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Bella's POV

I trembled in the darkness that was my room. I felt around beside my bed, searching for the baseball bat I made Charlie put beside me. I felt a small burst of smugness that I told Charlie I might need it; but then realization hit me that someone- or something- was downstairs.

I didn't want to go down... can you blame me? But I scrambled my courage and tip-toed down the stairs, ever so silently. Please don't trip, please don't trip, please don't freaking trip, I thought to myself.

The hallway led to the living room, so I was hesitant. I poked my head around the corner, relieved to see nothing, then turned back.

A man was five feet from me.

I nearly passed out.

"Holy shi-" was all I was able to spit out before my bat was swung around like a madwoman. No time for talking when there's a psycho in your house. I felt a thud and satisfaction coursed through me.

"OW! Bella, it's me!" the guy snapped, and I reached to the lamp on my left (I can't believe I didn't think of that before) and Allen's crumpled figure was cradling his arm in pain.

"Allen? What the freaking hell! I was about to knock your sorry butt out cold! What are you doing in my house... you- you creeper!" I was on a roll right now. Allen was cradling his arm still, and I stopped yelling.

"So?" I snapped angrily. He's lucky Charlie wasn't here.

"What?" I felt like I had this conversation before.

"What are you doing here? So casually? Are you-" I froze, realization hitting me, "Are you going to rape me? You're not, are you? If so, confess now and I'll only hit you hard enough to put you in a coma." I was serious.

"No- NO! Listen- I just wanted to apologize." he said, his voice softening.

My eyes tightened. "For what? Climbing through my window?" Well, I could think of a few reasons why; well one- but I wanted him to say them.

"For... you know... stuff." Were all men this immature? "Stuff"?

"What kinds of stuff?" I replied, getting impatient. I was going to end up knocking him out, no doubt about it.

"I- I'm sorry for lying. About my mom dying." he blurted.

I still glared- but I was happy he apologized. He noticed my glare, and then said, "And for cheating on you."

"WHAT?"

Allen seemed to realize that my glare wasn't because I expected more of an answer. He blushed a deep scarlet as my anger shot through the top.

"You've got exactly five seconds to leave before I knock your head off your shoulders." I growled, lifting the bat and twirling it around.

"Wait. Look. I'm sorry. I- I can't take it anymore! I care for you. Deeply. And... I want to be with you. I didn't realize that until now, when I saw you with that... Edward dude. And now I see... you belong with me."

Okay, so somebody was reading his mom's romance novels.

"Really? Where'd you get that line from? A Taylor Swift song?"

"Bella! Really, listen to me! I- I love you!" Allen stepped forward, grasped my shoulders, his blue eyes boring into mine. My breath caught in my throat, and I lifted my knee, right where it hurts.

Allen gasped in pain, kneeling over, and I ran down the hallway to the phone, dialing the first number I could think of.

"Hello?" a wary voice picked up. Okay, so the first number was Edward's. Great.

"Hey- oh god- Edward, it's Bella. I need help, Allen's in my house and won't leave, and he's bothering me-"
"I'll be right there." his voice darkened, and the phone went dead.

Now waiting was the hard part. Allen was in the corner of the living room, glaring. I glared back and looked at the time- 10:43 pm, two hourse til' Charlie came home.

"What? Stop staring." I snapped. Allen glowered, but looked at the old family pictures on the wall with a sudden interest. I rolled my eyes- he's seen them many times before- but at least it's got his attention.

"You can leave anytime now." I said, crossing my arms. Allen raised one eyebrow, and I raised one of mine.

"No. Not until you let me talk."

"I hope you enjoy waiting." I groaned.

A car pulled up in the driveway- a Volvo- and I sighed in relief.

Edward, instead of knocking, walked in, hair still black ( I wondered quickly if it was permanent) then grasped the concept that two really hot (sad to say Edward's hotter- even if he's a prep/emo) guys were in my living room, ready to fight to the death. I was fine for that- really- but if blood was on the carpet, Charlie would wonder, and I there are only a few reasons that have to do with a girl and blood.

Ew.

"Okay, so, Edward, can you please show Allen the door?" I said in a exaggerative patient tone. Edward nodded, jaw clenched, then replied, "Gladly.'

Allen didn't budge.

"Not until you let me talk. Bella, I love you! With every bone in my being! You've just met this guy, and you've known me for years."

"Yeah. I know." I replied. Edward looked at me incredulously, "You believe this guy?" he asked.

"No. But I need to sleep- girls need their beauty sleep- so go- both of you. Thank you Edward." I said, hugging him real quickly- friendly gesture only. Allen puffed, and Edward beamed. I rolled my eyes and hugged Allen. Allen smirked and Edward's jaw clenched.

"Okay, tetosterone teens please leave." I said, sighing. They both left, but Edward paused at the doorway, turned away and said in a breathy voice, "Bye Bella. Good night and sweet dreams."

His breath was cold, and smelled like mint. I had an urge to kiss him, but nodded stiffly instead, dumb struck.

Allen caressed my cheek and I kicked him in the shin. The night was filled with Edward's smug laughter and Allen's stomping.

I closed the door and turned around, my back to the door, and sighed a breath of relief- just like in the movies since I've always wanted to do this.

What a big jolly mess.

I tried to make this chapter longer since I haven't updated in what seems like forever.

Review to make me happy and I get more inspiration.

BTW, I had to pull names out of a hat to find out who should have the honour of breaking into Bella's house, lol.