hey people, long time no update. i wanted to get this thing up before dec, but i couldnt. college life keeps you busy, you know. anyways, how is everyone? one thing i have to talk about before i give you the chapter, duh, the last twilight!

who sawit, becaus i did. i was it twice, once at midnight and once again with my daddy because he "had to see it with me" so he wouldnt look weird going alone, watever. so yup. i loved that movie. it was def, the best out of all of them. whoever says differently is lying. kristen did soooo gud. man, bella was a little beast. i kept saying that she was going to kick someone's ass before the movie was over. and was i the only one who ctied at the end when they played "a thousand years" when bella was showing edward her memories? i tried not to do so when i saw it the secon time, but i couldnt hold it in. if you haven't seen it yet, i wouldnt be rude and spoil it for you. all i got to say it is you need to see it and soon.

okay, besides that, i have some good news. first, i have caught up on my editing so i will be trying harder to go back to updating every week like beffore with APL. 2nd, i think the story is about to start getting good again so there would be reasons to comment again. 3rd, i have a another story coming out soon. it is a jasper and bella story that is rated M and hopefully full of great lemon. i can't really write sex sences so i dont know how good they would be.

okay, enough of me.


15. Great Start to Much Need Vacation

It took about twenty minutes to get from the airport to the hotel where Carlisle booked us. It was okay because I was enjoying being in his arms during the car ride. I was in awe as the driver pulled up. The hotel was big. Edward had to pull me out of the car because I was so taken in by the beautiful sigh of the building. We were not in the small town of Forks anymore. After Edward helped the bellhop get the suitcases out of the trunk, I grabbed his hand and pulled inside. I was excited to go in because if the outside was beautiful, I know the inside would be.

When we walked through the door, I was stun again. I was right; the outside falls to compare to the inside. The place was wide and bright and cover with different tan color stones. Hardly any of the colors matched, but that just added to the beauty. There was even a huge working fountain in the middle of it. "Wow." I gasped as I looked around.

Edward looked around as well. "Way to go all out, dad." He muttered, unimpressed. I forgot; he was use to Carlisle doing over the top things. However, I wasn't. So he better not turn his nose up to everything we come in contact with this week.

"Don't do that. Remember, think of it like it's my gift to you, not your dad throwing his money at you." I reminded him. He nodded. "Good. Let's check in." I grabbed his hand and skipped – yes, I actually skipped – to the counter.

When we got there, I rang the bell. A guy with wavy and thick brown hair looked up and smiled at me. "Ciao; how may I help you?" he asked in a thick, but understandable accent. I was glad he could speak English. There had to be a lot of tourists here or something.

I smiled at him. "We're checking in." I informed him.

He nodded before turning to the computer screen that was on the side of him. "Last name?" he asked.

I thought about it for a second. I didn't know what name he would put the room under. First I tried the obvious. "Okay, try Swan; like the bird." I said.

He typed in my name. We waited for a second before the computer beeped. He shook his head. "Nothing." He looked at me again. "Maybe another name?" he suggested.

"Umm… Try Masen, with an 'e" I answered. I didn't want to think that Carlisle would put the room in his son's changed named since he knew as much as I did that Edward didn't want this trip. He nodded before turning back to the screen and typed again. It beeped again. "Nothing?" I asked. again, he looked at me and shook his head. I was confused. This was weird and it didn't make any sense. If Carlisle didn't put it in my name and didn't put it in Edward's name, what other name did he use?

I pulled out my phone. Maybe he could explain this to me. "Can you hold on for a second while I call my father-in-law?" I asked the guy. He nodded. I went to my contacts and looked for his number. Before I could press talk, Edward took the phone from my hand. I looked at him, but he was looking at the guy and not at me.

"Try. Cullen." Edward said to the guy in a bored tone.

"Do you mind spelling that for me, sir?" the guy asked. It made sense he needed him to because I knew Cullen wasn't a very common name, especially not in another country.

Edward sighed hard. "C-U-L-L-E-N." Edward answered. The guy behind typed in the name into the computer. He smiled when it made a ding sound.

"Yes; here it is. Cullen: one suit, king size bed. Already paid. Is that correct?" he asked. that was…well, surprising. Why would he put it in his son's name? I just figured since he talked to me about the trip, it would at least be in my name. but then again, it might be nothing to think about. I nodded anyways.

"Gift from you, huh?" Edward said low in my ear, still with the bored tone he hasn't changed since we got out of the car.

