BPOV
Someone please tell me why the fuck I ever thought enlisting the crack fairy's help in moving was a good idea.
Seriously!
Who the hell wakes up at five in the morning just to give a wake-up call to someone who didn't even freaking want it to begin with?
Alice, apparently.
I had been driving for twenty hours straight before giving up and stopping in for a night cap at a hotel in Portland, Oregon last night. I made the mistake of texting Alice about where I was. She called this morning and actually had the fucking audacity to bark–well, for her size, yap is more fitting–at me about my supposed poor morning attitude. I don't think she expected me to bite back. Even Charlie knows I'm not approachable until I've had my coffee. Come to think of it, he didn't think of that the morning I left, either.
But anyway, aside from everyone setting out to interrupt my sleep, I was back on the road headed for Forks, which was, thankfully, only four hours away. Despite all my griping about Alice, I really was excited to see her…as long as she didn't break up with Jasper and decide to move in with me once my house was ready. While I knew I would enjoy reconnecting with old friends, that wasn't what this move was about. It was about finding myself again and making a new life. I needed time to be by myself for a while, to focus on me and no one else.
And as if she fucking knew that I was thinking of having any time alone, my phone started ringing.
"Yes, Alice?"
"Is that any way to answer your phone, Bella?" she snapped.
"Well, excuse me if I'm a little agitated from my lack of sleep!" I bit back, not willing to take any more shit. If she wanted to push, I was damn sure going to push back. "Now, what's up?"
There a moment of silence before she cleared her throat. Apparently, I'd rendered her speechless, and I wasn't certain, but I somehow doubted that happened often. "I was just checking to see if you were on the road yet. Bella, I don't mean to be so pushy about you getting here, really. It's just that Emmett and I have missed you a lot over the years and, although he doesn't know about you coming, we can't wait to see you again."
"See, there you go again, Alice. Emmett and I. It used to be Emmett, Edward, and Alice. Now all of a sudden, he's not even worth mentioning anymore?"
"Bella, I told you that we'll talk about it when you get here," she growled as I heard the deep tone of a man's voice in the background. "Jazz, just put it in the car! I'll meet you there in a minute!"
"So, you're not just bossy with me? That's reassuring," I quipped dryly, as Alice's shrill laughter rung out.
"Sorry, Jazz is being annoying. You'd think by now he'd have learned that doing what I say, and when, is what's best for us. Arguing just causes friction. Call me if you need directions, m'kay?"
"I won't, Alice. I've got my GPS. I'll text when I get to Forks."
"Okay. Toodles!"
As soon as I heard the click from the line going dead, I blared the playlist from my iPod. Who the fuck said toodles anymore? I could already see that we were going to have a love/hate relationship, because there were just too many things that already drove me freaking crazy. Maybe Emmett would end up being the closer friend to me out of the two of them–though I was a bit nervous about meeting his wife, Rosalie. Alice said she could be a real bitch, but that she was good to Emmett and an amazing mother to their two children. It was hard picturing him as a father now, but then again, given how long it'd been since I saw him, I guess it wasn't all that surprising.
Right as I was getting into the groove of the music, my cursed phone rang again; this time blaring the theme song of the Andy Griffith show, alerting me that it was Charlie.
"Hey, Dad," I answered as cheerfully as I could.
"Hey, Bells, where are ya?"
"I'm just leaving Portland and have about another four hours to go."
"Wow, you're making good time. What'd you do? Drive straight through?" He laughed, concern lacing his tone.
"Yeah, pretty much. When you have a pint-sized human Chihuahua constantly calling your phone in an unhealthy, obsessive manner, you tend to do stupid things like that. How are you doing?"
"Eh, I guess I'm doing okay. I went up to the diner this morning for breakfast," he mumbled. I could hear the fatigue in his voice, telling me that he hadn't slept much and was doing just how I suspected; he was miserable and lost. I vowed that as soon as I got the chance, I'd swallow my pride and call Billy, Jake's father, and plead with him to check on Charlie and keep him busy.
Other than the friends I was returning to, Charlie was all I had left. And I knew that if anything were to happen to him, there'd be no saving me from myself. I would let my grief have me, and although I hated to think about it, that would probably be the one thing that could possibly cause me to relapse.
