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Chapter Three: Realisation.

Edward Cullen.

"I'm home." Carlisle called as we all heard the front door close.

Esme smiled pulling his dinner out the microwave. "Just in time."

"Great." He smiled giving her a kiss on the cheek and sitting down at the table with the rest of us.

"Wasn't expecting you home for another four hours."

Carlisle smiled. "Someone pulled out last minute."

"Good day?" Esme asked over dinner.

"Very." He smiled. "

Emmett looked up from his plate. "What's wrong with the kid anyway?"

"Yeah, dad, what is wrong with her?" I accused. "And she's not a kid."

Carlisle glared at me. "You know I'm not allowed to say that." He spoke pointedly to me.

"Screw you." I muttered under my breathe.

I glared at him and got up leaving the table. I couldn't take any bullshit of anyone, I'd had enough in my life. "What's his problem?" Emmett laughed.

"I bet it's girl problems." I heard Alice trill off as I ran up the stairs.

"DEFINETLY BIPOLAR." Emmett shouted for my benefit. I rolled my eyes clenching and unclenching my fists together. Assholes.

I slammed the door to my room, turning around to rest my head on it, before punching it with my hand. As I pulled back I could see the blood on my fist from the impact, as well as the crack where I'd hit the door. What's a little blood anyway? I looked back at the crack in the door, sighing. I'd have to get something to cover it up. I hated upsetting Esme. She was my mother figure after all. I closed my eyes as my head hit the pillow.

***

I got up out of bed, sprinting down the stairs, running straight into Carlisle in the kitchen. "In a rush?"

I shrugged, "People tend to do that when they're late."

"Oh." Carlisle smiled. "So... are you going to tell me what last night was about?"

"No." I grabbed a banana, and took a swig of the milk straight out the bottle.

Carlisle put down his newspaper. "I'm your dad, you can talk to me about it." He insisted.

"Your not my dad." I accused. "Stop thinking you are. My dads dead. Stop fucking thinking your something your not." I growled, punching the counter top with my hand, my knuckles bleeding against the impact of my fist and the marble counter. I grumbled profanities to myself whilst I cleaned up my hand, all whilst Carlisle kept quiet, not making another sound.

I grabbed my bag off the side when I was finished, and slamming the front door as I left. I didn't know what the sudden fit of rage was about. Carlisle was probably wondering if he should get me a psychiatrist right about now. I laughed humourlessly to myself as I blasted out old rock sounds, trying to tune out the constant internal banter in my head.

My Volvo swerved into a space in the parking lot neatly. I laughed, thinking that if Tyler could ever accomplish something like that, I'd start debating whether pigs could actually fly. I ran into my first class, a few minutes after the bell, smiling apologetically at the teacher and taking my seat.

I grinned at lunch as I got there early, seating myself at a table no one ever usually sat, waiting for Bella, so I could call her over to talk to me.

"Is this seat taken?" Lauren asked, attempting to flirt.

"Yes." I smiled tightly at her, trying to keep from rolling my eyes at her, she could be so ridiculous at times.

"Oh, Edward, play fair."

"I'm waiting for someone." I muttered. "Would you please mind leaving me alone? I'm not exactly in a great mood." Truth was, I never was in the mood for people like her... or her sluttish friends that threw themselves at every living thing with a dick.

Lauren walked off, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. I rolled my eyes. How low could she go? Tart. I snorted to myself. I couldn't stand the girls in this school. Aside from Alice and Angela. My sister and best friend, and now Bella. The girl I was no doubt crazy about.

I spotted Bella, and grinned at her, waving her over.

"Hey." I smiled. "Sit with me?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Sure." She smiled at me as she placed down a bottle of soda, an apple and a plate of fries.

"You good?" I smiled at her.

She nodded. "You?"

"Could be better." I shrugged.

I watched the way she kept her eyes on the edge of the table, not attempting to eat her lunch. "Not hungry?" I asked.

She looked down, at the apple and soda. "Not today." She noted my empty space in front of me. "You?"

I nearly laughed out loud. I'd been so preoccupied with thoughts about Bella, that I had somehow forgotten to get something to eat for myself. I nicked one of her chips, winking at her. "A little."

She pushed the plate towards me. "You can have them, I'm not in the mood."

