Ehhh I baaaack. But I have writers block && i know where i want this to go, but dont know how to get there?

make any sense?

Oh well... bleach is bad... i bleached my pretty pink jogging pants. :[

But here's the story enjoyyyy


It's been a day; exactly 24 hours 18 minuets and 5 seconds, since Sam and I opened the door to my family's home. The welcome wasn't exactly warm- Esme seemed to understand my reasoning for everything, Carlisle was happy that I was happy and had full recognition of my past, while everyone else seemed upset in a way. Rosalie was mostly pissed that Sam thought she was a shallow, pompous, diva; Emmett was upset about Bella, though Jasper shared everyone's mixed emotions, he seemed to understand. Alice, my dear pixie sister Alice, was livid; I am lucky to still be living, well to still be the living dead. Sam had to interfere and put Alice in her place. I have to admit, it was kind of hot watching Sam tell Alice off, no one, I mean no one tells Alice how it's going to be and Sam did it without the smallest flinch.

I have not seen Bella since I have been home. From Alice's thoughts, it seems her future disappeared- that means one thing- La Push. Though, my hate for the imbecile dogs was unrelenting, I understood Bella's need for a strong shoulder. I killed her, tore her heart out. Jacob- her best friend, my enemy, in her eyes would help her.

I, in part, regret doing what I did to Bella, but, I could not deny this vehemence I feel with Sam. I once dreamed of a family with this woman, a life, a future, and it was all forgotten. Bella, I have concluded, was just an understudy, she masked my true, inter-most emotions from what they direly needed- Samantha.

"What's on your my mind?" Sam questioned when she waltzed into my old room.

"I'm just thinking about everything that's going on in our lives right now."

"Bella?" she suggested, with a sly, knowing smirk.

I didn't know how to reply, so I just nodded. She walked gracefully so she was next to me, carefully running her hand across my shoulders, making her way in a circle so she was now standing to my right. She then took her place on my lap.

"You should call her. I know she means a lot to you, you still care about her. Try to salvage a friendship, I can handle that."

"I doubt she'd want to talk to me."

"Make her listen then. She'd be a fool to let you go completely. You and her were never meant to be, but you were meant to be in each others lives. Though I think once…" Samantha trailed off. "Never mind."

"Never mind? Once what? Sam don't play these secretive games with me. You know how I detest them," I growled.

"You know what I am, I foresaw something that Alice could not," her face held a serious demeanor as she cryptically spoke.

"Sam?"

"Alice's gift only works once one makes up their mind, and only goes to the extent of what she has been. She can't see the shape-shifters; hence she can not see Bella's future. You were and obstruction to the natural events that were supposed to happen in her life. If I would never have intervened," she hesitated, "the universe would have been in chaos.

Don't look confused Edward," she stated haughtily. "Bella was, is, suppose to be with the shape-shifter. You stopped it from happening, you stopped the imprint. Your presence and her obsession delayed the event." She said excitedly. I just stared at her with a confused glance.

"Uhhhh!" she sighed, her hand went to her hair as she shook her head. "Jacob didn't hit the crucial development to imprint on Bella when she first moved here, and bye the time he did, she was tumultuously obsessed with you. That obsession of another un-worldly being halted the imprint, but never-the-less he still felt a strong bond, a connection and so did she. Am I right?"

"Yes," I weakly obeyed.

"If you were human the imprint would never have been delayed, its something with the cosmic's that has bearing over this. But Edward, I saw her happy. He imprints on her like he should have."

"I'm still confused," I groaned. "I get your rant about stopping the imprint, though I never thought that it could be halted, well I guess I get it. I'm assuming its some witch thing, but uh- how did you see this again? A crystal ball? And explain the once part."

"Wow, my love, you are a dunce! I knew you and Howard had some major problems back in primary school," ahh, I zoned out, a term I have not heard in years, primary school has now been changed and broken to elementary and middle school, whilst secondary was changed and broken into middle and high school, though some schools now use intermediate. "Are you listening to me?" Sam then yelled and smacked the back of my head, similar to what Rose does to Emmett.

"Yes dear, I was."

"Anyways, I was saying. I saw this in a vision. My vision's happen at night, while I sleep. That is kind of the way I found you, though, un-like Alice I can't search and try to pin-point what I'm looking for, mine are random, it does help to influence my "dreams" but obsessing over something before bed, but rarely does that help. But mine don't change, mine are the definite, they are what is going to happen. Alice see's the path they are on now; I see the end of the path they will take. Does it make sense?"

"I guess."

"Good."

"So the dog and Bella are meant to be?"

"Yes they are."

"When?"

"I don't know when the imprint will take place, soon though. You are no longer irrevocably in love with her. It's not two sided, and her love falter." All I could do was nod my head.

"And the once part, If he imprints before you make things right, you may never have her as a friend. It is un-deniable that you two have a connection, as a confidante to one another. But even if things are made right before the imprint, he may still stand in the way. But with the prior she will be defiant and will in the end get her way, he could never deny her of what will make her happy. So, my love, chop to it! Go make amends." Sam clapped her hands as she said the last part and hopped off my lap.

I stood up and reached for my phone, I decided to do just as my wife suggested, make amends.

Uh-oh. You see I'm really not team Jacob... I'm team Edward... i kinda hate Jacob.

But Bella needs a man in this story and Edwards taken...

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i just couldnt kill the poor girl and put her with newton. sooo its the guy who doesnt sparkle!

More to come when i get over my writers block and no how to get to what i want to get to.