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Me: hey!! It's………JOE JONAS!!! OMG!!!!
Twin: OHMAIGAWSHNESS!! HE'S THE HOTTEST GUY EVAA!
Edward and Jasper: whaaa??
Jasper: I thought you loved us!!
Edward: I feel so…..unloved.
Me: awwww it's ok. We still love you.
Edward: REALLY?!
Twin: NOPE! Now get out!
*Edward and Jasper walk sadly through the front door with their heads hanging*
Me: *pops in front of them with camera* you just got PUNK'D!!!
Twin: BOOYAHH!
Edward: so we're still loved??
Jasper: we're still hot?
Me: duuurrr even if we don't own you or Twilight.
Twin: GROUP HUG!!
Me: *whispers to Twin in a fan girl voie* OMG I'm hugging EDWARD CULLEN AND JASPER HALE!! *low squeal*
Edward and Jasper: uhhhh....see you....later....
Me: OMG THEY'RE GOING TO SEE ME LATER!!!

A/N: JOE JONAS IS MY INSPIRATION FOR ALL MY COMEDY STUFF. Oh, yea, Patrick from Sponge bob is too. Anyways, this one is meant to be a little sad and everyone has confused feelings in this one. It will get funny again, it's just that this needs to happen for later on in the story.

Chapter 4: Nightmares

"Okay, Bella. All the guys are asleep. Well, except Jasper......who is waiting for you to leave. We can go back downstairs now." Alice said, skipping back into the room. Even though Alice and Rosalie had their own beds, Alice wanted the full effect of sleeping in sleeping bags in the living room. Jasper walked in while I got off his and Alice's bed. I looked at the bed, and all the sheets that were all over the ground, flown all over the place, and completely tangled. And this was where Jasper was sleeping.

"Oops." I said, blushing, and smiling apologetically at Jasper. "I'm so sorry, Jasper!!" I said, hoping he forgives me. "I'll just—"

"Bella, it's ok. They're sheets. The world isn't going to end." Jasper said, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. I left the room with Alice as we walked downstairs to join Rosalie. "You okay??" she asked me.

"Yea." I said as we got into our sleeping bags and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Edward's POV:

"Bella?" I called to her. I couldn't tell where we were. It was dark, and it looked like we were on the side of a road, surrounded by trees. "Bella!" I called to her again, but she didn't answer. I continued running as fast as I could through the trees. I reached her, and she was lying on the ground. "BELLA!" I yelled frantically, turning her over. I started sobbing. Her eyes were closed, and she was covered in blood. There was a stab wound in her stomach. I screamed her name over and over trying to wake her up. She wouldn't move. I put my head to her chest.......she was still alive. I picked her up and ran with her, as fast as I could, looking for someone, anyone. Someone to help Bella. The girl I was desperately in love with, who was dying in my arms.

"Ed-Edward" she whispered. I wanted so desperately to tell her everything was ok, that she would be alright. That WE would be alright. I wanted to just let her know that I didn't hate her. That I never hated her—that I loved her.

"I love you." She whispered, and then faded into the night as she became unconscious.

I sat up in my bed. Sweat was pouring from my body and glistened on my naked chest. My heart was pounding erratically. I was gasping for air, and tears leaked from my eyes. The nightmare had been so real—so vivid—I was shaking.

-Flashback 5th grade-

We were all outside playing on the playground. We were in 5th grade so we played on the bigger playground. I was sitting on top of the monkey bars with Mike Newton. We were laughing at the fact that Bella couldn't get up here. Well, Mike was laughing. Internally I wanted to go down there, and help her up. She finally managed to get a good grip on the bars, and was pulling herself up, when Mike leaned over and loosened her fingers. She fell, hitting her head on the bars on the way down. I was furious. How could he do that?! I punched him in the face, and he fell off the bars. I jumped down and started looking over Bella who was unconscious. Luckily, Alice had gone to get a teacher. Bella's head was bleeding. "Bella! Bella! Bella!" I kept saying over and over and over. At the time her head was bleeding pretty bad, and I thought she was actually going to die.

"Oh, my!" the teacher said, as he picked up Bella and started taking her to the nurse's office. Alice and I followed behind. We walked into the nurse's office and waited with Bella. Then our father, Carlisle, walked in. He's a doctor. He looked over her forehead. "She's fine. It just needs to be stitched up. Edward, Alice, why don't you go wait outside??" he said as we exited the room.

"This is all your fault!!" Alice yelled at me. I had to agree with her; it was. If I hadn't been so competitive with her this wouldn't have happened…..
"I know." I whispered, and we sat in complete silence until Bella woke.........5 hours later.

-End Flashback-

I looked at my clock—5:00 AM. I got out of my bed and walked down the three flights of stairs to the kitchen. I was passing through the living room, when something caught my eye. I turned my head to look at her.

Her face was turned towards me, and her eyebrows were knit into the shape of a V. her palm was facing upwards by her head, and her hand fidgeted upwards like she was going to claw something. Then, her fingers started flying outwards, like she was hitting something—or protecting herself. That's when she started to scream. I was by her side in a second. I took her face in my hands, and shook her a little bit. "Edward." She cried, still asleep, and then her eyes flew open. She said my name?

