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Chapter 10

It's been weeks since I last saw Paul. The notes had stopped, but I couldn't stop cutting, people still talked—it was no different since he owned up to being the offender, no better, no worse.

Paul still hasn't tried to seek me out after his declaration either, and I was glad, I guess I know where I stand now. Basically, we will ignore each other, or I will ignore him anyway—I couldn't forgive him, not after what he did.

My cousin's were visiting this week and I was so excited. I mean, I hadn't seen them since I was about 10 and when we did see each other, everything we did I remember as being really fun. Amy was always extremely bubbly and carefree and Mason was forever the protective brother figure for us when we played together. Just then, I hear a sharp knock at the door and a girlish giggle...huh, speak of the devils.

As soon as I opened the door I was pulled into the biggest hug.

"Bella!"

Amy was squealing and I couldn't help but join in, what can I say, her squeals were contagious. She grabbed my hands and started jumping up and down, but soon we let go of each other, we were both panting, all that squealing and jumping had me with out in minutes.

"Don't I get a hug too?"

I answered Mason by wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face into his chest, I was always closer to him when we were children, they were 2 years older than me though, and they were twins.

"I need to talk to you later."

Mason whispered his in my ear, oh no, had he seen through my eternally cheery facade already?

"Ok, later."

I pulled away and looked at him, wow, he really had changed. His once chubby baby face had disappeared, leaving a handsome, chiseled young man. His hair was only a little darker—a dark blonde, but his eyes were lighter, instead of the navy blue they once were, they were a cute baby blue colour.

"Come in", I said as I started walking back into the house.

"Do you want to get settled in?"

"Yes, could you show us our rooms?" Amy answered.

"Of course."

I took hold of one of Amy's bags then started up the stairs. When we got to the landing, I turned to the second door on the left.

"Mason, this is your room."

"Thanks Bella, I'll just go and unpack now".

"Sure".

I shot him a small smile as he opened the door, then I pointed to the door to the right of Mason's.

"Amy, this is yours".

When she gazed in my direction, I realized that her appearance actually hadn't changed much, the total opposite of Mason's. Her hair was the same light blonde, her eyes the same dark brown, and her face shape still just as round. Don't get me wrong, she was pretty, gorgeous even, but just the same.

"Bella, you look...different." Her eyes were confused.

"Different?"

"Yes, different. Skinnier, you look much skinnier, and pale, extremely pale."

I didn't let my face or body language show any sort of expression or response to her words as I didn't want her to know how much her words had affected me, of course I didn't, I didn't want her to start suspecting me of something.

"Bella, are you alright?" This time her voice was hesitant and worried.

"Of course, don't worry about it".

After that I left them both to it and began to make some breakfast for us, eggs, bacon, and hash browns, (to prove I'm not anorexic).

A few minutes later I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs and I turned to see Mason coming to stand in the doorway.

"You done already?" I asked him, it'd only been around 15 minutes.

"I didn't bring much stuff, but Amy on the other hand..." He let his sentence trail off, but we both knew what he was saying, Amy could go extremely overboard when she wanted to.

Suddenly the bell ringer, signalling that breakfast was ready, it startled us both.

Amy came downstairs just as me and Mason were finishing cleaning up our dishes.

"Oh food, what're we having?"

With that, she sat down at the table like she was expecting someone to place a plate of food in front of her. When nobody moved, she sighed.

"No, okay I'm not that hungry anyway." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and stood up again, grabbing my hands in the process.

"Bella, please could you show me around, preferably the beach?" At my disgruntled expression she stuck out her bottom lip and did her best puppy eyes.

"Pretty please?"

She sounded so hopeful, could I say no to that.

"Okay, to the the beach."

"Yay!"

She threw her hands in the air and I'd a victory dance in elation. Even I couldn't help the smile that graced my lips.