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Hey everyone go check out my new story "The Way I Loved You" If you like this, you'll like it. It's based off Taylor Swift's "The Way I Loved You" which is an amazing song. It's co-written with me and xoxo41 and it's the first time I've done something like this so I'd appreciate it if you guy's read it. Basically, Edward is a sexy badass in a passionate relationship with Bella, but they're always fighting. What happens when Bella decides to end it for good? It's all human and an EDWARD/BELLA story. So read it!

Congrats to allieoop9417, LaTuACanTantE00mySinGer, You-Dazzle-Me-1901 and BlueBanana-94 who guessed the song last chapter!

BPOV

I stumbled up to the door of Alice's apartment complex, fighting back tears. You think I would have cried up everything in Edward's car, but I was only beginning to feel the pain and regret of my actions. I knew that Edward didn't care and I knew he would want to stay with me…but how could I? How could I when his mother hated me, and with good reason, too? I opened the door without looking back, even though I desperately wanted to see his face. I half ran up the three flights of stairs to Alice's apartment, only tripping once in my hasty clumsiness. I grabbed her spare key from under the mat and let myself in. I tip-toed across the living room, praying her parents were in bed—they were known to stay up all night and sleep all day.

But luck seemed to be on my side and nobody was awake in the large apartment. I walked upstairs and knocked lightly on Alice's closed door. I could hear her soft breathing and I knew she was asleep, so I slowly creaked the door open and let myself in, shutting it behind me. Alice was fast asleep in the middle of her giant bed, a small smile on her face. Probably dreaming about Jasper, I thought bitterly.

"Alice?" I whispered, climbing onto her bed, sitting cross legged next to her. "Alice? Wake up." Alice's eyes slowly opened and she looked around groggily, surprise, then worry, flitting across her face when she saw me. I probably looked a mess from all that crying.

"Bella?" she said, her voice quiet and tired. "What happened? What's wrong?" Tears started pouring down my face as Alice sat up, slightly disoriented and clearly confused. She wrapped an arm around me, trying to comfort me.

"Bella, what's the matter? What happened, are you okay?" she asked nervously. I just shook my head, crying wordlessly against her shoulder. "Bella, please, you're scaring me."

"J-j-just g-give me a m-minute," I choked, trying to wipe away my stem of tears. God, why couldn't I stop crying? Why did I have to be so weak?

"Okay. I'm going to grab some Ben and Jerry's and then I'll be right back. This clearly calls for some ice cream," Alice said seriously, giving me a quick hug. I sniffled a bit, but managed a weak, wet smile. Ice cream would help…a little.

"Thanks Alice," I mumbled as she half ran from the room to grab some ice cream from downstairs. She was back thirty seconds later, a half pint of ice cream in each hand, two spoons balanced on top.

"Phish Food or Half Baked?" she asked, holding each one up.

"Phish Food," I answered. Alice grinned and handed me the container and a spoon. I opened the lid and took a bite, relishing in the chocolaty fudge flavor of the fish pieces. I took a few bites, my tears slowing considerably. Ice cream always helped with pain. I swear, they should sell it in pill form.

"So," Alice said, taking another bite of her own ice cream. Her voice was cautious, probably worried that I was going to burst into tears again. "What happened?" I sighed, fiddling with my spoon.

"I spent the night with Edward. I told my mom I was sleeping here," I confessed.

"Wait…by spend the night do you mean sleeping…or, you know, sleeping?" she asked suggestively, making air quotes.

"Regular sleeping. We baked a cake and watched a movie and then went to sleep," I clarified. Alice nodded, completely serious.

"Go on."

"Well…we sort of got really messy while we baked the cake, so I had taken a shower and changed into a pair of his clothes," I continued, feeling my throat start to tighten up. "So that's what I was wearing when we fell asleep."

Alice's eyes were slightly wide and I figured she probably already guessed what happened. I continued anyways.

