A/N – First, I am again going to have to thank everyone for taking their time and reviewing my story. It really makes me smile every time I see a new one in my mail box. The same holds true for every person that adds my story to their alerts or favorites list. I know I don't reply to you, but I hope you know that I am very excited to have you read this!

I'm sorry this is so late, I had planned to have it out by Tuesday, but just could not get it to read right. I'm still not satisfied, but you all deserve it and I cannot make it any better right now, so here it is.

Disclaimer – SM owns everything Twilight but she is kind enough to let us play!

Bella's POV

I can't believe how easy it has been to live with my family. It was less than a week ago that I learned that these people who had been kind enough to take me in were not human. They were vampires, but each of them represented humanity better than most of the people I had known in school and at work. It amazed me more and more everyday just how different they were, but also how hard they tried to be 'normal'.

Take for instance the past three days.

Emmett had talked Carlisle and Esme into taking me to set construction on Saturday. I wasn't going to be on stage, thank goodness, but was setting up the sequences on the light board up in the tech booth instead.

There is nothing more boring than programming fades and changing intensity of each individual light for the different aspects of a play. But, I was in my element here. Chris checked up on me occasionally, which was fine by me. It would have been better if he would stop apologizing for last week. It's not his fault I'm an accident waiting to happen and I volunteered to hang up the damned lights. He just would not listen to me.

I did welcome the breaks none the less since we were not putting on a play but a musical which is even more tedious when it comes to lighting. And sound too, surprising, right? That would be my project for next weekend.

But even being in my element was not what made it a great day. It was watching Emmett while he was helping on stage.

He was everywhere: helping a kid lift something here, adding his strength to put something else together, aligning and measuring pieces that were still being built so they fit perfectly, setting out the marks on stage for the actors and stage techs and fixing any moving parts that had decided they were too old to want to work. It was amazing. I felt a bit of pride that my big brother was doing as much as he could to help and was having fun doing it. I also felt pretty awesome since I was the one that had more or less introduced him to the theater world.

Into the Woods was the show we were teching, as I finally bothered to find out. The only reason I even found out was because the actors would not stop singing their lines and the main theme song is repeated about six too many times. I get the feeling that years from now I will still hear the tune if those three words are used in sequences.

I was not the only one that was annoyed by the slow torture that I was being subjected to. During the lunch break, Emmett began his complaining too.

"If they don't stop with that song, I am going to be hurting a certain Baker or Red Riding Hood."

"I know exactly what you mean!" I laughed, "I'm going to be hearing the song years from now and I don't even have perfect vampire memory."

"Since when did you become an expert on vamps?" He teased me.

"Just something I picked up on somewhere." I was rewarded with his big booming laugh reverberating through the tech booth. Some of the kids on stage looked up to see what was going on, but after a moment decided that he wasn't doing anything worthy of their attention.

Emmett was sitting next to going through the CDs that we were going to use through the show for different sound effects and I saw the soundtrack for Into the Woods on the table in front of him. I suddenly had an idea of what to do with our Baker problem.

"Emmett, what say you to a bit of fun?" His eyes lit up and he turned his full attention to me. "You see, I think the Baker needs to have his time in the spot light…" I quickly explained the rest of my plan to him.

"Bella, that is brilliant!" He was rubbing his hands together and already moving around the booth to get everything set up for our little prank. I programmed a few extra sequencesinto the light board that I would have to remember to erase later.

Now we just had to wait for our Baker to make his entrance. We didn't have to wait long.

"Into the woods, it's time to go, it may be all in vain I know. Into the woods, but even so, I have to take the journey…" By this time some of the others joined in, but we had already chosen our target.

Emmett had the CD running, but the cool thing about our system was that we could speed it up or slow it down. We had it playing at a low volume but I was going to be increasing it soon. Emmett ran out to a spot light, gave me a thumbs up and I killed all the lights. Not just the one's in the house looking down at the stage, but every light in the auditorium including the backstage lights. There is nothing spookier than being on stage knowing that there are no lights on.

I pulled my chair to the sound board and slowly increased the volume of the CD. Rather than the happy, upbeat version that we had come to know too well, this was the demented version that felt like a demon or two decided to pick up singing. Emmett took that as his cue to flip on the spotlight, and was pointing it directly at the poor kid that played the part of the Baker. He looked like he was about to pee in his pants.

I turned the sound up on the mic that Emmett had taken out with him and tapped three times on the table to let him know that he was on.

