Sorry that I didn't update last night. But my friend, BSan, she read this story and she was kind enough to edit this chapter! She added in a flashback part, so that part is her doing. Also THE OFFICE LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING. And I was too excited to write anything. So, yeah. Sorry for not updating, but I think that you guys will like this chapter a lot better than my old one.

Also, do you guys like it when there are longer paragraphs, or shorter paragraphs? Which one is better to read? Because, sometimes with big paragraphs, it can be sort of crazy, but sometimes with small paragraphs, the writing doesn't look as strong. Which ones to you prefer? Thanks! And enjoy!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bella's Point of View

Anthony had just fallen asleep and Edward and I were sitting on the couch watching the snow fall.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"Is Abigail the reason as to why Anthony has been kind of distant lately?"

I looked up to my husband and he nodded his head, "He didn't want anyone to know that he had feelings for her. But I talked to him about it, and I told him that he should tell her what we are."

"WHAT?! Edward, that is so dangerous. What if she gets scared and runs off? Anthony will be heartbroken."

"She already knows that he's not human. And his thoughts remind me of mine when I met you, minus the thirst of course."

"He doesn't smell her blood? She does smell quite nice."

"He smells her blood of course, but his thirst has never taken over him."

I looked down and leaned my head on my husband's chest, "I just don't want him to get hurt."

He leaned down to kiss the top of my head, "Don't worry."

"Wait…how does she know that we're not human?"

"She almost fell, sound familiar? But before she fell Anthony caught her and his hand brushed against her face for at least two minutes. And she was able to read his mind."

"That doesn't mean that he has to tell her,"

"Bella, I think that our son is in love with her."

"Oh. Well I guess then he does have to tell her, it's only fair."

I knew that's what I said, but I was heartbroken.

My only son had found someone?

I mean, I knew that this would happen some day. He was gorgeous, any girl would die to have him. I just didn't know that it would happen so soon. He was 18. Edward didn't meet me until he was over a hundred years old. My son couldn't wait a little longer?

In the middle of the night Edward and I had just finished another movie. I decided to check up on Anthony. I walked into his room and he was fast asleep.

I sat on the side of his bed. I took his hand and put it on my cheek. Immediately I found myself in his dream.

There was a small little boat. It was dark outside and the stars were already shining brightly in the sky. There was a blanket on the bottom of the boat and Anthony was lying down on it with Abigail resting on his chest.

They were both smiling and then Abigail moved up and kissed his lips.

I pulled away from the dream when my husband came into the room.

"He hates it when you do that."

I got up off of my son's bed, and wrapped my arms around Edward, "We're losing our son."

He wrapped his arms around me in return and kissed me on the lips, "We're not losing our son. He's happy Bella, and he's not going anywhere. He met someone, we figured that this would happen eventually."

"He's only 18."

"You were only 17 when we met."

"But that's different…"

"No, it's not. Now stop looking on in his dreams, okay?"

I nodded my head and we went back to watch yet another movie.

Anthony's Point of View

I awoke in a good mood. Then I realized that the girl of my dreams was in the next room, that was probably it. I got out of bed and stretched. Then I got changed into a pair of jeans and long sleeve shirt. I put a sweater on over the shirt and then walked to the living room.

I looked out the window, it was snowing lightly. There were a few feet of snow on the ground, it would be hard to walk in, but whatever. When I got to the living room Abigail was already up and had just finished her breakfast.

She was wearing a pair of her jeans and the same knit sweater she wore yesterday, I guess my mom did the laundry for her. When I walked into the room she looked up at me and smiled. My mom and her were talking, about what I had no clue.

When my mom saw me she said, "It's not snowing that hard anymore, but the roads are all closed from last night. They say the roads will be back tomorrow morning. So Abigail's going to stay another night."

Then Abigail said, "If that's alright with you?"

"Of course. What else would you do? Walk home?" Shut up Anthony.

Gosh I sounded like an idiot. An idiot who didn't know what he was talking about.

I figured that I should talk to Abigail, it was only 10 in the morning, but it's not like we had anything else to do today.

"Um, Abigail. Being that we can't really go to the bookstore, can we just go for a little walk?"

"Sure. Let me just get a jacket on."

Five minutes later we both had about ten layers on as well as various scarves, hats, and gloves. We started walking in the backyard, I figured that we would walk a little in the woods.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah. Bella is really nice. I wonder why we never talked before, I have science with her."

"Yeah. So, I, um."

How was I going to say this?

"I've been thinking a lot about yesterday. At the end of English class…"

She whispered, "Me too."

"I'm not exactly normal."

She laughed, "Well that's not terrible."

