Hey peeps! Thanks for the reviews I got for the last chapter. I was so excited when I read them! (And SparklingTopazEyes, I can NOT believe that you forgot about it! I'm shocked!)

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Disclaimer: I'm not flippin Stephenie Meyer! You don't have to be a jerky-jerk-butt and keep asking! Gosh!

Okay, it's officially Saturday morning. Well, it's like, two am, but still. I'm so anxious I can barely speak, much less breathe.

I lye down on my purple bedspread and stared up at the ceiling and studied the white paint. Trying to do the breathing exercises I had taught myself, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. No such luck. Edward had said that he was going to take me to a remote place and show me what he looked like in the sun.

I knew that this would be it; today was the day and there would be no turning back. Today would make or break us, depending totally on Edward's instincts. I had mad up my mind a long time and it was obvious that Edward had too, but could he hold out? Would he push through? We couldn't continue to balance on the edge of this knife (a butter knife if you will). It's one way or the other.

I sat up and, running my hand through my hair, sighed. I would be no use trying to sleep right now. I slid out of bed and walked across the room to my closed door. As I pulled my red silk robe off the hanger and slid it on as I open my door.

I quietly crept down the creaky stairs and went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of milk. When I turned on the kitchen light though, someone was in the chair across from the one I usually sit in. Someone who was waiting for me.

"M-Mom?" I asked disbelieving.

My mom turned around and, though she was a bit pale, smiled like a day hadn't gone by since we last saw each other.

"Come Bella," she smiled wider at my new nickname. "We have a lot to talk about."

"So you really love this boy?" Mom asked me across the table.

"Yeah," I admitted, my heart skipping a beat just thinking about him. "I do."

"Well then," she reached across the table to squeeze my hand. Her hand was cold. "I guess you don't need me to tell you that he feels the same. What a lucky he is to have you."

"Yeah," I whispered as I looked down at the half of milk in my glass. The only thing was, I wasn't thinking that. I was thing just the opposite. What a lucky girl I was for him to have chosen me, not the other way around.

"Bell, sweetie," mom started by calling me by her old nickname for me and my eyes started to prickle. "I know that you're nervous about what will happen and I also know you're scared that he'll leave you, but THAT. WON'T. HAPPEN. Besides," she smiled a smile so sly, it was like looking into a mirror. "If he breaks your heart, Esme and I will never forgive him."

"Esme?" I asked, confused. "How do you know about Edward's mom?"

"All in good time," mom said mischievously. "But when you meet her, just remember this one thing: our beach."

"Okaaay," Yeah, I was most definitely getting the picture. Not.

Honey, I-," she cut off suddenly, like someone was calling her name She sat up straight and leaned forward anxiously. "Listen, Isabella, before I go, you have to know about Anthony."

I frowned. Last I had heard, he had perished in the fire scattered throughout the house, and was reduced to ashes.

When I said this, mom got even more anxious. "That's what I need to talk to you about. I can't tell you a whole lot, but just know that…"

As she was talking, I started to get drowsy. My eyelids where hard to keep open, no matter how much I wanted to. The last thing I remember was hearing my mom shouting at me to stay awake. Then I succumbed to the darkness.

"I don't have your peanut Jack," I told Captain Jack Sparrow as he held out his dirty hand for his peanut.

"Sure you do love," he said and walked forward. "It's right here."

As he walked forward, Jack Sparrow slowly transformed. His dark dreads became shorter and bronzer and he started to look cleaner. His dark gaze held mine as they went from brown, to green, to gold.

Edward smiled as he leaned down to brush his nose across my cheek and close to my mouth.

"I know you have it love," he said, grinning wickedly.

"No, I-," I started to say I didn't, but then he kissed me.

And boy was I caught up in it too. I closed my eyes and, putting my arms around his neck, opened my mouth for him to enter. And he abruptly pulled away.

"See love? I told you you had it," he smiled and, between his teeth, sat a peanut.

SUGAR CUBES AND HOLY DONUTS!

I bolted up right in bed.

Nine-thirty. Great, just great.

I flopped back down on my bed as I ran through the previous night…and froze. I once again sat up fast as I remembered the dream, not with Edward, but with my mom.

I slid off of my bed and walked over to my closed door; the robe was hanging on the hanger, just like it was before I went to bed. I put it on and, after checking Charlie's room only to find him gone, I went downstairs to get some cereal.

Okay, what the crackerjack is going on!

Sitting at the kitchen table, at my seat, was a glass half full of milk.

"I'm coming!" I shouted as I rooted through my closet.

"Come on, come on," I said as I dug through my stuff. "Where the crap is it?!"

I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a black spaghetti strap tank and my regular black Converse high-tops, but I needed to find the white button-down shirt that went with it!

"Aha!" I said in triumph as I spotted and pulled it out from underneath an old dress. "There you are you devious shirt you!"

I quickly put it on and grabbed my To Write Love On Her Arms cap. Then I ran doen the stairs taking two at a time.

"Just let yourself in!" I called as I walked to the kitchen.

A second later, I hearf the front door open and close. Quiet footsteps came down the hallwasy and got cloer as he approached.

"Hey," I said, smiling as I reached for a granola bar and a juicebox. "What's shakin bacon?"

Edwrad raised his eyebrows,but only said, "Good morning to you too. Are you ready to go?"

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously not. Is it not clear that I am eating? And besides, I don't like eating in fancy cars. Well, not the car of my dreams anyway."

Edward smirked, but then as I moved around the table, his expression brightened and he laughed.

"What?"

"We're dressed similarly."

I looked down at my outfit, then looked at his. Edward was wearing a crisp white button-down shirt (without the tanktop though) with black jeans and black shoes.

"Hmm," I walked up to him and circled him with a critical eye. "A nice combination of black and white. Sort of a regal look yet laid-back at the same time. And the fancy yet scuffed shoes add to the look. All together, a nice outfit. But," I stopped infront of his face with mock-seriousness. "This look still looks better on me."

"Well," Edward said as his eyes scanned my outfit as well. "I just can't get over the fact that you can look like a runway model and I look like a runaway."

I rolled my eyes again to hide the fact that I was secretly pleased. After all, it's not everyday that I get complimented by a Greek god.

"You don't believe me? Fine," Edward lifted his hands as if to surrender. "But one day, I'll make you see just how special you are."

Edward smiled sweetly at me and, as my gaze went to his lips, I was immediately reminded of my dream last night, and I blushed.

Yeah.

"So. Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked as I picked up my unfinished granola bar.

"It's a secret," he said slyly.

"Well," I sniffed. "See if I tell you anything else. And just so you know, I hate surprises."

Edward laughed again and I smiled as I walked to throw my trash away.

"Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Sorry this is so short guys! I have to go study for my math test. The next chappie will be the meadow scene and (possibly) the day at the Cullen house.

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