Sorry to keep y'all waitin' but I been kinda busy lately, so now I present you with another chapter. Please enjoy it. And review.

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Shhoouutt oouuttss t-t-t-to: Mrs. "I can be serious sometimes" i.e. Thea…erm…and…I guess that's it. Oh, right, Hoochy, Douchey, and Clite. There are too many other people to name so I'll leave it at that.

ENJOY! Or else.

EPOV

"Hello?"

"Hiii my little Eddie-poo!"

Damn. I should have known.

"Hi, Kate. What is it?"

"Wh…Ed …I…You see…Edwar…" She couldn't even finish a sentence.

"Kate, I'm driving. If you don't tell me what you want, I'm going to hang up."

I could practically hear her pouting through the phone. I rolled my eyes.

"Well. As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me; I need $150.00," she told me, a slight bit of hostility tainting her voice. I groaned into the reciever, and asked, "Why do you need that much money?" knowing that wasn't the response she was expecting.

My dad is the most reputable doctor in all of Forks, Washington. I get that. I have money. A lot of money. I get that, too. What I don't get is why Kate thinks that just because we're going out, she doesn't need to get a job, and she can ask for money from me whenever she wants. I had a pretty good idea of what she was going to spend this money on. Today, I was going to stand up to her.

I could hear her tapping her long, slender fingers on the table. In my head, I imagined her laying across the sofa, her hand resting on the coffee table next to it. Excuse me, I meant laying across my sofa, with her hand on my coffee table. I was getting so fed up with her. She waited for me to coo, and say something like 'Oh, of course Kate! I would love to waste more money on you just so you can blow it, and buy some piece of crap thing that you don't need! Here. Take all my money. While you're at it, why don't you take my house, and my car, and everything else I posess. Please, take my soul too! Maybe you can use it, cause God knows you don't have one…' I faintly smiled at the thought of just letting Kate have it. No holding back.

I had always been so overly protective of her, physically and emotionally. And she didn't appreciate it one bit. She would constantly beg me for money, and clothes, and accessories, and so many goddamn products, and what do you know? Everything was thrown away with reasons of "This stuff doesn't work!" and "This is so out of style!" The wosrt part was that I never did anything about it. Because, to tell you the truth, I was scared. Scared that she would leave me. Scared that she would go find someone better; better than me, and better for her. I was scared that I would never find someone else. I didn't care that she was rude to me, and that she was ungrateful. She was all I had. For a second there, I even thought we belonged together.

None of that mattered now.

"Look, Edward. I thought we had a deal. I don't ask you questions about how you spend your money, and you don't ask how I spend mine," she informed me. This was the first time I had ever heard that rule.

"First of all," I told her "- we never had that agreement, and second of all, the only reason I can't ask you how you spend your money is because you don't have any money! Any money you're spending is mine. Got it? And, furthermore, I'm never giving you money again. Ever."

I snapped the phone closed, and took my eyes off the road for three seconds so I could put it back into my pocket.

That was when I heard it.

A car screeching, obviously slamming on the brakes.

Then I felt it.

A sudden jolt backwards, followed by a loud crashing noise. My head flew forward and landed on the soft yet uncomfortable airbag.

I went through a four-way stop. I crashed into another car. I didn't know how or if I was going to make it out alive. All I could to in that moment was pray.

Pray for my life. Pray for my family, my friends. Pray that I wasn't going to die. I prayed, and prayed, and prayed. Not yet had I realized that if I was praying, that probably meant I was still alive.

The crash was so undersized, that I actually kind of felt like an idiot. I was just praying for my life, and yet my car was only missing a headlight, and was kind of scratched up in the front. That was it. The car I hit had no more than a dent or two and some scratches along the sides, though I couldn't tell if those were from me because the car was a piece of crap. It was a 1953 Chevy pickup. It was rusty, but you couldn't really tell do to it's cherry red color. Still, there was some sort of…charm…to it.

I soon realized that the person I had hit wasn't getting out of their car, so I decided to go check on them. I opened my door, and as soon as I stepped out, I could see the skid marks in the middle of the road. I tried my best to ignore them, for they brought a sort of guilt to the pit of my stomach. It tingled up my back and through my spine. Right up my neck, and into my ears, until soon my entire face had reddened. I quickly shook the guilt away. Right now, I had things that I needed to do. I could feel guilty later.

I slowly and very carefully made my way over to the truck. I stood in front of the driver's door, and tried to peer inside, but the car had tinted windows. I knocked three times on the glass. Inside, I could see a very faint movement that signaled being. I pulled on the door handle, and it easily gave. The door opened wide, and inside was a petite body. The head was resting lazily on the deployed airbag, and the rest of the – her – body stay slouched in the seat.

I quickly shook her, trying to wake her up. She made no effort to even tell me if she was okay or not.

I quickly felt the guilt again. I tried harder to wake her up while wishing that there was some way I could have protected her from the accident. I wished I had powers; super strength or super speed. I wished that I could have prevented myself from hitting her in the first place. I felt even more guilty now. What if she didn't wake up? I thought myself a horrible person. That would make me a killer.

I saw the girl's body move, and heard her moan. She lifted her head, and winced as the morning's sunlight shone in her eyes. She groaned, and looked like she was about to fall asleep. With everyone watching, I carefully lifted her delicate, 100lb body up, carried her over to the bed of the truck, and carefully set her up-right. I ran and grabbed the spare blanket from my trunk, bringing it back over to her, and wrapping her in it. She was still shivering, but she looked up at me and mouthed, "thanks."

