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I'm content, this is the longest chapter so far, and I bet they only will grew longer. Enjoy!

Previously:

Alice yelled. "Yeah! Let's go down the water slide!"

I laughed to her ridiculous behavior. Then I called: "The last one pays chips for us four!," and pushed Edward underwater. I swam to the water slide as fast as I could. Fortunately, I could swim the fastest of all my friends. I only didn't know how fast Edward could swim. When I reached the edge of the pool, I scrambled on the side and run as fast but careful as I could to the slide.

Of course I slipped. I prepared myself to land on the slippery floor, but two hands grabbed me by my waist and put me with my foot on the floor again. I turned around to thank Edward, but he grinned and ran away. I startled, but saw Jasper and Alice right behind me and started to chase Edward.

Of course, I couldn't get a hold of him after that. But I was second. Alice got a lead on Jasper by pretending she fell. She would hang to his neck and arm as if she'd stumbled and when he turned around to ask if she was okay, she pulled him down and chased me, as fast as she could.

That's how Jasper bought us chips.

We really had a fun time and we indeed, just as Alice and Edward had said, didn't saw much from Emmett, Rosalie, Embry and Leah, but we hadn't less fun because of it.

"You coming with me in the sauna?" Edward asked suddenly when we were alone for a couple of minutes.

I tried to dispel the image of a hot, sweating Edward, together with me alone, in the sauna… "Yeah, sure." I smiled before I swam away when I felt my cheeks burn. Edward caught up with me and pulled my leg back when I almost swam past the little stairs that lead to the side.

I laughed, but got a gulp chlorine water in. Yuk. I spat it out and made myself long, with stretched legs and arms, so I would lower to the bottom of the pool. Edward was already on the little stairs-thingy. In my way down, I pulled Edwards legs with me. At least, that was the plan. But I definitely shocked when I grabbed the pipes of Edwards swimming trunks. I let go of them, but it was already too late. Edward was showing his whole butt to everyone in the pool, not to mention his thingamabob to everyone not in the pool. Was I mentally ill? For god sakes, why the heck did I have to give this utterly hot boy a trauma?

"I'm s-so sorry," I whispered.

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My summer vacation was boring. As in really, really boring. Rose and Emmett were "having fun" the whole day while Jasper and Alice were "getting to know each other". Two things I didn't want to know details about.

Embry was on vacation, and he had taken all my fun along with him. Edward wouldn't talk to me, so he wasn't an option either. I thought he was a little overreacting. I mean, of course it wasn't really what you call a nice experience. But everyone had long forgotten about it and I had offered my apologizes for over a million times. I couldn't see one reason for him to act to me like he did. And I thought he acted ridiculous. But it hurt me deep down inside that he didn't even answered his calls, or one of the texts I was sending him.

Of course weren't all my friends unavailable, but I just wasn't in the mood to have real fun. All I wanted to do was stay in bed and read my books, because nothing else could held my attention. But I didn't want Sue to worry for me, so I tried to cover it up a little. I baked pies and cakes, and helped her with cooking supper even when it wasn't my turn. I went to the supermarket for the tiniest things, and would quickly buy a large coffee at Starbucks on the way back.

I cleaned the house and washed the dishes to fill my time. When I couldn't think of things to get me busy, I retreated myself with a book.

I knew that Sue saw I behaved differently, but she wisely choose to let me be. Sue knew, as my mother, when I just wanted to be left alone for a little while and when I wanted to talk about what had upset me. Not that she didn't knew. She saw that me and Edward didn't have fun with each other anymore, so she knew it had to do with him. Perhaps that is why she baked the pies in the first pace.

"Bella, honey, are you doing something important?" Sue called to my room.

"What? Oh, nope mom. Do you want me to do something for you?" I answered.

"Yes please, but only if you want to, honey."

"Yeah, sure. I haven't really something to do, anyway." I told my mom while I walked downstairs. I hugged her. "What do you want me to do?"

"You know I just baked apple-pies, right?" She said. I nodded. "Well, I wanted to bring Esme one of the pies, but Sam just called to ask if I could pick Claire up as fast as possible , since Emily is having contractions… "

Claire was Sam and Emily's 2-year old daughter, and I knew from my mother that Emily was 38 weeks pregnant with a baby boy.

"Is Emily having her boy today? That must be so nice for her!" Now I was really beaming. I loved babies. What's not to love?

My mother was happy, too. "Yeah, it is. but since I promised to be there at 2 PM, I wanted to ask you to bring that pie to Esme's, before it's cold and tell here I'll drop by with Claire later this afternoon. Will you do that for me?"

