Disclaimer: As always, everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

I had many second thoughts about how to put this chapter together; I erased a lot and got angry with myself. That's why we will have a piece of Emmett's opinion.

After 1 cup of coffee, tons of music and desperate inspiration seek, here it goes.

EmPOV

What was Edward doing there? Was my brother truly out of his mind, I knew that he wasn't sane all along. Now he was making a sandwich with that Swan girl, some boys or girls would have been happy to join. I didn't mind her, but I knew how Rose felt about Melody and I didn't want her to loose a friend. Alternatively, the friend to be replaced with a human. Human, which's scent drove some of us close to being insane. Even when I didn't feel overthrown by it, Bella did smell good.

I watched as Edward stepped off of her and headed our way, he didn't look back. Of course, he wouldn't when he had been so close to flat out showing everyone what we were. I felt that he was acting ridiculous, risking himself and US for someone he barely knew. The fact that certain someone smells like freesias does not mean that he has good intentions. I doubted Bella, but it was humorous watching her, as she was the clumsiest being alive.

"Edward, it was stupid."

Rosalie hissed; there was no one who would hear, as all the kids made a crowd around Isabella and Tyler. No one was in a hearing distance, so that made us a little more relaxed. I heard that somebody was calling the ambulance; someone was trying to pull Taylor out of his van.

"I couldn't let her get squished; you know that the blood would cause us trouble."

He was trying to act like the one who is not at fault, when he clearly was. Edward was trying to be the savior of the day, the long awaited hero. But if it wasn't for him and his staring eyes, who searched for Isabella, the girl might have got in her car in time and driven off before Tyler ice-skated all over the lot.

"Emmett, shut up."

He growled, because he knew that I was right. Emmett, correct answers since… ugh, I couldn't remember. Fail on my part.

"Stop lurking at my thoughts, if they're so disturbing for you."

I was ready to play the immature one, almost showing my dearly beloved brother my tongue. With all these years, we had gotten used to Edward's mood swings. He always thought of being a vampire as a bad side effect to his pretty face. I did not know how Carlisle was able to stand him after he had changed Edward, I didn't WANT to know how my brother had acted after transformation. Probably broke down crying and yelled how monstrous he was. He never saw the goods sides – being charming, fast, and strong, knowing the most coolest vampires and being able to kill some werewolves if they broke the treaty. It made me feel spectacular, when I could be powerful over the weak ones. I wasn't human, I didn't need to do all the things humans did and I had nights to learn something new, not waste them sleeping.

"I can't, when you're throwing them at me like that."

I knew that it was difficult for him, but everyone had their own difficult times. I wasn't sorry, at all, as he had brought it upon himself. It was Edward's choice, after all.

Hear that Edward, I do not care!

"Okay, Emmett, you have to cheer up. Otherwise, I'll have to slap him without a will to do it."

Jasper was always there with his feelings, like some PMS-ing girl. I heard Edward chuckle, then he became serious again. He furrowed his brows, thought for a while and then spit it out.

"We should head home, before they cause a riot."

We all nodded in agreement, I wasn't here for a show, because all I could think about was a video game revenge against Jasper. That manipulative piece of a vampire had won last time we played and I was ready to redeem myself.

Alice grabbed Edward by his sleeve, pleading look in her eyes. I saw where this was going and couldn't wait for Edward's reaction.

"Alice, don't, we won't visit Isabella in the hospital. Forget about it!" he snarled at her, looking disturbed. Probably one of her visions, it always was. I found it funny how everyone repaid Edward for being such a prick and reading their thoughts.

"But she's going to be my best friend!" Alice yelled in protest. Rosalie threw a look at here stating that she is officially mad. All this fuss over some human. I was tired of listening to them, as they never really made sense.

"Let's go, Rose."

I put my arm around her and lead her into the car, kissing her forehead when we sat down. I would have been up for something more inappropriate, but since it was the parking lot of the school and we had children! all around us, it would be an inconsiderate action.

"Emmett, I honestly can't wait for Melody to come back." She said to me, looking out of the window. It was quite the view, the ambulance had pulled over and took Isabella on the stretchers, Edward probably broke her limb. I had to chuckle, because she was clearly embarrassed by this. The attention she had never asked for.

"Yeah, babe, I can't either."

I was sure that we both had different reasons for such longing, as I couldn't wait for the cat fight. Melody would probably scare Isabella, yell at Edward for a while and then they would have angry make-up…

"Emmett, stop it."

