Hey chickadee's, just wanted to tell all you amazing fanfiction people to check out my poll to put in you twilight saga vote: Edward or Jacob? Mine was Edward, but don't let that sway you… Oh, and just in case you guys can't tell from reading, this is a couple of months later. If I was going to put a hard date on it I'd say… November 3. Enjoy!

"No more Alice! You too, Rose! I'm done!" I shouted as I stormed into my dorm room. Well, Edward's and mine dorm room.

"Bella, I just bought you some more necessities for the winter season. You should thank me." Alice informed me matter-of-factly as she followed me. Rosalie was quiet, deep in thought about something. I was too exhausted and peeved to care. I set down my 10 (yes, 10) shopping bags and Alice handed me the other 5 (yes, 15 total) bags to set down with them.

"Alice! Since when are six-inch heels a necessity in winter in New York?" I cried as I gestured to said shoes. Yes, they were cute, but I would trip and kill myself. Actually, I do that anyway.

"Bella, where's Edward?" Rosalie asked suddenly.

"Umm… I think he's hanging out with Emmett and Jasper in Jasper's dorm." I said absent-mindedly as I hung up the clothes I didn't want. I shot a dark look at Alice when I picked up a dark blue shirt with a three hundred dollar price tag.

"Three hundred dollars for a top, Alice?" I asked in a low voice, not really sure I really wanted to know the answer.

"Bella, my father's a doctor, my mother is an interior decorator, and I'm making plenty to support myself off of free-lancing jobs. Money's not an issue." She insisted as she waved me off.

I sighed deeply, hanging up the shirt along with the last of the clothes. I jumped when Rosalie suddenly slammed the door shut and locked it behind her. She motioned for us to follow her lead, and sit on the 

beds. I sat on mine, while Rosalie and Alice sat on Edward's. I was beginning to get suspicious from the evil look in their eyes when they suddenly shouted.

"CONFESSION!" they squealed in unison. I covered my ears with my hands and winced.

"Geez, I'd like to not need a hearing aid until I'm at least 60, thank you very much! Now what are we confessing about?" I asked as I slowly removed my hands.

"First off," Alice informed me as she and Rose got onto their knees and leaned in towards me. "We are not that loud, so quit being a drama queen. Secondly, WE are not confessing anything. YOU are confessing your love for my brother."

I flushed a deep crimson and got up off the bed. "Look guys-"

"No Bella." Rosalie interrupted me. "Either you tell us now or we tell Edward even if it's not true."

I cringed as I considered the thought, and flushed a deeper red as I mumbled my answer. "Yeah, I like him."

They both squealed and shot up off the bed, jumping up and down. "Bella loves Edward!"

"Guys, keep it down." I shushed them half-heartedly, knowing that efforts to keep the two of them quiet about anything were futile.

"Took you long enough!" Alice yelled gleefully, Rose nodding furiously in the background. I wave them off and went to unlock the door.

"You two are ridiculous." I muttered as I ushered them out the door.



"The usual?" Rosalie asked on the way out.

"Yep." I answered. Ever since that first week, we met up at my/Edward's dorm and had take-out at seven every Friday. It was our new tradition, and I loved it.

I walked back into the dorm and started on some Spanish homework I had. I loathed the language and planned on only taking it for the minimum requirement of one year. I tried to focus on the work, but kept getting this weird nauseous sensation. Ignoring it, I finished up and called the take-out number at six.

"Hey Bella." Edward greeted me as he walked in the door. I held a finger to my mouth, signaling him to be quiet so I could finish ordering.

"So beautiful, for 2 orders of orange chicken, 1 order of general tso's chicken, 1 order of cashew chicken, and 3 containers of white rice it'll be 35 dollars." A slimy voice oozed out of the phone.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "We're on the phone, so you can't tell if I'm beautiful or not. And can you make sure that there are six fortune cookies this time?"

"Sure thing babe. Oh, and my number is-"

"Bella sweetheart?" Edward suddenly called loudly. I shot him a thankful look.

"Sorry, but I've gotta go. My, uh…fiancée… just got home." I lied badly, stuttering over the words. I listened for his goodbye and hung up the phone.

"Thanks." I said as I ran a hand through my hair. "He was obnoxious."



"I could tell." He said with a grim look on his face. I looked at him for a while as he moved about the room, grabbing things and shoving them in drawers, trying to figure out why he was so disturbed by this. I soon forgot about it as another wave of nausea passed over me. I swayed a little and held onto the edge of my desk.

"Bella? You alright?" Edward asked as he noticed my position. He came over and helped to steady me, a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine, just got a little dizzy." I said, ignoring both the churning in my stomach and the electricity running through my body from his casual touch. If only…but a guy like Edward could never like a girl like me. Besides, I made that promise to myself at the beginning of the year, and I was going to hold onto that as my excuse. I mean, sure, I guess I had feelings for Edward, but who didn't?

Right?