"Alex," was that his name? Good to know. "Why aren't you singing anymore Alex?" Emmett asked him. "This is your song, and you're in the spotlight. What's wrong Alex?" The look of terror on Alex's face was hilarious.

We watched his mouth open and close several times before he collapsed. I took that as my cue to turn the lights back on, but it was hard. I was shaking too much from my laughter and I missed the button twice before I found it. The lights came back up and the looks on every person's face was worth any bit of trouble we were about to get in.

Emmett turned off the CD and put in the Fray, something nice and calming. His laugh was echoing through the entire auditorium. I gave him a high five and watched as the rest of the cast and crew came back to their senses.

That cemented my relationship with my big brother Emmett.

Sunday was a day spent with Alice and Edward. Mainly Alice since Edward only came to push my wheel chair and to carry the shopping bags. What bribe she used to convince him to come was beyond me.

I did not mind too much since it seemed like Edward had really been putting a lot of effort into getting to know me. He had been helping me with my homework every night, showed me his music and book collections, both of which were amazing. What I really enjoyed was when he played his piano for me. He is absolutely amazing. I hoped that I would be able to talk him into playing for me again later tonight.

My bribe was my favorite breakfast, pancakes, orange juice and chocolate ice cream, topped off with a stop at a book store before we left Seattle.

Edward drove us in his shiny silver Volvo, but I could not watch the scenery as we zoomed by. Edward drives like a maniac! I was sick to my stomach most of the way there, and could not have been happier to have reached our destination, where ever that was.

From the moment we parked until Edward convinced her it was time to go Alice was no longer my sweet and hyper but somewhat distractible best friend. Oh no, Alice switched to shopping mode which I discovered is nearly as scary as Edward's driving.

The first store they wheeled me into was huge! I had always avoided the clothing stores in malls as I never saw the point in paying that much for t-shirts and jeans I could get from somewhere else for much less. Apparently Alice did not follow my shopping philosophy.

The associates seemed to know her and three came to help us immediately. Alice told them something or other and two followed Alice while the other showed Edward and me to a dressing room. It wasn't so much a dressing room as it was one large room with about a quarter of it partitioned off. The larger part of the room had a couch and chairs and several mirrors and clothing hooks all around it.

I was over-whelmed before Alice came back with her two assistants, all three of them carrying an armload of clothing. Alice shooed Edward away from me and pushed me into the partitioned room where she assisted me with getting in and out of the shirts and skirts and jackets and vests and socks and tights and whatever else she found.

The first twenty or so outfits I tried to help Alice as much as I could. I did not like being treated like a Barbie doll, but Alice would have none of it. I finally gave up and just did what she told me or let her do whatever she was going to. After an hour, she let me take a break and she went out to find this or that in different colors. Ugh, more stuff to try on.

"How are you holding up?" Edward asked after Alice had dropped me on the couch next to him. I would have sworn he was trying to hold back a smile.

I huffed. "How do you think I'm holding up? She's crazy."

"Alice can get a little short sighted when she starts shopping." Edward smiled, but was looking down at his hands. "But don't worry, if she gets too bad, I'll break you out of here and we'll find your bookstore."

He looked at me then. I looked into his eyes and was pulled in deeper by the liquid topaz. His eyes were absolutely amazing. I had never experienced the feeling of being lost in someone's eyes before, but if it was anything like what I was feeling right then, I never wanted to be found. Even being as lost within his eyes as I was, I was still hyper aware of him and how close we were sitting. There was less than two inches of space between us and I had the strangest urge to close that gap so there was nothing between us. Wait, what is going on here? What am I feeling, and why? The logical part of my mind was screaming at me to stop, that I didn't know what was going on or how to stop whatever I was doing.

With a huge effort, I pulled my eyes from his and looked down at my hands in my lap. I could feel my cheeks getting warm and I was positive that my face could not have been any more red.

Edward's soft laugh drifted to me and I looked up at him with the intention to glare, but all the force was drained from the glare by his crooked smile. I smiled back at him, but I was still embarrassed and could not manage a full smile. I knew I had to say something before I turned into just another one of the girls that followed Edward around. What had he been talking about? Oh yes, the book store.

"Um, I would like that. But why wait, can't we go now?" I asked him after far too long.

"Because if we leave now that would just mean another day of shopping. It's better to just get it over with." He pointed out.

"Fine." I pouted. There was a not so small part of my brain that was quite upset with Alice right now. I hated shopping, and she had plans to drag this out for hours.

That was when she came back with another arm full of clothes and back in the changing room I went.

