I don't have time to answer you all today, I'm sleepy. Good night!

Enjoy!

Chapter eight: Unpleasant

"You should go." Edward says simply, taking a bite of his sandwich and chewing it thoughtfully.

"And what are you going to do here? Alone?" I reply, pealing the skin off a blood orange. I stare at it, trying to figure out what makes blood oranges so tasty. I think they are some crazy mix between oranges and grape fruit.

"He really wants you to go; he thinks your relationship may be coming to an end."

I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, right." I mutter.

We eat in silence for a few seconds, so my mind begins to wander. I wish I had some music on, it's kind of quiet. Maybe I should turn on the radio. What time is it? Are they taking requests yet? I hope no one requests that song that I can't remember the name of. If I ever meet anyone who enjoys that song after the fifth time of listening to it I will be astounded. Paralyzer, what a funny name for a song… WAIT!! I REMEMBERED ITS NAME!!

"PARALYZER BY FINGER ELEVEN!!" I scream, pounding my fist against the table, knocking a pile of freshly pealed orange rinds to the floor. I knew I knew that song!

Edward looks at me for a second, and then begins to attack his sandwich again.

"It was on the radio this morning…" I mumble quietly. He laughs through his full mouth.

I stare at my orange and wince as my stomach dose a flip I make a face as I try several times to force myself to swallow a bit of orange. I've been nervous and jittery since I woke up this morning. I try not to think about it, but I just know something… unpleasant is going to happen today.

I basically jump out of my chair when the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!"

I try to calm my heart and open the door. There stands a small pale girl with short black hair, pale skin and gold-ish eyes.

"Do I know you?" I ask. The girls sparkling beauty takes me by surprise and makes my normal low self-esteem even lower. She glowers at me and scans the house over my shoulder.

"You must be Bethany. I'm Alice Cullen, Edward's sister. Where is he?"

Well, at least she's polite.

I stare at her, dumbstruck. For a moment I just stand, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"He's in the kitchen."

Alice glides in and I shut the door behind her. I look into the kitchen and watch as the siblings do… well… nothing. I assume there will be a fight sooner or later so I clear my throat, getting cold glares from both parties. I'm at a loss for words for the second time today.

I gesture lamely over my shoulder and mumble, "Uh... I'll be in my room if you need me…"

I stand for a minute, Alice looks as though she could devour Edward at any moment. I take a deep breath and slip into a chair.

"On second thought, I'm afraid if the two of you get in a fight it may cause a lot of damage."

They continue to stare at each other, obviously not wanting my input in their conversation. I stare out the window and try to find somewhere more pleasant than my stress-filled kitchen. Its sunny today and the weather said it was going to be in the mid 50s. The last 'hurrah' before winter, I guess. I could call Mike and we could go rollerblading…

"Alice, your wrong!" Edward bellows. Standing up and making his way toward her. I look up, slightly dazed.

"But I'm not." She says simply, standing her ground as Edward closes in on her. I guess I was wrong; maybe it's Edward that's going to eat Alice.

"No vampire fights on hollowed ground." I rest my head on my hand and examine my nails, suddenly too tired for all of this insanity.

The two Cullens stare at me.

"Isn't it 'hallowed ground'?" Edward asks.

"Yeah, but my house isn't holy and well, I have a basement." I shrug. I'm pretty sure what I'm about to say isn't a great idea, but whatever. "Look you two, I'm really tired, and I really need a nap. So please finish your debate."

Alice takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, "I'll make up an excuse for you, but remember what I said."

She shoots Edward one last glare, which Edward gladly returns, and shows herself out the front door.

My head slips off my hand and onto the table. I groan and then just lay there for a moment.

"Well she's pleasant." I mumble into the tabletop.

"She's just trying to protect you." He spits.

I lift my head. Edward looks disgusted and angry. I guess I was wrong again; maybe he wants to eat me.

"No one is going to eat anyone, and I'm not angry at you."

"Protect me from what?" I ask.

Edward looks at the floor and doesn't answer.

The conversation is interrupted by a large obnoxious yawn from yours truly.

"I'm sorry."

"For what? Go take your nap, Bethany."

I smile and stretch. "Can't" I giggle.

"But, why not? You just said-"

"Well, there's so much tension here that I'm afraid if I fall asleep now I will wake up to a third world war. I'm just going to sit on the couch and rot, you can join me if you want."

I surf through the channels, then squeal like a teenage girl at a Backstreet Boys concert when I see House is on. Edward sits next to me and gives me a quizzical look, but I just shush him and turn back to the show.

The phone rings and I open my eyes. I don't remember falling asleep, but I also don't remember what strange disease the patient in House was dieing of today. The phone rings again and I don't move. Edward picks up.

"Hello... Yeah, she's taking a nap, can I take a message?" Edward pauses, I open my eyes and he looks at me, pleading.

"Who is this? Well… Um… This is Bethany's brother…"

"Kyle" I mutter.

"Kyle!" Edward smiles, "Tell her you two need to talk? Okay, I'll tell her you called… Yeah, bye." His smile is gone and is replaced with downcast eyes and an uncertain frown.

"It was Mike." He says

"I figured." I turn on my side and look at him. I'm not entirely sure what he's so upset about. Maybe he loves me and wants me to break up with Mike so we can run away together and buy a cottage in Marquette Michigan and we can have a family and grow old together and watch the deer graze in our backyard-

"Well I see your back to normal or, normal for you at least." Edward chuckles

Dramatic music chimes from whatever soap happens to be showing and I begin channel surfing again. The TV gods must love me today because there, on channel 130, is the most amazing movie ever created: Pirates of the Caribbean. Edward opens his mouth to say something but I shush him again and watch.

Again, I don't remember falling asleep. I also don't remember being close enough to Edward to end up falling asleep on him. He taps me on the shoulder and smiles down at me. I sit up so fast that our heads knock painfully together, leaving a large ugly red spot on my forehead and his chin.

"OhmygoshI'msosorry!!!!!" I gasp my hands flying to the red spot on my forehead. I'm sure it's very attractive.

"You should call Mike back," Edward mumbles, rotating his jaw "He said to call him as soon as you woke up."

I nod and pick up the phone. Unknown anxiety bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I gulp and wait for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mike! It's Bethany, what's up?"

"Look, Bethany… You're amazing and beautiful and I'm really lucky to be with you…"

I can see where this is going.

"But…?" If he stalls or chickens I will break something.

"But" He pauses and we both take a deep breath, "Ive been doing a lot of thinking lately."

Oh, well, I hope you remembered to stretch before, Mikey.

"And well… I think we should take a little break, you know, and see other people?"

"Yeah, okay…" I chock, my throat is closing up and my breaths are beginning to come in short gasps.

"So, see you later I guess?" Oh, now Mike feels bad.

"Yeah, okay."

I hang up the phone and compose myself. Then turn to Edward and try not to cry.

"Mike Just broke up with me so I will be in my room for the next few days if you need me."

I make my way to the stairs, then stop and turn back to him.

"Don't need me."