The guy behind the counter typed a few more things in the computer. "Your room keys." He handed me two cards. I took them and them in my pocket. "Enjoy your stay." He said with a smile. I smiled and nodded. I said thank you before turning away from him. when I turned, I saw Edward staring at the water fountain. Even though his back was turned, the way he was standing, I could tell he was thinking about something.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Want a penny to make a wish, little boy?" I teased lightly.

He pulled his arms out of the fold and placed his hand on top of mine. "What do I need to wish for? I already have you."

I rested my head on his shoulder blade. "I wonder why he put the room in his name." I stated.

"Another way to show his power, I suppose." He answered. Then he shook his head. "I don't know and I couldn't really care less." He turned to me. "Can we go to the room now? I'm so fucking tired, I feel like I'm about to fall over." He stated. I nodded. He started walking toward where we left our bags, but I grabbed his hand. He looked at me.

"The bellboy will get them. Come on, I want to see the suite." I said excitedly before pulling him to the elevator. When we got off the elevator and walked down the hall to our room, we met the bellboy at the door. Edward thanked and tipped him as I slid the key in the slot on the door. I was so excited, I was still bouncing in front of the door.

Edward chuckled behind me and hugged me. "Will you calm down?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No way. I don't understand why you aren't more excited."

He sighed hard in my ear. "You know why."

"Stop it." I told him.

He sighed again and rested his head on top of mine. "Can you just open the door please before I collapse?" he said, ignoring what I said. I nodded because I was still excited to even see the suite.

I turned the knob down and pushed the door open. When I did, the room did not disappoint. The main room was bigger than my old bedroom. There was a big couch that I was guessing was a pull out bed as well. It was in the middle of two big chairs that looked so comfortable that I wouldn't be surprise id I fell asleep in one of them. There were all set in front of a big screen TV. It was bigger than the one we had back at home. "This suite is so pretty." I said with glee. I walked over to the small kitchen in the corner. "There's even a kitchen." I said with more excitement as I ran my hand over the counters.

"Bella, you sound like a child." He said as he moved the bags inside the room.

"So sue me." I replied. I opened the cabinet above the stove. There were a few pots and pans in there. I opened the cabinet next to it to find about four cups along with plates and bowls. We will probably be eating room service or eating out the whole time we're here so this kitchen might go unused.

"Wanna give me a hand with these bags, babe?" he asked from the door. I nodded as I was placed my carry on bag I had on my back on the table in the kitchen. I grabbed my bag and rolled it through the small hallway to the room. I smiled when we opened the door. The bed was big and beautiful, better looking than the one at home. The one at home was just normal; this one looked like it belonged in a palace or something. there was a dresser and even an open wardrobe.

"I like this place." I said as I rolled the bag to the wardrobe. I walked to the bedroom while he pulled the rest of the bags in. it had his-and-her sinks and a shower/tub big enough for two. "And the bedroom is so big." I said as I as I walked back to the room. When I did, he was laying on the bed.

"Bella, please…" he said as he rested his arm over his eyes.

I walked over to him and sat next him. "I'm sorry okay; I'm sorry I can't be unimpressed about everything like you." I said to him.

He sighed. "It's just Carlisle goes overboard with everything he does. The man can't even give a gift without turning it into a big ass production. I guess I'm just use to his over the top actions."

"Well, I'm not use to it. So stop trying to ruin this for me." I ordered as I gave him a hit on the knee.

He chuckled as he sat up. He hugged me around the waist. He rested his head on my shoulder. "You like it, so I will pretend not to so unimpressed. At least I won't say anything out loud."

I brought one of his hands to my lips to kiss it. "Promise me?" I asked.

He nodded against my shoulder. "I promise. I don't want to be in the way of your good time." He said in my ear before kissing my cheek.

I smiled at his words. He doesn't know how happy I was to hear him saying that. I kissed the top of his head before laying mine on top of it. "That's why I wanted to come here. Since you've been here more than I have, you have any ideas for a good time?"

He yawned. "I'm tired." He said before laying us on the bed. "Let's talk about it tomorrow." I nodded I agreement. I was tired too. I kicked off my shoes and closed my eyes. Tomorrow starts a great adventure. I couldn't wait for the sun to rise.

XXX

The sound of the shower woke me up. I smiled as I sat up. About a few minutes later, I heard the shower turn off. He walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand as he dried his hair. "Hey, you're up." He greeted. I nodded. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. "I was going to order breakfast for us."

"That would be great. I'm starving." I said, pushing my hair out of my face. "You do that while I go to the bathroom." He said okay as we both got off the bed. I grabbed all the things I would need for the bathroom before going in there. I took a short shower. when I got out, I combed out the knots in my hair before stepping back in to the room in nothing but a tank top and some panties. I didn't know what we were doing today so I didn't know what to wear yet.

