A/N: Hey gang! We're getting into some of the scenes from Midnight Sun, which we'll be seeing a bit more often! Enjoy

Bella

Everyone's pissed and I'm exhausted. By the end of the day, I'd spoken to almost everyone at the school, using my power to convince them everything was normal. By the time the final bell rung, I was tired that Emmett had carried me out to the car, piggy-back style. He fretted over me while Alice and Jasper had a near silent argument. Rosalie hadn't come back to school and was presumably waiting to ambush Edward.

When we make to the house, my mother hurries to open the door, pulling me carefully into her arms.

"Oh, sweetheart," she sighs. "What have you done?"

"She's been cleaning up Edward's mess all day," Rosalie snarls, bursting into the garage. "Using her magic to make everyone forget Edward's stupid mistake!"

"Rose," my mom admonishes. "How can it be a mistake when he saved that poor child's life?"

"He risked exposure!" she snaps, beyond reason now. "The Volturi have descended on people for much less, and if they come here, if they find Bella—"

"Stop." Emmett's voice rings through the garage, and just like that, Rosalie deflates, her muscles sagging. He pulls her close, tucking her against his chest. "I promise nothing like that's going to happen, okay? Nothing's going to happen to us or to Bella, I swear."

"No, I think she's right," Jasper pipes up. Alice's delicate features pinch up in anger, a first for me. She and my parents are the only ones I've never seen mad before. "The boy is a liability. Edward's too invested. He'll try to get closer and this can only end in disaster."

"How could you say that?" Alice snaps, jerking away from him. "We're talking about a human life!"

"Can you guarantee that he won't expose us all?" Jasper asks. "Honey, I'm doing this for you! For our family."

"It's too unclear," Alice insists. "We can't decide anything until the future sets itself!"

"We need to talk," Mom says hurriedly. "Let me get Bella settled and we'll talk."

"Wait," I say, squirming out of mom's grasp. "I'm part of this family too. I deserve a say."

"Sweetheart," Rosalie begs me. "You can't possibly understand the kind of danger we're in—"

"Don't you get that that's what I was trying to avoid today? I was making everything as normal as possible. Even if Beau has something weird to say, no one will believe him, because everyone knows what I told them is right," I explain, patience wearing thin. I won't let anything happen to one of my closest friends.

"What if the magic wears off?" Jasper asks quietly. "You can't go around forcing everyone to believe you forever, darlin'."

"Watch me," I snarl, stalking into the house and throwing myself onto the couch. Thankfully, that's when Edward and Dad come back. Surely, they'll see sense, at least Edward. It's strange to think we're on the same side for one, consider we disagree so much.

No one says anything, all of us filing into the dining room one by one to take our seats. Dad sits at the head of the table, with Esme and Edward on either side of him. Rose and Jasper take seats at the other end of the table, then Emmett, who huffs out a particularly put-out sigh. I hover awkwardly, before dropping into the seat next to Edward. He gives a surprised look but doesn't smile.

Alice is the last to come in, lost in a haze of future possibilities. She drops into the seat beside Esme, rubbing at her temples. I bounce my leg anxiously, waiting for someone to say something.

"I'm sorry," Edward starts. "I didn't mean to put any of you at risk. It was thoughtless and I take full responsibility for my hasty actions."

"What do you mean 'take full responsibility'?" Rosalie demands. "Are you going to fix it?"

"Not the way you mean," Edward explains. "I'm willing to leave now, if that makes things better."

"What? Oh, no, Edward," Mom says softly, her lips pressed into a concerned line.

"It's just a few years," he says kindly, patting her hand.

"Esme's right," Emmett says. "That's going to look shady as hell if you leave. We need to know what people think now more than ever."

"Alice will catch anything major," Edward tries to argue.

"Emmett's right," Dad says thoughtfully. "It's either all of us leave or none at all." A sudden fear grips me, the second time in as many months. Please no, don't make me move.

"He won't say anything," Edward insists. I want to interject, but suddenly, I feel too young to say anything. These are the people who raised me, surely, they know better than I do.

"You can't hear his mind," Dad reminds Edward, who frowns deeply.

"I know this much," he argues. "Alice, back me up. Bella, you're friends with him—"

"Oh no, you are not going to drag Bella into this," Rosalie snarls. "You know what she did today. Ask her how difficult it was, how painful!"