"Dad, you sound tired. Do you at least have plans today?" I sighed as I honked at an idiot that cut me off on the interstate.
"Not really. It's Sunday, Bells. You know I usually take Sunday to relax before going back to work Monday."
"What am I going to do with you, huh? Am I going to have to call Ms. Thibodeaux down the road and have her come give you something to do?"
"You wouldn't," he stated firmly in a low voice.
"Oh believe me, I would. Get your butt up out of that chair and go fishing, go kill something…hell, take up a cooking class! Anything!"
"A cooking class?" he reiterated flatly. "You want me to sign up for a cooking class? Bells, you've seen my toast, right?"
"Which is exactly why a cooking class would help you!"
"Okay, I'm hanging up now. Let me know when you get there, and give those kids a hug from me."
"Um, should I be jealous, Dad? Even I don't get many hugs from you, and I'm your daughter!" I said jokingly.
"Kind of like you ripping me apart for not cooking for you while you lived with me, huh?" he shot back smugly.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Dad! I did not rip you a new one! I suggested a cooking class, once, to get you off your hind end while I'm gone! Gah, I'll call you later, you old fart."
I hung up my phone, laughing at Charlie's insanity. I knew he was just joking with me, but still….sometimes his joking could be irritating as hell.
The closer I drew to Forks, the more I felt the undeniable tears threatening to spill. Though it had been years since I'd been there, and years since I thought of anything related to that place aside from the Cullens, there was so much more I realized I'd missed. And that says a lot, because I was not a girl that cried easily; in fact, it took a lot to bring me to that point.
I couldn't exactly narrow it down to one particular thing that was causing me to get so worked up. Whether it was the cloudy skies, the dense forests, or the overall familiarity of being there, something was calling to me...telling me that this was home. I couldn't explain that feeling, and honestly, I didn't fucking like it. While that may confuse some, I didn't like the idea that I was already warming up to the place so much. I used to be the kind of girl that put my heart into something right away, and being with Jake had taught me to learn from that. So, I was moving to Forks with walls it had taken me months to build around my heart, and already, they felt as though they were weakening from just getting close to the fucking town? I think not!
I shook the warm, fuzzy-as-shit thoughts that were begging to be recognized from my head and focused back on the road, blaring Muse as I drove along.
And again, as if she freaking knew, crack fairy called…again!
I swear that I was dangerously close to strangling the damn fairy the minute I saw her rather than hugging her!
"Yeah?" I chimed, faking my cheerfulness as I turned down the volume on the radio.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"No, I've avoided stopping as much as possible. Why?"
"Because Emmett just showed up to the house with his monster barbecue grill." Alice bitched.
"Okay, Alice, I thought you said he didn't know who he was helping?"
I was really having trouble seeing why the fact that he'd brought his grill angered her so much. Hell, burgers, or whatever it was he decided to cook, would be perfectly fine with me. I was raging hungry, but there was no way I was going to pull off the interstate for a bite to eat.
"He doesn't know! The doofus brought it because he's hungry and wants barbecue. Anyway, just don't stop and get anything because there will be plenty. I've already called Mom and Dad, too. They, of course, know you're coming, but I swore them to secrecy from Emmett."
Need I point out how she once again excluded someone? I had no right to judge, as I'd been gone for fifteen years, but family meant everything to me, and knowing that this was going on kind of pissed me off. I wasn't necessarily mad at Alice…just at the whole situation. Until it was explained to me, I was going to drive myself crazy thinking up all kinds of different scenarios that could have caused the rift between Alice and Edward.
"Carlisle and Esme? Alice, I don't want them to have to help move me!" I groaned in frustration. She knew damn good and well that it was supposed to just be her, Jasper, and Emmett. I just wanted it to be our old crew for old time's sake. Having Carlisle and Esme help made me feel horrible. I'm not really sure why that was either.
"Nonsense, Bella," she told me in a firm voice. "We're just moving the boxes and furniture in, and then we'll eat and head back to my place. Tomorrow is when we'll start unpacking your stuff, and I assure you, the 'rents won't be there, okay?"
"Okay, listen here; if you think that you're going to run the show once I get there, you've got another thing coming, twinkle toes. I will wake up when I decide. Are we clear?"
