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Chapter Three

EPOV

We drove along the highway, though I wasn't totally sure where we were going. But who the hell cares? I have Bella by my side. That's all I need in the world. And right now I was so happy, I could almost cry.

I turned to her, and she smiled at me. Could it be possible that she is just as happy as I am? I wondered to myself. Very hard to believe, but there was nothing I wanted to do more than believe in my own happiness at this point. I was horrified at myself for what I wanted to do now. Although, I really am quite shocked that I had not attempted something stupid like that before this.

Would I have really done it? Would they be cleaning up my blood right now and carrying my body out? Would I have committed such a cowardly act?

Not something that I especially wanted to dwell over. I shuddered.

"Where we goin?" Bella asked, finally breaking the silence.

I smiled. "I don't know, to be perfectly honest," I confessed.

"How 'bout just taking a ride?" she suggested. "I really don't wanna go back there."

"Well you don't have to. But it's my home." I sighed. "Gonna have to go back eventually."

She smiled at me sympathetically. "Sorry to cause all this trouble."

"Don't be silly!" I said, shaking my head. "If you hadn't have come, I probably would have been causing even more trouble..." I trailed off, I felt her shudder.

"So thank you," I whispered.

She took my hand again, and I was just trying not to get us in a car crash.

BPOV

I desperately wanted to kiss him. Kissing him might make me feel alright.

I didn't care about all the things he was saying to me, about me being forgiven. I couldn't believe it. I just felt so horrible. WHY did he feel the need to do that? It was all my fault.

In all seriousness, I had always had a bit of a thing for Edward Cullen. But I succumbed to peer pressure too easily. I rolled my eyes.

No more of that, I thought to myself.

I didn't care if people knew anymore. I just wanted to be with him.

I never really understood why everyone made fun of Edward. What was there to make fun of? Sure, he was kind of a loner, but that really is no reason to make fun of someone. He was good-looking, smart, talented. Maybe the others were just jealous? I smiled to myself.

"I don't wanna go back home," I said to him.

He chuckled. "Neither do I, definitely not."

A few moments of silence passed. "Can I ask you something?" Edward asked me.

"Oh, sure."

"How did you know that I was planning... suicide?" Both of us flinched.

I had seen him watching us, and running upstairs.

"I didn't know you were gonna do that," I told him. "But I did know something was wrong, that it had upset you. I wanted to make things right, and I guess I just decided to tell you the way I really felt about you." I blushed.

He grinned, and blushed as well. How cute. "Well thank you. You saved me."

I had nothing to say, so we just smiled at each other.

"Hey," I said a few minutes later. "Wanna maybe, come back to my house for a bit, clear your head? My dad isn't home, so we won't have to go through all the trouble of telling him why you're there."

He looked surprised, he raised his eyebrows.

"Oh! Oh, yeah, absolutely," he answered, the surprise was apparent in his voice.

"Cool, I'll tell ya how to get there."

It took all of 5 minutes for Edward to reach my house, what with how fast he was.

He looked around my house, while I checked to make sure my father wasn't home.

We had decided to sit back on the couch and watch a movie, when I heard a car pull up in the driveway.

My father.

"Shit!" I shrieked.

Good luck Edward had parked his car in the neighbor's parking lot, Charlie would be totally oblivious.

Edward looked rather worried, and I told him to hide in the closet in the hallway, hoping to God that Charlie wouldn't look in there.

The front door opened, just in time for the closet door to close.

"Hey Bells," my dad, Charlie Swan, Chief of Police, greeted me.

"Hey Dad," I fought to keep my tone from going up three octaves. "how was work?"

"Lazy day, to be honest. What's with you?"

Shit! "Nothing, why?"

"Ah, nevermind. I gotta use the bathroom," he dropped his things, and went off to the bathroom. Relief ran through my whole body.

I opened the closet door, and directed Edward to the front door. We gave each other a quick hug goodbye.

"Good luck," I told him before he left.

He smiled, and placed a note in my hand.

I closed the door quietly, and breathed out a sigh of extreme relief. I opened up the note, and smiled at what it said.

Miss you already.

Hey guys! So sorry for the wait! I had a serious case of writer's block. Anyway, hoped you enjoyed the chapter. It was kind of a filler...

So guess what?.. Any Green Day fans out there? I saw their concert last night! AHHH! They were so amazing! 3

Alright, I'm done with the fangirling. Let me know if you're a Green Day fan. :)

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