When I stepped out, he was just getting off the phone. "You decided what we were doing?" he asked.

I shook my head as I sat on the bed, still combing out my hair. "Not yet. I thought we could talk about it over breakfast."

He nodded then finished getting dressed. I noticed when I came out, he was in his boxers. Now he was putting on a shirt and a pair of jeans. He really doesn't care what we do because he was going to wear that no matter what. He sat next to me.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. He told me he would get it since I wasn't dressed. He didn't want some Italian guy to stare at me up and down. I didn't say anything. I knew there was no fighting him. Plus, I didn't want someone to see me in my underwear anyways.

We sat on the bed, facing each other with the tray of food in the middle. I had sheets of information I printed from the internet in my hand. "So what are we doing today?" I asked before I took a bit of bacon.

"I thought we were picking from a hat." He said with a smile.

I looked at him. "You were serious about that?" I asked him. He just shrugged. I shook my head at the shrug. "No, I want this to be planned." I said looking through the different papers again. The pages were covered with tourist spots and restaurants. I didn't know what to expect since I never been here. Because of that, I just printed what looked pretty and interesting.

"Why?" he said after taking a gulp of orange juice.

"Because, if we plan this right, we can do a lot." I answered, still not looking at him.

"What happen to vacationing supposes to be about relaxing?" I heard him mumbled. I looked up at him without lifting my head. I shook my head again. "What?" he asked.

"Stop that." I told him.

"What am I doing?' he asked.

I put the paper down and looked at him. "You know what you're doing. The comments. Stop them." I told him.

"I'm just –."

"Edward, stop. We're going to relax. There are so many things to do and see here. I just don't want to spend the whole two weeks in the hotel." I grabbed the papers and start looking at them again. "We could've stayed at home if we were going to stay in bed." I mumbled.

"Not like I had a problem with that." He mumbled back. I sighed, hinting I was ignoring him now. I wasn't about to entertain him by going back and forward. What happen to the promise about not ruining this for me he made to me just last night? I couldn't help but wonder if he forgot that quickly. We were already here; we might as well make the most of it.

After we ate, I got dressed. I decided we're just going to walk around today to see where everything was so we didn't have to have our heads in maps the whole time. I pointed at placed I wanted to go over the weeks. He just nodded and said uh huh at the right moments. At one point I looked at him and noticed he was barely paying attention to me because he was staring at his phone. I wanted to knock that damn thing out of his hand. But I just rolled my eyes.

We stopped at a food cart to get something to eat. All the walking around was making me hungry. Plus it didn't help that it was hot. I was glad I was wearing shorts and a lightweight t-shirt. I was happy the person who was at the cart spoke English. It was broken English, but I could understand him; barely. I guess that was the place people went to eat, like us.

About two hours of more walking, Edward started groaning. At first, I ignored it. He was complaining at every stop we made and I thought it was just one of those times again. That was until he doubled over in pain and holding onto a bench for support. When was the last time he needed support to stand straight? When the answer came back never, that's when I got worried fast.

"Edward? Are you okay?" I asked. He didn't take time to think before shaking his head no in response. I rushed over to him and led him to the front of the bench to sit down. When we were sitting, he was still bending over and holding his stomach. "What's wrong?" I urged.

"My stomach." He groaned in response. Okay, I knew something was wrong with his stomach. He was giving the universal sign for it was hurting. But I didn't know what specially was wrong with him. So I asked again.

"What's wrong with your stomach?" I asked.

"I don't know; I feel sick to it." He groaned again. "What the hell was in that damn sandwich?" he asked, referring to the roast beef sandwich that we shared for lunch because it was way too big for one person.

I thought about it for a second. "Um… roast beef, I guess." I answered.

"What else?" he asked.

I thought again. "Um, peppers, I think. Onions, cheese, mushrooms."

He gagged the last word. "Did you say mushrooms?" he asked.

"Yeah. Edward, what's…"

"Can we go back to the hotel please?" he asked, cutting off my question.

"Umm…yeah sure." I replied, a little confused. I got a cab as soon as I possibly could. When the cab came, he crawled in the back seat first. When I got in, I pulled him down to my lap and smoothed his head to kind of relax him. As the guy was driving, he wasn't driving as smooth as he could. Edward gave groan every time the cab will hit a bump. I would ask the driver to go a little smoother. He would nod then go over another bump just as hard. He was so messing up his tip.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him once the cab was parked in front of the hotel's front door.

