A/N: Naaa What's up doc? OK, so it seems to have been a while since I posted, huh? But after much insistence from one reader/friend of mine, I felt I could post a chapter two days sooner than planned. Now, much has been decided since the last time I posted. I realized that posting every two days is the wrong thing to do because the most thing I want from this story is reviews and two days is simply not enough time. That being said, I have moved my update date (hmm that's repetitive) to Sunday since I'll have school now. (I hate the fact we start school so early here.) Anyways, Fanfiction's system freaked this past week and that made very sad because I only got two reviews last chapter. But thank you to those who did. I love them. In case that wasn't clear enough.

Disclaimer: Knock Knock

Who's there?

I own

I own who?

I own this joke but I don't own Twilight

Hahahahahahahaha! Wait, that's not funny! I feel jipped.

12. Freak Show

"It's the only way…."

I stared at Jasper for a moment, completely disbelieving. "You have to be shitting me, dude."

He grinned suddenly. "Well, duh. You can't actually believe I'd do that."

My stare turned into an appraising glance. "If there was anybody who would send someone to a mental institution, it would be you Jaz."

He frowned. "How do you figure?"

I rolled my eyes, shifting to face him better on the couch in my living room. It was a rare sunny dare in Forks, still nice and cool, just a tad bit more cheerful. "Emmett wouldn't know the first thing about that. I mean, come on? He befriended that homeless guy who talked to his hand in Port Angeles, remember? And he actually believed the hand talked back! Alice, well no offense, Jasper, and as much as it pains me to say it," I placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. "She's crazy. Manic shopping depressive. I'm sorry to have to tell you that. Rose? Well, she would simply yell at the psycho in question to snap out of it. Has about as much tact as my dear brother." I sighed, and looked away folding my hands in my lap and forcing the words to come out. "And then, of course, you have Edward. Now, in normal circumstances I'd say you and him would be the ones but this is me, remember. Edward's good at reading people. But I'm the exception. And since I am the psycho in question, it would be you who'd force me. Besides, people's expressions and their mental wave lengths, don't exude insanity as much as emotions. And you have a very strong emotion detector, not to be confused with a motion detector. Completely different, but you catch my drift?"

He stared at me, stunned. I may have spoken rather fast. Was it hard for him to keep up? But then his eyes narrowed. "Alice is not crazy!" I smiled. Good, he'd followed.

"So why are you really here? Not that I dislike seeing your face or whatever, it's quite face-ish as far as they go, but you don't usually come alone."

"I have a very face-ish face?" He raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged. "What kind of adjective would you use?"

"I don't know, you're the reader. But wouldn't handsome or stunning be more…appropriate."

I frowned at the criticism. I found the adjective rather lovely. "Why are you here, again?"

"Alright, calm down Bells. I was wondering if you would accompany me somewhere…."

"The fair?!" I exclaimed, incredulous. "You've brought me to the fair?"

Jasper shrugged. "I prefer the term carnival better, but, you know, potato pot-ah-to."

"And why are we here?" I glanced around, the bright colors clashing magnificently, a big banner announcing, The 40th Anniversary of Port Angeles. A ferris wheel loomed in the distance, like a big wheel of carny cheese or a mini moon that had landed on our planet. Venders sold hot dogs on a stick, deep fried foods everywhere you turned, a cart full of ice for snow cones.

Jasper smiled kindly. "Just thought you could used something different." And I certainly could. We rode many a ride, took pictures in those cardboard cut outs of Homer Simpson (Jasper) and Sponge Bob Square Pants (me). Where they held any connection? I don't know. Perhaps because they are both yellow. We'd just bought two giant sticks of cotton candy, when something caught Jasper's attention. His eyes widened in astonishment and then he turned back to look at me, trying to hide his panic.

"Come on Bells! Why don't we go home. It's been a long day. I bet you're exhausted." My brow furrowed.

"What's going on Jaz?"

"Nothing!" he insisted too quickly. "Nothing at all. Just ah...just ah.... Bella, no!" But it was too late. I was already past him and walking down the dirt road. It didn't take long to realize what had shocked him so much. A projection screen over by the Freak Show booth flashed pictures and my blush intensified to a point I thought incapable, even for me, and I was Blushing Tag Champion.

For there, on the screen, was take after take of my clumsiness. All the footage had been taken at school. Some even I didn't remember. And then my heart stopped as the credits came on.

An Edward Cullen Production

I stared, uncomprehending, as though by watching I could somehow change the name into something different. Could Edward have video taped my every foible and paraded it around a fair? That didn't seem like him at all. And since when did he even produce movies?

"Hey Jasper, Bella!" a chipper voice trilled and I knew instantly, without looking, who it was.

