Hey people!

Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews. I am flattered, and very happy.

There are some questions that was asked repeatedly, and so I figured I might as well answer it here.

People were asking me why did Bella had to call Edward "uncle". It sounded too weird. Don't worry, she will stop calling him some time in the near future. Her calling Edward "uncle" is reflective of her feelings toward him. So, right now, she thought of him no more than of a niece to an uncle. And we know that's all gonna change, because I love Edward too much to not change it.

Anyway, you all made me very happy. And happy author write more. So enjoy.

-Stormy Bella

Chapter 2- Territory

If Bella had remembered that she wasn't in Phoenix anymore, she wouldn't have woken up late. If only she had remembered that here in Forks, the sun doesn't really shine even though it was morning, she wouldn't have relied on the sunlight to wake her up, and then she wouldn't be late. But after the whole flight yesterday, plus staying up late with Edward, one could excuse her brain for not function the way she would have wished it to. She didn't set up the alarm last night. In fact, she didn't even remember going to bed last night. As she staggered on her feet, after her fall due to the blanket, she grabbed the clock. 9 am. Oh God, she had made plans with Uncle Edward to go look for the car, and she was two hours late. What would Edward think of her? She scurried into the bathroom with her necessities, and after a 5 minutes bath, she came out, put her wet hair in a pony tail, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, and flew down the stairs. A stream of sounds stopped her in her track.

Sitting in the living room was Edward, in all his perfection, playing the piano. His eyes were gently closed; a single strand of hair fell over his eyes. His fingers were practically dancing on the keys. A melody so soft and light-hearted left his fingers and filled the room with tranquility. He seemed so absorbed in his creation that Bella crept up close to him for a better sound. He was so peaceful that he was almost glowing, and it stole her breath away. He was so beautiful. A smile appeared on his lips.

"Did you have a good night sleep, Bella?" his voice made her jump.

"Yes, Uncle Edward, though why didn't you wake me up?"

"You need a long sleep after the day you had. Besides, I wasn't in a hurry." He stood up and glided into the kitchen. There he pulled out a bowl and pour the cereal into it. Next came the milk. He then handed her the bowl.

"I hope you like Lucky Charm." He said with one of his crooked smiles. He made himself another one as she chewed on hers. Noticing her stare, he raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"You never told me you played so well." She answered his unspoken question.

"Well, you never asked." He smiled. "So, what are we doing today?"

"I thought I should go look for a car, you know. Something cheap, and reliable. No sense in spending a heap of money when I'm only going to be here for four years. Then I was thinking if maybe you could give me a lift to the bookstore, since it's Saturday. You could just leave me there for about two hours or so. If you don't mind, that is." She asked timidly. She never really feels comfortable asking anyone for help, but she knows nothing here, and with her luck, she would probably kill herself on her own.

"No, I don't have anything to do today anyway. In fact, I was thinking that I could drive you to the University for a tour. How about that?" he smiled crookedly.

"That would be great. To be truthful, I'm a little nervous about it really. I'm not the most graceful person in the planet." She admitted truthfully. That way he wouldn't be too concerned if one day he was informed that she had landed herself in the hospital. Because that would happen very often so.

He laughed. And if she thought that his voice was musical, she thought his laugh was angelic. It was like a wind chime when the breeze blew by. She made a mental note to make him laugh more often.

"Well, I think I'm going to change. I'll meet you here in 30 minutes?" he said, rather a question than a statement.

"Okay." She said.

After he left, she sat down on the sofa in the living room. He played the piano so beautifully. She wondered why her mom never told her anything about this uncle. She sauntered to the piano, using her index finger to press on a random note. The sound was high-pitched, yet under Edward's hand it sounded so soft. As she lost herself in her own thought, the bell rang.

She opened the door. In front of her stood a beautiful strawberry blond, in the most revealing outfit Bella could think of. Her perfectly arched eyebrow rose at the sight of Bella. Under her scrutiny Bella felt very uncomfortable. Who was this woman, and why was she looking at Bella strangely?

"Who are you?" the woman voice, obviously not in the friendliest tone.

"Um- I'm-Bella." What kind of question was this? How many people come to someone else's house and ask the owner who they are?

The woman seemed to lost interest in Bella. She glanced over Bella's shoulder, and her face immediately lit up.