I smiled; she always made situations like these lighter. But my smile quickly faded, and I looked up, meeting her eyes. "What I mean is that I'm not… not exactly human."

She held my gaze. "I figured."

I raised an eyebrow, bewildered. "Doesn't that bother you?"

She shook her head, "Humanity can be pretty boring."

"Well," I laughed, amazed at her ability to make any situation lighter, "It could be interesting. I've never tried it."

"Really." Not a question, a statement.

"Okay, that's a lie. I'm partially human. Half human actually."

"What part of you is human?"

I paused for a second, thinking. "Let's see. I need to breathe. I have a heart beat. I have blood. I can sleep. And I can eat human food... but I don't, because it's gross."

I watched her face. I knew she was piecing it together. "Okay, so you don't eat food, but you eat-"

"Drink," I interrupted. "I drink."

"You drink-" She paused. "Can I guess?"

I smiled, "Sure."

"Blood."

I nodded slowly. "I'm half vampire."

"Hmm…" She nodded back. "So which one of your parents is a vampire?

I sighed, "Yeah. I'm half vampire." I paused, taking off my gloves and shoving my hands into my pockets. "Listen, if this is confusing or whatever, we can stop talking, or we can…"

"No. No, I want to hear more." I watched her face again, and I saw her eyes light up. "Wait. Can, er, can vampires do anything… special?"

I knew she was referring to the incident on Thursday. She figured it out. "Some can."

Without words, she took my hand and placed it against her cheek. Before I had the chance to pull away, I saw her face go blank, and I knew that, in short, she was seeing all that I've ever seen.

My mother sitting in science class, my father next to her. she looks at him, intrigued. He pulls away, using all the willpower he has not to bite her right there. There is a finger prick; a droplet of blood. My mother can't stand it and runs out. Meets my father again.

They talk.

My father's confession, my mother surprisingly unafraid. They spend their days together. My mother meets her future family. My parents fall in love. They want to spend eternity together; a unanimous decision. My parents' wedding.

My mother, pregnant with me. My birth. My mother's transformation.

My first encounter with the Volturi; my rapid growth.

I didn't add Jacob, or my father leaving, I figured that it really wasn't my story to tell, it was my parents'.

I pulled back after that, because the only thoughts that were left were those relating to my ever-growing love for Abigail. And quite frankly, it was embarrassing… really embarrassing.

Her eyes slowly came back into focus. "Wow."

"So, um, do you have any questions?"

"So Carlisle and Esme are your grandparents?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah."

"Will you ever die?"

I shook my head, "No."

"And you'll never age?"

"No."

"So why waste your time at high school?"

I laughed, "It's my family's idea. I think it's pointless. But my family likes to try to be as human as possible."

"Humanity isn't really all that interesting."

"So I've heard." I paused, letting silence take over for a while. Then she said, "So, what kind of blood do you guys drink?"

"We're what are called vegetarians, we don't feed on humans, but animals, so you don't have anything to worry about."

She laughed, "Well that's good, I wouldn't want to become tonight's main course or anything."

"You have nothing to worry about." We continued walking for a few minutes.

Finally, I asked, "Aren't you scared or freaked out or anything?"

"I don't know. I mean, you guys aren't really dangerous or anything."

"But there are dangerous vampires out there."

"I know, the Volturi," she reminded me. "But as for being scared, no. And as for being freaked out…" she looked up at me, smiling. "I don't think I am."

We walked for a few more minutes in silence, but then it started to snow a little harder so we started to head back.

"So you're really not freaked out?"

She shook her head, "No. I suppose I should be though, right?"

"Kind of…"

"Well, I'm not."

I smiled, "Good, because I probably couldn't stand it if you never talked to me again."

"Of course I would talk to you! Just because you're a half vampire doesn't make you any less of my friend."

I sighed, "Friend." Oh, how I hated that word.

Then, somewhat shyly, she murmured, "Maybe more?"

I looked at her and stopped. She stopped too. Did she really just say what I thought she said?

I stepped forward, close enough to feel her breathing. "I would like to me more than just friends,"

"Me too."

I stepped forward again so that our jackets were touching and I wrapped one arm around her waist. My other hand went to cradle her head. I was about to lean in to kiss her but she stopped me, "Wait."

My heart was hurting so much. Did she not like me like that? Maybe she finally realized that I was a freak. Maybe she just didn't like me.

My hand was still cradling her head. Two of her tiny hands went to the hand on her head. She gently pulled my bare hand around so that it was resting on her cheek. Her eyes drooped, and we both leaned in. My lips gently touched hers and then the kiss became more passionate. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

I was wrong, this was heaven.

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