A/N: Sorry that I didn't update in a while, as some of you can see I started my new story. So I was working on that for a bit. So here is the next chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it, please review!

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It has been a while since I had my glasses on, today was the first day in a couple of weeks that I put on my old, worn out black glasses I used to wear. It felt nice not to wear contacts for once. It just felt natural to wear these, almost as if I was myself again. But I know I wasn't, at all. Not even close.

I was different, I changed. I wouldn't exactly call it changing in a good way.

I just don't see why I'm thinking about this so much, I had everything right now. I had Bella…I had good looks. What more could a guy ask for? It just seems like Bella can't complete every single part of me. She made me happy, that's for sure.

Now that Emmett and I don't talk anymore, I feel well…I just feel sad. Ever since that last tutoring session with Bella, we have been inseparable.

But it's just I can't play Battle ship Galaxy with Bella the way I did with Emmett. I just can't tease her about her being less intelligent with me, or arguing constantly for hours over difficult algebra equations.

So many things I did with Emmett, I just couldn't do with Bella. It was as if I lost my brother. What made it even worse was that Emmett hated my guts for what I had done to him. And that-

"Honey, is that you down there?" I heard Esme say as she came downstairs into the kitchen, only to see me with a cup of hot chocolate at twelve in the morning. It was just my thoughts and I.

"Yes," I answered nonchalantly, taking a sip of my warm drink.

Her eyes looked all tired and groggy because she had just wakened up. She was wearing her night robe. I always thought Esme never got good sleep because Carlisle was barley ever home. He usually stays out past midnight since he is so busy with work. "How long have you been up?"

"Not long," I replied. "I just couldn't sleep."

"Is something on your mind?" she asked, she sounded concerned. She took a seat next to me at the kitchen table. This made me feel guilty, since I wasn't being so nice to her ever since I changed. I regret saying all those rude things to her at my party.

"It's just…" I trailed off, debating with myself whether or not I should confide in her. I could use someone to talk to at the moment. "Things aren't going so well between Emmett and I…and I just don't know how to fix it," I confessed sheepishly while looking down at my cup of hot chocolate.

"Well…did you do anything wrong?"

I sighed; I really didn't want to get into detail of how I ditched his trumpet recital and how I was sort of embarrassed to be around him during school. "Nothing too horrible…but I-I did maybe hurt his feelings a bit." I admitted, not meeting her gaze.

She smiled sadly. "It's quite obvious what to do honey," she said. "Just apologized, it's as simple as that."

I gulped; I knew she was going to say that. All moms do. Just say sorry? Emmett never even looks at me anymore, how was I supposed to talk to him? "It's not that easy mom…" I muttered. "I can't just say sorry and then everything will be fine between us!" I contradicted harshly; I knew I shouldn't have taken my anger out on her. But I just couldn't help it.

She placed her hand on my shoulder gently. "Then maybe I shouldn't be the one to help you with this…" she whispered softly. "Maybe you should ask Bella for advice."

I considered this for a second, I never actually confessed to Bella about what happened to Emmett and me. I was too embarrassed to tell her all the horrible things I did to him. If I did tell her I could only guess what her response would be. "Maybe…" I mumbled.

Esme continued, "Well whatever you do Edward, I just hope you do the right thing." She then got up and gave me one last pat on the shoulder and started to head upstairs back to bed.

And then it hit me, even if apologizing to Emmett wouldn't help. I know it would affect one person. "Mom…wait!" I commanded and stood up from the table.

She whirled around only to see me crashing into her, giving her a big hug. "I'm sorry mommy," I mumbled into her hair. She hugged me tightly back and that's when I knew she forgave me.

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"Hey, what was the big emergency?" Bella asked curiously as she stepped into my house. Her face scrunched up in confusion, making her look even more adorable.

"We need to talk," I replied unsteadily, not meeting her gaze.

I couldn't see her eyes but her voice came out uneasy and nervous when she whispered, "Okay…"

Then I walked upstairs in my room, with her following me close behind. When we reached my room I closed the door behind me. I couldn't see her expression since her back was facing me, she observed my room for the first time in a while.

I took a deep breath. "Bella I wanted to talk to you about-"

"What happened to all your Star Wars posters?" she interrupted me, her back still facing me.

I was surprised by her sudden question, mostly because I only remember Bella coming into my room once when we were kids. I was bewildered that she remembered that long ago. "I took them down," I replied.

Abruptly she spun around to face me, her eyes wide. "Why?" she asked, incredulously.

"I-I…" I didn't know how to respond. I was shocked by her sudden outburst that had to do with the posters that Alice made me take down.

She noticed how shocked I was and seemed to compose herself a bit. "Did you throw them away?" she asked in a softer tone, she didn't meet my gaze. She looked uncomfortable.

"No…" I answered calmly. "They're in my closet." Why was she so curious about my posters? "Are you alright Bella?" I asked, almost in a whisper. Was this some girl hormones she was going through?

"It's just that…I-I miss your old self," she stuttered, she blushed while looking down at her feet.

My eyes widened with shock.

I didn't see that coming. "What do you mean?"

She sighed. "I don't mean I miss the way Lauren's gang used to tease on you and then I would stick up for you - I just miss the way you used to be," she explained. "The way you used to be all shy and happy all the time. It just seems like you're not comfortable with yourself anymore…"

I was bewildered, truly shocked. What she just said was news to me; I guess I didn't see myself very clearly. Without Emmett I probably looked depressed all the time. What hurts me is that Bella had to see me like this.

I decided to take my mom's advice and ask for her help. "What should I do?"

She met my gaze and looked me straight in the eye. "Stop trying to be something your not," she said with such intensity it made me breathless.

I tore my gaze from hers and looked out the window; I finally seemed to know what to do now. Now I know what to do to get my life back to the way it was. It wasn't what I entirely wanted…but I had to do it.

I couldn't live in the lifestyle I'm living in now. I wanted to go back to the way I was; my old dorky self. I was a better person back then. And apparently I wasn't the only one feeling this.

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The next day at school I know people will be surprised when they saw me. I didn't have on my contacts, I had my torn over sized eye-glasses on. I had my plaid pants on with a regular t-shirt. My hair wasn't gelled, it was the same untidy mess.

And to be honest…I was comfortable in like this. I felt like myself in it. And what made me even more comfortable was that Bella liked seeing me like this, and that's all that matters.

I waited for Emmett before school started by his locker. Only five minutes felt like an hour to me. When he finally showed up he didn't even notice me. He just started to unpack his notebooks into his locker.

I took a deep breath. "Hi Emmett," I greeted nervously, my voice coming out in a squeak.

He finally noticed that I was standing right next to him. His eyes widened. "Edward?" he asked, astonished. I nodded once. "What happened to you?"

"I'm done trying to be something I'm not…" I murmured. "You were right all along and…I'm sorry."

Emmett stared at me as if I was E.T. He sighed, "I thought you would never say that."

My eyes squinted in confusion. "You mean…you're not mad at me anymore?" I asked, incredulously. All I had to do was apologize? So…my mom was right.

"I just hope you know what you did was wrong, and I'm glad that you know now," he said.

"Emmett…I really am sorry," I whispered, I meant what I said. I missed him a lot, and I regret every doing this makeover.

He nodded and gave me a warm smile. "I know."

I returned his smile and I knew things would go back to the way they were. Things would just be better. Much, much better.

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