DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight,Stephenie Meyer does
January, Day 18, Saturday
Three quick raps on the door awoke me from my book-indulged, mind-less state of being. I quickly get out of bed, mark my page, and dash for the door. "Coming!" I yell, knowing Charlie won't get it and I don't want Angela to leave. I run to the door and swiftly pull it open to reveal Angela, smiling sheepishly at me. I smile impishly back, sure that my hair and clothes are disheveled. I motion for her to come in and shut the door behind her. Charlie then decides to grace us with his presence. "Hello, Angela" he says, smiling friendly at her. "Hello Chief Swan..." she greets him, her head tilting down slightly out of shyness. He laughs loudly and says "Please! Call me Charlie." He laughs again and goes back to his game. I roll my eyes and chuckle lowly. "Well," I say to break the silence, "Let's go upstairs. I really need to talk to someone." She nods with a curious glint shining in her dark eyes.
I shut my door and sit on the bed. She comes and sits down across me; I know she's dying to know what I have to tell her, but she's too polite to ask. I take a deep breath and begin; "Okay, so, you know Mike asked me out and all." I state rather than ask. She nods. I then proceed to tell her everything that happened on said date; before with the flowers, when we got to the beach, what we'd talked about, me laying on his chest with his arm around me holding me close, and especially in front of my house when we kissed. "So what's the problem?" It sounds like you had a really good time with him." She sounds confused, I don't blame her. I groan and fall back onto my pillows. "But I don't like Mike the way he thinks that I do! I feel terrible for leading him on the way I did!" I exclaim, my voice rising in pitch as I spoke. "Well, did you feel the same during the date?" she asks me inquiringly. "Well, yeah…" I say, trailing off. "Then you weren't leading him on then. Not if you felt that way at the time." She says to me soothingly, patting my arm and smiling sympathetically. I sigh again. "Sadly, that's only the beginning." I give her a sad smile, one that she returns.
"Okay, what else is eating at you?" she asks me. "Well," I start, kind of embarrassed to continue. "Yes?" she presses. "Well, it's also about… Edward." I finish lamely. Knowing slowly downs on her face and she reaches over to hug me. I gratefully return her show of kindness. "What about him?" she asks me sweetly. "I don't know, I just feel like I'm… Betraying him? I don't know. But he told me to get over him, to be happy. But I can't be happy without him, so either way I'm screwed." I say with a dry laugh. It's silent as she thinks of something to say. After a few minutes she looks up at me and says "I don't know what to say to that" With an incredulous expression. I laugh and reply "I don't know how to deal with that." Angela gives me a sad smile and says "Just follow your heart, Bella. If you think that because you feel like you're betraying him by being with someone else, don't be with anyone else." A long silence passes before I can speak. "Is this reverse psychiatry or something?" She laughs lightly and replies "No, it just means do what you think is right silly." "Oh." I reply, feeling utterly stupid.
"So how should I go about telling Mike that I don't feel the same anymore?" I ask her. "Well, if he brings it up, just tell him "Mike, I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same anymore."" "You make it sound so easy." I laugh. I sigh minutes later and thank her for all her help. She brushes off my thanks and says, "It was my pleasure to help you, Bella." Just as I open my mouth to reply to her, a knock on the door stops me short. I ask her to hold on while I run to answer it.
I jog down the stairs and to the door. I open it and my breath catches in my throat. The last thing I see is a face before darkness overtakes me.