I told you I'd be back on track! Ugh, I'm so exhausted you guys! This past weekend was killer. And now with Thanksgiving in a couple of days, it's been extremely hectic at the house! I'm probably going to do a Thanksgiving One Shot with these two. So if you guys have any requests, just message me!

Hope you guys enjoy!

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2007 Lodge: Restaurant

First of all, my ankle hurts like a mother.

Second, Edward's been avoiding me for two days.

Sheesh, he's so moody. My eyes flit to his sitting form as he devours into his omelet. I don't get him. He goes three years hardly speaking a word, to being all 'cuddles'- I shudder- and shit, only to just ghost me again. What is his problem?

"Need a refill?" The waitress snaps me out of my musings and I quickly shake my head.

My fork pushes my omelet around the plate. My appetite is shaky. This is stupid. But I can't stop from wracking my brain for whatever clearly has changed between us. Maybe Mike? He did seem pretty off after seeing him carry me in. I look at Edward again. But nothing happened, he didn't even ask for my number. So it can't be that.

"Mom and I are going to a wine tasting this afternoon," my dad says. "Have you guys figured out what you all are doing?"

"I was thinking about going to the village, I'm a little burned out from skiing," Rosalie says.

Maybe if I could just get him alone, I could figure out what's going on with him.

"There's a showing of 'The Blob' at the amphitheater, figured I go check that out," I say.

"Ewww, why would you want to see that?" Rosalie says wrinkling her nose and I roll my eyes.

"Because it's a classic that's why," I retort.

Rosalie just scoffs. "It sounds stupid."

"Of course it's stupid," I say with a laugh. "That's why it's a classic." I say before turning to Edward. "Do you want to go?"

Edward falls back against his seat and looks at me with a bored expression.

"Can't, going skiing with someone," he says.

My dad smiles and leans forward. "Really, who are going with?"

Edward takes a sip of his orange juice, gulping the last bit down.

My heart is beating a little harder. Chill out Bella.

"Jessica, we met on the slopes yesterday," he says.

My eyes narrow. A chill goes down my spine. So it is Mike. Anger radiates through me as I clench my coffee cup. You've got to be kidding me. My fingers lose their grip somewhat as I set my cup down. Okay, you just need to talk to him. If you can just make him see-

A jolt runs through me. It's like someone dumped an entire bucket of icy water over my head.

See what? Jesus Christ Bella, he's your stepbrother! You shouldn't be thinking this at all!

Then something else hits me, it's dark and unforgiving.

What if you're wrong, what if you've misread his actions? It wouldn't be the first time, seriously even thinking that Charlie-

Stop.

I cannot go there. It's too muddled, fucked up and uncomfortable.

I want to go home.

I don't know my way around this dynamic.

My breathing is labored, I'm about to have a full blown panic attack. My chest hurts and I feel like I'm suffocating. You've got to calm down, just stop. Stop feeling. Stop caring. Slowly the panic and hurt all start to slip away till all there this is nothing. Numb.

"Fun," I say with a smile.

Edward's eyes shoot to mine, they're narrow. He's angry. Though I don't know why. He's the one avoiding me. He's the one going skiing with Jessica. So I don't know how I'm the problem in this.

"Yeah, bet you're having loads of that right now," he hisses.

"Edward," my dad's sharp voice cuts in.

But Edward stands up, fury etched in his face.

It's frightening and beautiful.

"What?" He spits out. "She doesn't even want to be here, I'm so sick of always having to cater to what she wants," he continues his voice rising.

I'm stunned. Is he being for real right now? The anger is back, I feel coursing through me like a poison.

"That's enough," my father says also standing up.

Edward laughs. "It's true, you expect everyone to just drop their life because she"- pointing to me- "comes around. And I'm sick of it. She doesn't want to be here with us."

My dad's hand slams on the table and Rosalie and Esme jump.

"She is part of this family and you will watch your mouth," my dad says.

That's rich. I physically refrain from scoffing.

Edward lets out a bitter laugh.

"Well she certainly isn't my family," he says.

I'm done.

Standing up, I grab my purse and make my way to leave.

"Bella wait," Esme pleads.

I turn around.

"It's fine," I say before turning to Edward. "Thanks for your honesty. I'll stay out of your way and you'll stay out of mine from now on."

Something flashes in his eyes. I can't read him. But I just don't care. I'm so sick of feeling unwanted. He's right though. I do disrupt their lives. My dad, well he believes throwing money at me will somehow make me forget that's he's practically nonexistent in my life. That this trip to Colorado was to placate me, to distract me from the fact that he never gets involved in my life. That while he went to every Football game, Cheer leading competition, every musical performance, he actively ignored mine.

All the money in the world won't make you a great father, Dad. And all the trips and expensive gifts won't change the fact you left me with a crazy bitch of a mother.

"I'm going to the room," I say and leave.

"You're grounded," I hear my dad say as I walk- more like- hobble away.

I don't know why. Edward's the only one that's being honest.

Wow, talk about drama. Edward's having problems. Things don't come easy for these two do they? Hope you guys enjoyed this one! Please let me know what think! Till tomorrow!