Shit, I'd have to see mister I – don't – talk – to – Bella – because – I'm – a – big – baby.

I gave Sue a kiss on her cheek. "Of course I will!" I said enthusiastically. "Now hurry up, you don't want Sam to miss Emily giving their baby birth because he is waiting for you to pick Claire up, do you? I'll get my keys from my purse upstairs and will bring the pie immediately!"

My mom laughed. "Okay, okay! Well, I'll see you later, honey, I'm gone!"

"Bye mum!"

Well, great. Let's hope Edward wasn't home, because I didn't want to see him being angry on me some more.

I grabbed my keys out of my purse, just like I'd said, and putted some flip-flops on. Then I flew out of the door, almost forgetting the pie.

"Hey Bella! So nice to see you! How are you?" Esme was truly happy to see me. I was a little ashamed of myself. I now saw her as a second mother rather than some sort of aunt, but I'd barely seen her the last few weeks. I could've paid a little visit, so what if Edward was angry with me?

I smiled. "Hey Esme, I'm good, thank you. How are you? I brought you a pie of my mom's. "

"Oh, darling," she told me, unconsciously completely ignoring my question. "You shouldn't have. Come in, then I'll cut you a piece and get you a cup of coffee."

I was gladly surprised that Esme knew I preferred coffee over tee, but that is beside the point.

I followed her to the kitchen. I didn't hear sounds that proved that someone else, like Edward, might be at home. I hoped strongly that that was true.

After Esme gave me the promised cup of coffee, she started to cut the pie in pieces.

"Edward," she called. "Do you want pie?"

"'Kay mom," sounded the muffled sound of Edwards voice from upstairs.

Shit, shit shit. Why did he have to be here?

Well, it's his house, smartass.

But still. Why isn't he hanging out with, I don't care who? Why does he have to be here to ignore me and be mad at me for nothing?

"I'm not going to bring it to you, if that was what you thought," Esme told Edward when she didn't hear him walking down the stairs.

"Be there in a sec," was his short answer.

On that moment, I heard the telephone rang off. No, no, nooo. Damnit, please just ignore the damn thing! I silently prayed. I hoped Esme would get my mental message.

Of course she didn't.

"I'm sorry hon, I'll be right back. But Edward's going to give you company in the spare time."

Yeah, as if you don't know we don't talk anymore. But I know you mean well.

I nodded and smiled politely. It couldn't be that worse, right? Why would I be afraid to talk to Edward, especially while we were alone?

When Esme was only talking on the phone for a second or thirty, I could hear Edward close the door to his room before he spurted down the stairs. When he saw his mother on the phone in the living room, he decided to get himself a piece, instead of waiting till she was done. That is when he saw me.

I knew it instantly when Edward realized it was me, because he stopped in his tracks when he realized there was someone else in the kitchen, looked careful at my shoes, and walked further as if he hadn't seen me when he recognized the shoes as mine.

Toddler.

"Edward," I began. "I'm really sorry, you know that."

I waited for a sort of response.

And I waited.

"I really don't understand why you are behaving this way." I continued. "You could at least talk to me. Please." I looked hopelessly at him, but he was just arranging the piece apple-pie on a cute little dish. As if there was no one else. As if I didn't exist for him. Still.

"Edward! It was an accident! How can we possibly make things up when you don't even want to talk to me?" Meanwhile I was really getting desperate to just hear him talk to me. To let me know that I still existed. But even that was too much to ask, apparently. I was starting to get freakishly annoyed with him. Who the hell did he think he was? Why did he had to put airs on like that?

I told him so. "I think that you're over-exaggerating. How can I ever… I mean, how can we ever… you know what? Just forget it. Just let me know when you're talking to me again."

I couldn't think of anything more to say to him. He was behaving so idiotic that it almost made me mad. Boys!

Edward took his pie and a cup of coffee and went to his room again. Good. I'd had enough of this. But he didn't even let me know that he'd heard me or something. Ass.

Asshole. Buttfucker. Monkeyhead.

I almost wanted to cry. My clumsiness always brought me in the middle of the most awkward and ugly situations.

"Everything all right here, dear?" Esme asked me.

Shit. Laugh, you idiot!

I putted a happy smile on. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be? Is this new coffee? It tastes different, but delicious."

Maybe the change of subject was a little too obvious. But then again, Esme said nothing about it, so maybe it wasn't. But I thought she just had decided to let me get away with it.

"You noticed it!" she was happily surprised. "Edward and his dad didn't say a thing about it. But then again, they're men."

