So I realize that its been a couple months. Sorry. Haha. I've gotten really busy with the more primitive things in life, like school. But, I'm back, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. :) Oh, and thanks to everyone who has reviewed. It really does make me happy. I love going to my email and having like…23 unread messages in my inbox for favorite story/new review. :)

This chapter is called "Hey" by Backseat Goodbye. (I just recently went to his show…on my birthday no doubt, along with Goot, and Ladybug Landslide. It was amazing, and he is fabulous. You should listen to him if you like good music.)

Chapter 11: Hey

Bella Pov

So as I sat leaned back against my chair, laughing at Emmett's ridiculousness, I heard my name called from the entrance of the kitchen.

"Bella?" Edward said, barley above a whisper.

I looked over to see him with a sullen, hesitant facial expression. He looked so vulnerable and upset. I almost felt sorry for him until I realized that this was his fault, and that we could've been perfectly fine and content, making out in his room right now if it weren't for his stupidity.

I reluctantly got up and walked over to him, then past him, leading the way to the front porch.

He followed me out and we had a seat on an old bench that sat out there, both of us facing forward, not looking at, or talking to each other.

"I'm so stupid." He said after a few silent moments. I didn't reply. I refused to make eye contact with him. Even though it was difficult to accomplish. He needed to know that he really hurt me. He's hurt me a lot, and I'm tired of letting him off stark free. He has to learn that he can't keep doing this to me just to have me completely forgive him without a second thought just because I love him. I do love him, and I do forgive him, but he needs to get his shit together. I miss the old Edward. The one that could never even unintentionally hurt me. This Edward said things that hurt me. He did things purposefully that hurt me.

I didn't know this Edward.

"Bella, I've hurt you. More than anyone deserves to be hurt. I've been incredibly horrible to you. I Deserve this. You're silence. I know I do. I don't expect you to still want to be with me, or even forgive me for that matter, but know this. I really, truly do love you, and I'm very sorry. For everything. For putting you through all of this mess. For not just following you straight down here instead of listening to Jessica tell me what an ass I am. And I am an ass, not for leading her on, but for hurting you. That's what kills me the most. That I hurt you." He paused. He's said all of this without even looking at me. Just staring at the scenery right in front of him. He was deep in thought. I knew he was trying to think up a clever, witty thing to say to make me laugh in this tense, uncomfortable situation, like he'd always done before.

Before all of this.

Before Jessica, before we became what we are now. Before we both started to feel the pain of the mistakes we've both made that ultimately created this whole mess. Before this, he was always able to show me the humor in every painful situation.

"You know, when you think about it…when you look back only a few months ago, or even a few years ago, before we even became friends, it seems so strange that this is what we've become. That this is our lives. It's like we would have never expected any of it, but yet we could always see that something was going to happen. Like our whole lives have led up to just this one point, this small climax with many more to come. It's like a never ending expectancy. We are always waiting for another moment of insight, another moment of sorrow, pain, happiness, joy. Just another small turning point in our short lives. We live in wait. Constantly waiting for something to just…happen" I looked over then and saw that he had a slight smile on his beautiful face.

Like he was happy with himself for saying this like he did, for once again relieving the tension.

"I know." I replied. Such small, insignificant, cliché words. But they meant so much at this point.

He was right.

This argument between us now, it just looked so small and trivial to an outsider, but to us, it was everything. It was just so big to us that it seemed like if things didn't go right, if this ended badly, the story would be ended with a horrible, sad conclusion. The kind that makes tears roll silently down your face because you were so hoping to obtain this happiness in the end, but it was just the opposite. It was an ending of pain and hurt.

I wouldn't let this end like that.

I knew that I was suppose to be with Edward. I loved him, like I've felt about no other person in my life, I cared for him like I never even imagined I would care for a person. I've always imagined what falling in love would be like, and of course I've had those boyfriends that I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, but in reality they were nothing compared to this. This was just…right. Everything about it. Me and him. This situation, this possible ending though, it wasn't, it was wrong in more than many ways.

"Bella, I love you. More than anyone." As if he's read my thoughts. "Seeing that expression on your face upstairs. It hurt. It hurt because I'd hurt you. It hurt because I know that I've changed into this worldly image of every man." He looked at me now. And not just looked, but really…looked. His deep expression in his eyes caught my own. I couldn't help but listen to and understand every word. The ones he spoke, and the ones he gave to me silently. "I want you to know, that I'm still the same person you've thought and known me to be up until lately. I've always been that person, and still am. I'm still the same person you fell in love with. I've just gotten quite a big head lately. I've acted ridiculous and thoughtless. I'm not. I'm here now. I'm back, and I'm me again. Please don't stop loving me. Please don't let my stupidity these past couple of months ruin this. I love you. I want to be with you…" He paused again, and I waited silently "for the rest of my life. I can't take back the stupid things I've done to make you feel the way you do now, and I don't know how to make you feel better. I feel very helpless right now. I want to take it back." He stopped, but the intensity of his stare did not.

Alas, the most sentimental words that he's spoken to me since all of this started. Since he confronted me in the hallway about shopping with Jessica. Since I became friends with him. Edward's always been sentimental with me, regardless of his distance from most people. It's just usually, he only held me and comforted me silently.

Now though, he didn't dare touch me, but yet caressed me in every way. I smiled.

"Well, as long as you're sorry, and know that you're a stupid ass." He looked somewhat puzzled for a moment before those lips stretched up into that amazing, crooked grin that made me weak at the knees. "I love you."

"You're so cute." He laughed out as he reached a hand around my neck and pulled me to him.

So that's that. I know it's very short, but it expresses what it needs to. I think the last phrase speaks for its self. They're fixed. Everything's better. So, please review and let me know if this was anywhere near decent. Thank you guys, everyone whose stuck in there with all the long waits on updates and kept reading. Especially to my reviewers. You all mean a lot. :) I think I'm going to do one more chapter. It may possibly be an epilogue, or maybe a continuation. Or maybe both, but I'm really set on just one more. Let me know which you'd prefer. Epilogue, or continuation. Maybe that'll help me out. Thanks again for reading, I'll try to be quick with my next update, no promises though. I've got a lot on my plate lately. until next time. :)