A/N: Hi guys! Thanks soooo much for reading my story I'm so proud!!! And if you don't mind, please write reviews and such, it makes me happy, so I'll post new chapters more often. But keep in mind that I have other things to do, (YES, I have a life), so don't expect new chapters every day or so. This chapter is full of fluff and nothing really important happens. But I have fun making up stories within stories. **No, this is not the Kate in the Denali clan**

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Chapter 3: A Sleepover Full of Stories

I will be able to be with Edward…as a ghost.

"Are you sure Bella?" God asked me, "I know that this decision in life changing either way, but are you sure?"

"Umm…" Was I sure? To forget Edward would be torture, only I wouldn't know it. And we would probably end up meeting again anyways, I'm certain he's my soul mate. But to be a ghost, well, I would be supernatural, like him. And he couldn't tear me from his side, I wouldn't be some frail human. Wait, couldn't they just stop me from getting a paper cut so Edward wouldn't freak out? Then I remembered, he doesn't love me anymore, that wouldn't change anything.

"You don't have to tell us right now Bella," said Jesus, "We'll let you sleep on it and you can tell us in the morning."

I nodded, sleep would be good.

Gabriel snapped his fingers again and Miry floated in.

"Yesssir?" She asked.

"Bella will be staying with us for a little while, is it possible that she may move in with you and Kate when she is here?"

"Fine by me," she gave me a smile, "Unless I miss my guess, Kate would be OK with it too."

I returned her smile timidly.

She skipped gracefully to my side, indicating me to stand up. She reached out and touched the chair I was sitting in, making it disappear.

I gaped at her and the spot the chair was.

She just chuckled and whispered in my ear, "Magic!"

Then God said to me and Miry, "I do hope that everything will work out. Bella, I'm very sorry that you can't be here longer."

I smiled at him a little, "S'ok." Sleep was getting to me.

God and Jesus nodded at me, and turned into fog again. Then they were gone.

Gabriel stood up and walked over to me and Miry. "I bid you good night Bella, Miry," He said, "Sweet dreams to you both."

"Good night Gabriel!" Miry said in a way that made it sound like she was singing.

He then left us alone in the giant room.

"So," Miry chirped, "Let's go to my place."

We walked down the steps of the temple to the courtyard with the tree holding the dove and forbidden fruit.

"Hey Bella?" Miry asked, "Umm…don't answer if this offends, but, why won't you be staying with us?"

I sighed, of course someone would ask me that. "It's a long story."

"Pfft, that's what everyone says when they don't want to share," she accused, "It really can't be that embarrassing, or bad, or strange, or inappropriate, or something like that."

"Yes, it can. And it can also be that painful to talk about," I told her, my tone taking on a bit of tears.

"Ohh, I sorry," she said, "Don't worry, it'll be Ok, you see. It will."

I sniffed a little and nodded. I will get better.

"Come now, the cloud is here."

"Cloud?"

She just pulled me to a floating cloud with two seats on it.

"Well, get in," she said.

I followed onto the cloud and sat on one of the seats.

"Hello, You have boarded C.L.O.U.D. number 22. Where is your destination?" A friendly generic computer voice asked.

"House 4–27 on Nimbostratus way," Miry told the cloud.

"Destination confirmed. We will arrive at 4–27 Nimbostratus way in approximately five minutes. Thank you for choosing C.L.O.U.D. for your transportation this evening."

"Miry?"

"Yes Bella."

"Is Kate nice?"

"Yeah, she likes dogs. Likes drawing cartoon figures, you know, like anime. She's a little wacky and eccentric, if you know what I mean. "

"We have arrived at 4–27 Nimbostratus way. Thank you for choosing C.L.O.U.D. for your transportation this evening. Good Night."

Miry and I stepped off the cloud and watched it as it flew up and away.

We walked up to her house. It was a splendid little cottage, like all the others on her street, but, still. It had a light blue door and shutters on the two windows facing the street. The top of the door was rounded to an oval shape, giving the little house a cozy feeling. The roof was shingled with light gray tiles, edged with white gutters. On either side of the porch was many bright flowers, happy and looked as if the weight of the world couldn't bring them down. The house was painted light yellow, as a matter of fact, the whole house was colored light something. Everything pastel and calming, except for the little flower garden, screaming, Don't worry, be happy now!

