Thanks for all your feedback! I really wanted to get ball rolling on this story, which is why I uploaded the chapter before so quickly. Anyways, as promised, Edward has returned!

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July 2007: Carlisle Cullen's House

I stare at the ceiling as Rosalie mutters in her sleep. I swear, between her and Leah, I'll never get any sleep. Rolling over to my side, I fiddle with the corner of my comforter. I wonder how Leah's holding up, things are always worse when I'm gone. It's not as if things are great when I'm home, but my mother's mean streak is dampened when I'm there. Her husband is such an asshole to her, well to everyone, it's easier to make her see when she's letting him use her.

My fingers fumble for my shitty flip phone, because "Why do you need an Iphone when you can't text and use the internet?" Charlie's voice flits in the back of my mind.

2:57. Jesus. I've really got to get this insomnia situation under control. I flip my phone back down with a groan. I've literally been lying here wide awake all night. Might as well get up. I crawl out of bed and head to the kitchen. Esme always has something sweet she baked.

As I round the corner, the kitchen light under the sink is on and Edward's back is to me as he rummages through the fridge. It's crazy how much he's grown since last year. He wasn't overweight by any means, just still had all his baby fat. Now, he's taller and thanks to football he's started to muscle up some.

He grabs something I can't see before turning and closing the fridge. He eyes me for a second before sitting down at the island bar.

"Can't sleep?" He asks while breaking off a piece of cookie dough.

I shrug, "Not tired."

He just nods then extends a piece a cookie dough towards me.

"What some," he offers.

I slip into a chair beside him and take the piece.

"My grandmother told me if I ate this I would get worms," I say eyeing the piece in my hand.

He chokes a little before laughing. "Oh yeah, what did you say?"

I smile a little. "I didn't say anything, I just ate it anyways."

He laughs again. "That's disgusting."

I pop the piece in my mouth. "And complete bull. I think she was just tired of not ever having enough dough to make the cookies."

He snorts. "Probably, but still. Worms? What kind of person says that?"

I laugh again. "She's a little eccentric."

We fall into a silence while we munch. It's awkward again. I don't know when things shifted between us. We used to be best friends, but the past few years we just stopped talking. I'm not sure what to make of him anymore. He doesn't feel like my sibling, not like Rosalie. He's just this random guy that happens to be here when I visit.

"You pumped about Colorado?" He finally asks.

I'm not. The probability of me landing in the ER is fairly high.

"No, not really. Skiing doesn't really suit me," I mumble.

His body goes stiff. The hell? I don't know what I've said, but clearly I've just pissed him off. Jesus, so I don't want to go skiing, what's the deal?

"We're only going because dad said you'd never been," he says, his voice tight.

OK, your point being? I still don't know why that makes him so pissy.

"Yeah, it's whatever, I mean I'm not unhappy about it, it's just not my thing I guess," I say.

Silence.

Edward's fingers flex at his side and his eyes narrow.

My heart beat goes up. I'm nervous, but I don't know why this is happening. He's so wishy washy.

"You know, he only does stuff like this when you're involved," he says not looking at me. "I've been asking him for years if we could go back to Denver, but he's never been interested. But of course, you say you've never been skiing, and suddenly now we get to go," he says, his voice tight.

My cheeks flush and my chest tightens. Is he for real?

"Well don't blame me, it's not as if I control him," I say.

His head whips back to me, his eyes are narrow and his body is rigid.

"But I do blame you," he says getting up. "It's like the whole world only revolves around you when you're here. Like the rest of us don't matter. He planned this entire trip for you and you don't even care. How selfish could you possibly be?"

My mouth opens and closes. Selfish? I'm the selfish one? Is he freaking kidding me? But my confusion soon begins to morph, and I can taste it. My skin feels hot, and my hands start shaking.

"Selfish." I say my tone quiet and cold. "I'm the selfish one," I say with a bitter laugh. "He leaves us and then gets this whole new family and I'm the selfish one," I finish laughing louder.

His eyes flash.

I don't care.

"My dad left too, you don't see me whining about it," he says.

I want to hit him. Because he has no fucking clue. My dad loves him, my dad loves his mother. My dad takes care of him. My dad loves Rosalie.

My step father only loves himself. And my mother, well my mother only loves us when it's convenient.

"Get over yourself Edward," I spit out. "You see him everyday, I see him once a month. You don't get to call me selfish."

Yikes, a little jealous much Edward? PS: My grandmother actually did tell me that eating raw cookie dough would give me worms. Gross.