I groaned again as I lay sprawled on my bed. I was bored, not just bored when you can't be bothered actually doing anything, but the boredom when you have nothing left to do. I had already played practically every game Emmett dragged me into, watched every available movie, finished my homework – yes I even done that – and Rose and Emmett had suggested I help them with something to do with a car, that didn't sound appealing so had resorted to cooking cookies, with Esme's help, I was pretty sure I had failed that miserably, by burning them. It was annoying and slightly amusing realizing that a vampire could cook better then you.

Alice had been serious in her prediction and I was now under house arrest for something I had not even done yet. It was worse then them trying to keep me away from Charlie, at least I could go to school then. Carlisle had pulled me out of school, under Edward's instructions, the day after my talk with Bella. It was Bella who I blamed for this part, it was her that had pulled off getting around her own kidnapping and now Edward wasn't taking any chances.

I suppose it would have been better if it was just Edward that was so obsessed with this, but the whole family seemed to be supporting the idea of keeping me away. I had expected Esme or even Emmett to be on my side but no, they just claimed they would make sure I wasn't bored. I laughed dryly as I thought about the fact that I was resorting to staring at my ceiling to find patterns to amuse me, even this had become familiar now.

I felt a small comfort in the fact that at least they didn't underestimate me. It was reassuring to feel that they didn't see me as a little kid to discipline, they saw me as a threat, or so I liked to tell myself. Truth be told, I had no idea as to why I was being watched like a serial killer about to make his move. So I had, using my vivid imagination, made up my own scenarios, in which I pulled off some amazing disappearing act where I somehow ended up in La Push, sitting around a bonfire like the ones Bella had told me about.

I spent most of the boring days – where I wasn't being lectured by either Carlisle or Jasper – laying on my bed imagining running around on the beach, being roped into some ridiculous game by a bunch of playful teenage boys.

I heard low voices from downstairs and ignored them; it was probably just Rose and Emmett discussing something stupid again. My curiosity got the best of me when I heard Emmett's booming laughter stop abruptly.

I got to the stairs as I heard Bella's voice demand loudly,

"What bet?"

I cringed, as I remembered the bet Jasper and Emmett had made.

I guess Jasper only started it as he was sick of being the one known for losing control. This didn't make it any easier on me though, I was still going to be the one left with no blood ties, the lonely human that wasn't allowed to meet her own father. I swallowed hard as I felt the familiar lump rise in my throat. I stopped at the edge of the stairs and closed my eyes. Then I heard Bellas voice again,

"Sure. Of course it will. I guess I could throw in a few extra homicides, if it makes Jasper happy. Why not?"

I sighed as I turned around opening my eyes, it was so like Bella. Think of others before herself. I could feel the lump rising again, and once again I swallowed and laughed, doing what I do best, covering up my feelings with laughter.

"You know Bella, you don't have to turn into a vampire to raise the homicide rate." I told her, attempting a joking tone.

Edward laughed and Bella looked thoughtful still. It scared me, I was afraid of what went through her head most of the time.

I scrutinized her carefully, trying to figure it out. Then my eyes feel on her arms, and the fact that she was cradling her hand, with a cloth over the top, no doubt full of ice.

I laughed again,

"What happened this time?" I asked her.

She looked disgruntled,

"Punched a w…, Punched Jacob."

My eyebrows shot up, I didn't know she had it in her.

"Damn Bella, what did he do?"

I saw the irritation flicker on Edwards face and I thought I knew what was coming,

"He kissed me," she said, disgusted.

"He what?" I asked in disbelief.

"And, and you just let it happen?" I asked Edward, horrified.

He shrugged, "I wasn't there, and if I was and I seriously hurt him, I don't think Bella would appreciate it."

Bella snorted and Edward rolled his eyes, something told me they had had this conversation before.

"What the hell made him think you wanted to be kissed? Wait you didn't kiss him did you?" I asked her, my mind was reeling what moronic idiot would kiss Edward Cullens girlfriend? These boys certainly had a death wish.

"Of course not!" Bella exclaimed in disgust, "I was trying to fight him off," she told me, holding up her hand.

