Chapter 8 (finally!)

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Stephanie: So jess, what's your New Year's resolution?

Me: To own twilight

Stephanie: Too bad, you don't and never will! Hahahaha!

AN: I'm sooo sorry for the long wait for the story. In truth, I was not going to continue on with it because I don't feel like I've given the characters any personality at all. So I'm going to finish this story up in about three chapters so that I can write a different one; start over in a sense. Thank you all for being so patient with me.

I may be sad but I'm not weak

This situation is breaking your puppy eyes never lie

Your tears fall from inside

Until some day, I'll be waiting for an answer

And I guess that yesterday's not good enough for you

You know that I hate this song

I hate this song, because it was written for you

--I Hate This Song; Secondhand Serenade

BPOV:

I woke up smiling; it didn't matter that it was the day of midterms, or that I didn't get half as much sleep as I would have liked. Nothing could have ruined this morning, because I woke up cuddled next to the greatest gift God ever gave me. Edward was snoring away, which was a surprise to me. Normally, he's up at six in the morning for reasons unknown to me. I decided I better do this right; who knows when I'll get another chance to wake him up?

"Edward." I whispered, brushing my lips across his temple. He groaned. I said his name again, moving my lips to brush his ear.

"I'm not getting up." He mumbled, moving his body to the other side.

"You have to! We have midterms today." He shot out of the bed.

"THAT'S TODAY! I'm not ready, I can't do this!" He started to pace the room before I rolled my eyes and walked over to him.

"Calm down, you'll do fine." I told him, kissing him. After I calmed him down, I went to get a shower and change before breakfast.

I made a quick breakfast of Reese's Puffs before going to my art class. I wasn't in that much of a rush to leave without a good luck kiss from Edward, which turned into a good luck five minute make out by the door.

When I got there, it was the same set up as normal (canvases scattered around the room), but with those separators in between each so that no one else could copy, I'd guess. I sat down at a canvas closet to the front of the room. I took a couple of deep breaths before the Professor began to speak. While I listened to her, I looked around the room at all the other students, who looked just as pale as I figured I did. These were midterms! They counted for fifty percent of our grade! The only good luck sign I noticed was that Tanya wasn't here; good, she'd probably have to drop out of the class. I just call it karma.

It turns out that we had to paint anything that came to mind, incorporating what we learned so far. She already had these two extremely weird figures drawn on every canvas, and we had to draw around that. As lame as it sounds, I drew an ocean with all these sea creatures in it. Of course, we had to paint it too, so I used the cool scheme of colors (green, blue and purple).

I was finished earlier than most people. I'm not sure that's such a good thing, though. I turned my painting in, and headed out to relax on the bench that I always sit on. I was pulling out my IPod when I suddenly couldn't see anymore. There were two huge hands covering my eyes.

"Bells." The person whispered in my ear. I knew immediately who it was.

"Jacob, if you do not remove your hands from my eyes in the next three seconds I'm going to deck you in the face." I threatened; his hands were instantly gone.

"Feisty aren't we?" He teased, sitting down next to me. "How was your midterm?"

"Horrible. I think I failed life."

He rolled his eyes.

"That's not even possible. I'm sure you did fine."

"You didn't see my painting. I had freaking PURPLE DOLPHINS on it!" I huffed, putting my head in my hands.

"Chill, didn't you hear? Purple dolphins are the shit." Jake told me, putting his arm around me.

"Shut up." I told him, laughing. I could never be mad at him.

"I've got to go, but good luck on your next midterm!"

"Thanks." I hugged him before he left. I took a deep breath before heading to creative writing.

I shouldn't have expected anything less than this; she wanted us to write a figurative language poem. That in itself is bad enough; I'm bad at structured poems. The icing on the cake? It has to be two pages long! I spent about thirty minutes brainstorming, and writing down pairs of rhyming words. I was the last one out of the room, with only a page and a half for my poem. I even wrote as big as I could!

