Shopping with Alice was better than most other times. She didn't complain if I didn't like or want something, which was an improvement. I did end up with a lot of camping clothes, and I didn't see the need if we were only staying three days.

"You'll be needing it," she insisted.

We were now unloading everything from Alice's Porsche, which had supposedly been a present from a relative, but she didn't say which. We weren't leaving until Friday, and it was barely Monday, and already, she was planning ahead. She had all the camping gear we needed ready in Emmett's jeep: four tents. 'It's all we'll really need other than the other obvious things' she had insisted, and I didn't argue. She seemed like she had fun planning things and it was weird how everything always came out the way she had planned it.

It was the middle of summer, but even though, huge, dark, grey clouds were rolling in, making it seem dark.

"I'm glad we got back before that," I said, gesturing toward the clouds.

"Me, too." She did sound pleased for some reason, but it didn't sound as if it were for the same reason as me.

We hurried inside just as the first few drops of water dropped on us.

Jasper was in the living room, sitting on the couch, waiting for Alice. She danced over to him and whispered something to him I couldn't hear.

"Ill be right back," she called, flying up the staircase.

I stood there waiting for Alice, trying not to get intimidated by Jasper. He always seemed s timid; it made me timid for some reason, too. I had never really talked to him, and sometimes it surprised me that he wasn't as enthusiastic about everything like Alice. Then Jasper looked up at me with a small smile.

"Looks like it's going to be a heck of a storm," he pointed out.

I realized I could hear the sound of the rain hitting against the roof.

"I guess." I didn't know what else to answer.

"Are you planning to go home in the middle of the storm?" His question reminded me of the time. It was almost eight. I could feel my eyes widen in horror.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He looked as if he was about to stand.

Alice came back down then, and I ran to her.

"Alice! I need to go home, but the storm seems pretty bad. What do I do?"

"You can call Charlie and tell him you'll be spending the night here," she said with glee.

"But" I tried to debate.

"Bella, do you think I would risk letting you drive at this time in this storm? No. Now go call Charlie before he starts to get worried," she explained, before pushing me gently toward the phone.

I dialed Charlie's number in and tapped my fingers on my leg as I waited for him to answer.

"Hello?"

"Ch-Dad? It's me, Bella."

"Bella, I was getting worried. Where are you? The weather looks pretty bead. I thought you had an accident or something. I was about to go searching for you" he said, almost screaming in worry.

"I'm at the Cullens, Dad. I'm safe, but Alice won't let me leave- because of the weather." I explained, looking up at Alice, who had a grin on her face.

"She did the right thing. I don't think it is going to stop for quite a while. Do you want me to go pick you up?" he asked.

"No! No, I was wondering if I could spend the night here with Alice. I'll get home as soon as possible in the morning," I replied.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jasper's head come up and Alice's turn to him. They were having their on little conversation. One I couldn't hear.

"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow, honey. Oh! And before I forget, Jake called."

"Thanks, Dad. Bye," I said before hanging up. I would have to remember to call him back later, too.

I walked back to where Jasper and Alice were sitting quietly now.

"He said I could stay," I informed even though I knew they had heard.

"That's great!" she exclaimed, jumping up from besides Jasper.

Coming over to me, she grabbed m by the hand and started pulling me upstairs. It wasn't even that late, and I wondered if she was going to put me to sleep already like a little girl.

Instead, we went up to the third floor, at the end of the hall. Alice knocked on the door and waited. I could hear soft music coming from inside the room, and I wondered whose it belonged-

Edward was at the door, without a shirt. I tried to turn away, but once more, his perfection stunned me. I didn't know how anybody could look that… perfect.

He was staring at me as I stared at him. I could feel my face getting all hot. His expression seemed calm and peaceful, and I hoped he didn't notice. When I finally turned to Alice, she was still smiling. It was as if it were all she did, except she didn't have laugh lines, so it didn't make much sense.

"Edward, we were wondering if you would like to join us downstairs for a kind of sleepover. I know it sounds childish," she explained, "but it'll be so much fun!" She was jumping up and down now, clapping her hands.

Edward's expression didn't seem to change. "Sure, I'll be right down."

The only people downstairs at this point were Alice, Jasper, Edward, and me. I had no idea what Alice had planned, and I didn't know if I wanted to find out. We were sitting together on the floor in a circle. Edward was on my right and Alice on my left. Jasper seemed a little farther.

"Okay, so first we should play a game," Alice said with a wicked grin. "What about 'Truth or Dare'?" she suggested.

"No," I groaned, "Please not that."

"Why not?" she asked.

I noticed Edward eyeing her almost as if to warn her about something, as if he didn't want to play that game either.

"Don't be such a chicken. I'm not going to force you to jump off a cliff or anything. You'll be safe with us." It didn't scare me that we were going to play truth or dare, but the fact that she didn't sound too sure about what she had just said.

"Alice, if she doesn't want to play, you shouldn't force her to," Edward interrupted.

"Why? Don't you think it'll be fun? We could finally learn more about each other. I'm tired of keeping it a secret, and so are you; I know why, too." What secret was she talking about now?

"Alice." His voice was low and dangerous.

Suddenly I felt calmer than I should. Shouldn't I be feeling worried that they had a secret? One that could possibly involve me?

"Fine, but it would have been a benefit for you," she argued, sighing.

Edward now looked thoughtful, as did they all. They always seemed as if they weren't even humans. How could they when they were so beautiful anyways? All sitting there like fallen angels from heaven. Communicating with each other in their own way.

"Fine. Lets play," Edward spoke up, breaking the silence.

Should I keep on writing?