"Not any better." He complained.

I sighed in nerviness. I never knew how to deal with someone who was sick. Even when my mom was sick, Alice came over and took care of her. Being around sick made me feel…well, for lack of better terms, sick.

But there was no one here to take care of Edward, but me. So I will just have to suck it up. I got out of the cab and pulled him out as gently as possible. The driver looked at me when he saw I wasn't reaching in my purse for my wallet. Oh, I'm sorry I want to take of my sick boyfriend before paying for a crappy cab ride. This guy was really getting on my nerves.

I rolled my eyes and motioned him to follow me up to our room. He mumbled something – something rude, I'm betting – in Italian and got out of the cab.

I half carried Edward to our room. It was a good thing the hotel had a fast elevator. It was also good that our room kind of close to the elevator. I got the room key out of my pocket. I moved Edward to the room in the back and laid him gently on his side. I told him I would be right back before going to pay the cab driver.

After I paid the guy and walked him out of the door, I went back to the room to check on Edward. When I got back, the bed was empty. "Edward?" I called in confusion as I looked around the room. Then I saw the door to the bathroom was closed. I walked to it. "Edward." I called again as I knock on the door. Just then, I heard sounds of someone throwing up coming from behind the closed bathroom door. "Edward? Are you okay?" I asked from outside the bathroom. I couldn't go in there. If he was throwing up, I would be sick as well. That wouldn't do either of us any good if we were both sick.

"No." he groaned. Of course he wasn't, why did I ask?

"Is it your stomach?" I asked.

"Yes." He groaned again.

"Okay, I'm going to see if they have anything downstairs." I told him.

I came back to the room with a bottle of water, some stomach medicine and a bucket. They insisted I took it when I told the guy at the counter my boyfriend was sick to his stomach. I guess they assume he was throwing up.

When I walked back into the room, he was coming out of the bathroom. He looked at me and shook his head as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Damn mushrooms." He mumbled as he walked past me and to our shared room

"Mushrooms? The mushrooms made you sick?" I asked as I followed him. He nodded as he laid on the bed.

He placed his arm across his face to cover his eyes. "Whenever I eat those damn things, I get sick to my stomach and end up throwing up for a days. I guess you can call it an allergic reaction." He mumbled. I sat on the small space between him and the edge of the bed.

I placed the bottle I had in my hand on the nightstand. "I didn't know you were allergic to mushrooms." I noted as I pushed some hair out of my face.

He shook his head. "Never really came up, babe." He replied. Uh, that seems like something he would bring up on our first date or when we would stay up all night talking.

I stopped thinking about it as I rubbed his hand. "Feeling any better since you…you know?" I asked. He shook his head. I sat the bucket on the floor next to him and got the bottle of the nightstand. "Well, I got you some medicine. The label says it's supposed to help with stomach pain and nausea." I told him as I opened it. I poured some of it in the top that was also used for a small cup. I held it to him to take it. He groaned at the smell. I couldn't blame him; it was bad enough to make me sick as well.

"Thanks, but I think I would be fine." He said as he pushed the cup away from him. I rolled my eyes. There goes that damn male pride again.

"Edward, don't be stubborn." I lectured.

"Bella, I've been sick before. Trust me, I will be fine without that crap." He said.

"Do you want to be sick all week?" I asked him. He ignored me like I wasn't talking. I sighed hard. "Please just take some of it so I can feel better about you being sick." I asked, knowing the only way he would take it was to give me a peace of mind.

He sighed hard as he propped himself on his elbows and took the small plastic cup. He made a face as he choked it down. He pushed it back into my hand as if to tell me to get it as far away from him as possible. I took it and set it on nightstand next to the bed. "Any help?" I asked

He shrugged. "A little, I guess." He admitted. I held back the feeling to say told-you-so. "Thanks." He sighed hard again before lying back on the bed. "I bet you think I'm so pathetic to that damn sick over some mushrooms." He mumbled

"I wasn't, but now that you bring it up…"I trailed off. I looked at him. I saw that he had removed his arm from his face and was looking at me with an upset face. I smiled at him. I leaned down and kissed the side of his head. "I'm just joking. I wasn't thinking that at all. You're not pathetic; you might have a small stomach, but not pathetic." I told him as I slightly shook my head. "I never thought you would be the one to get sick like this." I said with a slight tease.

He gave a chuckle. "Even Superman has his kryptonite, babe." He reminded me. I smiled at him as I started rubbing slow circles on his stomach. He removed his arm from his eyes and looked at me with a confused face. "What are you doing?" he asked.

