Author's Note: Strong language warning! I thought this would be a fun twist. I have too many active series going right now, so this is being published as a fun one shot, but please give it a follow if you enjoy it and want to read more, just in case. I have a habit of not letting go of stories. Haha. Enjoy!

"Edward, no!" I screamed, but my voice was lost in the roar of the chime. I could see him now. And I could see that he could not see me.

It was really him, no hallucination this time. And I realized that my delusions were more flawed than I'd realized; they'd never done him justice.

Edward stood, motionless as a statue, just a few feet from the mouth of the alley. His eyes were closed, the rings underneath them deep purple, his arms relaxed at his sides, his palms turned forward. His expression was very peaceful, like he was dreaming pleasant things.

The marble skin of his chest was bare—there was a small pile of white fabric at his feet. The light reflecting from the pavement of the square gleamed dimly from his skin.

(Stephanie Meyer, New Moon, Google Play Edition, Page 298)

"Edward!" I shouted, gathering up every bit of courage and energy possible to will my voice to be louder. He didn't hear me. He wasn't even looking in my direction.

I decided to try a different approach, hoping that if he couldn't hear my voice, maybe he would at least hear me through someone's thoughts. This was going to anger a few people, at minimum but it didn't matter. I was beyond caring about anything but getting us all out of here alive. Someone would think about what was happening loud enough to snap him out of his trance and make him see me.

"Edward, I'm alive you dramatic asshole!"

People were definitely running away from me as fast as they could now, not only because I was soaked and flinging water everywhere from my run through the fountain, but also because I was shouting obscenities. I figured at least some members of the crowd would speak English, but even if they didn't, my tone was more than obvious in any language, or none at all.

"FUCK! I might kill you myself for this! Edward, look at me!"

I risked a glance upwards from my feet and back to Edward. He was looking straight at me, finally!

His face was an odd mixture of despair and amusement. His black eyes were haunting, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

I finally got within a few feet of him and leapt at him, caught by his hard, stone arms, momentarily losing my breath from jumping into him so hard. I forced a breath so I could warn him. "Get the hell back before the sun touches you, you drama queen! You're going to get yourself killed!"

He took a big step back, still holding me tightly to him. Then, he was laughing. "Bella, you're alive." He said with wonder, kissing my head repeatedly as he held me, taking deep breaths with his face buried in my hair.

"Yes, and you better not pull anymore dumb shit like this, whether you want me or not! Think about your family! Alice and I had to race here to try to save you in time, poor Charlie has probably had a heart attack by now – "

"Bella." He whispered, loosening his grip just enough to look at me. He smiled and I was dazzled by his eyes, forgetting how to talk, shouting forgotten. My goal was accomplished anyhow. "As if I could ever not want you. You are everything to me."

I was so, so angry, but also very aware of how close he finally was, real at last, and the sweet smell of his breath as he leaned into me. He kissed me and I forgot everything, even my name, as I happily kissed him back with everything I had.

"Quite a scene you made there, Bella. Can't say that I saw that particular scenario in any of my visions." Alice said, coming up behind me laughing. "Come on, I've bought you two some robes so we can blend in with the festival goers better. Let's get out of here." She handed us some red robes that we quickly put on, including the hoods. "You better listen to her, brother. I'm of half a mind to set you on fire myself."

Edward let go of me only long enough for me to put on the robe, and then he grabbed me tightly in his arms. No matter how angry I was at him, I felt whole and overwhelmingly happy to be with him again and to feel his touch. He wasn't an illusion anymore. This was the real deal.

Alice led the way to another stolen car, but I couldn't protest. I was happily sneaking glances at Edward whenever I could spare a moment from watching my feet, trying to not trip on the stone streets. If my feet stumbled, he was quick to right me with his grip on my arms. He never complained about my human pace or my clumsiness.

Edward opened the door to the back seat for me, but then slid in beside me, never taking his hands off of me in some way. He lifted me up into his lap and held me close to him. He stroked my cheek, smiling at me. I was crying from a mixture of anger, fear, and intense, overpowering relief. It was such an odd mixture of emotions.

"So, you think I'm dramatic?" He asked, laughing. His dark eyes were staring deeply into mine.

"Very."

"I thought you were dead."

"I'm not." He couldn't possibly believe that would be a good excuse for all of the dramatics.

"And I'm extremely glad. But why did my sister have a vision of you jumping off a cliff?"

"Extreme sports. All the La Push kids do it." He didn't need all of those details just yet.

"Uh huh."

"Hey, I'm not the one trying to get themselves killed here. What the hell were you thinking, Edward?"

"I don't want to live in a world where you don't exist."

"Why not?"