"Oh my. We're really going to have to fix this bitter attitude of yours, Bella. You'd think that with all I've done to help you, you'd show a little more appreciation," she huffed angrily.
"Believe me, I am grateful. But this business of calling me way before it's time and pretty much laying out exactly what I'm going to do and when is pissing me off. I don't do well with taking orders. I'm not the pushover I once was. I'm sorry if that offends you, Alice, but it's just the way I am now. Be glad I'm warning you, because I usually don't give people that much."
"What happened to you to make you like this?"
"I was shown the dark side of everything. Leave it at that, Alice."
"Okay, okay…I'm sorry, Bella, really. I don't want to push you, and I hope maybe one day you'll feel comfortable enough to tell me about it. And believe me, I know I can be overbearing and controlling. My parents and Emmett give me hell about it all the time. Tell me off like you just did when I get to be too much, but don't expect me to change the way I've always been, because I won't, and I don't want to. Now, are we clear?" she answered, finishing with a bit of arrogance.
I smiled to myself at her willingness to go toe to toe with me. "I think we'll be just fine, twinkle toes."
"Don't call me that, dammit!" she whined, her voice still managing to sound like bells.
"Sorry, I like it, and you're stuck with it! I'll be there in about an hour. Bye!"
I hung up and turned my phone off. So help me, God, I wasn't going to have any more fucking interruptions until I pulled up into my driveway.
All the snappy comments I'd made to Alice during my drive here, along with all of the negative thoughts, disappeared the moment I pulled my truck up along the curb of my new home. There, sitting in my front lawn, was Alice looking as beautiful as ever. Her nearly black hair was alarming against her porcelain skin, and everything about her screamed fashionista–from her designer clothing, to her perfect makeup and immaculate hair styling. A few feet away standing over a massive black grill, was who I assumed to be Emmett, as he was monstrous, just as Alice had described, though I couldn't see his face as his back was turned. His fucking biceps alone looked as though they could swallow my head. Beside Alice and beaming brightly at me, were two faces I'd had burned into my memory for years…Carlisle and Esme. My eyes filled with tears as my throat tightened from the emotion. I stepped down out of my truck, and before I'd even rounded the front, Alice's small frame was wrapped around me, her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I could actually feel her crying against me. We stood that way for a while until I felt four more arms surround us.
I lifted my head from Alice's shoulder to see Carlisle and Esme standing on either side of us, tearfully smiling and hugging us.
"Oh, Bella…I've missed you so much," Alice cried.
"I've missed you too, Alice. And both of you, Carlisle and Esme. I'm so glad you're here."
"Bella, dear, it's our pleasure," Carlisle whispered as I heard a deep voice boom out from behind him.
"Hey dammit, when do I get to join in on the fun? Who the hell are y'all hiding in your little huddle?"
At that moment, Alice released me and slowly moved aside with Carlisle and Esme, finally bringing me face to face with Emmett. He looked me over in confusion for a moment, his blue eyes narrowing in a calculating manner.
"Uh, who the hell are you?" he finally asked, scratching at his head. Carlisle roughly jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow. "What? How am I supposed to know who she is?"
"You never were very observant, water head," I quipped with a smile as his eyes widened, then he scowled.
"Water head? I don't even fucking know you, and you're calling me names? No one calls me that," he bellowed as Alice placed a hand against his chest and made him take a step back.
"Em, when was the last time someone called you a water head?" she asked pointedly.
I folded my arms over my chest in amusement, waiting for it to dawn on him.
"Oh come on, Al, you know there's only one per…no fucking way!" he exclaimed as he roughly moved her out of the way and eyeballed me again. "Cinder-Bella?"
Okay, I would let that go this one time considering I'd used the name he hated against him. While we were growing up, I had always called him "Water head" due to his huge ego, and his odd-ball form back then; his head was just a little too big for his body. In return, he'd dubbed me as Cinder-Bella. To this day, I haven't the slightest fucking clue where the name came from, all I know is I hated it. Maybe it was because I had always considered myself to be a tomboy versus a prissy girl that fawned over anything Cinderella related. It was a weak guess, but that's all my frazzled brain could come up with.
"I'll let that one slide, you big oaf." I smirked with narrowed eyes as Emmett's face broke out into a huge grin just before he lunged at me and wrapped his huge arms around my waist, picking me up and swinging me around in circles.
