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"Hey, Dad," I said calmly.

"Don't you 'hey dad' me little Missy. Why did your school call and ask me where you were today?" he asked angrily.

"Probably because I skipped school," I shrugged.

"And what would give you the idea that that is okay?" he asked.

"Um... how about the fact that I don't care," I said.

"What is going on with you? You used to love school," Charlie asked, disappointment clear in his voice.

"You want to know what happened? Like you really want to know? Fine, my mother died, that's what happened. She died four months ago today and I still wake up each morning expecting to see her when I go down stairs for breakfast. I still think it's all a bad dream. I still don't believe she is dead!" I yelled.

Edward pulled me into a tight hug as though to protect me. "Charlie, with all due respect, I don't think today is the day to take this up," he said.

"Edward, don't you dare get involved in their conversation. We still have a bone to pick with you," Esme said.

"Then what are you waiting for? Go on yell at me for skipping school. Tell me how I am an awful kid and if my parents weren't dead you would send me back," he said.

"Edward you are not a awful kid. We are just disappointed that you wouldn't think before doing something as stupid as skipping class. We thought you were really starting to mature, then, you do this?" Esme said.

"Well I guess not. I guess I haven't matured. I am the same stupid kid that got drunk at that party and got his parents killed. Yep that's me, thanks for reminding me that I don't think first," he said clearly offended.

"That's not what we meant. Don't speak to your mother that way," Carlisle said.

"She isn't my mother. Did you miss what I just said! I got my mother killed! And why? Because I am stupid and don't think before I act. I know what is wrong with me, I don't need it to be pointed out. I know I am a screw up so can we just drop it?" Edward asked.

"She, is your mother, all things considered and you will treat her with some respect!" Carlisle yelled.

"Carlisle, it's fine. He is angry don't you see. He feels guilty for his parents' death," Esme said quietly.

"Still is no excuse," Carlisle mumbled.

"Still here," Edward waved.

"I think we should all go home and talk privately," Charlie suggested.

"Cha... I mean dad, he knows more about what I am feeling than you do. So don't pull the we need privacy crap," I said.

"Then why don't you enlighten us and tell us what you are feeling?" Charlie asked.

"You want to know what I am feeling? I feel like crap. I feel like I can't count on any adult in my life, and you want to know why? Because you aren't acting like my dad. You are trying to be both the mother and the father, and in return I lost who you really are too. I don't know you anymore. I mean when Edward told you he kissed me the old dad would have thrown him out of the house, but instead you laughed? Who are you?" I finally let it all out.

"Who can you think that? I am your father and I am only doing what is best for you," he said bluntly.

"No you are doing what is best for you!" I yelled, "Dad don't you get it? I don't want to run away from the fact that mom is dead. I want to except it then move on, but running away," I looked at Edward, "all it does is make you forget about the good times."

"Bella, she is dead. Why would you want to think about all those things that would cause you pain?" Charlie asked.

"You don't get it," Edward answered for me.

"Young man stay out of their conversation," Esme scolded.

"No, he will never get it and he needs to know that. Just like the two of you will never understand what it's like to lose you parents when life is all ready hard enough," he yelled. Then he began to run, he ran full speed in no general direction.

Carlisle began to run after him. "No, give him his time," Esme said.

"And what if he doesn't come back?" Carlisle asked.

"I'll go find him," I said, and with that I began to run in the direction I saw him last. I ran faster than I ever had, even faster than the day we raced. I just wanted to find him and make sure he was alright.

I began to think, where would I go if I were him? I figured out that I would go to the cemetery and see my mom. But his parents where buried in Alaska, that meant he was in one place. He would probably take a train there, so that is where I went, the train station.

Sure enough I found him sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. I went over to him and wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug. He looked up and gave me a fake smile. "Hey," he said.

"Hey yourself. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just wanted to go home, and then I remembered that no one would be there when I got home. So, I just kind of sat down," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

"Don't be," he said yet again.

"I know you don't want me to be, but when I see you like this, hurting and about to cry, I feel awful. I don't really know how much you miss them. I only lost my mom, I can imagine losing my dad too. So I am sorry. I'm sorry that you are hurt, I'm sorry I don't know how to make you feel better, and I'm sorry I got us caught ditching school," I said the last part as a joke.

He started to laugh, "I think we both contributed to getting caught, I mean, in a town this small what were the chances of us getting away with it? Especially being the children of Dr. Cullen and Chief Swan."

"I would say zero," I laughed.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked.

"Sure," I said as I grabbed his hand in mine. "Where do you want to go?"

He thought for a moment, "Do you want to introduce me to your mom?"

"I think that is an excellent idea," I told him.

We walked in silence. When we got to where my mom was buried I sat down and Edward sat next to me. "Hey mom," I said looking in no real direction. I knew my mother wasn't in hell so it felt wrong to look down. But at the same time I didn't want to look up at the sky and have a conversation with a cloud. "I brought someone to see you, this is Edward, I've told you a lot about him before."

"Hello, Mrs. Swan," Edward said.

I looked at him, "This is weird."

"Yeah, but before I moved here I did the same thing. I just never brought someone with me. They probably would have thought I was crazy. I don't think you are crazy no worries," he said then gave me a gentle kiss.

"What did you parents do for a liveing?" I asked randomly.

"My mother volunteered a lot. My dad was a doctor like Carlisle," he said."Is that her?" he asked when he pulled away, pointing to a picture beside the tomb stone.

"Yeah."

"Bella, she was beautiful. Almost as pretty as you," he said. I gave him a playful nudge. "Hey I said almost," he defended.

"I wish you could have met her. She was so funny and smart. I know she would have loved you for the simple reason that I love you. You would have loved her too. She was so nice and caring. But know you will never meet her," I said sadly.

"I know what you mean. Most people think it is awful to have the love of you life meet you're parents, all the anxiety," he sighed. "But I would give anything for you to meet them. I know they would have liked you but still, you will never have a conversation with them. They will never be able to tell you they like you. People take it for granted, sometimes people don't let their girlfriends or boyfriends meet their parents until their wedding,"he ranted.

We sat in silence. I thought a lot about what he had just said. People have so many opportunities in their lives and they don't even know it. What one person hates another would be glad to have the chance to do. This made me think of the son 'Hope You Dance' and I started humming it.

"Why are you humming?" Edward asked.

"I was just thinking how people have so many choices and they seem to chose to sit around and do nothing instead of live," I said.

"Oh, what song?" he said,

"'Hope You Dance', don't you know it?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Sing it for me , please?" he asked like a three year old.

I nodded and started to sing. ""I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance."

"Most people won't dance unless they wanted to," Edward finally said.

"I know, that's why what you said made me think of it," I explain.

"You sing beautifully, by the way," he said.

I felt my face turn red, "Thanks," I said.

"You do," I heard some one say. I turned around to see Charlie. "You always have," he said.

"Dad, I'm sorry I skipped school. I just couldn't be there," I explained.

"I get it. It's alright," he said. "But, you are still grounded," he said.

"I can't say I didn't see that coming," I sighed.

"I think we all need to go home," Esme said. I hadn't even noticed that she was there. We all agreed. The adults went in their cars and Edward and I decided to walk.

We walking in silence just enjoying eachothers company because while we were grounded we wouldn't be able to.

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