Hey guys! The inauguration was this week! I was so ex! (That means excited) The list that Bella made will be in this and at the bottom of the next chapter will be a summary for my new story The Cinders of Bella.

TriGemini- don't worry, I'm still going to finish this story; maybe even write a sequel. And thanks for the comment about Edward's POV in the last chapter. I love re-reading it because it seems so real to me! And I don't know, I might put the vision that Alice had in the story somewhere (OH! SUDDEN INSPIRATION! I'll put it in the chapter when…well I won't say now).

SparklingTopazEyes- I love it too; that's why I picked it out.

And thanks to everybody else who submitted a review!

P.S. This chapter goes back and forth a bit, so try not to get confused.

Disclaimer: I swear Officer, some lady named Stephenie Meyer totally stole my ideas, identity, and Rob Pattinson away from me!

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.

BPOV:

"So," I asked as I walked over to the kitchen and set down my messenger bag so I could get a granola bar. "How long do I have to do this?"

"Well," Edward picked up my bag and I followed him to the door. "As long as you are yourself, you can drive my car. So, as long as you want."

I clapped my hands and bounced on my toes. Edward laughed and handed me my coat. I was about to put it on when Edward grabbed it back and proceeded to help me into it.

"Why, thank you," I said politely.

"No problem," Edward smiled. "These things are second nature to me. By the way, I didn't mention before, but I'll need to see the list you made up."

EPOV:

I was a little nervous myself as Bella took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to me. From a quick glance, I saw that half of the writing was in an elegant cursive, while the other was sloppy and rushed. Upon closer inspection I noticed that what I was trying to get her to see was, indeed, clear to me on paper as well.

Old Bella New Bella

Nickname- Bell, Bee, Iz, Izzy Nickname- Bella, Bells

Favorite Color-red, blue, gold Favorite Color- varies from day to day

Hair color-Blonde, under black Hair Color- brown

Music- pop, rock, movie scores Music- rock, movie scores, classical

Hobbies- cheer, track, basketball, videogames, fixing cars, Hobbies- reading, writing

writing,singing, dancing, acting, playing flute, guitar, karate,

tae kwon doe

Talents- dancing: ballroom, tango, jazz, ballet, Talents- non-existent

hip-hop, singing

Cars/Form of Transportation Cars/Form of Transportation

Favorite type- sporty and fast Favoritetype- trucks, older cars, slow

Favorite kind- Mercedes, Volvo's,BMW's, Porsche's, Favorite kind- don't have one

Ferrari's, etc.

Other- MOTORCYCLES!!! Other- none (does a bicycle count?)

Type- Ninja's! Type- don't really know

Color on F.o.T. - black or silver Color on F.o.T- Purple's cool

As I thoroughly scanned the list, Bella started to shift. Barely half a second after I had taken it from her, I lowered the piece of paper in my hand and gave her a warm smile.

"See? I think I got my point through with out having to actually say anything to you about it."

She blushed as my smile widened and her scent filled my nostrils. I inhaled the scent slowly as I opened the door to our awaiting chariot.

BPOV:

As I buckled my seatbelt Edward turned to me and said, "I figured since you would be in the driver's seat, I'd get to ask the questions today instead of the other way around."

"Okay," I said as I eased the key into the ignition and gently turned it. The car started with a soft purr and I waited until the engine cooled before turning out of the driveway and onto the empty street. Then, my old self kicked in and I floored it. I saw out of the bottom of my eye as the speedometer went past 50, 70, and 90 miles per hour.

"So, you like this huh?" Edward asked, eyebrows raised. He obviously thought that I would be going at the slow pace that I have to go with my truck.

"It's an indulgence, everybody in my family liked to drive fast."

There was a pause.

"What, no more questions? Ran out?" I asked jokingly.

"I had no idea that you were so eager," he teased.

We were both laughing as I parked the car at school next to a shiny red M5 BMW. As I cut the engine, Edward turned to look at me.

"What's your favorite color?" Edward asked, deadpan.

"White," I answered automatically.

Edward's serious expression broke and he snorted.

"White is not a color."

"Yeah, it kinda is," I said.

"In who's world?" Edward shot back.

"Mine," I jutted my chin out stubbornly. "Next you're going to say that black isn't a color either!"

Edward laughed at that.

"What's in your cd player right now?" Edward's serious expression returned.

"30 Seconds to Mars' 'A Beautiful Lie' cd is in my potable cd player, but Linkin Park's 'Minutes to Midnight' is in my boom box. Then again," I thought of my other electronic devices. "Debussy's "Clare de Lune" is the last song I listened to on my iPod shuffle and 'The Dark Knight' movie score was the last thing on my iPod nano."

"Debussy?" Edward seemed stuck on that one artist.

"Yeah, it's a personal favorite of mine."

"That just so happens to my favorite as well," Edward smiled and reached down to open the glove compartment.

When he finally found what he was looking for, he pulled it out and held it out for me to see.

"Seriously?" I took the cd and examined the familiar cover. "So you like Linkin Park too."

"From Debussy to this," Edward gently tugged the cd case out of my hands and placed it back into the compartment.

We both climbed out of the car then. Edward came around to my side and walked very close as we headed to where I had asked Angela to meet me the previous night.

"Good morning Bella; good morning Edward," Angela greeted us both as we came close with a warm smile.

"Hey Ang. Where's Jess?"

Angela grimaced. "She got sick from something se ordered last night, but she said that she would be back at school tomorrow. Here are your keys, by the way."

Angela reluctantly handed my keys and I put them in my pocket.

"Thanks. I'll see you at lunch," I said and took a step to leave.

