EPOV

You know how people say "live with no regrets." Well, you see… that's not an option for me right now. I do regret a lot of things. The time where I flipped my English teacher off (I think I have one more detention to do).The time where I led Jessica Stanley on (I don't even want to talk about it). The time where I pantsed Emmett (My balls still hurt). And the biggest regret in my life right now is not saying goodbye to Bella, my best friend, my biggest crush ever, and the most beautiful girl in the entire world, well, there's Megan Fox but what overly hormonal 16 year old boy wouldn't want her? But, that's beside the point; I haven't dated anyone or had my eyes on anyone else since Bella left.

Things have been going good. Emmett just received a letter saying that he might receive All-American for lacrosse and he's pretty stoked about that. Jasper is this close to getting valedictorian, Charlie has been a wreck, it kind of depresses me, he's been having a hard time with his police cruiser and he's stressed about pretty much everything in the world right now.

The Black's come over to their house every once and a while to help out around the house and watch some baseball, which means that nasty little bastard comes over and sucks up to Mr. Swan and makes me look like the bad guy. I remember one time we were helping with the car, changing the oil and all and Charlie needed an extra had. So I, trying to be the good guy, volunteered and went over to help. Jacob and I had a little staring contest as Charlie bent down to show us what was wrong. I swear, it was like one of those western movies, I think I twitched my hand I'm not going to lie.

"I'm not sure what's wrong, but it might be the oil. Jake? You're the only one who knows cars around here and Edward… well… you're a good kid." He patted me on the back. I try, I really do.

"Don't worry, Charlie, Edward and I got this, right Edward?" he shot a fake smile at me.

I gave a huge fake one back. "Yupp, we got this." I raised my hand up for a high five. Jacob gave me a quizzical look but raised his anyway. He came in for one but just as our hands touched he reached down with his other arm and scrunched up Eddie Jr.

I let out a strangled groan and fell to the ground clutching down there.

"You okay Edward?" Charlie asked me still looking inside the hood.

"Yeah Edward, are you alright?" Jacob said with fake concern.

I glared up at him from the floor. "Perfect." I said through my teeth. I grabbed onto the side of the car and it took me about ten minutes of struggling to get back to my feet. Did I mention that was the day after I pantsed Emmett?

That incident was about a month ago and I cringe every time I remember it. Never in my life will Jacob and I become friends, I just don't see it happening.

So here I am today, summer '07 with absolutely nothing to do. Ever since Bella left I've been bored out of my mind. My summer days usually consist of, playing piano, playing video games, getting pranked by Emmett, and taking a walk in the woods. It gets old, trust me. Pretty much everything has gotten old since Bella left, most people may not notice, but I definitely notice that my life is boring without Bella. No one to fantasize about, no one to talk to, no one to have inside jokes with, no one to make fun of weirdos with… the list goes on and on.

So many times, I've tried to talk to her, picked up the phone, then set it down, then picked it up dialed, hung up, and set it down. I'm a pussy, I really am. I've considered writing a letter, but I think that would be too cheesy, then I considered e-mailing her, but who does that these days?

So now, I sit here… alone in our tree house, throwing a ball at the wall and watching it bounce back, sadly… it was the most amusing thing I've done all day.

"Eddie boy!" Emmett called from down below. "Dinner's ready!" he shouted.

"Coming and stop calling me Eddie!" I yelled back.

I slowly got up and opened the flap that was the way down. I started going down the hanging ladder slowly, the wind blew and it shook the ladder. I let out a girly yelp and held on for dear life. Emmett was still standing there, he let out a chuckle at my fear. I'm deathly afraid of heights to be honest. I was still about 20 feet off the ground.

"Hurry up they have steak tonight." Emmett whined.

"I'm coming!" I shouted still clutching the ladder. I looked to the ground slowly and saw that Emmett was really small. I quickly looked back up and took a deep breath. I continued slowly down the ladder soon the ground was about 10 feet away. I smiled at my victory and started moving faster.

Suddenly, my foot ended up getting caught and I slipped. I started to fall until my foot got caught in the rope that held the ladder together. The force of the rope yanked me down and I was quickly turned upside down, hanging only by my foot. Right in front of Emmett's face.

His expression was at first one of shock, until he burst into a fit of loud laughter and fell to the ground.

I felt the heat rush to my face out of embarrassment, or maybe it was the fact that I was upside down and the blood was rushing to my head.

"Emmett! Help me down!" I complained.

"HANG ON!" he managed to yell out from the little breath he had, he lost all his breath from laughing too much. He scrambled to his feet and ran into the woods.

"Where the hell are you going?" I tried to turn myself around by swaying my arms so the force could turn me, I failed as usual.

Emmett came back with a long stick and a devilish grin to match.

