A/N: Wow. I am so happy right now. This story has reached over 100 reviews! I never thought I'd see the day when that would happen. Thank you all so much. I try to update at least every 2 or 3 days, so I'm sorry it took a bit longer to get you this one. I've been busy.

On to the next subject I'd like to talk about: the length of my chapters.

I know my chapters are short, but that's just how I write. I like them to be short because I can update more often.

Just so you know, you can expect chapters to have between 800 and 2500 words in them. If by some chance, a chapter is longer than that, don't expect it too often.

Here's another EPOV. You'll get to find out a little about his past, so I'll get on with it.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns Twilight.

Chapter 8 - Big Brother

EPOV

I had just gotten back from spending a week in Seattle visiting Emmett, and I was almost home. As I pulled into the driveway, I was surprised to see my father's car parked there. He usually didn't get home until very late at night. It was very strange.

After I parked my car and grabbed my bag with my stuff in it, I walked up to the house, opened the door, and walked inside. I could hear my parents talking in the kitchen. Whatever it was about, couldn't be good, judging on their tones. I hid around the corner and listened in to their conversation.

"Do you think something happened between them?" Esme asked with worry in her voice.

I heard my dad sigh. "I don't know. Why do you ask that?"

"Well, she hasn't been around here much lately, and Edward's been acting kind of strange for a while now. You know how close those two are...or were. They used to be joined at the hip."

I could just imagine the exasperated look on my father's face. "Maybe nothing happened between them. They're teenagers, Esme. Sometimes they just drift apart," he said calmly.

"I know that, Carlisle. But why else would she do that without telling him...or us? She's always been like a part of the family." She sniffed, a telltale sign she was about to cry. "I just can't think of any reasons as to why she would do that."

I heard my father's footsteps as he walked across the kitchen, probably to give my mom a hug. "I can't either, sweetheart. Maybe we should sit down with him and ask him," he suggested.

"I think that would be a good idea, but how are we supposed to break the news to him?" she cried."Even though I don't think they've spent much time together lately, he's still going to crushed."

"I think it would be best if we just get straight to the point."

I decided to make myself known at that moment, and pretend I had just gotten home.

I put a fake smile on my face, and as I walked into the kitchen, I asked, "Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. What are you guys talking about?"

My mom wiped the tears off her face and walked over to me. "Honey, I think you should sit down. We need to talk to you about Bella."

The fake smile I was wearing immediately left my face. I got a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Is she okay? Is she hurt?" I asked worriedly.

My father walked over to the two of us. "Calm down. Bella's okay. She's not hurt." He pulled out a chair and sat down and ran his fingers through his hair. With a sigh, he said, "There's no easy way to say this, but...Bella left Forks to live her mom in Florida."

What? She left? When?

My chest began to tighten. Why did she leave?

I began to panic. Why didn't she tell me?

As it became more difficult for me to breathe, my vision started to get fuzzy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

What the fuck is that banging noise?

Just as my vision began to fade, I suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, my breathing heavy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Once I got my breathing in check, I got out of bed, put some pants on, and made my way downstairs towards the noise. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I realized that someone was pounding on my door with a lot of force.

There was only one person who would do that.

As I made my way to my front door, I yelled, "Stop pounding on the damn door! I'm on my way!" The banging stopped as I reached the door. I unlocked it and pulled it open to find myself face to face with my older brother, Emmett.

He was standing there with a big smile on his face. "Hey, little bro," he said cheerfully.

I glared at him. "Emmett," I said irritably, "what the fuck do you want?"

He took a step back and held his hands up in surrender. "Dude, chill out. What the hell is your problem?" he said with a glare of his own.

I sighed. "Sorry. I didn't sleep well."

Emmett grinned. "I can tell. You look like shit."

"Gee, thanks," I said sarcastically.

"No problem," he replied. I flipped him the bird before turning around and walking back into my house with him following me. We walked to the kitchen, where I made a pot of coffee while Emmett leaned against the counter and watched me.

I could feel his eyes on me. "What?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't say anything."

"You don't have to. Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm just thinking."

"Well don't hurt yourself," I joked.

"Ha ha. Very funny," he smirked.

I smiled at him. "I thought it was." The coffee was finished brewing and I poured the both of us a cup. We grabbed them and carried them to the kitchen table before sitting down. "So, what were you thinking about?" I asked as I took a sip.

Emmett looked me right in the eyes and said, "I was thinking about Bella."

That was not the answer I was expecting. I choked on my coffee and it burned my throat as I swallowed it. When I finally calmed down, I asked him, "What about Bella?"

"You know she's back in town, right?"

"Yeah, I know. We actually ran into each other. She came in for an interview. She was going to apply for the job as an English teacher."

That caught his attention. "Yeah? How did it go?"

"It didn't."

Emmett gave me a confused look. "What do you mean?"

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "We didn't exactly get that far. She kind of panicked and took off."

My brother frowned. "That sucks. You're going to try and talk to her right?"

Emmett knew about everything that had happened between Bella and I. Shortly after my parents had told me about her leaving, he came home and questioned me about it. I wouldn't tell my parents why I thought she had left, so I guess they thought that Emmett might be able to get the truth out of me.

They were right.

I broke down and told him everything, as long as he promised not to tell them. By the time I had finished, he was so pissed at me, that he punched me in the face. Thankfully, he didn't break my nose, but I had one hell of a shiner to show for it. Luckily for me, Emmett kept his word and didn't repeat anything back to my parents, even when they demanded to know why he punched me.

I nodded at him. "Yeah. I'm going to try, but I'm not sure if she'd want to speak with me. I wouldn't blame her. I need to reschedule an interview with her though. I know that she most likely won't want to be my friend again, I know that, but I'm still willing to be professional."

Emmett looked thoughful. "So, you're not going to try and mend your friendship with her?"

I shook my head. "I didn't say that. As much as I want to, I know that, if given the chance to do so, it would take time. However, I'm willing to give her as much space as she needs."

My brother gave me a small smile. "Good answer," he said. He stood up and carried his coffee cup over to the sink and washed it out and set it out to dry. "Well," he began, "I'm gonna head out now. I just wanted to see how you were doing before I went and saw Bella myself."

I looked at him in surprise. "You're going to see Bella?"

He nodded at me. A sad look crossed his face as he replied, "Yeah. She was like a little sister to me. I've missed her." He paused for a moment before he quietly continued, "Mom and Dad have missed her too, you know."

"I know," I whispered. I'm ashamed to admit it, but it took me a while after she left to realize that, not only did I hurt Bella and myself with my actions, but I also hurt my family and Bella's father. If it weren't for me, she never would have left in the first place.

He walked back over to me and pat me on the back. "Dude, stop beating yourself up. If it makes you feel any better, I think that one day, things will be okay with you two."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. I'll tell her you said 'hi'." Then he turned around started to walk towards the door. Before he left, he hollered, "See you later, bro!"

Once he was gone, I thought, I hope Bella has a better reaction to him, than she did to me.

A/N: I had a little trouble starting this chapter, so I hope it turned out okay.

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