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All for One

"And One for Fucking All."

The wind was picking up a little bit as I sat on the roof watching the leaves sway against the trees. I had several options and alternatives already listed in my head. Not one of them was better than the other so I continued sitting here thinking about what was best for the family, what was best for me, and of course I already knew what was best for Edward.

He wanted that job in Chicago, and no matter how much I debate the possibilities in my mind, I knew I would go wherever he went. I would be happy wherever he was happy, and that meant that soon I would be living in Chicago .

I didn't want my decision to be entirely because it was what was best for him or what he wanted. There was this strange over-sensitive, self-sufficient woman inside me, demanding a reason that would also benefit her. I kept telling her that Edward would be there, and that was all the benefit she would need. But no, she could have that as the only reason, even though it was always, and will always, be the best and coolest reason.

So I sat here, twiddling my thumbs and debating everything I could about Chicago. I couldn't say that I really know a lot about the place. Actually, I really didn't know anything. I heard once that the crime rates weren't all that hot there, but other than that I had no clue. Hell, I couldn't even tell you if it was a good source that the crime rates were high there.

If I were sitting in bath water or a pool right now, I would be pruney from thinking entirely too much in one position. My legs were numb from sitting on them, and my toes were starting to tingle from falling asleep. That normally led to extreme leg cramps when I tried to wake up my failing body parts so I opted to let them sleep. If I was a toe, I'd be exhausted.

So here are the positives that I have come up with from this move that I was now sure to take: One, Edward would be happy and that was my goal in life now. Two, this would help solve Rose's dilemma with James. If we moved with no forwarding address, there would be no way for him to try and cook us breakfast. Three, Alice would get her wish. And fourth, Emmett would get to work in a school he possibly liked. Plus, he would be happy with the James-being-so-far-away bit.

Now I was debating the fifth and sixth options. I mean, Jasper had to have some ulterior motive. Not that he was selfish by any means; I mean, damn, he would be happy as long as Alice was happy, right? Maybe there was a better job opportunity for him in Chicago, maybe he wanted to have a fresh place to dive into, maybe, just maybe, Chicago was better than where we currently were. Maybe I was over thinking things as usual.

It wouldn't be the first time that I over thought something; it surely won't be the last time either. It was just a natural ability for me. I am almost positive that I inherited this over-thinking disease from Renee. Charlie didn't really over think things; he just worries about everything in general. I swear, there was no thought process to his worrisome nature to begin with.

I was going to skip option five and let Jasper have his own reason without my prying. Now it was option six, or what's in it for Bella, other than Edward and his happiness. I guess if I really thought about it, I could use a change of scenery. This place is nice, but it holds a lot of crappy memories for me. The bad does not outweigh the good, but it could in a few years.

I had successfully killed this house, and I was not very keen on having to help with the rebuilding of it. I like the house, but a new house could prove useful in its own little way. My job would allow me to pretty much move anywhere in the world as long as I had access to a laptop. That was convenient, to say the least.

"Edward told me I would find you up here."

Alice? What the hell was Alice doing climbing up the roof? And why was Edward revealing the secret location to my super-secret spot? I shrugged it off and wiggled my big toe to see if it had decided to wake up, and of course, that shot pins and needles through my calf. This, in turn, means that I had not given it sufficient sleep time, and I should sit very still.

"You found me."

"Tell me how the hell you get up here without breaking any bones?"

"In the words of Edward, carefully."

"Huh. Well that's not why I am up here."

"Okay, well then why are you up here, if not to find out how I am up here and still alive?"

"I wanted to see if you needed a clear mind to debate your moving options. That is what you are doing, right?"

"Why ask? You already know that answer."

"I figured as much. Hope you don't mind, but I decided that the whole family should be involved in this debate."

"Oh, really? Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but my toes are currently taking a nap. Therefore, I am not moving."

"That's okay; I made arrangements for that."

"You did?"

"Yup, I don't know how we'll get the pick-nick basket up here safely, though."

"What?"

"Well, I figured the view must be nice, so why not have dinner on the roof and discuss the move?"

"How do you make the decisions?"

"I just go with my gut, and let me tell you that it has been craving some salami on rye all day."

"That sounds too healthy to be tasty."

I settled my upper body weight on my arms which I had extended behind me. I could hear the crowd crawling through my window and realized that soon my hiding spot would be taken over by my family. Of course, it would no longer be a hiding spot at all. It was fun while it lasted, I guess.

"Dude, grab this shit."

