hey hey everyone. chapter 21 is up. yay yay. i bet you guys are wondering what wil happen. excellent. then its all coming accoring to plan (evil laugher). don't pay attendtion to that.

...i don't think i have anything to say

here we go (almost done.)

21. Holidays Are Over

I couldn't believe that the condoms I asked Alice to pick up that day were now in my mother's hand.

"Bella. What are these?" she repeated, but more slowly now.

Why the hell was she asking me that; she knew what they were. It hasn't been that long since she used them.

"They're…they're for protection." I shuddered out.

"I know that. I mean, why do you have them?" she said. I gave an inward groan. The first question was easier to handle.

"Because…because…" I couldn't come up with anything to say. What do you say when your mother ask you that? The only thing I could think of was the truth. I sat on the couch. "Because I need them." I told her with my head down.

"But I thought Jacob was with Leah. You told me…" she started ranted. I stopped her.

"Mom, he is. And it wasn't with Jacob." I looked away again. "It was with someone else."

"So you have a boyfriend?" she asked. I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Mom…" I said in annoyance.

"Bella." she said back.

I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe she said me that. It should be obvious. "Yes, mom, I'm not some slut who gives it up to a random person." I told her. Unlike some people who I won't name.

"For how long?" she asked me. Seriously, I was getting enough of these damn questions.

"A while." I told her.

"How long?" she repeated. I could see she was getting angry. I guess my answer wasn't good enough for her.

"Since late September." I finally told her. Why was I telling her this? I was doing nothing but digging myself deeper into the hole. Shut up Bella, just shut the fuck up. This would be as good as time as any to actually listen to myself for once.

"Wait, that's when you were doing that project." She said to herself. I nodded. She looked like she was just putting it together, like it was just clicking in her head. "You lie to me." she said to me. Now I could clearly see she was angry. No, not angry, pissed; no, not even that. Fucking furious. I nodded again. "WHAT THE HELL, BELLA?" she exploded. I clinched at it. It's been so long since she last yelled at me like that that I don't even think I remember the last time she did. "When your father died, you promised me that you would never lie to me. That we would always be honest with each other." She said angrily as she fare her arms around.

She was right. I told her that I would never be like my father. I will tell her everything. Which is why I was sitting here talking to her now. And why, like any other time, I didn't listen to my better sense of mind. "I know, but it was a good reason why."

"Oh, okay. I would love to hear this." She said bitterly.

I gulped as I pushed my hair behind my ear. I looked down before speaking. "Because he's a few years older than me." I muttered as low as I could.

"What?" I heard angry still in her voice. It would be a lot easier if she let some of it go.

I looked at her. She was mad. I could tell it wasn't going any where any time soon. I sighed. "He's a few years older than me." I repeated.

"What?" she said again. I started to repeat myself, but she stopped me. "I heard you. How old is he Bella?" I pressed my lips together in a tight line. I didn't want to tell her. "Bella, how old?" she said through her teeth.

I wasn't an idiot. If she thought I was really going to tell her the truth about that, I knew she lost her mind. She just might put two and two together again if I told her. She'll figure, twenty-three and I was staying after school. It had to be someone there, which means it was a teacher. It wouldn't take long for her to narrow the choices down. My mom wasn't an idiot, just spacey sometimes. I figure if I told her a lie, she might not put it together. "He'll be twenty-one in June." I lied.

But that wasn't a good enough lie for her. "TWENTY-ONE? YOU'RE DATING A TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD?" she yelled again.

"I mean he will be in June." I corrected her.

"That's doesn't matter Bella. The point he's legal. He's too old for you. Have you lost your mind?" she said the things I knew she would. I was mouthing them in my head. "Who is he?" she said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her.

"You know what I'm talking about. Who is the man that stole my baby's virginity?" she damn near yelled. Did she really have to say man like that. I mean technically, when someone's eighteen, he is a man. Or at least when they get their own place. What's the difference between me dating Edward and me dating an eighteen year old who lived by himself? I know the answer, I think I'm going to go with nothing.

But there was no way she would listen to the argument right now. So I said what she wasn't thinking. I'm sure it wasn't she wanted to hear though. "He didn't steal anything. I gave it to him." I said as I looked away from her. I heard her gasped. She must've didn't like what I said. I looked at her to see I was right. I wanted to roll my eyes at her shock, but I knew that wouldn't help anything. "Come on, mom. I'm not six anymore. It was going to happen sooner or later." I told her the truth. I was pretty sure I was one of the only few virgins left in that damn school. I would say I'm the only one who hasn't done another student in that school. It was half true. He's not a student.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "Who is he, Bella?" she repeated. Now I know I wasn't going to tell her that. If I wasn't going to tell her his real age before, I wouldn't dare even speak his name.