"Alice," I acknowledged, nodding very slightly without turning her way.

"What's going-" A gasp escaped her lips as the she watched the movie replay itself. It wasn't that long, only five minutes, but that seemed to be enough for it had attracted the attention of many a passer-by. Including people from school. "Edward?" she squeaked helplessly.

"Edward," I heard Jasper confirm in a grim voice. "But why?"

"Yes," I muttered. "But why?"

I heard movement behind me and suddenly Emmett and Rosalie had joined us. They were silent as they watched what had captured our attention so completely, but once Edward's name flashed on the screen for the third time in my presence they began shouting. All three of them. Slanders. Cuss words. Insults. Only me and Jasper were silent, looking at each other in helpless confusion. Because neither of us believed Edward would do such a thing. Ever. Not even on his worst enemy…Mike…Tanya….

And in that I knew. Who on this earth would want to sabotage any semblance of a relationship we had between each other? Who would be conniving enough to do research on me and find out that perhaps I had another interest? Tanya, of course! Because if she was stalkerish enough to have a shrine for Edward and follow him out of the state, my guess was she could track down James and plant in his head that he now had competition. And videotape my every blunder. Jasper nodded in confirmation, not in direct communication with my thoughts, but agreeing that Edward was not at fault.

"Well well well….Who have we here? Not innocent little Isabella and her group of goody- too- shoe friends. But where's your beau, Bella? Why isn't your little Eddie here?"

I narrowed my eyes at Tanya who was being tagged by the other leech. Only I call him that, missy. But I simply asked, "how?"

Her lips curled up at the ends, reminding me of the Grinch when he hatched a particularly ghastly plan. Mike jumped around like a Mexican Jumping Bean or like he was going to pee his pants…. 'Twas a mystery I didn't care to solve. "Ah, that's the brilliance of it, isn't it? It wasn't hard to keep track of dear Edward. The last time I spoke to him, before you had arrived, I put a bug on him. A little microphone in his jean pocket. Of course, it was pure luck that he happened to wear those jeans the day you had to invade his life, so the fact that you happened to confess your klutziness and that you had a 'friend' named James, was complete and utter wonderful coincidence." She smiled wider.

"And it took you this long to track down James?" I asked in disbelief.

Her smile deflated and she scowled. "Alaska is a large state, idiot. Of course it would take a while. Not to mention I had to wire the school to film you in your," she smirked evilly at the video that was playing a particularly bad fall. It made me wince. "Shining Glory. And I had little help from the butt munch." She rolled her eyes at Mike. "Because of his pathetic lack in brains, so it was basically all me. But it was all worth it. Edward won't go anywhere near you and I had you and your little friends doubting him. How can you ever face him again? How can you ever trust him again?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Did you make James say something to Edward?"

"Make?!" She blinked actually surprised, then smiled again. "Of course not. I just formed the foundation. Befriended James, found out he liked you, and told him to go get you. His plans broke your own friendship with Edward, so if you think about it, it's really his own fault. Not mine."

I smiled bitterly. "You're right. You have about as much responsibility as the guy who hires the hit man." I glanced at the now whimpering Mike. "What's with him?"

Tanya threw him a disgusted glance. "Didn't have enough stomach to pull off this latest attempt. I suppose he was right when he said you wouldn't believe Edward would do this, but right now, I don't really care. I've achieved my main goal. No more you and Edward. Isn't life grand?"

I laughed. "You actually think I won't go see Edward now? It was all a simple misunderstanding that I plan to rectify. I don't care what James said. He's gone now. His presence won't be a bother anymore."

Tanya stared at me in horror. "James left?! That miserable excuse of a human being left?! Why? Why would he do that?"

"Because he was tired of working for you. As I'm sure your beloved cousin is now. Bye bye Tanya. It was nice talking with you."

And I ran away, toward a destination that I didn't know of until it came into view. The white mansion stood there innocently and I felt such a relief at the sight, I nearly fell down. I reached the porch to relax, but alas, my heart would not rest for I now was faced with an even greater challenge than running a mile to someone's house.

I now had to speak with the object of my affections and fix the damage that had occurred on the house of love. Oh how poetic I am!

A/N: Yes. OK. We're getting somewhere, huh? Yep, Tanya's a nutcase. And a very cliched villian. But then this is a very cliche story, so she fits right in! Do you think dear Bella and Edward will be able to hire construction workers and repair the foundations of friendship? Do you think they'll pay extra to add on a roof of love? Who knows? Aside from me. But I won't say until that chapter pops up. So stay tuned, my readers, and bear in mind that I have vaguely stated when they will become a couple. If they become a couple....Dun dun dun.....Oh, and this seems even more redundant but please: REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVEIW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW