My lips are chapped, the 'p' key on my key board is sticking, I just had an allergic reaction to my mascara, and I'm horny beyond belief. So, even thou my day is going so horribly bad, I still find time to sit here and write. woot, go me. yea, what now, uh... raise the roof yo

ok, enough sarcasim, ON WITH THE FIC! oh yea, sorry for the shorter chapter.

Dead Inside and Out

Edward was being oddly protective of his laptop that afternoon. Everytime I went near it he'd spaz out on me and go hide it somewhere. It was getting rather annoying. There was something he was hiding from me, and I didn't like it. It made me want to find that god damned piece of technology and rip it apart until I knew what was going on. Further more, neither he nor Alice explained what happened earlier during the baseball game. It was all truely frustrating.

After Edward hid that damned computer for the billionth time, I'd just about had enough. I needed to do my daily check up on the world! This was the time I used to check the news to see if there were any alien spottings or something. But that stupid laptop...

I stormed up the stairs, enfuriated by Edward's stupid game. He practically skipped with forced joy, what a stupid act.

"Bell, what doth thou thinketh thou art doing?" he said, annoyingly cheerful, in th old Elizabethan dialect.

"I be-eth annoyed-eth of thast's little gameth," I answered bitterly.

"Where are you going, love?" he asked again.

"Upstairs?"

"Ok, a better question then... why?"

"I need to check the news!" I answered, practically yelling.

"News-smoosh," he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wiggled out of his grasp.

"Jasper!" I called. I think Edward knew what I was doing, but he wanted to avoid the topic at all costs. He was stooping very low in pretending to be as dense as he was acting.

"Silly Bella, Jasper doesn't know where the laptop is," he cooed in my ear.

"Who says I'm trying to find it?" Lord knows everyone was aware I'd given up on finding that a long time ago.

"Isabella," he said softly, finally serious. He pulled me to him, forcing me to look him in the eye. "Please, just stay away from computers for now."

"Why?" I asked, still angry.

"Just... please?" His expression was overly pleading. I couldn't resist.

"Fine.." I answered after a moment. "But you'll tell me why soon, right?" My voice was practically threatening him.

"I won't have to..." he muttered. I didn't bother asking him about what he meant. Instead I walked back down the stairs to the living room. I felt like a movie. I searched our overly stocked movie collection for something good. The Princess Bride, just the thing. I put into the VCR and grabbed the remote. Edward had already moved to the couch, surrounding himself with pillows. He looked so inviting. I plopped down next to him, his arms slithering around me.

"What's the film?" he asked.

"The Princess Bride," I answered with a chuckle, knowing fully what he was about to do. He jumped up on the coffee table, taking a battle stance. He pretended as if he had a sword in his left hand.

"Hell, I am Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. PREPARE TO DIE!" he quoted. Oh come on, you have to giggle at that.

The movie was halarious, especially with Edward saying his favorite lines like, "As you wish," or "I am not left handed. Neither am I." or "ANYBODY WANT A PEANUT?" He was very amusing. Once the movie ended, we migrated downstairs, thoroughly disgusting Rose since we bumped into her while making out. It was rather funny when Edward decided to unleash all the times Emmett sat on him during one of Rose's makeout sessions. If she were human she would have turned beet red. But, at the moment, Edward and I sat on our bed, staring at eachother.

I was utterly lost in his gaze, as he was mine. Even as a vampire, I was still amazed that he was real. At one point I ended up stroking his cheek. Eventually, we both fell into a meditive state until Edward suddenly jumped up and ran to the door. I think Alice had called him. With Edward gone, I was unable to fall back into peace, so I sat up and stretched. I figured I could calm myself by drawing, so I reached under the bed to find my sketch pad when... I found the laptop. I chuckled. Under the bed? It had been there the entire time and I never looked. Well, I'd promised Edward I wouldn't use it, so I put it back and got my sketch pad.

I drew my house in Forks with Charlie's cruiser in the driveway and Edward's Volvo on the curb. I kinda missed my dad. I put down the sketch pad and began searching for where Edward had gone off to. I found him in the kitchen, having an instense conversation with Alice. I didn't want to intrude. I was going to head back down when Alice suddenly said my name.

"Bella's going to find out Ed," Alice said quietly.

"I know..." he answered back, seeming rather solem.

"Then why are you keeping her from it?"

"She doesn't have to know... now... does she?"

Alice sighed. "The sooner the better... She's going to be mad when she finds out you've been keeping this from her."

"I know, I just-"

"This isn't something you can protect her from. You knew it was going to happen eventually!" Alice whispered angrily.

"But she-"

"She deserves to know."

They were talking about Edward's keeping me away from the computer... I rushed back downstairs and fetched that damn laptop. Question was... what did I need to do inorder to find out what happened? I figured I would do what I always did, check the Forks News. And that's when it hit me. Charlie.

My fingers wouldn't move fast enough as I typed in the address. Once the screen loaded, taking forever and a day might I add, the first headline blew me away.

"Beloved Protector Sleeps Peacefully" it read. I felt my breath catching already. "Charles Swan, our retired cheif of police, died peacefully last night in his sleep. He's in a better place with his daughter, Isabella Swan, now..." I couldn't read anymore. I just stared blankly at the page. It was the sounds of footsteps on the stairs that brought me back. I shut the computer and threw it under the bed again before picking up my sketch pad and pretending I had been drawing the entire time.

"Hey love," Edward greeted me.

"Hey!" I said all too cheerfully. "Welcome back!" I thought my fake enthusiasm would make him suspiscious, but he said nothing as he sank down into the bed next to me.

"May I?" he asked, motioning toward my drawing. I handed it to him, seeing his face grow sorrowful. He knew too that Charlie and that little house in Forks were gone. I had to stop myself from screaming. Alice was right, I was mad. But Edward was protecting me... I had to remember that. I didn't want him to know I knew either, so I would have to pretend that I didn't. I could do that, couldn't I?

I would just let the numbness take me until I forgot... How long would that take anyway? I could handle... I could.

CmH signing off. Poor Charlie... I want you guys to know that he's like 70 something here! He was OLD... MORE TO COME!!! R&R por favor.