A/N: I'm not gonna be super witty today because first of all I don't wanna and second of all I AM SICK! Blast you stupid negative temperatures! Oh and nose bleeds suck and history day sucks! Wow the world, it's really sucky! On with the show!

It had been a week since all of James and Pete's family died. They were the only ones who hadn't been driving at the time. It has been quite a story in the newspaper because of Rachel's recent win. Apparently I was the only one surprised or even slightly sad about it.

Pete acted like nothing had happened though he did say he was worried that James would be moved somewhere else. James seemed just well, thoughtful. That's the only way I could describe it. She always looked like she was thinking of something.

Mr. Man had gotten us out of school for the next two weeks as long as we did all of the work. It was funny I think Mr. Man was more sad about the crash than anyone else. I asked Pete and he just said that he loved Rachel. I had to double take at I never would have thought Mr. Man would be in love with anyone.

During the past week James had been in a flurry setting up everything; from the grave plots to our outfits for the funeral. A good thing that came out of this was that I got to dress myself up, I know, surprising. I kept thinking Alice would pop out of the bushes with a curling iron attacking me.

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen to me, James, and Pete. I wondered what the will said, but we wouldn't be hearing that until after the funeral. I knew that at the very least I had two million dollars at my disposal, so I was set. But I also know I would never be able to leave James behind. I don't know why but I felt like she needed me, and one she confessed that she did, in fact need me.

There really was no need for a viewing because the bodies were all hideously disfigured.

I realized that today would be the first funeral I had attended since my Gran's funeral; I really hadn't planned on attending one so soon. But I got up to get ready anyways, I could tell today was not going to be fun.

I got dressed in my black dress and trench coat (it was very cold and raining) that James had picked out for me I went up to the kitchen to see she was already dressed in a near matching outfit and an apron.

"I got you some other things too." She said this as she handed me an oversized black bag filled with various black things, food and visine.

"What's all of this for?"

"For the funeral there's just about anything you could possibly need in there." She turned back to the breakfast quiche for everyone. Did I mention that James is a brilliant chef?

"I'm sorry but we'll have to eat on the drive there, so we can set up."

"That's okay, I don't really care."

"Will you make sure Pete's up He has to take a shower and get ready before we go. And if he doesn't do so soon he'll be late or naked."

"Sure thing," then I turned my head and yelled, "PETE! GET UP OR YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE!" To that James shook her head and gave me a look.

"I meant actually go and physically wake him up."

I started out of the kitchen until I heard a groggy "What time is it?"

"Almost ten Petey, so get ready." Sometimes James was such a mom.

We all finished getting ready and started eating until our limo pulled up to our house. Once I was in and had finished my quiche I started looking through my bag. There was a crazy amount of random things in there. I was surprised to find among them a book, a black laptop, and a black iPod video.

I held out the book with a questioning look.

"Just in case the funeral and service is boring. Besides, that is a great book, one of my favorites. Mr. McGowan really shoes a new perspective on the processes of hell. Also I now know another way to escape the clutches of Clarence." This girl scared me, but she was right "Hellbent" did look really interesting

"And the electronics?"

She smiled at that. "I just really thought you needed them, because seriously how can you go through life without them?"

I looked out the window to see that we were at the church.

"Whatever we're there, so let's get this show on the road."

We all filed out of the limo and into the church. Luckily for me there was an umbrella in my bag.

We spent an hour making sure that everything was all in place and setting up the pre-funeral snacks.

"Dead bodies? Check." James had opened up the coffins to make sure whatever was left of her family was in there.

After that guests started arriving. James had earlier told me that only distant moochers would be visiting us. Her parents were both only children and most immediate family had died a while ago.

When the priest came in we sat down in the front row, trying to look sad, or at the very least shocked.

Then I heard the priest say, "And now someone in the family would like to give a speech." I was surprised, even more so when James stood up and walked up to the podium.

She cleared her throat and then said, "Thank you all for coming here today. My family would be so happy to see how many cared for them."

Her throat was cleared again and then she started, "It seems in life we can never do the small things. Small things like saying hello or asking 'how are you?' We always do the big things like choosing to help someone in need. They don't seem much different but to me they are."

"The big things are always easy choices to make, but they are harder to do. The small things are usually simple choices and the simplest of tasks. It was easy for me to choose to stand here today, talking to you. But it may be one of the hardest things I'll ever do. So, for me this is a big thing."

"It would have been easy for me to talk to my father and it could have been easy for me to choose to do so. But I didn't, and I guess that's why I'm standing here today. Because I didn't know how to communicate with my dad. And as the saying goes 'that which does not kill you makes you stronger' so I guess dad's really can't stand not talking to their daughters." She looked pointedly at me, what a little worry wart, "I just want everyone to learn from my mistakes and realize that they should talk to the people they love, because before you know it they're dead."

She gave me another look as she stepped down from the podium, and took her spot next to me.

"What was that all about?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh just that speech you gave, to me."

"Is it so horrible that I want to warn the general community about death and regret?" All I could do was scowl and wait until the end of the service.

Once we got back home we started moving stuff in James' room because we were knocking out the wall in between her bedroom and Liddie's.