He stared at me intensely and then leaned his face only an inch or two from mine. "Because I may be a dramatic asshole, and a drama queen and any other thing you want to call me. I more than deserve it. But I am your dramatic asshole and I don't want to live without you."

"Then why did you leave me?!" I was so angry at him, but so happy to see him. It was hard to reconcile my emotions. Part of me wanted to grab him and kiss him senseless, and part of me was beyond pissed at him.

"Because I love you and I was trying to protect you. I am incredibly sorry."

"And you expect me to just take you back like nothing happened?" I continued to fight the urge to just grab him and kiss him and never let him go again. He needed to know how much he hurt me.

"No. If you have moved on, then I understand. It's what I intended, and I won't interfere. But I have never stopped loving you, and I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust back if you will let me."

I stared at him for a minute, glared would probably be more appropriate. "I have a lot more to say to you. You will probably get rant from me that would make even Emmett blush in a few hours. I still haven't decided about trying to kill you. But for now…" I closed the small gap between us and kissed him.

My body came alive with the sensations. It felt as if I were floating on clouds. My anger turned into passion, desire.

I couldn't take my lips off of his, but he didn't seem to mind. He slid my hood down and gently grabbed handfuls of my hair, pulling me even closer to him. I gladly removed his hood and put my hands around his neck. We didn't open our eyes until it was dark outside. Alice was still driving.

"Glad to see you two are ready to socialize again." Alice laughed. "I had a vision while you were, uh, distracted. The Volturi didn't follow us. But you can expect an official letter from them in a few weeks reprimanding you for trying to cause a scene, reminding you of the laws, and insisting that you change Bella as soon as possible."

"No!" Edward shouted.

"Too bad." was my calm answer. It was now his turn to glare at me.

"Bella, I will not take away your soul."

"Then Alice will. We already discussed it on the way over."

"I won't allow it!"

"You won't allow it? You said you don't want to live without me, which is it?"

"I don't want to live without you. But you don't know what you're asking for. You don't want this."

"I want you." I said simply. He was torn between fury and happiness. It was quite an interesting expression.

"I guess now is a good time for the rant I've been holding in, although I do wish Emmett were here to help me with some more colorful expressions. I'm afraid I don't curse too much. But you have definitely given me a reason to. I love you, Edward. I love you so much that it hurts. It physically hurts like hell to be away from you. I can't begin to tell you how much pain I've been in since the moment you left. I am so pissed at you, not only for leaving me, for lying to me, for treating me like I'm not capable of making my own decisions, but let's also talk about how you just risked your own life and even that of some of your family because you wanted to be a dick and make a dramatic exit when you did decide to kill yourself.

Do you really value your own life so little? I didn't want to live without you either, but I didn't try to kill myself. I jumped off that cliff because I was going fucking crazy, Edward. I was hallucinating. I noticed that I would hear your voice when I did something dangerous, like riding motorcycles, cliff diving, walking towards drunk guys outside a bar, oh yeah I did that!" His eyes grew huge and his jaw fell open a little. "You have got to stop caring so much about just yourself. You would have absolutely gutted your family if you would have let the Volturi kill you. Think about Alice and what she sacrificed to come save your ass! And what about Esme? Do you really want her to lose another son?

Don't expect me to just take you back like nothing happened and like I haven't wasted months of my life crying and having constant nightmares because you just had to believe that you were right. I want you. I want to be with you more than anything. I'm not going to want to let you go for a long time. But you are going to have to really do some soul searching and some compromising if you don't want us both to be miserable for the rest of eternity. I'm tired of all of this drama. I love you. You love me. That should be enough. We don't need to lie to each other or jump off cliffs or provoke the fucking Volturi of all things! Can't we just fight like normal people and then get over it?!"

Edward looked down at his lap, ashamed. My point was made.

I laid my head against his shoulder and held him tightly, as he held me in return. Now my anger was replaced by tears. The events of the day had absolutely drained me emotionally and physically. He gently wiped my tears away.

"Bella, I am so incredibly sorry. I had no idea that you felt as strongly for me as I do you. I will find a way to make this up to you, even if it takes centuries." He whispered. "It's going to be hard for me to change. Vampires are, by nature, very unchanging. But I will try. For you. I will do anything you ask of me. You deserve that and so much more." He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. He started to speak, but it was like he couldn't find the words, so he settled for bending down to kiss me on the lips again. I happily straddled him, kissing him back and enjoying feeling whole. The truth was out. The anger was out. He knew what he had to do, and now, I could just enjoy him. Us.

"You know, eventually we're going to have to get on a plane, you two." Alice said, giggling from the front seat as we made out like the teenagers we were in the back of the car. We didn't dare put a centimeter of space between us to respond.