We laughed a little.

"In parentheses, I'm sorry I took a while, on the phone. It was someone from…"

"It doesn't matter, really," I interrupted her. "But I should get going, I would vacuum the house before my mom comes home with Claire." A little lie didn't hurt one, right? Besides, on this moment I wasn't really comfortable in this house anymore. Thanks, dude!

At home, I decided to actually do vacuum the house. It wasn't like I was in the mood to hang out with somebody, anyway. Or like there was somebody that wanted to hang out with me, at the moment. Besides, with me doing something useful, I could take my mind off this weird thing with Edward. That was rather pleasant. So when I was done vacuuming, I did the dishes as well, and when I looked TV a little while later, my mother and Claire walked the room in. My mother happily surprised.

I played a while with Claire, and when she did a little nap, I offered my mom that I would cook supper.

"But sweetheart, I bet you haven't had time for yourself since I sent you to Esme's. don't you want to read, or whatever you like, instead of cooking?"

"Mom, I really like to cook. Especially when I am not busy with homework, or talking on the phone with Alice, you know what I mean? Besides, I bet you've had a pretty hectic day, yourself."

She sighed, but I knew I had talked her over already.

"Alright honey, but promise me to call if you'd like some help."

"Sure, sure. Now go relaxing." I gave her a little push in the direction of her study. That's where she kept her pc, and almost all her relaxing she did there.

Cooking supper kept my mind off things some more. It was great. But it still sat in the corner of my mind, gnawing at me.

In the evening, I quickly decided to call it a night. Alice and Jasper gave me a weird look, not to mention my parents. Alice and Jasper were hanging out here tonight. Rosalie and Emmett were out.

I tried to brush my teeth quickly and thorough at the same time, and after I'd washed my face, I looked for my phone to connect it to his charger. The moment I pulled it out my jeans pocket – my jeans were laying on the floor where I'd threw my clothes ten minutes ago – I got a message. My phone said it was from Edward and my heart stood still.

Mb u r rite. Sry I ws ignrng u erlier.

Well, he was booking progress. But no matter how much effort it took, I didn't reply.

The next day Angela called me to ask if I wanted to hang out. Angela had a calm and nice nature, so I told her that it would be fun and agreed that she just could come to my house and we could do whatever we would feel like.

We talked for a while about nothing in particular, and it was nice to catch up with her. Her relationship with Ben was still going well and her mother had gotten two boys last month.

After a couple of hours, we decided to go to the mall. I was aching for a Frappuccino, and we could do some coat-shopping. Because we both love coats, provided that they're pretty and good-fitting.

When we were actually sitting down to drink, the conversation centered around Edward. I told Angela what had happened in the pool, but she already knew, what didn't surprise me. I told her also how strange he acted towards me since and showed her the text he'd sent me last night.

We walked in the direction of the parking lot, to Angela's car.

"So, you like him." She said.

"If I like Edward? Ehm…" I colored immediately crimson.

"It wasn't a question, but a statement."

I thought about it for a second.

"Why are you thinking about?" she asked incredulously. "You like Edward Cullen. Period."

"Yeah, I think you're right," I told her hesitantly. There was no point in denying. Besides, Angela would keep it to herself.

It had begun to rain, so we walked faster to Angela's car.

"I'm just going to drop you off at home," she told me. "And then I'm going to help my mom out with the boys. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, of course," I assured her. "Whatever is fine with you, I'm okay with it. And I'm sure my mom's got enough to do for me at home." Actually, my mom wouldn't ask me for many things for months, since I had helped her with practically everything in the house you can think of this vacation. She wanted me to have fun. That is, as long as I was going to do my best at school from now on.

"Um, Bella? I don't think I can drive along that enormous truck…" Angela had stopped the car behind some truck in Esme's street, don't ask me why it was there.

"Oh, that's okay Ang, I'll just walk from here."

"You sure? I can drive via an other way to your street…" she looked at me.

"It's fine, I don't want to be a pain." I smiled my tooth bare. "Besides, I'll only get wet, nothing wrong with that, from time to time." Alright, that sounded a little wrong.

I did not look behind me to wave her goodbye, but I was sure Angela would understand…

I ran as fast as I could in the direction of what I hoped was my house. Seen the fact that I looked to the ground to be sure I wouldn't slip and fall – not to mention the fact that it rained as if somebody was throwing an endlessly filled bucket with water over me – I didn't exactly see everything, and of course, I ran into somebody else who was running to be freed of the rain.