Three hours later I convinced her that I needed food. It helped that my stomach was growling loud enough for a little kid to start laughing at me.

Another two hours after that I began to feel like I was dreaming, because there is no way that one person needed that much clothing or shoes or accessories. If I was dreaming, then this was the oddest nightmare I had ever had.

I did finally convince her that I was tired and now I deserved my bribe, a bookstore. She really was not interested in going, but Edward was more than willing to take me.

There was a really cool one just a few blocks down from the mall. It was called The Tattered Cover (A/N – this is actually a locally owned chain in Denver, but I'm transporting it to Seattle for the purposes of this story and nostalgia.) and the coolest thing about it was that they had converted a theater for the store. Science and business and cookbooks were on the stage. The wings were psychology/philosophy, and crafts and metaphysics. The pit was full of calendars, satirical books and writer's/artists guides. The house portion was where they kept non-fiction, general fiction, science fiction and self-help. The basement was where they had the children's section, travel and the books that would not fit somewhere else.

It did not take long for me to find that I could get lost there for days and never for a moment want to find my way out. I think Edward was amused by how entranced I was with this place. It took two hours for him to finally wheel me out, but I had a huge smile plastered on face and it would not go away.

I had found three hard copy books that I had been looking for to replace my paperbacks that were falling apart, as well as several different printed versions of Romeo and Juliet, A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Macbeth. I had always been fascinated by the differences that could be found in Shakespeare's works depending on the publisher.

All in all, it was a pretty good way to spend the day if I was going to have to be tortured by way of shopping.

And today, Monday, Alice proposed a family movie night. The last family thing we had all done together was the family meeting last week where they had told me what they were. It was time to have a fun family get together.

The furniture had been re-arranged, but I still got the couch since I still needed to keep my leg elevated. Edward sat on it with me, which made me nervous and excited all at the same time. I didn't understand it so I chose to ignore it instead. All the other couples spread themselves out on the floor, either laying on their stomachs or leaning back against the couch or a chair.

"So what movie are we watching?" I asked while everyone was getting settled.

"50 First Dates." Alice said lightly as she danced into the room with a bowl of popcorn for me. The guys groaned and Rosalie and Esme giggled.

"Thank you Alice." I said, but I was trying to hide the fact that I had never seen the movie before. I think it had Adam Sandler in it, so it had to be funny, right?

"Why do we have to watch a chick flick?" Emmett complained. I'm pretty sure he was saying what every other male in the room was thinking.

"Because Bella's never seen it and you got to pick the last three movies in a row." Alice countered. Rosalie didn't bother with words, she just smacked him upside the head. I giggled. It was always funny to see this gorgeous super model beat up someone as big as Emmett.

"You're a girl and you've never seen this movie?" Emmett looked at me confused.

I blushed, "I guess so. I don't watch TV or movies all that often." I tried to sink lower in the couch. I didn't need Edward's gift to see new remarks and come backs forming in Emmett's head. Even Jasper was looking thoughtful.

"Well I think it's a lovely choice." Esme stated with a look around the room saying there were to be no arguments. Sometimes being the mom had its advantages.

Alice hit play and the opening credits began to roll. It did not take long before everyone was laughing at Adam Sandler's version of flirting or of the hilarious situations he managed to get into. I mean, how can you court a person that forgets who you are every day? It was an impossible relationship whose love had to be closer to soul mates than what I saw between just about every other couple I had observed.

Or the first person had to be incredibly persistent.

We weren't very far along in the movie when I started to notice that Edward was shifting around in his seat. I didn't pay any attention to it at first, but then it seemed like he was moving closer and closer to me.

I couldn't help but think it was pretty pathetic. Just because we were surrounded by couples did not mean that we had to act like one too. He had a hard enough time being around me anyway, why would he want to get closer?

I was actually starting to get annoyed with him. His fidgeting was distracting me from the movie and I really was enjoying it. What was his problem?

I turned my shoulder away from him and tried to focus on the movie again, but there he was moving even closer. Since when did vampires fidget anyway? I knew they could sit for hours at a time without moving a muscle.

I had made a bet with Emmett last week that I could sit still longer than he could. He won after an hour but had stayed still for even longer just to prove his point. He had truly looked like a statue then.

I knew Edward had more patience than Emmett so what was going on? And why was I so irritated? Normally I did not mind if Edward was close. We had sat much closer when he was doing homework with me. Was it just because I saw everyone else cuddled up together watching the movie? I didn't think so, but maybe my leg was hurting more than I thought it was and it was irritating me.