I struggled to breathe through the intense grip he had on me, and the laughter that I couldn't hold down. I could smell the fabulous smoke from the grill on his skin and clothes, and it caused my stomach to loudly grumble. I didn't think anyone had heard that sad display until Emmett came to a standstill and looked at me in shock.
"Was that your stomach?" he exclaimed as I rolled my eyes. Great, I had another Charlie that would be on my ass.
"Well, I haven't eaten since this morning. Someone called me and told me not to stop because her wonderful brother would be cooking."
Emmett whipped his head around to glance at Alice, nearly clocking the side of my head as his eyes sparkled mischievously. "Aw, you called me wonderful, midge?"
"Midge?" I laughed, receiving a glare from Alice as Carlisle and Esme snickered.
"Don't start, Bella. And no, you buffoon, I didn't call you wonderful," she snapped.
"Not too good with sarcasm, are you, Emmett?" I smiled as he looked back at me with a smirk.
"You look amazing, Bella. I can't believe you're actually here. How did all this shit go down without me knowing?"
"Well, I'd be happy to explain it to you, but could you put me down now? It's kind of hard to breathe." I gasped, managing to hit his arm rather firmly.
"Oh, damn, sorry. I'm just so…God, I've missed you."
"Miss you, too, and to answer your question, Alice here found me on Facebook."
"How long ago?" he exclaimed, glaring at her.
"Does it matter? Now you know why I've been on your ass about getting a Facebook account," she bit back.
"Well maybe if you'd have thrown me a bone about Bella, I'd have joined by now!"
"That is such bullshit, Emmett!" Alice screamed back.
They continued on in their banter while I sidestepped them and went over to Carlisle and Esme.
"I can see they haven't changed much." I chuckled, slipping both hands into my back pockets.
"Sadly, not at all; they bicker about everything under the sun. They've actually become quite competitive over the years, and I'm sure that you're their new challenge. You'll have them both begging for your attention."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to make sure I split up my time evenly, then," I told them with a smile.
"How was your trip, dear? You look exhausted," Esme inquired sweetly, brushing some hair from my face.
"I am, but overall it was okay. Alice made sure to keep my phone ringing, so there was never a dull moment. You guys look great, by the way; you haven't changed at all."
"Oh honey, you're too kind." Esme laughed. "How's Charlie?"
"Not too good from what I could tell. The man can't cook, so he'll probably live on take out for a while. Right now, he's angry that I suggested he take a cooking class."
Carlisle laughed loudly, bringing his hand to his face and covering his eyes. "I can see how that would anger him…he's always been stubborn."
"Well you look great, Bella. We're so glad you're finally back home."
I looked to Esme and saw her share a glance with Carlisle before looking at her feet after a shake of his head.
"Where is he?" I questioned, not beating around the bush. Esme's eyes reflected her alarm. She must have thought that I had been oblivious to her and Carlisle's exchange.
"All this time that you two have been in contact, and Alice hasn't told you?" Carlisle asked, disbelievingly.
"No, and it's not from lack of trying. I ask all the time, but she avoids it, dodges the question, or claims we'll talk about it later. I don't want to put a damper on my reunion with you guys, really. It just would have been nice for him to have been here," I told them with a smile. "So tell me, is the food close to ready yet, Emmett? I'm starving over here!" I shouted over my shoulder.
"Yeah, I can tell! I know they feed you like a queen over there, so why are you so damn skinny?" he hollered back before setting down the cooking utensil and running over to me.
"And I normally do eat like a queen. You could stand to learn a thing or two about feeding people, you know? I could've run to McDonald's, had two Big Macs, and been back by now."
"Damn, you're not wasting any time in jumping back on the horse to give me shit, are you?" Emmett said with a laugh as he hooked his arm with mine and dragged me over to the barbecue grill.
"So, I hear you're a daddy and a freaking husband now? What's up with that?" I questioned, playfully bumping my shoulder into his.
"Man, I can't wait for you to meet Rosie. She's a real bad ass, beautiful, and a great mother. I would've brought her and the kids with me today, but I was under the impression we were actually moving you into the house. Midge over there didn't tell me about the change in plans until thirty minutes ago. And believe me, the need to control everything like she did when we were kids hasn't waned at all," he said with a loud groan.