"Ahh, home sweet home." Miry said quietly to herself.

She opened the door to a pristine pastel room. The sofas and armchairs were light pink and orange, looking like the sky at sunset. The walls were painted light green, tinted slightly with blue. Like the sea at dawn. In-between the two couches was a low glass coffee table rimed and held together with highly polished silver.

"Kate! We have a visitor," Miry shouted into the house, while closing the door behind us.

Hey hey you you

I don't like your girlfriend!

No way no way

Think you need a new one…

Music was blasting loud from somewhere in the house, not the usual classical I liked, but it wasn't that bad. Edward wouldn't like it…

My thoughts trailed off, it hurt so bad to think of him. I wrapped my arms around my chest or I would fall to pieces.

"I'll be out in a sec!" a voice yelled back, it was high clear and reminded me of laughter. I don't know why, it just did.

The music cut off and a girl around the age of thirteen, maybe fourteen, bounced into the room. She had short black hair, cut short and curved in towards her neck under her ears. Relatively short, she was maybe a head shorter than me. Her eyes were almond shaped with dark brown irises, clearly Japanese. Wearing a dress similar to Miry, she looked like a classic angel. (A/N: this is NOT the Kate from the Denali clan. It's a person I know who I added in the story)

"Hello," she said to me politely, looking at me with tilted head, "You're Bella right?"

"Yes," How did she know that?! "How'd you know?" She could be a mind reader like, like him. She may see the future like Alice! Or just have a creepy way of 'knowing' things…

"I got a call from Gabriel like five minutes ago," she told us.

Oh, that makes sense. I think that night is getting to me.

"Anyway, Bella's staying with us over night," Miry said, her vice then dropping to a whisper, "She'll be leaving at noon."

Realization dawned on Kate's face, her eyes dropped to the floor and she nodded.

"I see," she said in a low, sympathetic voice.

"Did Gabriel tell you?" I asked. That wasn't the nicest thing, don't you ask people before you give away something personal.

"Tell me what?"

"Why I'm here, my choices, what happened," I told her. What does she think I'm here for?

"No, he just said you were spending the night," she looked at me curiously.

"Do you know how Heaven works Bella?" Miry asked me.

I glanced at Miry sheepishly. "Not really," I admitted. Wasn't that something you have to learn at church?

Kate giggled at my expression. "Come on," she said, "Let's get you into PJ's and we'll tell stories before we go to bed."

They went on either side of me, grabbed my arms, and skipped with me to their bedroom.

"We only have a few thing that will fit you," Kate murmured.

"So sit back, relax," Miry cut in, "And leave everything to us."

"I want to do her hair!" Kate shouted cheerfully. Both of them reminded me of Alice, only younger, less scary, and with wings and halos.

We went down the hall into their room, which looked like two completely different rooms.

The right side was obviously Kate's. It was mostly blue, from her bed to her blue and green striped wall paper. On her ceiling, there was giant poster of a pug. There was a worn stuffed animal pug on her bed, resting on the pillows. Her dresser was a green sea with emerald buttons.

The left side of the room was Miry's. Like black and white, yin and yang, wrong and right, cats and dogs, or toothpaste and orange juice; their rooms were complete and total opposites. While Kate's was blue, green, and pugs, Miry's was pink, more pink, and a band called Big Bang. In the corner, her bed was sharp, angular and pristine. Like a fresh blanket of soft pink snow, slightly glistening in the sunlight, or rather the light coming from the lamp. Her wallpaper was powder pink with lavender polka dots, and her side of the room smelled like roses, though there were no flowers in sight. There were large hot pink double doors on the far way, with pink fuzzy letters reading, "My Totally Awesome Closet!" Hanging over Miry's bed was a poster with five teenage boys. In the middle of the poster was their names, and above that said, "Big Bang." She had a few more smaller posters covering the wall on her side of the room.

