The sun was just barely coming up, and casting light into them living room. Normally, I would have been too tired to notice, and grumpy that I still wasn't in my Snow White sheets. However, I was way too excited for that. I had waited six months, 3 weeks, and five days for this trip. My parents were finally taking Jasper and I to Disneyland. It felt like it was taking forever for them to get everything in the car, and I was growing anxious. I didn't want to miss Mickey Mouse.

Jasper ran into the house, his face flushed with excitement. "Come on Bells! We're finally ready!" he practically screeched into the room. I responded with a squeal, and hopped off the couch. Running past him, I skipped all the way to the driveway.

"Finally daddy, I thought we were never going to leave." My father just smiled at me, while lifting me into the backseat, and buckling the seat belt. "Of course we were going to leave honey. Can't meet Mickey at the house, could we?" he winked at me, and I bit my lip to hold in the other squeal that so desperately wanted to escape my lips. My father turned back towards the porch. "Come on son, let's get you settled in," he called to Jasper.

Before locking the door, my mother looked over at Daddy. "Charlie, do we have everything?" Daddy just responded with a quick nod and a thumbs up.

"Everyone ready?" Mommy called from the front seat. Jasper and I both jumped in our seats excitedly. The drive to the airport felt like it took eternity, and Jasper kept throwing Skittles at me. I don't know why the plane couldn't just meet us at the house. Driving there was taking so much longer! I asked Mommy this and she just smiled at me and told me planes had to stay at the airport. Well that's a stupid rule if you ask me.

What felt like a hundred years later, we were finally unpacked at the hotel, and headed to the park. Why were they walking so slow?! Don't they understand the importance of today? I am meeting Mickey Mouse! Oh, and maybe Snow White and Cinderella would be there too.

It started to rain shortly after we arrived, and I couldn't help the tears that spilled from my eyes as my parents pulled us into shelter. "What's wrong honey?" Mommy asked me, while bending down to look into my eyes. I just sniffled and looked at her. "Now, I'm never going to meet Mickey. And that's not fair. Alley from the playground as already met him twice and I can't even meet him once!" I wailed at her. She pulled me into a hug, and let me ruin her new shirt with my salty tears. "I promise you'll get to see him before we leave baby." I just looked up into the blackened sky, and cried harder.

She kept her promise though. I finally got to meet Mickey. It was the best day of my life. I saw his ears through the crowd, and practically ran off to greet him. Mommy stopped me though, and told me it wasn't a good idea to go by myself. So, she scooped me up on her back, grabbed Jasper's hand, told Daddy to follow, and we all ran towards the life size mouse. It was so cool. Daddy handed the camera to some lady, and asked her if she would take our picture. Man that was the greatest moment of the whole trip. Even Jasper screaming like a little girl on the merry go round couldn't top getting your picture taken with Mickey Mouse!

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I strained to pull myself up off the floor. Looking around at all the unmarked boxes, I tried to remember which one had that picture in it. I pushed my way to the smaller boxes at the corner of the room, and started rummaging through the first one. Nothing but socks and underwear. I tossed it to the side, and started on the next one. I hated that I needed to see it, but the dream felt almost unreal, and I wanted to remind myself that it wasn't just that, a dream. I had to know that that was once my life, even if it had been almost fourteen years ago.

I finally found it. The picture was bent and wrinkled; the corners ripped a little. But it was real. I sighed as I leaned my back against the wall. Holding it up to my face, I looked at the last family portrait before everything turned to hell.

Charlie had one arm around Renee's waist, his other arm on my shoulder. His head was slightly turned towards Renee, but you could clearly see a smile playing under his dark mustache. Renee was leaning against him, while holding on to Jasper's shoulder. Mickey Mouse was standing next to Charlie and I. I was clearly smitten with that damn mouse, because my face was tilted up towards him, with my mouth hung open it laughter.

I chuckled to myself, when I looked at Jasper. He had a big toothy grin on his face, and had his arm reached out giving me bunny ears. When Charlie had gotten the film developed, I nearly had a heart attack. I ran into Jasper's room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and demanded to know what was wrong with him. He just laughed at me. I have committed to memory the exact screech that came from my mouth when I told him he ruined my life, and threatened to take a black marker and color his face out of the picture if he didn't apologize to me and my stuffed Mickey doll.

