Hiii :D Well, I have this whole week off school (YESSS) so fingers crossed, I'm going to do one update every day. However, lucy has gone to Spain (Again.) so I'm on my own, and I have a History essay and Maths Coursework to finish. Hmm. Maybe every day was a little optimistic. Anyway. I'm thinking PWC Tues, Weds, Thurs then IAM on Friday? And maybe Cosmo's and Clueless on Saturday, which should be when Lu gets back?

Again, I know this is short, and I'm sorry, but it's better than nothing, no?

Enjoy x

Em XD

P.S Tune - Marching Bands Of Manhattan - Death Cab.


Rosalie

She laughed at me. I had just confided that in all of these people, and she laughed.

It was that reaction, the one I got from at least one person in every group, that confirmed all my fears.

I was fat. And this was a bad idea.

There was no way Emmett would even look my way now; he was probably to busy chasing after that skank anyway.

Well, two could play at that game, right? I saw the way she was looking at Edward earlier. She was going to regret messing with me.

Bella at least had the decency to look embarrassed, and apologised quietly, but it was too little too late. And I didn't miss the look of amusement on everyone else's face - even Jasper's.

In the background I heard Edward taking his turn, something about his dad killing his mom. But really, it wasn't his life story I was after.

If I was going to seduce Mr Mood-Swings 2009, I would need to up my game, and there was no time like the present. I stood up and stalked straight upstairs, ignoring the stares burning holes in my back.

I headed into my bathroom, and locked the door behind me, then began methodically stripping off my clothes.

I stepped naked onto the electronic scales I had bought with me; 105lbs.

I sighed.

My target was to get out of the triple digits, but as I was about 5"9 it was becoming more and more difficult than expected.

I stepped off the scales, and moved to kneel in front of the toilet, grabbing my old toothbrush.

I pushed the solid end into he back of my mouth until I gagged, then began to cough violently, but nothing was coming up.

Normally by now I would have thrown up horribly and would be brushing my teeth off (with a different brush) happily.

However, I'd apparently got nothing left in me. How true is that.

I scolded myself; This was my own fault, I should have done it last night immediately after dinner.

I sat against the door and began to calculate how many sit ups I needed to do in order to compensate for my error.


Bella

After Edward had explained quietly why he was here, I had a distinctly uneasy feeling in my stomach. For a start, hearing everyone else's stories was making me feel pretty selfish. I kept reminding myself how much worse it could have been, and it scared me a little. I had been so wrapped up in my own little bubble of pain and self loathing, that I had failed to see the rest of the world moving around me.

Life goes on right?

Not if you're dead. Chimed a voice in my head.

I shook my head; as if that would help get rid of the voice.

Jake would never age, he would never get old, have kids, get married…

I pictured what our kids might have looked like - dark hair and eyes, a boy and a girl perhaps.

I imagined us back in La Push, on the beach. Watching as they ran around in the spray. Something wasn't right though.

Then the picture changed. We were in LA - Jake was home with the kids while I worked - we rarely spoke. The children didn't even know my name.

Yes. That was more realistic.

The picture transformed again. It was me, lying in my bed. The sun was filtering in through the window as I read through scripts. Alone.

This was as close to seeing the future as I would ever get. But it wasn't exactly rocket science.

I looked up to see that nearly everyone had left the room, with one exception. Edward.

He was sat on the love seat, looking at me with a strange expression on his face, "Are you alright?"

I nodded, "Yeah… Just thinking."

"Me too." He replied softly, "You know, I really am sorry about last night, and this morning. We really got off to a bad start didn't we?"

I smiled wryly, "We did."

"Well. It's too late to start over I suppose, but how about a game of Halo? I'll even let you win." He grinned slightly.

I smiled slowly, "Sure."


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