This was one of those dreams that, no matter how much you run, you get nowhere, maybe even further back from where you started.

That was me.

I was just walking, but no matter how far I got, everything just looked the same. The signs were the same colors, but I couldn't see what they said. My vision was obscured by something, but I didn't know what. Lack of subconscious details? Maybe, but I never remembered being here, ever.

I looked down, only to realize that I was still in the dress that I was wearing last night. Why?

As I kept walking, things got more and more unrecognizable, colors being undescribable. It just felt like a long, black path that went on forever.

Suddenly, a bright pang of light flash in front of my face, and it stayed there. It didn't go away like I thought it would.

I walked toward it, squinting as I realized that I would be able to see it as the distance between me and whatever it was decreased.

I could see it now, and I knew where I was. The whole street was still black, but I could see this. It was the same Starbucks from last night...

I was mesmerized by the sign, and I pondered why I could see it and not anything else as I continued to near the shop.

Since I wasn't looking at my feet, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that I tripped and fell.

It was no big deal, but I was suddenly overcome with sadness for some reason.

I sat there on the cold, black floor, trying to figure out why I was crying now, of all times. It was just irrational, wasn't it?

My eyes widened as I realized that I was crying over, and that it was irrational.

I was crying because no one was there to catch me when I fell, like last time...

I awoke with a start noticing that no light was coming through the window. How could it still be night?

As I became more aware of my surroundings, I panicked. Not only was I not familiar with where I was, but I was much more comfortable now than when I fell asleep. That's not right...

Oh crap. I figured out where I was. In Edward's room. Cuddled into his chest. He had his arms wrapped around me, and for some reason, his shirt was wet. I thought about why that could be for a second, before realizing how weird this situation really was.

Well, this certainly is awkward...

Great. Now, if there was any chance at all that we could be friends, it was dashed now. And it was all my fault.

This goes way beyond weird.

I quickly, and as swiftly as I could, tried to get out of his arms so that I could sleep on the couch or something, but when got off the bed my foot got caught in one of the sheets and I crashed to the floor.

"Bella?" I heard him mumble.

I blushed, but grabbed a blanket that I had found on the floor and made a run for the door. As I was about to leave, I spun around to look at him to apologize. "I, um...I-I'm sorry..." I blushed even deeper, remembering. I ran out to the living room, where I spent most of last night.

I sat on the couch, and looked at the clock. It's only 6 o' clock. I just sat there, thinking about what had driven me to do that. I only just met him!

I guess I was in some sort of trance, broken only when I heard someone speak my name; "Bella?"

I snapped my head up to find Edward standing only a foot or so away. I felt my face get redder just looking at him, knowing what had just happened.

"Bella...I just wanted to say sorry...and I also wanted to know why you left..." he trailed off, looking very uncomfortable.

"I was...and I woke up...and...wait, what?" I was suddenly confused. Not like I wasn't confused before, but more so now. "What are you sorry for?"

"On the contrary; what are you sorry for?" I still didn't really understand, so when I didn't answer, he sat down next to me on the couch. "You were asleep...and you started talking..." Oh great. Nothing good could come with that. "You were saying a series of things, none of which were intelligible, but you were tossing and turning a lot...and I don't know what you were dreaming of in particular, but then you started crying. I had to do something, and I...well, you know." he gave me a sheepish grin as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "Eventually, you stopped crying, but I guess I fell asleep..." he trailed off agin.

"I-I was crying?" I knew in my dream...but seriously?

"Yeah...I felt so bad, so I couldn't do nothing..." he explained. "Well, I guess I can understand why you left." He said, looking at me apologetically.

"No, it's not like that!" I said quickly. "I left because I thought it was my fault...and that it was pretty awkward, so I didn't want to make it worse by staying there..."

"May I ask what you were dreaming about?" He said. " I mean...only if you...want...to..."

"Um..." I was just thinking about telling him, when I reconsidered. I told him a...modified version, that was still the truth. "I was just dreaming about everything that happened yesterday." I said carefully.

"Oh." he looked like he was thinking it over.

"It was probably just because the whole day was bad." I started blabbing uncontrollably, trying to explain further so he didn't suspect anything, and also so he wouldn't get the wrong idea... "In context, it probably sounded like I was crying because the date was bad, but that's no reason to cry. Bad dates are the story of some peoples lives, so it must have sounded really stupid, me crying over a date and all. No, it was just that very little was good about it..." I was trying to keep it truthful and make sense of my story at the same time.

"Bella, you didn't sound stupid. Why would you think that?" he sounded kind of annoyed...I wonder what I did.

"Well, I thought that...well, I thought maybe it would make me sound stuck-up if I said I cried because one date didn't go well. I'm not like that." I looked down, unsure of what to really say. This was just mildly awkward. I really was telling the full truth now, though. I didn't want him to think of me like that.