I gave him a shy smile. "When I was younger, my mom used to do this to me when my stomach was hurting. It kind of helped me feel better." I don't know if it was in my mind or it actually did, but when my mom used to take of me when I was sick, she would rub my stomach. It soothed and helped me feel better. I lifted my hand from his midsection. "Want me to stop?" I asked him, thinking he would think it was silly or childish. I mean, it kind of was.

He shook his head. He grabbed my wrist and placed my hand back where it was. I started rubbing his stomach again as he put his arm back over his eyes. He let out a deep breathe. "It does kind of help." He admitted. That was the plan. I smiled before kissing his forehead. "However, I do feel like a child." He said.

I thought he was complaining, like it was challenging his manhood or something "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Trust me, I'm sure." He responded. He started humming lightly. "I like when you take care of me." He said softly.

I gave a light chuckled. "I never have to do it before. My mom always took care of me and Alice took care of her when she was sick. I think I like taking care of you, though." I told him.

"I feel special." He said with a smile. Only a small one though because I don't think he could give anymore.

"You should. Just promise me one thing." I told him. He hummed for me to continue. "Return the favor one day." I said softly.

"I will…" he opened his eye and looked up at me. The playfulness was gone from his face as he looked at me. "Soon. Promise." He said.

I couldn't help but know what he meant by that. I knew it wasn't just about when I was sick or something. I didn't want him to think about that. That's why we were here; to get away from the things that was causing us stress back at home.

I leaned down and gave him a light and quick peck. I made it quick because I knew if it was any longer, I would be sick. I loved him, but that I was all I could give him. I pulled away and smiled at him again. "Just get some sleep." I told him.

He nodded as he closed his eyes again. I waited until I heard him snore lightly to get on my side. I wrapped my arm around his waist and laid my head on his chest. As if by reflex, he dropped his arm from his face and placed his hand on my waist. When he did that, I went to sleep as well.

Okay, this day didn't turn out well. Let's hope tomorrow will be better.

XXX

I woke before him the next day. Since he was still asleep, I used this time to get in the shower so my hair would be dried enough to comb out before we leave for the day.

I was brushing my teeth when I heard him groan in pain. I quickly spat in the sink and set my brush on the counter before damn near running into the main room. "Edward?" I said in a panic as I got into the room. I saw him leaning over the side of the bed with the bucket in one hand and the other clutching his stomach. "Are you okay?" I asked as I walked over to him, not getting too close.

He held up his finger to tell me to wait. It seem like he didn't know himself and he was waiting for something to happen like I was. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He set the bucket back where it was and nodded. "I'm fine." He said.

"What happen? I thought you were feeling better." I said.

"I thought I was too." He agreed as he laid back on the bed. "But I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and was sick again." He explained.

I looked around the room for something. I saw a mini refrigerator in the far corner. I walked over to it and took a small bottle of water out of it. I walked over to him. "Maybe water will help." I said handing it out to him.

He opened his eyes and was about to take the bottle. But he stopped and looked at it. "I'm not drinking that." He looked at me

"Why not?" I asked in confused tone.

"You know how much that stuff costs?" he asked as if I should already know. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe he would risk not feeling better, even a little, because of the damn price.

"Just drink it." I demanded. He sighed and took the bottle out of my hand. he took big, slow gulps before putting the top back on and handing it back to me. I placed it next to the medicine he took last night. I told him I would be right back because I had to finish getting ready for the day. He nodded and let me go. I walked back in and sat on the side of the bed. "So how are you feeling?" I asked him again as I gently smoothed his hair.

"I'm better, I guess." He said.

"You think you'll be able to go out today?" I couldn't help but ask. I couldn't help but get disappointed when he shook his head. I sighed. I know he was sick, but I like I said, I couldn't help it. I was looking forward to spending the day with him, and I haven't gotten that yet.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. "I'm sorry, but I just don't think I'm up to it." He said. He was saying that as if he knew what I was thinking. I must've shown it all over my face. He always says he doesn't have to know what I'm thinking to know what I'm feeling.

I sighed. "I understand." I hate it, but I understood.

"Why don't stay with me?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I kinda had things planned already." I told him honestly. It wasn't like I had to stay with him, I wasn't a doctor. He would get better alone in the same amount of time it would take him to get better if I was here.

"Did I ruin your day?" he asked.

"Kinda. When I went downstairs last night, there was this thing that talked about a boat ride, but I guess I could go and tell you about it when I come back."

He nodded. "That sounds like fun. I wish I could go with you."

"Are you sure you can't?" I asked one more time to be sure.

