A/N : Hi guys, sorry I haven't been writing, I've had my mocks on (to non-irish they're practice exams which are just as hard as real ones, just earlier. Fun...not...)

But anyway, it's midterm and I'm planning on writing more! :)

Thank you so much for all my reviewers who keep reading the story, I LOVE you guys! Will you all be my late valentines?

Also, to anyone who reads but doesn't review, please do. If you are an author yourself, you will know that while story alerts and favourites are good, reviews are by far the best and they take very little time. You don't even have to log in! I accept anonymous reviews!

While I'm not going to be one of those authors who asks for more reviews before updates, I'm just going to say that more reviews make me think people like my writing, and they make writing that next chapter oh so much easier to type up :)

So here's a little teaser:

(Yes, I know I'm evil ;) )

Eating an IceCream Cone Chapter 4

Bella's POV

I arrived at Charlie's old house with Nessie, shaking from both the cold and fear of meeting Edward again. Nessie constantly chattered the whole way, though, so I was ok for now. We arrived at the house and went inside, I used my old key.

Inside was deserted, bar some dusty furniture that would be thrown out before the new owners moved in. I brought Nessie upstairs to my old room, showing it to her. She had been to Charlie's house before, but only when she was very young and she didn't remember well.

I was sitting on my old bed, waiting for Edward. I checked my watch. It was 11.57. Edward was usually very prompt, so I only had three more minutes of agonizing wait. I could only hope that he would accept me.

Edward's POV

I sat in my car, around the corner from Bella's house. It was 11.57. I said I'd be there at 12, so I would be. I wanted so much to run up to her and kiss her and tell her that I wanted her back, but what about this 'someone' she wanted me to meet? It could be her new boyfriend. Or worse, husband. I didn't think I could handle that, so I stayed in the car until it was 11.59. I drove around the corner and parked the car in front of her house. I walked up the familiar path and knocked on the door. No going back now. I could only hope that she would accept me.