It was funny if you really looked at ever really looked at everything on her shelves it was all about supernatural things, especially vampires. But then again every kid loved the supernatural at some point, didn't they?

I took a break for a little bit to find out that James was no where to be found. So I made lunch for everyone.

It was while I was doing so that Pete came in. Something else about James' speech irked me. It was not really hidden that James had been the favorite of anyone that died in the car crash, yet in her speech it seemed like she actually got along with everyone. I asked Pete about it, to which my reply started with a laugh.

"It's fumy you should ask that."

"Why?"

"I've always thought both of you were the same in that way."

"In what way?" This was irritating; ever heard of giving a straight answer Pete?

"It's like both of you think things backwards. You see, most people think of themselves first and it shows. But you and James think of the well being of others, even when you're in danger. It shows too. But you guys also keep to yourselves and you rarely like to show your worry. Which is funny, because most people would give a full display proud to show that they are actually looking out for someone besides themselves."

Wow talk about food for thought. Which I did, until the next day when the will was being read.

Once again I dressed up in black along with the rest of the family, because mourning takes a long time.

When we got to the office of the lawyer, James said, "Just wait, let me go in first."

So we did for about half an hour until James came out skipping out of the office with a huge grin on her face. The lawyer followed behind her, and then ushered us all into the office.

"Well I have been talking to Miss Brown here and it seems she want to stay with both of you. She gave a great argument and seeing as you are two eighteen year-olds, with money and time to spend on her, I don't see why you can't be her legal guardians. I will bring up the papers to show that everything belongs to you three. Oh, and I was just going to pool all the money of the accounts into one for all three of you if you'd like."

"Wow, um thanks, sure send it in the mail."

And with that we said our goodbyes got up and left the office to collect James. Unfortunately when we got out James wasn't there. Pete and I exchanged glances.

"Excuse me but do you know where the girl was that was just in here went?" Pete asked the old receptionist.

"Well she did say she was thirsty so I pointed her towards the pop machine, but she never came back." She couldn't have gone that far considering we had only been gone like fifteen minutes. Geez Bella "screw it" doesn't apply to your parenting.

We went to look for her and when we came to the pop machines we saw that someone had had about four cherry amps. This was obviously James because she would eat or drink anything cherry.

"Oh shit!" I heard Peter exclaim. I turned to him, confused.

"What?"

"Ever notice how James is hyper most of the time."

"Yah, and?"

"Well one time I thought it would be funny to let her try an energy drink, and it turned out that I never even let her near one until now."

"Why?"

"We pretty much had to remake the whole house and I had to trash my old car. It wasn't pretty, and you really don't want to know the details."

"Okay well let's just go find her then."

"No can do she is probably at least like ten miles away by now."

"How can she go that fast?"

"I have no idea but last time it took her ten minutes to go about twenty miles and we have no idea how she did that. The best thing to do is go home and wait."

So how could I really argue, I went with the flow and went back to the car. Once we got home though it was apparent James had been there.

"James? You there?" But my calling was to no avail. All she had done was make a huge mess with cap'n crunch; thank god for maids.

I waited, and waited just watching the news until I heard a huge slam.

"I'm home!" Then came the music. It was Picture Book by the kinks.

"What did you do James?"

"Oh nothing," which she had said with a sheepish grin, "but look what I got Bella! I found your film and I finished it off and I got them printed for you!" Oh, my camera, I had forgotten all about the night I had spent taking pictures with Edward and Charlie.

"Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
A picture of you in your birthday suit,
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.
Picture book, your mama and your papa, and fat old Uncle Charlie out cruising with their friends.
Picture book, a holiday in august, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny south end.
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago." ,James sang along as she pulled out the pictures and let me look at them alone. I couldn't believe how beautiful he was- is.

She came back with a chocolate chip muffin and plopped down next to me.

"Is that Edward?"

"Yes that's my Edward."

"Oh, I see now."

"What? What do you see?"

"Nothing, just, oh never mind. I got to go eat this muffin." And she walked away once again leaving me confused.

I really wondered where Edward was. Had I made a mistake by leaving? Did he really not love me? Was that why he was leaving in the first place?

Those thoughts hurt too much and left me with tears streaming down my face. I cried for a long time clutching the pictures of the man I loved so much. The man I had given my soul to. But what hurt so much was the fact that he might never had wanted it in the first place.

So all I did was lie down, cry, and grasp the photos of Edward, until I fell asleep. The end of another day; the start of another twilight.

A/N: Cheesy at the end, late to come out in the beginning, and long all the way to the middley end. So how'd you like it? Sorry it's late I have history day and a 5000 word autobiography on boring young me so you'll have to hold your horses for the next one. You know what really sucked is last night I had a half hour long nose bleed, TWICE! Yah so now me and Minnesota are not the best of friends, especially since WE HAVEN'T EVEN HAD A SNOW DAY!!!! Grrrr until further ado, Andie out!

P.S. YOU NEED TO READ HELLBENT BY MCGOWAN AND DOWNLOAD PICTURE BOOK BY THE KINKS!!!!!!! Oh, and sorry it's so fast but oh well it means Eduardo is closer.