A day in the life of PrototypicalNonconformist:

1.Wake up with a headache

2.Go to summer school

3.Health (Boring)
a. Sleep

4.Lifetime individual sports (Phys. Ed.)
a. Tears a muscle
b. gets hit in the head with a soccer ball
c. Gets insulted
d. Is ignored by her current love interest

5.Go home and be bored
a. Try to write more of bitten but fail miserably

6.Sleep

7.Repeat

Anyway, sorry for not updating for so long. I'm trying really hard not to loose intrest, but again this would be my first ever multi-chapter fic, so its kinda hard! Sorry! I hope this chapter makes up for it eventhough its not very long. I really do love you all though!

Chapter ten: Keep Moving

My depression doesn't usually last too long, so I was pretty much back to normal, what ever that may be, after a few days. I don't remember much of what happened at school during that time, other than the fact that my art won me a $150 scholarship to an art camp! Yes! Edward and I celebrated a little, he took me out to Port Angeles and suffered had to try on just about everything in a little shop. Then we went out to dinner, but the stress of everything had us home by nine.

"Edwardddd" I whine. We are currently sitting side by side on my lawn, I sport four bags of ice on my knees and ankles and Edward is nibbling at the corner of a PB&J sandwich. The one, may I add that I slaved over through my puffy painful legs and even cut the crusts off of.

"Yes?"

"Dose Mike really want me back? Does he really really regret breaking up with me?"

Edward lets out a huge sigh and nods.

"I promise you, he has not changed his mind that drastically since three minutes ago."

"Well, he deserves it," I giggle. "Now hes going to have to deal with that Jessica girl again. Haha, sucks to be Mike!"

I have probably asked poor Edward that question at least a hundred times since he told me he was listening to Mikes thoughts last night. I thought he was just bugging me, as if him being the reason mike broke up with me in the first place wasn't bad enough

Which brings us to my lawn. The weather is warm and sunny and apparently just how Edward likes it. Waking up this morning to unexplainable stiffness and joint pain, I wasn't up for any racing. So Edward, being the gentleman that he is, made four bags of ice andtold me he wanted to sit outside with me.

"So what's wrong with your legs?" He asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I shrug.

"You don't know?" He laughs, "Then why do you think ice would help?"

"No, I know," I smile, "but if I told you I'd have to kill you."

I lie back on the lawn and close my eyes. But then sit up again, I don't want a bug crawling on me or anything. A light breeze blows my hair around and I turn against it, which happens to be Edward's direction.

"You see that cloud up there?" I ask, waving my hand lazily in its direction.

"That little wispy one." Edward confirms.

"Yeah, it reminds me of Mr.K." Edward gives me a look. Though I'm not entirely sure what it's supposed to say, "No seriously, just watch as the top of it slowly disappears, much like his mental health."

"You are a very strange girl." Edward notes, stretching out on the ground and soaking up the rays of the sun.

"Not strange," I say, "Just an artist, you have to be odd if you are going to win a $150 scholarship."

Edward sits up and looks at me, completely confused.

"Wait… What?" He asks, still trying to wrap his head around what I just said.

"Van Goh cut off his ear and sent it to his lover."

We fall silent again and watch as storm clouds begin to interrupt our sunny day. We sit through the light drizzle, but it soon gets too cold.

"We should go inside." He says. He stands and holds out his pale slender hand to me.

I grab his hands and he pulls me up, the bags that were previously filled with ice fell to the ground with a "thud." I stagger into the living room and collapse onto the couch. After sitting around and doing nothing all day I feel like I haven't slept for a month.

"What are you doing?" Edward asks, sitting next to me and turning on the television.

"Sleeping." I answer simply, too tired to think of anything cute or witty to say.

"How can you be tired? You took a nap an hour ago."

I pretend I'm asleep so I don't have to respond.

We hear the garage door and Edward flies up the stairs into my room. I continue to "sleep" on the couch and cringe at my mothers loud, obnoxious "HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

She peaks her head into the living room and sees me on the sofa. Smiling to her self she turns off the T.V. and kisses me on the forehead. I moan and look at her.

"Was I asleep?" I ask. Trying my hardest to look like I just woke up.

You'd think that someone who has been with you your entire life would know when your acting, but not my mother. She just smiles and nods.

"I'll go to my room and take a nap there then. Good night." I stretch and make my way sluggishly up the stairs.

I open the door and find Edward laying on my bed and reading my current addiction: Harry Potter. He stares at me intently as I enter the room.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I ask, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed.

"What do you have?" He asks.

"What?"

"I know you're sick."

Shit.