God, I was such a drama queen. I held the picture to my chest, and let a few tears trickle down my cheeks. It's amazing how, at certain times in your life, you think that everything will remain perfect, forever. How wrong we all are. I think I would give anything, to be five years old again, and the most horrible thing that happened to me was falling down on the playground, and skinning my knee. At that point in my life, I had parents to kiss it better. Who could kiss my skinned knees now?

There were too many times to count, when I wanted to rip this damn picture up, and burn it until it was nothing but ashes. Too many times have I looked at it, and wondered why my life was the one that had to get screwed up. But I couldn't destroy it, and I never would. It's the last picture I have of Charlie, and my happy family. I like to tell myself, that one day my children will wonder what their grandfather looks like, and I could pull out the picture and show them. However, to be completely honest with myself, I like to know that the events I dream about aren't some delusional fantasies, but actual things that I've experienced.

I laid it back in the box, and tucked it under one of my journals. I'll have to remember to put it up before Jasper comes home and helps me unpack. He thought I had gotten rid of it along time ago, and I know he would be upset if he knew I still had it. Everything from that time in our life that belonged to him was in a landfill somewhere.

Looking around the unpacked room, I cursed to myself. The furniture, including my new bed, wouldn't be delivered for another three weeks. I didn't think we would have the apartment until then, so I thought I was ahead of the game when I scheduled it. It didn't go unnoticed that Jasper's room was already unpacked, and his bed set up. Deciding that he and Alice hadn't had enough time to defame it yet, I would just sleep there for now. I made a mental not that I would change the sheets just in case.

I glanced up at the clock. It was only 5:00. Not feeling like figuring out which box held my books, I laid my head against the wall, trying to figure out something to do with my time.

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I pulled up to the two story house, and parked my truck on the street. Everyone must have ridden with Jasper, because the driveway was still filled with all their cars. Gazing around at the modest neighborhood, I wished that my job at the local bookstore paid more. I would love to live somewhere like this, quiet and secluded. More importantly, I wanted a backyard like Alice had. The garden was beautiful, with every type of exotic plant known to mankind. Lucky Alice had her pout that could get her away with murder. When Dr. Cullen and his wife were looking for a place for their kids, they fell upon this house. Emmett and Edward could care less about some garden, as long as they had a game room. Fortunately for them, it had four bedrooms. So, there was one to spare.

I walked up the steps, and knocked on the door. I don't even know why I am here. I mean I didn't have anything else to do, and Alice had said he was getting sick. I rolled my eyes to myself. Ok, so maybe I wanted to see him. Just a little.

What the hell is taking him so long to answer the damn door? I peaked over at the driveway, and saw his silver Volvo sitting there. Obviously he's home. I moved the Tupperware container to my other hand, and rang the door bell this time. The soup was a bad idea. It was still hot, and now burning my other hand. I mean if he was sick, soup would make him feel better.

The door swung open, and Edward stood there looking annoyed. His left hand held up the green towel that was slung around his hips; his other hand was gripping the door knob.

I gulped down the knot that just formed in my throat, and let my eyes trail over his body. The muscles in his arms and chest were more defined than my imagination could have ever come up with. His hair was damp, and there were a few drops that threatened to fall into his green eyes. Why had I ever decided that I hated this man?

"What?" Edward snapped. Oh yeah, that's why. Rude prick.

"Well hello to you too. Aren't you going to invite a girl in?" I tried to keep the conversation light. I didn't want to say what I really thought about him, and his obnoxious ways.

"You know Alice and Emmett are on that cruise, right?"

"Obviously, my brother went too." He just looked at me like I was stupid. I'm not the stupid one. He's the one who didn't even realize that if his sister went, then of course Jasper was going to.

We stood there staring at each other. I was tempted to just throw the container holding the soup, soup that I made out of the goodness of my heart damn it, and hoping it would hit him smack dab in the middle of his chest. Maybe it would still be hot enough to leave a scar. I smirked to myself.

