A/N: This is something I thought of when I was doing homework but I don't think it really fits into the story all too well. It's short but I hope you like it because I actually took the time to type it up! Oh god, now I am afraid of my sequel. Haha this part is an update on my author's note which I now say that this actually fits better into the story than I originally thought! Commence the show!

EPOV

Bella and I had only been married for three weeks but it was going great. So far Bella was still human, but we would be changing that (and her) within the week.

It was funny that we hadn't thought of where James would go when Bella would still be learning her control, but as soon as the subject came to my mind, everyone else had already planned it out. Carlisle and Esme would be coming home with Bella and I, and everyone else in my family would be taking James to "see the world" for a few months.

At first we weren't too happy about leaving James but she did bring up a good point about alone time and not wanting to see it or be within fifty feet of it. Most people in my family had to agree with that. Also we had to recognize it is for her own good.

We were packing and getting ready to leave, but I had to find James first. I knew exactly where to look.

I knocked on her door.

"Come in", came the reply, so I did.

The room was empty except for James sitting on the floor in the middle of the room with a book in her lap. She never moved her eyes from the pages and it appeared as though she was crying.

"James, it's time to go." She didn't move so I went to sit next to her. Her book was a scrapbook.

As she flipped through silently, I saw a lot of crazy pictures. One was of a little girl dressed up as a leopard. There was another one that had a girl looking drugged up in a bonnet; I laughed out loud at it.

Some of the photos made James gaze longingly; I could her favorite was one of a very young Pete in black and white. He had a very "whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis?" look on his face.

Most of the pictures were crazy. There was one of James eating a sandwich; I had no idea how that made it into the album. There was another one of a man getting kissed on his cheeks by two other men. But the craziest ones were of what I expected to be her sisters. One depicted a girl playing piano with her tongue. In another a girl talking on the phone with her head taped to a chair.

All of the pictures were crazy, and it felt as if all of them captured real life moments; half of the showed angry expressions, and tearful eyes.

I had to say though my favorite one was of James, totally absorbed in a book, with a thoughtful smile on her face. I don't know how but it captured her.

After a while she closed the book with a gusty sigh. Then she wiped a stray tear from her eye.

"That was your family?"

She nodded, "Yep, them, the good, and the bad."

"I wasn't so sure you exactly liked them."

"Oh god, I didn't like any of them except Pete whatsoever. I did however love them a lot."

"You are very odd."

"God sticks us all into the most oddly fitting families, yet somehow we grow to love them. It's like if you gave an obsessive compulsive a routine If you asked me a couple years ago if I would have missed them all I would have said 'only Pete.' But I realize now that I would have been wrong. I miss the fights, and the chaos. But I am truly glad that you guys found me, because you brought back some chaos. So, I guess I'm saying, thank you for the band-aids."

"Well I guess I'm saying thank you for letting us become band-aids. I don't think you realize how much we were missing you even though we didn't realize it ourselves. We needed you a lot more than anyone thought. While eternity can never get old with someone you love it can get repetitive and that's where you come in. You're our entertainment."

"Oh joy! I get to be a mechanical monkey with cymbals permanently attached to my hands!"

"Well we all have a preference for orangutans, but whatever floats your boat."

"You mean a lower body mass percentage than water's?" I groaned.

"Why can't you just be a normal child?"

"Because no one is normal," she said, stating the obvious, "besides you being like, the exact opposite of normal wouldn't exactly want a normal child just so you could feel better about yourself for being normal's natural born-again enemy."

"Hey, I was thinking you could do two things for me."

"Sure, I guess."

"A, shut up. And one, let's go before you can point out all of my flaws."

"Oh, well when you put it that way. You are extremely arrogant, you jump to conclusions, you're extremely nosey…"

I cut her off so we could leave, of course it did involve some force. It ended up that I had to carry her out slung over my shoulder still reciting all my faults.

"You are very insane when not with Bella, you suck my ass when it comes to tracking, you get a little too rebellious, you read people's personal thoughts…"

Dear lord, why do I have to spend an eternity with this girl?

As we were walking to the car I noticed an envelope fall out of the book. So I went to pick it up. On the front it said James, so I handed it off to her.

