All righty then. Here's the new schedule. I'll probably be updating every Monday afternoon, which'll be Monday morning for you guys. I started this this past Monday but then I needed to settle in here, and get acquainted with everything. So sorry this wasn't in on time, but hey.

Also, for those of you who had concerns about keeping certain... cannon plot points in the story, let me just say now – there are some things that will remain in tact. However, they will be done in such a way that is different and actually pushes the plot. But it won't be called "Renesmee," that's for damn sure.

Two: To Whom it May Concern

Waking up on the weekends was always interesting for Bella. Early on, she had bought UV proof shades to go over her windows for Edward. So waking up on Saturdays and Sundays always made her feel like it was still night time, as she always did so in almost complete darkness. Yawning, she rolled over and saw Edward slumbering beside her. While she was huddled in a cocoon of blankets, he was laying with only his pants on, one arm laying over her. Bella shifted and kissed his rigid brow. His face twitched, but did nothing else. He always looked so innocent while he slept. Without any context, one might actually confuse him for something other than a blood sucking, un-dead demon. Bella laid there for a while longer, petting his hair and watching as his eyes moved beneath his lids. After a while, however, she found herself getting hungry, and reluctantly got up to head to the kitchen. Well, kitchen area anyway. For it to be a whole kitchen, it would need... to be a whole kitchen. But Bella never minded her tiny little apartment. It was comforting and pleasant, if not somewhat lonely from time to time. But the weekends fixed that. Bella made herself a bit of coffee and some toast, before brushing her hair, changing, and then heading out to grab the mail.

It was a chilly morning today. She noticed this as she bundled her jacket close to her while shuffling to the building's mailbox downstairs. She said hello to a few passerbys, namely the old woman in 402 and the father and little girl from 315 as they went on their walk for the morning. Taking out her key, Bella grabbed her mail and then started heading upstairs. As she walked, she flipped through a few bills, a catalog, a credit card offer and finally –

"Morning."

Bella jumped just as she got to her door, unaware that Edward was waiting at it for her. He smiled as she tried to regain herself, embarrassed for still not being used to his sudden appearances all the way yet. With a little shove to his shoulder, Bella walked in and set the mail aside without going through the rest. Her arms linked around his cool neck and his hands rested on her hips. "Quit doing that," she said, prodding his cheek with her finger.

"Why? It's so much fun." She laughed just as he bent down to kiss her. They embraced for a little longer before Bella kicked her front door closed, smiling against his lips as it locked automatically. When they broke apart, Bella could feel a little heat beneath his skin, and her smile grew. Without a word, she took his hands, turned them around, and began to drag him to her bedroom. Laughing and giggling all the way there, they flopped onto the sheets and started to make up for lost time.

There was a general belief that the further one gets into a relationship, the more it loses its flame. This couldn't be farther from the truth for Edward and Bella. While they made love beneath Bella's sheets, a thought couldn't help circulating within the back of her head about how it seemed to get better with each new day for them. They've had plenty of rough patches, yes. Lord, more than Bella would like to think about. But after graduation, things couldn't be any smoother. Perhaps a bit too smooth, but she didn't like to think on those terms. Thankfully, Bella had found an apartment with thick walls so as not to disturb the neighbors as they rolled about with each other. If they hadn't, Bella might be homeless right about now. Finally, after what seemed like a good hour (in reality, it was twenty or thirty minutes), the two laid together for even longer, muttering cheesy, gushy lines between each other. They wound up having little sporadic bursts of lust, but around lunch time, Bella was finally permitted to leave the bed in order to eat something. Edward followed her, wearing only his trousers, as she bundled up in a robe. Another thing she did for Edward – she kept the apartment a little on the chilly side so that he wouldn't over heat. All of these things she did without asking, of course. Had she brought it up, he might insist that she didn't need to go to such measures, and that he was perfectly fine handling 72º heat.

Edward hovered over her as she made herself a sandwich, Bella's eyes constantly shifting over her shoulder at him. "Pardon," she said, prodding his stomach. He moved to allow her to sit at her little kitchen island, but kissed her neck and shoulders while she ate. Bella erupted into giggles, her mouth attached to her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Will you quit that?" she said, only partly meaning it. She sent a soft elbow to his ribs, but he didn't seem to get the message.