But the only thing they shared, the only thing not pink or blue, was a sophisticated silver stereo in the middle of the room. Each half on one of the girl's sides, looking like standing on two different worlds, the way the different carpet colors smashed into one another; Dark, forest green that made you surrounded by trees, deep and captivating so you felt safe and sheltered, how a floor could do that is beyond my knowledge and the softest shade of purple you could possibly lay eyes on. Their personal CD's on racks either side of it.

The sight ripped the hole of my chest wide open, sucking my arms to my chest as if to help me from falling apart. This wretched hole was the reason why I can't stay here, in a land of white and lovely houses with no care in the world. Why I couldn't gaze at the breathtaking night sky, not limited from buildings. Why I couldn't sit on a cloud and watch it change colors at evening and dusk. This hole, eating my alive, or eating me dead, or whatever I was now.

This was all Edward's fault, but I couldn't bring myself to hate him for it, to really make him take the blame. Too lovesick for my own good.

"Bella, you Ok?" Kate asked me.

"Yeah, I'm alright," I said quickly.

Miry made a you're–missing–something–really–obvious–right–now–but–I–can't–tell–you–because–Bella's–right–there face. You could really see the light bulb above Kate's head as she took in Miry's expression.

"I'll, umm, go get you some clothes now," Kate said as she hurried towards her wardrobe. Miry skipped over to her giant closet and disappeared inside. Before I knew what was happening, clothes were being thrown at me like lighting.

Time to play dress–up.

About two long, painful hours later, I was in blue plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a green spaghetti-strap top. They gave me some fuzzy purple slippers to use to. They fussed over my hair for the longest time, Miry eventually won and put it in a loose, fancy–looking braid.

"I know the perfect thing to do," said Miry, "Lets sit on the carpet, and tell our stories."

"I can't," Kate replied, "it's too horrible."

"Pfft. Not at all compared to mine," Miry retorted.

Kate sighed before giving in. "I guess. From a really weird point of view, it's kinda funny."

Horrible and funny stories. Stories about what? "You guys, stories about what?"

"How you died," Kate said, "It's a really good way to get to know one another."

I gulped, there was no way I would be able to tell a story about him without falling to pieces.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Miry said in a gentle voice, "Though it would be nice if you did."

"I'll make some hot coco!" Kate piped up, jumping and slightly sprinting out of the room.

"We don't have to eat," Miry said. That explained a little, I wasn't hungry at all. "We can if we want, but out bodies don't need it any more, but the food still tastes delicious."

Kate then skipped back in, precariously balancing three mugs full of coco in one hand.

We gathered in the middle of their shared room on the rug, hot coco in hands. Miry sat on a pink bean bag, Kate on a blue one, and mine was half blue and half pink.

Figures.

"I want to go first," Miry said, "I like telling my story."

"K," Kate said, and I motioned for her to continue.

"June 25th, 1950 was the day I died. The North Koreans were invading my home, and I, being a young girl of 14 was taken captive. To this day, I don't know what they were planning to do with me and the other captives, maybe sell us into slavery or kill us later. Anyway, we were in one of the camps, and the dictator or warden came over to inspect us. He stopped at me and the group of girls with me, all my age. He leaned towards us and asked us, 'would you like to be my little servants?' It outraged me, the way he looked at us. So I spit in his face." Miry paused and lowered her head. "You can probably guess what happened next. He called e a filthy peasant and shot me. It felt kinda good, to die a rebel. If I did nothing, I may still be alive today on earth. Maybe not. But I here in heaven now, and work in the temple as a cleaning person, janitor, maid. For Kate's and my own work, we have a beautiful house and garden. We even occasionally get food. Like this hot coco," She then took a sip from her mug and shifted so she was facing Kate, looking at her expectantly.

"Alright then," Kate complained, "I'll share. Just don't expect a happy ending.

"I don't remember the exact date, only the year; 1966. I was 13. My parents and my two brothers and I went to go ride the new ride: It's a Small World. In our boat was my family and this other family. A really fat mom with her really fat daughter and son.

