A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews I've been getting on this story. I love you all so much! And thanks for putting up with my lack of posting. I haven't been feeling particularly inspired this week. I highly recommend to any writer never to share a laptop with four other people. Anyway, you don't want to hear my life story, so I'll go on.

First things first. I know this is meant to be an adaptation of Twilight, but I loved the Biology excursion scene in the movie so much that I just had to use it here.

There's been a bit of confusion with this story, but trust me, that's what you are supposed to be feeling. If you've gone huh? I don't geddit, then that's good. That's exactly what I want. You'll find out exactly what is going on in a couple more chapters, but first it is necessary to get all the Bella/Edward stuff out the way.

Which brings me to my next point – Edward Cullen and Ally Fischer have no interest in each other whatsoever. In fact, Ally hates Edward. Why? You'll find out soon enough!

Also too, keep checking my profile for a playlist for this story. I am not stealing SM's idea – I have done this with every single story I write.

Remember – read it and review it! Enjoy!

The TV was blaring some game – Yankees or Red Sox, it didn't interest me.

I lay, spread over the couch, and book in hand.

My feet, down the other end of the couch, were freezing. I had about five pairs of socks on and I was still cold.

"Dammit," I sniffed, resting the book on my stomach.

I wiped my eyes. Act Four, Scene Five. Ophelia has gone mad.

And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead:
Go to thy death-bed:
He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.

Poor Ophelia. Her one love is hell bent on exacting revenge on his Uncle, her father's dead and her brother doesn't take any notice of her. Now that is dysfunctional.

I heard someone cough, and sat up as Bella came into the living room. "Can we talk?" she asked softly.

I wiped my eyes.

"Sure," I croaked, my voice all hoarse.

Panic crossed Bella's face. "Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded. "Shakespeare," I said, holding up my copy of Hamlet. "Does this to me every time."

She made to sit down on the end of the couch, where my cold feet were currently placed.

"No!" I practically screamed. I felt my face go red as Bella recoiled from my harsh voice.

Soft laughter filled my mind.

Let's see you get yourself out of this one.

I tried to look somewhat sane as I tried to concoct a response.

"I…I spilt water on the seat cover, so it's all wet."

Lame.

"Oh," Bella replied. The tone of her voice suggested that she still wasn't convinced, but she let it go.

"Well," she started, opting to sit on the edge of the arm rest instead, picking at the fabric. "I just wanted to apologise for my outburst the other day. It wasn't fair to take out all my emotions on you."

Wow. Bella could talk really fast. She sat, fiddling with her hands.

I nodded my head slowly.

"I guess…this whole thing has gotten me wound up. I mean, I know what I saw. I'm positive," Bella continued.

"Bella…" I started. This was a hard decision to make. I could only hope that it was the right one.

"If Edward Cullen jumped in front of Tyler's van and saved you, then that's what happened. I believe you."

Of course I believed her. I did see it happen after all.

"So…friends?"

I smiled. "Friends!" I gave Bella a hug.

Aw, how sweet.

I rolled my eyes of Bella's shoulder.

As we broke from the embrace, she started talking again.

"I didn't know you were interested in baseball," she said, surprised.

I pulled a face. "I'm not." I felt like adding, "He is though."

"I'm reading," I said, holding up my battered copy of Hamlet. "See? Tear marks?" I waved my free hand in front of my eyes, which I knew were all red and gross.

You look like a chipmunk that's choking.

I coughed out loud, trying hard to suppress the combination of anger and laughter that was building up in me.

"Are you okay?" Bella asked, concern masking her face.

"I'm – fine," I gasped for breath, waving her away. Bella disappeared, only to return with a tumbler of water.

"Thank you." I took the cup off Bella, taking a long sip of water.

"So tell me," I said, setting the tumbler down on the floor. "What has passed between you and Cullen lately? You know it's been three days, right, since we've talked?"

Bella blushed. "I know – sorry."

"It's okay," I said hastily. "Tell me about Cullen."

Wow, I was pushy today.

Bella rolled her eyes, getting a funny look on her face. It was a cross between anger and annoyance.