Inwardly I frowned. Didn't she know how skinny she was? What would a few chips do to her? It would do her some good if anything. I cocked my head to the side, smiling at her. It was now or never. The more time I spent with Bella, the more I was attracted to her. I might as well start now, sooner is better than later. "Would you like to go out this weekend

She frowned. "I don't know. I'm a little busy."

"It's OK if you don't want to."
She shook her head quickly. "No. It's not that. If I could. I would." She smiled a little, resting her hand on the table. "Your a good friend."

Friend. I smiled back at her, resting a hand on top of hers. "So how's your first week in Forks been?"

She grinned evilly. "Well, I've already very nearly been killed by a van, if I'd gotten out of my truck. You know, if you didn't come into my truck yesterday morning, I'd of probably been getting out, and Tyler would of totalled me. Thank you, Edward."

"Glad that my annoying self can be of your assistance" I chuckled.

"Your not annoying. I enjoy your company." She whispered, as she noticed we'd been drawing closer towards each other. She moved backwards a little, blinking to herself.

The end of lunch bell rang, breaking us both from each others gazes, as we both quickly got ready for our next lesson.

Bella rested her head on her arms, groaning, as Mr Banner droned on. I looked back at her, and heard her groaning again, in a way you did when you felt seriously ill. "Don't you feel well?" I asked, placing a hand on her forehead. I could feel it burning up. "You've got a fever, you should go home. Take some ibuprofen."

Bella's face looked panicked as her head shot up and she pressed a hand to her head. "Shit." She muttered, and called Mr. Banner over, requesting to go to the nurses room.

"I'll take you." I insisted, taking her bag from her, and helping her out the door.

"I'm fine Edward, just go back to class."
"I want to help."
She sighed heavily. "I should of eaten more at lunch."

"Not eating doesn't give you a fever."

She glared at me. "If your not going to go back to class and leave me alone, I advise you to shut up." She growled.

I gulped, turning to face the path. As we entered the nurses office, Bella had requested to be allowed to leave school, for some reason that I didn't know. Bella and the nurse had talked in hushed tones, far too quiet for my ears to hear.

Bella smiled at the nurse, as she headed off school campus.

"I'll drive you home." I offered, letting my arm rest on her shoulders. I smiled, I'd store away the feeling of it for later to night, to muse about how good it felt to be so close to her.

"I think I can make it to my truck from here." Bella muttered, as we entered the parking lot, flicking away my arm that was around her shoulders.

I sighed. "I'm just trying to help. I don't like seeing people sick."

Bella turned away from me, her eyes watering.

"Tell me what's wrong, I'll make it better."

She turned to me her eyes softening, tears beginning to trail down her cheeks.

"I don't know why your ignoring me Bella."

"Maybe you can't make me better." She hissed at me, her eyes beginning to turn redder. "Maybe I just don't want to speak to you?"

"We were fine before, weren't we?" I replied. "I thought we were friends?"

She turned around and opened her truck door open. "Just leave me alone, Edward." She growled not looking at me. I watched as she slammed her truck door shut, sparks of rust coming off from it, and drove off.

I kicked angrily at the ground as I turned around heading back to class. I could tell today was going to be a long day.

Bella Swan.

I sighed heavily as Carlisle finally came into the room, and checked me over, making sure I was still good. "I think I want to try and get this done as fast as possible Bella. You can go back to your normal life without missing out on school."

"Good idea." I mumbled, resting an arm over my forehead, watching Carlisle bustle about the small hospital room, his facial expression odd."

"Take some more of the medication if you need it."

I cocked my head to one side. "You seem a little out of character today."

"I just need to learn when to leave people be." He sighed. "I think I've upset the person."

"I'm sure whoever it is knows you don't mean any harm." I assured.

"It's complicated." He smiled weakly, tapping on the IV as the liquid began to flow. "It can be interpreted to this particular person in many ways, Bella. He doesn't see things like the rest of us."

I frowned. "If its bugging you that much, why don't you just say sorry?"

"Sorry doesn't work with him. I think he sees it as bad news."

"Oh." I mumbled confused.

Carlisle gave me a more genuine smile. "I'll come back to check up on you in a bit. We're short staffed at the moment."

"'kay." I closed my eyes, letting my head sink into the hospital pillow.

I heard him shift about a little till the noise stopped. "I'm going to have to make you stay overnight Bella. Just till the fever goes down."