I looked away again. "It doesn't mater." I looked at her again. She now had her eyes open. I continued. "Mom, you're not going to find out because I'm not going to tell you. So you might as well let it go." I told her. She didn't say anything so I sighed. "I really don't feel like talking about this tonight." I said as I stood up.

I started walking away from her."Bella, where are you going?" I heard her following me.

"To my room, I'm tired." I told her the truth again. I was tired and felt like I was going to fall over. Yeah, staying up past midnight on any day would do that to you.

"Bella, we're not done here."

"Can we finish in the morning?" I asked.

"No, we can't."

"Why not? What's going to change between now and a few hours?" I asked. I knew the answer to that. Absolutely nothing. Maybe besides the fact that my mind might be a little clearer; not by much though. I started to climb the stairs.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you get little tail back down here now." she demanded.

I was done getting yelled at. "Night, mom." I ignored the fit she just threw. I continued to go up the stairs.

"I don't want you see him anymore." I froze.

Did she just say what I think she did? I turn to her slowly. "What did you just say?"

"I said I don't want him to see him anymore." She repeated.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "What?" I said. I slowly went back down the stairs I climbed. She had no right to tell me who I can and can't see.

She folded her arms. "You heard what I said. You're not allowed to see him anymore."

"Excuse me?" I said as if she was crazy. We both must have been hard of hearing to night because it seem like it was a lot of repeating. She was just not saying what I think she was. I was waiting the punch line. I was waiting to hear her said 'just kidding, Bella. You're almost eighteen; date whoever you want. Just please be careful.' Or even better, I was waiting to wake and either be in my bed upstairs or in Edward's car and about to come home. Why did I feel none of that would help anything?

"Bella, I'm just looking out for you. I know what's best. He's not going to do anything but hurt you. This is what needs to happen. You're going to break up with him. end of discussion." Something like what I wanted, not really. She said as she started to walk away.

Oh no. when I wanted to end it, she kept going. Now it was my turn. "No, I'm not." I said.

She turned to me. "Yes you are."

"No, I am not." I repeated as I walked down the stairs.

"Bella, I'm not having this argument with you."

I folded my arms. "There's nothing to argue about. I'm not breaking up with him." I made that clear. She stared at me now like I've lost my mind. I sighed. "Mom, he is the best thing that's ever happened to me. Why would you want to take that away from me? What happen to you just want to be happy?" I told her straight.

"I do want you to be happy, Bella, but not with him. He's just going to hurt you." She said like she was a love doctor or something.

"No he's not." I said.

"Yes he is." She said like she was going to make me believe it or not.

And that made me angry. "You don't even know him." I snapped loudly. How dare she talk about something that she knew nothing about?

"No. but I know men. And-"

I stopped her before she continued. "Mom, just because dad cheated on you, doesn't mean every men is set out to hurt women." I yelled at her. The very second the word came out of my mouth, I wanted to hit myself. I know it was a low blow, but she left me no choice.

Her mouth dropped and she looked at me with shock. "I'm done talking about this." She said as she started to walk away from me again.

"No, mom. We didn't stop when I wanted to, so why should we when you want to?" I said angrily.

She turned to me. "Because I'm the adult and whatever I say goes." She told me, but I wasn't buying that load of crap.

I walked over to her. "No. It's my turn to ask you some questions. Where did you get those?" I nodded at the box on the coffee table.

"I got them from your room." she said as if she didn't know where I was going.

"And what were you doing in there?"

Her face finally looked like she knew. "I was…um…looking for something." she said, nervously. She knew the table have turned and now she was in the wrong.

"Really?" I walked over the coffee table and starched the box off it. "And did you find what you were looking for?" I said shaking the box for emphasis.

"What's that supposes mean?" she said getting angry again.

"You know what that means. You have no right to go in my room when I'm not in there. That's an invasion of my privacy." I yelled

"I'm sorry. It's just you've seem to be acting weird lately. And … wait, why am I explaining myself to you? When it comes to cross lines, you don't have privacy." she said, getting angry again.

Really? Wow that was stupid. Where did she pick that up, some lame ass parenting book written by someone who doesn't even have younger siblings, let along kids of their own. And what lines have I crossed anyways? I wasn't forcing on that right now. "Because I do it to you." I countered.

"That's not a two way street, Bella." she counter back, storming towards me.

