Hmm... I appear to have lost motivation. With my laptop not turning on for me to attempt to fix it, and me being too busy to bring it anywhere yet, I'm still stuck on the desktop and it's absolutely dreadful for writing. Today was the first day I've written since I updated Camarilla, and that's just because I felt bad and made myself write. I'm sorry.

I'll update Clandestine next, then Camarilla, then The Lighthouse. Also, I'm making a few more livejournal entries eventually. I've apparantly lost motivation for THAT as well.

things are busy with work and getting ready for university, so wish me well, and tell my back to stop hurting :(

Accident and Emergency

Chapter Two: Emergency Room Blues.

Edward's head had been in his hands for the last half an hour. He didn't speak aside from his continued muttering of 'Oh, God…" over and over again, and just shook his head back and forth. I was terrified that he was reliving some sort of awful memory of his biological parents' death, but his parents seemed pretty calm about the whole thing. Esme, his mother, even brought us in a plate of cookies and glasses of milk, which seemed sort of ironic to me. As though this was some sort of after school special.

My parents and Edward's were out in the road, moving our cars into their respective driveways, having already received statements from Edward and myself. No one was at fault really, both of us were to blame.

"Edward?" I murmured at one point, hoping to attract his attention. I saw our parents standing outside the living room window, their muffled voices carrying through the glass. "Are you alright?"

He let out a loud groan and what sounded like a sob before he pulled his hands over his face and looked at me with wide eyes. "I can't believe my car is bashed up like that," he mumbled, face emotionless.

Wait… what?

"I know, it's pretty bad. My trucks not so scratched up, but Charlie says the motor is gone. No more vehicle for me." Edward's head went back into his hands, mourning the loss of his Volvo. "But Edward… how are you feeling aside from that?"

"Oh, I'm perfect, peachy keen," he said simply, sitting up straight and picking up a cookie, dipping it into the milk.

"So… you're not upset about the accident?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I'm mostly upset about the damage to my car. I'm going to miss it. But I am happy I hit you. No one else would have been so understanding or anything." He looked at me, chewing the cookie thoughtfully. I blushed and stared at my feet and the lovely carpeting.

"Oh, God, are you worried about the whole thing with my real parents?!" he whispered, leaning forward to me. I didn't say anything, my throat closed and I blushed darker, looking away.

"Bella, I'm fine, really. It was a very long time ago. I hardly even remember them, which is terrible of me to say, but I've gotten used to it. They were good people, but Esme and Carlisle are my parents now. I'm okay, trust me." He smiled sweetly at me, reaching out a hand to touch my own.

"Alright kids," my Dad announced, walking into the room with all the other adults behind him. "Everything's alright, and it's all cleaned up. Bella your truck looks fine, but I guess it sort of had a heart attack. It won't work again, I'm sorry." I smiled weakly at him and shrugged.

"It's alright Dad, it was sort of on its last life anyway." I stood up and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, my mother holding on to my hand.

"Edward, I hate to say it son, but your car… she's totaled, basically." Edward's face dropped and paled, his father's hand clasped his shoulder. "It doesn't look like much damage is done but…" Charlie trailed off when he saw Edward bury his face in his hands again. He wasn't listening. I could tell he didn't want to talk to anyone, probably definitely not me.

"Bye," I murmured, looking to his parents and they smiled weakly while I turned and left as fast as possible.

I stood in the kitchen back home and downed a glass of water before my parents had crossed the street and come inside.

"Bella, are you okay?" My mother asked, standing next to me and watching my face carefully. I nodded, still looking frightened beyond belief I'm sure.

"I'm just accepting the fact that Edward is going to hate me for life after this…" I mumbled. Charlie rolled his eyes and pulled a Tupperware container filled with macaroni salad from the fridge.

"Don't be ridiculous," he mumbled, opening the lid and giving it a sniff. "Why would Edward hate you? Neither one of you is at fault; it's just that he was driving a kitten while you were in a dinosaur, basically." I gulped, the sick feeling I'd had in my stomach since the accident returning.

"One thing I'd like to ask you Bella, is if you want me or your mother to drop you off in the morning, or if you'd rather take the bus." Pfft. That was an easy question to answer.

Get dropped off in a police cruiser where everyone would see me, or be dropped off an hour before anyone even began arriving for school.

I'd take my chances with the bus.

"I'll take the bus tomorrow, Dad," I mumbled, picking up a plate of food and heading upstairs.

