Do I own Edward, Bella, and the rest of the Twilight gang? I wish! Do I own applesauce? I might... o wait! I just ate the last little cuppie thing. Bummer!!

Whoot! Chapter two is finally up!

Sorry it took so long, but ya know... I happen to have a life :P LOL

But really I had a family reunion, and today is my mom's birthday... or well yesterday since it's past midnight. Yeah, that's how much I love you guys! I stay up past midnight so you don't have to wait an extra day. You little lucky ducks! LOL.

So, what will you do in return? Well... (smiles evilly) You could read my story and review, cause it would be very kind of you :D... but ya know... just if you wanna... not gonna force nuttin.

So... enough of my stupid rambling... time for chapter two of, DUM DUM DUM DUM! THE REASON!

You- APPLAUSE! CHEERS! APPLAUSE! CHEERS! APPLESAUCE! YUM!

Me- Bows gratefully(hmm did I spell that right?)

Anywho, to all of you who read my stupid authors note, I'm done!

BellaChristopher


"C'mon, Bella!" Edward called from inside their Escalade. "We don't wanna be late!"

I raced forward, waving to my parents over my shoulder. I was almost to the car when I tripped.

Closing my eyes, I waited for impact, but it never came. I looked up to see Emmett laughing his head off and Edward holding me up. He smiled crookedly as I scrambled into the car. I blushed a deep crimson, only making Emmett laugh harder.

I slid in back between Alice and Jasper. "Hey, Bella," Alice said distractedly. She was looking out the window with worry in her eyes. I turned to Jasper and asked quietly. "Do ya know what's up?" He shrugged his shoulders and kept his eyes on Alice.

"Um… Alice?" I asked softly.

"Yeah?" she said, turning to face me.

"Er… I was just wondering what's up…" I said quietly.

She leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "I have a… feeling that something bad is going to happen today." Her eyes were wide with fear, and I understood why.

A couple months ago, Alice had sworn something bad was going to happen, and that night, Esme fell off a ladder when she was painting the Cullen's house. She ended up with a concussion and a broken foot.

I was the only one who Alice had ever told, cause she trusted me. I haven't even told Edward! Her biggest fear is that people would find out and think she was crazy. Even though we were only in first grade, Alice was already worrying about her "reputation".

"I'm sure it's gonna be okay," I assured her quietly. "I mean, there're no ladders at soccer games so…" I grinned.

Alice stuck her tongue out at me to hide the fact that she didn't believe me. I knew she didn't… I was an awful liar so what was the point? But then she noticed my outfit. A major uh oh on Alice's what not to wear list. I swear, she's gonna be the next Stacie London. She opened her mouth to insult my jeans and sweatshirt outfit, but I put a finger to her mouth. "Don't start," I begged. She let it go… for now, and turned to talk to Jasper.

Jasper and Edward were best buddies, but Edward hasn't forgotten me… yet.

We pulled into the parking lot next to the field where Edward and Jasper were going to have their soccer game. We scrambled out of the car, wanting to get good seats. We found spots on the front row of the bleachers and sat down to wait for the game to begin.

Edward and Jasper ran onto the field to practice shooting on their goalie. Tyler was a pretty good goalie, but he could never save Edward's shots.

Mr. and Mrs. Hale and Rosalie, Jasper's twin sister, arrived only a few minutes after us. "Hi!" Alice and I chirped. Alice was still a little shaken about her feeling, but she was more composed now.

Rose went to sit down next to us, when Emmett shouted, "Hey!" We turned to look at him, and I wondered why he was sitting a row behind us. "I saved ya a seat, Rosie," he said, patting the bench area next to him.

Rose rolled her eyes, but went to sit next to Emmett anyway. A triumphant grin lit up his face as she sat next to him. Stretching, he put his arm over her shoulder, and Rose left it there.

"Ewww!" Alice and I moaned. We looked away from them and back to the game which had started.

Edward had the ball and was dribbling toward the other team's goal. He was about to shoot when a big kid with black hair ran over and shoved him down.

"FOUL!" Emmett screamed.

I stared wide eyed at Alice. Her expression mirrored mine. "It's gonna be Edward, isn't it?" I said quietly.

Alice nodded. She was about to fall apart, and I needed to get her out of here. I was no good with diversions… what the heck should I do? And then it hit me.

"Um… Carlisle?" I said quietly.

"Yes, Bella?" he said, turning his attention away from the game.

"Er… I have to go to the, er, bathroom," I said.

"Oh, it's right over there," Carlisle said, pointing to a small brick building to our right.

"I don't see it," I said, squinting my eyes. I stepped lightly on Alice's foot, hoping desperately that she'd get the hint.

"I can show you, Bella!" Alice said in her usual happy voice. If I didn't know something was up, I wouldn't be able to notice the slightly dead sound of her voice. "C'mon," she said, tugging me toward the bathroom.

"Alice, you gotta pull yourself together!" I whisper-shouted once we got into the bathroom.

"I know!" she moaned. "If Edward gets hurt, it's gonna be all my fault!" She slumped down on the ground, not caring that it wrinkled her designer dress. Not very Alice-like behavior.

I sat down next to her and gave her a gentle hug. "C'mon, Alice. We should probably get back out there." I stood up and walked to the door, but when I didn't hear Alice's light step behind me, I turned back.

She was still sitting in the corner, but she was having some sort of panic attack. Her eyes were unfocused… distant… almost as if she wasn't even here. She was shaking convulsively, and her breath was coming in quick short gasps. "Alice?" I shouted. I raced to her side and shook her, which was really no help since she was already shaking. Just my luck, the bathroom was completely empty.

I ran through options in my head…

Option one- I could slap Alice like they sometimes did in TV… who knew if it really worked, but it could be worth a try.