"I was sitting on the right side, next to my brothers Kirk and Kent. Yes, I know: Kirk, Kent and Kate. My parents aren't very imaginative. Anyway, the fat family was behind us and my parents were in front. I was bored and took an apple from my pocket and stared eating it. The fat girl saw one of the water filtration systems and thought it was a turtle. She screamed, 'Look mum, look Augustus, I see a giant turtle!' the fat boy wanted to see it I guess, so he leapt to the right side of the boat where his sister is. Because the oaf was so fat, the boat actually tipped over, spilling everyone on the right side of the boat over, Meaning the fat kids and me.

"Of course 'Lizzy' and 'Augustus', the fat people were so buoyant the floated right back up. I sank to the bottom and was choking on my apple. The collar of my shirt got caught on water filtration system and held me down.

"By the time I heard my mother yelling 'Kate! Kate!' it was too late. I was already dead and detached from my body and waiting for Gabriel. I didn't know I was waiting for him, but when he came to get me everything was alright. When I got to heaven, I was made a guardian angel for a job. I have a morning shift, and Diana, another guardian angel has the night shift.

"I wanted to be a guardian angel because I didn't want someone to die a stupid death like me. To this day I hate that song."

It's a small world after all.

It's a small world after all.

It's a small world after all.

It's a small, small world.

Kate ran out of the room screaming, while Miry was laughing hysterically by the stereo.

"Not only does she not like the song, it scares her too," Miry said, triumphantly taking a drink of her hot chocolate. She reached behind her and turned the stereo off.

Kate timidly poked her head in the room, looked around, an scowled at Miry, still grinning from ear to ear.

"Ohh, you're so mean." Kate said, giving Miry a little push, "Bella is now my new best friend." She walked over to me and liked her arm with my own.

"I believe it's your turn, new best friend," said Kate, sticking her chin out and shaking her head tauntingly at Miry.

I inhaled deeply and sighed. I'll give them the clipped version. Kate had left my side and sat back on her bean bag. "Long story short, a vampire wanted revenge, but her friend found me first, so he drank my blood."

"Come ON Bella!" Kate whined, "Some details. It's story night!"

"I just can't Kate," It hurts too much. I'll think of him something will remind me of him.

Flashback:

"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes gleamed, "The talking came earlier."

I groaned. "What did you hear?"

His gold eyes grew very soft. "You said that you loved me."

"You knew that already," I reminded him, ducking my head.

"It's nice to hear, just the same."

I hid my face against his shoulder.

"I love you," I whispered.

"You are my life now," he answered simply

end flashback

This was one of the many times I told him that I loved him. And it was all a lie. He killed me, not directly, but he killed me all the same. He took a piece of my heart with him when he disappeared forever, leaving a black hole there. I bet he never loved me. He was probably bored, so he chose to break a heart, because his stopped working, he broke another.

But I still love him.

How pathetic am I.

I sat there in the beanbag chair, clutching myself for dear life, for dear sanity. All the while Miry and Kate are looking at me like I just pooped out a hairbrush.

"Maybe you should go to bed now Bella," Miry suggested.

I nodded and rocked back and fourth.

Kate grabbed the empty cups off the floor and did a funny bouncy–like run out the bedroom door.

Miry helped me up and lead me to what she called, 'the Yellow Room.' And it was named that for a good reason. Everything was a shade of yellow, the bed, the carpet, the walls and ceiling, even the door was yellow. Everything was a shade of yellow, except for a cherry wood desk in the corner of the room. The curtains were yellow, the lamp was yellow, and shined yellow light on everything.

I jumped on the bed, and forgot my worries, I let myself be lost in the soft down comforter and inhaled the scent of the sun.

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AND… 3342 words later, CHAPTER 3 LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I know it was all useless fluff, but I just HAD to get Miry and Kate's deaths in. Isn't weird how Kate died on It's a Small World. I have a tighter schedule now, and I may not be able to update very often, so check on Sundays, it will most likely be updated every week. This is 12 pages long on Word, so it took me a while. I just felt like the story was going to fast, you know? Please read and review. I won't start the 4th chapter until I get at least 7.

As Always, The Queen of Hearts, Michelle Jefferson