I groaned at the news. "Waheyyyyy." I muttered sarcastically.

Carlisle chuckled, and left the room.

Edward Cullen.

I opened the front door grumpily. Spying Emmett, Esme and Alice sat on the couch watching the television. All of them giving me a curious look as I closed the door.

"Where have you been?" Alice asked. "Your normally home before us, and you wasn't in your last class."

I shrugged. "Took a ride."

They all gave each other a look, then back at me before their eyes flickered back to the screen again.

I continued into the kitchen as I grabbed a cartoon of milk and the box of chocolate nesquik, heading upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed, pouring the chocolate powder into the milk, before putting the lid back on and shaking it so it mixed together. I gulped down a few mouthfuls of the chocolatey good stuff, wiping my mouth on the back of my sleeve, feeling the slightest bit happier. I lay down on my bed, resting my head at the foot of it. I could feel tears begin to sting my eyes. What had I even done to Bella Swan in the first place? Or maybe she could see how attracted to her I was.

"Come in." I grumbled, at the sound of my bedroom door being knocked on.

Esme appeared, smiling carefully at me, and sitting on the edge of my bed by my head. "You all right?" She asked.

"Could be worse." I mumbled into my comforter.

"You've upset Carlisle." Esme smiled sadly whilst she ran her fingers maternally through my hair.

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. "I've had a bad day, Esme. I'll tell him how sorry I am. I just can't right now."

"OK." She smiled down at me, she sighed, letting a moment of silence pass through the room. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

I shook my head, sighing heavily. "It's just... It doesn't matter."

"It's a girl." Esme smiled, and cocked her head to the side, smiling. "Lucky girl she is too."

"It's not like that." I mumbled softly.

Esme sat cross legged on my bed. "Tell me about it." She encouraged.

I shook my head. "No point."

"Things will work out for you Edward, they all ways do. You deserve to be happy." She smiled.

I flipped over onto my back. "Thank you, mom."

Esme gave me a small smile. "Your still like that little eight year old boy I remember. The one that looked so lost." I smiled sadly back at her, she motioned towards the big bottle of chocolate milkshake on the floor with her chin. "I remember the first night you stayed here with us, I found you sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor with a bottle of milk and a box of nesquik powder, half of it spilt on the floor, and you were crying, because you wanted your mommy to make you milkshake."

"Like she always would when I was unhappy." I whispered, draping my arm over my eyes so she wouldn't see me crying. "But she was gone," I continued. "and she wasn't coming back."

Esme lifted my arm from my eyes, so she could look me straight in the eye at she spoke to me. "I'm positive she'd want you to be happy, Edward. She would all ways tell me how much of a little solider you'd been while she was sick. Trying to help her, and nurse her back to health, all by yourself."

I sat up, and hugged Esme, whilst she rubbed my back. "God I'm such a mommy's boy." I laughed quietly.

"Just try to be the happy young man your mom all ways wanted you to grow up to be." She replied as I let go off her, and she left the room quietly, stopping at the door hesitantly. "If you don't come down for dinner I'll bring some up for you."

"Thank you mom." I smiled gratefully, thankful I didn't end up in some home and was instead taken in by an amazing woman like Esme. She gave me one last smile and left me to my own accords.

I lay in bed, for the rest of the evening replaying over memories off my birth mother till Esme came up to give me my dinner and left me in peace again.

I quickly ran down the stairs, making light work of cleaning the plate and leaving it on the dry rack before sprinting back up the stairs, grateful I didn't run into anyone on the way. I sat on my bed, my laptop catching my eye. I grabbed it, happy to find a distraction from the depression that was willing to take over me.

After reading through my emails, I opened up a new page, and typed in six simple words;

thin, bruises, weight-loss, fever, pale and nosebleed, then clicked search. I read the first thing that came up:

Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL) Symptoms :

I'd seen that word before; Leukemia. When I was about seven or eight, I wasn't too sure. Then it all clicked together. I stopped reading. I should of known before. It was the same as my biological mother. Know I understood. My own mother had acted the same way when she knew. I closed down my laptop setting it on the end of my bed, and rolled over to look up at the ceiling. I remembered when my mum was given the news. And when she died. As I lay up in bed, only one thing was stuck in my mind, replaying over and over again; Bella had cancer.

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A/N how good was new moon!