Okay, I'm sorry. I know it's been about two weeks since my last update- my bad! If it helps, I had to suffer in the dentist's office on monday. Not even kidding. The nurse had some sort of let's-torture-Charlie-by-yelling-at-her-for-not-wearing-her-rubberbands plot going. Now I wont get these dumb braces off until September! Ugh. Sorry- got a little off subject there ^_^ Thank you all so much for your reviews- I'm glad I can keep you on your toes! If I actually don't, just humor me.

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Edward's reaction to what I'd just said was…well, not exactly what I was used to. His eyes never left mine as they widened to the size of dinner plates. He said nothing for a while, just stared at me. Maybe I shouldn't have told him…

"Y-you wanted to…die?"

Each word felt like a slap in the face, sending my eyes to the floor in shame. I could only nod. I cursed myself mentally for bringing up this subject, unaware that Edward had spoken again. It was only after I'd looked up to find him gazing at me expectantly that I realized he'd asked a question.

"What?" I asked, covering the ugly skin of my neck with my hand again. I could feel each individual ridge from the stitches I'd gotten.

"Why?" Edward murmured for the second time. I was taken aback by his question- no one had dared ask it before.

"I, um…" my voice was failing me. I sighed. "Are you sure you want to know?"

Edward nodded. Come on, words. Work with me.

I swallowed hard, my whole body feeling weaker. "I…I guess it all started when my parents got a divorce." Wait, did Edward know what divorce meant? Well, I might as well explain that, too. "Um, a divorce is when two people decide to split up because they don't love each other anymore."

I stopped for a breath, surprised that I'd been able to tell him this much. Granted, I was looking at the floor the entire time, but it was a start.

"My parents were always fighting and yelling at each other, sometimes over me." I continued, picking at an old scab on my palm. "One day, my dad left, saying that he couldn't take it anymore." My voice cracked on the last word, and I knew I had to leave before I broke down. I got up, keeping my eyes low.

"Excuse me." I managed, running out of the room. I raced down the steps, tears flowing freely from my eyes. I smacked them away, pushing through the front door and heading to my destination. I collapsed in front of the hand bush that I'd come to love, allowing myself to cry quietly. Rain beat down on my shoulders as I sat with my arms around my knees. Droplets of water covered my glasses, erasing my vision. I didn't care. I just sat there and sobbed, much like a toddler.

I didn't hear the soft crunch of footsteps as I sat there, letting myself get soaked.

It was only when I unburied my head from my knees that I realized Edward was sitting beside me, watching me cry. I felt embarrassed- he shouldn't have to watch this.

"Sorry." I sniffed, putting my head back down.

"You shouldn't be." I heard his voice, nearly imperceptible against the hammering rain. I waited before lifting my head to look at him again. At first, I couldn't see anything because of the rain on my glasses. I took them off, wiping off the water as best as I could. The sight that met my eyes when I put my glasses back on was unexpected. Edward's normally unruly locks were drenched, hanging limply at his shoulders. Water trickled down his face, looking remarkably similar to tears. I wondered if he was crying, too. His eyes roamed my face, filled with sorrow and concern. It was…comforting.

A grateful smile crossed my features briefly. He had seen my scar, listened to my story, and watched me cry- all without passing the slightest judgment. It felt good, having someone to be able to talk to like this. Most people would've changed the subject before I could get two words out, but not Edward. He wanted to know.

I returned from my thoughts, meeting his eyes once more. He seemed just as worried as before.

"Thanks." I mumbled, gazing out at the yard before us. Everything was darker, dampened with rain.

"You're welcome." Edward responded from beside me. We weren't but a few inches from each other. I didn't mind.

Suddenly, an idea found it's way into my brain. I glanced over at Edward, who was studying a sculpture off to my left. His arms were resting on his knees, much like the first day I drew him. Very slowly, I leaned over, gently resting my head on one of them. Edward flinched, but made no move to pull away. I closed my eyes, completely at ease. However, I wasn't so sure about Edward.

"Do you want me to move?" I asked him quietly.

"No." came his muffled reply. I smiled inwardly, listening to the gentle rain. Thunder rumbled every now and then, but I wasn't bothered by it.

A few minutes later, I felt a strange weight on my head. I opened my eyes, seeing Edward's hair, dripping wet, shading my face. Closing my eyes again, I suppressed a laugh. We were both soaked!

I don't know how long we sat there, but by the time one of us spoke, it had stopped raining.

"Lucy?" Edward practically whispered. I never took my eyes off the glistening blades of grass before us.

"Hmm?"

"Are we…friends?" he asked hesitantly. I smiled.

"Yeah, we're friends."

When I returned home, Sarah was waiting in the driveway. She took in my drenched hair and clothes, shaking her head.

"Do I even need to ask?"

I chuckled. "Probably not."

I watched as her gaze traveled downward, stopping at my neck. Her eyes widened.

"Where's your-"

"I forgot it at home." I shrugged. Sarah's expression of shock quickly morphed into one of worry.

"Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded, smiling faintly.

"Yeah, I think I am."

She smiled, pulling me into a hug. "Good."

I pulled back, wheeling my bike into the garage. Once I was sure that it wouldn't fall over, I turned to Sarah.

"Come on," I said, gesturing towards the door. "Wanna play spoons?"

Sarah laughed, following me inside.

So, am I forgiven for the late update? Oh, have I made a rhyme?

I just watched Edward Scissorhands again the other day, and it really made me mad. The way everyone treated him- it was really sad. I was crying (as always) at the end. Thankfully, I could continue the story with my own, so I wasn't as sad as usual. Sorry, am I boring you? Oops. Anyway, would you please review? Thanks for reading, once again!