The next day I woke up to another muted autumn, day. I opened the window and stretched widely, noticing that it was cooler than usual. Probably getting the trees ready to drop their leaves already. The curtains to Edward's room were still pulled shut. I didn't know if he was planning on going to school today or mourning the loss of his car.

Both of my parents were gone when I got downstairs, dressed in jeans, a green t shirt and a black sweater, I even decided to attempt accessorizing with a scarf, hopefully pleasing my fashion obsessed friend. I left my hair down, falling over my shoulders and pulled on my sneakers why standing at the counter and waiting for the toaster.

I pulled my messenger bag over my shoulder and made my way outside, the toast hanging from my mouth as I looked over my schedule, making sure once again that everything was the way it should be. I stood at the end of the road, waiting for the giant yellow monstrosity to pull up while other cars sped by.

I heard a deep rumble of an engine as the bus rounded the corner and started down the street towards me. I pushed the last bit of my breakfast into my mouth and bent to pick up my bag again. That was when I noticed Edward walking slowly down the street, his hair askew and his eyes cast to the ground. Evidently he needed to catch the bus as well.

I climbed the large steps and stopped, noticing how slowly Edward was walking. "He needs to catch the bus too," I told the driver. "Will you wait for him?" The old man nodded and I turned to look down the aisle.

This was exactly why I did not get on the bus. Towards the back kids were throwing things and hitting each other, and as this was probably the only bus than ran through this tiny town, the rest of the seats were taken. I sat down in the very front, right next to the driver.

I moved to the inside, leaning against the window and watched as Edward looked up at the bus the closer he got before reaching his hands out to steady himself as he climbed the stairs. "Thanks," I heard him say to the driver. The door closed and the bus took off, and I had a feeling that Edward was making the same assessment of the bus situation that I had.

"Bella?" I heard him murmur. I looked up at him; his brow was furrowed as he looked ahead of him. "May I sit with you?" I smiled weakly and nodded, letting him sit down before looking back out the window. Of course, it didn't help my mood that I was acutely aware of him next to me. This was the closest we'd been. Closer than Biology labs, for sure.

We didn't speak the entire ride to school, and we didn't speak as we climbed off before anyone else, and we didn't say goodbye as we separated to get to our first period classes. We didn't speak for the rest of the day.

Alice, the hyperactive fashionable friend met me at the end of my third period class to walk to lunch with me, and noticed something that I hadn't all day.

"Why are you rubbing your neck so much?" she asked curiously. I only realized then that I had been doing it all day, there was a small aching pain that was more irritating than anything. It made me feel stiff.

"I was in an accident last night," I mumbled. "I hit Edward Masen's car." Alice's eyes widened, I thought they'd pop out of her head.

"Jeez, you guy are alright, right?"

"We're alive," I mumbled. The pain in my neck flared and I froze in the lunch line to rub it away as quickly as I could.

"You should get that checked out, Bella," Alice pointed out, carrying my tray to our table. "Even if it's a minor accident, you could have serious repercussions." I nodded.

"Can you give me a lift to the hospital when we're done eating?" I asked. She smiled brightly and nodded. I'd more than likely miss Biology, but if it meant sitting next to a boy who pretty much hated my guts by now, I was willing to skip.

Alice dropped me off at the hospital with enough time for her to get back to the school before lunch was over. I stopped at a pay phone on the way in and let my mother know that I was getting a check up before I went in and began filling the necessary forms.

To my surprise, they let me through rather quickly. An older nurse led me down a hallway and into a room with two beds. I sat on one and pulled off my sweater and unwrapped my scarf.

"The doctor will be in to see you in just a moment, it shouldn't be too long." I smiled and nodded, pulled a book out from my school bag and began to read.

After about ten minutes I heard voices down the hallway, so I marked my page and put it away, prepared to look like I hadn't been waiting that long. My stomach lurched when I saw who walked in the door and sat on the other bed. Fate was definitely cruel to me these past few days.

"Hello Bella," Edward said with a small smile. "You decided to skip Bio too?" he joked. I laughed lightly and nodded.

"You're not hurt are you?" I asked quietly when the nurse left. He frowned and looked at me carefully.

"Just a bit of whiplash, I guess. More an annoying pain in my neck than anything. You?"

"It's the same here." We both smiled and luckily, before finding more awkward conversation, Edward's father walked in, sighing as he looked between the two of us.

It didn't end the way I wanted it too, but I'm in a hurry and I plan on putting the bit at the end of this in the beginning of the next chapter :)

Review, if you're still reading, and if you're not ridiculously angry with me.