"Okay," Then she smiled. "I love your look too."

I smiled back as we went our separate ways.

"So," Edward asked as soon as we had walked out of earshot. "What was your favorite sport?"

I thought for a moment.

"I'd have to say cheerleading. I mean, not so much the jumping around cheering on guys chasing after a spherical ball in tight pants, but the determination and time they put in. I mean, I know the stereotypical cheerleader is supposed to be a dumb blond and a slut, but the girls I cheered with were nothing like that. And the way that they keep going, no matter how many times someone falls on someone else's head or popping a knee, it seemed to me that that's what makes a cheerleader a cheerleader.

"And," I added to make the mood light. "The only problem I had with cheer was the short skirts we had to wear."

Edward chuckled, and then growled unexpectedly.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Edward, what is it?"

"These boys' thoughts are so…" Edward trailed off as he glared at a passing freshman who had been gawking at me.

"Oh," I forgot about the affect this look might have had on the guys. "Well, if you need me to, I've got some duck tape and, in case you didn't notice, there's a flagpole outside."

"No, we can't," Edward sighed, but then grinned wickedly. "At least not today; it's snowing."

We had a good laugh and drew some stares as we finally got to my classroom.

"I'll be here when this is over," Edward told me as I reached for the doorknob.

"Alright," I smiled as I caught a double meaning in his words.

"Oh," Edward called over his shoulder as he walked away. "And get ready to be pummeled."

I rolled my eyes and went inside.

All day Edward has been asking me question after question, wanting to know (for some reason I can't even fathom) every aspect of my old and new life. We'd meet outside of whatever class I had and then on the way to my next, Edward would attack me with questions like a security guard attacks donuts. There were all sorts of questions, embarrassing ones to weird ones. Then lunch came and I knew that something was going to happen…

During lunch, Edward and I sat at I table away from his family in another secluded corner in the caf. Well, it wasn't really secluded because people kept staring at us. That and the fact that I can feel someone burning holes in the back of my head.

"I won't be in school tomorrow," Edward told me when he finally gave me a break and allowed me to eat some of the food he got for "us".

"Skipping again?" I asked around a bite of pizza.

"Yeah, I have to take extra precautions for this weekend."

"What's happening this weekend, if you don't mind my asking," I set down the thing this place called a pizza and took a sip of coke to wash down the cardboard.

"Well," Edward took a deep breath. He seemed to be a little nervous. "Remember how you told me you didn't know what we look like in the sun and I said-,"

I interrupted; I know where this is going.

"You said that you would show me sometime. Boy do I ever!" I smiled a big smile. "Are you going to show me this weekend?"

"If you don't mind being alone with me, then yes, I would like it very much if you came with me," Edward grinned crookedly at my enthusiasm.

"Nope," I said popping the 'p'. "I don't mind!"

"So I'll pick you up in the morning and I already have a place where we could go," Edward said.

"Not early, right?" I screwed up my face at the thought of getting up early on a Saturday. "Because I have earlyriseaphobia."

Edward raised his eyebrows. "What's earlyriseaphobia?"

"That's a phobia of getting up early," I explained, then bit my lip. I had let that slip. That was something that Jordan had made up when I thought we were best friends.

"Any others I should know about?" Edward asked me jokingly.

"Yeah," I nodded with mock-seriousness. "I also have drinkshareaphobia and foodshareaphobia; the fear of sharing food and drinks with people." (My best friend really did make that up. Then she wanted to know if I would share a drink with my husband because we'd have "already swapped a gallon of spit". Ha-ha. No.)

"Funny. So is 10:30 okay?" Edward asked and I nodded.

"So is that why you won't be in school tomorrow? Because you're going hunting?" I asked casually.

"Yeah, Alice agreed to go with me," Edward said.

"Why Alice?"

"She's the most…" Edward searched for the right word. "Supportive."

I know what that means. The rest of his family probably doesn't want him hanging around me and they're most likely wishing that Edward had let me get crushed by the van. Anything to avoid maximum exposure.

"Not everyone thinks like that," Edward said as he saw the revelation in my eyes and the sadness that came along with it.

"Sure," I laughed bitterly. "Tell me anything."

"Everything will be fine, I promise." Then he surprised me by reaching across the table and giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

"So," Edward said after a moment of comfortable silence. "What kind of video games do you like?"

When I drove us home that afternoon, I didn't get out of the car immediately. I stayed inside and used a piece of paper and my hands to describe things my voice couldn't. Like how my room was so cluttered I didn't even remember the color of my carpet ("I think the fire actually saved me from doing that chore myself." I laughed), or how, when we were all little and we went to the beach in Florida, Alex had to go to the bathroom and so he wadded out into the ocean ("It was so terrible for whoever accidentally took in a mouthful. We took pictures," I added with a sly smile.), or my most embarrassing moment as a child. ("When I went to this private school, all the girls had to wear shorts under their jumpers, but I didn't realize I had forgotten mine on gym day, so I ran outside in a white polo and underwear. Luckily the teacher caught me first." Edward let out a big loud laugh at that.) (All true people! Even the one about the underwear; and yes it was me…) But the thing I loved telling him the most was hoe, in winter, the snow always has a pureness about it and how I used to love just breathing in the air after it snowed. ("Of course, when we got older, we took to playing manhunt at night at the golf course across the street than making snow angles.")

And so that's how it was, until twilight at least and Edward warned me that Charlie was almost home. And Even thought i won't see him tomorrow, there's an unspoken promise that things will be like this for a while. Edward and me spending time together, I mean.

That night, when Charlie saw me, he almost ahd a heart attack, but then walked over to me and said, "Welcome back Bells."