I woke up the next morning, Edward lying next to me peacefully. His eyes were closed. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he was sleeping. I chuckled, and sat up.

"Morning Eddie," I said, kissing his nose.

For some reason, he didn't move. His lips didn't even twitch into that smirk that he almost was always wearing.

I pushed his shoulder, "Come on Edward. Get up." I rolled my eyes. "I know better, you're not sleeping." I looked back down on him, and noticed that he wasn't breathing either.

"Edward?" I shook his shoulder, "Stop it! You're scaring me." Edward still didn't move. "Edward, I do not like this joke at all, do you see me laughing? No, you don't."

"EDWARD!" I screamed. I let my head fall down on his chest, and started sobbing. "No, Edward! Please wake up!" I sobbed into his chest.

Suddenly, I felt his cold arms wrap around me, and he was shaking me softly. "Bella, Bella wake up, you're having a nightmare."

His voice broke through my dream, and I jumped back in surprise, landing on the floor with a 'thud.'

I was lying on my back, on the floor, when I blinked myself into reality. I sat up quickly, and practically leaped into Edward's arms, as he sat on the bed, looking at me, confused.

"Bella…?"

I buried my head in his shoulder. "I had a dream, I had a dream that you really did die. Edward, it was bad, it was so real!"

He ran his cold hand up and down my back, giving me goose bumps. "It's okay Bella, I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

I just nodded into his shoulder.

"You however, need to get ready for school," he said, standing up, with me still cradled close to him. He stood me in front of the closet. "Wear something black," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, and smacked his arm. "This is not funny, at all, mister."

He sighed, "Just go get ready, Bella."

I pulled a long sleeved black sweater out of my closet, and dark blue jeans. I grabbed my toiletries off my dresser, and gave Edward one last glare, and disappeared into the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, and got dressed. Then I brushed my teeth, and slipped my long, wet hair into a high ponytail. After all, who was I trying to impress? After all, didn't my boyfriend just die? I shuddered at the thought. No, he didn't. It's only pretend.

I walked out of my bathroom, and back into my bedroom, where Edward was sitting in my rocking chair. "Charlie hasn't left yet," he said, "I have to go. Alice is on her way to pick you up with Rosalie and the others."

I sighed, and he stood up, wrapping me in his arms. "Just remember that I will be home when you get there," he reminded me, before disappearing, leaving behind my open window. I strolled over to shut it, before walking down the stairs.

Charlie was gulping down the last of his coffee. "Good morning, Bells." He said, frowning at me. "How are you feeling this morning?"

I sighed, "Fine," I looked at the clock, and I heard a beep, Alice and the others were here to take me to school. "I gotta go dad, Alice is taking me to school."

Charlie nodded, "I'll see you tonight Bella,"

"I'm going to the Cullens after school today," I told him, on my way out. "We have some… funeral plans to work out." I lied, wincing.

Charlie nodded, "Alright Bells," he sighed, "Just don't be too late."

I nodded, and hurried to the car. There was a spot in the back open, next to Alice, and I got in, giving her a weak smile. Rosalie was driving, and Emmett was in the front with her. Jasper was on the left side in the back, Alice was in the middle and the right seat was now being occupied by me.

"How was your morning?" Alice asked, looking at me sympathetically.

I shook my head, and looked absentmindedly to my left, where if this wasn't a convertible, my window would be. "Don't ask," I muttered, as Rosalie pulled away, and drove off to the school.

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That day had to be the worst day of my life. Everyone was constantly hugging me, telling me that things would be alright. Even people I didn't know very well gave me their condolences. But Mike, Mike was the worst.

He was in my English class this year, and he sat down right next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "If there's anything I can do for you…"

I sighed, and said the first thing that came to mind. "Can you bring Edward back to me?"

"If I could Bella," he said, shaking his head softly, "I would."

I sighed, that was good Bella, I silently patted myself on the back for that one. And he said you couldn't act.

The rest of the day went just like that; I used that line a few times. I'd heard it in sappy movies, and it seemed to work in real life too. Whoever you say it too, says pretty much exactly what Mike said, and leaves you alone. The perfect line.

Alice met me at my locker, and walked with me to the car, where Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper were already waiting.

"If one more person tells me that they're sorry for my loss, I think I'll kill them," Rosalie growled, hopping in the driver's seat.

The rest of us piled in, and Alice insisted that I buckled up.

"Wait a second," I said, as Rosalie sped out of the parking lot. "People actually talked to you guys today? Aren't people usually too intimidated to talk to you, or whatever?"

Emmett laughed, "Usually,"

Alice snickered, "Apparently we have a few exceptions."

I blushed, and looked back out at the trees that were now speeding by, not having a comment for that one.

"I think they thought talking to me, and giving me condolences would give them flirting rights in the future," Rosalie mused, "Like it would make me like them a bit more, and I wouldn't slap them if they tried to hit on me later."

Emmett growled, but everyone else laughed. "Did it work?" Jasper teased.

Emmett growled again quietly, and Rosalie laughed. "No, not even close."

"Good," Emmett snapped, looking at the trees the same way I did, only in scorn, instead of embarrassment.

We pulled into the Cullen's driveway, and Edward was already waiting for me, sitting in the grass. Thrilled to see him, I swung open the door of the car, and made an attempt to run to him, but I had forgotten about my seatbelt, and I ended up being pulled back, hard, knocking the wind out of me.

Everyone laughed, especially Rosalie, who snickered a 'Good job,' before sauntering inside. Alice just giggled, and Emmett and Jasper ran inside before they started laughing too hard, in an attempt not to offend me.

I blushed, bright red, and undid my seatbelt, before walking carefully to Edward, and sitting cross-legged in front of him, nonchalantly. "Hello."

The corners of his lips were twitching, as he tried to fight back the laughter. "Hello." He said, before he lost it, and burst out laughing. I glared at him, and he made himself stop. "Sorry," he snickered.

"It's not funny," I whined.

He snorted, "No, no, of course not."

I rolled my eyes, and looked away, hiding my embarrassment from his beautiful intense eyes.

"How was your day?" he asked kindheartedly.

"Awful," I replied, "Everyone kept staring at me pitifully. It was dreadful. I almost started to believe that you weren't going to be here when I got back, like the whole Denali thing was a dream, and you really had died. Then I decided that was ridiculous, but I still couldn't help but think about what had happened if you did…"

He brushed his lips against mine to stop me, "Bella," he breathed, pulling me in his lap. "Don't think like that, I'm here, remember? You weren't dreaming, I'm not going anywhere."

I snuggled into his chest, laying my head on his shoulder, "I still couldn't stop thinking about it though. If you would have died, I don't know how I would have handled it."

He kissed the top of my hair, "Stop thinking about things like that," he said, smiling kindly. "That's not going to happen."

I sighed, and closed my eyes, inhaling his scent. "I don't know if I can do this for a whole week,"

I heard someone walk behind us, and sigh. "You won't have to, we're leaving tonight."