"Did you hurt him?" I asked. I hoped she broke his nose or something.

"No," Bella said, sounding annoyed, "he didn't even flinch."

I laughed at her expression, "Next time try using a bat or something,"

Carlisle sat Bella down onto the sofa and started to examine her hand. I sat down on an arm chair opposite and watched, since there was nothing else to do.

I felt the irritation creep back into me as Carlisle confirmed that it was indeed a broken hand. He set to work putting a brace on it, since Bella told him a cast wasn't needed. I sat watching for a while and became increasingly annoyed; I was bored, but it wasn't as if there was anything else to do.

I let out my breath in a puff and Edward looked at me, I saw the annoyance flash across his features and the curiosity in his eyes as he tried, unsuccessfully, to read the meaning behind the soft sound that had escaped my lips. I knew that he longed to ask the question, no doubt burning just behind his lips. He had stopped asking me long ago after he figured out that I, unlike Bella, was not about to spill my secrets to him. I ignored him for the most part until he irritated me enough and I made something up, which just annoyed him more.

Sitting here, in my own living hell, though was one of the rare times I wanted him to hear what was screaming through my head.

"This isn't fair," I said, huffing again.

He raised his eyebrows at me and Bella looked confused.

"I'm stuck here, bored to death, and Bella gets to go around punching people. That's hardly fair." I clarified.

Edward chuckled,

"He kissed me, and I ended up with a broken hand," Bella defended herself, pointing down to her hand.

"Wanna trade?" I asked her.

She just shook her head and Carlisle chuckled.

I sighed, yet again, and turned to Carlisle as he finished with Bellas hand and proceeded to pack up his things.

"When am I off house arrest?" I asked him.

"You're not on house arrest April," he replied calmly.

I frowned, "so I'm allowed out of the house,"

Now it was Edwards turn to sigh,

"April please," he started, but I wasn't going to let him finish,

"No why should I be sitting here, twiddling my thumbs while Bella is out punching and kissing people and who knows what else."

Bella gave me an offended look,

I tried to keep the angry look on my face but Bella looked crestfallen,

"Sorry," I mumbled softly and turned away.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes from the unfairness and irritation that had been building up lately.

I could feel Edward and Carlisle having a silent conversation beside me, but I looked away from this as well.

"I don't know…" Edward finally said slowly, I looked up to see Carlisle looking at him, trying to convince him of something. I didn't let my hopes get too high, I knew I would just be setting myself up for disappointment once again.

I allowed myself another look when Alice walked into the room; I could feel the hope bubbling in my chest and tried to keep it down. Edward looked down at me and I saw the indecision in his eyes.

He shook his head slightly and disappointment flooded my features once again, it amazed me that I still had the hope left. Then Bella soft voice spoke,

"Edward," she said, holding his arm. He looked down cautiously,

"It's not safe," he said just as softly.

Bella glanced at me and back at Edward, she seemed to be making a decision,

"What if it was only at Charlie's? It would get her out of the house and she wouldn't have to go near La Push."

I made a funny sound in my throat and everyone looked at me,

"Like I want to go near mouth rapists," I told them.

I heard Emmett chuckle from the next room.

Edward still looked indecisive,

"You could be there Edward, what's going to happen?"

I rolled my eyes then, like he wouldn't be there anyway.

Edward just looked at Alice, she shrugged, and he sighed. I jumped up and made to run and hug Bella, Edward seeing my enthusiasm as I bad sign pulled Bella out of the way and I ended up on the floor. I frowned up at Edward,

"Not nice," I tried to grumble at him but I was too happy, I approached Bella more cautiously this time and hugged her.

"Thank you," I told her.

Soon after Edward took Bella home, with nothing left to do I made my way to my room. I took my time getting ready for bed; I had a long shower, brushed my hair thoroughly and even spent extra time picking out the pajamas I wanted to wear. Though just as I had suspected when I finally lay down on the bed I was too full of energy to sleep, I just laid there, tracing the familiar patterns on my roof with my eyes.