He shook his head. "I rather not chance it. Besides, do you really think a boat ride will help me right now?" he asked.

I sighed hard. "I guess you're right. And I don't want to strain you. I rather you rest." I told him as I patted his shoulder. He nodded. After that, I got up and got dresses.

I choose to put on a black skirt and white, short-sleeve button-up shirt. I finished it with a black headband and white slip on's. when I was done, I looked at him. His face was asking do I really have to wear that. I just smiled and gave him a kiss. The only reason I didn't change because I already had all my outfits planned and what days I was going to wear them. I wasn't going to change my plans I made for today. If I keep doing that, we won't get anything done. But if we weren't getting anything done, shouldn't we be doing it together?

When I got to door, I turned to him. He was laying on his side on his pillow. "Edward." I called. He looked up at me. "I can stay, I mean if you want me to. We could do the boat thing tomorrow and we could be together."

He smiled at me. "As much as I would love that, but now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't be any fun. I would either be sleep or throwing up all day."

"So, I can take of you. I don't mind." I told him. I really didn't want us to be apart while I was doing things on a vacation that we were supposes to be together on.

"You're too good to me, babe." He said, repeating the words he said to me months ago when I took care of him the first time. I didn't notice until now that I was doing that a lot since he came home. He yawned. "I will be fine. Go. Have fun. I'll be here when you get back." He assured me.

I smiled at him. "Okay. I'll see you when I get back then." I told him before opening the door.

"I'll miss you." He said as I walked towards the door.

I turned to him again. "Miss you too. Get better for me. I don't want to spend this whole vacation by myself." I told him.

He gave a very small chuckle. "Sure. Go before you're late." He said.

"Love you, see you in about an hour or so." I called over my shoulder.

"Love you too." He called back before I walked out the door.

When I got out the hotel, there was a tour bus there to take people to the dock where the boat was. I followed the crowd. I know it wasn't always a good idea to do so, but in this case I needed to. Otherwise, I would be lost if I tried to find anything on my own.

I was right about following the crowd because the bus I got on took everyone to the boat that was docked on the side of the river. As it started moving, I walked over to a railing to see the still waters. The water looked so peaceful. And the way the sun shined on it, it looked like diamonds on top of the aqua blue top. I smiled as I let the sunrays hit my bear arms and legs.

As I looked out to the waters and soaked up the vitamin D from the sun, I began to realize something. I looked around to see if I was right. And I was. When I looked around me, I saw that everyone had someone. Whether it was a mate or a family member, everyone seemed to be paired up. I felt alone. I really wish my someone was here with me. But Edward was sick. Or maybe I should've have stayed with him, despite what he was saying.

But no need to think about it now. I was already here. And it wasn't like I wasn't coming back. But we did come here to be together and I really shouldn't be away from him while he's so sick. I should be with him.

I looked the way we came. We were already too far and there was no turning back. Because of that, I shook my head to shake the thoughts away. We will be together and I will even be with him later today; I just wasn't with him right now. Like he said, he probably wouldn't be any fun because he would be sleeping. I would probably make myself sick by watching him gag and reach for the bucket next to bed.

He will be fine.

I leaned on the railing and looked at the map I had in my hand; so much for not having my head in it. The reason I was looking at it so I could see where the boat was taking us. It was going around the tip of Italy to the other from where we were staying. It was too far to walk, plus we were able to see the buildings of the country as we passed them.

I looked at the map and it said there was a place about a mile from where the boat stopped. I was unfamiliar with the name, so I took my phone out and searched the name. it turns out, it was this huge garden with all kinds of flowers and a walk way. I would have to go there.

I was looking at the map again when I heard someone in my ear. "Ciao signorina." I turned around to the Italian speaking voice. I blinked a few times. What he talking to me?

The guy had pale skin that almost looked like it was sparkling. He had black hair and eyes to match. The smile was hard to explain. I wasn't sure if I was to be threatened or flattered by it. He was wearing a red shirt with gold buttons and black shorts. His clothes looked expensive. Maybe that was just how it was here. Everyone's clothes just looked as if they were just better.

"TI seI perso?" he asked. I looked at him with confused face. I didn't understand him because he was speaking Italian. I didn't speak it so I was lost. I thought about searching it on my phone, but I had no idea how to say it, let alone try to spell it.

"I'm sorry…umm…Non capisco?" I replied, saying I didn't understand him as best as I could. That was one thing I knew in different languages, along with "yes", "no", 'where's the bathroom?", "Thank you" and "Hello, my name is Bella." It never came out fluently, but enough so that whoever I was talking to could understand me. Other than that, everything might as well been gibberish.