He shifted again and I glanced at him quickly out of the corner of my eye. He looked confused, and maybe in pain, but there was also something else that I could not name in his eyes. I shifted away from him as much as I could and crossed my arms for good measure. Nothing said stay back as well as crossed arms with a good glare, which I made sure to shoot his way.

When I turned back to the movie, I wasn't so sure I wanted to watch something that was about a happy couple when I was so irritated by Edward.

Somehow he did not get the hint and moved closer again. This time I turned back to him and glared at him for much longer. I waited till he looked at me, surprise showing in his features before he quickly turned back to the TV.

I turned my attention back to the movie as well and he even managed to sit still for a few minutes. But it was only for a few minutes before he was back to his fidgeting. What in the world was going on? He knew I did not appreciate his advances so why was he still doing it? My irritation was getting dangerously close to the upset range.

It was about half way through the movie when he suddenly stood up, grabbed my now empty bowl of popcorn and went to the kitchen. I didn't know what he was doing, but suddenly all my irritation and tension just drained away. I really could not say why I was upset besides just being upset.

I was able to turn my full attention back to the movie, and joined back in the laughter and even the moments that just had me saying 'aw…'

Edward came back and silently handed me a new bowl of popcorn. I wasn't paying attention and grabbed his hand with one of mine while he passed it over and felt a jolt of electricity pass through me at his touch. I was so startled I dropped the bowl and was saved from picking up a mess by Edward's quick movements. Rather than pass it to me, he placed it on the couch next to me and moved over to the far side of the couch to sit.

For some odd reason, I was now disappointed that he was so far away. I couldn't understand the sudden change in my emotions. The only thing I could come up with was that watching the movie while the romance was really developing made me lonely. I had never had that problem before. I tried to shrug it off.

But apparently my mind had different intentions. I wanted him to be near me, I wanted to be able to reach over and hold his hand, or maybe even lean against his side while he wrapped his arm around me. That sounded awfully comfortable. Now it was my turn to fidget.

He just stared straight ahead at the screen. It looked like he was trying to ignore me, though why after he had spent so much effort trying to get closer I could not figure out. Everything about the entire evening was just so confusing!

I was starting to get really uncomfortable being away from him and would have stood up and dropped myself down on the couch next to him if I could. My leg was of course, still in its cast and I still had my no weight allowed instructions from Carlisle. All I could do was steal glances at him occasionally. And day dream about being in his arms and kissing his perfect lips.

I had never paid attention to just how handsome, no beautiful, he was. His chiseled features were perfectly arranged to make any woman's heart ache. A strand of his unusual bronze hair had fallen in front of his eye, and my urge to gently push it back and to run my fingers through his hair was nearly as strong as my desire to feel his lips upon mine. I wanted to feel his strong, piano player's hands on my skin which was starting to feel very warm.

My mind was so wrapped up in what I wanted to do, to feel, that I was not paying any attention to the movie what so ever. The only thing that jarred me from my reverie was everyone's laughter. Oh my god, was I really day dreaming about kissing Edward? What in the world was I thinking!

Even though no one had noticed my hungry looks towards Edward, it still made me blush. I couldn't believe how much I wanted my day dreams to be real.

Luckily for me the movie was nearly over and I would be able to claim that I was tired and go to bed to try to figure all this out. Even as I was thinking that, my mind drifted to being in Edward's arms as we lay in my bed. Bella! Snap out of it. I scolded myself.

I heard quiet laughter from in front of me, and saw Jasper glance back at me. Oh no, he could feel whatever I was feeling! I was blushing bright red and tried to hide my face in my hands. This was just so wrong! I had never thought about a man like that before, why would it have to be Edward, my new foster brother? What was wrong with me?

I was never happier than I was at that moment that Edward could not read my thoughts. I don't think I would ever be able to look him in the eyes if he knew. I would not be able to look him in the face for several days as it was, and I know he would notice something was up.

I heard that same laughter from in front of me and this time I glared at Jasper. Of course he could feel my mortification too. It was so annoying living with an empath sometimes.

I of course, was still hyper aware of Edward and noticed that he was giving Jasper a calculating look. What was he thinking now?

Wait, Jasper can do more than feel emotions, right? He can also manipulate them.

Was Jasper making me feel like this? On purpose?

And was he responsible for my irritation earlier?

I decided to voice my new found discovery after the movie since we were at the very end and I wanted to see how this would turn out.

As the closing credits began to roll, Alice sighed, "This has got to be one my favorite songs. Rosalie, at your next wedding, you are going to dance to this." She said it in such a way that we all knew that Rosalie would indeed be dancing to this song at her next wedding.