Oh no…

"Emmett…" I warned. "Can we work this out?" I asked nervously. "I'll buy you ice cream!" I bribed. He stepped closer. "A Slurpee!" I tried bribing more. He stepped closer once more and prepared to strike. "A cookie?" I whispered he raised the stick above his head. "Mommy!" I whimpered.

JPOV

I was sitting there eating my steak with the family, just enjoying the company, until I heard a loud wail coming from the backyard. Esme, Carlisle, Charlie and I all looked at each other in confusion.

At the same time, we all scooting our chairs away and got up in unison. I was the first to run outside to the scene. As I got closer, the scene revealed before me was funny, weird, and scary at the same time. Edward was hanging upside down from the tree house and Emmett was hitting him with a stick like a piñata.

"Emmett!" Charlie scolded. "Enough." Emmett stopped and dropped the stick as he raised his hands in the air as if he got arrested, dropping the stick. There was a long pause of silence.

Then at the same time everyone burst into laughter. Everyone except Edward, who had this priceless look on his face. I wanted to feel bad for him, but the situation was just so funny I couldn't help myself.

"I hate this family…" Edward mumbled.

Crack. That one little sound made us stop laughing and Edward stiffened.

Then, the rope that was holding Edward up snapped and… well… the rest is history.

EPOV

"Ow!" I moaned. "Ow. Ow, owie, ow, ow OW!!!" I said as my dad put the alcohol on my cuts.

"Ow!!! Dad!" I started to yell, until my mom came up behind me and set the ice pack on my head. "Ah…" I immediately calmed down and relaxed. My dad looked up at me and rolled his eyes.

"Son, really, what happened?"

"Gravity happened." I retorted. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, still holding the ice pack.

"Well, obviously, but what were you doing up in the tree house?" he asked.

"The day got boring." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Don't you have friends?" my dad asked.

I snapped my head upright and looked at him. "I sure do have friends!" I defended.

"Name five." Jasper said as he walked in and crossed his arms.

"Um…" I thought for a minute. "There's you, Emmett-"

"Besides Emmett and me." He interrupted rolling his eyes.

"Ur... oh yeah, there's Lucifer, Angus, Marty, Holden, and um… Jesus?"

Jasper just stared at me in disbelief. "Loser." He muttered before walking out of the room.

"I heard that!" I shouted at him.

"Good!" he shouted right back at me.

"Dick…" I shook my head.

"Edward Anthony!" my mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Sorry, mom…"

Five Hours Later

"Gotcha!" Emmett bellowed as he shot down my guy in Call of Duty.

"Dammit!" I leaned back into the couch out of the typical leaning forward, elbows on the knees, holding the controller pose. "C'mon man, you know that wasn't fair!"

"All's fair in love and war my friend." He said with a grin.

"Yeah, of course, because this is totally a real war…" I said pointing to the TV.

"It was in 1700s!" he snapped back.

"Emmett… we wouldn't have these machine guns if this was in the 1700s, this is World War I bro…" I said before I clicked start to restart the game.

I leaned back into position and started going through the streets of Germany in the game, shooting down as many guys as I could.

"Oh, right… wait… if this is World War I, do we get to shoot Thomas Jefferson?" he asked as he shot down some of my members.

I paused the game immediately after he said that. "What?" I turned my whole body towards him.

"Well, if I'm the Germans… don't we shoot the president, Thomas Jefferson?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I exclaimed. "No president got assassinated during World War I." I explained. (A/N: I don't know if that's a true fact or not, forgive me if it's not true haha.)

"Then who's the dude who got shot in the big chair?" he asked in a smart alleck way trying to make me look dumb.

"The guy in the big chair was Abraham Lincoln not Thomas Jefferson and he wasn't assassinated by the Germans, he was assassinated by some actor freak." I told him.

He opened his mouth to contradict but my mom came in and interrupted his thought.

"Boys! I have excellent news!" she said.

"Yes mom?" I asked.

"I won't tell you until you sit up straight young man, this video gaming is giving you young men a very bad posture problem." She lectured; I sat up straight and rolled my eyes at her.

"Continue." I instructed.

"Bella" the name cut through me and my emotion went down, "Just got signed to a huge record deal in New York! Who knew the girl could sing?" she said with a huge smile.

"WHAT?" I jumped out of my seat.

"I know! She's going to be big, I just know it!" she said clapping her hands like a little child.

"Who told you this?" I demanded in a harsh tone.

"Charlie told me after he talked to her a few minutes ago why?" she was confused.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sat down.

"Bells is going to be famous?" Emmett asked happily.

"Depends how people like her music." My mom answered.

"DAD! WE'RE RELATED TO A FAMOUS PERSON ALRIGHT!" Emmett bellowed as he dropped his controller and ran up the stairs like a madman.

My mom laughed at him and followed him up the stairs, oblivious to my position.

I was still sitting in my position. Thoughts were running through my head like crazy. Are we ever going to see Bella again if she becomes famous? I hope I'll be able to see her in person again.

Correction: I need to be able to see her in person again.