AN: Another chapter, my fingers just won't quit!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and the characters, I just changed the storyline.

Unbeta'd, mistakes are mine.


I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody

I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now

Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see

Use Somebody-Paramore (cover)

(Originally by Kings of Leon)


BPOV

"Welcome home, Bella." He said.

Home? What does he mean 'home'? I stared at him and when my stare wasn't enough, I glared at him. How dare he think that this is my home? I may have taken to Carlisle and Esme, but they are not my parents and this is not my home.

I said nothing. No one did, until Carlisle.

"Edward, you remember Isabella." I watched as the boy, Edward shook with laughter before me. His laughter was… almost contagious. I had the upmost need to laugh along with him and cry and sing and laugh more.

"Of course I remember, Bella, Dad! Geez." He scoffed and looked down, kicking his shoe slightly on the ground and tucking his hands in his pockets.

"That may be, but she doesn't remember us, Edward." Esme spoke now, gently caressing my shoulders as if it was a habit when holding someone. "Bella, you used to play with Edward and Alice as a baby. You haven't been here since you were about two years old." She patted my back slowly and began rubbing again.

I took in the silence as a way to observe Edward. His hair and eyes are his most prominent features, of course, but his slender figure was another. He wore a long sleeve black flannel shirt that hug his every muscle and dark gray pants with the latest edition of high top supras.

"Alice?" I asked suddenly taken back to what Esme said.

"Yes. Alice, she's your age actually. Edward, why don't you run upstairs and get your sister, please?"

"But mom.." he pleaded.

"No, now please."

"Fine." Edward walked over to the stairs, walked up three steps and hollered. "Alice, get down here!" I giggled a little and Edward's head snapped back at the noise. I immediately stopped and covered my mouth in embarrassment. My cheeks flooded with color as I tried to hide myself.

A short girl with blonde spiked-up hair came hurling down the stairs, nearly shoving Edward over in the process as he was walking back over to where everyone was gathered. She was wearing a blue cut-up shirt that fell over her left shoulder with a purple tank-top underneath it and a pink frilly skirt that stuck out at each end like her hair did. Her stockings were rainbow colors and her shoes were also pink converses'.

"Hi, I'm Alice!" she squealed and hugged me immediately. "I'm sorry about your parents and that you don't remember how awesome we are." Her smile was nothing like Edward's was. Her were covered in braces and her lips had pink lip-stick on them making them pop. She was unlike any other twelve-year old girl I have ever known, and I love her. I hugged her back with an intense tightness. She smelled like rainbows and sparkles.

We giggled like the girls we are as we stepped back from each other. Alice smiled at me and turned to her mother. "Mom, can she stay in my room, she's awesome!"

Esme covered her mouth as she laughed at her daughter. "No, sweetheart, she's got her own room." She turned from Alice to me, "Bella, you'll have the room beside Edward's, it's already decorated and everything for you, just waiting for your things. You'll have your own bathroom, just like everyone else as well."

I had worried about that, I wasn't sure if I wanted to share a room with a fifteen-year old boy. Gross!

"Would you like some food, Bella?" Ever the motherly type, Esme stepped forward. "I can get you some food, if you're hungry?"

"Oh, no thank you, Billy and I ate on the way over." Speaking of Billy, I turned around to see him with red puffy eyes. I grabbed him and hugged him with fierceness. "Thank you." I whispered to him.

He hugged me back and then released me. "Guess you're all set, Bells. I'll see ya 'round then." He turned to leave.

"Billy, wait!" I called after him, following him outside. I turned quickly to everyone else, "I'll be just a second." I followed Billy out to his cruiser as he grabbed the rest of my things and set them out for me. Billy walked over to his driver door and paused for a moment.

"I'll miss you, kid." He said quietly.

"I'll miss you more, Billy." I hugged him again then. Because no one can ever get enough hugs in life. Because everyone loves hugs and because, I love this guy. He's my uncle without being blood and he's the only family I've got left. Sure I've got the Cullen's now, but Billy's been there for years.

Another bye and Billy was gone.

-YGAPOM-

Carlisle grabbed my things from outside as Esme told Edward to show me to my room. Alice took off to hers. As we went up the stairs, I took count of the rooms and bathrooms. From the stairs were two hallways, on the left held Edward's room and bathroom, across from his was going to be mine and then on the right hallway was Alice's room, bathroom and another guest room with an attached bathroom as well. Not to mention that I noticed another set of stairs leading up again to another level. Man, this house is huge, hope I don't get lost.

Edward stopped us I front of a room that had a pink 'B' on it in cursive. My room.

He opened the door and walked in.

I followed Edward in and stopped behind me. To my right was a wall adorned with photos of random art work, to my left was a leopard chair and television on a black stand. Beside that was a black wood desk with a laptop on it and a bookcase above it, books already shelved. In the middle of the room was a queen sized bed, black framed around with a light pink cover and a mid-gray comforter beneath it and hot-pink pillows gracing the front of the bed with dark gray pillows behind them.

