The Cullen mansion was certainly not what Angela had imagined. It was modern, with large glass windows and bold choices of warm color. She smiled. It was better then she'd imagined. Emmett's squeeze on her elbow made her snap back to reality.

"Gosh, be careful." She hissed under her breath, following timidly. He stared at her and chewed on his lip.

"You're pretty snippy when you're injured." He laughed, shaking his head. Angela stayed quiet. Was she really in that bad of a mood? Maybe she should apologize.

"Sorry Emmett." She answered in her usual shy voice. He shrugged and pulled her past the living room. The whole Cullen family was occupied with something. Rosalie was combing her hair gently in front of a hand mirror. Alice looked through a catalog fondly. Jasper was reading a classic, though she couldn't catch the name. Carlisle was filling out paper work with Esme next to him, arranging flowers in a vase. Edward was talking in a quiet voice with somebody.

Angela turned her head more and her jaw dropped.

"Bella?" She gasped, eyes widening. No sooner then this, Bella looked over.

"Angela?! What the hel- JASPER!" She screamed. The blonde boy was crouched, teeth bared. Emmett dropped her elbow, racing over to restrain his brother. Alice stood, murmuring words into his ear and lightly pushing him back. Carlisle hopped up, and stared at me.

"What can I help you with, Angela?" He asked, his voice polite but uninviting. She shivered, blinking.

"Uh, Emmett almost hit me with his car. I fell and got pretty scratched up. But he brought me here, not the hospital." Her voice grew quieter along. Rosalie grabbed the catalog, bringing it up to her face. Holding her nose slightly, Esme rushed away to help Jasper. She removed the cloth slowly, revealing a huge gash still bleeding steadily.

Bella gasped, staring at Carlisle. He paced over to her side, gently leading her into his office and shutting the door. Right away, he began his work to patch her up.

"What was going on with Jasper? Was it something I did? Is he alright?" The questions spilled out of Angela's mouth. There was no sound, just the occasional snipping and the tugging of her skin. Eventually, there was a sigh.

"It's something we don't talk about in the family." He said plainly and that about wrapped it up. In a nutshell, she wasn't supposed to ask about this or anything.

"Fair enough. If it makes you feel better, I won't try to figure it out either." She assured him and he laughed slightly.

"That's a first. Bella was a little Nancy Drew, all up for a mystery." He smiled at her before spraying something on a leg wound. It stung and her eyes filled with tears but she blinked them away. Her head was aching more then ever now and she just wanted to curl up and go to bed, wishing that whatever happened today never did.

Obviously understanding her pain, he set a hand on her shoulder.

"You can go. I want you to go to the hospital for a check-up in a few weeks." She hopped off the table, nodding. It was obvious. The hospital for the check-up, don't come back to the Cullen's house. She swayed into the living room.

Edward looked at me and Bella. He stood up, pulling my friend up to her feet.

"Well, I'm going to take Bella home. I might as well take Angela too." He put one arm around Bella's shoulders and approached Angela. Now she was aching and felt guilty for making Edward drive her home. Climbing silently into the car, she waited and listened to them talk in low voices. Bella's stop was first. Edward whispered something in her ear and nodded.

She hopped out of the car and Angela moved to the front seat, next to him.

Angela shivered, turning the heat up with out asking, then apologizing hurriedly. Edward shook his head and smirked, stomping his foot on the pedal. She didn't dare to even gaze at speedometer, knowing she'd get nausea. The cars looked like they weren't moving next to her. She protectively put a hand on her stomach from getting sick.

The fairy lights on some porches, which should have been nice to admire, were mere blinking blurs. Angela coughed slightly, thinking that she was going to die if Edward swerved slightly off the road. She glanced at him. He was biting down on his lip, trying not to laugh. Her look turned sullen as she gazed back down at the road that rushed under them.

"Angela, may I ask you a question?" He asked politely. She tilted her head and nodded, not sure if he saw her. He continued on.

"Are you going to try and figure out what happened tonight?" He asked his voice scary normal. She swallowed nervously, shaking slightly.

"Well, it's not any of my business what goes on in your house. I told Carlisle that I wouldn't snoop either. I just want to know if Jasper's okay." She asked worriedly. She was telling the truth though, she was so scared for Edward's brother. Edward smiled, shaking his bronze hair slightly.

"You feel BAD for Jasper? That's a little… off." He grinned at her. Angela muttered a 'sorry', looking down at her shoes.

The rest of the way home was silent, the light flutter of music in the speakers. She closed her eyes and listened closely. It was a happy, but slow little tune. Letting out a yawn, she curled up. Though her home was pretty far away from the Cullen's, she was sure that Edward would make it there in record time.


God, she was tired. Angela drifted off into sleep, one of those quick dreamless ones that catch you by surprise and pull you into mind numbing unconsciousness. She liked them. If there was something bothering her, it floated away along with the gentle harmony of the music playing.

Groggily pushing brown hair from her face, Angela surveyed the room around her. Yes, it was hers. A piece of paper crumbled in her hands and she held it up to the dim light coming from the lines between her shades.

Her hand smacked the side of the night table, throbbing slightly as it yanked on the lamp cord.

Angela-

I convinced your mom to let you stay home from school. Take it as my gift to you for being so nice to Bella while we were gone. We hope that you come to the wedding.

You talk in your sleep, just like her. I'll answer your questions that you asked.

The song is called 'The River Flows In You' by Yiruma.

I don't know why he doesn't love you. If you're talking about Emmett, then he's taken. But I don't see why anybody else doesn't like you. You're quite the catch.

If you want to look like Rosalie, try Sephora makeup. I think I see her using that.

Jasper is fine. Thank you.

Ben doesn't deserve you. Don't think that you made a mistake running. You got closer to Emmett, didn't you?

-Edward

She blushed, brushing the last hair in her face out of the way. Edward was kind, very kind. Bella was lucky but she wanted to be lucky too. She let out a depressed sigh.

Why was Emmett linked to everything? Angela crawled out of bed, pinning his letter to the corkboard in her room. She slunk down the stairs, noting the silence. Her parents were on separate business trips, probably leaving as soon as Edward had left. Alone for a week. Should she even bother getting out of bed for the next seven days?

Collapsing on the couch, she pulled a blanket up to her chin. The phone was next to her. She eyed it curiously before dialing for Chinese takeout. She was going to enjoy this day. Watching the television silently, the doorbell rang frantically. She hopped up, pulling the door open.

"Look what I took from the Chinese guy walking up your driveway." Said the oh-so wonderful Emmett Cullen, waving a steaming bag of Sweet and Sour chicken while showing her his pearly whites.

"Wonderful." She said, her voice cracking with fear and happiness. This day couldn't be anymore amazing.


Author's Note: TWILIGHT AND ALL ITS CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER, NOT ME!

Sephora belongs to Sephora.

"The River Flows in You" belongs to Yiruma. (: Which is, like, the only piano music I dig. I'm mostly a top-40's, "wow, that's... weird music..." kind of girl.

Anything else that doesn't belong to me... well... it doesn't belong to me!

Yes, Emmett is coming to visit Angela! Yee! And I'd like to thank Maix XV for the amazing review that helped me correct everything! xoxo for you!

Tata!

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