Okay, you guys, I'm working on "Perfectly made", but I can't work on the Cullen's and Bella read New Moon, because I don't have the book—at all. So, this is going up, because this story is always the easiest to write and this is a sort of what I had before on the other computer. Sorry, again about the whole computer broken thing! I'm trying to make these chapters extra super special because you have all been so nice about it! So, yeah, here it is! Enjoy! (:

BPOV

It was the first weekend of the school year, and Charlie was disappointed yet again. I was in my room. Reading. Yep, I'm a huge disappointment for a child.

Jessica called and asked if I wanted to hang with this new group she was with. It was the Laurens, of course. I would try to save her if I didn't already see it coming. You see, Jessica likes to be the center of attention, and I knew that from five minutes into our first conversation. She was a good person now, until she got sucked into the black hole vortex that is named Lauren. Lauren is just plain evil. Always has been, always will be.

In Lauren's group are Lauren, obviously, Jane, and Katie. They were all a bunch of bitches. Some liked to call them "The Plastics" because they were all fake. I just called them by their leader's name. Alice, Rose and I used to make fun of them all the time. Notice the past tense.

I winced, remembering all the good times we had together and the reason it all ended.

FLASHBACK

After what feels like eternity, Jacob finally gets up, pulls on his clothes, and walks away from me, smirking like he just won some huge prize. Bastard. The spot between my legs were throbbing, so painful I just sat for a moment until I couldn't hear anything, but the distant pounding of music.

Where were my friends? Weren't they worried about me? Rosalie was usually always freaking out when I left her side at parties, but when…IT walked up I was alone.

What the fuck? I was mad, now. Why did it have to be me? I didn't do anything to him. Where were my "friends" when I needed them, like how I'm there for them when they need me? My face was sticky from all the tears. The tears wouldn't fall anymore, like there were none left to shed. I slowly sat up, brushing off any dirt, and tried to fix my tattered clothing. Stupid fucking Jacob! I tried to stand up, but my knees gave out slamming me into the ground. Dry sobs racked through me as I clutched the ground, thinking, Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

I tried to stand again, and successfully got on my feet walking back towards the house. I just want to go home and pretend this was just a nightmare.

END FLASHBACK

I shuddered, trying to calm myself. Anyways, I'm reading my tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet, again for English. I've read most of the things on the reading list, so that was comforting… and boring, I guess. After Alice's call I've been trying to not think, but for someone with no social life, that was just a little hard to do. Note the sarcasm. I could hear my dad downstairs muttering to himself about parenting. I felt sort of bad for him. In his eyes, his daughter is a loner who spends her weekends reading, instead of out partying. But then he gets conflicted, because he can't decide which is worse partying or being alone. I then felt guilty. I should just have told someone, and then maybe I could get better. I scoffed at that. Maybe, or maybe I won't.

I sat my book down and slowly walked towards my bedroom window. The sky was, as usual, a depressing shade of grey. Kids were outside playing, oblivious to the darks clouds overhead. This is why I hated Forks. Sighing, I sat back down on the bed shutting off the lamp, ignoring Charlie's mutterings, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

EPOV

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel my pain
Just smile back

I slammed my hand down on the snooze button, turning onto my back sighing. Swinging my legs around the bed, I rubbed my face in my hands trying to wake up completely. We were going back to Forks today. Oh, joy! I checked the clock 6:30. Damn you, Eminem.

I started walking towards the bathroom, nonetheless, but was blocked by a little figure in the hallway. I looked down and frowned. Alice looked completely drained. Her face was paler than usual, her black spiky hair less alive, and there were bags under her red rimmed eyes. I instantly felt guilty. She was trying so hard to be strong for everyone around her, but never thought of herself. Nobody was comforting Alice, myself included.

"Oh, Edward, I was j-just g-g-going to the b-bathroom." She stuttered, looking down. My chest hurt seeing Alice unhappy. I couldn't think of any comforting words without seeming awkward, so I reached down and hugged her, silently promising her it was going to be okay, even if I didn't think so myself. She hugged me back quickly breaking down again. I waited, and just let her cry it all out on my shirt. Her sobs quieted and she was starting to breathe normally again, so I pulled back. I was wiping away the extra tears left on her cheeks, while she gave me a weak smile.

"It's okay, Alice, I understand." I nodded, offering a small smile, which she returned. "Did you know you are one of the strongest people I've met?" I asked, serious. She shook her head. "It's true," I assured her. "I love you, Ali. If you need anything, don't hesitate, I'll be there for you no matter what I'm going through, okay?" She nodded. I kissed her cheek and gestured for her to take a shower first. She tried to reach up to me, but was too short, so I reached down and she kissed my cheeks mumbling a thanks.

She disappeared into the bathroom, so I decided to head down for some breakfast. Downstairs I was met by Esme and Carlisle, both looking very nervous. I nodded in greeting to them both heading for the fridge.

Carlisle cleared his throat. "Um, Edward, may we have a word?" I nodded, gesturing for him to continue, while pouring some milk in my cereal. "Well," He paused, exchanging a glance with Esme. I sat at the table, in the seat next to Esme. I put a spoonful in my mouth, chewing as he continued. "Esme and I were talking and since you weren't eighteen yet…Well, we want adopt you. As our son," He finished, trying to act calm. I had this feeling like I couldn't breathe, like there was something blocking my airways. I could feel my eyes go wide and I saw Esme reach out for me, but she was blurring. My throat was aching for oxygen, but it wouldn't come. Instead, black warmed over, covering everything else.


Uh-oh. Um, yeah, you guys wanted longer chapters? Here ya go! (: Um, yeah, this has been a really bad time in the story so far don'tcha think? Review? I'd appreciate it! (: