A/N: I don't own Twilight. But I do own a computer, and on it, I write fanfics. I own the idea for this story tangent, not the characters or series.

Please, read and review. I know this chapter's a tad shorter than the last two, but I promise it's still worth the read.

When we arrived at the former Cullen home I felt myself relax a little. I hadn't even noticed how tense I was the last few months until Alice got here, and now this. It felt as if I'd been walking around in a defensive tensor, trying to protect myself subconsciously. It was almost contradictory how relaxed I was especially since Alice was driving. As we neared the end of the laneway, Alice pulled to a stop with a sharp turn, the car lurching sideways and sliding in the gravel. If I hadn't known better, I would've thought that a professional stunt driver had just given me a ride, especially with how smooth the car responded. Edward had nothing on her driving.

The next thing I knew, Alice was out of the car and opening my door for me. I struggled to unhook my seat belt, and then slid out of the car with her help, the embarrassment and fright tickling my cheeks from pale to rosy.

"Th-thanks Alice," I stammered, trying not to sound too shaken, and failing miserably. She just smiled, and adjusted her grasp on my hand.

"Come on Bella, let's get inside. I think…" she said, pausing for a moment, "…no, I know it's going to rain any second," she warned.

But, that was all the warning I needed. Holding her hand tightly, I gave her a nod and we took off towards the door, Alice keeping pace with me. She reached the door a fraction of a second before me, slipping the key she'd fished from her pocket into the lock. It clicked, and she pushed the door open, both of us scrambling inside. The door closed behind us.

"Made it," she said, turning back towards the door. She had barely finished speaking when I heard the first rain drop hit, followed by a second, then a grouping, and finally what sounded like hail. I turned with her and smiled, the glass wall bombarded with thousands of tiny droplets; a moving, translucent piece of art. I stared in awe for a moment, the sheer amount of rain drops bombarding the window leaving me speechless.

Then I felt Alice's hand on my arm.

"Come on! Let's go watch in my room," she said with a smile, pulling me towards the stairs. Alice's room? I didn't need to be told twice. I followed her up the stairs and down the hall.

Reaching her door, we slipped into the room with the only full glass outer wall and roof in the whole house. I gasped.

"Wow." I managed, looking over her amazing room. Not only did she have a view, she had a huge flat screen television, a touch screen computer (fashion designs littering the thirty or more inch screen), and the nicest sofa and dual lounger set I'd seen anywhere but in magazines. I turned to her, and instantly knew my face gave away the awe I was in, as she smiled widely back at me.

"I take it you approve?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I nodded.

"Well that's good then, seeing as how you'll be sleeping in here."

I was the one to raise the eyebrow now.

"What do you mean?" I asked, inquisitively, looking at her with a look of confusion on my face. She just smirked.

"Well, I talked it over with Charlie while you were sleeping, and we decided you needed a few days out of your house. You need to get away from the shell of a life you've been living. So, you're going to stay here, alone with me for a week." She explained, her face not betraying any ulterior motives she might have had. My face wasn't so controlled. A smile spread across it like butter on bread, covering as much surface as I could manage, and then I flung myself at her.

"Oh, thankyou-thankyou-thankyou-thankyou-THANKYOU." I said, my arms pulling her cold body against me. She hugged back softly, laughing angelically over my shoulder at my outburst. I let her go after a moment, and moved towards the couch, jumping on it playfully. I looked to Alice, and patted the space beside me; an invitation. She obliged, and moved to sit next to me, putting her arm around me as I snuggled into her. We lay there, watching the rain in silence, just enjoying being together.

Being this close to her, however, had its disadvantages; I was growing restless with the desire to kiss her again. After a few minutes, I sat up.

"Alice…" I started, trailing off as I played with the hem of my shirt, "…what if I lied to you last night?"

My question seemed to perplex her, and she furrowed her brow at me, as if trying to drag the answer out of my head with her mind. Thankfully, though, I know Edward was the only member of the family with that ability. She bit her lip.

"Lied to me about what exactly, Bella?" Alice asked, and the butterflies in my stomach were agitated, fluttering about inside me. I tried to ignore them.

"Um, what if I wasn't sorry… about the kiss?" I asked, my eyes meeting hers. The truth was out, now all I had to worry about was her reaction.