Disclaimer: Twilight in no way belongs to me. If it did, I'd be ridiculously famous, be rich as fuck and it'd have sex in it. I'd also be a well-recognized best-selling author, but I'm not, so. . .

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS and AN: So, yeah, it's been a while. I'm so fucking sorry, guys, you can't even believe! I've been so busy with work, and then when I'm off, I just wanna relax. That's no excuse, though. I made the mistake of posting the first 3 chapters in one night, while what I should have done was space them out. Then everyone was waiting for the next chapter, and that was all I wrote, and I started getting kinda iffy about the story as a whole. I was like, is this any good, should I even bother. I started to quit, but I always said I'd never abandon a story. I started seeing your reviews and that encouraged me to start again. So, I really do appreciate all of the feedback and I'll try to keep on track and not let insecurity catch me again.

Anyway, on to the long-awaited chapter 4! I really hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4: Fuck Sunday's

The weekend had passed by in a blur. She and Angela had binge watched TV shows, eaten a ridiculous amount of junk and done basically nothing productive. It'd been nice to hang out with a normal person, no one trying to kill her, no being self-conscious about her actions. It was a great weekend and she'd love to do it again. In fact, they'd made plans for a couple weeks later, when Angela's mom went out of town again.

However, it was only all too soon that Bella was back home and waiting for Edward to arrive.

Although she'd had a ton of fun, the coming conversation had been in the back of her mind the entire weekend, her laughs not as full, her smiles a little dimmer. No matter how much fun she'd been having or how drawn in she'd been by a show, he'd always come back to her mind.

And he wasn't the only one. Her newly discovered imprint was coming over the next day, and she wasn't yet sure how to feel about that. Sure, she knew that they had to have a talk, and sooner rather than later, but she wasn't really feeling it.

She wasn't really feeling anything at the moment. Well, except for tired, physically that is. Obviously, she hadn't slept that well, so it was understandable that all she wanted to do, after putting all of her things away, was just lay down for a while.

But, of course, she thought as she opened her bedroom door. No time to relax.

Why, you ask?

Because there was Edward, in his self-appointed seat, waiting for her.

Bella wished she could just close the door, go back downstairs and pretend that he wasn't there, but she knew that they absolutely had to have this talk. So, with a sigh, she put on her big girl panties and sat down on her bed.

Now, to actually start the conversation. . .

Fortunately (or unfortunately), Edward took the initiative.

"Why didn't you call when you got home? I was waiting to hear from you."

"I wasn't aware I had to call you the second I walked through the door; I haven't even been home an hour. And I thought I told you I'd let you know what time to come over?"

"When I didn't hear from you, I asked Alice to look for you and she told me when you'd be back. She said you wouldn't be busy, so I decided to come over."

Bella was sort of irked that he just decided that he could come over without any notice like that, but she wouldn't make it a huge thing. Besides, he did it all of the time, and she would usually be so excited to see him that she wouldn't think about it. However, for some reason, it kinda rubbed her the wrong way this time.

"Okay, so obviously we need to talk. Some stuff happened the other night, something we clearly we weren't expecting, and we of course need to address it," Bella said, putting her annoyance to the side and focusing on the issue at hand.

"I completely agree, and I have some news that I'm sure you'll be happy to hear," he said, with a slight smile.

Why the hell is he smiling? This isn't gonna be good news. . .

"Before you say anything, I just wanna start off by saying that I never thought that this would happen. Of course I never did, who would? Anyway, it happened and we can't ignore it. Paul imprinted on me, and I want to try to get to know him and see what happens. Which means that we, meaning you and I, can't be together anymore."

Neither of them said anything for a moment, but Bella could see Edward's expression change, the smile slipping from his face and his brow furrowing.

"I came over to tell you that I did some research and that this, him imprinting on you, doesn't have to change anything. Bella, love, he imprinted on you; you have no obligation to him. You don't have to be with him. The wolf is supposed to be whatever the imprint needs, so he could just be a friend, or you could just not associate with him at all. There's no need for us to not be together," he explained, smile crawling back onto his face.

Ohhh, this is SO not going how I expected.

He reached out to grab Bella's hand, but she drew back a little. He didn't seem to notice, and his skin felt extremely cold to her, more so than usual. It was just on the edge of unpleasant, and she itched to pull away from him, but she knew the news she was about to deliver wasn't gonna be easy, and she didn't wanna be unnecessarily cold to him.

"Edward. . . I don't wanna be with you anymore. Before you say anything, this has nothing to do with Paul, besides the fact that I'm telling you now. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I just think that we don't work well together anymore. We're too different in ideals and mind sets, and I can't argue with you anymore. I don't feel like myself anymore, and I feel it's best to go my own way and try to find who I was, or maybe who I am now," Bella said, apologetically but serious.

He said Alice looked in my future, so why didn't she see that this conversation wouldn't go in his favor?

He coincidentally answered her thoughts when he slid closer to her and peered down at her, staring deeply into her eyes. His gaze was intense, seemingly trying to drill into her mind.

"Love, we're perfect; we've been through so much to be together and I love you more than I can explain. You want to be with me too, you're just confused. Why don't we go and see the family, and you can talk it over with Alice?"

The way he spoke, it was a soft, soothing tone, meant to lull her into complacency.

He was trying to dazzle her. Alice saw this and he figured he'd be able to change my mind.

That bitch!

Who the fuck did he think he was?

Actually, the bigger question was, why wasn't it working?

"I think you should leave, Edward."

His smile dimmed, and he looked confused, but he stood.

He gave her one last questioning glance, and then he left.

And that was that.

**LR**

Sunday's are the worst part of the weekend; sure, it's still the weekend, but it's the last day and a reminder that the next day is Monday.

This Sunday just so happened to be the day that Bella decided to talk to her (ex?) vampire boyfriend about the fact that a fucking werewolf was apparently her soulmate and that she was breaking up with the aforementioned vampire to pursue a relationship with said werewolf.

Yeah . . . Sunday's are great.

AN: So . . . what'd you think? Was it worth the wait? Next chapter is Monday: back at school and the talk with Paul!

Just to be serious for a minute: do you guys really like this story, or should I try something else? I don't really see this in the same light you do, but I guess that's because I wrote it.

If you do, I'll try to have it up by . . . let's say Sunday.