"Eddie, honey." She squealed and threw herself in Uncle Edward's arm at the sight of him. Edward seemed to be caught by surprise as she kissed him feverishly. When they pulled apart, he glanced ever so quickly at Bella, his face flushed.

"Um- Bella, this is Tanya, my girlfriend. Tanya, this is Bella, my niece." He introduced them.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Bella extended her hand. Tanya grabbed it with much force that Bella thought she would yelp.

"Pleasure's all mine." Tanya smiled, though her smile didn't reach up her eyes. Then, the blond turned to Edward and said in a loud whisper, intending for Bella to hear. "What is she doing here?"

Edward explained. "She's my sister's daughter, and she goes to the university, so I thought she should live with me until she gets her dorm." Then he changed the subject, obviously trying to making this less awkward that it already was. "Why are you here, Tanya?" he asked.

"I thought we could have a day alone. It is, after all, a Saturday." She cooed seductively into Edward's ear.

"Sorry, Tanya, but I have already made plans with Bella." Edward said, pointing to Bella.

"Hmm- Yes, I'm sure." Tanya said, sending a cold stare in Bella's direction, making her cringe.

"Don't worry Uncle Edward; you don't have to do that. After all, your girlfriend did come all the way over here to see you." Bella shook her head. She might be in need of books, and car, but those are not worth having Tanya hating her.

"You can't say that. I did promise to take you to the bookstore. Besides, I also promised Renee I would look after you. I couldn't go back on my words now." Then, turning to Tanya, he said. "Honey, surely you understand."

"Of course, sugar." She said, still not taking her eyes off Bella. "So, what are you two planning on doing today?" She asked in the coldest voice possible.

"We were going to look for a car, because Bella needs transportation. Then, we would go visit the University before heading to the bookstore on our way home." He smiled at her. For some reason, it wasn't the crooked smile that Bella loved.

"Sounds like a good plan. I need to visit the bookstore too; I haven't been there in a while." She said, completely ignored Bella. What did she ever do to this woman?

"If that's alright with you?" Edward asked, nodding toward Bella's direction.

"Yeah, it's totally fine." Bella said.

"Of course it would be fine, with Bella being the sweet girl that she is." Tanya crooned to Edward, and somehow Bella got the impression that there was a double meaning behind her words.

Within 45 minutes, they have reached Port Angeles. What an awkward ride, Bella thought as she gets off the Volvo. The whole time, Tanya just kept her hands on Edward's lap, and gave him the occasional squeeze that made him squirm uncomfortably in his seat. Bella was so glad to get out.

It took almost two hours for her to set her decision on the Chevrolet red truck. Sure, it may look a little beaten up, and Tanya didn't even try to hide her sneer when she saw it, but it was cheap, and big.

"At least, if I get myself into an accident, which by the way is very likely, then I wouldn't get squished." She murmured as she evaluated the size of the truck. Apparently, Uncle Edward found it very funny because he burst out laughing.

After all the paper work, which Edward had helped her handle, they were now on their way to the University. Bella tried not to pay attention to Tanya, but that proved to be very difficult since Tanya kept on squealing and whispering to Edward, glancing at Bella ever so often. Is she marking her territory or something?

Standing in front of her was an enormous building. Well, maybe it wasn't that big, and probably not that well equipped as the University of Phoenix, but it would do. University of Washington, the place she would spend the next four years of her life. As Uncle Edward led her around campus, she found herself not half as disappointed as she thought she would be. The place wasn't Harvard or Yale, but it wasn't half as bad. Finally, Edward led her to what seemed to be a huge auditorium. There must have been more that a thousand seats in here.

"And this is where I teach." Uncle Edward said proudly. She looked around, taking in all the lights, the technologies, the velvet curtain. "My office is in the back, right across the hall from here. If you have my class, which is very likely, then you would have it here."

Bella didn't say anything. She was so absorbed in everything around her. Ever since she was little, Bella has loved the theater. She had dreamed of being on stage, with thousands of people around her cheering. So the auditorium immediately became her favorite place she has visited today.

After another tour outside, she had visited the libraries, the dormitories, and church, the shops, and the football stadium. Apparently the rain here didn't stop them from playing outside. Bella couldn't imagine what it feels like to be soaked in the rain, tackling other muddy guys. Maybe it was just her, but that didn't seem like a very smart sport.