I watched as she opened the envelope reveling a couple sheets of paper and a diamond bracelet. She put the bracelet in her pocket and scanned through the papers. When she finished, tears started to fall down her cheeks as she was lost in thought. I took the papers out of her hands and read them.

Dear Matilda James,

I read your story. I guess I really do have a terrible fear of confrontation. If I didn't there would be no need for this letter, and there would be no need for it to have been spoken aloud.

I knew that your dad wasn't the greatest. I also knew that he didn't hold you in high regards. But what I didn't see (or at the very least let my eyes open so I would actually have to look at it) is that I have been a horrible mother to you. I let things get so out of hand that you wanted your whole family dead. And my question is what kind of mother does that? I went to ask dot com and typed it in. The answer: a bad one. I had forgotten to be a leader and remember all of my kids. I had let you become an "it." I never thought I would let that happen. When you were little I remember you being priority but you just became a second wheel as Isobel came.

That is another thing I wanted to talk about. I am so sorry I let things get out of hand with Isobel and Lydia. I had talked to Manfred about the story I found and he can't believe I let it go on like this either. Did you know that when he was little his mom beat him and put him down all the time? I didn't, but I also learned that he had wanted to help children ever since he got away from his mother. He was angry that he didn't see what had happened to you even though he saw how much you changed.

Which brings me to another thing. Did you know that your father had a little sister? Her name was Matilda Agnes and she was very lively. I knew your father when I was very little; I used to play lots of games with the both of them. One day when Matilda and I were both seven, I moved away. I can still hear the big gasp my mother gave when she read of Matilda's death, she was only ten. Your father always blamed himself. He and his little sister were inseparable, but he had gone away for one day and a car ran over her. He always said that every little girl needs an older brother to herself. I have always wondered if this was the reason for his hatred towards you. You not only weren't a boy but you stole the only one in the family, I think that would be his reasoning.

I am sorry that I may not have been any better in the time that has passed since I read your story, but I do want you to know that I love, but it is this damned fear of confrontation. Anyways, I love you, and I wish you would see that.

Love forever and always,

Your Mommy Rachel

p.s. This was your great-grandmother's bracelet. I wanted you to have it because you remind me of her.

I didn't know how exactly James was handling this news but I decided not to press it. I loaded her into my Volvo and headed for the airport, where we would be meeting everyone else.

I decided it might help if I told her my concerns about changing Bella; it did to my dismay.

"I'm afraid of changing Bella."

She looked up at me.

"You know only good can come from it."

"A lot of bad can come too."

"Actually very little bad can come." I raised an eyebrow. "You know it's what she wants, and subconsciously what you want. Besides what argument can you possibly have against it?"

"I have a lot of things to say against it."

"Like…" She trailed off suggestively

"Like she won't be able to live a normal life, she won't be able to see her family and friends ever again, she'll have to watch everyone she loves die-" I was going to keep going but James would have been on the floor laughing by this point if she didn't have a seatbelt on.

"God you are such a girl! Is this seriously what guys think about?! No wonder they have to be so macho on the outside!" Why does everyone feel the need to call me a girl or gay? What was up with that porno?

"I am not a girl; I just like to think things through."

"Um, in case you haven't noticed, most girls don't think things through so thoroughly. Hm, I think that's a tongue twister?"

"Sure it is and let's just leave it at that."

"Kay."

We got to the airport and waited for our family. When they finally got there we said our goodbyes.

I watched as James boarded the plane. She turned and waved to me one last time for the next few months. I wondered how she had adjusted so well to our family, and where we would all be in the next few years. I knew one thing for certain we would all be together and happy.

"If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something."-anonymous

A/N: God that sucked! Okay so a few important things to cover. The sequel will be named Not Enough Intuition. I know so creative, but it fits. Secondly, there will be some outtakes and an alternate beginning I am hoping will be up later. C, only 289 people have checked out I Don't Like Mondays which makes me very sad because me likey that story better (though I love James the mostest!) Haha the quote means something though not for a while!! Haha oh and I forgot Well anyways see you later gator (sorry this was a long wait!) Goodnight and good luck.

Heart, Andie very loud sobbing

Intuition by Feist

Hugging My Grudge by Boy Least Likely To (such and Edward song!)

The Hardest Button to Button by The White Stripes