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Chapter 10

"Bella, how do you fancy an outing?" Alice asked me after dinner. "Pardon? I do not understand what you mean. . ." I said uncertainly. "We are heading for the beach. Would you like to come with us?" My eyes brightened. "Of course! Is the weather going to be nice outside?" I asked fearing for the wet climate of Forks. "Yes, I am sure of it." She smiled at me reassuringly. The smile widened into a grin. "In fact, I even bought you a bathing suit!" She told me excitedly. I laughed nervously. "Really, Alice. You outdo yourself sometimes. Please, your kindness, I must be grateful for, but it is utterly unnecessary."

She just shook her head. "No, no. It's quite alright. Besides, you are Rose and I's new project."

"Project?" I repeated unsurely. She nodded. "Of course, your new wardrobe."

A few moments later, we were wondering about where to actually swim in. "Well, where are we going to swim? I mean, couldn't you think of a place first and then ask us?" Rosalie asked Emmett impatiently. "Well. . .Rosie. . .see. . . " It was actually very fun to watch two people bicker-so long as your not one of them. "What are you laughing about?" A soft voice sounded in my ear. "There very fun to watch." I motioned to the amateur Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. "At least you don't have to live with them." Edward shook his head. "Well, I could imagine. You as a fifth wheeler of all the couples."

"How very kind of you to state the obvious, Ms. Swan." He said sarcastically. I smiled at him, "My pleasure. Now, let me end your misery." With another sly grin, I walked forwards and towards the bickering couple. "Excuse me," I coughed out, "Jake, our coachman, knows of this beach. . La Push, I believe?" Everybody turned to look at me. "La Push?" Emmett asked. "A beach?" asked Rosalie. I nodded. "Alice! Come on we must pack!"

Alice gasped, "Oohh!! We could have a picnic!!" she said excitedly.

"Oh! Marvelous!"

We began packing up for the trip.

"You didn't tell me you know of a beach. . . " the velvety voice, tickled my ear.

"Well, I didn't know, of a beach, technically. It's our coachman who does." I stuttered out. "Still Bella, you could have stop the annoyance from happening."

"Well, didn't I?"

Edward breathed a sigh in mock frustration. "Technicalities." was all I hear him muttering under his breath, I laughed.

"Oh Edward, do not be so frustrated! I was only jesting! Are you always so serious?"

"Isabella," He started to say something, but closed his mouth thinking better of it.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head and muttered a, "Never mind."

I shrugged and walked away.

"Where are you going?" He sounded sad and mad. I did not reply and kept walking. Soon, I could hear his footsteps behind me.

"Bella, Bella, I'm sorry! I apologize! Please, please, I did not mean to-" he started saying, but I cut him off.

"It's fine Edward, really. I just wanted to see how you would react." I turned, facing him now.

The look on his face proved all of it wroth it. I struggled keeping my hysterics inside-easier said than done. I finally exploded, and did more so when his face was more confused.

"Oh, come on! Well go find Jacob and go down to the beach," I said after I became sober. They rejoiced at this and immediately set foot for the preparations.

We had spent the entire day splashing each other in the beach or eating. We came home laughing, and our corsets seemed out of order. Of course all this had to be interrupted with a grave look set upon my mother's face. Grave is what one would use when one knew her well, but to a third party, she looked eerily calm. She greeted us in and asked how our day was. "'Twas good, ma'am." We all answered. "We never knew Bella could swim better than any of us," praised darling Edward. "Or that she'd be less clumsier at water. Might be because she needs not balance herself upon her feet!" Emmett jested. I shook my head, my mother nodded. "Yes, Bella is quite. . . good at things." I noted a slight different meaning to her masked words. But mother didn't appear to see the confused look of any of our faces. "Your mother awaits you," she said quietly just as Madame Cullen swept towards us. They seemed to pass a glance to each other before she wisked her children away. It was a very short good-bye and the women didn't amend to let us longer, not even with Alice's pleas and cries.

When they had gone, which was but minutes after we came home, I turned to mother. "What was all that about?" I demanded. "Manners, Isabella, manners! Were have they gone? Have the last seventeen years of practice eluded all of you? For what, a boy?" She asked harshly. I was so shocked by this that I merely spilt-that is, cry. "He is not only such a boy nor just. Isn't it always your plea to marry me off?" I replied, looking away. My mother sighed. "Go change, you resemble indecency." Her words that I have heard so long, just shattered me to million pieces. Nevertheless, I climbed the stairs and grateful for her lack of presence, cried silent sobs. This continued when I dressed.