On their way back to Forks, they stopped at the bookstore. Franklin's Oldest. The moment she stepped into the store, Bella knew that she would be a regular customer of this place. It was an old Victorian house, with stained cream paint on the wall, and few chairs lined up against the wall for the customer to read. Along the walls are built-in shelves that were crowded with books. Some were even stacked on the coffee tables and small desks along the shelves. The books looked rather old, but in good condition. Behind the register table stood a man somewhere in his fifties. He seemed to be thrilled that there were some customers today. After a nod in regard to him, Bella immediately attacked the books. In a matter of seconds, she found her favorite book of all time, Jane Eyre. Carefully, she opened the book to its first page, and she couldn't help a smile forming on her lips. No matter how many times she reads that book, the inspiration never ceases. It was as if Bella had spoken to Jane Eyre herself. The courage, the bravery, the disciplines the Jane had was something that Bella never thought possible. Had it been Bella, she wouldn't leave Mr. Rochester or Thornfield Hall. No, she wouldn't have the strength to defy, leaving her love even if society does scold upon her. But Jane was different, she was strong. As Bella brush the invisible dust off the page, she felt Uncle Edward crept up behind her.

"Jane Eyre? A classic? I didn't know young people this generation read classic anymore." He said incredulously at her choice of book.

She had to laugh at that.

"What's so funny?" Edward had asked.

"Well, Renee always says that I was born 30 and am getting middle aged each year." She smiled. Renee created another age system for Bella, because at 17, the girl was older than Renee ever was.

"I don't understand why people thought that book was good." Started Tanya. "Sure, it was a nice little love story, and a happy ending. But neither the girl nor the guy was very good looking. There was no action, no anticipation. All in all, it was just a plain, boring love story. I think this book is better." She handed them a book called, Lover of the Night, a trashy novel about a vampire and so on.

Bella didn't say anything. She wanted to respect Tanya, avoiding putting Uncle Edward on the spot. But what surprised her most was seeing Edward himself rolled his eyes at Tanya when she turned around.

"Forgive her." He explained. "She is a brilliant actress, but she never was the brightest crayon in the box when it comes to literature."

"No worries, Uncle Edward. After, literature is based on preference." Bella smiled. There is no use getting upset about someone else's opinions. "I'm not that petty, you know."

"I know. And personally, I think Jane Eyre is pretty great too. No one I know had ever showed such courage that Jane had, and I do think that's something." He whispered. "I much prefer it over Wuthering Heights anyway." He smiled.

"Why is that so?" Bella said. She couldn't even imagine a guy reading Wuthering Heights.

"Well, it never felt like a love story for me. The characters pretty much hated each other, and all the problems were created from that hatred. It's more of a hate story than otherwise. And Heathcliff wasn't much of a hero."

"That maybe so, but he seemed pretty great to me." Bella argued. "Yes, he may have been evil, and his evil may have created problems for other people. But all in all, he did all that because of his love to Catherine. He maybe evil, but how many people you know would love someone that much?"

"I don't think love as an excuse for vengeance. I wouldn't do what he did just for love." Edward said.

"And do you know why that is?" Bella challenged. On this topic she wasn't losing.

"Because I am much more sensible?" he guessed.

"No. Because you have never loved someone as Heathcliff had loved Cathy." She said simply. Heathcliff may have been wrong, but it was understandable. "Love redeems hatred. Whatever Heathcliff had done wrong, he had redeemed it in his love for Cathy." Bella smiled. It seemed that Edward had given up on this discussion. His attention was captured by another book on Bella's hand.

"Pride and Prejudice? A Jane Austen?" he asked, amused.

"I'm a junkie, so no laughing at me, but I've got to have the whole collection of Jane Austen's novels."

"Well, I won't stop you." He said, smiling at her goofiness, or so she thought. Then, noticing Tanya's wave for him to come, he groaned in his throat. "Here she goes again." He trudged to her and graceful snaked his arms around her waist. They were talking in hushed voices, though it didn't seem very hushed to Bella considering the fact that Tanya just kept glancing at Bella, smirking every once in a while. Uncle Edward kept on shaking his head, occasionally glancing at Bella also. What are they talking about? Bella sighed and turned her attention back to the book. She would have to buy Jane Eyre. What is a bookshelf, really, without Jane Eyre on it?

