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Okay. Hello. First off, some of you have been asking whether I plan on finishing this story, and the answer to that is YES. Even though it doesn't seem like it. I know I haven't been posting much and I wish I could have something to blame other than just work and school and life itself, but really, I'm just a shitty updater.

So, yes, I am planning on finishing this story and I will definitely let you guys know if I decide to discontinue (which I won't; I'm almost finished here, anyways).

So, again, I'm so sorry for the lack of updates, but thank you all for keep me on my toes and continuing to read. I'm going to try and spend the rest of this long weekend updating and, hopefully, finishing.

Thank you all so much.

College: Freshmen Year

"When do you go back?"

I glance unnecessarily at the calendar hanging in my bedroom. It's our first spring break, and a week off of college was just what I had needed. I thought it was just what we had needed too, but now I'm not so sure.

"Two days."

Even though I'm sitting against his chest on the floor of my room, I can practically hear him frowning. And then I can feel when he brings a hand up to run through his hair that he's agitated. I'm not sure what to say or do. He has to go back to school, too, so it's not like I'm the one leaving him, but the last time either of us had any sort of discussion like this—anything outside of the realm of sex and alcohol and the Reservation—we fought. We've been fighting a lot lately. Well, I've been fighting a lot lately.

Edward clears his throat and I can feel his pulse pick up from where my back touches his chest.

"Come back to Forks," is all he says. I turn to look over my shoulder at him. His eyes are earnest, his face unsure.

"What do you mean?" I study the slight lowering of his eyebrows. "I'm in Forks now."

"No, I mean…" he lifts the small joint he had been babysitting for the past ten minutes to his mouth and takes a drag. I stare at his lips. "Finish out your school here. Community."

I stare at him. I can't help it. He's not making any sense so I stand up quickly. "You're fucking high, Edward." I know he's not. He's barely had anything, but just the idea of what he's proposing…

He grabs my wrist before I can get too far from him and let's go when I focus on him. "I'm not high, I just…"

"You just don't trust me," I finish for him.

"What?"

"You don't trust me."

He stands up so that we're on the same level, though he's a head taller than me.

"Yes, I do. What the fuck are you talking about?"

I shake my head, reliving the last month and a half. "That phone call? About that guy—my lab partner? You were pissed. You thought he'd try to hook up with me. You thought I'd try to hook up with him." The last part didn't come directly from his mouth, but I know it appeared in his thoughts.

He doesn't answer, only stares down at me before scoffing. "Fuck this." He starts to leave but it's my turn to grab him now. To make sure he doesn't walk out of my room without saying what's actually on his mind for once.

"We're talking about this, Edward."

I watch his jaw clench once, twice, three times, though he's staring out the window. Quickly he turns to me, glaring, his hand rubbing over his jaw, over the stubble that just, half an hour ago, was rubbing against the inside of my thighs. It's what we do best. Fuck when we need to talk. "I'd come back to community for you," he says. "I'd drop everything for you."

I pull at my hair and groan. My bed creaks when I drop to it heavily. "That's not how it works, Edward, and you know it."

I barely get the words out before he's moving towards me, bending to grab my face, his palms on either side. "It is like that, Bella," he says hotly. "It's exactly like that. If you had told me to stay in Washington, I would have."

I'm quick to retort, even faster to pull my face from his grasp. "I shouldn't have to tell you anything. And you can't tell me anything, Edward. I'm staying at my school whether or not you come back to Forks. I like it there. I like my professors and the friends I've made."

I don't know if my words are hurtful, or wrong in any way, but I feel like they are because I can picture my mom's face as I say them. And she's grinning in triumph.

Edward's jaw ticks once before he makes to grab for his keys.

"So now you're leaving," I state. There's no question to it. When I get angry…when he gets angry, he leaves. We don't talk. We ignore. I cross my arms and try not to let the angry tears I know are waiting to fall, fall.

"Yeah," he mutters, and I can see the irritation written clear as day on his face. "Gotta pack. Maybe I'll see you later." And then he leaves without kissing me goodbye or telling me it was stupid to ask me to move back home.

I throw myself back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling in exasperation. I don't know how much longer I can stand this.

The tears build, and fall.