I stared her down. I would not back down. This is something I would not give up on. "Mom, I am seventeen. I think it's safe to say that you are not allowed tell me who I can't date. I'm not a child who needs for her mommy to hold her hand and protect her from the dark. I'm old enough to make my own choices." I told her.

"Isabella. I don't care how old you get; I am still your mother."

"I know, but I will be eighteen in September. By then I will be older and making more deisions you don't agree with. Maybe I'll get a tattoo on my back, don't go to college and go to the army. You know what I might even marry him." I knew there was no way I was marrying him at eighteen. I just said that so she would get the point; and I might wanted to piss off a little.

And it worked. I saw her nose flare and her fist ball up. I was pretty sure steam was going to blast from her ears like in the Bugs Bunny cartoons. "Over my dead body." She replied to the last thing angrily.

"The point is they're my choices, and I shouldn't have to run them by you."

"Well, when September comes, you can date the damn grim reaper. But until you are old enough to pay your own bills, as long as you live under my roof, you will live by my rules." My face dropped. I never thought I would hear her said that lame ass line.

She wanted to play cliché, I can play cliché teenager. "You know what, fine." I turned away from her and ranup to my room.

I grabbed my duffle bag that I use to use when I went somewhere when I was little. I used it when I went to dance class, when I went over Alice's house, when I went over my grandparents' house. And now, I was about to use it again.

I set it on my bed and opened it wide open. I opened my drawers and toss clothes from there into my bag. I didn't even bother to fold them. I made sure I had some change of clothes, underwear, some things to sleep in and anything else I needed before closing it and putting it on my shoulder.

When I got downstairs, I went straight to the door and put my coat on. "Where you thinking you're going?" she said as I grabbed my keys.

"I'm leaving." I said simply.

"Oh, no you're not."

I turned to her. "Really, watch me." I said as I opened the door and walked out.

"Bella, Bella. Isabella, you get back here." She called after me. I just ignored her as I beeped my car. "Don't you dare get there or…or…"

I snapped to her. She was standing by the door. "Or what?" I asked, testing her.

"Or you're grounded." She said.

I opened my door. "Sorry, I don't live under your roof anymore." I said before getting in and driving away from my house.

I drove to my destination without thinking twice about it. There was only one place I wanted to be. Only one thing I wanted now.

I wanted Edward

I wanted his arms around me. It was the only thing that would make me feel a little bit better.

I got out of the car then ran up to his door. I knocked and rang the bell faintly. I was begging that he would be too lazy to get up and get the damn door. "Edward, please." I begged.

Finally he opened the door. He looked annoyed but when he saw my face, it faded quickly. "Bella, its three o'clock in the morning, what are you doing here?" he asked.

I let out a cry. "I left." I simply said before falling to his arms.

XXX

I was laying on his lap, softly crying. He lightly patted on the side of my head, softly stroking my hair. I kept my crying soft because I didn't want my head to started hurting again. But it didn't work.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" he would say softly. I have been crying for about thirty minutes since I came to his house. And even few minutes he would ask me that. I just let out a loud and hard cry, giving him his answer. He would give the side of my head a light kiss.

I couldn't believe I talked to my mom like that. I never did anything like that. We did have fights. I mean all mothers and daughters did. Our relationship wasn't perfect. But I never ever say anything like that to her.

I cried at the thought of me saying what I said about my dad, of how her face looked when I walked away, the thought me breaking up with Edward; everything just had me crying. I was so stressed that was shaking again. Of course he noticed.

"Bella, I'm going to go get you something." He said lifted me. I sat weakly against the couch as he went to get me some water. He came back with a mug in his hand.

"What's this?" I asked as he gave it to me.

"Tea. I read somewhere its supports to calm people down." he said as he sat next to me. I lightly slipped it.

He was too good to me. How could she think I would break up with him? She should be happy for me. He was way better than anyone else I've dated. I drank it slowly until I felt it started to work. I placed the rest on the coffee table and leaned into his arms again. He hugged me tightly to his chest.

"Edward, I love you so, so much." I said against him.

He kissed the top of my head. "I know. Go to sleep now." he said softly. He started humming Sun Set on the Beach softly as he gently rocked me. Finally, I let my eyes drift closes.

Once I did, I had that dream again. We were running, ended up in some dark room, he tells me to come with him, and then a blinding light come from no where. It was the same creepy ass dream.

But this time, when we heard the voice, my mother stepped in to the light. I didn't know what was going to happen, because I woke up. The sight of my mother standing there was creepy enough to make me wake up before the gun shots.

