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So, to clear up the confusion...Edward wasn't in her room, she was dreaming. Haha, and yes, they are vampires, but you probably guessed as much.

Bella POV

I rolled over groggily and slammed my hand down on my alarm. Then I flipped onto my back again and closed my eyes. How was I supposed to wake up after that dream? I let my fast-beating heart slow down and my eyelids flickered with the hope of sleep. And I was gone.

"Wake up, Bella."

I smiled at the voice. I hadn't heard him talk in person, but I imagined this is what his voice sounded like. Like warm honey sliding down your throat and the tickle of a feather on my face.

"Wake up, so I can see you at school..."

Edward's voice spoke to me, so clear I wouldn't have guessed I was dreaming.

"Bells! Wake up!"

That wasn't Edward's voice.

My eyes flew open. Charlie was standing over me, his hand resting on my shoulder.

"You overslept. School starts in ten minutes," he said, as if it were unimportant.

I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the covers over my face like a pathetic teenager. It felt....weird. Usually I was the one who woke up Renee when she overslept.

"Do I have to go?"

The covers disappeared from my face. "Yes. I know things are hard, but you need to get back into routine."

I glared at him. "Have you been reading parenting books?"

Charlie pulled on his belt buckle and smoothed his mustache. "Maybe."

He tried to look indifferent as he left my room. I thought about screaming, I really wanted to. There was nothing that made me want to get up, to face everyone and try to act like I was okay. But I took a deep breath and counted to ten to calm myself. Then I got out of bed.

~.~

I got to school half way into first period. The sky was warning me to get inside before it started to pour, but I took my time getting out of my truck and walking through the deserted parking lot. I watched my breath come out like smoke from my mouth and had the urge to laugh. I'd never had that happen before. So I didn't even notice when I slipped on a patch of ice and had my feet pulled out from under me. I landed flat on my back; books flying up in the air and spilling around me. I sighed and didn't move. Even thought the ground was cold and rain started to fall from the sky like tears, I just lay there, perfectly content. Nothing could have made me move at that moment.

"What are you doing?"

The voice startled me and I jumped into sitting position. Bad idea, my head throbbed and I winced.

"Huh?"

I let my vision clear just in time to see Edward Cullen standing in front of me, a look of bewilderment covering his perfect features. I blinked. His eyes were topaz today. Funny...I swore they were black.

"Are you alright?" He asked, this time wondering if I could even comprehend words. I shook my head. "No...I mean, yes. I'm fine. I just...slipped."

I looked around for my books, but they were gone. "Have you seen my-"

But my eyes stopped on his hands; they were holding my books out. "Oh. Thanks."

I stood up and dusted the ice chips off myself before meeting his eyes.

"I saw you slip, it looked nasty. And then you didn't get up so I thought I'd make sure you're okay," he said, almost as if he didn't even know why he came over here.

I carefully took the books from his hands, and like yesterday he moved to so quickly so he could avoid any contact with me.

"Thanks?" It sounded like a question. Oh God.

I blinked a few time to clear my head. "You sure you're okay?" he asked.

I nodded in amazment and started to walk when my feet caught the ice again. Before my feet could fly up a strong hand grabbed my arm and kept me from falling. It steadied me until I was off the ice. "You sure are clumsy."

He said this with amusment in his voice. Asshole.

I noticed that he was gripping me tightly. It started to sting as I wiggled my arm free. Edward dropped his hand and lowered his eyes.

"I've got to run," he said. "Bye." Then he was walking swiftly towards the front door. I stayed outside until first period was over, so I could clear my head.

~.~

"So, you know that Jessica is mad at you?" Angela asked me as we walked into the cafeteria. I shrugged. I didn't really care, Jessica seemed like the girl who was always mad at someone.

"How come?" I asked impassively.

We got into line and Angela bit her lip. "Because you're going out with Mike."

My alert systems went off when hearing his name. "What?"

Angela nodded and grabbed a tray. "He's been telling everyone that you too are going out and how delighted you were when he asked you yesterday. I thought I'd tell you before-"

She cut off suddenly and looked down. "Speak of the devil."

I turned around to see Jessica walking towards us. She was dressed in a tight pink dress that showed off her cleavage and white tights. But she didn't look angry.