"I can tell you're not like that, Bella, you don't need to tell me. It was just that, seeing you in pain, no matter what caused it..." he stopped mid-sentence, then quickly changed the subject. "I'm not going to let you sleep out here. You are the guest, and I wont allow you to sleep on the couch of all places."

I went with it, seeing as the other conversation was sure to be very strange. "Well, I...what if that, like, happened again...?" I asked. Wrong. Both subjects were sure to be strange. Stupid mouth, always has to say stupid things.

He thought about it for a second before responding. "Well, how about I apologize in advance, just in case it does?" he asked. "You're not sleeping here, so I'm only humoring you with that." he added as an afterthought.

"Fine, if that's the best I'll get." I conceded.

"Well, then I am sorry."

"As am I."

"I thought we already concluded that it's my fault, not yours." he stated.

"Well, first, I still think it's my fault, and second, it's for the future, remember?" I said, really apologizing for what had just happened, even though I said otherwise. It was still true I was apologizing for later, so it didn't sound like a lie.

"It is my fault, but you are right, it's for the future, so I accept your apology. What you could possibly do to upset me, I don't know, but I accept anyway."

I yawned involuntarily while he said that, probably coming across as rude as I did so. "Sorry." I apologized, still half-yawning. "You're lucky, I'm too tired to pass up a comfortable bed right now."

"You would have lost if you fought anyway. I still don't see why you'd put up a fight in the first place, though."

"I just don't want to impose...this is your house, after all, and I don't want to mess up anything or get in the way."

"Bella, you are not imposing, and you haven't messed anything up, nor have you gotten in anyone's way. So relax."

"Mmm, k." I mumbled. I really didn't want to argue. I was already partially asleep on the couch, but I managed to get up and drag myself to the bedroom.

I plopped myself onto the bed and waited for sleep to take over me again. I didn't take very long, but I was just on the edge on consciousness when I heard someone enter again. I think it was Edward, but I was too tired to really care.

I don't when or even if it happened, but then I felt a cool hand brush the hair from my face away, behind my ear. I also heard in the distance, "Don't cry this time Bella, please..." but it sounded more like he was talking to himself.

Huh. I must have already been dreaming. Well, this one was much better than the last one already.

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I should mention that I'm not a morning person. Rough translation; when someone wakes me up by jumping on my bed while chanting, "Bella, Bella, Bella, WAKE UP!", my day is already starting off badly.

"WHAT THE F—, ALICE?!?" I yelled back.

"Beeeeelllllllllllaaaaa!" she sang.

"WHAT?!"

"Jeez, don't be so hostile. I'm just here to tell you that Edward is done making breakfast/ lunch, and I wanted to know if you wanted to eat."

"What time is it?" I asked, keying in on the 'breakfast/ lunch' part.

"11:30. Emmett and Jazz are still sleeping, so we were all alone and needed some company."

"Why can't you two just play another rousing game of 'Go Fish' without me? I want to sleep..." I buried my face into my pillow, hopefully implying for her to leave me alone.

She didn't take the hint. "You must be hungry, though."

"No, I'm not." My stomach had other plans, however. As if on cue, it grumbled.

"Yes, you are. No come on, lets go!"

"If I say I'll get up, will you leave me alone?"

"No silly! You actually have to get up!" she said. "Like, right now!"

"Why?" I questioned.

"Cuz then the food's gonna be all cold!" she said, disappointment lacing her tone.

"The horror." I mocked.

"Come on, get up or I'll roll you out of bed!"

I sighed. "Okay, okay." I said, moving my body into a sitting position. "I'm up. Happy?"

"Yes, yes I am." she said while tugging at my wrist for me to follow her.

I did follow her, and as I exited the room, the scent of french toast wafted into the hallway. I was suddenly aware of how hungry I was as my stomach growled again.

"Smells good, huh?"

"Yeah!" I told her.

"He was being lazy. We could have pancakes, but no. it's french toast."

"It's still better than the 'Lucky Charms' I usually have, so I'm not complaining." We were almost in the living room now, (the living room is just outside the kitchen) but before we entered, Alice turned around a whispered, "I helped make them, you know." in my ear.

"You did not!" I heard Edward exclaimed from close by.

"You heard that?!" Alice asked disbelievingly.

"Yes, and I do happen to know that you did no such thing!" he said to her. Then he turned to me. "She just left, saying, 'Hey, get me some orange juice, will you?' on her way out." he joked.

"I did not!" Alice playfully slapped him with the newspaper she had retrieved from the arm of the couch.

"You did so!"

"I went to get the newspaper!" she explained, holding her left hand up to display her proof of said event.

