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Bella (POV)

I dropped all four books – Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn – onto Alice's lap as she sat on my couch in my house. I didn't even know why Jasper and Alice had their own apartment – they spent most of their time here. She looked at the books, smiling as she stacked them up neatly, and put them down on the floor.

"Didn't you just love them?" she asked, her love for those stupid books shining in her eyes. I wanted to smack her for even thinking I would like it.

"No I didn't Alice. In fact, I'm a little pissed off at you for giving me those lame-ass books that completely wasted my time and life." She rolled her eyes as she pulled me down so I would be sitting next to her on the couch.

"Oh shut it! Let's talk about it! Okay, how did you like the first one?" Alice made herself comfortable as she maneuvered her body to face me.

"It was so stupid. A vampire and a human in love? Puh-lease. Things only got interesting when that one vampire with the special nose or something took an interest in the human girl, but then the author totally cheated readers by not writing the disposal of his body! I want some action scenes! I don't care about her hearing an angel and her feeling like she was on fire."

"Okay, how about the second one?"

"That one got me angry! This vampire dude supposedly loves her so he leaves? What kind of fucked up shit is that?" I questioned.

"He left to protect her!" she defended.

"And look what that did! Then she went all emo which I have no idea why because does she not realize there is a hot wolf boy who totally wants her."

Alice groaned. "Please tell me you're not Team Jacob!"

I looked at her, my confusion evident. "Who is that? No, I'm on Team Wolf boy! Well anyway, right when there is chance she can be happy with wolf boy that one happy chick shows up and fucks everything up. Then the human girl goes off to save the vamp boy when she should have stayed because he fucking left her! The douche leaves her and she acts like he wasn't the reason she had been depressed for so damn long. Things happen with the group of freaks and then guess what happens in the end? She forgives him! So damn easily! Grr…."

Alice laughed at my summary. "What about the third one?"

"The third one was the best because I had some hope that she'd pick wolf boy, but I was so fucking disappointed when she got engaged. And the main vampire dude is such a prude! Who wouldn't want to fuck their girlfriend? Well other than Edward."

"And the fourth one?"

"Two things pissed me off in that one – she got pregnant and there was no battle. The baby annoyed me and so did her name. Who the fuck names a kid that? She's lucky she is half-vampire because otherwise she'll get her ass beat by other kids. So the author writes pages and pages about preparing for a fight and in the end there is no fight? What. The. Hell. I hated them all truthfully."

Alice looked disappointed but didn't voice it. I could tell she wanted to say something, but I guess my reaction to the books was stopping her. I encouraged her to speak and it seemed to work because she said, "So I guess you don't want to watch the movies?"

If I would have been drinking something, I would have spit it out. "They made movies out of these?" I said, motioning to the books on the floor.

"Yup, and I think you'll love the lead actor – he is so hot, but the blonde one is so damn gorgeous."

I told her I would considerate it, but ever since I read those books a question wouldn't leave my head. So I decided to ask Alice since she seemed like a fucking expert on the books. "Hey, Alice?" She looked up. "What did the vampire dude do when the human girl was on her rag?"

Alice opened her mouth, but then she slowly closed it. She didn't know what to say. "I…I don't know."

So we sat there, both of us wondering what the hell they did when she had her monthly bleeding session. I mean did he leave her alone those days or did he use his mouth as her personal maxi pad? The possibilities were endless.

8~*~8

"Jasper!" I called after him as he walked up the stairs. He turned around and smiled when he saw me. He walked down the stairs to meet me in the bottom, and asked me what was up. I looked around; made sure the coast was clear, before I spoke. "When are we going again? We still need to get the supplies, and figure everything out. We haven't done much. We were supposed to have several things fixed already."

Jasper sighed as he ran a hand through his curly blonde hair; he had clearly forgotten the commitment we made. "You're right, you're so right. I can't this week, but I can be all yours next week. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good, but what are we going to tell Alice and Edward. I don't want them to know, well at least not yet, mostly because I want things to be set up when we do tell them. I want to show them the finished project."

"Bella, when we do finish…what are you going to tell Emmett?" Jasper asked, his concern on the subject showed he had been thinking about it for a while.

"I don't know how he'll react, but fuck this is so important to me, maybe he'll look at it as a good thing. I just really hope he doesn't look at it and bolt. But I don't know why he would. I have bad memories, not him."

Jasper shrugged, but the look of concern didn't leave his face. I was worried too because Emmett wasn't in the greatest of moods lately, so finding out about our project might make him explode, but I wasn't sure.

8~*~8

I walked into Rosalie's office, shutting out the voice of the annoying girl who told me I wasn't allowed back here without Mrs. Hale's permission. Well fuck that! If I wanted to see Rosalie, I was going to see Rosalie.