"I'm fine," I say softly, looking at my hands. Edward gives me an uncharacteristically protective look. "Seriously, I'm good. I won't even have to do it again because everyone's going to be cool. Beau won't say anything, seriously. He's not a gossip."

"I can't see what will happen if we just ignore this," Alice sighs, side-eying Jasper and Rosalie. Jasper twitches uncomfortably but holds his ground.

"We can't give him the chance to say anything about us!" Rosalie insists. "I know that you think you know him—"

"I do know him!" I counter. Edward nods, backing me up.

"Beau is quiet person," he says. "He's willing to keep it quiet."

"Keep what quiet?" Rosalie asks, voice dangerously quiet. "What have you told him?"

"Nothing!" Edward says quickly. "And certainly not that!" Rosalie purses her lips, turning to Dad.

"Carlisle, surely you understand. We live so differently from our kind, any rumors we leave behind could be disastrous," she pleads.

"We've left rumors behind before," Edward says, tone bordering on petulant. I bite my lip, turning to Mom, who mirrors my worries.

"Just talk! Speculation! Never evidence," Rosalie snarls.

"Evidence!" Edward snaps. "What, the delusions of a boy who hit is head in a high stress situation?"

"Babe, I took care of the cars," Emmett interjects quietly. "Everything looks normal. It'll be like Tyler managed to stop just before hitting Edward."

"That's hardly plausible," she huffs, furious now. Suddenly inspired, I whip out my phone, pulling twitter.

"Look, Rose, no one's even talking about it," I say, passing it along. "I made sure this will just away quietly. When I see Beau at school tomorrow, I'll just fix his memory."

"Wait, Bella," Dad says. "That's pretty ill-advised. Tampering with the human psyche could be catastrophic."

"There!" Rosalie cries. "There goes our only chance of covering this up. Now do you understand?"

Edward really does snarl now, fingers digging into the wood. Mom grimaces as splinters rise up in his wake.

"It wouldn't be a big production," Rosalie says, softer now. "He hit his head today. Everyone knows head injuries are precarious. He'll simply fall asleep and won't wake. Easy and painless. I'll even do it, I have the most control of us all."

"Oh, we all know what a proficient little assassin you are," Edward hisses. Emmett gives him a sharp look and I sink further in my seat. I've never seen my family fight like this before.

"Edward," Carlisle says in warning. "Rosalie, I looked the other way in Rochester because you were owed your justice. Those men had wronged you monstrously, but the Swan boy is innocent. Just a child, like our Bella."

"I'm doing this for her," Rosalie insists, a wild look in her eyes. "I'm doing this to protect the family."

"Rosalie," I say softly. "If you do this, I'll never forgive you." This gives her pause, her mouth parting in surprise. For a moment, I think she might cry, if she could.

"I know you mean well, but to do this, to murder an innocent child, goes against the very essence of what we're trying to build. Sacrificing a human life for our own sense of privacy would be to lose what keeps us worth protecting," Dad says after a beat. Rosalie's head droops and Edward's mouth twitches, like he's hiding a smirk. Jackass.

"It's being responsible," she says, even though I can tell she knows she's lost the battle. Emmett takes one of her hands, squeezing, but she lets hers hang limp in his grip.

"It's being callous," Dad corrects. "Every life is precious. Now, though, I suppose the question becomes should we stay or go?"

"No!" I say hurriedly. "No, come on, it's the middle of my junior year, I can't move!"

"This place gets so little sun, it's almost like being normal," Rosalie whines. "I can't even fathom starting high school all over again."

"Well, I suppose there's no point in making a decision tonight," Dad says. "We'll wait on Beau to decide that."

Pretty much everyone settles, except Edward, who's focus narrows in on Jasper. Fuck, I'd forgotten he was part of team "kill my friend." Jazz senses exactly where Edward's going with this and shakes his head.

"I won't allow Alice to be in any kind of danger, even the threat of one—"

"Wait," Alice says, vision clearing. "I can see now. Jazz, I have to ask you a favor." Jasper looks confused at this turn in the conversation, but he nods anyways, gesturing for Alice to go on. "Beau and I are going to be very close friends. I'm going to love him, too. I'd be very put out if anything happened to him."

What? What did she mean, too? At first, I thought she meant me, but then it hit me. Not me. I might grow to love him too, but she didn't mean me.

Then, Edward understood what she meant, and shit really hit the fan.

A/N: So, a touch shorter than usual, but I hope you liked it! Drop a comment to let me know what you thought!