"Goodnight Bella," His breath blew in face as he set me upright.

"Sweet dreams!" I called back and I heard him chuckle as I made my way up to the front door.

I sighed as I put down the list I had made. Now that all of these things were actually down on paper, I could no longer hide the fact that I was lying to everybody, myself included.

True, I used to be an upbeat (but not too) cheerleader and that I knew how to attract any guy's attention. Sure I had been the most popular, the most envied, but that wasn't by choice; those things never mattered to me. And yeah, I had what seemed everything that anyone could possibly want (even though I really didn't), but those weren't the things that had held a great deal of importance in my life.

So…maybe I really wasn't lying to myself at all. Maybe I was just…coming into myself. Like the Old Me was a more teen-like version of the me I was supposed to be, but now that I've mellowed out, I've become more of myself.

The signs that I was changing were already there, too. Before in Birmingham, I had hung out with my brothers all the time and dressed any way that I wanted (even if it was a bit stylish). The racial differences and the out-of-style ways were always accepted. But when I moved to Phoenix, Renee sent me to an extremely racial school (I'm just making this up. No offence to those of you from Phoenix!) and everything I did was questioned and dissected within an inch of its life. Then, when word spread that I was black, I was a social pariah to all of the snooty rich kids. I still didn't care.

In Phoenix, I started writing and reading more instead of dancing and singing. My normally hyper and bouncy mood shifted down into a calmer and more preserved aura. I didn't join any sports either so no one knew of my athletic abilities.

My alarm beeped and my thoughts scattered. I hadn't been able to go to sleep last night (I even went to the store and did my hair to prepare for the coming events) and had started the list Edward wanted me to make. Now that I have, I can kinda see why. He obviously saw something that, at the time, I hadn't. I'll have to give him a hug or something later.

Now, it's time for number two.

I stepped out of bed and gently pressed the "off" button like I use to. Then, I walked to the bathroom to get a shower and wash my hair. To be my old self, I needed to follow my old morning routine or else everything else would be ruined.

After taking a long shower and washing and carefully blow drying my hair so that it lye perfectly straight, I went back to my room wrapped in my towel.

The theme is black and white.

Lying across my bed was one of the outfits I had bought yesterday and would have worn five months ago: a white button-down puffy sleeve shirt, a black vest, a white miniskirt (but not too mini), black tights and white stiletto boots.

Like I said, it's a black and white thing, to be ironic I guess. I even got a stylish black trench to go along with it. (All clothes, except for coat, are on my profile.) I got all of these things at the store last night. Well, not the boots; I saved those from the fire.

When I was done getting dressed, I took the rail downstairs so I could get some cereal. Ya know, the thing called a banister. It was made for sliding. (I don't know what they made stairs for though.)

I was just finishing up when I heard a quiet knock on the door.

"Just a minute!" I called and my voice momentarily stunned me; it had more life and energy in it than before.

I walked to the front door and looked through the peephole. It was Edward.

"Hey!" I greeted through the door.

"Good morning," Edward smiled then paused. "Were you going to let me in or what?"

"maybe," I teased

"Well, I guess that means you don't want the keys to-," he started off suggestively, but I quickly cut him off.

"NO! I'll let you in, but I don't want you to see what I'm wearing yet. So," I unlocked the door as I spoke. "I'll unlock the door for you. But please wait until I've gotten upstairs and said 'okay' to come in."

"Alright," Edward smiled his crooked smile at the peephole and I felt my breath slightly catch.

I pulled away from the door and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and then took a deep breath.

"Okay," I said as normally as I would if he was standing next to me. Then, I faintly heard the front door open and close.

"I'll only be a sec," I told him and he said, "Okay," loud enough so that my weaker human ears could hear.

I turned to face the mirror. Since my skin had always been a pale almost porcelain color to it, I didn't really need foundation. Same goes for cover-up. So I started off with the thin black tube of eyeliner and a pink lip gloss.

Okay, this is only an experiment and it's going to be really short, but here's Edward's POV! (Tell me how I do too please!)

I was standing in Chief Swan's house, waiting for his daughter, Bella, to appear so she could drive us to school.

I refrained wincing when I thought of anyone driving my Volvo, but my pain was easily soothed by the thought of who would be driving it. I couldn't say no to her. Especially if I could see her gorgeous smile again.

At the same time, I wanted her, expected her to even, turn away from me and never speak to me again for fear of what I am.

But until that time comes, I will keep her happy.

"Are you ready?" Bella asked from around the corner of the stairs. A hint of nervousness was coming form her voice.

"Bella you'll look beautiful in anything you wear," I said as I tried to hurry this along. Alice had had a vision of what today would bring, but she started translating the Canadian national anthem into different languages; all I caught was I flash of white.

I heard her take a deep breath and took the few steps that would put her in my line of vision…

And her beauty caught and held my attention. I couldn't look away as she slowly descended the stairs. Sure, she was beautiful in anything and everything on a daily basis, but she had emphasized certain parts of herself that made it hard to look away.

Bella was dressed in all black and white. (I think she's trying to be ironic about that, I thought wryly.) She had on white boots that stopped below her knee with a pair of black tights underneath. She had on a white blouse that had puffy sleeves and a black vest over it.

She also had on a miniskirt.

That one article of clothing made me want to cover her up with my jacket and make me think, eh em, unpleasant thoughts. The way it showed off the curve of her legs and muscular thighs…

Umm, back to the description.

She also had temporary die in her hair; black on top with white streaks underneath. A white sparkly clip pinned back one side of her face allowing a better view of her soft skin and curvy neck…

Focus Edward! I mentally chastised myself.

When she got to the bottom, she finally looked up at me and I could see that she had added some black makeup lightly around her eyes. Stunning…very stunning.

"Do you like it?" Bella asked, still nervous.

"You look great," I lied. No, not great, beautiful.

Alright guys, I hadn't planned to stop here, (then again, I hadn't planned on writing from Edward's POV either) but I have to go write thank-you notes for my Christmas gifts. Also, in the beginning of the next chapter, I'll be answering a couple of questions from reviews I've gotten. So, if you have a question, leave a review and I'll answer! And if you want to see the list, that'll be up too!