Rosalie stared up at me in shock, since she obviously wasn't expecting me. Fuck, I wasn't even planning on coming here, but I did and I was here. I was sick of Emmett being so damn sad all the time. I missed my fun, happy brother. Yea, that's right, I missed him. He wasn't acting like my brother anymore, he acted like a robot that did everything it was suppose to do, but without emotion, and that was no fun. Truthfully, I was waiting for Rosalie to come to me, but she never did and I was tired of waiting for her to own up.

"What are you doing here?" Rosalie questioned harshly, her mean demeanor coming out in full force. She should know by now that she doesn't scare me, if anything her bitchy ways just irritated me, and heck sometimes they made me laugh.

"I'm here to fix the mess that happened fucking ages ago," I announced, feelings that I had buried long ago resurfacing.

"You…you don't mean…" her voice trailed off, not believing that I would come here to discuss the very thing that tore our friendship apart. It wasn't like it was a huge deal, now that I think about it, but it was us that made it into what it was. We made it a big deal. We allowed it to break the friendship we once cherished.

"We need to get over it Rosalie, if not for us, for Emmett." Her face softened when I mentioned his name, and that showed me that I made the right choice by coming here. She missed him, too. "It's not like Royce it is worth this shit." Rosalie sat down and motioned me to sit down, too. Any other day, I would have been pissed, thinking that she was trying to tell me what to do, but not today. Today we were going to get over our rivalry and hatred. Sure, I knew we wouldn't become best pals quickly and maybe we would never be able to get back our old friendship fully, but anything had to better than what we were now.

"So what do we do? Say sorry and the both of us will say it's our entire fault?" Rosalie questioned, her voice hard, but she wasn't pushing me out the door like I thought she would.

"No because I'm going to admit it was my fault," I said, my voice soft. Rosalie's eyes widened at my admission. I had always blamed her for what happened, I painted myself as the victim when I was everything but. "I went after him when he was clearly yours, and to this day I don't know why. You were so happy with him, I guess I wanted that."

"When I think back, I don't know why I was happy with him – he was a douche," Rose admitted. I chuckled because it was true, he was a douche.

"I still had no damn right to steel him out from under you."

"And I had no right to do the same."

Years ago, when Rose and I were friends, Rose dated this guy name Royce. He swore he was the shit, when of course he wasn't, but Rose liked him, she liked him a lot. They were so happy together – I hated it, and purely for selfish reasons. I was going through a rough time, and I was feeling depressed, so seeing Rose so happy made me angry. I did some things and shit happened and then Royce wasn't with Rose anymore – he was with me. Rose was devastated, either because she lost Royce, or because I took him away from her. We, of course, didn't talk while I was with Royce, but at the time I didn't care because I was happy. Then one night, I went to Royce's house to surprise him with dinner, but in the end I was the one who was surprised. Royce was fucking Rosalie in his bed when I walked inside his bedroom. That was when things went to deeper shit between us. We stopped all contact; we never saw each other until recently of course.

"What ever happened to Royce anyway?" I asked, although I didn't care about that sonofabitch.

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "I dumped his ass. He wasn't worth my time or our fight. It was two weeks after you walked in on us that I felt like a total bitch for what I did, but I was just so angry at you. I wanted you to feel what I felt."

"I started the whole thing; I'm the only one to blame. I just hated you for being happy, as stupid as it sounds, I felt like you were rubbing it in my face. I just… I want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you, and for ruining a fucking great friendship." Those words were so hard for me to say – I hated apologizing and I didn't do it often. I had to swallow my pride on this, otherwise nothing would be fixed and Emmett would live the life of an old fat man who did nothing but watch TV and scratch his balls all day.

Rosalie let out a surprised breath, shocked that I would actually say sorry. Fuck, I was shocked, too. After a while, she smiled, like she really smiled, teeth and all. "Thank you. You have no idea how much I've waited for you to say those words to me. Oh, and I'm sorry, too. Just because you hurt me doesn't me I had the right to retaliate."

I nodded and accepted her apology. Unlike me, Rosalie didn't apologize at all, so her admitting that she was also in wrong was damn right weird. She didn't have much to apologize for; I was the one who started all this shit, which is why I needed to end it.

"I know we can't just jump right back to being best friends again, but I was wondering if we can be acquaintances." I wanted to laugh at my words. Who the fuck said acquaintances anymore?

Rose smiled, letting out a small chuckle. "I… I actually would like that," she admitted, her voice merely a whisper.

I stood up to leave, not being able to handle all this mushy stuff, but before I left I had to ask for a favor. "Rosalie?"

"Yes?"

"Please get your ass back to my brother!"

8~*~8

Emmett (POV)

I was doing my usual routine – eating chips, watching porn, and kicking it back – when the door bell rang.

Fuck my life; no one is here to answer the door

I didn't want to, but I got my ass off the couch – which took a lot more effort than I thought – and went to the door.

When I opened the door, I saw the hottest woman I had ever seen.