"You don't have to tell me that. The fucking crack fairy called me at five this morning to tell me to get on the road. Then, she proceeded to try and pass me orders through the phone, telling me how my day would go and what the full game plan was for tomorrow. I put my foot down, and she actually seemed shocked. I take it that none of you have a backbone where she is concerned, huh?"
"Fuck no, not when it comes to her, Mom, or Rosie anyway. I might as well add you to that list because if you put your foot down with Alice and she actually listened to you, then I'm sure I don't want to be on the receiving end of your anger." He chuckled as he flipped a few burger patties and then stopped, looking over at me in amusement. "Wait…what did you call her?"
"Who? Alice?" I questioned as he nodded. "Crack fairy," I reiterated with a wicked glint that I just knew was in my eye. Emmett howled in laughter.
"Oh dude, Jazz is going to fucking love that!" he told me, chuckling a bit more before Alice joined us.
"You're hogging Bella," she complained, placing her hands on her hips and stomping her foot.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me? This is how she gets you to give in? She throws a tantrum?" I exclaimed, not believing what I was seeing.
"You'd give in after a while too," he said in his defense, but I just shook my head in amazement that someone his size was intimidated by someone who was only as tall as the top of his stomach.
"Oh trust me, I won't." I stepped away from them at that point to call Charlie.
"I'm still not taking that damn class, Bells," he answered into the phone.
"I'm just letting you know that I made it in. I've been here about thirty minutes, but I kind of got caught up talking to everyone."
"Who's all there?" he asked, and I couldn't put my finger on it, but something didn't sound right in his voice.
"Carlisle, Esme, Emmett and Alice; the only one missing is Edward. I have no idea where he's at, and no one will answer my questions, either."
"Humph. Well, I wish I knew what to tell you, Bells. I haven't the slightest idea, but if I were you, I'd let it go and let them tell you on their own time."
"I know, dad. I'm going to let you go because Emmett's cooking burgers, and it's looking like they're very nearly done. I'll call you later. Love you," I told him.
"Love you, too, Bells. Tell everyone I said hello."
When the line went dead, I pocketed my phone and turned back to see Emmett talking heatedly into his phone. I had hid around the side of the house so I was out of his sight.
"I told you, don't you dare fucking show up here! Do you really want her friend to see that? Christ, Edward, you can't even manage to button your damn clothes correctly, much less walk in a straight fucking line. Do you really think that I'm going to tell you to get in a car, knowing you're fucking high as a kite right now? Mark my words; if I see you pull up, I'm calling the fucking cops." With that, Emmett ended the call and slid the phone into his back pocket.
My stomach plummeted. Was I strong enough to do this? Edward was a drug addict. That thought made me uneasy, but in the end, I decided that there was no way I could live in the same city as him and not go by to at least say hi. I needed to see him for myself.
I quietly walked up beside Emmett. "You still aren't ready to feed me?" I asked as my stomach gurgled.
"Almost. I take it that you overheard some of that?" he asked with a sigh.
"Some, but it's all right. It's not my business. Do you have any advice for me since I'm staying with Alice and Jasper until the house is done?"
"You'll need pillows to sleep on, and then an extra to smother your face with."
I must have looked at him oddly, because he grinned. "Do you really want to hear the midge and her boy toy going at it all hours of the night? They're fucking loud, Bella, trust me."
"Damn," I whined petulantly, because let's be honest, I wanted some damn sleep tonight. Maybe if I spiked Alice's Red Bull with my anxiety meds, she'd crash. Right, like I'd ever really do that, but hey, it would do the trick. "Em, can't I stay with you? Or maybe Carlisle and Esme?"
"Bella, you're kidding yourself if you think staying somewhere else will save you from her," he joked. "You've been gone a long time, cupcake, and you've got a lot to learn regarding how ruthless that little crack fairy can be."
"You know, when we were kids, you and Edward were my protectors. What changed?"
"Okay, I could answer that, but you'll think I'm an ass."
"Well, thinking you're an ass was instilled in me long ago, so let's have it. What changed?" I asked with a grin.
"PMS. I may be a big son-of-a-bitch, but I'm not stupid enough to fuck with a woman while she's PMS'ing, and from what I can tell, Alice is well on her way right now."