Rosalie smiled, "Yes, I think it would be perfect." I didn't know what the song was, but it was very pretty. I suppose if I ever thought about getting married I would like it to be my wedding song too. I wasn't too concerned about that though since I did not plan on getting married until years and years from now.

"So Bella, what did you think about the movie?" Emmett asked far too innocently.

"Oh, I think it was a nice feel good movie." I turned my attention from Emmett to Jasper, "Of course it would have been had someone not been playing with my emotions."

Before Jasper could even begin to defend himself, Edward jumped up, "I can't believe you! What happened to no in, er, interrupting family nights?" What had he been about to say there? I know it had nothing to do with movie nights.

"It was a little harmless fun. No harm done, right?" He said looking at both Edward and I. I was too flustered to answer him.

"You know what? I don't think I want to stay down here with someone that's going to play with my emotions. Can someone help me to bed, please?" I asked.

"Of course sweetie." Esme rushed over and pulled me up into her arms. I barely remembered to close my eyes before she ran up the stairs to my room. She helped me get changed into my pajamas and tucked me into bed. We chatted for a few about when the new furniture and paint for my room would come in before she said good night and turned out the light.

I lay in bed unable to sleep for a while before I realized that I could hear someone talking in the hallway.

"Edward, what were you talking about down there?" I recognized Alice's tinkling bell-like voice.

"Jasper had decided to play with Bella and me. I think he made her upset with me while I was feeling lust and then he flipped it around." Edward sounded irritated. Was that what lust felt like? I suppose that yes, yes it was.

Since I could only hear him, it occurred to me just how smooth and compelling his voice was. It reminded me of velvet, how it feels when you rub it, that was Edward's voice in my ears, soft and smooth even he was irritated.

"Thing was, I thought we had all agreed to no interference in the bet." I heard him mutter.

"I don't think he meant it like that, but more as a harmless prank." Alice tried to soothe him.

"Yes, but now I doubt Bella will even look at me, so much as spend any time with me. That's interfering." What was this bet they were speaking of? It must have had something to do with me and Edward, otherwise he would not be so upset. I decided that I deserved to know.

"Edward?" After a long pause I heard the door open and saw a line of light creep across my carpet. "What are you and Alice talking about?" I asked sweetly. Better to butter him up first.

"Oh, um, it was something from school the other day." He answered, but he was not as confident as he usually is when telling one of his lies.

"Really? Because I thought for some reason it had to do with what happened tonight between you and me. I really think I deserve to know why my emotions were getting played with, don't you?"

"She's got you there Edward." I heard Alice tell him.

"Great. I'm killing him tonight." Edward muttered. He opened the door wider and came into the room. Alice followed him, but I had the feeling there would be a few other vampires outside my room soon enough.

"Spill." I told him when he had moved to stand at the foot of my bed. I sat up so that I could keep an eye on the door and Edward.

"Well, you see, on Thursday at lunch Emmett and I got into a sort of argument." Edward started after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. "It was really stupid, but somehow, we came up with the idea of a bet. I agreed to it and that's about it." He was definitely trying to evade this and I was not having it.

"And the bet was about?"

"It was… I had a week to get a girl to agree to go on a date with me." He muttered so quickly I almost didn't catch it.

"There was more to it." I stated. There was no way he would be this hesitant if that was it.

"Well, you're the only woman whose thoughts I cannot read. Emmett wanted to keep me from cheating." Oh really? I was going to be talking with Emmett as well.

"I am pretty sure I know exactly where this went and how far, but I want to hear you say it Edward." My voice was harsher than I intended, but seeing him flinch in the light from the doorway made it worth it.

"I bet that I could 'woo' you in a week." Edward whispered. If there had been more light in the room, I'm pretty sure I would not have been able to see his eyes. As it was he turned away from me.

"Let me get this straight, you and Emmett made a bet about me last week and due to said bet Jasper played with our emotions tonight?" I was glaring daggers.

"Yes." He breathed.

"Emmett!" I yelled. He was very suddenly at the doorway. "You and Edward made a bet regarding me, am I correct?" I could barely see him nod in the low light.

I smiled wickedly, "I am going to speak with Esme in the morning, but Emmett, if I were you, I would not count on having my video games or movies for a while. And Edward, I think your car may stay here at the house for a while."

Both Edward and Emmett were spluttering too much to speak, but as soon as they were I knew I was going to have two upset vampires focusing on me. I was going to have to argue with them on this matter.