I tried counting in my head, and gave up when I got to 30; I had no idea why people always told you to do that. I tried to think of things that made me sleepy, the only thing that came to mind was school and I didn't exactly have that at a ready I hadn't even been there for a while, I amused myself for a while as I thought of what my followers were doing without me, hopefully they found someone else to stalk, maybe they would leave me alone when I got back – if I ever went back – this cheered me up slightly. I remembered that I was happy that I had been pulled out of school at first as I had missed the dance that I was dreading so much. That happiness turned to irritation quickly as I realized I wasn't even allowed to go shopping, Alice and Rosalie had done it for me. Tomorrow I would finally be allowed out of my prison. Tomorrow I would be able to see something else besides the now boring forest surrounding it. Tomorrow… this wasn't helping me get to sleep; it was just waking me up more with the excitement swirling through my body.

I rolled over and saw the clock flashing 2:46, I groaned I really didn't want to be a zombie if I was going to be seeing Charlie tomorrow, I wanted him to have a better impression of me.

Though Edward assured me he didn't think badly of me, just that I was a very enthusiastic person, I was sure he was exaggerating that a bit. It was probably more along the lines of annoying, talkative, maybe intimidating, which was how mum always described me, why hadn't I listened to her advice? Oh right, I remembered now as I felt a pang of pain rip through me, I was trying to block those memories out, the memories of her on some beach that she dragged me to, of her trying to act cool in front of the friends I met on the many holidays, of sharing our secrets in bed, giving me a hot chocolate when I couldn't sleep at night… wait, when I couldn't sleep? Wasn't that what was happening now? How had I not remembered that?

I felt the sadness threatening to break through in the tears building up behind my eyes, oh right that's why.

I gave myself a few minutes to calm down, swallowing to keep the tears behind my eyes, before I hopped out of bed and made my way down the stairs.

I hoped we had some hot chocolate, I was pretty sure I would break down if we didn't. Luckily I found some at the front of the cupboard, how did they know these things about me?

I clicked the kettle on and walked over to the fridge to get the milk, I felt a carton and walked back over to me waiting cup. Then I felt a strong hand on my arm, the breath caught in my throat and I felt faint, believe it or not I still hadn't gotten used to living with vampires, who didn't sleep at night.

The strong hand let go of my arm and grabbed the carton instead, I put my hands on the counter to keep myself up and took a few shaky breaths, turning around to see Edward looking shocked.

"Why the hell were you going to put blood in your mug?" he demanded, he had an expression I couldn't figure out on his face, fear maybe.

"B…blood?" I stuttered I was confused, why would I put blood in my hot chocolate?

"Yes, blood," he said, holding up the carton with a black label clearing marker on the front of it in big bold letters, BLOOD.

"Oh, I thought it was milk," and this was when I wasn't even tired.

He looked relieved and in a second had replaced the carton with a white one, handing it to me.

"Thanks," I muttered and went to grab the kettle.

"What are you making?" he asked curiously.

I sighed; I could tell from the tone in his voice that this conversation wouldn't be short,

"Hot chocolate,"

"Why?"

Yep there it was, he wanted to know exactly the way my mind works, though I couldn't see how what I ate came into it.

"Because I couldn't sleep,"

"And this will help you," he questioned.

"Has in the past," I told him, as I finished making it and turned towards him, with it in my hand, taking a sip.

"Hmm," he said, all thoughtful like.

Another sigh from me, I wanted to go to bed but I hated getting that answer, there was always something behind it, I took another sip.

"What?" I asked him.

"Well…I just can't see how it would help." He told me truthfully.

I frowned; I thought about how best to put it, another sip.

"I guess it's the warmth," I told him, he didn't seem any less confused, "I like the warmth, it's comforting, it's relaxing, it makes me feel…content." I told him, it was the best I could describe.

He seemed to accept that explanation, though his forehead didn't straighten out, I finished of my drink, leaving the yucky stuff at the bottom of the mug.

"Why don't you just drink coffee?" he asked me, finally.

I scrunched up my nose, "'coz I don't like coffee, and it's full of caffeine, not really the best thing when your trying to sleep."