He just threw the door open further, and stalked into the house up the stairs. Such a gentleman. I walked off towards the back of the house, heading to the kitchen, and plopped my self onto the barstool by the counter.

After another ten minutes, I was about to leave the soup sitting there with a note telling him he better return my Tupperware, when he came into the kitchen. He was wearing dark grey sweat pants, that were just as low as the towel had been, and a white tank top. It wouldn't kill me to stay for a little longer.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked me furrowing his eyebrows.

"Alice said you were sick, and she wanted me to come over." I told him. "You know, just to make sure you weren't dying or anything." I quickly added. I pushed the container towards him with the soup in it.

He quirked one eyebrow before going over to a drawer and retrieving a spoon. Hopping up on the counter, he greedily began eating it. "We don't cook much around here" he tossed as a reason for his eating habits. I just nodded my head.

"So…uh, how's work?" How's work? Good one Bella. Smooth, very smooth. He just looked up and laughed before going back to eating. Damn it, I was just trying to fill the silence. He didn't have to laugh. I guess the expression on my face gave me away because he lifted his head to answer.

"Actually, not bad. They're finally letting me fucking produce an album. It's one of the newer artists, but it should help put my work into the light"

"Impressive." Which it really was. Alice had told me about his aspirations to own his own record company one day. She didn't think the people he worked for appreciated his work. I had scolded her, and told her that he was only twenty-two and just starting out in the business. He had to work his way to the top. Not everyone was going to hand him what ever he wanted, even if his parents did. We ended up arguing after that, because as she pointed out, his parents were hers too, and by insulting him, I was insulting her. I apologized, but still felt that they were given quite a lot. Unlike Alice though, Edward didn't even seem to appreciate it.

"Yeah, I guess so." He said abruptly. Ok, guess he doesn't feel like talking. Like he ever does. I was seriously getting fed up with him, and how rude he always was. Emmett and him got along ok, but only ever spent time together in that damn game room. Alice on the other hand, hardly ever spent anytime with him. He was always short with everyone, but she still took up for him. I never knew why she did, it wasn't like they were actually related, and he never put any effort into making a relationship. I guess that's not fair. Even if Jasper and I were only adopted siblings, I would still defend him.

"Good soup. Thanks," Edward interrupted my thoughts, and tossed me the empty bowl. "I'll make sure to let Campbell's know." I laughed at my own joke. He just looked at me and hopped off the counter, and walked towards the living room. I heard him turn the T.V. on, and flip it to a music channel. Sliding off my stool, I walked towards the room too. You know what? I am going to give him a piece of my mind, and let him know he shouldn't leave guests sitting by themselves.

I didn't get a chance to. He told me I could stay and watch T.V. with him, if I wanted to. Well, I really don't have anything else to do. So, I sat on the couch opposite of him, and turned towards the plasma hanging on the wall. I couldn't help myself from stealing glances in his direction every once in awhile. Stretched out on the couch, he looked like a very comfortable body pillow, and I had to force myself to stay put on my side of the room. I decided right then, that's why I hated him. Even though he was rude and obnoxious, he was utterly gorgeous, and made me feel like a damn groupie, along with all the rest of the tramps, and that made me a tramp just like them. Damn it Cullen.

When the moon started to rise, I figured I ought to leave. I grabbed my Tupperware of the coffee table, and started walking towards the door.

"See ya," he said lazily. I just gave a quick nod, and walked down the hall. I debated with myself all the way until I grabbed the doorknob. Did I want to see him again? Of course I did. Maybe I could even suggest that he be a little more polite, and he would gladly consider it. I snorted to myself. Sure he would. But I still turned back around towards the living room. He just looked up at me when I reentered the room, and smirked to himself. He probably knew exactly the effect he had on women, and I was just boosting his damn ego.

"Forget something?

"No, uh, actually, well, uh, if you want, I could bring you some more soup tomorrow. You know, so Alice would know I was fulfilling the whole best friend duty." I sputtered. What's wrong with you Bella? Talk like the damn educated woman you are, idiot.

"Sure, whatever" he responded, and even though it made me more annoyed with him, I turned around and fucking cheesed all the way to my truck. The soup was a great idea.

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