I opened my eyes and looked around and saw we were still in his living room. He was lying on couch and I was laying directing on top of him so that my head was on his chest. How did he move our positions like that without me noticing?

I looked at him and he was fast asleep. He must've gone to sleep right after me.

I rested my head on back his chest. I let my mind wonder. Before I knew it, I was asleep again.

Some way to spend the first day of the New Year.

XXX

"Oh, my gosh, where is he?" I wondered out loud as I sat in his kitchen. He had went to go get us something to eat, but it was taking him forever. I was sitting in my pajamas that I hadn't changed out of since after the night I got here. Correction, I change twice; but it was in another pair of pajamas. I might need to wash soon.

I heard keys jiggling. I popped up. "I'm back." he called as he walked in. Finally.

"Thank God. I am starving." The man's kitchen was like the definition of someone who lived alone. He had no food in his kitchen. I've been here for about five or six days now, and he was out of food by the third one. I guess he figure didn't have to cook for anyone but himself and he only had enough food for him. We're been eating out for the past two days now. I love him, but I also love to be fed. I walked over to him and took the bag out of his hand. I smiled at what I saw inside.

"Hi to you too, Bella. I'm fine. What took me so long; I'm sorry dear, there was traffic." He said behind me. That's when I realized I didn't greet him properly.

I turned to him and kissed him. "I'm sorry. Welcome home. I missed you." I said.

He smiled. "That's more like it." He kissed me again before we walked in to the kitchen. I sat the bag on the table and took out a carton filled with Chinese food. I took out fork from the drawer and started eating from it. "Go ahead, help yourself." He teased.

"What part of starving did you not understand?" I said with my mouth full.

He chuckled as he pulled out another carton. He poured some on to a plate instead of eating from it like me. "The starving part. I don't understand how the hell you've been eating so much since you got here."

I swallowed before saying something. "In all fairest, I wouldn't call the little food you had before 'much'." I said before jumping on a counter to sit on and finished eating.

He chuckled as he walked over to lean next to me. "I also don't understand why you have to sit on the counter." I made a habit out of doing that every time we eat. I sit on a counter rather than at the table.

I shrugged. "I like the leverage. And why doesn't matter, you don't use it anyways." I teased.

"How much longer are you going to make jokes about me not having food?" he asked with his mouth full.

"Until my next meal comes from an oven and not a carbon board container." I told him. I want real food. Take the fucking hint, Edward.

"Fine, make a list and I'll go to the store tomorrow." He said. Thank you. I mean how many times does he have to go out to get the idea that just because its fast food, doesn't mean its actual food?

"Thank you." I said.

After that we continued to eat. I was swing my feet as I picked at the food. I was trying to choose where to dig in next. I felt him looking at me. I looked up to see I was right. "What?" I asked as I put another fork full in my mouth.

"Speaking of you being here, are you going to tell me why you're here?" he asked again for the millionth time. He's been asking me that same fucking question since I got here. I told him I didn't want to talk about it. But he keeps pushing it.

I rolled my eye as I continued to chew. "I told you, I got in argument with my mom and I don't feel like being there right now." That was what I kept telling him. I didn't want to tell him why we fought because he would just say she was right. I didn't want to hear that. So that was my story and I was sticking to it.

"I understand not wanting to be near your parent for a day or two, but five. Come on Bella, there has to be more."

I shook my head as I looked at the food. "It's not. Let it go."

"Bella, come on."

I looked at him. "I said it was nothing. Now drop it." I snapped at him. He just gave me a blank stare. I could tell he was affected by my snapping but didn't want to fight.

"Whatever." he sighed as he looked away. He pushed away from the counter and went to sit at the table to finish eating. Once he did, he dropped the dish in the sink and walked to the living without looking at me.

I sighed. I didn't want to snap at him like that, but why doesn't he know how to take hints. I didn't want to talk about. I place the container on the counter before jumping down. I walked in the living room and sat down next to him. "What are you watching?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" he asked not looking at me and turning to another channel.

I sighed and got to the point. He could be such a stubborn baby sometimes. "Edward, I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just the fight with my mom is not something I want to talk about with you."

He looked at me. "Why not? We talk about everything else, and you can't talk about that."

"Why do you need to know so badly?"

"So I can know how to help. I can't help if I don't know."

"Edward, trust me, you couldn't help even if you did. it would be a waste of breathe."

"Why can't you just tell me?"