I looked at the girl in the mirror, the girl in the mirror was not me. Her hair wild and unkempt, her eyes open, wide and trusting. You naive girl! I scolded myself. Why had every sweet moments be interrupted? Why every good memories, days turn evil all at the same time? I was always out, always. But even how pitifully indecent I was, making myself sad, back to the old, good-mannered daughter, was an impossibility almost. What was so wrong about happiness? Why always such a dim world? Forks, I thought bitterly, you place that brought me good and evil. Have you biased me with evil things I thought good?

Moving to a new place thought good. Our family would be one. My mother happy, away from all the parties and all the society-induced practices. A life of. . . well a life to please everybody. I sobbed. Why would mother do this to me? What happened? I felt my growing world crumble.

I didn't get out of bed the rest of the day. Not for dinner. I pretended to be asleep, ill, sick. To have a head, stomach, ache. To have lost appetite from eating to much. To have lost all meaning of life.

I was getting on, I loved Edward. I knew that so much. And how such wicked fate put him out against me? He had done nothing wrong, perfect-even had the most perfect flaws. I answered to nobody. Nobody at all.

That is, until midnight. I had cried and could never sleep. A knock from somewhere. It could not be my parents or the servants. The house was still and quiet. A mouse could even be heard-if there is one. So it was not from the house. Then who was it from? Maybe a burglar, trying to get in. . . My first thought was to awaken father. To do that, I would awake ma too. No thank you, I added a thought bitterly. They took away Edward-ma had said I was to be kept in here. I could see him no more. The exact reason of my crying. Why would they care much about me now? If they had taken away the most beloved thing the world offered me? Someone tapped again, annoying now. I hate it when people disrupt my sad reveries. Then I recognized it-the sound of something against glass. The window!

I opened the window, thinking maybe it was Jacob when he sat there.

He smiled hopefully when he saw me. Relieved, as if I had thrown him a life saver. It felt the exactly the same way. As if I could breath oxygen once gain. And just like that, instantly, my heart stuttered back into it's original beat-after the stuttering which happened when I saw him. Memories did him no justice. He looked better-as if glowing like an angel. And to utter surprise, he was. . . some sort of up in a tree.

"What are you doing?!" I demanded in a hushed tone. He shrugged-only shrugged- and smiled the crooked smile. I missed him so much already!

"Come on down here quickly! You'll fall and break your back-now we don't want that." I told him. "Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn." He quoted Romeo and Juliet. My heart soar, flew, flied! I opened my shutters more and with one hand, motioned for him to come in. He smiled. "Hmm. . . Did Romeo ever go to Juliet's bedroom?" He asked my playfully. I just shrugged, never looking away from him;from his face. I led him too my bed and we both sat there, silently, staring at each other. A bit of the moon was shinning outside, although thick, heavy clouds tried to hide it. It shone, the white light touching beside us, glowing both of our faces.

He touched my cheek with one hand. "Look at you, your glowing! You look like an angel..." He whispered. He cleared his throat once and then recited,

"One fairer than my love? . . . or, what about:Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." He looked at me the whole time, never taking his intense, burning, gentle eyes. We held each other that way, and then I cleared my throat a bit. "Did you memorize all of Romeo and Juliet before you came here?" I teased. He smiled, "For you, love, I'd memorize a whole library." I snorted. "You're not that good."

I cleared my throat again, took a deep breath and started, "Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy mother and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Swan." I did the whole thing a hand atop my galloping heart, and tried to look pleading. With my sorrow before, this was not too hard to dramatize the whole thing. But his eyes shined and twinkled, like bright shining stars up in the sky. "Is that. . true?" He asked me breathily. I smiled only in response and leaned in for a kiss.

A/N: I have this crazy idea to make this to a twenty-first century story. Just out of fun. I think that would be easier to write, don't you think? It's this minus decorum. I apologize for the long wait, but too be perfectly, truthfully honest, I don't like the story, myself. I mean, I like the idea, but I want it to be more elaborate, more defined. I still like the old times though, and maybe I might write another old one. Meanwhile, think about a 21st Century Lady of Forks.