Edward slowly walked to Bella. She was still engrossed in that book of hers, Jane Eyre. He hoped she would understand.

"Hey Bella?" he asked nervously.

"Yes Uncle Edward?" She looked up from her book. Why was he looking so nervous? What happened?

Bella held her breath. Is it something big? Something important? Something horrible maybe? Is her mother okay?

"I know that I have made plans with you, and that I should probably stay around to help you." Now Tanya was coming over, facing Bella. More like glaring. "But Tanya said that she had already made plans for us, and we were meaning to ask if it would be okay with you if we could drop you off at my house, and then head out for a while." Edward asked in an unsure voice. And as uncertain as his voice was, he still sounded beautiful.

Oh, that's it. And he acted as if it was something so horrible.

"That's okay, Uncle Edward. After all, you have to give me time to explore your house, and get on with my book, right?" Bella smiled. Though spending time with Edward would be nice, a little alone time wouldn't be that bad.

Edward sighed in relief. At least she was understanding, unlike Tanya. "Thank you."

She wanted to purchase the set of Jane Austen, and Jane Eyre, but she didn't have enough money on her to buy the hardcover copies. As she decided to buy the paperback ones, Edward took the books from her.

"Take the hardcover ones. I'll pay for it." He walked to the old man in incredible speed.

"No, Uncle Edward, I can't let you do that. It's my books, I'll pay for it." Bella yelled after him. Her voice got Tanya's attention, and she turned around to look at what the ruckus was.

"Are you going to buy these then? Or are you buying the paperback cover ones?" Edward asked coyly, and sly smile forming on his lips.

"W-well, I'm going to buy whatever I want to buy." Bella stammered, her face turning hotter under Edward's eyes.

"And I'll buy whatever I want to buy." His smile widened. Then, he sighed. "Look Bella, at least let me make it up for bailing on you." He said, handing the man, Franklin, the books, settling the matter once and for all. Tanya gave Edward two trashy romance novel that Bella didn't bother to read the titles.

"Honey, I want these two." She said in her sickeningly sweet voice. Edward sighed and bought the books for her.

They dropped Bella at home before getting off somewhere. Bella waved goodbye to Edward and caught the stare that Tanya gave her.

She sighed. Tanya didn't seem to like Bella very much. What had she ever done to the woman? Sure, if it were Bella, she would be a little bit insecure if her boyfriend was living with another girl. But this was Tanya. She was gorgeous. She didn't need to be insecure by Bella, the plainest person alive. Even if Bella wanted Edward, it wasn't like she would win over Tanya. Besides, Edward was Bella's uncle. What exactly did Tanya think was going to happen?

Bella sat on the sofa and begin the book. Once again she was captured by all the magic in Jane Eyre that she didn't realize she was hungry until her stomach reminded her with a growl. She made herself a grilled cheese sandwich. After her lunch, she began to explore the house. All the first floor, then she stumbled up to the second floor. She was inspecting a strange looking vase when a door stopped her. Uncle Edward's study. She hesitated before opening the ajar door.

She peered inside. She had seen this room yesterday, but she didn't really pay attention to it. She stepped inside. Now that she had a good look at it, it was even more beautiful than she remembered. The maroon curtain gives the room a certain majestic look. There was a long wooden table in front of the window. Along the walls were bookshelves, stacked with hundreds of books and magazines. There were several pictures on one of the shelves. Curious, Bella went and looked. There were pictures of a young woman and a little boy of 10 or so. When she looked closely, Bella recognized that the young woman was incredibly familiar. Renee. It was the young Renee, before she married Charlie. Before she had Bella. Young Renee looked radiant and so beautiful. She was laughing and hugging the reddish haired boy. That must be Edward. He had the boyish face, though Bella could still see the maturity in his eyes; still see a man in the face of a laughing little boy. There was another picture, this one of three people; one young woman, one young man, and one little girl. The woman was Renee. The little girl was little Bella, with her short brown hair and her chubby face. The young man was rough looking, with a square face and messy black hair. That man wasn't Phil. It was Charlie. Seeing pictures of her father here made Bella missed him more. He passed away when Bella was 6, so her recollection of him was somewhat blurry. But Bella still remembered how much of a father he was. He would come home late at night, because he was a police, and he would come to Bella's room to kiss her goodnight. No matter how late it was, she would stay up and wait for him. And he would come in and she would ask him to pick her up on his shoulder, so that her head would touch the ceiling. This routine was done every night. Except for one night. She waited and waited and waited, but he never came. She was so tired she fell asleep. That night, while she waited for him, Charlie was out chasing robbers. It was the last night of his life. His car crashed while he was chasing, and at age 25 Charlie left his family behind. His picture, now standing proudly on Edward's shelf, brought tears to her eyes.