I sighed in annoyance. Did he not get my snap in the kitchen? Just because I was sorry that I did it, doesn't mean I was sorry for why I did it. He kept pushing something that didn't need to be push. "Edward, please. I don't want to talk about it. Let…it …go." I said the last part slowly so he could understand.

He sighed. "Fine. I'll leave it alone. But you're going to have to tell me sooner or later." He said.

If I had it my way, no I wouldn't. "I pick later rather than sooner."

He gave me a kiss then put his arm around me. "I have another question about you staying here." He said.

I didn't know if I wanted to hear it. "Okay."

"How long are you planning on staying here?" he asked.

"What you don't like my company?" I said with a teasing smile.

He chuckled. "You know that's not it. But like it or not we will have to go back to school." He reminded me.

I groaned. "I know." Since we were still on break, so I was staying there without thinking about it. But we had to go back on Tuesday. It was already Friday.

"When do you planning on leaving? You know it wouldn't be a good idea if you keep staying here while we're in school." He said seriously.

I shrugged. "I don't know. But can we cross the bridge when we get to it?"

"We're going to get to it soon." He reminded me.

"So, we'll deal with then." I told him. I took the remote from him and turned to a channel, hinting that I was done talking about this. He got it and left it go. Thank God.

XXX

It's been a week since we've been back in school. I was still not at home and was still in his house. All I had to wear was a few pair of jeans and the same number of shirts. I didn't think I would be there for as long as I was, so I didn't pack that many clothes. It was a good thing he had a washer and dryer in his house.

He always left early. I never understood why teachers got there so early. I know it would look weird if we came to school at the same time. I made sure I came in the class late every day.

No one knew why I was late every day; not even Alice. I wanted to keep it that way. A fight with my mom that cause me to leave the house and go to the person we were fighting about wasn't something I wanted to tell anyone; that's why Edward still didn't know. Anyone I told would just say the same thing. 'If that's what she wants, Bella, it's probably best. It is kind of a bad idea; maybe you guys should pause until you get to college' blah, blah, blah. I swear if I wanted a damn lecture about this, I would stay the fuck at home.

But that didn't stop people from noticing it. I wasn't the known for being late; especially since I started dating Edward. It was safe to say if I wasn't there before the bell rang, I most likely not coming at all.

The person who noticed the most was the person I didn't want to notice at all.

While I was doodling in my notebook one day, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I pretended like I didn't notice it because I had a feeling I knew who it was.

But she tapped me again. I rolled my eyes and turn to her. "What Lauran?" I said, not bothering to try and hide my annoyance. I've been having a few days not dealing with her. I didn't want it be ruined.

"What's that?" she asked, nodding to the pink piece of paper on my desk. I looked at the paper on my desk.

"It's a detention slip." I told her. She held her hand out. I sighed in annoyance and placed it in her hand. To make our little arrangement seem legit, he had to give me detention for 'tardiness'. This was both good and bad. Good because of the obvious. Bad, because it went in as an actual detention; which wouldn't look good when I started looking at colleges.

She gave a fake shocked face. "You got a detention from Mr. Masen? I didn't think he would ever do that to his favorite student." She said.

I gave an inward snort. If she did know, she could at least act as if she didn't. but then where would the bitchliness be in that, right? "Favorite or not, I still have to follow the same rules as everyone else." I told her.

"Really?" she said.

She was about to say something else but got stopped by a throat clear. We both turned and saw Edward looking at us. "Lauran, Bella. Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?" he said.

"Ask Bella?" I heard a smile in her voice. Did she really think we were that stupid?

He looked at me. I sighed. "No sir."

"Okay, well stop talking. You don't want another detention." He responded.

I made sure he saw me rolling my eyes. "Whatever." I mumbled loud enough for him to hear me. He gave me a look that all teachers gave students when they were walking on thin ice.

I turned back to Lauran. "That was interesting." She said. It was her turn to get the eye roll.

"Can I have that, please?" I said as I held my hand out to her. She put the paper back in my hand. "Thank you. Now stop talking to me before I get in more trouble." I said before turning back away and ignoring her for the rest of the period.

Friday was the day of my detention so I had to stay after school. Just like old times.

When I got in there, he was leaning against his desk, waiting for me. "There's my favorite student." He repeated the words Lauran said yesterday.

I closed the door before turning to him and smiled. "You were pretty convincing yesterday." I said to him as we walked towards each other.

"I had great motivation" he smiled back when we met in the middle. I walked into his arms. He wrapped tightly around me and lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me tightly to his body. He placed light and quick kisses all over my face, which made me giggle.

