Hi guys, as I have yet to figure out how to create a poll please comment on whether you think I should change the title. I have only gotten one message concerning this so far, so if you want it to stay as it is, please tell me so. I made chapter fifteen completely different originally, I loved what I wrote but I lost it and did not have time to re-write such a long chapter. I was re-reading my story and I absolutely loath chapter fifteen, so I soon plan to redo it. Keep your eye out and check if you want to see the MUCh better original. As always Read and Review. Enjoy!

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Bella's POV:

What was I thinking! I couldn't wear my cannula to school. There are no secrets in Forks, everyone would know within weeks. Everyone probably already knew, ina. town with only 3,100 people I would be hot gossip. At least Edward would be beside me the entire time.

"I don't want everyone, staring at me," I complained to Edward and my dad.

"You don't have to go" Charlie replied for the millionth time.

"I just want things to go back to normal, but on the other hand I don't want to get behind in school"

"Leave me out of this, kid, I've got to et to work. Whatever you decide it'll be fine"

"You're probably right, I'm just overreacting"

"It'll be fine" he repeated while walking out the door.

"Bella, though you've never appreciated the fact- or frankly seemed to notice- I am actually frightening. I promise you I can do something about the staring"

"How?" Is he going to give every person who looks at me the death glare?

"I'll show you"

"Now I'm curious. Fine, let's get going"

"We're going to be late"

"I'm always late," I said and winked at him.

"I'm beginning to see that, Bella Swan," He said and smiled my favorite crooked smile. I could feel my heart skip a beat.

I saw that he was in fact, glaring at every person that looked my way. He walked me to my first period English class, and went to head to Trigonometry. This happened to be the only class I shared with Eric Yorkie. I found him annoying, but he seemed nice enough.

"Hey Bella," Eric greeted me cheerily, and for the first time probably ever I responded.

"Hey Eric," I said and tried to give him my best smile, it felt too forced. He didn't seem to realize at first that I was talking to him even though I said his name.

"How was your weekend" good so he didn't notice the ginormous hunk of plastic lining my face. Probably due to the fact that I had my hair - which was finally long enough to not have to wear a wig!- spread across my face like a shield. I was so extremely grateful that I didn't have to carry an oxygen tank around- yet. Oh god. I thought telling Edward was going to be the hardest part. Not having him have to deal with me, and tank, and a broken set of lungs.

I wasn't sure how to respond, I was used to the bad news of cancer again, used to the idea that it was incurable, and that my form of remission was that the cancer isn't growing I could breathe and my lung percents were steady. So basically my weekend sucked, but then I thought of Edward- holding my hand, kissing me..."It was all right" I responded.

"What's the thing in your nose, I didn't notice it before?" I debated on ignoring him, but it was an innocent question. He didn't understand how much it hurt.

"My cannula"

"What do you need a cannula for. Don't you only need those if you can't breathe?"

"Yes"

"Oh"

"What happened?"

"I have cancer," I said nonchalantly. He gaped at me, this was a bad idea.

"When? How? Why?"

"Ummm around when I turned nine"

"Wow"

"I don't know the Why or How"

"But my great-grandfather had lung cancer to so..."

"I'm sorry" ugh

"Don't be" I muttered.

"Lung cancer?"

"Yeah"

"Man, that's got to suck, isn't it incurable?"

"Yes, but I could live with it if my lungs got to a better place"

"Well, I'm here. What do you need a lunch date? Friends? Shoulder to cry on? "

"I've always been more of the suffer in silence type but thanks"

"Then how 'bout I introduce you to my crew?"

"You mean your friends"

"Yeah your always having lunch by yourself or with that Cullen kid"

"Edward," I corrected.

"Yeah, I know"

"Sur, but only if he can come too"

"Sure," he said, but I could tell he wished it was just me, which made me silently resent him more than when he blatantly asked me about my cannula.

Edward's POV:

"Bella, I got our usual lunch, a lemonade, and a soda."

"Shouldn't you be having something, I don't know, more filling"

"Don't even start with me" she said in a tone that told me not to press her.

I started walking to our usual table but Bella grab my hand and started pulling me the other direction. When not pulling, more like tugging. In the conditions she was in, she'd probably dislocate her arm if she tried to pull me along.

"Where are we going might I ask?"

"Eric Yorkie invited us to sit with us today," she said, and walked to there table, easily sliding down into one of the only two open chairs likes she's been doing it every day for the last three months. It doesn't feel like its been three months, like there hasn't been enough time. Yet when I think of my life before Bella it feels like a lifetime ago.

Bella sat down and genuinely smiled at the group, I've never seen her do that before. The group consisted of Jessica Stanley, your standard self absorbed girl, Angel a Weber, who seemed like on of those sincerely nice people who were content with what they have, then Mike Newton, who I didn't like as he obviously found Bella attractive, I mean who wouldn't. But that still didn't change my dislike for him. There was Ben Cheney, Eric Yorkie, Tyler Crowly, and Lauren Mallory, all who I knew absolutely nothing about.

I was kind of hoping for a private audience with Bella when I asked her if she'd play baseball with my family, but she's trying to be better. So will I.