I know you are all dying for this and so I shall give it to you even though we shall be backtracking slightly, okay we are backtracking completely actually, but you wanted this so you shall have it…

Alright so no one actually asked for this, but you're getting it anyway because I feel like it and I think it will improve my dialog for Edward. I don't think this will be as funny as my other stuff and if people really don't like it I'll it down.

Edwards Point of View!

Oh yeah I'm going there. And this chapter shall be called…

A bit of Midnight Sunnyness or Behind the scenes take 1.

This was the time of day I wished I were able to sleep.

High school

Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grew used to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last."

I suppose this was my form of sleep – if sleep was defined as the inert state between active periods.

I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria, imagining patterns into them that were not there. It was one way to tune out the voices that babbled like a gush of a river inside my head."

Several hundred of these voices I ignored out of boredom.

When it came to the human mind, I'd heard it all before and then some. Today, all thoughts were consumed with the trivial drama of a new addition to the small student body here. It took so little to work them all up.

I'd seen the new face repeated in thought after thought from every angle. Just an ordinary human girl."

Or so he thought. .Dun.

Edward Cullen.

Reflex reaction. I turned to the sound of my name being called, though it wasn't being called, just thought.

My eyes locked for a small portion of a secondon a brown haired head because the person was turned away from me and seemed to be scanning the room as if looking for something.

I looked away, bored. It took me a second to realize that she had not been the one to think my name.

Of course she's already crushing on the Cullen's, Even if she can't hold a conversation to save her life. I heard the voice continue.

Now I recognized the 'voice.' Jessica Stanley – it had been a while since she'd bothered me with her internal chatter. What a relief it had been when she'd gotten over her misplaced infatuation.

Fat lot of good it will do her, Jessica went on. She's really not even pretty. I don't know why Eric is staring so much…or Mike.

So that was the new girl. I wasn't surprised Jessica was sinking her claws into her for the popularity.

I stared to ignore them until I heard a very annoyed, "What?" from the new girl. Not many people spoke that way to Jessica. I watched her turn around to narrow chocolate-brown human eyes set in her pale, heart-shaped face. It was the same face that had been on a many male's mind all day.

"The people you were staring at those were the Cullens." Jessica took no notice of the girl's tone or the fact that she hadn't been looking anywhere near my family.

"I was staring at the girl wherein pink with a Harry Potter book wandering if it would be worth the evil of the color pink to strike up a conversation about literature."

My interest waned figuring that now Jessica would began filling the new girl in on our family. As I suspected she leaned forward to import gossip.

"Don't bother. They're all together except for Edward. He doesn't date." And if he did he would never go for her anyway.

The new girl didn't even look in our direction. I deiced to let my family know what was going on to help me block out the unpleasant mental voice of Jessica.

"Jessica Stanley is giving the new Swan girl all the dirty laundry on the Cullen clan," I murmured to Emmett.

He chuckled under his breath. I hope she's making it good, he thought. I was distracted from my answer to him do to the sudden mental shirking.

EDWARD IS NOT GAY!

The first time in almost a hundred years that I almost fell over.

"Bella!" Jessica shirked horrified the sound reaching all of my family's ears.

"Jessica!" Bella said mockingly.

HOW COULD SHE THINK THAT! HE'S TOO PERFECT TO BE GAY!

It took me a moment to search for her mind to realize that the new girl had taken my refusal to date as evidence of homosexuality of all things. While there was a very small few that had thought of that before no one to my knowledge had ever said it out loud.

Jessica tried to calm down by focusing on more gossip.

"Well they all moved here about a year ago from Alaska."

"Did I ask?"

Bella was not making it easy for her.

"They're adopted-"

Jessica was slowly becoming hysterical.

"Okay." Bella sounded bored.

By now I and my family were watching them like a tennis match. Luckily I was the only one from my family that had heard that the new girl now thought I was gay they wouldn't have let it go for a few years at least. Or was she just saying that to mess with Jessica's head? If so it was working. I tried to focus on her thoughts as she finished driving Jessica up the wall so to speak.

"Ms. Cullen can't have children." Jessica said snottily making us frown.

"How is that my concern?" 'Or yours?' seemed to be the unspoken question.

"Well they live together!" Jessica sounded shocked and scandalized while thinking that this was not going the way she had planned at all.

"Well I don't care!" She coped Jessica's tone perfectly. Emmitt chucked, Jasper grinned, Alice gave her tinkling laugh and even Rosaline smirked at the fact that someone had so completely gotten the best of the annoying girl. I however wasn't focusing on the humor in the situation. As she said something about the god Jupiter and the color pink while skipping off to another table I frowned.

I picked up Jessica's thoughts clearly.

How dare she not care! What is wrong with her!

But Isabella Swans thoughts were silent.

It was unbelievably frustrating! I could clearly see that it was a strain for her to sit there, to make conversation with the people around her, yet she didn't seem to mind being the centre of attention. I could sense her confidence, from the way she held her frail-looking shoulders up proudly. I could also tell her irritation from the set of her mouth and sarcastic tilt of her eyes. And yet I could only sense, could only see, could only imagine. There was nothing but silence from the very unexceptional human girl. I could hear nothing. Why?

Needless to say I spent the rest of lunch discreetly staring at her and ignoring my siblings' questions to know what she was thinking. Who she ended up sitting with just made me more interested. The girl with the pink shirt and Harry Potter book was Mary McKinney.

She seemed to be the school's only human outcast and it was easy to tell why. While she did bath the same as the other human's her hair was never well groomed and she made no effort to fix that. This made some of the other humans believe she wasn't hygienic. Her clothes were unfaltering and unpopular. Alice would often tut at her lack of fashion sense. She was quite and often found reading. She made no effort to make any friends and reacted suspicious if not downright hostile towards people that tried to approach her.

I avoided Mary's mind almost as much as I did Jessica's thou not for the same reasons. While Jessica had disturbing metal images of making out with various guys including myself and my brothers, Mary had disturbing metal images of hurting people with various sharp objects. It wasn't that rare in this time period for teenagers to be slightly homicidal what with the increase of violence they saw on TV most did not act on their desires, however most of them weren't as graphic as Mary was either. The girl had no fear of blood in fact that shade of red seemed to be her favorite As a Vampire it was better not to think of jumping into puddles of blood of the more annoying students that I had to smell every day.

Luckily those thought were just fond daydreams of hers and she had never actually planned to kill anyone. Jessica's death was always extremely bloody in Mary's mind as was her math teacher. I did not tell anyone about Mary's thoughts because I was distracted by it enough on my own without Emmitt's input.

It was fascinating to watch as Bella put the girl at easy with a few well placed words. I suppose she did so unknowingly, however as I had yet to hear her mind I couldn't be certain about anything she was doing. This was unbelievably frustrating.

(I was thinking about making this awhile ago, but didn't get around to it. How were Edward's thoughts that I changed? Was this interesting enough to try his take on other scenes with him and Bell? I also wrote this to get a better fell for Mary. Was she too odd? I know lots of people that are very mentally violent as far as thinking and laughing about blood and such, but aren't a danger to themselves or others.)