A/N: Someone suggested I write in Edward's POV. I think I'll give it a try next chapter, since I can't find a good transition.

4

Walking into the house, I noticed the suitcases piled at the foot of the stairs first. There was a mountain of them, likely mostly Alice and Rosalie's doing.

"Road trip!" I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw Emmett, clothed in Bahama shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. I was honestly surprised there wasn't suntan lotion smeared on his nose. I supressed a giggle at this image of him, wondering again their explanation for their travelling, especially with Renee as livid as she presently was.

"Emmett..." Edward grumbled in exasperation, standing at my side. I saw him pinch the bridge of his nose from the corner of my eye. I assumed he had been trying to talk Emmett out of being so care-free all day. It didn't bother me at all; I liked things being vaguely normal. And besides, that's just the way Emmett is.

"Edward..." I whispered. "It's okay." Then, in a slightly louder voice, "What are we telling Renee and Phil?"

"We're going on vacation. We're going to visit relatives in Miami. We're 'leaving' now, though we'll be here until you leave in a few days; I imagine Renee will want to chastise you for not calling." Edward explained.

I grumbled in response, and Renee started honking the horn. "What did I come here to get?"

Alice came slowly down the stairs, looking nervous. It was so unlike her; even right after... the funeral... she was still energetic, though more secretive about it. She pushed a small bag toward me. I began to ask what was wrong, but someone began beating on the door.

"Bella? Are you coming back out? Do I have to beat down this door and come get you? Are you having an orgy? I swear to God, if I smell alcohol on your breath, young lady..."

Edward growled deeply, glaring at the door for all he was worth. I sighed.

"She's means well, really she does. She's... shaken up, is all. Yeah, Mom!" I yelled.

"We could shake her up some more," Emmett suggested, grinning good-naturedly.

"And have Phil, and probably most of Florida come after you? I'm surprised the FBI isn't here already..." I grumbled. Edward kissed my cheek briefly, pushing me to the door.

"I'll see you later tonight..." he whispered.

I walked out the door, nearly running into Renee, who was busying herself trying to look through the window. She glanced at the small-ish bag in my hand.

"That's all you needed?" she asked skeptically.

"They're going on vacation. In Florida, for spring break. They're leaving tonight, and I wanted to get it before they left.

"What a coincidence! THey're going to Florida the same time you are!" she claimed with an all-knowing smirk.

"They've been planning thiss for months, Mom, "I lied easily, but was interrupted by the door flinging open.

Emmett came strolling out, with Rosalie scantily clad on his arm. I noticed with ammusement that he had indeed smeared suntan lotion on his nose.

"Hey, Mrs... Bella's mom!" He grinned, holding out his hand. Renee shook it, looking at the inch or so of flesh where her shorts ended and her top began, which seemed to shrink as she noticed my mom's disapproving expression. That was unlike Rosalie...

Alice followed, in a cute sundress, which my mom seemed to approve of, Jasper tailing in long shorts and a tanktop. I noticed with dusgust my mom ogling him, and Jasper got a peculiar look on his face, and moved quickly to the car, leaving Alice to chase after him. Next out were Edward and Carlisle, lugging bags that Emmett and Jasper hadn't been able to carry, then Esme.

Edward jogged up to me, kissing me on the cheek, assuring me that he'd see me later. They piled into their repective cars, and took off. I wondered briefly where they were actually going before Renee dragged me to her car.