He walked us over to his chair and sat down it in. since I was so tight hugged to his body; I had to sit on his lap. Not like he would've had it any other way; but then again I didn't mind it either.

I leaned in closer to his body as I pressed my lips to his. I moved my lips down to his neck. I kissed it as if I was still kissing his lips. The reason I wanted to kiss him so much was because we really didn't get a chance to do it when we got to his house.

It's ironic. One might think we would have more time. But since we were back in school, he was back to grading and I was back to doing homework. Even though I really wanted to, he wouldn't allow me to blow it off to kiss him. I actually had to study in the living room while he was in the kitchen to keep from 'distracting' me.

"Bella." He said. I just hummed against his neck. "I hate giving you detentions." He said.

"Really?" I said. I traveled my lips to his ear. "I love it." I whispered in his ear then went back to his neck.

"But you know it wouldn't look good when looking for colleges." He said.

I pulled back from his neck. "I'll care about that when I get to it. I just care about this right now." I said before touching my lips to his again.

He pulled back. "You know, you're here for a while, you might as will do your homework." He said.

I twirled my fingers in his hair. "I rather not." I said honestly. As I leaned in, he leaned away.

He chuckled. "You know you won't feel like doing when we get home." He told the truth. But then again, it's homework. When would I ever feel like doing that crap?

I sighed as I got off his lap. "Aw, Mr. Masen, always the teacher first." I teased as I got my bag and walked back to him. Sometimes it was cute, other times it was extremely annoying. I grabbed a chair and sat next to him.

"That's right." he teased back before he kissed the side of my head. "Now get to work." He said. I pulled a book out of my bag and opened it to a page.

As we were working, I was tapping my pen against the desk. That's what I do when I'm deep in thought about something. It helps me concentrated. "Bella, stop that." He said in my ear. I looked up and he was looking at his page.

"Sorry, it helps me think." I told him.

"Can't you think another way to think?" He asked.

I turned my head back to my paper and shook it. "Nope, sorry." I started tapping again. He took the pen out of my hand. I looked at him. "Can I have my pen back please?"

He shook his head. "You've lost the privage of this."

"Edward, give me my pen back." I said. He was the one you wanted me to do my work and he was distracting me. I reached for it and he reached away.

Each time I reached he would reach further away. I got out of my chair and leaned into him. I felt his arm around my waist and he pulled me to him. "You know you just fell into a trap, right?" he asked with a smile.

I smiled back. "I do now." He kissed my lips. He didn't kiss them to long because I pulled back. "We need to work and we won't get any done if we keep this up." I reminded him. it's funny how quickly our position change.

"Sorry, you're just such a distraction." He smiled. I knew the feeling.

"You are too." I kissed his lips before taking my pen from his hand. I got off him and sat back in the chair next to him. "Like you said, I won't feel like doing this when we get home." I smiled as I started writing again.

"Yeah, about that." He said in a serious tone. What the hell was he doing? I hope he wasn't bringing this up again. I told him I wasn't telling him why I left.

"What about it?" I said just as seriously. I kept my head down so I didn't have to look at him.

"You know what I'm about to say." He said. I shook my head.

"I'm not telling you." I said as I wrote something. I would've told Alice before him. If I hadn't even told her, what made him think I would tell him?

"Fine. Can you at least tell me when you're leaving so I could be ready?" He said.

I looked at him. "Edward." I sighed.

"You know you can't keep staying with me." He remained me. "It's dangerous."

I sighed again. "Fine, if my being there puts you in a bad spot, I'll ask Alice if I can live with her for a while."

"Don't start that." He said. Every time he put it out there that I couldn't stay with him, I made him feel guilty. Some times it on accident; but mostly on purpose. "And why can't you just go back home?"

"Because Edward, I left. I can't go back there. Can we just drop this, please?" I begged him to just stop talking about it.

He nodded. "Fine. But it's gonna come back up."

I rolled my eyes the turn back to my paper. "Whatever. Can we get back to work, please?"

Later that night, I was sitting on his bed and talking to Alice.

"You guys must be taking a break since you've had time to call me." She joked on the other end. I rolled my eyes. Her and Jasper with these goddamn jokes. But jokes or not, I hate to say she was somewhat right about us not talking. I haven't called her since New Year's. The only time we talked was in class. "So where is he, anyways?" She said.

"He's in shower." I told her.

She just laughed. "And you're not in there will him? Shocking." she joked.

I gave a fake laugh. So tire of these jokes. I ignored the joke. "Look, the reason I called was because I need to come stay at you house for a while." I said as I played with the corner of the sheet.