"Hello, Rosalie."

"Hello, Emmett."

That was all it took. Every ounce of pain, every drop of hesitance disappeared. I was going to fucking marry this girl, I damn right knew it.

I pulled her into me and I knew for a fact that I gave her the best kiss of her life.

8~*~8

Edward (POV)

Bella and I were currently inside a grocery store, filling up our cart full of food for the house, our home. It made me giddy just thinking about it as our home. I lived with Bella now, and although sometimes it was hard – for we were still adjusting – it was all worth it.

We were in the junk food aisle when Bella came to an abrupt stop. I stopped the cart and went to her, worried that something was wrong. I took in our surroundings, not finding anything that would cause us harm, for there were only two men, an elderly woman, and a woman with her young child in the aisle with us. None of them could be of any danger to us, but Bella seemed to have thought otherwise, unless of course there was something else that bothered her.

"Bella, love, what's wrong?" I asked her, standing in front of her, putting my large hands on her heart-shaped face. Bella's eyes snapped out of its trance and they focused on my eyes. It hurt me to see pain and guilt in her beautiful brown eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to take it away, but I had to know what was troubling her first, otherwise nothing could be done. In the hopes of comforting her on some level, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, but she didn't hug me back, her body was stiff yet her arms were limp at her sides. My concern for her only grew when she shook her head frantically. Her body came back to life, but in the worst way. She pushed me away roughly, causing me to stumble slightly, and then she bolted, running towards the parking lot.

I stared after her in shock, completely stunned as to why she ran away. Horrible thoughts and memories filled my head. Was she leaving me again? Was moving in with me too much for her so she ran? I tried to block these thoughts, I really did, but I couldn't help but think them, and they caused my heart to race and my hands to sweat. I wouldn't be able to handle if Bella left me, not now, especially since my feelings for her were so deep. I would never recover.

Ignoring the stares of strangers, and our cart, I ran after her. I followed her to the car where she stopped and leaned against the passenger door – I had the keys, so she couldn't get in. She looked like she had just seen a ghost; she was pale, her body trembling, and her eyes were shut tightly. Not wanting to alarm her, I walked slowly to her, hoping that my presence would soothe her like her presence does mine. Gently, I put my hands on her shoulders, putting us face to face. When she didn't jerk away – although she did flinch – I wrapped my arms around her and told her quietly that everything was going to be okay and that I was here. Moments later, her trembling stopped. I felt her take deep breaths, causing her body to relax further, but I could still feel her body on alert, like it was waiting for the ghost to pop back up again, and maybe it was.

"Are you better, now?" I asked, my arms never loosening its tight hold.

She nodded, and then she returned my embrace, her face in my neck. I felt her breathe me in, her body calming, and I was so glad that just my scent could make her feel better. "Can we get out of here?"

"Of course, love." I wanted to know why she reacted the way she did, but I thought it was best to wait until we got home. I just hoped she would tell me, let me in. I wanted to help her with her burdens, her fears. That's what couples do – they allow their partner to help them, to share the baggage the other carried.

When we arrived home, Bella rushed out of the car, and walked quickly into the house. With a sigh, I followed her into the house – at a much slower pace – and walked up the stairs into our bedroom. I saw her on the bed, laying on her stomach, her arms and legs spread out, and I faintly heard her mumble something into the sheets.

"Bella, honey, what's wrong?" I asked as I sat on the bed and stroked her hair. She lifted her head, and I saw in her eyes that she was afraid and worried and most of all she was freaked out about whatever happened at the grocery store.

"Edward, I love you." She reached up and kissed me. She kept on repeating how she loved me, and that I was everything to her. Truthfully, although her words were beautiful, it worried me. The way she said the words in desperation freaked me out, making me question what happened to cause this. "Can you just hold me? Is that…is that okay?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Of course, love." I pulled her into my arms and soon enough we were both asleep.

Bella (POV)

I saw it. I saw my past, that for some reason, refused to let me forget my mistakes.


What or who did Bella see that made her freak out?

Who do you think the mystery person is?

What did you think of the reason why Rosalie and Bella hated each other? Truthfully, Bella started everything, but her being herself she wouldn't admit it until now.

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Edward and Bella have always been best friends. While Bella spends her time sleeping around, Edward searches for a serious relationship. He soon finds it in Tanya. Several events, life altering changes, and serious eye openers make Edward and Bella realize that what they've been looking for is each other.

Edward - I saw them together. They were so close, too close. That should be me with my arm around her. That should be me feeling her love. But I realized that I shouldn't be feeling these things. I could never allow Bella to realize that she broke my heart every time she looked at him with love in her chocolate eyes.

Bella - The way Edward held her made me envious. The fact that she was able to call him hers made me angry. She didn't deserve him, but neither did I. I didn't like her for various reasons, and those various reasons only grew by the second. I know I can never have him, so why should she?

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