Feeling dejected, I went back to the apartment to drown myself in ice cream. It seemed like forever before I finally got there. I was about to open the door when I heard sobbing coming from inside.

"Shh, it's okay Tanya. It's okay." I heard Edward's voice say. I whipped open the door. This really was a great day to piss me off.

"Oh Eddie!" She flung her arms around him. I just stood in the doorway with most incredulous expression on my face. He patted her back before noticing me standing there. I was about to walk back out the way I came when got up off of the couch.

"You stay there." I pointed at him, glaring as best as I could. "I don't care to know why she's here; I don't want to hear any excuses. I'm going to take a deep breath, walk out of this door, and when I walk back in, we're going to forget that the last minute has ever happened." So I did exactly that. When I walked back in, Edward was still standing up by the couch, and Tanya was still crying her little blue eyes out.

"Bella, please, just let me talk to you for a minute." He grabbed my wrist, and led me into the kitchen.

"Alright, ready, get set, go." I told him, looking at my watch.

"There was a fire in her apartment. She lost her roommate, and most of the possessions that she had in there. She didn't know where else to go. I couldn't just turn her away. She's like family to me; I've known her since I was little! Please, for me, just be nice to her. I love you, you know." He smiled, warily.

I thought about that for a second. A fire in her apartment meant she lost her home, for some while at least. Edward said he couldn't turn her away because she had no where else to…oh my god. That's when it hit me; he was basically asking my permission for her to move in with us.

"What….the…fuck?" It was the only thing that came to mind for me to say.

"Please, I know we have your bedroom that she could sleep in until she finds another apartment! I can't just let her sleep out on some lonely street corner!"

"I'm sure she's used to street corners by now." I mumbled, but he didn't seem to catch that.

"It's not permanent, it's just until she can find another place to live. I already told her she could have your old bedroom, so I just want you to man it up and behave." His voice took on a stern tone. I was livid.

So he expects me to come back from the crappiest day I've had in a long time, to find that his ex-girlfriend is now going to live with us.

"Why give her my old bedroom? I'm sure with how traumatized she is, it would be much better if she slept with you in your bed. You guys can cuddle up at night and share words about how much you love each other." I snapped sarcastically.

"Bella, that is no way to talk about Tanya. You know, you make her sound much worse than she really is. She's over me, I can assure you that. I'm equally over her. Show some sympathy for the poor girl. I can't believe you're giving me such a hard time about this. It's absurd." He was really mad at me. Well, this was just fabulous.

"I'm sorry, Edward. I haven't been having the best day and I wasn't expecting this to happen. Sure, let her stay, that's fine." I told him, as much as I didn't want to. He would get his way in the end, eventually.

"It's alright. You have nothing to worry about, you know I love you." He grinned, my crooked smile before kissing me. I drug it out longer than necessary, just in case Tanya was watching us. We went back into the living room; he sat next to Tanya, and I sat on the floor by the coffee table. I would let her live with us, but I sure as hell wasn't going anywhere near her.

"Tanya, it'd really be a pleasure to have you come live with us." Edward told her, putting his arm around her while she continued to cry.

"You really mean it." She looked up at him and sniffled.

"Of course. Bella's okay with it, right?" He looked at me as if daring me to say no.

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled.

"Thank you so much Eddie!" She said, burying her head in his chest and squeezing his waist.

"You too, Bella! I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I promise I'll make it up to you." She smiled at me. It took all my self control not to roll my eyes.

If she really wanted to make it up to me, how about she never talks to Edward again and moves to Alaska? I know that would never happen but….a girl can wish can't she?

"That's alright." I said. "I'm going to take my piano midterm. See ya." I said to both of them, not bothering to give Edward a kiss. This whole day was making me madder and madder.

"Wait! How about I take my two favorite girls out for dinner tonight for celebrating the end of midterms?" I stopped dead in my tracks. He did not just categorize me and Tanya together. Bastard.

"You guys can go; I'm going to see Alice after this. I'll be eating there." With that, I walked out.

