All right guys...there's a rather large surprise at the end of this chapt-DON'T LOOK-er. Also, if any of you are Maximum Ride fans as well as Twilight, check out my BRAND NEW STORY called Missing. Also I want nice, long reviews.

And EdwardAddict recently tried something, she had a contest on whoever had the best flame got to basically make up a story plot and she would write it. I think that's a pretty good idea, so I hope it's okay for me to use it. I want FLAMES people. I want to feel the HEAT!! I want to know what you think of this story...I want to know what you think of my writing...I WANT FLAMES!! Okay? I don't want those little ones that just say "this sucks," I want long, descriptive ones. Why do you hate my story? What do you hate about my writing? My plot? My humor? What is it that sucks about me??

Bella's POV

Edward was telling the truth.

Edward was telling the truth.

Edward was telling the truth.

Oh. My. God. I am such a terrible person! I can't believe I didn't believe him when he told me that it wasn't his fault. I can't believe I didn't trust him over Tanya. Er…bad choice of words.

"Um…Hello? I'm still here you freaking bi--!" I heard Tanya yell at Edward and I who were standing comfortably in each other's arms.

"Well, then leave," Edward replied without turning towards her.

"Fine! I will! I hate you Belinda!" Edward was right in front of her holding her wrists against the door.

"Her. Name. Is. Bella." He snarled at her.

"Cullen…Bella Cullen," I added quickly, I saw the biggest smile pop up on his face. He took his hand off of her right wrist and reached for his cell phone in his pocket. I held Tanya against the door with my controlling power and he let go with his other hand while dialing after he realized she wasn't going to be moving anytime soon with my controlling her.

"Hey Emmett? Yeah can you do me a favor?" He said once Emmett picked up his phone.

"Thanks, okay one sec." He turned to me, said he'd be right back and walking into the room Anthony had been sleeping in. I decided to use the time to torment a certain vampire with the most obnoxious voice and conceited personality.

"So Tanya…How are things with you and Edward?" I asked her while slamming her down on the ground.

She grumbled.

"What was that? Not so good? Oh well I'm sorry to hear that," I replied sarcastically and pushed her into a wall.

"I can't believe he loves you. There's nothing special about you! You have the most plainest brown hair I've ever seen and your pores are disgusting. You look like one of my friend's kid's Barbie dolls. She cut her hair terribly, and it looks just like yours. And--" I cut her off by slamming her repetitively into the table in the mini-kitchen.

"At least I don't look like I was just pole dancing at some club in Vegas."

Then Edward walked into the room and laughed when he saw me pushing her into the table.

"I'm not sorry to say we're never going to see you again Tanya."

"And…why…is…that?" She asked between shoves.

"Well see, Emmett just signed you up for the military."

"But I'm not 18! Ha, you're stupid plan didn't work."

"You are now."

"I can just kill the military…"

"And then you will be the Volturi's problem, not mine."

Tanya screamed and I made my power control it into a soft whimper.

"Come on, Tanya, we have to go now. Your plane leaves in three hours."

"What am I supposed to do for three hours?" She asked sweetly, because I was using my power to control her emotions. Instead of feeling anger, she was feeling happiness.

"Read a magazine," I replied, making her mind believe that she needed to get into a cab, go to Juneau Airport, and confirm her application to the army.

Finally, Edward and I were alone. We ran, human speed, up the steps to my hotel room.

"Come in, Bella Cullen. I believe we may have let the time get away from us. Do you know what today is?" He asked formally, while opening the door.

"Why, dear, dear husband, I do believe that it's the anniversary of us proclaiming our love for each other," I replied with the same formal tone. I walked inside, turned around, and grabbed his hands, pulling him towards me as I walked backwards. He shut the door with his foot and pushed the lock with the tip of his shoe.

We walked into the bedroom…

And let me tell you, it was a good thing Anthony was at a friend's house.

Adria's POV

They wanted to know, so I showed them, and I told them. I told Ted and Anthony the entire story of my miserable life. I let sobs be ripped from my chest.

"Remember, you promised you wouldn't tell anyone," they nodded gently, eyes still as wide as dinner plates. "Are your parents home, Ted?"

"No, they always go out when I have Anthony over for a movie night."

"Do they know I'm here?" I asked.

"Yep, they were cool with it," he replied.

"Okay…just making sure." Really, it was because I didn't want anyone else to hear me crying, because then there would be questions about why I was crying, and I couldn't answer them.

"Look…Adria…" Anthony started. "I—We really do care about you. I—We" he corrected again, "don't think you should go back home to your father."

"Ha! I've been trying to 'not go home to my father' but it never really works. There's this law about me being a minor and him being my legal and biological guardian and/or parent," I said with a sweetly sarcastic voice.

"But there's also this law about child abuse – it's against it," he replied.

"Look, Anthony, my dad is a very important businessman, no one would believe my word over his. I promise you that."

"Adria, you can't go back home to someone like that!" Anthony yelled at me, standing up. I stood up to face him

"Where else am I supposed to go?" I yelled right back.

His face suddenly turned horrified, I'm not sure if it was because he had just come to the realization that I couldn't go anywhere else, or if it was because I had just yelled at him.

"You can stay with my mom and I," He suggested. That was actually a considerable idea. A mom. I've never actually met a real mother – not my own, I've never had any friends before this. Although, I remember having a pregnant babysitter when I was six. She was seventeen.

"Um…" I replied dumbly.

"Adria, I know my mom will be okay with it, and your own house isn't safe," he answered my silence.

"Uh…yeah, okay," I agreed.

The End.

Let the flames begin! lol that's a song by paramore...

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Abi