"His parents weren't supposed to be home till tomorrow. Or later today I guess," I said, glancing at the clock. "But they came home early. And his mother…came in his room…and saw us." I had to take deep breaths to keep my voice from cracking and the tears from falling.

"So his mom starts freaking out and calls me a tramp and everything. And she's completely r-right," I said, only starting to tear up at the end.

"Oh Bells, she isn't right. Not a bit. You didn't even do anything," Alice said, wrapping her arm around me again. "And she had no right to call you a tramp. She doesn't even know you. She doesn't even know what she's talking about."

"But I s-spent the n-night at my b-b-boyfriend's of a w-week's house!" I gasped. "His m-mom already h-hates me b-because I'm a-a Swan, and n-now she'll hate m-me even more!"

"So what Bells? You love him don't you? Who cares what his mom thinks of you?" Alice said strongly. "He's the one you love, not her. Edward is the only one who matters right now."

"I c-can't date h-him if h-his mom thinks I'm a s-s-slut!" I sobbed. She didn't understand, she just didn't get it. "And I shouldn't h-h-have acted l-like one in the f-f-first place!"

"Bella, you're not a slut. You aren't," Alice said fiercely. "You didn't do anything but sleep!"

"But she thinks I am! And what am I supposed to do? Walk up to her and be like 'oh, I know you hate my guts and think I'm a slut, but I swear I was only sleeping in your house without your knowledge, in your son's bed, while wearing his clothes, not having sex,'" I said sarcastically, my anger allowing me to form complete sentences without sobbing. Alice bit her lip, trying to think of what to say.

"Well…you guys knew your parents didn't like each other. You know, the whole 'mortal enemies' thing. Why does it bother you so much now?" she asked, taking another bite of her ice cream, seeming proud of herself for bringing up such a good point.

"Because. If Elizabeth Masen had only hated me because of who I was related to, I could probably somehow convince her to like me, or at least forget who my family was so I could be with Edward. Same with him and my parents. We're keeping it a secret for now, but we know that if things get more serious, we were going to tell our parents about us, and how we weren't going to give each other up. So she already dislikes me because of that. And now, she thinks I'm a slut who goes into her house without permission and has sex with her son!" When I finished my little rant, I burst into sobs again. Alice sighed, but wrapped her arms around me again, letting me wreck her shirt with my salt tears.

"I snuck out of my parent's house and I lied, telling them I was coming here, without even asking you. I spend the night at my boyfriend's house, who I've only known for a week, and take a shower in his house, wear his clothes and sleep in his bed for the night, all the while, my parents think I'm at your house. Then I get caught by his mother and come here in the middle of the night and I'll have to go home tomorrow and tell my parents I had a fun time here," I summed up, shaking my head. I disgusted myself. I was such a liar, such a horrible daughter and person. I love Edward, and that should be all that matters. But it isn't.

"Bella, everything will work out," Alice said, ignoring my little speech. "It has to. If you guys really love each other, you can make it work."

"I hope you're right Alice. I really hope you're right," I mumbled. "What about you and Jasper? What are you guys going to do?" I asked, needing a distraction.

"Well, his parents are gone basically all the time—they're not a big part of this whole feud thing. The last time he talked to them, he told them he had a girlfriend and he said my full name and they either didn't make the connection or didn't care. Plus, they're going to be in Germany for at least two more years and I figure we can always get married in Vegas before they come back and then they'll have no choice but to accept me," Alice explained, so sure of her future.

"And once they meet you they'll love you just like everyone else in the world," I teased. She grinned, but didn't disagree. "What about your parents?"

"My parents are…well, pretty much oblivious. They know I've been spending time with Jasper, but they don't really know who he is, since they've never actually seen him before. And they don't really care what I do so long as I don't get caught doing anything illegal by the police, and I don't disgrace the family name." She shrugged and rolled her eyes. "I never thought my parents' lack of care would come in handy, but it did." I sighed. My parents cared—sometimes. Like when I get hurt, Charlie always takes me to the hospital himself and stays with me. And when I'm sick, Renee will make sure I have medicine and everything in the mornings. But most of the time they just did their own thing, never really bothering to raise me. It sucked.