I calmly smiled and nodded as she took a few deep breaths. She opened her eyes up again, and said, "I-I'm Bella S-swan." I nodded, and said, "Bella? Hi, I'm Edward Cullen." She grinned at me, and said, "Well, Mr. Cullen, I do thank you very much. You saved my life!" Her eyes lit up, and I couldn't help but get lost in them. "I mean, you pulled me out of the car, and you brought me out here. I must say, you're my hero."

I chuckled a little, quietly to myself. This made me think back to when I wished I could have been her hero.

I suddenly felt that small twinge of guilt once again. "I'm the hero…" I muttered to myself. I looked up to Bella.

"What if I'm not the hero? What if I'm…the bad guy?"

BPOV

"You're not," I told him, firmly, "I can see that."

He shook his head. "Bella, I don't mean to be rude-"

I cut him off, "Then don't be…" Edward Cullen had just saved my life, and now he was claiming that he was the bad guy. I couldn't get over the fact of how wrong he was.

He rolled his eyes, and continued. "I don't mean to be rude, but you don't know me. You don't know what I'm like, and I'll bet that you don't know that I'm the one that hit you…" he trailed off. I had been so dazed and confused that I had completely forgotten about the other driver. I stared at him shocked.

"A-are you o-okay?" I stumbled over my words. He practically glared at me, and almost yelled "Am I okay? AM I OKAY?!?!"

I nodded. "Uh, yeah…I'm pretty sure that's what I asked…"

"I'm fine! You're the one who almost passed out!" he huffed and began pacing back and forth.

After a minute, he stopped, turned to face me, opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it and resumed his pacnig. He did this four times. Eventually he stopped pacing, and began rubbing his temples. He took a deep breath, and let it out obviosly trying to calm himself down.

He came and sat next to me on the bed of the truck. "Look, Bella. I can't even explain to you how sorry I am for hitting you it's ju-" I didn't give him a chance to finish. I looked at him, baffled, and said, "Edward. Why do you keep apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong. Look. I'm fin-" This time he cut me off. He was pinching the bridge of his nose, and this made his voice sound very nasal as he begged, "Please don't say your fine. If you really care about my well being, don't. Tell. Me. That. You're. Fine." His voice grew louder and louder, and he might as well have spit the last words out at me. I automatically flinched. His face fell, and he suddenly looked very apologetic.

Just like Renesmee.

I then realized why I felt like I knew Edward. He looke like her. Like Renesmee. Exactly like Renesmee. He stood up and walked over to his parked car, saying that he had to call the insurance company. I used the opprotunity to look at him.

His green eyes pierced through my soul, as cheesy as that my sound. He had pretty short, curly golden hair the same color as Renesmee's had been. The natural streaks in it corresponded perfectly with the main color, and in the bright morning, I could have sworn he was…sparkling. He looked to be about 6'2" and he was buff. Very buff. He had the perfect body, and the little bit of stubble he had growing made him look very rugged. I couldn't help but ogle him.

I had to kick myself mentally for thinking about him like that. I do have a boyfriend, I told myself. I decided that the safest thing to do would be to call my insurance company also.

So I got up, pulled out my phone, and dialed.

~*~*~*~

I got home a few hours later expecting Jake to be relaxing or something. Then I remembered the note, and my temporary gaiety wavered. I made my way into the kitchen and dug through the fridge looking for something to eat. I pulled out some leftover chicken, sniffed it, then the gag reflex kicked in, and I immediately threw the chicken away. I decided that making fresh pasta would be the best idea. I pulled out my recipe for fettuccine alfredo.

First, I poured one serving of pasta into the pot of boiling water (with a pinch of salt), and let it cook. When it was done, I took it off the stove, drained it, and set it aside. I pulled out a larger skillet, and melted some butter. I found the pre-chopped garlic that we had in the fridge, and I sauteed a tablespoon of it for about a minute. Then I stirred in about a cup of half and half and cooked that for 4 minutes stirring constantly. When it was hot enough, I stirred in the fettuccini, some parmesan cheese, and some salt and pepper. I mixed it all up, and let it cool for a little while I went and checked the mail.

There were three letters for Jacob, a savings newspaper which I threw away. Nothing interesting. I resumed my pasta eating.

I sat down on the couch, and flipped through the channels on the tv, looking for something to watch. I saw that Halloween was on, so I decided to watch that.

Right at the part where Michael Meyers sneaks into the room and is about to murder the poor girl…my doorbell rang. I flew off the couch, and cowered behing a plant. Then I realized that it was just the doorbell, so I nervously walked over to the door, and looked through the peep-hole.

It was Alice and Jasper.

I unlocked the door, and let them in. "Sorry I didn't make any for you guys…I wasn't…really.. expecting…" I trailed off. Alice shrugged, and asked "What'cha watching?"

"Halloween," I told her. Jasper grinned, and took a seat on the couch. Alice followed. I followed the two of them, and soon the three of us were enthralled in the movie. I decided that I wasn't going to tell them about the crash because I knew they would overreact.

About half-way through the movie, someone's hand grabbed the back of my neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs, which cause Alice to scream also.

Jasper just sat there laughing.

He was the one who grabbed me. "God damn you, Jasper! You scared the living shit out of me!" He laughed some more, and Alice smacked him hard in the middle of the chest.

When the movie was over, Jasper asked me "Hey Bella? Would you happen to have any spare bottle caps that you don't need?"

I gaped at him. "J-jasper? Why do you need bottle caps?"

He shrugged.

"I don't know…It kind of just came to me…"

DUN DUN DUN! Teehee. I love cliff hangers.

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