Sorry I deleted it by accsedent so I had to Re-post... sorry

Happy Holidays!!

I know I said Saturday but…

It's semester finals week and my life sucks. Plus it's Christmas SOON and I have to fly out to Illinois during the lets-choose-Christmas-eve-to-go-visit-people rush. Pray that I don't miss a flight and/or crash and die!

THE BEARS WON!!! ~happy dance~

Disclaimer - I do not own twilight, but Seth and Emmett share me! Edward just doesn't care anymore now that he's some big hot-shot.

Extra mistakes in this chapter because it's 2:13 in the morning and I'm not thinking to straight.

Bella Pov

I had just shut the door of my truck closing it with a bit more force than necessary because of the random pessimistic mood that I was in. I went straight to the mail box to see if any acceptation letters came today…or better rejection letters. In fact that would have been an easy ticket out of having to make a decision by myself. ~shudder~ Although to most kids being accepted to every school you had applied to would be not only an honor but the opportunity to have a broad range of options for where you would initially like to go to. But to me no matter what I picked I knew not everyone could be happy and that well….It sucked.

If I went to SU I would upset my parents but Em would be happy, and if I was being honest with myself I would much rather spend the next few years having Emmett to look to for support instead of my parents. He just got me. Like a telepathy …but we weren't twins. Which was a good thing because I don't know what I'd do if I looked like Em.

…Uggh

I really need to stop reminding myself of what Em looks like in a dress.

I will never play truth or dare with him again!

The mail had nothing interesting it was mostly ads or credit card activation thingies (A/N I get that crap all the time, it pisses me off. Why would I need 15 credit card!) along with the miscellaneous bill here and there.

I walked into the house and tossed the post onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. They slid across the table top and some of them hit Renée on her arm that was carelessly leaning against the table. She was sitting on one of the bar stools with a glass of wine and typing furiously on her laptop; to busy to notice the paper hitting her elbow or her child walking into the room. I walked up to my room and tossed my things on the floor on my bed.

I started flipping channels on the small plasma screen that hung on the wall across my bed. I casually tried to find something to watch.

I didn't usually watch much TV, in fact the TV my father insisted I have in here to help me "Relax" had been left unplugged for a while. But in the end Charlie was right I just needed to Relax and burn off a few brain cells. I mean I loved a good book but if felt like all the true literature had been replaced by stories of kids living in pent houses or falling in love with mythical creatures (A/N I had to!…again…)

While I tried find something to watch I couldn't help but notice how everything in the entertainment industry revolved around sex now a days.

From music videos with half naked girls to a whole channel devoted to selling sex toys, hell even the discovery channel had a play by play on exploding Bee testicles and the fact that female spotted hyenas have balls.

I got bored of melting away my mind. So I flicked off the television and pulled out the little bit of homework I had left. With school ending in a few weeks I was shocked that I was still being given homework…and being expected to do it! Although I should have known I would have homework up until graduation or at least calculus homework. I know deep down Ms. Varner is trying to kill me….well I did sometimes hope the man would go into a coma…is that bad? Once I had finished my only little bit of homework I was at a lose of what to do. I had contemplated grabbing my tattered copy of Withering Heights but I was in such a glum mood that I had no desire to read a book that I had already memorized by heart.

I grabbed my Ipod and tried to push everything especially my unexplainable mood to a far corner of my mind. Sucsesfully attempting to focus on the lyrics and voice of the artist that was playing. I was so bored that I decided to play a pathetic little game with myself. I set my Mp3 to shuffle and flipped the screen so it was lying face down on my bed. Since at certain points I couldn't tell what artist sang what song I guessed which artist sang each song.

I had officially lost my mind!

The majority of the time I was right because I had a very generic taste in music. Most of the songs I listened to were played over and over and over on the radio or sung in the showers of the majority of teenagers and 20ish people across the country. I had just recently noticed that my taste in music was beginning to slowly change as I got a bit older. I was starting to listen to more indie rock under-ground bands. I had just recently bought a CD from a band called The Hush Sound and fully intended to hate them and call them stupid emo kids but, they were in fact undeniably amazing artists. I continued to let my mind switch over to my opinion of the artist that had just begun played directly into my ear. After a while keep a straight train of thought about so I realized that I was beginning to fall asleep and just let my body give in. (A/N I know Bella seems a bit… NORMAL! She's acting and thinking like a normal teenager… not all teenagers are as respectful and mature as Stephenie Meyer's although that's a great version. I'm just trying to keep it as real as possible.)