"Do you have any idea how sick it is that you're talking about your sister raggin'?" I asked in disgust as Emmett scowled at me. "I may have just found ya'll again, but I'm afraid that I'll never understand the way your mind works, Emmett."
"Hey, Bella?" he asked as I began to turn away. "I won't give you my two cents unless you ask, because I know that no matter what I say, you're going to do what you want anyway. But…tomorrow, after we move you in, if you want to see Edward, I'll give you directions there. And don't breathe a word of it to Alice; she'll have my balls in a sling."
I couldn't help myself. I threw my arms around Emmett as my eyes moistened. "Thank you, Emmett."
He simply nodded against me, and one thing was for sure, I never thought that Emmett would be able to read me so well. I needed to be careful with my emotions because the walls I'd built were starting to crumble, and I hadn't even been here a full day.
I was fucked.
"Bella!" Alice's shrill voice shouted to me.
"Yeah?" I called back, as Emmett smirked and mouthed that the burgers were done.
"Come inside and meet Jazz."
I impatiently waited while Emmett placed all the cooked patties on a plate and then raced inside. I walked into the kitchen of the house and found Alice sitting on a huge blanket that had been laid out on the tile floor.
I arched a brow in her direction questioningly.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she shrieked.
"Well, I don't know. Maybe it's because you screamed at me to come in here to meet Jasper, then I walk in to find you sitting on this blanket alone."
Before she could respond, Emmett came in carrying a couple of bags and setting them on the bar. From the bags he pulled bread, condiments, and a few two-liter bottles of soft drinks. I walked over and set the patties next to the bread just as another guy came walking in. He was tall with chin length, dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I knew this was Jasper as I had seen a few pictures of him on Alice's Facebook page. He went straight up behind Emmett and punched the ever loving shit out of his shoulder.
"Dude, what the fuck? I just cooked a gourmet meal for your ass, and this is how I get repaid?" Emmett griped in mock offense.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry, come here and let Jazz make it better," Jasper goaded in the thick southern accent Alice had told me so much about. I couldn't help but laugh as Jasper started making kissing noises at him, the last time actually landing on Emmett's cheek.
"You're fucking dead, Jazz! I'm so going to beat your ass!" Emmett roared as he tore away from the counter and took off out of kitchen, chasing Jasper through my house, laughing boisterously the entire time.
"Emmett Cullen, you break my house and you'll be the one getting your ass beat!" I shouted.
I waited a few moments, and just like I suspected he would, I heard him shout from somewhere at the back of the house.
"Bellaaaaa," he whined. "He started it! Damn, you're always fucking getting me in trouble, you douche!" I heard him chastise Jasper. Alice laughed from her spot on the floor as both men came stumbling into the kitchen–Jasper smug as shit, and Emmett pouting like a two year old.
"Hi, darlin'. I'm Jasper. Pleasure to finally meet you," he introduced himself with a handsome smirk.
"It's nice to meet you, Jasper, but don't think that your charm will work on me. One, you have a woman right behind you to lay it on, and two, the same thing goes for you; you fuck up my house, I fuck up your face? Understood?"
I actually think that Alice thought I was joking. I wasn't. It cost enough moving here and getting the house; the last thing I needed was to add repairs to that list.
Jasper's eyes widened as he swallowed loudly and nodded, just as Emmett slung his big ass arm over my shoulder, kissing my temple loudly with a smack.
"I don't know what happened to the quiet and reserved Bella we knew as kids, but damn if I'm not loving the new you. It's gonna be great having you back." He laughed as Carlisle and Esme walked in.
They both had guilty looks on their faces. Almost like they'd been talking about me or something; whatever it was had my stomach rolling, and that I didn't like. I glanced around the room and saw that Alice was now pissed, Jasper looked stressed and suddenly drained of energy, and Emmett was frowning disappointedly beside me.
"What'd we miss?" Esme asked with a brilliant grin, wiping the guilty expression away like a pro and breaking the silence.
What the fuck was going on, and what the hell was everyone hiding?
Okay, so this was a bit of an odd chapter, at least for me. I had some trouble with writer's block on this one.
If the interactions between the characters seem too cozy after fifteen years, just remember they were like family when she moved.
Next chapter: Edward makes his first appearance!
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