This is just a fanfic I wrote because I was bored. I don't know how long I am going to make it. Please review whether you like it or not. Thanks . Hope you enjoy!

P.S. Thank you to all of the reviewers for my one-shot "Quality Time." I am afraid I most likely won't be adding on anything to it. I am considering something with Emmett and Bella now, but it's not set in stone that I will submit it. Thanks again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does.

Edward. A shock of pleasure goes through me whenever I say his name or think about him. I love him, and I know he loves me too. I know that I don't deserve him though. I really don't.

Right now we are in my room. It's around midnight and I should probably be sleeping now. Instead, I wrapped in the arms ofmy vampire. He's humming his song to me, and I am sitting here feeling guilty. Guilty because of one lie that I told, that Edward will never even know was a lie. He trusts me, after all.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to him.

"About what?"

I just shake my head. If I tell him we will get into a major fight. I don't want that.

"Don't worry about it then," he says. "Go to sleep."

I nod, and then drift off into my dreams. The only problem is that I don't only dream about Edward. I also dream about the two people in question. The peoplethat I lied to Edward about.

When I wake up in the morning, Edward is sitting in my rocking chair.

"Good morning," he tells me.

"Morning," I reply.

He is looking at me strangely.

"Bella," he says.

"Yes?"

"Who is Xavier?"

"Oh, um...just a friend I had in Arizona."

"Oh, and Caden?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he was a friend too."

More lies.

"You saidtheir names last night."

"Did I?"

"Yes."

"That's odd. I'll be right back, I need to get together."

While I am getting ready, I think about how to tell Edward the truth. I hate lying to him. I feel guilty for even thinking about Xavier and Caden. How long has it been since I last saw them? It's been two years and four months. I don't know why I am counting, but I am.

"Bella," Edward calls. "We're going to be late."

I open the door and wander down the steps and into the kitchen. I eat the cereal that Edward has prepared for me and then we leave the house. All of my classes are pretty boring as usual.

When lunch came, I practically ran to the table. Rosalie wasn't anywhere near as spiteful towards me anymore, so I sat with Edward and his family everyday now.

I plopped down in my usual spot: next to Alice and Jasper, and across from Emmett and Rosalie.

"Hello, Bella," they all said in unison.

"Hello," I said breathlessly, staring into space.

"What's wrong," Alice asked.

I looked at her and noticed that the others were all looking around suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing. It's nothing."

I didn't sound convincing at all.

"You don't seem like nothing's wrong," Emmett said.

"I'm fine," I said, even though my eyes were saying that opposite.

I felt waves of calm wash over me and shot a grateful glance in Jasper's direction. He smiled at me. They were right, I was acting odd. I needed to calm down, especially before Edward got here.

I needed to stop thinking about Xavier. Xavier and Caden, but mostly Xavier. Once again, I was interrupted from my thoughts by Edward's voice.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi," I replied meekly.

"What's wrong," he asked.

"Gosh, can everyone please stop asking me that! I'm fine!" I noticed I was speaking a little too loud when some people turned to look at our table, and so I lowered my voice. "I would tell you guys if something was wrong, wouldn't I?"

They seemed a little shocked by my outburst, but they didn't say anything, so I figured that they had dropped it.

"Sorry," I murmered.

They nodded.

After a few minutes of silence, Edward spoke.

"Aren't you hungry?"

I looked at him for a moment, scrutinizing his expression. He knew I was hiding something from him.

"No," I sighed.

"Bella," he began. "You really should eat."

"No," I repeat. "I'm not hungry." Then, figuring I needed a better excuse than that, I elaborated. "I don't feel well."

I decided to look around the cafeteria rather than look at the table any longer. That was fast becoming boring. I caught Alice's eye as I was looking around. She knew. I could tell from the look she was giving me. She knew. I gave her a pleading look.

"I'll tell you later," I whispered.

She nodded and began conversing with Jasper like nothing happened. Edward put his hand on my shoulder.

"You'll tell her what later," he questioned.

"It's nothing important Edward."

"If it's nothing important then you can tell me, can't you?"

"Edward," I say, exasperated.

"Fine."

I go back to looking around the cafeteria and immediately regret it. Because standing there in the doorway are none other than the last two people I want to see. And they have spotted me. Great.

I look down immediately, pulling my hair over my shoulder in a pathetic attempt of disguise.

Rosalie had followed my gaze, apparently, because she said, "Who are they?"

At this, everyone averted their eyes to the figures that I had looked away from.

"They're coming over," Emmett said, sounding surprised.

"Bella," Edward said.

I looked up at him. I was careful not to meet his eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that they really were coming over to our table though.

"Do you know them," he asked.

"Yes," I whispered, not wanting to lie anymore.

I thought of ways to get away, but I knew that was impossible.

"Can we help you," I heard Alice say. Her voice sounded kind, but I noticed a tinge of frustration in it.

"Bella," they both said.

And with that, I looked up into the eyes of the very two people I thought I had left behind forever. The very two people that I had never wanted to see again. They were actually here. And they wanted to speak with me.