IMPORTANT A/N: How come these things always look so much more professional when other people do it? I swear- Oh! Sorry, Hi! Okay, now it turns out my computer has a weird problem with apostrophes and quotations, making them sometimes look like Os. So, from now on, I am not using apostrophes until this problem is fixed. I will also be using ^ as the quotation marks. Sorry if those made it hard for anyone to read my story. Thanks for reading!
Oh!!!!!! By the way, I Do Not Own Twilight, Contrary To Popular Belief. I know, Sad IsnÕt It?
Epov
I looked down at my crushed stereo with slight remorse, it was my baby. But, alas, my anger was not blocked for long, especially after I heard her tinkling laughter float upstairs in rhythm with the shocked thoughts of my family. And I mean of COURSE my family would except her. Who wouldnÕt? She was perfect right? Please note the sarcasm. I know I should never wish anyone to be dead, but I thought she was gone long time ago.
A very long time ago.
Then, of course, sheÕs suddenly on my families couch, and of course, my family loves her, and of course we had to share a room, and of course she would be walking up here right now, and of course-
I heard a sudden snap, and looked down to see another cd of mine was broken. Of course. I really need to stop saying that.
I sighed to myself at the memories we had from our human days. Some we were actually civil. Others, not so much.....
Flashback, 3pov, 7 years old
^Eddie! You got my dress dirty, now I need to tell Mommy!^ A pouting Bella exclaimed at the seven year old boy. A flash of anger crossed his eyes. ^Isabella, stop calling me that. And you tripped, I didnÕt get your dress dirty.^ Edward tried explaining without losing his temper. He was annoyed easily, though only by her. It would be fair game to say he pushed her, or that she fell, being the klutz she always was.
Renee Swan came rushing down her porch steps, having heard her daughters cries. She rushed over to where the two kids were supposed to be playing, instead she found a glaring Edward,and a sobbing Bella. She mentally sighed, and prepared herself for the worst as she prompted Bella to explain what happened through her tears.
Renee was losing her patience with the kids. They were to be married for ChristÕs sakes! she knew, of course, though that they didnÕt know yet, so they had a right to not get along, but she still wished that they would actually respect each other. Somehow, though, Renee knew it would all work out. Who knows, maybe they could become friends before the wedding.
Renee sighed again, knowing that the chances of that were zero to none. She ushered both kids inside, and went her house next door to grab Bella a new dress, after cleaning up a scrape on her childÕs knee. After Bella was done changing, she rushed back outside, not waiting to put on her shoes. Renee ran to the porch, and called out a loud, ^Be Careful!^, before heading back inside.
Renee was still waiting for the day when everything would be all right.
End Flashback, EPOV
I held my breathe as a sweetly distinct smell of freesia burst into the room, and watched my doorknob turn. It seemed to take an eternity for that one simple thing. As Isabella (She hates her formal name, thatÕs the point) danced into the room, I was once again struck with her beauty and grace she did not maintain during her human years. She smirked at me, while I fixed my never-ending glare at her.
I still hated her, through good times and bad.
She sauntered up to me, her hair swinging with every movement. ^Well, Eddie,^ She started, smirking as I winced at her nickname ^It would appear weÕre going to be sharing this room for a while. Is that okay, roomie?^ She whispered, smirking as once again, winced at the name she gave me.
This nickname was much worse. ^Oh! And Eddie? ArenÕt you glad you finally caught up? I heard you were changed in 1918! IÕm sooo sorry I missed your 17th birthday. I felt sooo bad when you had to come over on my 17th birthday when you were only 16!^ I glared at her again. Her being older than me was always a touchy subject with my parents. They were worried that her age was the reason we didnÕt get along.
Just as I was about to make my rebuttal, a sweet voice drifted from outside my window, and said, ^Mommy? Can I meet Daddy yet?^ Bella cursed wildly under her breath and jumped out my window, racing off into the woods, while I stood, confused.
The voice sounded exactly like a mix of my mothers and Bellas.
A/N: Sorry, But I just had to leave a cliff hanger. I hope you liked it! Also, IÕm sorry it took so long to get up. And if you havent already, READ THE TOP AN!!!! IÕm sorry, but I dont want any flames about my bad grammar when itÕll only make those weird o thingys.
Sincerely, (Not)
Paige
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