She was gasping for air, and I could feel her heart pounding. She looked up at me for a moment, and then jumped away from me. I mentally kicked myself. Well, Edward, this is what you get.

I was surprised Bella didn't wake up Rose or Alice. "Are you okay?" I whispered to her. She nodded. I wanted to know what happened in her dream. Or—nightmare. I suppose. But how to go about this......? "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked her in an innocent voice. Her eyes roamed over my face, and then she shook her head.

I got up and walked into the kitchen.

Bella's POV:

I stared at Edward's retreating figure, still in shock from this dream. It was only a dream. My feelings towards him couldn't have of changed over a DREAM. I steadied my breathing and followed after Edward into the kitchen. It was Friday, the last day of school before the weekend. I sat down on a stool at the counter and watched in curiosity as Edward started pulling Eggs and bacon out of the fridge and pans from under the stove. That's when I noticed—he was shirtless. My eyes roamed over the muscles of his body. Every line, every dent, he was beautiful. Stop it!

He turned toward me, and I couldn't help but stare at his stomach muscles. He had a huge 6-pack, and his sweatpants were low on his hips, I could see the lines where his thigh connected to his stomach......

"Bella?" he brought me out of my daydreaming. Wait! What?! Daydreaming about Edward??
"hmmmm?" I asked, looking up at his face. He was smiling at me. Damn. He caught me staring. I felt my face get warm and I'm sure I looked like a tomato.
"I said, how do you like your eggs?" he was still smiling, and I had to look away because my blush was growing.
"Scrambled is fine, thank you." I said. This was all so weird. He wasn't teasing me. We weren't arguing. "I didn't know you could cook." I blurted before I could stop myself. He let out a chuckle.
"Well, there are alloy of things you don't know about me, Bella." He muttered, with a strange look in his eyes. Just then, Alice and Rosalie came bounding into the kitchen.

"Morning, sleepy heads!!" Alice sang, dancing around the kitchen, literally. Rosalie sat next to me, with her eyebrow cocked. I blushed a deeper shade of red.
"It all smells wonderful, Edward!!" Alice sang, jumping up and down next to Edward. I couldn't help but start laughing. She looked like a 5 year old on Christmas day.

"Yea, Eddie-boy, this is reaaaaal nice of you." Emmett walked into the kitchen smirking, followed by a disheveled-haired Jasper. "Do not call me Eddie." Edward said, handing me a plate with eggs and bacon on it.

"Oh! Thanks, Eddie!—I mean......Edward." I said, a teasing smile played at my lips. He smiled and rolled his eyes. Wow. What with the big change in Edward? "So, how did you sleep....Jasper??" I asked, and all heads turned to me in confusion except Jasper. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, my God......THE SHEETS PEOPLE! Get your minds out of the gutters......" I muttered. "I practically destroyed the bed last night when I was hiding under the sheets and—" I stopped abruptly. Everything from last night flashed back to my mind. I dropped my fork in thin air, it fell to the floor with a crash. My face went into shock. The closet—Edward—playing me—the kiss!!—and......the nightmare. The nightmare after the kiss.

"Bella? BELLA!" Edward was in front of me in a second, shaking me. "BELLA!!" he yelled frantically. Then I realized I hadn't been breathing. I sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air. Everyone was staring at me with worried expressions on their faces—at both me, and Edward. "Excuse me......"I muttered, jumping up from the stool and running up the stairs.

I sat in the corner of Alice's room with my head in my hands. THE KISS—how could I be so stupid as to forget that? What does the kiss mean? Why is Edward acting this way—like—we're friends? What ARE we? Does that stupid nightmare effect my feelings towards Edward? Was the nightmare CAUSED by the kiss from Edward? Or—is my nightmare the future? Of............being in love with Edward Cullen?

Edward's POV:

"I practically destroyed the bed last night when I was hiding under the sheets and—" Bella stopped abruptly. She dropped her fork in thin air, and it fell to the ground. Shock was the dominant feature on her face—her beautiful brown eyes were huge, and her jaw was open.

"Bella? BELLA!" I yelled, running over to her. I shook her shoulders gently. "BELLA!!" I yelled frantically. What was wrong with her?? No, nothing bad could happen to her. I wouldn't let it. She seemed to snap out of it, her eyes focusing on my face. She was gasping for air, and several emotions crossed her face at once. But the most dominant—fear. "Excuse me......." she muttered, jumped off the stool and scrambling up the stairs.

I turned to look at everyone who looked worried. "Edward.......what's up with you, man?" Emmett asked, concerned. If I were to tell him the truth, what would I say? 'Oh, it's ok. I'm just hopelessly in love with the girl who's hated me since kindergarten, and she thinks I hate her back. Oh, yea, I also had a dream last night that she was stabbed and died in my arms, oh, but that was AFTER she told me she loved me.'

No. I don't think so.

A/N: So, I'm sorry if this one wasn't funny. But it was important for the story. So, please, review. Please? *dazzle dazzle dazzle*

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