A/N: I have to say sorry to Emma. I told her that I had accidently deleted this, and burned the paper copy. lol. Sorry, Em!

Dear Edward,

I still miss you, all of you, but Jake has made it just that tiny bit more bearable. He makes me smile without even trying.

His friends are just as good. Embry and Quil are hilarious, and know exactly how to lighten up the atmosphere of a room. They're constantly mocking Jake, and I do enjoy joining in sometimes. I know he wants more, but I just can't. I'm broken, and Jake doesn't deserve someone who is broken. He needs someone who is fully alive and sane. Someone who doesn't always see the bad in things and who wonders if life is even worth living anymore.

In other words, he needs someone who is not me. Jake is one of the kindest souls I have ever met. He likes to think that he is a tough guy, but secretly (or not so secretly) he's just a big softie. He's so mature for his age.

We're fixing up some bikes are the moment, and I can't wait to ride them. They took more to cost then they're worth, but neither of us really care.

I still miss you, Edward.

As Always, Love Bella

Lizzie

Alice had not been joking when she had said that Edward was trying to run. Jasper and Emmett were currently pinning the asshat to the sofa while he struggled.

He had absolutely destroyed the living room. I heard Esme allow a gasp to escape in horror. I was shocked - how on Earth had he created this much damage in the thirty seconds it had taken the five of us (Carlisle had appeared at the end of the stairs seconds after us) to walk down the stairs?

The three armchairs that had previously been arranged in a stylish fashion around the arm now lay on their sides, bits of the "sponge" (as I liked to call it) escaping through the holes and cracks in the leather. Paintings and photographs had fallen from their places on the walls, and many of the frames had cracked. A couple of the wooden floorboards had cracked, and I could see at least three cracks in the wall that would need re-plastering.

The sofa that Edward was currently pinned to was also torn and cracked. I watched as Edward tried to push up against his two brothers, and they shoved him back down. The force of him slamming back onto the sofa broke it. The wood supporting the sofa snapped, and the three vampires on it collapsed to the ground with it.

I snorted at the sight, but attempted to stop myself from bursting out in laughter. My attempt failed as Alice finally allowed Carlisle to try to help. The second he tried to pin his son's leg down he was tripped and a loud rip sounded throughout the room. For some reason everyone froze. I finally burst out into laughter as Alice began in a calm, restricted tone that told everyone of her anger.

"I just know that you did not just rip Carlisle's shirt, Edward. I had that shirt flown in especially from Milan!"

She raised her voice a little louder with every word, and I could not stop laughing. Edward, Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle were all still on top of the collapsed sofa looking like twits, and the pixie-like Alice was yelling at the one at the bottom of the pile.

Who would not laugh?

"What's so funny?"

The bear-like grin on Emmett's face only made me laugh even harder, and I was unable to get out the words that I wanted to.

"You...Edward...Bang!...twits...pixie...yell...funny...can't...oh God...can't...can't...can't breathe...laughing too...too hard."

Emmett's grin grew until he too was laughing, and soon Emoward was the only one who was not.

I told him about his name change and his mouth only twitched. Asshat. Even he did have a nice - asshat.

Edward needed a serious personality make over, and as I thought about it I realized exactly how I could give him one.

"Edward? Can I talk to you for a second. I need to sit down, because I'm tired. Motels were not exactly good for getting much sleep, let alone a proper night's worth."

I looked at him expectantly, and realized that Alice was still glaring at him. She had obviously not seen what I was going to do. Weird.

"Alice, you can murder your brother after I talk to him. I promise you."

Edward reluctantly stood as his sister nodded sharply and walked began to walk into the kitchen with me.

"Do not think we won't be discussing your plan to go to Italy to visit the Volturi, my son."

Esme warned Edward of what was coming with a fierce look in her eyes, and I wondered why she had bothered to say it aloud. Edward was a mind reader, she could have simply thought it towards him.

Edward was silent as he sat at the opposite end of the marble kitchen counter. He just looked at me and I suddenly found myself irritated that he had the ability to read my thoughts, even if they got somewhat scrambled before reaching him. I did not want him to be able to read them! I wanted there to be someway to block him.

A look of confusion crossed Edward's face, making him look like a puppy trying to figure something out. I hoped that thought had got across to him loud and clear.

"How did you do that?"

I looked at him weirdly. What the hell was he on about now?

"How did I do what, Edward?"

Edward just stared at me as if I had grown a second head for a few seconds before muttering "nothing". It was obviously a lie, but I decided to let it go. He was really getting on my nerves. The quickest way to piss me off is to build up to something and then cut that "something" off. Ugh. Again, I must remind myself; Edward Cullen is an asshat.

"Well, Edward..."

I told him about my mom's list of things she had wanted to do before she had died. He did not say one word as I spoke, even when I started to tell him about how my mom had included him and some of his family on her list.

When I mentioned her letters he twitched, but he still did not say anything. Still, it was a sign that he was actually paying attention to me.

"So, she wanted to give them to you, and I'm going to do it for her. And believe me, Edward, I will. The thing is though...I'm going to make you earn them, one by one.

His eyes shot up to meet mine again, wide with confusion. He quite obviously was not getting anything from my mind at the moment.

I smirked before finally explaining what I had meant by my words.

"You..."

I pointed a finger at him accusingly and glared.

"You are hurting your family by acting the way you are, Edward. I will give you the letters that my mom wrote and wanted to give to you, but only if you do something good that deserves a reward or go a day without making someone feel as melancholy as you enjoy being.

Of course, that means I would have to stay a little longer than planned. Carlisle, Esme, is it okay if - "

"Of course, Lizzie. You can stay as long as you want."

Esme's voice floated through the doorway between the rooms.

"So Edward, do you think you can rise to the challenge?"

Asshat nodded stiffly before going upstairs and I soon followed him. Alice showed me which room I would be staying in, and I collapsed on my bed gratefully.

It was tempting to just sleep in my clothes, but I mustered up the energy to open the suitcase that I had sent on a week before leaving. I changed into an old, long t-shirt to sleep in, crawled under the covers and closed my eyes with a sigh of relief.

I really was tired, and I need my rest for tomorrow. I had a feeling that it would be another emotionally exhausting day.