"And?" he pressed, smirking.

"You know what? Eat your toast before I shove it up your–"

"Alice!" I cut her off.

Edward chuckled at my reaction. "You know, I think I will eat the toast that I made, thank you very much."

She held up the newspaper again, threatening him with it.

"Oooh. I'm so scared! Alice with a newspaper!" he threw his hands up in mock horror.

"You should be scared!" she retorted, keeping with the light conversation. "I go RAWR!" she made this face where she had her teeth bared, but it looked funny, not threatening at all.

I giggled at her face, and Edward chuckled. "Did you seriously just say 'Rawr' Alice?" Edward asked skeptically. "Are you on crack or something?" he joked.

"It is a possibility." I admitted.

"Oh, shut up, you two!" she laughed, smacking me on the back of the head.

"Ow! Why'd you do that to me? I thought smacking Edward was your thing!" I said playfully.

"Well, I was paying to much attention to Edward, and I thought you might have felt left out! Excuse me for being considerate!"

"Yes, excuse you!" I continued.

"Guys, the food is getting cold!" Edward called from the kitchen. When did he leave...?

I started walking into the kitchen, but before I actually entered the room, I heard a low grumble coming from my left. I quickly directed my attention to the cause of the sound, only to find Emmett's head lolling, only yet half-awake. "DidIhearfood??" he questioned. It all came out in a single breath, sounding like one mushed-up word.

"Yes, you did, Emmett." Edward answered.

He rubbed his eyes as he stretched, getting up from the chair that he had made his way back into last night, right after he crashed to the ground. "Sweeeeet!" he said, his face lighting up considerably. His glee was equivalent to a young boy around the age of 13 who had just found out that there is a river in South America named 'Titicaca' (sounds like it's spelled. Ti-ti-ca-ca. Wrong, so very wrong.) Weird analogy, but it certainly worked.

"I your stomach all you think about?" Alice accused him.

Edward, who was previously on his way into the living room with a plate of french toast, turned around, still carrying the plate, as he walked back into the kitchen muttering, "Guess I'll need to make some more..A LOT more..."

I stifled a giggle at his words, and watched Emmett instead. He seemed to ponder the question for a second, rubbing his imaginary beard as he thought. "Hm...You know? I'm a little too hungry right now. Can't think on an empty stomach!" Emmett said as he ran to the kitchen.

Alice just rolled her eyes. "Guess that answers your question." I said to her.

"It sure does."

As I walked into the kitchen, following Alice, I saw 2 plates on the table; one with 4 pieces of french toast on it, and the other with somewhere between 10 and 12, tops.

"That's all you're giving Emmett?" Alice asked skeptically, motioning towards the plate with only four.

"Oh, no." Edward shook his head in disbelief, as if that question was completely absurd and not even worth asking in the first place. "That one is." He told us, pointing to the one with loaded with more french toast than I could consume in a whole day, much less just one meal.

I continued to stare at the plate for several more seconds, my eyes probably bugging out of my head. "Are you serious?" I finally asked.

"Of course." Edward reassured, chuckling at my ridiculous expression, I'm sure.

"Hell, yeah!" Emmett grinned like a boy on Christmas morning. "I might even go back for seconds!"

"I'm sure you will." Edward stated, turning back to me. "How many are you going to have?" He asked.

"Me? Um...1, please. I'm not that hungry."

"Sure." He smiled and grabbed a plate for me. I took it and walked over to the table that Emmett was sitting at, inside the kitchen area, which was rather large for an apartment. Large enough to accommodate not only a table, but an even bigger feat; Emmett. And his massive serving of french toast as well.

I sat down, wondering what I was supposed to do today...hm, what is today, anyway? Saturday? Oh, right...I had that thing tonight, with Alice.

Her father's annual charity ball, that I was helping to organize. Every year, it happens on Christmas day, and since Alice is loaded, her dad even more so, the invites were exclusive and elusive. I was lucky I even got to witness it.

I'm on the committee, so I get to do all the decorating and such. Joy. I was never the most creative person, so hopefully I have some help with the details, otherwise this year will have the worst turnout.

Fun, fun day ahead.

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BN: Yay! the charity ball! Yay! it will be awesome, I promise you. So you should all REVIEW to tell ThePurpleDragonOfAmazingness how truly amazing she is. Or else, bad things will happen, like Emmett won't get more french toast!

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AN: Yes, Emmett being devprived of french toast is certainly a big deal. RVIEW!

Oh, and I didn't have a song for the last chapter, so here it is;

A Twist In My Story -- Secondhand Serenade (the song this story is named after)

and the song for this chapter; (it's just one of my favorites)

Hey Brittany! -- Forever The Sickest Kids

--Jazz