A/n: i'm such a horrible person. i'm totally neglecting this story and i feel so bad. everythings so weird lately. i'm in the process of finding a new job, trying to get over my senior-itis, and get over the crush i think i have on one of my guy friends. ugh.

if you forgive me, you should totally review.-hint hint-

I hadn't really given much thought as to what to expect when I got off the plane in Seattle. So when I saw someone running at me at an almost inhuman speed, I'll admit it, I flinched. And when said person collided with me…yeah, that kinda hurt.

I suddenly wasn't on solid ground, and I was no longer attached to Edward. Usually, I would attribute this type of behavior to Emmett, but since he was with me on the flight, I was pretty sure he wasn't this excited to see me. I looked down, trying to decipher who had just attacked me and stolen me from my boyfriend in front of baggage claim.

I was met with caramel colored hair.

"Esme?!" I shrieked, half hysterical. I was hallucinating, right? I had to be.

My entire picture of this woman was shattered into a million pieces in less than thirty seconds. The Esme I knew would never do a thing like this. She was calm and collected and always in control of her emotions. As well as her actions.

I was put back on the ground, and before I knew it, Esme's hands unwrapped themselves from around my waist and her hands were now holding my face. I was frightened. This wasn't like the motherly figure I had come to know just one year before. What had gotten into her?

I stared at her, waiting for something, anything, to happen. But she just stood there, smiling brightly, holding my face in her hands like there was no tomorrow.

"Thank you," she whispered suddenly. Her voice was so sincere and held so much emotion I knew that if she were human she'd be sobbing.

I frowned in confusion. "Um, you're welcome?" I hadn't a clue what she was thanking me for, but I thought it would be polite to give her some kind of answer.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you Bella?"

"Not a clue," I answered.

"Oh, Bella," she sighed, "I never thought I'd see you again."

I was still frowning. "So what was the thanking for?"

"Thank you for coming back. Thank you for bringing my son home. Thank you for everything."

"You give me too much credit," I said, blushing.

"I missed you, Bella."

And then she was hugging me again. I looked over her shoulder and gave Edward a pleading look. I was silently begging him to get his mother off of me. Not that I didn't want her hugging me or anything. It's just that she was hogging me. I had yet to even see the rest of the family.

"Okay, Mom," Edward said, coming up beside us and attempting to detach us. "I think that's enough love for Bella."

Esme let me go, with a great deal of reluctance. She smiled at me once more, then walked away. But not before mumbling something about Edward getting all of my attention.

Edward grabbed my hand and led me the rest of the family. We stopped in front of Alice and Jasper. Poor Alice, I thought. She was bouncing like a five-year-old on Christmas morning. I could she wanted to do to me exactly what her mother had.

I shook Edward's hand out of my grip and held my arms out. I sighed dramatically and said, "Come here, Alice."

She gave a delighted squeal and ran into my arms. If we weren't out in public, I was positive that she would have picked me up and twirled me around. I thanked god we were still in the airport. She squeezed me tightly – almost too tightly – and then let me go.

"I think we shouldn't have lied to your father. You should have just stayed here and spent the week with Esme and I."

Edward growled a little and pulled me close once more.

I tried to push away, but couldn't. "I think your sister has a point, Edward."

He looked at me, confused. "What?"

I smirked. "I'm just saying…"

"So, you would have rather gone shopping in Seattle than go to Rio?"

"Maybe," I shrugged.

Edward glared playfully. "You're evil."

"Well, you're a monster, but I don't go pointing it out all the time."

Edward was about to retort, but Alice interjected. "Stop it. You're worse than…well, I don't know who you're worse than, but just stop it, all right?"

Edward and I just shrugged and turned back to the other couple. I seemed to finally notice Jasper, then.

"Hey Jasper," I said.

"Hi," he replied.

"What? Are you going to give me a hug, or are you afraid you'll try to attack me again?"

He winced a little and I looked around, confused. Jasper should have known by now that I wasn't holding a grudge against him for what happened on my birthday. And if he didn't know, then he should have been able to at least feel that I didn't have any resentment toward him.

"What? Too soon?" I asked, but then he laughed.

Edward surrendered me once again to one of his family members. Jasper stepped forward and hugged me, rather reluctantly at first. But when he realized he was stronger than he thought, he held me a little tighter.

I said hello to Carlisle next, hugged him quickly, and then moved onto the one and only Cullen who I hadn't seen yet. Well, technically she was a Hale, but whatever. That's getting too technical.

Rosalie stood there, a smug smile plastered on her gorgeous face.

"What?" I asked, though I was a little wary.

And then her face turned mocking. "I told you so."

I refrained myself from saying something completely sarcastic and rude. Instead, I smiled, blushed a little, and grabbed onto Edward's hand.

"That felt good," Rose said, smiling smugly again. "I think I'll say it again. I told you so."

And again, I was refraining myself from the comments. And sticking my tongue out like a child. It was tempting, though, I'm not going to lie.

X.X.X.X

After many arguments (most of them coming from me), I ended up in the Mercedes with Esme and Alice. Yeah, no Edward. Apparently it would be too weird for us to pull up to Charlie's house with my boyfriend (who was still my ex according to Charlie, and everyone else in Forks). Whatever.

I slumped in the backseat and tried not to remember the last time I was sitting here. I couldn't help but see the irony at the fact that the last time I'd ridden in this car I was forced to be separated from Edward, also. Oh yeah, definitely ironic. And while I was dwelling on this, I didn't even bother to observe that Alice was getting more and more impatient to get to my house.

We pulled up to Charlie's house and even before I could unbuckle my seatbelt, my door was being thrown open and Alice was eagerly awaiting my freedom from the confines of the car. I sighed heavily (more for dramatics than anything, though) and held out my hand for her to pull me out. It was much easier than trying to step out myself, and I knew I would have hurt myself in some way or another.

Charlie met us halfway. He smiled at me, glad to see that I was returned unscathed and then greeted Esme and Alice.

"Charlie, guess what?!" Alice gushed, obviously unable to keep it in any longer.

He chuckled softly. "What Alice?"

"We're moving back to Forks!"

"What?!" My father and I shrieked at the same time.