Lost in my thoughts I did not notice that Edward, Alice and Jasper had taken their seats and we were now on the road, school withdrawing. I flashed him a smug smile and felt him speed up as we left Forks. The road to home was spent in complete silence; I didn't mind it as I didn't want to hear another Rosalie versus Edward fight. I was glad they kept their mouths shut.

When we pulled up, I looked at Jasper who was sitting opposite Rose.

"Bro, we have a re-match to do." I declared, getting out of the car and helping Rose, she didn't need it, but I wanted to feel as gentleman-ish as I could.

"You have my word."

He answered with a wide grin, I liked the times when he cheered up.

"But if you'll manipulate with my feelings and in some weird way make me tired, I shall not stand it."

With a laugh, I added before we entered the house and moved on to the living room.

BPOV

I was seated on a hospital bed, waiting for the doctor arrive and check me. I was fine, not a bone was broken, yet everyone had acted as if it was the happening of the century. Maybe for Forks it was, but for me, hospitals were common things, as I had been tripping and falling my whole life. Even when I was used to hospitals, I didn't like them. The smell made me dizzy, ill people all around and all these machines made me feel rather trapped. While waiting, I had called Charlie in hopes that he would pick me up. I wanted to escape this as soon as it was possible, the workers, however, had different thoughts. I hadn't seen Tyler after we were taken in the hospital, so, obviously, I was worried. His injuries weren't lethal or dangerous, yet I felt somehow guilty for what I had done. Now I had Charlie coming after me, I hoped he wasn't angry, maybe I should've called him and said that it was okay and I would be able to get home on my own? There wasn't a time where I wouldn't have seconds thoughts, I wanted to weight the options not do as my heart told me to.

All that had happened back there bewildered me. Edward was standing across the parking lot, not next to me. He had catched me and stopped the van, he had the actual strength to do it. The moment we shared when he had lay flat on me still made me blush. Why was I acting this way?

Earth calling Bella, there's nothing with you and Edward.

I reminded myself and saw the door opening, so I stopped making theories and asking questions. I knew I would have to confront Edward, but now I caught my breath. A doctor, looking pale and very young, entered the room. My eyes widened, he acted like he didn't notice my sudden change in the appearance. Maybe he was used to it by now, I was assured that all of the women that had been under his presence, had had the same reaction. I wondered if Esme was jealous or was she even more beautiful that he and the other Cullens were. I felt fascinated by them, because if someone placed me next to them, I would be unnoticeable. Plain and I boring with my looks, I'd blend into the background. Was it like that at school? Did the students feel like Cullens were using them just to stand out and that was the reason for the attitude that everyone dedicated them?

"Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen." He introduced, I finally opened my mouth to speak.

"Isabella. Bella." I answered.

"I heard that you were lucky and suffered no injuries?" he continued, looking at the papers in his hands.

"Yeah, kind of. Your son, if I'm right, saved me. Out of nowhere."

He nodded in contentment, not minding my speech about Edward. Did he do that on purpose? Was he hiding something from me too, or Carlisle didn't want to talk about his family when he was at work, I thought.

"Well, I will have to check you either way. If you don't mind, follow my finger."

He checked my vision, looked at my x-ray results. I was sure that nothing was wrong, Dr. Cullen, however, had to humor me. I had heard this comment a lot before, so it was no question on what I had to answer.

"You must have fallen on your head in your childhood a lot."

"Yes, ermm, I was a clumsy kid." I muttered under my breath, blushing.

His eyes didn't look up to watch me being foolish, I was grateful.

While he filled the papers, I took my time to study his looks. He had the same pale skin, his hair was a tad bit lighter, but his eyes were the same color as Edward's had been. If they were the foster kids, why were they all so similar? It was like Carlisle had bought a catalogue and just picked all his look-alikes, the similarity confused me, because of what I had heard about them being taken in.

Looking at him, reminded me of Edward. I was sure his eyes would haunt my dreams by now, why were the colors changing? Not a second did I believe his murmuring about the lights, it was impossible. I knew that it was childish, but I seconded my thought about confronting him about every possible thing I had noticed.

"As it seems now, you're in a good condition and I think, you're good to go."

At his words, I saw a worried Charlie appear at the doorway.

"Bella, is everything okay?"

I nodded. He didn't mind the angered nurse behind him, who was obviously trying to get Charlie out of here.

"Miranda, he is allowed to be here." Doctor assured her, before turning his attention back to dad and me. Nurse disappeared in the hallway, murmuring something about people being ill with impunity. I smiled.

"Charlie, you'll have to sign some papers and then you can take her home."

