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SO ON TO THE STORY!!

Dream On

Chapter 4

Edward

I hid in the forest for the rest of school, refusing to even set eye on anyone, Heather and Cole included.

At four I decided Heather and Cole were probably quite worried by now and dying to ask me their questions. I ran home as quickly as I could.

When I arrived home there were no lights on. This could only mean one thing; Cole and Heather were in their room, doing things I didn't even want to think of. It would probably just set me off again.

I opened the door slowly, trying to sneak in and not mess up their "romantic mood". I ran upstairs swiftly and went straight to my room.

There, I grabbed my MPs and lay on my couch.

All of a sudden a sharp knocking sound came from the window area. I pushed the curtains aside and lifted the window.

"Alice, what do you want?" I didn't even bother looking at her face. I didn't need to, who else would come to my room at night. It had to be her.

"It's not Alice," a delicate, beautiful voice broke through the darkness.

"Rosalie?" A voice so gorgeous, it could only belong to one person.

"Yes." She grabbed my shoulder and turned about face.

I could now see her face perfectly. "What… Why… Rose, why are you here?" I asked.

"Bella, it's a long story. I came here to tell you two things," she gave me a quick but sincere hug, "I know you had no choice in this,"—she gestured to my body—"but if you had, would have chosen this?" she wondered.

"You know, I'm not sure anymore. Before, when Edward and I…" I paused, holding back the waterless tears that were now stinging my eyes. I took a deep breath while Rose rubbed my back. "Well, I really wanted immortality. I wanted to be with him forever, for eternity. When he left… all that changed, I guess. I don't see the point in living without him. You don't know how hard it's been."

"Oh. Wow." Her mouth hung open for a fraction of a second before she composed herself. "I never knew he meant so much to you." She grabbed my hand, rubbing her thumb along the back of the hand.

"Yes." I nodded, not quite sure how to respond to that. "Anyways, what was the other thing you wanted to speak with me about?" I changed the subject, hoping the next one wasn't as harsh.

"Yes, the other subject." She started. "He loves you, Bella, he really and truly does. I promise you that Edward loves you."

I yanked my hand from hers and stood up. "Oh, so that's why you're here. You did come here for Alice. She told you to tell me that, didn't she?" I nearly screamed, all but forgetting Heather and Cole.

"No." she said calmly. "Bella, Alice didn't know I made the snap decision (AN: remember, this is set in the middle of New Moon so Bella doesn't know about snap decisions yet.) to come, which was, like, two seconds before I started running."

"Oh, sorry." I muttered, sitting back down. "Continue."

"You haven't truly seen him mope, Bella, and you probably never will because every time you enter the room he cheers up.

"Today, at lunch, when he smiled, that was the first time I've seen him smile in over a hundred years." She explained.

"I know why he smiled, and it wasn't because he loves me," I laughed. "He smiled at Alice for her attempt to bring us back together."

"Ha!" she made a loud noise. "You're blind Bella. You'll have to wait for him to tell you himself if you won't believe us." She stood up and walked over to the window. "Bella, before I leave, I wanted to tell you once more thing." She seemed to re-evaluate her next words.

"Yes?" I stood up too.

"I really have missed you." And with that, she jumped out the window.

I stood in front of the window in awe. Rosalie—the same Rosalie who hated me—had, just said she missed me.

I sighed and fell back on the couch with a loud smack.

That night was fairly uneventful. I lay on my couch all night, listening to my MP3 and reading Wuthering Heights.

In the morning I threw on sweats and a t-shirt and ran downstairs.

"Well now, someone's in a better mood." It was the truth; I was in a good mood.

I nodded and smiled.

"Sorry we didn't go out and look for you yesterday. Alice got a hold of us and told Heather that you didn't want anyone to follow you." Cole put his hand on my shoulder. "Edward was disappointed. He added quickly.

"Ugh! Not you too!" I yelled. "Can we just go?" I staled off towards the door, ignoring the giggle I heard escape through Heather's mouth.

The entire time spent on our way to school was used as Heather's "tell me everything" time.

She literally told me everything. She talked about each Cullen individually. Spending the most time on Alice, they had really started a new friendship.

When she started to talk about Edward and how sad he'd been the day before, I placed my hands over my ears and, childishly, started singing.

She immediately stopped. "Oh Bella! You know you're gonna have to talk to him at some point." After that we dropped the subject, I could deal with the thought of Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Carlisle and Esme--though, not necessarily in that order--just... not Edward.

All of a sudden I felt the weight of another--very light-- being. Then everything went black. "Alice, uncover my eyes." I tried to pry her dainty fingers from my face, to no avail.

And then there was light, and an even lighter figure in front of me. I looked around me and noticed that everyone but Alice, Edward and I had already left.

"Alice." I groaned.

"Oh, Bella, don't ruin this! Talk to him!" She urged me, grinning at Edward. Then she skipped off after the now disappearing Heather.

"Bella?" The beautiful voice I'd been picturing--and wrong, I might add-- for a century, was now right behind me.

"What?" I muttered.

"I know you hate me right now, but please, Bella, please, look at me." he pleaded.

AN: What shall happen? Can anyone guess? Will Bella be her stubborn self and walk away, or will my stubbornness conquer hers, allowing her to talk to him.