lions.

Other than that he's pretty much you're average boyfriend. And I love him just as much as the average girlfriend.

I sighed and sat up, feeling my back stiffen as I did. Yeah well, Bella that would be what you get for lying on the roof of your house staring at the stars for half an hour for the third time this week, I thought to myself. If Edward wasn't away hunting with the family, he'd probably either: tell me I was a reckless fool for lying on my roof. Or: Join me and we'd chat about the meaning of life.

Or you know, whatever amusing thoughts Jessica had had in her mind about Mike that Edward had heard lately. But hey, it's not what you talk about it's the people you're with is what they say.

I stood up and crawled back through my window. A quick glance at my clock told me it was 11:30pm. Oh, wonderful. Tomorrow was Monday, meaning I'd have a slow enough start to the day as it was. But now I'd also be tired. OK now, Bella, suck it up and get it together. I slowly walked over to my bed, climbed, under the covers, turned off my lamp, and eventually drifted off to sleep.