He nodded slowly, "Makes sense,"

I nodded sleepily in return, finally feeling the adrenaline calm down and the lethargy wash over me.

I looked longingly at the stairs, wanting to curl up in bed now.

"Oh, I will let you go to bed now." Edward told me, "We don't want Charlie to see you with bags under your eyes."

All I could do was nod again and head towards the stairs.

"Oh and April," Edward called from the kitchen, "Next time why don't you just ask someone?"

I nodded one last time and walked quicker towards the stairs to escape him.

I walked past Alice's room to see her and Jasper kissing softly, I would usually be gagging right now, maybe it was the sleep catching up with me, or maybe it's Jasper, but instead I felt like sighing in contentment. Maybe it was just that I longed for that with someone as well, not that I was willing to admit it to anyone, much less myself.

I fell asleep dreaming of the time when I would find the guy worth giving my life to.

…

I spent the next day hanging around Charlie's small house, it was nothing compared to the Cullens house but somehow I felt more comfortable here and right now I was just glad for a change from my three story prison.

Charlie had escaped down to La Push, claiming to go fishing with Billy; I suspected it was partly just to get away from my constant chatter. I wondered how we could be so different in personality, maybe it was meant to be that way, maybe I was making up for his silences – well that's what I told myself anyway.

Bella was trying hard to entertain me, she knew how bored I had been and seemed to have made it her mission to help me out. So she 'happily' let me paint her nails and do her hair in crazy hairstyles I had stolen out the many trashy magazines I collected– many of which I was not game to try on myself.

Edward sat in the corner trying to act like he enjoyed this, though we all knew he was just there as a precaution, I was offended that he still seemed to think I wanted to go to La Push after seeing the delusional acts that were pulled by the obnoxious native teenagers. It worried me to think of what Alice may have seen in my future.

I had just finished Bella's last nail and told her not to move, Edward didn't seem to want to leave Bella's side so I was the one that ended up climbing down the stairs to get more snacks.

I was at the bottom step, about to turn into the kitchen when the door bell rang. I heard Bella trying to move upstairs and to save my hard work on her nails I yelled up to her,

"I got it,"

I jumped down the last stair and yanked the door open.

A very tall, muscular man stood in the doorway, well at least that was my first impression however as I got past the chiseled body to the face I realized it wasn't a man, but a teenager.

This man, or teenager, was practically jumping in anticipation. He hadn't even seemed to see me standing there he was looking anxiously over my shoulder,

"Bella here?" he asked, still straining to look behind the door, the enthusiasm on his face gave him the effect of a being small boy, it was very amusing.

I ignored him and took the time to study him for myself; his ivory skin was wet from the rain, his short, messy hair sticking to his face, he was very attractive.

"Hmm," I said finishing my assessment, "So you're the jerk that broke me sister's hand?"

He didn't say anything, still concentrating on looking for the said sister, though a mischievous smile grew on his face, making him look even better. I could feel the blush creep up my face, I was glad he wasn't looking at me.

I made an impatient sound and was just about to follow my own advice and find Charlie's baseball bat when he spoke,

"Nop," he said, making a popping sound on the p. "I'm that jerks best mate,"

Suddenly there was a second guy standing next to him, not as tall but certainly as intimidating,

"Well so he likes to think," the second guy spoke. He at least had the courtesy to look at me.

The other guy seemed to take the hint and finally looked at me; well more like checked me out. He started from my designer shoes and worked his way up. I silently cursed at myself when he saw the low cut top I was wearing. A smirk seemed to form on his lips and I crossed my arms feeling self conscious.

I could hear Edward growl from inside, he was standing just behind the door, though I hadn't heard him approach.

The first guy either didn't hear him or didn't care.

The second guy looked uncomfortable,

"Quil Ateara," he told me, "And this," he said, shoving the other in the ribs, "Is Embry Call,"

It seemed that he finally took the hint as he peeled his eyes away from me and glared at the Quil instead.

