7. Never Too Late.

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Never Too Late by Three Days Grace

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"And look at this couch. Somebody threw out a whole couch and it's in great shape."

"Yeah, put a little Fabreze on that, scrub it out a little, and it'll look great in your apartment," Brian said.

"You know what?" Peter replied. "I-I-I know we have a dangerous job to do here, but . . . I'm taking this. I'm taking this couch."

It now skipped to the scene where Chris and Peter were trying to get the couch through the spaceships door. We were watching Family Guy where all the characters were turned into Star Wars characters. It was really funner. (To watch it, type in "Family Guy Presents Blue Harvest: 'Save The Couch' Clip" on YouTube.)

"All right, ready?" Peter called out to Chris. "All right - one. . . two. . . three!" They now tried to push the couch through, but it was stuck. "Easy, easy, easy, easy, EASY! Whoa, whoa, WHOA! STOP! STOP! STOP STOP! STOP STOP STOP!"

"What?" Chris asked.

"STOP!" Peter demanded.

"What?!"

"STOP! No no no! TWIST IT!"

"I am."

"NO! No no no no! No no no no! The other way!" They were now trying to twist the couch. "Other way, twist it!"

"What do you want me to do!?" Chris asked impatiently.

"Just look down, all right?" Peter ordered. "All right, just - just look at me. Look at what I'm doing." Peter was now twisting the couch.

"Yeah. . ."
"See the way I'm twisting it?" Peter asked him.

"Yeah."

"All right, turn it that way from your end," Peter told him harshly. Chris was now trying to do as Peter asked. "Okay - nonono! No no! All right, I just - just, put it down! Put it down. Just drop it."

"All right," Chris responded.

Now then dropped the couch, and Peter stood up straight, and put his hand behind his head. "All right, let's - let's just hang on and figure this out."

We were all in the Wrestle Mania Entertainment Room watching Family Guy, since Emmett won his fight with Jasper over which show to watch: Family Guy or Wipeout? Tough decisions. How are we going to solve them? Oh, right, just knock the other guy out - it always works. It was funny, actually.

I hadn't told any of them that Edward asked me out for supper earlier today. Then again, the date was tonight. . .and I need help with getting dressed "properly". You know, in a nice fashion. I played with my plastic water bottle, as the others just gazed at the TV screen. "So. . ." I started. No one spoke, so I continued, "I've got a date tonight. . ."

Emmett then shot up, his hands in fists, air coming out of his nose, his knuckles right, his teeth gritted together. "WHO'S THE SON OF A BITCH?! AMMAH KILL HIM!"

I rolled my eyes. "Emmett, get your fucking ass back down!" I yelled at him. "It's no big deal."

"Who are you going with?"

"Okay, well, you may not like him . . ."

"Who is it?" Jasper urged me. I looked around the room, and everyone had there eyes on me. Well, when I mean "everyone" I mean Alice, Rose, Emmett, Jasper and Johnny. They were all gazing at me intenstly, wanted to know more.

"Edward Masen," I muttered under my breath. Thankfully, they didn't here. Unthankfully, they were glaring at me with narrowed eyes.

"Who - is - it?" Alice demanded.

"Edward Masen. . ." I spoke a bit louder now.

"Who?"

"EDWARD MASEN!" I yelled loudly. I quickly clamped my hands over my mouth, and stared widely at my friends in front of me. Alice and Rose were happy and giggling, Johnny was just shaking his head, muttering, "Why couldn't she have picked Newton." Jasper just turned his attention back to the TV screen, and Emmett . . . oh Lord.

"Edward Masen? EDWARD FUCKING MASEN?! Why him, Bells? Why the hell would you go out with such a fucking asshole? Are you okay? Did you hit your head somewhere? Did you sniff something that you weren't supposed to sniff?"

I wrinkled my nose, and slapped Emmett. "What the hell, no, Emmett! None of what you said! I didn't take anything, I only agreed because it's a freaking free dinner! Why else would I agree? Because I like him? B.S. Emmett, all of it. I only want the free dinner."

Emmett had now calmed down, and softed up. He patted my back, and said, "That's my girl."

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I went home that day somewhere after lunch. I walked into my home, and went into the bathroom. I had spoken to Edward before I left, and he said that'd he pick me up at six o'clock tonight. He was going to bring to a restaurant that wasn't too fancy, nor too cheap. Good enough for me. I looked at myself in the mirror of the bathroom. What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't go out - especially not like this.

I tried fixing my hair. Huge mistake. I had taken the hairspray, and accidentally sprayed myself in the eyes, and I screamed loudly. "JESUS!" I yelled, rubbing my eyes and splashing them with water. I then heard footsteps near the door, and turned to see none other than the pixier and the model, themselves.

"Thought you might need help," Rose said, laughing.

"Oh, shut up," I grumbled.

