A/N: Sorry it's been so, so long but I've had a busy past few… weeks. Yeah, and I'm still caught up in a hectic life, so you know what I did? I started another story, After Afterall. Yeah, that's me.

Anyway, this is just a bunch of drabble chapters, this story. I write whenever. Whenever I have time and want to.

Disclaimer: Well, the characters, as much as I love them… Are not mine but they are very, very OOC. Hell, who ever heard Edward cuss so much in the novels?

I sure didn't.

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(Edward POV)

I can't leave her alone. I don't know why. Maybe it's the other way around, she can't leave me alone, even though I am the one who keeps running back to her. Literally.

Yeah, I ran. After her. Down the street. Hell, it's snowing too. I don't care.

I'm stupid.

I know she's gone, but I'm still looking for her.

I messed up completely. I got mad.

I get mad a lot.

I always take it out on someone or something.

I didn't want to upset her or show her my anger. I'm just that much of an asshole. Really, I didn't mean to!

I walked home first, and then I couldn't even go inside after just departing her like that. So I turned and ran.

Here's my problem: I don't know where she lives. Honestly, I have absolutely no clue. The snow helps me a bit, I see footprints on the ground beneath me, but I don't know what ones belong to her.

I didn't meet her and ask, "Hey, what size are your shoes and what to their bottoms look like?"

No, because I'm stupid.

Even if I were smart, I don't think I ask about her shoes though. That's just a bit weird. Even for me.

None of that stops me from looking for her though.

Bella where are you?

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After an hour, I'm frozen. Literally, my nose probably has snotsicles hanging down it. Nasty, who cares?

I go home, get inside, slump on the couch and defrost my ass.

My teeth are chattering.

Alice comes in the room but I don't know when. I'm to busy staring at the floor.

"How'd that go?" She asks, walking over to me. I can hear her footsteps, the little pitter patter of her feet.

"Whaddya think?" I question in reply and tilt my head to look at her. "I screwed up, like always."

"Did she like your music? She must have unless she's completely brain dead." Alice laughs to herself.

I growl. "She's not brain dead, don't insult her."

"Whoa," Alice holds her hands up defensively. "Protective much?"

I look back to the floor. "Just shut up," I grumble.

I feel the couch cushions sink down. My sister is sitting beside me and she pats my shoulder. "Then what went wrong?"

"I was myself." My teeth clench. "How can you think it could have possibly have had a good outcome?"

That's kind of a lie. I mean, I was myself and I couldn't say if Bella likes that or not, she's very hard for me to read. I still barely know her too.

What I mean is, we almost had a good outcome until I flipped. It wasn't her fault for asking the question; I honestly ask myself it pretty much everyday. No, it's my fault for not wanting to talk about it and freaking out.

I felt guilty.

It's like a freaking smack in the face.

I know I failed my parents.

I know I did. I know. I don't need to be reminded.

And even though Bella didn't intentionally mean to remind me, she did and it made me feel guilty. Like the bad guy and I know I'm the bad guy. I always was.

It's just with Bella; I don't want to be the bad guy. I don't want to be who I am, I want to be who I always dreamed of.

Happy, for a start.

But no, stupid ol' me had to ruin everything.

"She should love ya to bits then." Alice murmurs.

"Stop." I hiss.

"What?"

"Stop trying to make everything okay." I sit up. "You're my little sister. I don't need you taking care of my sorry ass. It's bad enough I live with you!"

"Edward," Alice shakes her head.

"Don't even start."

"Fine then. Tell me what went wrong."

Back to this are we?

"I got mad." I sigh in defeat.

"Why?" My sister questions me.

"You know me, Alice." I laugh humourlessly. "I'm a freaking spazz."

"I can't really deny that." She admits. "But I thought you liked this girl, a lot."

"I do. That's why I'm upset." I groan. "I hate myself."

"Don't." Alice pleads. "Edward, everyone makes mistakes. Everyone takes the wrong turn sometimes."

"Yeah, I take a lot of wrong turns. And if I turn the same way each time, I'm a square. A square that just repeats and repeats…"

"So break the path." She cut me off.

"Huh?" I entreat.

She shrugs; I see it out of the corner of my eye. "Make things right. I know you can."

"I want to." I admit shyly.

"Look, we aren't arguing. This girl must be an angel."

"She is." I nod. "I barely know her, but I know that."

"She's clearly meant to be around you if you can't get her out of your head and you don't really know her."

"I can't leave her alone." I confess. "I don't know why. I need to make amends."

Wow, I haven't cussed in a while. I don't want to either.

"Okay," Alice nods. "So do it."

"How?" I ask, pleading for an answer.

"For starters…" Alice gets up and hands me the phone off the coffee table. "Check our call history. Didn't she call?"

I nod.

My sister smiles at me. "Then you have her number."

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A/N: This Edward is complicating to write. Ha ha.

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