He chuckled. "I was asking if you were lost?" he said with an ascent. It wasn't like the first time I met Jasper, I could easily tell it was there.

I smiled. "You speak English." I said gratefully.

He nodded. "I make habit not to speak it because it's not my native tongue and I'm more comfortable speaking in Italian. But I forget not everyone is fluent in both languages." He said with a smile. "I'm Alec." He said, holding his hand out for me to take.

"Bella." I said, taking it.

"Aww, Isabella. A pleasure." He said then brought my hand to his lips and light kissed it. For some reason, unlike the time Emmett did it, I didn't pull away. Maybe because it was my first time meeting Emmett and the fact that I was already hella nervous because I was so unprepared didn't help.

He pulled away, I dropped my hand. "It's my first time here." I said.

He chuckled. "I could guess." He said.

"How?" I asked. He nodded to my hand. I looked down at my phone.

"America, I presume." He asked. I looked at him. Were Americans that obvious that people here could guess just by simply guessing? I nodded. "So, are you lost?" he asked again.

I shook my head. "No. I think I know where I'm going." I said as I looked at the map again. Before I could get a good look at it, it was out of my hand. I looked at him to see it was in his. I gave him a look as if to ask why he did that.

"How about, show you around so you have to keep looking at this?" he said as he folded it.

"I don't –." I was about to reject him, but he cut me off.

"I won't take no for an answer." He said with a smile.

It made me give a small one back. "Okay; I guess it would be better to get a local's opinion."

"Great. Just stick to me when we dock." He said hooking his arm with mine.

When we got off, he kept his promise to show me around. He showed me his favorite places to go eat and the places that wasn't on the map they gave me at the front desk of the hotel. I made a metal note of places to take Edward over the next few days and places I think we could do without. It wasn't that I didn't like them, just that I don't think Edward would be interested in them.

And I kept the promise of sticking by his side. Although the fact that he never let go of my hand was part of it. No, most of it. Okay, all of it. And it kind of bothered me. I was having fun, but I really didn't want to be glued to some guy's side that I just met. But I thought the best thing I could do was to humor him. I mean, when was I ever going to see him for him to be this clingy again?

We passed by the garden I wanted to go to. We ended up taking a short train ride to one he thought I would like better. He continued to point out things he wanted to show me things that were on the way. I barely knew what he was talking about. I just nodded and smiled. I figured I could search the things on my phone when I got back to the hotel, for I was too embarrassed to do it in front of him.

"This is Villa d'Este." He said when we got there. We were walking on the walk way. He was leading the way to somewhere he didn't mention. When he said the foreign words again, I looked at him. Did he not get the first time that I didn't understand that. He chuckled when he saw my face. "Sorry. It usually translates into 'The Garden of Miracles.'" He answered the question my face was obviously asking.

I looked around. "It's very beautiful." I told him, honestly.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you." He said. I turned to him to he was smiling. I gave a soft one back. There goes that uncomfortable feeling again.

"Thanks, I guess." I thought about changing the subject. I didn't have to think about what I would change it to. "So I never had a change to ask...what were you doing on the boat in the first place?" I asked him. I was right about not getting the chance to ask. Every time I tried to say something, he would show me something else.

I asked because the boat was a tourist boat, there weren't a lot of locals on the boat. In fact, I think I might have been somewhere between one and three, not counting Alec.

He chuckled. The one thing I did like about him was his laugh. It was musical. "I go on there sometimes to meet pretty tourists." He admitted.

I chuckled back. "That's something new." I told him.

He shrugged. "Sometimes it works others not so much."

"So is that what you were trying with me?" I asked him. He nodded. "And how did that work out?" I asked him.

He smiled. "You tell me." Once again, I felt uncomfortable. I suddenly regret asking him that question. But I doubt me asking him or not would have mattered much. He's been saying things like I was beautiful all day. I knew what he was doing. I really wish he would stop trying to do it too.

I smile soften. "Let's just keep walking." I said as I turned my head to look forward again.

After I said that, he kept walking until we were at a small stone wall that was used as a railing. I was happy he let me go so I could lean on it. I could see why the wall/railing was there. When I looked over, I saw we were on a tall hill. Then I looked forward. You could see the country for miles. It was like I was looking at it from a bird's eye view. "Amazing." I gasped.

He looked over the railing as well. "It is." He agreed. "I've been here all my life, and still think it's hard to get use to." I couldn't do anything but nod. "Bella, I would like to give you something." He said. I looked at him. I was getting the feeling again. "If that's okay, of course." He said when he saw my hesitant face.

