ONE MONTH LATER

My time with the Cullens had flown by. It was still summer, though you couldn't really tell with all the overcast days, and we didn't have to go back to school for another two months.

I was. . . I was. . . happy. Yeah, I had been happy with the Cullens before, and I had known that I was lucky to have them. But, now, knowing what it's like to lose them, I couldn't explain how happy I was to be apart of a family. To actually have a place to belong. I was Esme and Carlisle's daughter. I was Rosalie and Alice's sister to dress up, which, unfortunately, they really liked to do. I was Emmett and Jasper's sister to tease and mess around with. I was Edward's. . .

What was I to Edward? I used to think of him as an older brother. Now, things were different. He almost seemed as if he was avoiding me, and when he was in the same room as me, I would catch him staring at me sometimes. But, to catch him staring, I would have to be looking. Why was I looking at Edward and noticing things about him ? I didn't do that with the rest of the family.

To add more to the mystery, Alice was acting weird. When it was one of the rare days that Edward was actually around me, she had a smile on her face. The smile was secretive, but smug. When she had that look on her face, Edward would always glare at her. I guess, he didn't like what she was thinking when she wore that smile.

I'm glad that he can't read my mind. I like to have my privacy. Sometimes, I felt bad for the others, who had no privacy from him. Other times, I felt bad for Edward who had to hear their thoughts. To know what everyone thought. . . I don't think that I would like that. No mystery to life.

Right now, though, I wouldn't mind being a mind reader because the current mystery is slowly driving me insane. I couldn't live with secretive smiles and hateful glares much longer. I trudged up two flights of stairs and onto the third floor. I knocked on the door that I was slightly afraid to enter.

"Come in," Edward replied, quietly. I opened the door and stepped in. Edward was sprawled out onto his black couch. He looked up at me and smiled, but, to me, it looked forced. I smiled back, shut the door behind me, and walked over to the couch. Edward started to sit up, but I just waved him back down. There was a small space at the bottom of the couch because one of his legs was thrown over the side of the couch, resting on the floor, while the other one, the one on the backside of the couch, was bent. I sat down and folded my legs underneath me.

Edward looked at me, expectantly, but I stayed quiet. I saw the stereo remote beside him and picked it up. I looked back at him, and he nodded his head, telling me that it was okay to turn it on. I did, and classical music flowed through the air. I relaxed some and a small smile played at my lips.

I stayed quiet for a while. I enjoyed being with Edward, even when we weren't talking. It felt natural here with him. It was sad that he avoided me because I would like to spend more time with him. There was no forced small talk or awkward silences. It was a comfortable silence.

Edward cleared his throat.

"Yes?" I asked, innocently. I was acting like I hadn't come to his room, made myself comfortable, and not said a word to him. I guess, considering his reaction, he didn't like spending time with me like I did him.

"Did you need something?"

"Not. . . exactly," I said. He looked at me confusion pulling his brow together and the corners of his mouth down.

"Then why are you here? In my room?" He asked. I untucked my legs from underneath me and pulled them up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around them and rested my chin on my knees.

"I. . . like spending time with you. . . But you seem to be avoiding me, lately." I didn't look up to see his face.

Okay, so it's your choice. You can have the real romance start here, or you can have Edward say something rude because he doesn't think its right to have a fourteen year old girl getting attached to him for reasons you'll find out if you choose the story to go that way. Review and tell me, please.

P.S. I have started a new story you might like. I really would love for you guys to read it.