Esme saved me the trouble and was in the door way already. "I think that's fair Bella. Two weeks each. And Jasper, you're not going to be left out either, no video games or movies for you for one week. Does that cover it, Bella?" I nodded. "I think your father is going to want to speak with you both as well. Emmett, you first." Esme physically pulled him from my doorway.

Edward tried to escape my room, but I had different plans. "No Edward, I want to talk with you for a while longer." He turned around and went back to his spot at the foot of my bed.

"I expect things like this from Emmett, but not from you Edward. You don't get involved in Emmett's games. So why did you have to choose this one to get sucked into? Out of all the other schemes that Emmett plans, you have to get dragged into the one that involves me." I was really hurt by all of this and angry too. I could feel my eyes start to tear up like they did when I got angry or upset and I tried to blink them back.

"Bella… I didn't mean to hurt you." Edward said with his head down.

"Well, it looks like you did anyway. Was that the only reason why you spent any time with me this week? Why you sat with me and helped me with my school work or played your piano for me? Was that all to "woo" me, Edward?" The tears leaked out anyway and I just closed my eyes and looked down at my lap. I hate it when my body betrays me like that.

I felt the bed drop at my side as if someone had sat down on the edge. I looked up and I saw Edward's face, he looked like he was in pain.

"Bella, I'm so sorry. It was not my intention to hurt you."

"Well, whatever your intentions were, it happened." I was still upset and the tears were still flowing, but with him so close, I was having trouble keeping the flames of my anger lit. Even without Jasper's help, I still wanted him to touch me and comfort me.

"Bella… The first night, I did use that bet as an excuse to spend time with you." I sobbed at hearing those words. Of course, why would the man that looked like a Greek God and was so special and talented want to spend time with someone as plain and uninteresting as me? "But it was only an excuse Bella. I wanted to spend the time with you anyway. I wanted to hear you laugh and start to understand what goes on in that mind of yours. After that, I didn't really even think about that bet. I was spending time with you just to be with you. You're a very interesting person Bella, and I would like to spend more time with you to get to know you even better."

I couldn't find a way to believe him though. His excuse of wanting to get to know me, of me being a special person, just showed that he was trying to make me feel better, that he really did not mean what he was saying.

I shook my head in denial and sobbed louder. "I can't believe you Edward. It doesn't make any sense. I'm not that interesting, and I thought it was too hard for you to be around me. That I smell too appetizing." I managed through my tears.

"Yes, it's hard to be near you, but it's harder to be away from you, especially when you're hurting." He leaned forward and wiped some of my tears away. I felt that same electrical jolt, but didn't pay attention to it. Why did he have to keep lying to me and then make me feel even worse by pretending to care?

"It's okay Edward, you don't have to lie to me to try to make me feel better. If you feel guilty, just say so and go. I won't hold you up." I told him. More tears threatened to fall at the thought of him leaving. Why did he have this much control over me? It wasn't fair!

"I'm not trying to make you feel better because I feel guilty. I don't like seeing you in pain Bella. I really don't like seeing you in pain, especially when I'm the one that caused it." He paused, "What can I do to make this right?"

"I don't know Edward. I don't think I can tell you that. If you really mean what you said, then you are going to have to come up with it. If I tell you, then it won't mean anything." I told him after thinking about it for a minute.

"That's fair enough Bella." He concentrated on something before continuing, "Carlisle is asking for me. I'm sorry Bella, I really did not mean to hurt you." He got up before he could see my nod or more tears find their way down my cheeks.

I fell back down against my pillows and really started to cry. It wasn't fair! The one person that I for some unknown reason wanted to have pay attention to me couldn't do it without a bet to motivate him. I had enough reasons to cry without adding that in.

My tears started as my grief over what Edward could have been to me. It slowly turned to my grief over the loss of my parents and life in Arizona. I had already let that go, but no matter how many tears I shed, there would always be more there. I had loved my mother and father and even Phil too much to ever give them up completely.

As the tears flowed, a whisper in the back of my mind told me that this would find a conclusion somehow, but I could not see how that was possible. It was with that thought that I finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

A/N – Hope you all were able to find something enjoyable in there and sorry to leave it on a sad note… Please leave me a quick review or send a pm to let me know what you think, I do read and respond to every person that sends one and even try to use your thoughts and ideas in the story. Thank you all for reading, and I look forward to seeing your thoughts!

Oh yes, and the song at the end of 50 First Dates is Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole aka IZ or the 'big fat Hawaiian guy'.