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January, Day 18, Sunday

I lie awake in bed thinking about Saturday. What did all this mean? That now, suddenly, I'm over Edward? Impossible; my head automatically rejected that possibility. Did this mean that I now liked Mike? That also seemed impossible. A sigh escaped through my lips; I was so confused. I needed to talk to someone. Charlie and Renee were out of the question. That was one conversation I could afford to skip. "Angela?" I questioned myself. I'd call her later to see if she could come over or vice versa. Now, as to what I was going to say I had no idea.

I roll over to glance at the clock, wondering what time it was. 8:45 blinks back at me. Wow, this is the latest I've slept since the nightmares started. Speaking of which, I don't remember having last night… Could my happiness then have had anything to do with it? So many things to think over, so little time. I wanted to set Mike straight Monday. Unfortunately, I don't think that a day would be a sufficient enough amount of time to ease my mind, or my confusion. I reluctantly get up out of bed and head towards the shower.

The steaming hot water runs over my body, soothing my muscles and calming me and allowing me to think clearly. Okay, first off, Mike. I really do like Mike, but I know it's not enough. For me or for him. If I agreed to be with him, I would only hurt him in the end. Mike doesn't deserve that. Now, Edward. He said that he wanted me to be happy, to get over him. Did he mean that? Yes. Of course he did, I believed that much. But is there some small chance that he still loves me? Tears spring into my eyes. Leaving me because he loved me. How ironic. "Come on, Bella, hold it together." I mutter to myself. I wipe the tears that spilled over onto my face away and continue thinking. But what if I can't get over him and be happy at the same time? What then? Be miserable and alone until the day I die? That's not the life he wanted for me. I sigh again and turn off the now chilled water.

"Morning, Dad." I call down the stairs as I carefully walk down them. "Morning, Bells." His slightly shocked but pleasantly surprised voice calls back to me from his seat in the living room. I walk into the kitchen and make a bowl of cereal. I eat slowly, making shapes and patterns with the little cinnamon covered squares before eating them. I finish them all, put my bowl in the sink and run some water in it. "Hey Dad?" I say. "Yeah?" he replies, a hint of distraction in his tone. "Would it be okay if Angela came over here or if I went over there?" I ask him while walking in the room. "Of course, Bella. But if you go over there, just be sure to be home by 10. School, remember?" he said, laughing lightly. I groan internally; ugh, school, Mike.

I walk over to the phone and dial Angela's number. It rings three times before it's picked up by Mrs. Weber. "Hello Mrs. Weber." I greet her. "May I please speak to Angela?" I ask her. "Sure, Bella." I hear a surprised note in her voice, I don't blame her. "Angela, honey? Phone for you, it's Bella, dear!" she calls up to her. "She'll be here in a minute, hon." She says to me. "Alright, thank you." I say back, smiling even though she can't see.

"Hello Bella." Angela's small voice says on the other end. "Hey Angela. I was wondering, do you think you could come over here today?" I ask her, biting my lip, nervous for some odd reason. "Yeah, hold on and let me ask." She answers me brightly. Angela's always been so sweet to me. Minutes later she's back on; "Yeah, my mom and dad said I could." I can tell that she's smiling. "Ah, great. Um, just come over around ten I guess." I say, smiling to myself. "Okay, see you then, Bella, bye!" "Bye Ang." I say before hanging up.

"What time will she be over here?" Charlie asks me, getting another cup of coffee. "I just told her to come over around ten." I tell him. He nods, smiles at me, and walks out. I go up to my room, grab Wuthering Heights and settle down for a good long read.

Author's note:
The days and dates and correct according to the book.
Another author's note:
As you may have noticed, I changed the plot line, AGAIN!
Some of you are probably like "Gah, again!?" Yes, again.
And I've finally settled on ONE plot. Go. Me.

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