There was another one, this one of a middle aged man Bella had never met. He had the same hair color as Edward, and next to him was a woman with incredible green eyes. He was a proud person; Bella could tell by the way he held his head high, and his confident crooked smile. The woman, on the other hand, looked extremely gentle and classically beautiful. She was smiling brightly into the picture; the man's arm was around her shoulder. Her head was leaning slightly on his shoulder. They looked so happy together. Edward seemed to take care of this picture more careful, for it seemed to be cleaned regularly.

On the entire wall on the opposite side of the room were rows after rows of CDs. They were categorized into year. There must be thousands of CDs at least. Bella was baffled. He must love music. There were also copies of famous artwork from the Post-Impressionism style on the wall. Van Gogh's Red Vineyard. So, he's into art.

There was a white couch nearby, next to it a coffee table. Wow, for someone who was only 25, he sure knew how to spend money. Bella sat herself on the couch and started reading again. She would worry about dinner later. At any rate, he wouldn't be home early. And he would probably eat out with Tanya by then. She got herself comfortable and then once again was pulled into the book.

Bella woke up with the delicious aroma filling her nose. What smells so good? She curiously stuck her head out of the door. The light in the living room was on. She stepped down the stair.

There, in the kitchen, was Edward, cooking something. Tanya was sitting on the counter table, her skirt barely covered anything. Bella wondered if she realized that. Or maybe it was intentional. They looked so good and beautiful together that she didn't want to interrupt them. She was about to crept upstairs, when her stomach growled. Her pitiful stomach.

I hope they didn't notice. She turned around. Too late.

"Looks like Sleeping Beauty has finally waken up." Edward laughed. Tanya looked absolutely livid as he said that.

Blood flooded Bella's face. Well, that was embarrassing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"No, you didn't interrupt anything." Edward smiled. "Come here and taste this for me." He wiggled his index finger at Bella.

She hesitated. Tanya didn't look so pleased with her. In one way or another, it made Bella mad. All, she had been nothing but polite and nice to Tanya. And the woman still looked disgusted at the sight of her. How unfair was that? What has she ever done?

She smiled at Edward and stepped over to him. As she did, Tanya threw her a death stare. As if she cared; she had been dealing with that kind of stares ever Renee married Phil. She was only polite to Tanya for Edward's sake.

"Uncle Edward, what are you cooking?" she peered over his shoulder to see a chicken roasting in the oven.

"Roasted chicken and mashed potato for us and salad for Tanya. I made salad for you too, in case you don't eat real food." He threw a knowing glance to Tanya before returning his focus to Bella.

"No, chicken is great. I don't favor salad over chicken." Bella said, taking out the dishes to set up the table.

"Finally, someone who actually eats real food." Edward exclaimed, smiling. "Finally, someone who can appreciate my cooking talent."

"What?" Tanya was annoyed. "I have to watch my figure, you know. I am a model, after all. I can't just stuff food in my face like a pig." She smirked, and Bella felt her face flushed in feverish embarrassment. Now Edward would think that she is a pig.

"Oh, away with the excuses. You practically weighed zero. Be more like Bella. She's my kind of girl." Edward scrunched his eyebrows.

Both Tanya and Bella were shocked. Their faces both turned red; Bella's of embarrassment and Tanya's of fury. Tanya stomped out into the dining table.

"You really shouldn't say that to your girlfriend, you know." Bella commented, though somehow she felt really pleased of something.

"Don't worry about it." Edward said. "She'll be over it." Sure enough, five minutes later, Tanya stepped back into the kitchen, though on her way, she "accidentally" pushed Bella.

"Come here Bella, taste this." Edward waved Bella over. She thought Tanya was going to explode.

"Why did you ask her to taste your food, and not me?" She folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Well," Edward shrugged. "You don't eat meat, do you?"