The floors were a very light shade of pink and the walls were two shades deeper of pink. A chandelier with diamonds draping off of it and black covers over the bulbs hung from above the bed. To the left of the bed was a vanity dresser and to the right, in front of me, was a walk-in closet that also led to my other bathroom-that too was pink as well.

Edward cleared his throat, reminding me he was also in the room.

"This is, uh, your room." He dropped a couple bags of mine on the floor in front of the closet. Before I could thank him for bringing my things up and showing my room, he's already cross the space between us and is hugging me tightly.

"I've missed you so much, Bella. God, how I've missed you." He hugs me tighter and sniffs my hair a little. "You smell like strawberries." Something between us gets hard and he breaks out contact and walks from my room to his without a word. I'm standing in the middle of my room, dumbfounded.

I smell good, but you left? Boys!

I scoffed and grabbed my things and began to unpack. As I'm removing the things from my keepsake bag, I find photos of myself and my parents as happy as can be, last year. Not even, just about six months ago. I'm squished in between Mom and Dad, smiling like the cheese-ball I am as Dad's mustache reaches his nostrils and Mom's eyes crinkle at the corners.

I don't realize it's happening until they fall, tears drip from my eyes onto the photograph and I'm fast to wipe them off and away. I'll be certain to never ruin their photos. I prop each photo of my parents on my bedside tables, facing inward towards the bed so whenever I toss around, they'll always be there.

Books put away and lucky blanket tucked into the pillows later, Carlisle stopped by with the rest of my things. He doesn't say much as he places them down and walks back out.

Once I'm settled, I lay flat on the bed and stare the chandelier above me until I'm bombarded by Alice. She ran from the door and jumped right on the bed, nearly landing on me and crushing my ribs.

"What are you doing, Alice?" I asked, calming my heart with my hand over it.

"Nothing. Wanna go outside and play on the slides or something?" she asked, popping bubble gum she didn't have downstairs. She keeps staring at me with those blue eyes it's hard to say no. I ask her if we should invite Edward but she says he always stays in his room these days.

"He never wants to play anymore. We used to play all the time until a couple years ago. Meany-head." She pouts as we swing back and forth. Her backyard is nearly three times bigger than mine. With an in-ground pool, a deck and a full playground for us, I can imagine why Alice would want someone else to play with, but at least she had a sibling.

Later on we eat dinner. Esme made baked chicken and alfredo onion noodles with some bread on the side. It's completely delicious looking and I'm raving with hunger when we get back inside. Carlisle sits at the head of the table with Edward to his right and Esme on his left, along with Alice. Unsure of where to sit, I take the open seat next to Edward and barely register it when he shifts a little.

There's a light fizzle in the air between Edward and I as we eat dinner. I'm not sure what it means or what I'm supposed to do, but when we bump elbows, we jerk apart and giggle awkwardly, my face blushing red immediately.

-YGAPOM-

I play with Alice in her room after dinner some more. Soon it's bedtime and I leave her for my room. Nonchalantly, or as best as I could, I glance into Edward's room on my way to the bathroom. He's lying on his bed, facing away from the door-thank God -as I peek in.

His room is nearly organized the same as mine but in shades of blue and gray. His floor is a dark black wood with white fluff rugs around. His bed it near the middle of the room as well, with a black frame and blue comforters and pillows along with a gray down comforter at the foot of the bed. He has a chair in the right corner of the room, with a TV beside it, opposite the bed, like mine. I can see around the door but I'm assuming his closet is there and through it, his bathroom.

As trying to peek around the door, I hear Edward shuffle on his bed and scurry off to my room. I take a long hot shower before bed, mostly to make myself sleep. I scrub away anything left from the day and change into my pajamas. I'm exiting my closet, placing my clothes in the hamper when I spot Edward browsing my library of sorts.

He's wearing lower gray pajama sweats and the same black long sleeve from earlier. His back muscles stick out nicely through the shirt, I must admit. I don't admire many boys, but Edward is what my mother would call, "a looker."

"What are you doing?" I asked, making my way behind him. He startles, laughing to himself saying he didn't know I was there and asking me how long I'd been watching him.

"I just came to say goodnight." He laughed uncertainly, scratching the back of his neck.

"What did you mean earlier when you said you missed me? I mean, I don't really remember you guys at all. I was like, two?"

He nodded. "But we were best friends, Bella." He looked around, then his eyes found mine and I couldn't move. I physically could not move for some reason, I was glue in the spot until his eyes left him, which didn't. "Bella, I-" He stepped closer, holding my gaze.

Part of me wanted to feel frightened, where another part didn't know what that feeling was; it was yet to be discovered.

"I-" he started again. "Goodnight." And he walked briskly out of my door and to his, again, for the second time today.

This had better not become a thing!

I closed my door and curled into my bed, glancing at the photo of my parents one last time before I slept. They were so happy and so young, I wish they were here. I miss them. I bet Mom would tell me why Edward keeps acting weird. If I asked Esme she's probably get angry and kick me out for thinking her son was weird.

I set the frame down and click the lamp beside me. Closing my eyes and I began to drift to sleep holding my lucky blanket that Mom gave me as a baby.

That was the first night I dreamt of Edward Cullen; and not my decease parents.


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