~o~

Even though I couldn't remember it I knew I must have fallen asleep because my Ipod was running and I had that sort of drunk unconscious feeling and my eyes felt weird because I could feel the eye buggers that had developed at the corner of my eyes. I could see from the little window in my room (that looked like it had been attacked by a wasted barney that puked purple all over it.) that it was very dark outside. I knew it must have been late for it to be that dark because it doesn't get dark that early during the beginning of summer. I twisted my head up to see that the clock by my computer table stashed in at cramped corner of my room that it was about 11 o'clock. I hopped out of bed and slouched to the only bathroom in the middle of the long hallway with the cream colored walls at the top of the stairs. Aka: the only bathroom in the house.

I shudder at the thought of how I managed to share that area with Em for 18 years. ~shudder~ I told you so. Once I was finished with my business I pulled my tooth brush out of its case and put on to much toothpaste and vigorously brushed the nasty nap breath out of my mouth. When I was done brushing my teeth and splashing some water on my face to wake me up. I tiredly walked down the stairs to see if my parents were still awake. I didn't even bother to brush my hair knowing that I was most likely just me and I could care less about what I looked like right now.

All the lights were turned off and the doors were locked so I figured they had gone to bed.

I trudged into the kitchen and flipped on the lights wincing and squinting my eyes trying to adapt to the lighting. I walked to the refrigorator and grabbed a water bottle while attempting to keep my balance with my semi vision.

I stayed in one spot by the island and drank my water bottle and once I was halfway finished with it I had regained almost all of my eye sight. Or at least enough to notice the fact that there was a bright yellow post-it note stuck to the table top.

I pulled of the note and read a message from my mom.

"Me and dad went to Sue and Harry's anniversary party be back soon"

Muah, mom.

I had no problem with them going to their friends party. Its not like they were going to a rave. I mean they were old if they went to one of those things Charlie might have a heart attack. But I was worried about the fact that they were not back yet. It was almost midnight and I knew they wouldn't be out this late. As I said they were old….

I started to get a bad feeling in my gut. But I pushed it aside I knew in my heart that they were fine. They were probably in their room sleeping.

Yeah that's logical their probably up there snoring and just forgot to take the note down. That would be just like Renée to forget to do something. But even though I could tell my self that, I still had to go up stairs and check just to make myself feel better. I felt like a fool I was being so stupid checking in on my parents. Once I got to their bedroom door I carefully pushed it open not wanting to wake my parents with my irrationality.

When I opened the door what I saw terrified me but angered me even more.

Their bed was perfectly made and didn't even look touched.

Part of me was scared that something had happened to them but another part of me, the part that tried to hold on to the hope that they were perfectly fine was upset over the fact that they had stayed out that late. How irresponsible of Renée and Charlie…. I mean he was a cop for Christ sake he should at least be able to keep that woman in check.

I was literally fuming now as I bolted down the stairs and sat on the couch waiting for them to show up so I could give them a piece of my mind.

~o~

I don't remember how long I sat on that couch before I was being woken up by the door bell being rudely and rapidly rung. It took me a moment to remember everything that had happened in the past few hours or even the past few years. Heck I couldn't even remember my name clearly. I could see that the sun had come up and that it was a beautiful Saturday morning. Then I remembered the annoying sound that happened to be the door. And I bounced angrily from the couch and pulled the door back forcefully.

"Where have you-"I stopped mid sentence seeing the last thing I expected. What I did expect to see was my parents, what I got was my dad's colleague and friend Hank. Not that I was unhappy to see him I was just unhappy to see the that this normally benevolent Santa like man had eyes puffy with tears and a saddening expression on his face.

"Hank you okay?""Aw Bells... ~sniff~ its your mom and pops." I knew the sick feeling I had the previous night was on the money and I felt terrible for ever feeling any anger towards them. I could feel the tears start to poor. I didn't even fully know what was wrong with them. But for Hank of all people to be Standing on my porch in tears I new it had to be bad.

"W…w…wh..hat is it?"

"They were hit by a drunk driver.. they um they didn't make it kid." I couldn't really believe what he was telling me. Make it as in dead It all began to hit like a sack of baseball bats to the face. I felt numb, like my insides had been crippled. I didn't really know were to turn. I had Hank there but I was lost confused . Before I could even realize what happened my limbs gave up on me and I was curling up in a ball on the floor. Feeling sorry for my self an feeling like I was opened up and had my soul ripped out of me.

I feel so cheesy after the end, blah with emotions!

I hated killing Charlie!

Renee I can live without but why Charlie…and his super cool mustache.

You know you love me for the kinda-ish long chapter.

If the bears win the super bowl (not going to happen this year ~tear~) you will get a ten page chapter!!

P.S- Who wants a Christmas lemon from Santa...! It will be a one shot and it will NOT be related to this story! If I do it...

~RJ~