"Sit down," Alice commanded.

I looked around the bathroom. "Where?"

"Just sit on the toilet bowl." I sighed, and did as she asked. I sat there, cover down, and awaited for the torture. "What first, Rose?" Alice asked Rose. "Hair? Clothes? Makeup?"

"Clothes," Rose said, grinning at me. I just gave her the bird. Alice grabbed my wrist, and they brought me into my room, where they threw an outfit onto my bed. They locked the door, and closed the curtains to my window, and then looked at me, a smirk playing on their lips. "Take it off," Rose demanded me.

"All of it?" I asked after looking down at myself.

"Leave your bra and underwear on," she replied. "But the rest - off." I grunted and took my clothes off, feeling embarrassed with Rose and Alice watching mean. Rose saw my embarrassed expression, and snorted. "We're all woman here, Bella. Live with stripping in front of us. God, you do it at school in the locker rooms."

"Yes, but Charlie is here!"

"The door is locked! Now, put this on." Rose threw me a white t-shirt. I put that on, but before I could even look up, she threw a black vest at me. I put that on, and tightened it from the strings in the back. Rose then held up black skinny jeans.

I shook my head fiercly. "Oh, hell no!" I practically shouted. "No fucking way am I going to shove myself into that. . . that petite thing! No!"

Rose folded the pants, looking at me menicingly, and mumbled something like, "Eighteen years old, my ass." I rolled my eyes, and just grabbed a part of less tightened jean capris. Alice then held up a pair of flats in front of me. "No!" I protested.

"Whyyyyyyy?" Alice whined, looking at me with her top lip scrunched up.

"Because," I said seriously, "they give me blisters and make my feet bleed. Do you want that happening to me? Do you want me to get my feet hurt and damaged and then I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore? Honestly, Alice, I thought you think of me more then that. I'm wearing my Converse."

"You are one bad ass," Alice commented. I didn't know whether she meant it in a nice way or plain bitchy way. But now that think of it, she meant it in a plain bitchy way.

I pulled up my pants, and said to Alice, "So . . . done it with Jasper yet? I wonder, does he end up getting pixie dust stuck to him afterwards?"

Alice just gapped at me. Rose let out a giggle, and cupped her hand over her mouth to stop herself. I fix my pants, and smirked up at Alice, who then started beating me with her tiny little hands. I started laughing, and then remind them that I was having a free dinner tonight, and that I needed to look good. They both then got to work on my makeup, and did my hair last.

When they were finally done, I looked into the mirror. "I look the same way as before," I said. They both looked pained, and had both gasped at the same time. I shook my head. "I was joking!"

They both then smiled and hugged me. "I like my personal space, please," I mumbled to them, noticing how tight they were hugging me. They then let go. "But, I still have one more thing to do."

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"You can go now, Ms.Swan," officer Parker said to me, gesturing me down the hall. I smile up at him.

"Francis," I said to him, "I told you to call me Bella. Okay?"

Officer Parker just chuckled. "Just go over there, and talk to her. She's been missing you a whole lot."

I know, I thought. I've been missing her more.

I walked down the hall, and found myself along a large glass wall, with long counter, and little walls on the counters, so you could have a private conversation. I went to the last one, and sat at the chair, and put my purser on the counter, and stared through the glass, straight at the same milk chocolate brown eyes. I took the phone, and my clone did the same thing. "Where's my apple pie?" Sheila asked me once I brought the phone to my ear. I watched her chuckled.

"Gee, I love you, too, sis," I said flatly. "No apple pie this time. You had too many, you know that. God, you are like the Cookie Monster from Sesame Street."

"But I love the Cookie Monster. . ."

"Yes, I know you do," I said, smiling. "And you know how I like the Count. Hmm, sexy vampire." Sheila then made a disgusted face. I laughed at her.

"I'd take a cookie addicted monster any day," she said simply. "Anyway, how are you doing? How's wrestling? You didn't come on your birthday, you know. I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. The rest of us wanted to sing a happy birthday song, but you didn't come. But you are here now anyway."

Just before I could protest, Sheila turned to look back, called out her jail friends' names. Brenda, Shay and Tia. They saw me and jumped up with happiness, and then instantly, all of them started singing "Happy Birthday" to me.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Bella! Happy birthday to you!"

"And you live in a zoo!" Shay quickly added in.

I smiled, and said, "Where's my cake?"

They all laughed. One of the officers yelled for Brenda, Shay and Tia to go back to their cells, so they had to leave short. They said goodbye, and so did I. I looked at Sheila, and she looked back at me, mirroring my expression and smile. "How I love them," she said on the phone. My smile went wider. "So, what's up?"

"I've got a date tonight."

"No fucking way!" she yelled so loud that I have to move the phone a couple of inches away from my ear. "Little Bells has got a date! Yeah, baby! When did this happen? How did this happen? Answers, GIMME ANSWERS!"