She looked like she was going to swallow Bella whole as Edward feed her a small part of the chicken. It was incredible.

"Wow Uncle Edward is there anything you can't do?" Bella asked in shock. He could decorate a room, he could play the piano, and he could cook. Bella didn't say this, but at that particular moment, she wondered if he could climb buildings with his fingers too.

"Come on, let's eat." Edward called Tanya to get the salad dressing, and soon enough, they were settling at the dining table.

Edward and Bella were laughing throughout the whole dinner, talking about Renee and her slightly interesting choice of hobbies, as Edward put it. Tanya, of course, contributed nothing to the discussion. She brooded the whole dinner, stabbing her salad so viciously that Bella was glad she wasn't the salad. Sometimes, Bella would ask her a question, trying to include her into the conversation. But after receiving several cold answers, she gave up.

They were cleaning up the dishes. Bella cleaned the table with a washcloth. She was about to rinse it when her path crossed with Tanya, who was holding a stack of dishes to put in the cupboard. Tanya pushed Bella. Bella, being Bella, fell backward. She closed her eyes and waited for the contact between her head and the floor. That never happened, for a pair of strong arms held her into place. It couldn't get worse. Bella has fallen right into Edward's arms. Her eyes flashed instantly to Tanya, and Bella could have sworn that the woman's face was turning purple. She stood up, her face flooded with embarrassment.

"Um, thank you Uncle Edward." Bells stuttered, her face was a tomato.

"No problem. It's a pleasure to rescue the damsel in distress." Edward smiled. "Let's go watch a movie." He then took Tanya's hand and led her to the living room, where the big TV would be.

"Jane Eyre, Bella?" He held up a movie with a black and white cover of a man and a woman holding each other in front of a burning house. Bella nodded her head.

"I don't like that movie. How about we watch Resident Evil instead?" Tanya raised her voice. Great, one day in Fork and Bella had already created enemy. That has to be her newest record.

"Resident Evil? Didn't you watch that movie already?" Edward said in a hesitant voice, his eyes flashed to Bella. Tanya caught that. She said sweetly. "You don't mind, do you Bella?"

Bella shook her head. As if she could really concentrate on what the movie was about, with the dead glares that Tanya would be sending her.

As soon as the movie was on, Tanya positioned herself on Edward's lap. She didn't look at the movie. The whole time, her face was hidden in the nape of Edward's neck. She was whispering things into his ears, her hands traveling up and down Edward's lap. Bella fidgeted uncomfortably. She was irritated to no end. Should she go and give them their privacy? She remained in her seat, thinking it was rude to Edward to leave suddenly. But it reached her limits when Tanya started kissing Edward's neck. Edward looked so uncomfortable. Bella stood up and retreated upstairs.

Entering her room, Bella plopped down onto her bed. Why was she so irritated? Her sudden annoyance had no reason at all. Was she angry that Tanya didn't even watch the movie she insisted? Or was Bella angry at the unjust treatment that she received from Tanya; despite the efforts she put in trying to be nice?

Bella dig through her suitcases (she was too tired yesterday to unpack) to find her journal. Opening her beloved notebook, she began to jot down everything that had happened, from the trip to the university, to the dinner at home. In the end, she added:

I don't understand why Tanya dislikes me so much. I had never done anything to her. I tried to be nice to her. Was she afraid that I am to close to Uncle Edward? That's ridiculous. He is my uncle. What did she think would happen? I must admit, he is incredibly handsome. But it's not like I like him or anything. And there's no chance of him liking me. So why did she hate me so much? Is it wise to ignore her? I want the two of us to get along, at least until I find a dorm, for Uncle Edward's sake. I don't want him to be stuck in the middle. But it seemed like everything I tried didn't please her. And Edward himself isn't helping, with his remarks and such. Who knew Fork was so complicated. I just hope this could all be over. Bella.

Bella closed her journal, and come to take a bath. When she came back to her room, she noticed that there were loud voices coming from the living room. Lovers' quarrel. She threw herself on the bed, and tucked the blanket around her.

That night, Bella slept dreamlessly as the rain beat endlessly on the window pane in a rhythm, like a sad song of nature.

So, do you still like it? Or do you hate me to death now? Sorry, but I'm much too evil not to put Tanya in here.

If you want to know what happens next, I trust it you know what to do.

Love, Stormy Bella.