Thank you for all who review. I don't know if I want Allen in the story anymore. Tell me if you think I shoud diss him or keep him...

Song of the day: It's about love by Medic Droid (I love this song)

Edward's POV

Bella has to be the most difficult, mind bogling, frustrating, beautiful, sassiest, funniest girls I have ever met. Not only does she drag me to her house to drag out a ex-boyfriend maniac, but she then throws me out. Talk about confusing. I walked in the house, and Alice was standing by the door bouncing up and down.

"So? What happened? Is she okay? How did the date go? Was it romantic? Why did she call you? Did you kiss? Make- out? What about-"

"Alice." I groaned. Alice stopped in her session of 20 questions and looked me up and down speculatively.

"Fail?" she said, one word summing up how my mood felt.

"No... not completely... ran in with a ex-boyfriend though. Where's Emmett?" I asked warily. I started walking upstairs, Alice following me all the way up to my room.

She sat on my bed, at ease completely, and for once I didn't throw her out of my room. I leaned against my chair, mixed emotions driving me to the edge.

"I don't get it. She likes me, she doesn't, she ignores me one minute, she talks to me the next. I'm so-"

"Confused." Alice finished. I nodded and continued, "And I don't know if she likes the new style," I said, motioning my face and shirt, "Or if she-"

"Thinks you're a poser and loser." Alice finished again. I nodded, glad we were on the same page.

"Well... I'll leave you to think." she said, getting up and walking out. She paused at the doorway, turned slightly, then said, "She likes you. Give her time. You just met. Rome wasn't built in a day."

I think that has got to be the most... nicest, smartest, worth-while thing Alice has ever said to me.

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Bella's POV

Sunday was boring. I stayed inside all day, and Charlie slept, got up, went fishing, and left the house to me all day again. Before he left, he asked

"Bells, you okay?"

"Yeah. Why?" I wasn't okay, but I'm not about to admit that.

"Nothing. You look... tired."

"I am."

"Well... take a nap."

Another piece of advice that the world will gape in awe and amazement over.

"I will. Bye. Love you." I said, as Charlie picked up the cruiser keys and walked out of the house. I stood there for a while, my eyes starting to brim with tears.

Let me lay out a table for you:

I met Edward Cullen about 3 days ago, hated him, then... almost fell in love with him.

Ironically, the second day of meeting him, and our first date, we meet up with my ex-boyfriend, and my old best friend.

The same night, my ex-boyfriend breaks into my house, feeds me apologies and lies (well, I'm sure the cheating thing wasn't a lie), and I sub-consciously call the guy who is fascinated with me to kick out my ex-boyfriend so I can kick him out myself.

So yeah. That's it.

WHAT KIND OF SICK AND TWISTED WORLD IS THIS?

I shrugged, jogged upstairs to my room, picked up my ipod, and then I laid on my bed, listening to Medic Droid and My Chemical Romance drown out my problems.

I woke up wide awake, my Ipod having a near-death experience, and the clock two hours before school and when I usually wake up.

"Great." I growled, angry. I enjoyed the warmth from my bed for a few more desperate moments, then I trudged to the bathroom to take my shower.

I felt better after my shower, but I realized I had at least an hour and thirty minutes to spare.

"Crap."

I decided to go to Starbucks to get a coffee and muffin. My little treat to myself.

I got in my car, careful not to disturb Charlie.

Starbucks is my energy harbor. I think most of my money has gone to Starbucks, and the manager- Angela, my dear friend- gave me coffee on a discount sometimes.

I walked in, not surprised to see everyone nod at me like they usually do, then finish getting everything ready for the day.

"Hey Bella, you think you can help out just a little? I know it's early and all, but some people like coffee early... idiots... and Lydia's late." Dill, the other manager asked.

"Sure." I said, nodding. I stepped behind the counter, and waited for some early bird to pull up in the drive-through.

Finally, a car pulled up.

"How can I help you?" I asked, in a perky dead voice.

"Can I have one caramel latte?" a voice asked. I replied the cost, and waited for the guy to drive up.

When I saw who was driving the car, I realized that karma is my enemy at the most.

"Hi." Edward looked truly surprise. I nodded, handed Edward his coffee, then closed the window.

He drove away and I decided to drive to school myself... extra... slow.

Boy, I sure do hate high-school.

So here you go.

This was fun to type.

Review if I should take Allen out of the picture or not- and if you can tell me why so I can soothe my guilty conscience ( I spelled that wrong, lol)

Your frustrated and worried writer,

Maija