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Robert Pattinson: --fangirl screams off in the distance-- So this is what it's like to be in a disclaimer...

Disclaimer: Yes, and get used to it, cuz you're gonna be in a lot of them. So onto the first question: How do you feel about your new nickname, Spunk Ransom?

Robert Pattinson: --eyes widen-- Umm...

Disclaimer: Kristen Stewart seems to find in highly amusing. Which brings us to our second question: What did you and Kristen REALLY do on the days that weren't productive??

Robert Pattinson: --blushes--

Disclaimer: I think that's answer enough!

If you have any interview questions, then ask me them in a review (hint, hint), and I'll ask the Twilight cast member in a disclaimer!

As I got out of my truck, I spotted Edward sitting in his Volvo, listening to music, it appeared. His eyes were closed, his seat was moved back so that he could be comfortable.

His untidy hair was extremely gorgeous, as usual.

When I'd woke up, metaphorically, I'd found that I felt nothing for Mike, that I was just trying to get Edward jealous. He'd been going out with Tanya, who wasn't so bad, but it hurt me when I saw them together. They'd broken up, I'd heard, awhile ago, Edward telling her that he was in love with someone else.

That hurt, too. Whoever the girl was, she was lucky.

Damn lucky.

I wish I were that lucky. Lucky enough to be the girl that held Edward's precious heart.

He was just so sweet and caring and whenever I cried, he held me. He was beautiful, and extremely sexy, but he'd only ever thought of me as a best friend.

If he didn't forgive me I would be broken. I needed to have him in my life.

I stared at his beautiful face. It was always peaceful when he listened to music. No matter the music. Rock, Pop, Classical, Jazz, Hip-hop, Rap... Everything and anything but Country. I chuckled quietly at a distant memory.

I sighed, better get this over with. I walked over to the passenger's side, and knocked lightly on the glass, just enough to where he should be able to hear, even though he had music on.

He jumped, his eyes flying open at the sound.

When he saw me, the hurt showed on his face, like it always did when he saw me, there was also confusion.

"Can we talk?" I mouthed.

He searched my eyes with his, staring into them for a moment, before answering by reaching across to open the door.

I sighed, and climbed in. We sat in silence for a moment, me playing with my fingers nervously. I didn't know what he was doing, but I was pretty sure he was watching me. I could feel his stare burning a hole in the side of my head.

He was the first to speak, he cleared his throat, "So, what did you want to talk about?" He asked quietly, not quite a whisper.

I sighed, and looked up at him, straight into his eyes. I turned my body towards him, "Edward, I have- I want to appologize for... ditching you. Not just you, but, all of you... You probably hate my guts right now, " a frown etched into his face, and I continued, "but... Just hear me out, okay?" I whispered the last word.

He nodded slightly, and I turned back, so that I wasn't facing him. I stared at my hands, which were in my lap, as I spoke, "I feel sick about what I did to you guys. You never deserved any of it. You are a good person, and I wrecked our friendship. I'd thought that I liked Mike, but I... I couldn't comprehend my feelings until..." I looked back at him, trying to decide whether or not I should tell him how I felt.

I sighed, looking out the window, wanting to avoid his questioning eyes, " I couldn't comprehend that I was using him out of jealousy... And he turned it all around so I wasn't using him, he was using me." I struggled to keep my voice even, the emotions so thick in my tone, I'm sure you could tell that I was trying to keep the sobs in, "He tried to pressure me into things, and he tried to change everything about me. Everything that made me, me." I felt one tear fall down my cheek.

Edward spoke, anger in his tone, "Why didn't you come to me?? I would have taken care of that asshole!!" I kept my gaze on the tree outside the window, so that he couldn't see my ashamed face.

His hand grabbed my chin, and tilted my head so that I was staring into his eyes, "Bella," He started, concern coloring his tone and eyes. He wiped away the tears that were now cascading down my face, "I would've helped you. I would've done anything for you." He searched my teared eyes.

"I wasn't thinking," I whispered, "And they were always around, they never allowed me to talk to anyone else."

"At night?" I didn't answer. He sighed, "I'll take that as a no." He let my chin go, and put his hand back on the steering wheel. We sat there for a moment, avoiding eachothers' eyes, before he spoke, "You should be going, the bell's about to ring."

A tear streamed down my cheek, but I wiped it away. I got out of the car, and walked towards the school. I turned around quickly, noticing that Edward was not following. "Do you think you'll ever forgive me?"

"Depends..."

"On what?" I asked, confused.

"It depends on your next move, Bella." He said quietly.

"Oh." I said, then walked into the school, wondering what I would do to gain Edward's trust.