"I'm sorry!" I told the stranger.

"I'm sorry," he told me at the same time.

Of course, it had to be Edward. It just had to be. Karma hated me, through and through. Please, God, tell me what I've done in a previous life to deserve this? Was that too gushy?

Edward looked at me and walked further to his house. I stood there for a second, and ran further.

When I was home, I ran upstairs, to my room and stood still. And now? I changed my mind, ran outside again, the rain in. I ran straight to Edward's house, and rang the bell.

He opened the door and let me in. He walked without a word to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass fruit juice.

I had followed Edward.

"Do you want some, too?" he asked me.

"Yeah, that would be alright." I answered. What was I going to do next? Help! Why am I here in the first place?

"So, what do you want?" He asked when he'd put my glass in front of me.

I thought about that. I think a lot lately.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"Well," he began. "I tried to climb out of the pool, and then you…"

"That's not what I mean," I interrupted him.

"Well, what do you mean?" Edward asked me calmly.

"I don't know…" I hesitated. Angela had come with this idea, and it actually could be what was actually bothering Edward. "But I think there happened something much the same as this when you were younger, and that that made a big impact on, well, you." I looked questioning at Edward, but he looked at his drink glass.

I continued. "And that that's partly the reason why you're reacting so badly on this whole thing." It really surprised me that Edward hadn't threw me out yet. But hey, that he hadn't done it (yet) didn't mean he wasn't planning so. "So? Is that what is going on?"

He slowly diverted his eyes from the juice to, um, my direction. He still didn't want to look directly at me.

"When I was thirteen, I was bullied by a group of really, really mean chicks." He hesitated. There was a lot of hesitating today. "It was kinda awful, and I'm not gonna say too much about it."

Now he looked directly in my eyes.

"After a long time, they suddenly played nice to me. They acted like they wanted to be my friends. And I know I was stupid, but I believed them. Long story short, I went with them to the pool one day, and, let's say they made a fool out of me. "

Now we were both quiet.

"I'm so sorry, Edward. Really, I'm sorry. And I didn't want to make you remember those awful girls. It's just, you know I'm clumsy. And for a second I thought I had your legs, what was my intention, but after the second second, it was too late." I buried my head in my arms. this was more shame than what I could live through.

Edward just drank his juice and said nothing in return. I was beginning to feel really uncomfortable now. This silence was kind of awkward and I had the feeling Edward would rather see me leave than come. Yeah, and why would that be?

"I think my mom's wondering where the hell I'm hanging out." I said, glad to be rid from the silence, even if it was for two seconds.

"Take an umbrella from the hallway. It's raining harder."

At least he was being polite. "Thanks," I told him gratefully. "I'll return it tomorrow."

"I'll see you around." Edward stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room."

"Bye," I was glad to go. We both needed to think a little while. Perhaps I would text or call him in a week, but then again I could better pay a visit. It was better to have this talk while able to see each other. And we lived but three minutes away from each other.

I again tried to get my mind of things related to Edward, with music and a good book. I let my mom cook, knowing she enjoyed it too, from time to time.

During dinner, I acted happy and nice to everyone, knowing that my room was only but the minutes the dinner would last away, and I didn't had to hold up a charade, up there.

When I was finally on my room again, I cleaned it up a little, and a little became a lot, because I especially like to clean when I'm mad, or sad, or just feeling down. Maybe it's a bad sign that my room's so neat, if you look at it from that way.

Maybe, maybe did Edward think you wasn't making an accident. Maybe he was thinking you got the story out of, let's say, Esme – or Sue for that matter, since they're BFF's – and then decided to be so nice to make him remember the nice time he had when he was thirteen.

But why the hell would he think that?

Because he's a boy, and boys are stupid.

But that stupid?

The voices in my head were right, and I had to find out if he'd thought that I could be that crude, so I thanked the lord for cell phones, and sent Edward a simple, short message.

I didn't knew

I waited for at least two whole hours. I already lay in my bed, reading so I would stay awake (Yeah, that's right, reading doesn't only work to fall asleep, it's just what you want – to sleep or not – that it'll help you with.) when I felt and heard my phone vibrating.

I know tht.

I doubted that. Hell, I needed to know more than that information. It wasn't even information, actually.

Ws tht wht u thot? T ws an aCdnt. Im rly sry.

I apologized for what was maybe the thousandth time.

Edward didn't answer that one. I take it you did think I could be such a bitch, buddy.

And that didn't make me happy.

I'll update as soon as possible, but I also want to keep my other stories going, so maybe it'll take a week :)

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