IMPORTANT: Hey, I'm back. So, I was reading through the story and there's something I need to clear up. In the first chapter I accidentally put that Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper graduated from University of Florida. They did not graduate from there. They graduated from University of Seattle. Another thing I did was say she was a nurse, then said she graduated from college with a degree in journalism. She is a journalist! Sorry for my careless mistakes. On with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight saga! Stephenie Meyer does, though!

"You have got to be joking." Rosalie – always so blunt – was the first to break the silence. Alice had a knowing smirk on her face. Sometimes she really scared me. Jasper sat there, looking at me. His eyes were wide, and he kept blinking. Every time he blinked, his eyes got wider. It was quite comical. I would have laughed if I weren't still so nervous. Edward sat across from us with his head hung. His unruly, bronze, hair was flopping in his eyes.

"Nope, she's not joking. You should have seen her. It was like she was going under cover; it was funny. She had a sweatshirt on and the hood was pulled up over a ball cap. A camera covered her face most of the time. I think she got more pictures than any of us did." I hung my head in embarrassment at Emmett's words.

"Can we see them?" Alice asked. I nodded my head.

"Emmett come with me to get the bags, please." We walked out to the car in silence and grabbed the bags. Emmett got the heavier ones; they were most likely the ones stuffed with books. I got the lighter ones, on Emmett's insistence. Right before I opened the door for us, Emmett spoke up, "You did the right thing, you know. Coming home, I mean. They're ecstatic to have you back." I smiled at him in appreciation and opened the door. We walked up the stairs and put the bags away. A few that he had taken to Florida himself went into his old room, until tonight when he would go back to his apartment.

I scrounged through the bag that I thought I had put the scrapbook in, until I found it. I had put all of our graduation pictures in it. Even mine. My college ones were put into it at the hotels we had stopped at because I hadn't had time to back in Florida while trying to get ready to move. The scrapbook was over flowing with pictures. It wouldn't even close completely because it was so full of pictures.

Emmett and I walked down the stairs side by side and into the living room. I tossed the book onto the coffee table and Rose, Alice, Jasper, and even Edward gathered around it. Emmett and Charlie had already seen it, and the other parents were going to wait their turns.

Every once in a while someone would comment on a picture.

"I remember that!"

"Oh, that's a good picture!"

"Wow. How did you get such good pictures?"

"Aw. She looks so happy!"

It was comments like those that were thrown around at least every other picture. All of a sudden, they froze and gasped, simultaneously. It was kind of creepy. I leaned over them to see what had caused such a reaction out of my friends. It was a picture of Edward. He was in his graduation robes, his diploma held over his head for all to see, and he was grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, I love that picture. That's one of my favorite pictures of you, Edward."

After a moment, Edward looked up at me, the others following suit. "You were at my college graduation, too?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, I said that I was at everybody's graduation. I wasn't going to miss it."

"But–" he stopped and just shook his head. He looked back down at the scrapbook as Alice started turning pages, again. After they were through with it, the parents looked at it and made some of the same comments – well, except the on about Edward's graduation.

After that, we called it a night. I was a thankful. I was drained. Emotionally and physically. We all hugged as they left. Except for Edward who just walked right out the front door without once glancing back. Emmett was last to leave, for he had to get his bags from his old room.

He told Charlie goodnight and, then, came to give me a hug. He kissed my forehead. "Proud of you, Bells." He left before I could say anything. After that, I told Charlie goodnight, and I went up to my old room to sleep. I would have to look for an a apartment, soon, but in the mean time I would be staying here.