I turned my head to the side and peaked past Alice who was giggling at Jasper. He was in a strange squatting position on the roof, bent over in what I can only describe as a leap frog stance. One arm braced him firmly on the roof while the other was extended and pulling up a rather large pick-nick basket. Emmett's other hand must have been holding the bottom of the basket because I really didn't see Edward putting forth that much effort for a pick-nick on the roof.

At least I had hoped that he was not willingly participating in the family take over of my super-secret spot. He did, however, have to let Alice know where to find me. Any idiot knows that if you tell Alice a secret, eventually the whole family will know, and eventually it will become a family thing. There was no I with Alice. Nope, there was only Alice and Family. Might as well have a damn banner.

"Bella, stand up and help me with this."

I huffed a little bit. It was a bad habit and an age-old tradition that I had to keep it real as I got up to help with the not so daunting task of spreading out the pick-nick blanket. I didn't really think about my toes or the slumber state that I had left them in until I stood up and felt the sharp tingles in my legs. I would like to bet that I had inner bruises from all the tiny, evil little tingles.

"Bella, why haven't I been up here before?"

I looked at Rose and shrugged my shoulders; no way was I going to get into the secret-spot speech with the whole family right now. Jasper and Edward would probably understand, but I don't see the rest of them doing such a good job at that. Hell, until Edward started sleeping in my room, I didn't even have peace there. Rose would always bust in to wake me up or have sister bonding time.

Don't get me wrong; sometimes the sister bonding time with Rose can be fun. She is not exactly stupid so I was able to carry on a conversation with her, but really what does a girl have to do to get some freaking privacy?

Then as if I was the star of a cartoon, the light bulb appeared on the top of my head with a giant fucking exclamation point right next to it. That was the reason I had for my own selfish little reasons to move. I could demand that I have a hideaway for a little quiet time. That would be a cool reason, kind of how men have their man caves and shit. I could have my Bella cave with specific rules attached to it. I did always kind of secretly want my own club house growing up.

I smiled inwardly and took a seat on the blanket in between Edward's legs and arms. Of course he was the most comfortable seat on the roof so I was not going to complain about the group gathering. I had a new place to seek out in Chicago. Maybe I could weasel something like an attic room out of this whole mess.

"So I have some more good family news!"

Alice had started to pull out the contents of the pick-nick basket while she hopped on her ankles excitedly, ready to spew whatever this new good family news is. I really didn't want anymore of the family good news. I was just learning to deal with what was being thrown at me in the present. Why did they insist on adding to my stress?

Rose didn't appear as excited as Alice, which told me one of two things. Either a) she already knew what the news was or b) she was just as cooked in the stress stew as I was. Lets hope that, for her sanity, it was option 'a' and not option 'b'. One of us losing our minds completely was enough for this household.

"Okay; so is everyone ready?"

"Ready and waiting on you, Alice."

I put a lot of effort in that statement to show off some enthusiasm. I could feel Edward smile into my hair as he leaned up to grab a carrot out of the basket and then dip it into the ranch Tupperware. Or well, at least I hope that was ranch. I really didn't like blue cheese, and the two often confused me in terms of their appearance.

"I have been offered the position as lead designer for Volturi Inc. Isn't that so freaking exciting? I can not wait; I had Laurent meet up with me to go over contract details with the Volturi, and he said it looks stellar! I am so excited guys! We can move to Chicago, and I am going to get my own little shop to work in. And oh, my god; I can not wait!"

She had barely taken a breath in between words, let alone pause for a second and let someone else get a breath in. I guess this really didn't add to the stress stew. Alice was a smart girl. I am sure that she wouldn't sign over her designs unless the contract was specific to her needs, and of course, let's not forget her wants. Alice was a tough negotiator.

If you really thought about it, it only made the option for her better to move to Chicago. Like she just said, she could open up her own little sweat factory and everything. Okay, well, she may not have said that exactly, but you and I both know that's what she meant. Bless her heart, she was probably going to give herself a heart attack thinking about all of the poor and tortured souls she could hire for her little shop.

Everyone else seemed happy as they congratulated her and carried on conversation about the designs and locations for her sweat shop. It appeared to me that my opinion probably didn't really matter as much as I thought it had. They were practically packed up and ready to go with or without me.

What kind of shit is that? I am beginning to really have second thoughts about my position within this family. They all deserve the silent treatment. Good thing these little wraps were so delicious; it kept food in my mouth and prevented the word vomit from spewing all over there stupid, happy, without-Bella-involved conversations

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