AN: Guys, I start High School in 5 days. FIVE! Thats less then a week. I'm scared. Eep. Oh and, I didn't edit this chapter.

Disclaimer: All I own is a really old torn up copy of Twilight. I just read it one to many times, I supose.

I stormed up to Edward's room and shut the door quickly.

Edward's much faster than I am, so I have to be quick.

I don't even really know why I came to his room. I mean I do usually come in here for comfort when I'm angry or sad, but usually I run to Edward, not from him.

I'm really not very upset; I mean I was angry at first, but it's sort of fun laughing at Emmett.

"Bella please let me in!" I giggled. Five minutes. I should have known he'd come running up after he'd given me time to 'cool off' as he calls it.

"Yes?" I opened the door and peeked out, using a very sarcastic and unpleasant tone.

"Let me in please! Can we talk at least?" UGH! How can I deny that face? GAH! He's turning me into mush with those gorgeous green, sparkling eyes! DAMMIT!

"Fine come it!" I tried to sound angry in my current dazzled state

I stepped aside and let the stunning boy in. NO! PAY ATTENTION! YOU'RE TRYING TO BE ANGRY HERE!

We walked into the room; Edward sat on the beanbag chair while I lounged on the floor a few feet away.

"Why do you always sit on the floor like that?" Edward

chuckled with a shine on humor in his eyes. Gorgeous. Ugh! Shut up, damn it.

"Because I do! Now don't change the subject!" I hissed at him.

"There wasn't a subject to be changed," he simply stated.

"Ugh! Whatever, what do you want?" Why is it so hard to be mean to him?

"Are you mad at me?" The humor in his eyes washed away and was replaced by a hint of sadness.

"No," I sighed. "I'm just upset that I was caught off guard. I hate surprises."

A gleam in his eyes returned at my words.

"I'm sorry, but you would have never let me have Alice throw you a party if you knew." Edward was nearly begging me to understand.

"So true," I mumbled, looking at the pattern on the rug in front of me.

"So am I forgiven?" Why does he have to be so damn cute when I'm trying to be mad? It's not right!

"I suppose… why is it I can never stay mad at you?" I questioned.

"My charm." He smiled brightly and motioned for me to go sit on his lap.

I got up, walked slowly to the beanbag, and sat down.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it." I said sarcastically. He's probably right though. I mean, what else could it be?

"What else?" he asked rhetorically and wrapped his arms around my waste.

"Uh? I have nobody else to talk to and don't want to be lonely until Mom and Dad get back?" I answered anyways.

"Sure." He smirked and I turned my head away from him so I could lean into his chest as his arms tightened around me.

"You know it's not fair that you always win," I complained.

"I don't," he stated, leaving me a little bit confused.

We sat in a comfortable silence for an immeasurable Moment.

"Bells, I know we agreed not to tell anyone about us but it's going to be hard to keep this from Mom and Dad. So I was thinking we should tell them when they get home." Edward sounded so scared and unsure of my response.

"I was thinking the same thing. But only them; I'm not ready to tell anyone else yet. You heard what Alice said at the beginning of the party." I shuddered at the memory.

"Okay, we'll tell them tomorrow?"

I nodded, but couldn't help but feel nervous at the same time.

Another comfortable silence fell over us. With us just sitting here on the beanbag, me on Edward's lap and his arms around me; occasionally he'd kiss my cheek while constantly twirling my hair.

I sat contently lost in thought of memories over the years.

(Flashback)

I was swinging in our backyard while Edward was sitting a few feet away in the grass.

I decided he looked lonely, so I hopped off the swing to go sit with my best friend.

I was walking and tripped over a huge tree root and fell.

I felt a jolt of pain and saw that I had a humongous cut on my knee that was bleeding.

Edward ran over. "Bells? Are you alright?" he saw my knee and almost freaked out, which caused me to giggle.

"Oh my gosh! It's okay Bells. You'll be okay. We can get a band-aid. It'll be fine." I laughed as he kept freaking out and mumbling that I'd be all right.

"Edward, I think you need the convincing," I half whined, half laughed. I was still in pain but he was just being crazy.

We went inside, and Edward fixed my knee to the best of his 11-year-old ability.

"Thanks, Edward." I smiled gratefully as the pain left.

"No problem, Bells. I'll always be there for you, no matter what," he stated, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

I smiled brightly.

(End Flashback)

I smiled at the memory from our early friendship.

Another memory came flooding into my mind; not as happy, but one of my favorites.

(Flashback)

"Edward, you know how I told you I wasn't ready to be sad for you when we first met, at the park? After I told you about my family?" I questioned, scared to offend him but still determined.

"Yeah. I'm guessing you want to hear about my family now?" he answered me, not sounding offended at all.