Her voice went serious. "Why, is there something wrong?" she asked.

"I got in an argument with my mom Thursday. I tried to stick it out but I can't be around her right now" I half lied. In my defense, the only thing that was a lie was the day we fought.

"Anything you want to talk about?" she asked. I shook my head then remembered she couldn't see me.

"No. I just can't deal with her for a few days. Maybe later sometime this month, but not right now. So what, can I come?" I asked, getting back to my point.

"Sure. You know we're always happy to have you here." She said with a smile in her voice.

"Thanks, Al. I can always count on you." I smiled back into the phone.

"Always, always." She said then gave a light laugh.

I laughed back. "Okay. I'll see you Sunday then." She agreed before we hung up.

I leaned against the headboard and waited for him to come back to the room. I looked around it then sighed. After Alice agreed that I could come over, I decided that wasn't going to come back until the summer. It was only a few months away. I could handle that. But damn, I was going to miss this room.

After a while, he came in. "I think that was one of the best showers I ever had." He said as he walked in the room and rubbing a towel on his hair. When he pulled away, his hair was still dripping wet.

I smiled softly. "I can tell. You were in there forever." I teased. He chuckled then ran over to the other side of the bed on flopped on it. He grabbed me and kissed the side of my head. "I'm going to miss this." I mumbled.

"What do you mean?" he looked at me.

I looked at him with a soft smile. I pushed some hair out of his face. "I have some bad news." I said.

"What?" he looked at me with worried eyes.

I kissed his lips softly, as if to tell him there was nothing to worry about. "I'm going to go stay with Alice for a while." I told him.

"I don't see the bad thing yet." He said.

I kissed him again. "I might not be back here until the summer." I admitted.

He twisted his face in sadness. Then he nodded. "I understand. It was my idea. But I whether you just go back home." He said.

I shrugged. "I just can't face her, not yet anyways." I looked him in the eyes. "I'll go back sooner or later." I promised him. There was some truth in that. This was the longest I stayed away from home. I don't think I can put up as much as a front about it anymore. I think I wanted to go home. But what would be the point of it? We would just as the same fight the second I walked back in the door.

"Okay." He hugged me tighter to him. "So this is our last weekend together?" he asked.

I smiled as I leaned into him. "I support so."

"How do you want to spend it?" he asked. I chuckled in my head. Was there any other way to spent it?

I turned to him and smiled. I placed my hand on his face and kissed his lips. "I think you can guess." I said before he laid me on the bed.

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I scramble around his room, trying to collect my clothes. I think I've become too comfort with being here. My clothes were all over his room as if it was my own. "What the hell is my other shirt?" I wondered aloud as I turned in a circle to look for it.

He chuckled from the bed. "I think it's on top of the dryer." He said.

I quickly walked to the small laundry room. I looked on the dryer and then on the washer. I groaned in annoyance. "Edward, I don't see it."

I heard him laugh again. "Look next to it, babe. I'm sure it's there. You haven't worn it since you washed it." He called back.

The reason I was running around the upstairs like a chicken with my head chopped off because it was Sunday and I needed to get to Alice house. She already called me twice to see where I was. I wanted to get my things together the night before, but since it was our last day together, Edward insisted I stay in bed with him. I was too busy agreeing that it kind of slipped my mind.

I finally found a dark blue piece of clothing sticking out from behind the dryer. How the hell did it get there? I stopped thinking about it as I starched and walked back to the room.

When I came back in, I threw my shirt in my bag. Then I started looking for something else. I started by looking in the closet this time. "I swear, Edward, your room is a black hole." I complained as I looked on the floor of the closet.

He laughed again. He was really enjoying himself watching me run all over his room. "Says the person who made it like that."

I rolled my eyes as I stood up. "You know you could spend less time talking and laughing at me and more time helping me." I pointed out as I went to the dresser. I looked under it and found what I was looking for. How are all my things ending up in such weird places? I grabbed it and tossed it in my bag.

He finally got off the bed and walked over to me. He took my hand and helped me off the floor. "I'm not helping because I'm not ready for you to leave me yet."

I laughed as I wrapped my arm around his neck. "What are you talking about? This was your idea." I reminded him.

He shrugged. "I know. It doesn't mean I want you to go any time soon." He said.

I kissed his lips lightly. "You'll see me in the school. It would be like before I started coming over your house. Only after school." I reminded him again.

"It's not the same." He damn near whined.