I glared at her with narrowed eyes. "I am not little, I am three minutes older than you," I sneered. "When? Earlier today - in the morning. How? Easy, he just asked. God, it can't be more complicated than that, Sheila. Anymore questions? Honestly, you are the convict here, and you're asking me questions. Touché, my dear sister."

Sheila laughed. It sounded like bells. Then again, we practically had the same voice. It was really hard for Jasper and Emmett to tell who was who on the phone. I could just remember it now. . .

-Flashback-

The phone started to ring. We were all eating supper, and Sheila and I eyed each other. At the same time we both raced to the phone, but she shoved me to side, so I hit into the wall, and she got to the phone before me.

"Hello?" she answered gracefully. Then her face fell. "No, it's Sheila." She then went silent for a moment. "Well, gee, Emmett, I don't know!

"Here, it's for you," Sheila sneered. All that work only to answer a call that wasn't meant for her. A pity.

-End flashback-

I then heard Sheila sigh. Not a good, happy sigh. But a sad one. I looked at her through worried, confused eyes, and she looked back at me with the same eyes, but without confusion. "I wish I could with you," she whispered in the receiver. "I want to leave this place. So bad. . ."

I nodded. "I know," I replied lowly. "I wish you could be here, too. With me. With all of us."

"Where's Jasper and Emmett?" she asked once she heard me say "us".

"They are probably hanging out somewhere," I replied flatly. "I really don't know."

Now she didn't meet my eyes. She looked down at the counter, and whispered so low, I barely heard it, "And Johnny?"

My eyes snapped up at her, and I smiled slightly. Sheila always had a thing for Johnny, but she never told anyone - except for me. She was never able to tell him the truth. I sometimes suspect that Johnny likes her, too. And I try my best to get them together, but right now it would be hard, since she's in jail. "Johnny is doing good," I answered her. She looked up at me through sparkling eyes, and all I heard was the beauty of her breathing.

I watched as she twisted in her chair, and fixed her orange jail suit. He hair was tied back into a ponytail, but her bangs hung in front of her eyes slightly, and her sideburns fell down to her throat. She reached up, and touched the glass wall with her hand. I brought my hand out, and put it against the wall, exactly where Sheila had hers. Both our hands were the same size. If only I could reach out, and hug her tightly.

"I love you, Bells," she whispered sadly into the phone.

I blinked, making the tears go back into my eyes. I had makeup on, and if I ruined it I would look fucking stupid. My bottom lip quivered a bit, but I at least was able to keep the tears back. "I love you, too," I replied.

"Visiting hours are over," the officer called out. His loud voice made me jump a bit in my chair.

I looked at Sheila sadly, thinking about how an hour just flew by, without us even knowing. But all she did was smile her smile. "You go have fun, Izzy," she said to me, grinning brightly. When we were younger, that was what she used to call me - Izzy. But, I changed it to Bella when I was six, but Sheila would slip Izzy here and there. She was the only one who ever called me Izzy. "Don't worry about me," she assured me. "When I know you're happy, there will be nothing in my way to stop me being happy, too."

I smiled at her. "Thanks."

"Anytime, big sis. Anytime."

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I had forgotten that six o'clock had come while I was still at jail. But before I could call Edward and let him know, he called me. "Where are you?" he asked after I answered.

"How did you get my number?" I asked him curiously. I remember perfectly that I never gave him my cell phone number. Stal-ker.

"Not the point right now," he replied impatiently. "Where are you?"

"Outside Forks Jail, on a bench."

"Why are you at - oh, nevermind."

"Can you just come, please?" I asked him impatiently. The sky was growing darker, and I didn't want to stay outside of Forks Jail for Woman alone.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

"Bye." I snapped my phone shut and shoved it in my purse. I huffed, and looked around me, the wind blowing silently, the only noise from car engines. No one was around me, so I was completely alone. I was there for at least six minutes before Edward came in his silver Volvo and picked me up. I hopped into the passenger side, and dropped my purse at my feet. "Your car smells weird," I informed him.

"It's nice to see you again, Bella," he replied, like I never even said my comment before. He acted like I said something nice. Ass. "Yes, I'm doing fine."

"Just drive, or you won't be fine by the end of this date."

Edward chuckled. "I like 'em feisty."

"Good," I snapped, but not too harshly. "Because it's gonna get a whole lot hotter if you keept acting that way, smartass."

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A/N: Now WHAT could wrong between them on their date? Lol. I just loved this chapter, didn't you? XD I love the Family Guy Star Wars episodes. They are so freaking funny. Go watch the clip now. Do it.

BY THE WAY, just to let you guys know - I speed type. So that's why you might see a whole bunch of spelling and grammar errors in all my chapters. I do not edit them. I don't have time - plus, I'm lazy. So . . . just to let you guys know.

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