"Uh-huh."

"Okay… Well I have this Mom and Dad who are really nice and caring. Also this sister I have: well she's just awesome! She never fails to make me happy or get me to smile when I'm upset or angry. She's the only one who can really cheer me up. She's the most loving person in the world; my best friend." Edward smiled a crooked smile that made me the happiest person in the world.

"Thanks." I couldn't help but blush.

"Yep."

"But… but I meant your old family." I frowned at myself for being so pushy.

"I know. I wanted to see you smile, and I accomplished that. You were smiling the whole time I was talking." He smiled again.

"Oh, well that makes sense," I stated.

"Yeah, but I'll still tell you. Okay, let's see… two days after I was born, my Mom left the hospital to 'go get something' from the house. She lied. She never came back. So, I went home with my Dad, I guess. My Dad said he didn't need her but I know that was a lie too. When I was three, he started abusing me. No, I don't mean physically, I mean verbally. He told me all the reasons why I was horrible and my Mom left him because of me. He said she wanted a beautiful baby and I was hideous and not worth her time. Then the verbal abuse continued and he started drinking when I was about six. He was a mean drunk: yelling, screaming, and throwing stuff. The day I turned eight, he left for two days, came back high, and brought so many different kinds of drugs with him. And after that, he quit working and we lived in a shed in one of his 'friend's' backyard. One day, the neighbors saw me going into the shed and called child services. And here I am, happier than most people are. Hard to explain, I know."

Edward had a faraway look in his eyes but didn't look sad.

"I'm sorry," I said, wanting to comfort him.

"Don't be. They were never my family. And I have a family now that I love more than anything and they love me back." That's when I realized he was happy and really didn't care at all.

(End Flashback)

I smiled again as I remembered.

"Bells?" I heard Edward's voice as if it were muffled by something.

"Uh-Huh?" I answered softly.

"Nothing it's just that you're smiling and all happy. And I have a feeling I'm missing something," he admitted sheepishly.

"Just remembered something."

Sunday Night

"Mom and Dad should be home any minute." Edward said as we stood in the bathroom, brushing our teeth.

"And we get to have what could be a slightly awkward conversation," I muttered.

"Oh well. We'll live." Edward walked over from the other sink and wrapped his arms around me as I did the same.

"I guess." I sighed.

He chuckled and bent down to kiss me.

The kiss was full of reassurance and understanding. Maybe even love. Then the door opened.

"We're home." was yelled through the house.

I sighed and pulled away from Edward, feeling better, but obviously not happy about this.

"We'll come down and help you unpack," I yelled down the stairs as Edward gave me an annoyed look. Clearly, he didn't want to help with their luggage. I laughed at him.

After we were done welcoming and helping our parents unpack, Edward and I went with them to the kitchen to get a snack.

I took a deep breath as Edward gave me a reassuring look.

"Mom, Dad, we have to tell you something." I spoke calmly, which was a huge shock.

"Okay, what is it?" They smiled together.

"Well, it's about Edward birthday present to me." I wasn't lying! He said his birthday present was to tell me he liked or even maybe loved me!

"Okay?" Carlisle looked confused. I can't even understand the look on Esme's face.

"Edward told me he loved me, and I said it back."

"We all know you love each other guys. It was one of the first things you guys told us…"

"No. She means in the 'we're going out' kind of way," Edward added, taking some of the pressure off me.

I gave him a look that said I was grateful.

"Oh." was all Carlisle said and Esme's face lit up with the biggest smile I've ever seen.

"Oh this is so great! I knew it! I could see it in your eyes every time you looked at each other! And every time you were upset, Bella, you ran to Edward! I'm so happy for you!" Esme ran over and hugged the both of us.

I let out a nervous laugh and half of the huge weight on my shoulders was lifted. I looked over to Carlisle and saw that Edward did the same.

"I guess I saw this coming to but it's weird you know? Imagining it and it actually happening." Carlisle said after a few nerve-racking minutes. "So I guess I'm okay with it." He smiled at us and I ran over to him and hugged him.

"Thank you so much! I was so scared you'd be mad or grossed out." I admitted as Edward nodded in agreement.

"Guys, you would never gross us out, and we would never get mad at someone for falling in love! You guys aren't even blood related! And you share a special bond that not many people have or really ever even find." Esme's words made me feel so much better.

"Okay all this craziness has made me tired. I'm going to bed," I stated and walked up to Edwards's room. You'd think out parents would object due to what we just told them but they didn't. I have been sleeping in his room for years now.

I heard Edward say 'goodnight' as he walked up the stairs and to his room.

"All doors are to remain open from this point on!" Carlisle yelled through the house, I faintly heard Esme laugh over Edward and my outbursts of hysterics.