The Ex List-Chapter 1

K-I am getting slower at updating! I should get some more done over Christmas break (which starts Wed.). Enjoy!

My plan was to call the people that I didn't know where they were or were to far away, and go to meet the people who were close enough.

I read the first name on the list over and over again:

Edward Masen

Each time scared me more. Edward was...more mature than the others on my list. He had taken everything to the heart, and was serious all the time...

...I took his arm as he led me up the walk to the restaurants entrance. His face was expressionless, and I was silent. The only noise came from the cars rushing past.

...Edward smiled at me and whispered into my ear. I giggled, but then it went quiet. His face drew to a solemn mask and I quickly hid my feelings.

...I bit my lip as we sat at the table, staring in wonder at the new crystal earrings he had gotten me. They were beautiful, but it wasn't worth it.

I couldn't handle it. So I had broken up with him last winter, the night he gave me the earrings.

He wasn't my latest boyfriend, but he sure as hell wasn't the first.

This, I am not looking forward to, I thought as I dialed the number. It beeped a few times, and then clicked.

"Hello?" his voice filled my ear. I bit my lip.

"Edward," I breathed heavily, and he went silent.

"Esme-is that you? Wait, why are you calling me?" he stopped, expecting an answer. I sighed.

"Uh, I just...wanted to talk. I mean, how are you? What's happened over the past few months?" I quickly asked. He was quiet for a moment.

"Well, I'm actually engaged...to Bella Swan," he answered. I chewed on my bottom lip for a second.

"Oh, congratulations. I hope you're very happy together. I have to go. It was nice speaking to you, Edward." I quickly hung up, and flung the phone across the room.

I was really beginning to hate this.

Someone knocked on my bedroom door. I groaned and threw a pillow at it and turned over. I should have never given Alice a key.

She burst in, and pounced on the bed, shaking me. I tried to slap her, but fell off the bed instead. I groaned again and pressed the pillow to my face.

"Ez-Wake up! Get the hell up!" she shouted, shaking me hard. I slapped her hands away, my eyes still squeezed shut.

"No...Get your ass out of my room. I want to sleep. It's Saturday," I slurred. The next thing I felt was ice cold water flowing across my face.

I shot up, gaping at her. "Why in the hell do you do that?" I said wiping my eyes with my damp t-shirt. "Damn, the was cold," I mumbled.

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do...to get another girl out of bed," she smiled, "I swear you could sleep the damn night away." I slapped her on the arm, and pushed myself up out of watery mess.

I shuffled over to my closet and began pulling assorted shirts and bottoms. "Why in the hell are you here so early anyway?" I asked Alice. She smiled.

"You have a visitor." She pranced out the door, and I followed, seeing her standing with...Carlisle. I frowned.

"What do want, Carlisle?" I raised my eyebrows when he stepped forward, holding out a fisted hand. Alice smiled and danced out to the kitchen. I'd bet she'd be listening.

"What's this?" I asked stepping closer to him. He took my hand in his and I watched as he wrapped a silver charm bracelet around my wrist. He let my arm drop, and I shook my hand, smiling at the tinkling charms-I payed the most attention to the three in the front...

...A music note.

...A monkey.

...An open book.

I smiled at him with questioning eyes, waiting for an explanation.

"The music note...for the time that we tried musical instruments..." he started.

...It was our freshman year in high school at the beginning of the year. We had been looking for some kind of extracurricular thing to do, so we had decided to take up band. I was trying the flute, and Carlisle was attempting the drums. I say tried and attempted because, in other words...we sucked. Utterly. After the fourth mess up on scales, I had gotten up and walked out of the room. Carlisle right after me.

His joke made me laugh.

"The monkey...for the zoo..." he continued.

Where we first met.

...I was in the first grade. When my family had first arrived to the new zoo, I had darted off to the primate house. I entered the large building and the scent of animals filled my nostrils, so I ducked back out of the rancid structure and peered around for my parents. They were no where to be found. I called out, no one answering. I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I turned, and there he was. He helped me locate my frazzled and worried parents.

From the time we had first met, Carlisle had always been helping me.

"And the open book...because I can always read you so clearly," he finished with a chuckle.

...It was right after the graduation ceremony. I sat, crying on the steps of the school, the cell phone in bits strewn along the sidewalk. I heard footsteps behind me, and I looked up, finding Carlisle behind me. He had sat down next to me, silently taking me into his muscular arms, and letting me cry about the loss of my mother.

He had always been there for me. Always. Even when he was depressed himself. That's why he was my best friend.

I practically jumped on him to give him a hug. He gasped in surprise, and I squeezed harder. He hugged me back.

After a minute, I pushed him away. "Why in the hell are you here at 6 in the morning...especially on a flipping Saturday. Thank you for the bracelet, but I am going back to bed," I announced, ushering him to the door.

He took a deep breath. "I'm leaving town for a few days, so I wanted to say goodbye. Goodbye," he said, taking a step out the door. I pushed him further.

"Bye," I said smiling, and watched him pull out of the driveway.

Not a second after I had shut the door, Alice ran out from the kitchen.

"I knew it," she said with a tinkling laugh.

She disappeared out the front door before I could ask.

Hehe-sorry bout being late. Love ya!