"What about Rosalie and Emmett? What are they doing?" I asked, desperate to keep the conversation going, to keep my thoughts away. I needed a distraction and I needed it badly.

"Well according to Rose, they're just going to stay together no matter what. If they have to separate from their families, they don't really care. Their love is…different. It seems so physical and superficial, but they love each other so fiercely and strong. They would die for one another. It's strange but it's true," Alice said, shaking her head a bit. "Emmett is her protector, but she protects him all the same—just in a different way. It's hard to describe."

I nodded, unable to answer. I wanted to stop caring—so badly. I wanted to just forget about my parents and Edward's and just be with him. But for some strange, unfathomable reason, I cared so much what they thought. I wanted his mother to like me and I wanted my parents to like him. I wanted them to at least tolerate each other. It would make everything so much easier. I love Edward and even after all they've done to me (or not done is more accurate) I love my parents too. It was so…hard.

And I knew that if I ran away with Edward—whether it be today, tomorrow or a year from now—I knew I would always live with regrets. Regrets that I never told me parents how much I love them, that I never got to know Edward's family. I would feel guilty about stealing their only child away, and I'm sure Edward would feel the same. It would always be there in the back of our minds—that one, big mistake. Could I bring myself past that? Could I make the sacrifices I needed to make, no matter how big or painful, to be with Edward?

My eyelids started to droop, so I shut my carton of ice cream and stuck it on the nightstand before crawling under her blankets and falling asleep, tears still falling steadily down my face.

Edward called my cell phone the next morning. I let it go to voicemail, too ashamed and undecided to answer just yet. I needed time to think before I could talk to him. To think about last night, and everything the decisions I had to make. I didn't want to think of it as choosing between my family and Edward, but that's essentially what I was doing. Could I turn my back on my family for the man I love?

I left Alice's house pretty early, since she had plans with Jasper. I felt stupidly jealous as I watched her get all pampered for her date. I knew I still had Edward—I just wasn't sure how long I was going to keep him. Forever? Never? Who knew? I was still so undecided.

Gracie ran into the foyer as I entered the house, barking like mad. She jumped up on my legs, trying to lick my hands. I picked her up and scratched under her chin, cooing to her. She wagged her tail like mad and tried to lick my cheeks. I laughed and brought her upstairs with me, desperate for a nap. I hadn't slept much at Edward's or at Alice's and I needed some time to sleep.

I took a good six hour nap, and by the time I woke up and got showered and dressed, it was around five, so I decided to just have some dinner. I had another mixed call from Edward, and a text, but I didn't answer him. He was just asking if I was okay, and if I wanted to hang out tonight because he missed me and really wanted to see me. The longing and worry in my voice made it so much harder to ignore, but I didn't want to face him until I was ready—until I was completely sure of my choice.

I had a simply grilled cheese sandwich for dinner, since I was eating alone. I fed Gracie, who had loyally slept by my side during my nap, and went back upstairs to listen to some music. I put on some mindless love song and laid back down on my bed, suddenly exhausted again. My phone rang, Taylor Swift's "Fearless" and I knew it was Edward calling again, still worrying. I didn't answer and I found myself drifting back to sleep.

I awoke to a strange…knocking sound. I glanced at my clock and saw it was around ten (how had I slept so much in one damn day?) and looked around, trying to identify the sound. It wasn't anything like the tiny thumps of pebbles hitting my window, but it wasn't something I was used to. It was like…someone was knocking on the door.

"Hello?" I called, nerves creeping up my back. I glanced at the door, my eyes sliding over my window…and I shrieked when I realized a person was standing directly outside of my window. A green-eyed, bronze-haired figure.

"Edward?" I gasped, jumping up. What if he fell? I wrenched the window open. "How the hell did you get up here?"

