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BPOV

I had been talking to the Cullen's for about three hours when I realised that I should've called Charlie. I didn't know what to do I couldn't just get up and walk off but it would seem rude if I interrupted so I just sat there for another 10 minutes waiting for the perfect opportunity.

"Excuse me." My voice was barely above a whisper and yet they all managed to hear me perfectly.

"Yes, Bella." It was Edward who had replied. It was a shock as he hadn't really done much talking. I thought it would have been Alice who answered. She never had enough to say and every word was so cheerful I couldn't help but smile whenever she spoke. She has an amazing voice as well but not quite as magical as Edwards. Thinking about it all of the Cullen's had magical voices.

"I need to leave for a few minutes." I didn't know how else to put it. "Charlie wanted me to call him as soon as I had settled in but we kind of got talking so I didn't get round to it. Do you mind if I quickly go give him a call?"

"Of course we don't Bella; you have every right to call your dad." Once again Alice was the one talking. I knew she wouldn't be able to stay quiet for long.

I got up slowly and stumbled across the living room floor. 'How embarrassing,' I thought, I couldn't even walk without tripping over. I knew they would all be starring at me. That was something they did a lot, just look at me as though I was fascinating. I heard them continuing chatting and immediately I knew I was away. I got my phone out of my pocket and began to dial a number I knew so well. 253 472 0769. The phone rang. By this time I had left my room and had stumbled into the corridor. The phone carried on ringing. 'Pick up Charlie' I thought. I don't know how long I was standing in the corridor for but eventually Charlie picked up.

"Hello," he sniffed. His voice was so normal compared to the people I had been talking to for so long.

"Dad, are you alright?"

"Yes Bella, I'm fine." He didn't sound fine. "Why did you take so long to call? I dropped you off hours ago."

"Sorry dad, I just got talking."

"Talking to who? I thought you didn't know anyone."

"I don't, but when I got to my room my roommates were already there so I started talking to them. Sorry if you've been worried dad but I have been fine trust me."

"Please don't ever worry me like that again, you could have at least called when you found your room." Once again he sniffed.

"Dad? Are you sure you're alright."
The line went dead. My own dad had just hung up on me and I didn't know what I could do. Tears began to spill out of my eyes. I didn't even know why I was crying all he had done was put the phone down and yet there I was blubbering like a baby. I wiped my eyes, turned round, opened the door and went back into my room to face a questioning group of people.

EPOV

I heard the door open, so I turned round to see what Bella was doing back so quickly. She just stood there in the doorway. Tears falling from her eyes, I wanted to run over to her and make everything better. But she barely knew who I was. The moment I met her I knew she was the one for me and now looking at her standing there, crying. Well let's just say my heart started to crumble. I didn't know what to do. She wasn't coming in nor was she leaving and yet we all just sat still starring at her.

"Bella, Bella are you ok?" It was Alice. Of course she would be the one to get up and go rushing to the door. The rest of us were stunned into silence, but Alice never was. She always had something to say even if it was at the wrong moment she would still say it.

"I…I'm……f…f…f." She burst into tears. What was I supposed to do? I wanted so much to help her and yet I couldn't, she wouldn't want me to. And yet I couldn't help it. I got up and ran to her side.

"Bella, what's wrong? Bella?" She didn't speak. Instead she stood there starring straight at me. There didn't seem to be any emotion in her eyes and yet tears were still spilling from them.

It was an hour after Bella had come in crying. After a lot of persuasion which came mainly from Alice we had managed to get her to tell us what was wrong. It wasn't anything big and yet it seemed to mean so much to her. It had been the wrong decision to go up to her. Almost immediately I knew I shouldn't have done it but I couldn't help myself it was like a reflex action. She hadn't spoken to me since I had carried her into her bedroom. I didn't know why. After all she was the one who needed comforting. As soon as I had laid her down after the long silence, she had sat up and started screaming at me. I didn't know where she managed to get the words from but it was like she suddenly had an adrenaline rush. She shouted at me and then fell silent again. I decided it was best if I left her room and since then only Rosalie and Alice had been allowed in to see her. Emmett, Jasper and me had to sit in the living room only getting news from the girls. They didn't tell us much anyway. It was as though we had been completely excluded from what ever had happened.

BPOV

'How dare he!' I thought. I had barely spoken to him and yet he had rushed over to my side and lifted me up. Once he had finally put me down I didn't know what else to do. So I screamed at him. It worked though he did leave. I hadn't seen him since. After all I wasn't letting him come into my room again and I wasn't leaving my room so I wouldn't see him for a while. The only people I let into my room were Alice and Rosalie. Alice because she makes me laugh and can always cheer me up. Rosalie because she is someone to talk to other than Alice. I liked talking to Alice and I was glad she was my roommate but Rosalie was more peaceful. She was comforting in a way that Alice wasn't. They have such different personalities it is un-believable and yet some how there is something the same about them.

"How is she feeling?" I could hear Edwards voice from outside. I just wanted him to go but I knew that would never happen he was too worried about me. I barely knew him and yet he was obsessed with me. It didn't make sense.

"She's fine Edward, really just a little bit shocked I suspect." It was Rosalie talking now. She rarely seemed to talk and yet when she did it was with a sort of authority. Edward was quiet after that.

It was getting dark outside. I gathered the boys must have left by now. I heard Rosalie and Alice chatting in the front room. I knew they were talking about me as every now and then my name would come up. To be totally honest I didn't care. If they wanted to talk about me then so be it there was nothing I could do.

I slowly tried to sit up. I didn't know how long I had been lying there flat on my back but every muscle in my body felt stiff as I attempted to get up. Eventually, I was sitting up. I knew I should've called Charlie back but I didn't know whether or not I would be able to speak to him. I sat there wondering what had made him upset earlier that day, but I couldn't think of anything. All I knew was that he obviously didn't want to talk to me about it. Suddenly my bedroom door slammed open and in walked Alice. At first she didn't seem very happy but when she saw me she burst out laughing.

"I thought I heard you moving around in here, but Rose didn't believe me."

"I never said that!" I heard Rosalie call from the other side of the flat.

"You so did." Alice yelled back.

"Am I allowed into this conversation or is just between you too?"

"Of course you are Bella, I'm sorry." Alice answered. I was so used to their voices by now that it didn't bother me that they sounded so perfect and I sounded so normal.

"So what's been going on whilst I've been in here?" I asked.

"Nothing really!" Alice replied, "We kicked the boys out! We kind of hoped you wouldn't mind after all you don't really know them. My brother seemed to get on your nerves a bit sorry about that."

"Oh, it's alright, there's nothing you can do about it. Anyway, I was more shocked that he had lifted me up." I couldn't help lying.

"You seem tired Bella, I will let you sleep." Alice turned the light off and tip-toed out of the room. I didn't really want to go to sleep, so I got up and turned my TV on. I had got the boys to set it up for me when I had first arrived, because I knew I would want to watch it tonight. It came buzzing to life almost straight away. It was a bit of a shock as I hadn't been expecting it to work.

I climbed back into bed and settled down to watch Grease. It hadn't been on for long and I already knew all the words to the songs. So I lay there in bed singing along to 'Summer Nights' without worrying about what had happened that day.

That was the first night I dreamt about him.