Option two- I run outside and leave Alice alone… having her weird panic attack… so I can go get Carlisle.

Option three- I sit here like an idiot next to my best friend and wait for some stranger to come in to help us.

Option one wasn't very appealing, but after thinking a bit, I realized it was probably the best thing I have. So, I drew my hand back, and slapped Alice across the face.

She jolted, ansd her eyes focused, and the shaking stopped. "It's happened," she murmured. "I didn't stop… I couldn't…"

I held her close and shushed her every so often, but her words frightened me. It's happened… what was that supposed to mean? Did Edward get hurt? If he did, why were we sitting in a bathroom instead of helping him?

"Alice… if… if it's happened, we have to get out there." She nodded, and stood up shakily.

"Gimme a sec please," she asked. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them, you couldn't tell that there was utter turmoil raging inside her head. Huh… I'd have to ask her how to do that for future reference. But right now there was a more important thing. And that was being there for my best friend.

We raced out of the bathroom and to our seats to see the both the teams, the coaches, and Carlisle circled around an area next to the other team's goal.

"What happened!?" I asked Emmett, feigning surprise. Even though I knew what was going to happen, it hit me like a punch in the gut. Ouch.

Emmett eyes were murderous as he answered me. "That big kid from earlier slid into Edward's legs, knocking him down. Edward threw his hand out to catch his fall, and the kid rolled full force into him. That kid is like the human King Kong- even Edward wasn't tough enough to withstand his power." Emmett shook his head disgustedly. "Anyway, you could hear this real sick snap, and could see Edward's arm…" he trailed off, an involuntary shiver running down his spine.

My breath caught in my throat, and I became completely still. "BELLA!" Alice shouted. She shocked me out of my trance. I sucked in a breath of air, relief washing over my lungs. Looks like I'd forgotten to breathe again.

"I-is he gonna be okay?" I stuttered to Emmett.

He nodded and patted my head softly. That was odd for Emmett to be reassuring someone. I must really look like I'm flipping out. "Dad's out there checking him out, and ya know Dad, best doctor in the whole state of Washington. Look, here they come!"

I hopped up, and stood on tiptoe to try to catch a glimpse of my friend. I saw him. He was curled into Carlisle's chest, his body shaking with silent sobs. He was cradling his arm, and whimpered whenever it was jostled.

"Get in the car kids," Carlisle commanded. We all stumbled in our haste to get to the car, me especially. I could tell Edward was in pain; he never ever cried. When he saw me staring at him, he smiled crookedly for an instant before it was replaced with a grimace.

Worry gripped me, as we sat in the car. This time I sat in the bucket seat next to Edward so I could hold his uninjured hand. He squeezed so hard that I sometimes thought that he broke a bone.

As we pulled into the hospital parking lot, I gripped Edward's hand tighter, not wanting to let him go for a minute. He was my life-vest; he was the only thing that was keeping me from drowning in my lake of despair. I know it's dramatic, but it's true!

When I had to let his hand go, it felt like part of me left with him, if that makes sense.

I knew that I would never be whole without Edward there, and I wondered… was our friendship turning into something more for me? I'd never thought of Edward as one of those people who I'd be crushing on, but that's almost what it seemed like. I brushed that thought to the side. There was no point in hoping when Edward obviously didn't like me back. Who would?


One month later

"Drat," Edward grumbled as he dropped his spoon once again.

"I really don't understand why you can't just use your left hand for holding your eating instruments," I grumbled as I picked his spoon up for him… again.

"Because, one, it's fun to watch you pick it up for me, and two, I love a good challenge." He grinned crookedly at me. I bit my lip to keep from smiling, but my will power didn't last long. Soon I was grinning with him.

Just to be a smarty, he dropped his spoon again. "Oops!" he said looking at me with fake apology in his eyes. I picked up the spoon and deliberately knocked it on his green cast. "Oops!" I mimicked.

I had signed his cast five times. Jessica Stanley had signed it four times, and Edward had begged me to up that number to five. Okay, well he didn't really say that. I just couldn't stand to be beat by Jessica. Not at all good for my already very small ego.

He dropped his spoon with a clatter again. "You know what, why don't I just feed you," I suggested.

"Okay," he said, opening his mouth wide. I shoved a massive scoop of ice cream into his mouth, purposefully getting some on his cheeks. He frowned. "It's on!" He grabbed a handful of ice cream with his good hand and shoved it in my face. Soon, we were having a full blown ice cream fight. I had a major advantage since I had two good hands, or else Edward would've been winning.

We heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and I looked at Edward. His face was full of fear and shock, as was mine, but when we saw each other covered in ice cream, we cracked up. I fell off my stool and landed with an oomph on the ice cream covered wood floors. Edward laughed even harder, and I pulled him onto the ground with me.

In a matter of seconds, we were rolling around on the ice cream covered ground.

Then Esme walked in.


To say the least, we were in major trouble. I was banned from Edward's house for a week, as he was banned from mine. If it wasn't for school, I probably would've gone crazy.

Life without Edward was tough, and I had trouble not being able to hang out with him. It was like taking candy away from a baby- terribly cruel. We were allowed to call each other, so every night before bed, I would call him. We would talk for at least a half an hour, about everything and anything. As I laid down in my bed to sleep, I replayed our whole conversation in my head. I was in my happy place.


Haha... happy place :D Just had to throw that in :P I know, I'm naughty.

So... how'd you like it? If you did like it that is... it's okay if you didn't really. I just wanna have your opinion so I can be a better author. Too cheesy? Ok... I won't do that again... sorry guys.

Thanks oodles to all those people who read and REVIEWED my story. It means so much to me. Oh wait... I'm getting cheesy again... Drat! LOL.

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BellaChristopher