"He is so frustrating. He refused to talk to me. I even had the dignity to acknowledge him in Biology and say hello, but not one word!"

She threw her hands up, exasperated.

"And then," she began again, laughing. "Today, we had that Biology field trip, right?"

I nodded, inserting a bookmark into Hamlet and setting it on the floor. Each year, the junior Biology classes go on a big excursion to some mammoth greenhouses outside of Olympia.

"I wasn't in a good mood, because Mike asked me to Spring Dance, and then –"

I bolted up. "Wait, what? Mike Newton asked you to the school dance?" I burst into a fit of laughter. "I thought it was ladies choice?"

"It was…is. And I'm not going with him. Jess is. I'm not going with anyone." A scowl crossed her face.

Eric and Tyler both asked her today as well.

I started choking as I tried to hold back the laughter. Mike, Eric and Tyler? All this attention and she's only been here less than, what, three months now?

I bet Jess and Lauren were mad. That thought made me smile.

"Please, continue on," I said, suppressing my laughter.

Bella bit her lip.

"So we were on this trip, and all of a sudden he's talking to me. I wasn't even aware at first, he just started blathering on. So I turn around, and I give him a what for. I mean, he saves my life and then doesn't even say hello to me in class!"

I nodded, motioning Bella to go on with her story.

"So then I asked him to explain himself, and do you know what he said to me?"

Bella was enraptured with her story now, gripping the sides of the sofa. This time I shook my head. "No…"

"He says, "I had an adrenaline rush. You can Google it.""

For the third time that evening, I burst into a fit of laughter. For someone as antisocial as Cullen, the 'alone' time had left him to perfect his wit.

"It's not funny," Bella scowled. "He hates me."

I smiled sympathetically. "I'm sure he doesn't hate you Bella. Cullen just has issues, that's all."

"He hates me."

I couldn't win, I could see that. Sighing, I flicked the TV off.

I was watching that!

"So then. Mike Newton is taking you to the dance," I mused with a grin on my face.

"He is not!" Bella said, flopping into the lounge chair. She was frowning as she stared at a patch of the carpet.

Maybe she was wishing that some-one else would take her to the dance? I scowled at the thought.

"You know Bella, we could go to Seattle that weekend. I mean, I need to get to Seattle sometime soon before I go insane. Plus I need to go see the Seattle Library Board about getting a grant…" I trailed off.

The look on her face was a mixture of relief and interest.

"Let's go to Seattle. I need a book store."

"Yes!" I cried. "I have company!"

And what am I, invisible?

I laughed. He sure had that part right.

"But if I go to Seattle with you, you have to do me a favour," Bella began, sitting up.

I eyed her warily.

"What?"

She was doing that thing where bit her lip. It was quite annoying actually.

"Jess invited me to go to Port Angeles with Lauren, Angela and herself." I shook my head, opening my mouth to Bella down, but she cut me off.

"Please come. Please Ally."

Bella," I started. "I wouldn't hang out with Jessica and Lauren if you promised me immortality."

Oh god, here we go with the immortality thing again. I'm telling you, there is no way I am letting you –

I began to speak, cutting off the voice in my head.

"Look, Bella. You can stand to be around people like Jess and Lauren. I can't. I can't think of anything worse. That's like torture for me. If it was anything else, I'd say yes. Anyway, I probably have to work."

Bella looked at me dejectedly. I groaned, part of my mind tempted to just give up and say yes.

I smiled weakly at her. "Sorry."

"It's okay. I guess I'll just go, I haven't really been to Port Angeles in a while."

She stood up, heading to the kitchen. I sat in on the couch, looking at her.

"Stuff it," I mumbled, standing also. I glanced at the clock. It read five minutes past seven. Outside it was pitch black and you could hear the soft patter of rain on the window sills.

I headed to my room, flopping down on the bed.

You can't please everyone, you know.

"I know," I grumbled, reaching for a pillow. I fluffed it up before sticking it under my pillow.

I yawned, all of a sudden feeling drained and tired.

I felt the familiar cold seeping through my body, and I turned, welcoming it.

Sleep.