"Climbed," he answered simply. He gracefully pulled himself through the window, landing with a not so graceful plop on the floor. He groaned, rubbing his elbow, and pulled himself to his feet.

"On what?" I asked, giggling a bit. I mean, he did fall. And when is it not funny when a person falls?

"The trellis," he said. "I didn't think it was going to hold me though. I was afraid it would snap and I'd fall and crack my neck or something."

"Don't even say that," I scolded, my heart pounding at the thought.

"Why haven't you been answering my calls?" he demanded, cutting straight to the chase.

"I…I've been busy," I lied feebly.

"With what? Avoiding my calls?" he asked sarcastically. I sighed.

"Well…I've just been doing a lot of thinking," I mumbled, my gaze on my feet. It was easier to talk when I wasn't blinded by the dazzling force of his eyes. Edward let out a frustrated sigh and took my hands in his, leading me to the bed. He sat down and pulled me down next to him. His hand reached for my chin and he turned my head to face him.

"I've been so worried about you Bella," he admitted, his face so unexpectedly vulnerable. My chin quivered. How could I ever leave him? I loved him so much in such a short time! "Nessie kept telling me to give you time, to give you your space when you need it, but I had no idea what you were thinking or how you were feeling. It was killing me to be away from you Bella."

"I'm sorry," I whimpered. Edward wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap. He lifted my face again so our lips were only inches away.

"Don't be," he whispered. "Just tell me what's wrong. Tell me what you're thinking."

And I did. I trusted him so thoroughly, so wholly and completely, that I told him without hesitation. I couldn't even do that with my best friend. But I could do it with Edward. I could share everything with him—my love, my life, my self. Everything.

"I can't have our parents hate each other Edward," I began in a slightly hysterical voice. "I can't! For some crazy reason, I love my parents, and for some other crazy reason, I want your parents to like me. It just feels all wrong with our parents hating each other. And I know, no matter what, no matter how far our relationship goes, this will always be taking a toll and pulling us in the opposite direction. I don't want this to hurt us Edward, but I don't know how it can be avoided." A few tears slid down my cheeks and I wiped them away furiously.

"Bella," Edward sighed. "Bella, Bella, Bella. My Bella." He kissed the top of my head and pulled me tighter against him. "I love you Bella. Nothing is going to ever stop that, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered. "But what about our parents?"

"Bella, if we love each other enough and our parents see that, then there is no way they'll keep us apart. Right now they don't understand. They think we're just teenagers with crushes. But it's so much more then that. We just need to prove it to them. Right now, I'll admit, it doesn't seem like there is going to be any progress with our parents. But I know that after a while, they'll see our love and they'll realize they were long. They may never get along—but they'll tolerate each other for us. If they really love us, then they will."

He sounded so sure of himself, so certain of our future, that I couldn't help but trust him. It all sounded like it made sense. But could our parents ever get along. Could Edward's mother ever truly like me? Or at least not hate me?

"But what about last night? Your mom—"

"Doesn't know what she's talking about," Edward cut in. "It was a misunderstanding Bella. I told my mom that nothing happened with us."

"But does she believe you?" I retorted.

"I don't really know. And even if she doesn't, would it matter?" he demanded.

"I want her to like me Edward. I really do. I want your parents to like me." I stared at my hands.

"I know Bella and I'm positive that they will...they just need some time to cool down. Give all this time to blow over and then we can do the proper introductions and we can explain what happened and explain how strong our love is. If they love us, they'll see it. They'll understand," Edward said fiercely.

"Right. I guess so." My voice was finally beginning to turn hopeful. Edward loved me and I loved him. Love can conquer anything right?

"Good. I love you Bella. So much more than any feud or fight can ever change." He pulled my lips to his and kissed me. I missed the taste of his lips so much and it had only been a day. How could I ever stay away from this beautiful Adonis?

"I love you too," I whispered when I came up for air. Things were finally looking up for us.

But you know what they say. What goes up must come down.