I turned to him and leaned on the railing. I made sure not to lean too far back so I wouldn't fall to my death. I nodded. "Umm...sure. it's okay, I guess." I told him.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a flower. I was amazed to see it didn't look weak and doppy. He handed it to me. "Something to remember the day." He said.

I took the flower. "Thanks." I said as he leaned next to me. "This day will definitely be something to remember. It was fun and I had a great time." Except for the times when he would not let go on me and when he kept hitting on me. I would have left him a long time ago if he didn't, like I said, hold on to my hand.

"It has been a good day, hasn't it?" he said, leaning next to me.

I shrugged. "I guess."

He turned me and smiled. "I think I know how to make it better." He said. Then he started leaning in to me. It took me a while to realize what he was doing. But when I figured it out, I leaned away from him.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.

He looked at me with confusion as if the answer was clear. It was, but it was just one of those things where I had to make sure I was thinking the correct thing. "I was trying to kiss you." He said. Yup, knew it. To be honest, I really should have seen this coming, but I was in denial. I ran into that so hard, my head is almost hurting.

"Why?"

"Because I like you. I thought you felt the same way. Was I misreading?"

I pushed him away. "Yeah." I told him. He tiled his head to the side in confusion. I sighed. "I'm sorry, I should've told you this earlier, but I have a boyfriend."

He chuckled. "Really?" he said like he was in disbelief. I nodded. "And where is this boyfriend?"

"Back at the hotel. He was sick so he told me to go out."

"Well, he is not a wise man for letting you out unsupervised." He chuckled as he shook his head.

That offended me. I didn't like him talking about my boyfriend like that. He didn't know Edward or me so he had no right to say anything about either of us. I pushed off the wall and looked at him. "It's not like I have to ask for his permission to do something." I snapped.

He pushed off as well and walked towards me. "Okay. Well, I don't see him. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?" He said softly as he leaned in again. This time I pushed him away harder.

"Will you stop? I'm not that kind of girl. I won't do that to him." I told him.

"Bella, what is wrong wi-." He started.

"I did that once, okay." I cut him off. He gave me a shocked look. "I won't do it again."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I don't have to tell you." I closed the small distance between us. I took his hand and put the flower he gave me a few minutes ago in it. "Give this to the next girl you meet. I'm sorry, but I have to go." I said before I walked away.

It took me a while to get back to where the boat was. I tried to just go backwards; but he took so many turns, I kind of lost. Eventually, I had to get another map; since he took mine and never gave it back.

When I got back to the hotel, I almost ran to the room. When I got to the bedroom, Edward was sitting against the headboard. He had his phone in his hand and the remote by his side. When I came in, he looked up at me.

"Hey, babe. How was your day?" he greet with a smile that said he was more than happy to see me.

I smiled. "Nothing special to report. I would have more fun here with you." I told him the truth. At least if Edward would have tried to kiss me, I would have let him. Well, probably right after he brushed his teeth. But after being forcefully attached to some creep all day out of politeness, I don't think I would have care.

I toss my purse on the nearest thing, I ran over to the bed and landed on it on my knees. I took his face in both of my hands. I pulled him to me and crashed my lips to his. I was happy his breathe tasted minty. But like I said before, after the day I had, I don't think I would have cared too much if it wasn't.

"Someone seems happy." He noted with confusion when I pulled away.

"I guess I missed you more than I thought." I told him half the truth. Truth was I felt I needed to touch his lips since someone who wasn't him almost did. I hooked my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him. I looked at the phone in his hand. "What were you doing?" I asked.

"Umm...just checking my messages." I looked at him. I wondered why he felt the need to do that. He must've seen the question in my eyes because he added more quickly. "Carlisle called; he asked how the trip was going. I just got off the phone with him." He explained.

"What did you tell him?" I asked.

He smiled. "That you were trying to poison with damn mushrooms." He joked.

I punched him in the chest. "I didn't know, okay?" i snapped.

He chuckled as he put the night stand next to us. "I know, babe." He said he looked at me again He wrapped his arms around my waist. "What are you doing back so early; I didn't think you would be back until much later." He said.

I shrugged. "Like said, I missed you. Which reminds me, how are you feeling?" I asked.

"Much better. My stomach's not even hurting anymore." He said.

"Great." I smiled.

"Why?"

"There's something we haven't done here yet." I said. Before he could ask, I pulled him to my lips again. When I felt he got my hint, I laid on my back to he was on top of me and his hands were on my body.


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