Hi, hello, bonjour!

I'm so sorry this is so short and it took forever to write!

It actually took me like 30 minutes to write, cause I was in the mood but I couldn't write anymore and I thought I'd share it anyway.

It's like 500 words I think...

Enjoy :D

Angie was sitting on her bed, alone, staring out the window. It was dark outside, clouds had come to cover the sky of Forks once again.

She was wearing the same shorts as the night before, and Carlisle's sweater. She couldn't help but bring the sleeves to her nose, she couldn't get enough of his smell.

Bella had been impatient all day. Because of the sun, none of the Cullens had been at school that day, and for once, Bella wished it weren't sunny. She had gone dress shopping with Angela and Jessica to Port Angeles, leaving Angie alone for the night, as Charlie and Carlisle had both had emergencies to attend to.

The telepath sighed as she let herself fall back on the mattress. The last thing she wanted to do was fall asleep before Carlisle arrived.

Suddenly, she heard a car stop in front of her house. She focused and managed to hear Edward's worried thoughts, though she could only catch pieces of it, and couldn't figure out what he was worried about.

She waited a few minutes and listened to her sister walk up the stairs and stop at her door. She knocked twice before opening and entering the dark room.

"I know you're not sleeping," Bella said.

"I'm not," Angie whined. "Carlisle isn't here yet."

"I know. He was at the police station."

Fast, Angie sat up and turned on the lamp on her night table.

"The police station?"

"Yeah," Bella sighed, she didn't look happy, "dad's friend, Waylon. He's dead. Animal attack."

"He died?" Angie echoed.

Bella nodded. "Dr. Cullen was there. He should be here soon though."

Angie chuckled. "I doubt he told you he was coming over."

"He didn't. Edward did."

"Thanks Bell's."

"'night Angie."

As soon as Bella was out of the room, Carlisle appeared.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he slightly smiled.

"Don't worry about it," Angie said as she moved to let him sit next to her. "You must have had a terrible night."

"I've seen worse," Carlisle sighed. He looked worried.

Angie couldn't help but slip inside his head and read his mind, old habits die hard.

"Vampires killed Waylon?" Angie found herself ask out loud, with fear in her voice.

Carlisle's face showed confusion for half a second before he realized she had read his mind once again.

"Yes," he nodded. "I wish you wouldn't do that."

"I'm sorry, can't help it sometimes."

"I don't want you to be worried. We'll make sure you and Bella are safe, I promise."

"I'm not worried," she said as she settled in the bed.

Carlisle moved so that she could rest her head on his chest, like he knew she liked to do. He started stroking her hair, hoping it would help her to sleep, hoping she wasn't listening to his thoughts again, because he couldn't help but worry about the vampires that were getting into town, about what would happen if she got hurt in anyway, what he would do if he lost her.

He would probably lose his mind.