"Carlisle, thank you." he answered to him, then took a glance at me, "Isabella, come, you should phone your mother, too."

"Are you serious? She's probably buying plane tickets to Forks by now."

I answered in indignation. Charlie would surely love that; she would kill him piece by piece for just letting a scratch get on me.

I got into the hallway, taking my phone from him as they had taken away all my belongings when I was brought in. I dialed Renee's number and waited for her to answer, one beep and she answered at the second. She was setting up a record.

"Bella, how are you baby? Is everything wrong? I knew I couldn't trust you to live in Forks! Do you want to come home right now? I can book you a ticket."

Holly run on sentence. I thought, before answering.

"Mom, yes, I'm alright. Not a scratch. And I'm not leaving Forks yet, I'll explain you in detail later, okay?"

"Are you sure, honey? It's really not a problem, we've been looking for houses in Jacksonville and…"

"Mom, stop. Enjoy your time with Phil, I'M FINE."

When Renee was panicking, there was nothing to stop her or calm her down. Sometimes she over-reacted. When I was little, I got a tiny scratch on my head; she called out of work and let me not go to the children garden for a day just so she would be sure that I'm okay. With time, as the injuries grew, Renee didn't understand that it was a common thing for me to fall, trip and be clumsy overall.

"Okay, I believe you… but if you start to feel nauseous or you get sick or…"

At that I saw Charlie coming my way and hung up, I didn't want to go through all the monologue about how I should do this and this. Especially, when he was listening. I wasn't certain about his and hers relationship, I knew they talked, but now, what was there to talk? Their troublesome daughter. Speaking of Renee, she was too much of a mom. I hoped that Phil would calm her down eventually, as I wasn't the one do it.

"How's Renee?"

Looking amused, probably because of my actions, Charlie asked.

"Stressing out, it's your fault."

I answered him, walking out to his police car. How I didn't want this to happen, me and his car and all this attention business. I got in and put my seat belt on; he looked at it with a smile.

"You know the rules."

Was he being proud now or just showing off?

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked, trying not to notice the police chief in him. He and his relationship with law wasn't my business, though Charlie did try to push the 'law' on me. It sort of had gotten into my system, but it was difficult to reach the illegal speed with my truck, so it was both. Not being able to and listening to him.

"I thought about ordering pizza, Jacob and Billy are coming over. There's a game tonight."

Man and their baseball, football or whatever they were, games. It rather made me relaxed, because then I wasn't bothered. They were not women that always tried to be nice to me and try out 'let's take Bella shopping' routine. They were laid back and didn't care that much, also, they didn't ask questions either.

"They are? That's awesome, dad." I answered with a smile; I would just hide in my room for the night. I didn't want to watch the game or bother them with my presence. Charlie needed such man with man times; otherwise, I was sure, he was getting bored with me in the house. We rarely talked about serious things, it was the hi, bye and how was your day. Sometimes, at the dinner, we discussed news in Forks, but what were the news here usually? Of course, today left some serious aftermath, it was only my first week and I had gotten myself very close to death. Maybe that would bring us closer, stable our attitude towards each other, I hoped.

"Billy said that Jacob is stoked about you being in Forks."

Charlie added; that made me have second thoughts about the 'they weren't women' part. Jacob and I were child-hood friends, we had made 'mud-pies' he told me at my first day here. I thought of him as a good first friend, since I didn't know anyone else in Forks then. He was the only one, except for Angela, that had left the 'honest person' impression on me, so I was grateful for him not going all 'ew, girls!' and accepting me even after such an long time of being separated.

Billy Black was my dad's best friend, after an accident he had lost capacity to walk, but it hadn't changed him much.

"Are you both gossiping?"

I was amused, not even trying to hide it. Both of them were planning something for Jacob and I, that was purely ridiculous and out of line. I didn't come to Forks to fish a boyfriend, but the both fathers had different instinct, obviously.

"Sometimes when two old men have nothing to do, they talk." He matter-of-factly stated, turning into our drive way and parking his car behind mine, how did that get over here? I couldn't think about anyone who would do such an thing for me.

I hopped out, shutting the door and went to my car, the key was in the engine. I knew that I had had it in my bag, but oh, my bag was left on the hood of my car. Now it was in the back seat, someone was feeling generous? I knew that no one would steal it, who would? When I looked at the windshield, I noticed a note on it. I took it, unfolded it and faced the most beautiful handwriting I've ever seen. The note startled me, I didn't expect such welcoming.

Edward told me not to do this, but I thought that you would need this tomorrow. Talk to you soon.

-Alice

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