"Quit what?" he teased, hands on Bella's stomach. She laughed again.

"Seriously. I can't do anything when you're distracting me like this.

"That's the general idea." Edward held up a finger as though to make a proclamation. "I will not be neglected!"

Bella snorted. "You're not neglected, you over dramatic swine." Reaching up, she tweaked his nose before noticing something on top of her mail pile. Suddenly, her heart did a backflip as she set her sandwich down. Edward noticed this and looked over as well. He blinked, reading the return address.

"Isn't that the school you applied to?"

Wordlessly, Bella nodded. Reaching forward with timid hands, Bella took the envelope in her fingers. It was a response. This envelope would determine whether or not she was good enough for her dream school. Her hands suddenly began to shake and she put it onto her lap, staring at her sandwich. Edward blinked. "Aren't you going to open it?" She shook her head, causing him to frown. "What? Why not?"

"Because... it can only be one of two things." She put her hand on her forehead, staring at the envelope. "I didn't get in because I'm not good enough, or I did get in but can't go because I'm not rich enough." She closed her eyes, trying to calm her own curiosity. Edward sat beside her, staring at it.

"But don't you want to see?" She turned her eyes to him. "I mean... Maybe you can get a scholarship? Come on, Bella... isn't this your dream school?" She nodded. "Then open it. Go on."

Bella remained still, staring at the plastic and paper sleeve that held her results. Taking a breath, she slid her finger in the fold of the envelope and carefully split the seal. Her throat had a lump in it as she pulled out the folded paper inside. Now she was really shaking. Heart pounding and mouth dry, she unfolded the paper and stared at its contents.

Isabella Swan

Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have been successfully accepted into the
California School for Arts and Sciences. We are always pleased to add new students, and we hope
that your successes will be aided by our eager staff and faculties.

We expect you for orientation this August the 10th at 9:30am in the Windle Lecture Hall, and
have a toll free number on our website that can be called at any time for any questions or
inquiries. Fall semester starts September 1st. We look forward to seeing you!

Sincerely,

John S. Bradly

CSAS Dean.

For the first ten or twenty minutes, Bella couldn't speak. She just sat there, staring, forgetting to breathe and unable to understand what she read. But then, it all started to click. She got in. She got in! Bella applied and was deemed good enough to get in to the school that she wanted! She couldn't help herself. Standing, she gave a shout, her eyes bright and shimmering with happiness. Turning right around, she jumped onto Edward and squeezed him tight, laughing and whooping in the air. Edward laughed just as brightly, hugging her around her waist and spinning in the kitchen. They celebrated with kisses, laughs and more kisses.

"I knew it!" said Edward. "I knew you could do it!" Bella turned back to the letter, the euphoria of her accomplishment starting to settle.

"Ah... Well let's see then... It says there's a number. I'll call them to see if there are any scholarships..." Bella was about to head towards her laptop, but Edward grabbed her and and spun her in close.

"You can do that later," he said. "But for now... you deserve a little reward for this."

Bella giggled, putting the letter aside. "What kind of reward?" They locked lips for a second before Edward tapped the tip of her nose.

"Well," he began. "How about this..." He began to walk his fingers up her arm. "Today, you're going to get absolutely pampered. A nice bath, a good massage... And then tonight, I'm taking you anywhere you want to go. Totally on me, whatever you want to eat. And then..." He kissed the corner of her mouth. "And then I get to play with you all night long..."

Bella felt shivers run down her spine as her fingers laced through his hair. "How did I ever get so lucky?" she purred. Chuckling, they nuzzled their noses against one another and Edward playfully licked the tips of her mouth.

"Chance," he said. "Now... what would you like me to do first, Miss College Princess?"

All righty then. Sorry this is a bit short, but this is a very significant plot point, ladies and gents. Anyone here know the classical structure of a Greek tragedy? Yeah.

I'll see you guys later! I'm off to London today! 8D

~T.