I laughed at that. "Stop whining." I lightly tapped his chest then my eyes caught the sleeve. "Why the hell am I still in your shirt?" I asked more myself than him as I pulled away from him. I was in one of his work button-ups. Now that I was thinking about it, I noticed he was just in his boxes. I don't think we've changed all weekend. I went to my bag and looked for one of my own to wear.

"Because you look so sexy in it." He said behind me.

I smiled. "Thank you." I said as I continued to look for another one. I finally found one and a pair of jeans. I stood back up with my things in my hand. "Now all I need are my keys and I'll be ready to go after I take my shower." I looked around. "Where are they?" I wondered out loud.

He looked around with me. Then he walked over to his nightstand. "Are these it?" he asked as he picked up a set of keys.

"Yes." I smiled. I handed my hand out, thinking he would toss them in it. He didn't. He smiled his crooked smile. He started throwing them in the air and catching them with his hand. "Toss them here, Edward." I said kind of confused. Now he was swinging them on his finger. Why wasn't he giving me my keys? "Edward, give me my keys." I said seriously.

"Why don't you come get them?" he smiled.

"Edward, I don't have time to play. Can I please have my keys?" I said.

"Sure, you can. As soon as you come get them." He continued to smile. I gave him a pointed look. He smile slipped then sighed. He could see I wasn't playing. "Fine. here." He said, holding his hand out with them in his palm.

I set my clothes on his dresser before walking over to him. As soon as I got there, I reached for them again. But when I tried to grab them, he reached above his head. His hand was out of my reach. He started smiling again.

"No!" I groaned. I tried my best to reach for them, but I couldn't get it. I stood on my tippy toes to get a better reach. "Damn it, Edward. Give me my damn keys." I urged. He chuckled as he reached away more.

"What's ya gonna give me for them?" he asked with his same childish smile.

"A good kick in the gut if you don't give them to me." I answered, frustrated. I looked at the clock. Man, if I don't leave soon, Alice is going to kill me. I reached again.

Then I felt his arm wrap tightly around my waist. He turned us and backed me to the bed until I fell.

"You are so hot when you're mad." He pointed out before he put his lips around mine. He laid his body on top of mine. I heard the keys hit the bed before I felt his hands move along my sides. Then he moved his lips to my neck.

"So this was just another trick?" I asked. He hummed yes and nodded against my neck. I looked at my watch. I really needed to get going. I knew if I didn't leave soon, it was a chance I wasn't going to for at least another day. "Edward, I really have to go." I said as I tired to get up.

He gently pushed me back the bed. "Just a quick one." He said softly before putting his lips to mine. This is the last chance we might get to do this. Maybe a short one wouldn't hurt. I stopped fighting and wrapped my arm around him and pulled him closer.

He moved his hand to the front of the shirt. He started to unbutton it when we heard something.

Ding-dong.

I groaned in my head. What is it now? It seem like it's always something. He didn't move. I figured if he didn't hear anything, so I wasn't going to either.

Ding-dong. I'm not going to let it bother me; I'm not going to let it bother me. I just kept repeating it in my head. This was our last chance to do this. He was thinking the same because he pulled me closer to him.

Then it happened again. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. It came twice. This person wasn't going to give up. I pulled away. "Go get it." I told him.

"Who ever it is would leave if we don't answer." He said before trying to put his lips to mine. He got stopped by the bell.

I shook my head. "No they weren't."

"Bella." he sighed hard.

"Just hurry up and get rid of them. Besides, the sooner you do…" I stopped to unbutton another one. "The sooner you can get back." I revealed enough of myself.

He looked down at where the shirt was opened. "Damnit." He mumbled before popping off the bed. He grabbed a random pair of jeans and a random shirt. He put the shirt on as he walked out. I laughed as he walked away. Guys are so easy. Put the thought of lust and sex in their heads and they'll do pretty much anything.

It was a while since he was gone. I looked at the clock. It was about fifteen minutes since he walked down stairs. If he really wanted to get back, he would try hard to get rid of whoever the hell it was.

I had to go. I still needed to take my shower and finish getting my things together.

Enough was enough. I wanted Edward back.

I got off the bed and walked down stairs. "Edward, what is taking so long?" I asked as I walked down them. When I saw who was at the door, I froze. I felt like my brain was on pause because it was trying to figure out what was happening. There were a lot things going on in my brain but only one thing would come out my mouth. "What's going on here?"

don't hate me for the cliff hangers. blame to the people who said they hate cliff hangers. XP. oh well. love you guys keep R &R-ing.

btw: got the countdown right. it 4 months, 2 weeks, 4 days. YEAH!

Luv & Rockets.