I should have known that Edward would miss out on our midterm for piano; he could easily dazzle the professor, telling him he had to comfort his friend in need. It was probably stupid that I would leave Tanya alone with him during dinner, but that didn't matter at this point. I seriously needed someone to talk to, and I'm sure Alice would do the trick.

After playing a rather complex piece by Yiruma (AN: sound familiar to anyone?), and completely nailing it, I made my way to Alice's apartment.

"I'm going to shoot myself." Was the first thing I said to her as she opened the door.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked me, leading me to the couch.

"That slut." I took a deep breath. "Her apartment caught fire or something stupid so she has no where to go. Of course, that means that she goes straight to her little Eddie-poo, who doesn't mind at all if she moves in with us until she's back on her feet. Does he consult me about it first? No. He knows that Bella will do anything he says. He loves her, I swear. It's disgusting how he was sticking up for her. Then, he thinks its really a good idea to play the 'Tanya's my bestest friend, and I basically want to do her, but don't worry, cause I love you!' card. I was about to punch someone in the face. He wanted to take his 'two favorite girls' out to dinner, but I refuse to be near her any more than I have to. So I came here." I finished my rant.

"Oh Bella, that's horrible! I'm so sorry! My brother can be such an ass sometimes. Just try to stay calm about it, and hope that she gets out of there soon." She rubbed her arm along my back as I started to cry. This was the most frustrating day of my life.

"Honey, dinner's ready." I heard Jasper call from the kitchen.

"You're staying for dinner." She said. I just smiled and went to the table.

We sat there and ate, catching up. I'd never felt as comfortable in any place as I do at their apartment. Jasper and Alice were so cute, the way they'd talk to each other, and just the looks I would catch them giving; it was amazing. I was tempted to start humming "here comes the bride" but I decided not to. When nine-thirty rolled around, I figured it was best that I got home.

I walked in, and didn't even bother to glare at Edward for sitting on the couch, watching a movie with Tanya. That wasn't the part I should've glared at him for. It was the fact that he was rubbing her feet almost as if it was a normal gesture. I'm not sure if it's just me, but if I was taking advantage of another couple's spare bedroom, rent free, I would definitely not be getting cozy with the girl's boyfriend. But hey, that's just me. I'm sure in Tanya's world that as long as the pants are on, it's acceptable.

I took a bubble bath, in a foolish attempt to relieve all the stress I was going through. When I was done, I dried myself off, and slipped on a pair of pjs. I was awe-struck when I walked out of the bathroom. I saw Edward, picking Tanya up off of the couch (bridal style) and carry her into my bedroom. He didn't notice me standing there, so whenever he got into my room, I tiptoed to the open door to peek in. He had tucked her into bed, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Sweet dreams." He told her.

I wasn't going to start crying again, I told myself in a vain attempt to stop the tears from falling. I moved as fast as I could to our bedroom, and started playing the piano. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice that I hadn't been playing longer than a couple of seconds before he opened the door.

He put his arms around me from behind, and kissed my neck. I refrained from wiping the spot where he kissed off with disinfectant; those lips had just been on Tanya's forehead. Gross.

"It's late, love, let's get to bed." He picked me up and tossed me on the bed before getting under the covers.

"Uhmm… I'm going to go get a drink of water." I lied; glad it was dark enough that he couldn't see my cheeks flaming up.

"Hurry back."

I practically jumped off of the bed before walking to the closet. I had stored and extra blanket here, just in case that we would get cold in the wintertime. I grabbed it off of the top shelf, and made my way to the couch. There was no way I was sleeping with Edward tonight. No way in hell.

Only one thought came to mind as I crammed myself on the couch:

Jacob was completely wrong; I totally failed life.

AN: well, that's chapter eight for you. I hoped you liked it!

PLEASE! Leave a review with your suggestions, or comments. What you liked about the chapter, what you think should happen in the next….please. it's extremely helpful. It's the only thing that makes me post these chapters.

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