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- ALICE -

BELLA'S POINT-OF-VIEW

"Welcome to my humble abode," Paul said as he unlocked the door to his apartment.

His apartment wasn't extravagant, but it was really…homey. I felt safe being here, it reminded me of when I would go over to the Black's house for dinner with Charlie. When you walked into the apartment you walked into the living room, which had a nice couch in front of a flat screen TV that had a XBOX 360, and DVD player connected to it. Then if you walked in farther off to the left you could see a little kitchen that was slightly hidden behind a wall.

"It isn't much, but it's home," He said as he walked past me toward the kitchen, "You can take a seat Bells, I'm just going to put away the groceries."

With that he disappeared into the kitchen. I walked into the living room and set my duffle bag on the floor in front of the couch before looking around. There were a few photographs on the shelf above the fireplace. One was of Paul at about eight-years-old, holding a baseball bat over his shoulder and his arm on his hip. His caramel eyes sparkling with excitement of his first big baseball game. Another one of the pictures was of him at around five, holding a blue blanket; it must have been when Jacob was born. Paul was looking curiously at the baby in his arms, not entirely sure what it was. The next picture was of him at probably fifteen, holding a young Jacob on his shoulders laughing as Jacob pulled on his short black hair. Finally the last picture was of Paul and a smiling brunette. Paul was wearing a white t-shirt with a black zip up hoodie over it, that he kept unzipped, and ripped, light wash jeans. His black hair was in slight disarray on his head as the brunette was messing it up. She was beautiful, and looked extremely happy. She had long, curly mahogany hair that cascaded down her back, and very pale skin. She was wearing short plaid boxer shorts, a Yankee baseball hat, and a dark grey hoodie. I looked closely at the picture, and I realized who it was…it was I. That was the summer we were together, before he was sent away, the best weeks of my life.

I sighed before turning around and walking over toward the big shelving unit against the wall. It was full of movies, books, CDs, cassettes, and even records. I gasped quietly before looking through the CD's until I found what I was looking for. I couldn't believe he had it!

"HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed, before running into the kitchen.

I slid across the floor, directly into Paul, causing us both to fall on our asses.

"What the…. Bella?" Paul was extremely disoriented as he looked around trying to figure out how he got on the ground.

I just giggled standing up and held out my hand and said, "I can not BELIEVE you have this CD."

"Hm?" he asked as he took my hand and pulled himself off the ground.

"I can't believe you have THIS!" I said as I held out Boys Like Girls' Love Drunk CD.

"Oh haha, yeah it's a good CD." He said chuckling as he took it flipping it over to look at the songs on it, "My favorite is Contagious."

"Oh, my, god…. THAT'S MY FAVORITE TOO!" I said as I quickly snatched the CD back running into the living room.

I could hear Paul's footsteps after me, but I ignored it as I went over to his stereo system and put in the CD putting it on high and playing Contagious. He chuckled at me as I started to shake my hips and singing along.

"Hey, what do you want to do for dinner," he asked.

"Um…I don't know. What do you have?" I asked as I let my body melt into the music.

"How about we make pancakes and bacon?" he asked as he started walking backwards toward the kitchen.

"Sure, but I wanna help," I said as I skipped toward him.

He simply nodded at walked into the kitchen with me at his heels. Within minutes we were dancing across the kitchen, sing the lyrics to Boys Like Girls.

3 hours later….

Paul and I had eaten dinner and were now watching George Lopez on TV, a great show I might add. Paul was sitting on one end of the couch, and I was on the other lying down with my feet in his lap.

"Well Bells, It's already 10:30, and we have to get up early tomorrow because I have a whole day planned out for us. We have to leave at about 4:45 AM…so we should probably hit the sack," Paul said as he yawned and stretched his arms.

"Why the hell do we have to get up so early?" I asked as I yawned and moved my feet from his lap.

"I can't tell you that," he said with a smirk as he stood up, "Now you can take you stuff into the bedroom, I'll take the couch."

I frowned, "No Paul, I'm not taking you bed. You can have your bed, I'll take the couch."

"No Bells, I insist. The guest gets the bed," Paul insisted.

"No. If I have to sleep in the bed, then so do you," I huffed as I sunk into the sofa.

"Bells…I don't think that would be such a good idea," Paul said scratching his head looking away nervously.

"Why not?" I said, getting annoyed at his stubbornness.

"Because your brothers don't really like me, and what if they were to find out we were sharing a bed?" He said.

"Ha. Seriously Paul? You are afraid of Em and Jazz? Don't give it a second thought. If they didn't actually kill you when they found out we slept together, I don't think they'll kill you for sharing a bed with me. Besides, its not like we're sleeping naked." I said rolling my eyes at his ridiculous fear.

"What about Edward?" He asked.

I flinched at the name, before lifting my chin and saying, "It's none of his concern, and he just thinks I'm some slut anyways."

"Ok. Fine, Just get ready for bed"

"I Win!" I yelled as I ran off into his room to get into my pjs and went to sleep.

4:30 a.m.

"Bells. Bells. Bella. Wake up sweetheart, it's time to go," I felt to warm eyes shake me awake.

I opened my eyes to see Paul dressed black basketball shorts, a white t-shirt, and an unzipped grey zip up hoodie. I rubbed my eyes and sat up looking around trying to remember what was going on. Paul just handed me a black bikini, grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a purple zip-up velvet hoodie and pushed me to the bathroom. A little disoriented I pulled on my clothing, brushed my hair and threw it up in a ponytail at the back of my head, and walked out the the bathroom. When I got back into the bedroom some purple Nike Dunk Low 6.0's were sitting on the floor along with my black Northface backpack that was already packed. I frowned but slid on the shoes and swung the backpack onto my back before walking into the hallway. While rubbing my eyes again I walked into the kitchen to find Paul packing a cooler. When he saw me come in he just nodded toward the kitchen table that had a banana, granola bar, and a cup of coffee waiting for me. I trudged over gulping down the steaming liquid first, burning my throat. But it woke me up enough so I then ate my food.

By the time I finished eating Paul had already brought his stuff and the cooler to the car and was waiting by the front door. I picked up my backpack and trudged after him, and we walked to his car in silence. Once we got to the car he just smiled and started driving out on the dark streets.

"Paul…. where are we going?" I asked as my curiosity got the better of me.

"It's a surprise Bells," He said with a smirk.

I groaned before looking down at my backpack curiously and said, "Can I look to see what you packed for me?"

"Sure. The important stuff is in the back anyways," He said shrugging as he looked at me from the corner of his eye.

I opened the bag to find a baseball glove, a map of Tennessee, a book of blank staff paper, three rocks, a rope, shaving cream, balloons, and a wrapped present. I took the present out of the box and looked at Paul asking permission to open it. He nodded and I opened it to find a brand new iPhone…. what the heck.

"Paul?! Why did you get me a new phone?!" I shrieked in excitement and shock as I turned on my new phone that he had apparently already charged and registered.

"Well we need it for our trip, and I've missed a lot of birthdays and Christmas', I owed you," he said smiling, obviously happy that I was happy with his gift.

"Wait…. did you say trip?" I asked.

"Yup," He said popping the 'p'.

"For how long…." I asked.

"About a week," he responded, "and here is our first stop,"

We pulled up in front of a train station, where there was only one other car, and I recognized him immediately.

"Oh my god…"