"Jessica," Angela whispered.

Jessica ignored her completely and reached over me to grab a tray.

"So you and Mike, huh?" she asked, completely indifferent.

I sighed. "We aren't going out. I turned him down last night. I have no idea what he's talking about."

This seemed to make her eyes sparkle, but she didn't show it in her face. "Whatever. Just letting you know that he's a really bad kisser, okay? So I'd think twice if I were you."

"But I thought you said he was a really good kis-" Angela started, but was cut off by Jessica's death glare. "I mean, nevermind."

I gritted my teeth together. This is why I didn't want friends. They caused uneccessary drama. "Jessica, I didn't come here to start something, alright? I don't like Mike nor will I ever!"

I slammed my tray down and scooted past them.

"What about lunch?" Angela objected. "I'm not hungry," I muttered as I hurried out of the lunchroom.

Reality stepped in once I was outside and had the cold mist of rain greet my face. Never would I have reacted that way before my mother died. Thoughts of my mother sobered me up immediately, as they always did.

"Bella."

I jumped at the sound of my name, and then let my nose wrinkle as I recognized whose voice it was. I turned around slowly. Mike stood outside the doors.

"Mike," I said...even thought it came out as a hiss.

"I saw what happened. Ignore Jessica. We make out a few times and she thinks we're a couple?" He laughed at this, but I stayed silent.

I tried to keep my cool. "Why did you tell everyone we're going out Friday?"

He shrugged. "When you said no, I figured it was because of Jessica. So I told her and look, she was totally cool about it. So now you can say yes."

I rolled my eyes. "I said no because I don't want to go out, okay? I'm not in the mood."

I could tell that I hurt Mike's feelings, and in another world I might have felt bad, but there was no way in hell I'd go out with him.

~.~

Last year my mother relapsed in April. From then on it was in and out of the hospital. For the last half of my sophmore year, I spent all the time I wasn't in school in the hospital with her. I ditched out on movie nights with my friends, said no to geeky boys that asked to take me out. I even turned down Josh Spencer when he invited me to Prom. My mother was more important than that, she needed me. Baseball season had started so Phil had to travel a lot. I was all she had.

And one night we were watching old Golden Girls episodes when she turned to me. "Why haven't you been out with the girls lately?"

I shrugged and played with the frayed edges of my sweatshirt. "Because I'm with you."

My mother smiled, wrinkles playing on the ends of her mouth. "Sweetie, just because Phil isn't here, doesn't mean I need you here all the time. You should be able to go out every once in awhile. If I get bored, I'll go talk to Agnes down the hall."

I rolled my eyes. "It's fine. They understand."

She gave me her stern 'fine-isn't-an-answer" look. "Bells, what about Prom? Isn't it tomorrow?"

A knot caught in my throat. I actually really did want to go with Josh, I even had a crush on him. But once I turned him down he stopped talking to me, and stopped looking at me.

"I said no."

Her hand carressed my cheek. "Call him. I know you liked that boy, Bella. I'll be fine for one night. I don't want you missing out on life."

I shook my head. "What if something happened, Mom? I can't, okay? Josh will understand. Besides, he already found another date."

She sighed. "Honey, you need friends."

I disagreed. When my mother relapsed, I was out with my friend Erica and my mother was home alone. It wasn't until I got home thirty minutes after curfew, trying to be sneaky, when I found her sprawled out on the floor, blood runng down her nose. If I hadn't have been late, or hadn't gone at all....

~.~

"Would you like to dance with me?" Mike asked, holding out his hand. I wrinkled my nose and sidestepped past him.

"No."

He rolled his eyes. "Just no? Come on, I won't ask out again, okay?"

"That's now upgraded to hell no."

Jessica brushed past him. "Jessica? Wanna dance?" he asked, sounding desparate. She snorted. "Hell no."

She went back to the cute guy from yesterday. Mike was forced to dance with a girl across the room, picking her nose on the sly.

Angela and I stiffled out giggles as Mike made a gagging face.

"Would you like to dance?"

My laughing stopped as I looked up into Edward Cullen's eyes.

Dun Dun Dun....haha. More Edward was asked, and more Edward was recieved. Review please! :)