"Uh…" I said not quite sure how to respond, "April Sw…Cul…" I wasn't sure whether they knew or not so I smiled, "April,"

Embry had the smirk back on his face as he turned slowly back to me, then his eyes found my face and the smirk fell off his face. He looked at me with another expression, one I couldn't quite explain, though I knew it freaked me out so I turned to Quil instead.

He seemed just as uncomfortable and rubbed the back of his neck,

"Well we just wanted to see if Bella was alright." He said, sounding unsure.

"Uhh…" I wasn't sure what to say. I wanted to shout at them to tell them that thanks to their 'best mate' she was certainly not ok. But the words got caught in my throat as I glanced at Embry again, he stood there looking shocked and slightly awed at the same time, it was making me feel exposed and I shifted uncomfortably.

Edward seemed to decide it was time to save me. He pulled the door open and put a hand on my shoulder,

"I will be sure to tell her," He said eyeing them off, with a disgusted and slightly confused look on his face.

The two men, or boys, standing in the doorway seemed to return the expression of disgust, Quil openly wrinkled his nose, like a bad smell had wafted out and Embry looked angry. He was looking at Edwards hand on my shoulder like he wanted to rip it off.

My eyes grew wide as he started to shake visibly. What the hell was going on? The boy that was rudely checking me out a minute ago was angry? For what? I couldn't think of anything I had done or said, but he was looking at me like he was seeing red.

"I think it's time to go," Edward said, looking at Quil. Quil just nodded and turned for the steps, Embry still stood there glaring at Edward and glancing back at me every few seconds.

Quil sighed and turning back around grabbed Embry by the shoulder. I didn't see what happened after that as Edward closed the door. He turned to look at me concerned,

"Are you ok?" he asked.

I just nodded; I was still trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Bella came running down the stairs then, tripping in her rush.

"What did they want," She asked when she had reached the last step.

"To see you," Edward replied,

"Then why didn't I speak to them?" She asked him, obviously confused.

"Ah," Edwards's eyes flickered to me, before looking at Bella, "They got a bit distracted," he finally said.

"Oh," was Bella's genius response, she seemed to be holding something back. But I blamed that thought on my paranoid mind. Jumbled thoughts were still floating through it, mainly questions. I was still standing there, trying to figure out whether I had said something offensive, surely not all teenage boys are like that. No one as ever reacted to me like that before.

My mind was still tumbling around and around in confusing circles, like a washing machine, that I only caught the end of what looked like a silent conversation going on between Bella and Edward.

Bella turned and smiled at me,

"I kind of ruined the nail polish," she told me guiltily.

I blinked a couple of times, figuring out what she was saying.

"Oh, nail polish right, well we are going to have to fix this." I told her, shaking my head and pulling her back up the stairs.

The rest of the afternoon Bella tried to think of various ways to entertain me; she even suffered through an action movie that I had picked from Emmett's collection. The whole time my mind was still tumbling around and around with the unanswered question, so I couldn't really concentrate on anything. Though if Bella and Edward noticed anything different the only signs they showed were quick glances at one another every so often.

I started to wonder if my mind was too hyperactive, and a little paranoid. Maybe that was just the way Embry usually acted, Quil or Edward didn't seem too concerned.

A tiny part of my mind hoped that he wasn't like that all the time, that he was better then that, that maybe…

I quickly squashed these thoughts; I didn't want to be having them about someone so confusing, so angry. I shuddered away as I remember the look on his face, the way his whole body seemed to shake.

What had I done? What did I say? Why was he so angry?

Again and again my mind turned these thoughts over and over, changing them around, thinking of something else, though again and again I came back to the same question. What was wrong with me?

"More popcorn?" Bella asked, snapping me back out of my thoughts. I smiled thanks at her and grabbed a handful. We sat back and watched as a totally fake fight scene ensued on the TV.

i got lost in the movie, though i knew as soon as i had time to think my mind would be the confusing jumble of a washing machine again.

A/N

im realli sorry it took so long to update, but the website was under mechanic or something and woodnt let me get onto the log in page. i no dat was a realli bad excuse, but i changed my mind like 50 times about this chapter as it pretti much is the start of the actual plot of the story, i no use r all sighing in relief and saying finally.

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