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Question: Did the last chapter's scene remind anyone of anything? I based it off a certain t.v. show- really popular one actually. Can anyone place it- even remotely?

Note: I have no idea why people don't read this (but I know I'm boring, lol) but sometimes it has important stuff in it. I got a few reviews last chapter asking me if this was the last part of the story, and to let you guys know it's NOT the last part. The last part's about 5 chapters away probably- haven't really planned anything out for it yet though.

Disclaimer: Again with the you can't be serious…

Bella's View-

The romance that had begun with Edward had ended quite fast actually.

After a few moments of it- a few moments of a rekindled type of romance we had easily broken apart…

He had insisted on taking me home then, and I had agreed to go with him. Back to where the rest of the Cullens were, insisting the location a surprise I would find out later.

Two years though, and I saw- he still hadn't changed. My Edward was still the same as he had been back then, the same caring and considerate person he had been I could see, the same amount of lovely he'd been back then as well…the same loving or so supposedly person I could see. And it scared me…why hadn't he changed?

He still said to me that he loved me. That he had never stopped, and the reason that he had left was because this thing with Jasper- what had happened- next time it could be him that did it. And now, according to him- that wasn't a problem anymore since I was just like him now, at least- that's what he believed.

If he hadn't changed I knew, then he would probably still leave me again. Who knew for what reason this time, but the chances I knew all counted against me…there hadn't been much of a problem then for me it seemed, and I didn't see how now was different, but his views were so much different than mine. He hadn't changed from back then- he could, would still leave me. It wasn't safe I knew. No matter how much he begged to differ, he'd come back the same- unaffected from the past two years as far as I could see.

It was the reason things were so different for us now, so…akward.

Painfully akward.

"So how's India been?" he asked me then, trying to break the hour silence we had endured so far.

"Fine," I answered, hesitant. The most contact we were having was touching hands since then, and after that- none. And yet that was still a bit weird to me, personally- him as well though, I knew.

After a few more minutes, he asked "How long have you been there?"

"A while," I answered at last, taking my time. This is how it was…he didn't say much, I didn't say much. Two years and one would have thought a fire flamed rekindle, I laughed- but they didn't have the problem of one wanting to kill the other.

"Oh."

He was silent after that, and I watched the road as it passed. We were passing through Finland- the least corrupt country in the world I remembered, also the country in which I had almost killed a man, India- the country with the most murders- I actually had followed through with that.

I didn't ask questions though, it might have led to more akward conversation which I wasn't really looking forward to.

"You know," he whispered then, interrupting my thoughts- and then suddenly stopped, as if waiting to be told to go on.

"Yes?" I asked, curious to what he wanted to say. Perhaps it was a joke, I pondered- to try to lighten the mood. We both had tried quite a few so far, and yet it hadn't worked. Maybe he'd found one that could…

"Nevermind," he replied hastily, shaking his head.

"No," I urged, "Go on." These past few days I had somehow held myself, one way or another, but I wasn't sure if I could now- not at this point with him, alone. Just the two of us for the first time in so long…those memories from before though had been wiped.

"No," he shook his head again, frustrated. I noticed how his hand froze in mine, he seemed to remember that I wasn't the type to give up.

"Tell me," I ordered. "You always used to…"

"I wanted to kill you Bella," he whimpered. "When I found out that you were still alive, only a few days ago, I came and I wanted to kill you. I-"

But I wasn't listening anymore. My body froze, taking my hand out of his and laying it around my torso surreptiously (like she used to in 'New Moon'). I could feel my body begin to break apart again, like it had so many years ago- two now though, I knew. The only way I had kept myself whole was to maintain this hate for him, and now even that was gone. But now…the inklet I had left of it had just disappeared. He hadn't know I was gone. That I was still alive, waiting for him.

"Just leave Edward," I whispered, suddenly. "Please."

"What?" he asked, suddenly confused, an array of emotion playing across his face quickly, he had just realized what I had said.

"Stop the car," I ordered. "I want to leave." My voice was smooth and firm this time I knew, he would listen…he should have listened.

"NO Bella," he roared. "I'm not letting you get away from me again. Not this time."

"I don't deserve you," I whimpered, my eyes getting blurry. He should have let me leave…if he loved me, he should have.

"To hell you don't- but it's as I told you, this time, I'm gonna ma-"

"Shut up!" I roared. "I wanted you dead then, and I still do now," I shouted, the lies slipping out of my lips in a hurry. He deserved someone better…someone besides me. Someone who could love him like he deserved to be loved. Not me. "I don't want to kill you, but I absolutely dread being with you," I screeched. "I hate it, I hate you!"

Not a killer, a murderer. He needed someone else, I knew. Not me. Not me. Anyone but me.

The emotion around this was getting to my now, everything I had stored up was leaving now. I screamed and started to kick myself- I didn't want to do the same to this car like I had the last…

I began to hit myself, pounding my head on my lap, the crying coming from my lips not even being audible.

He didn't stop me though, and instead he spoke. His voice gentle, soft, and smooth…I almost stopped when I heard the tone behind them. Pain.

"It's my choice," he whispered, taking one of my hands from me. My lie had worked apparently…I noticed he had stopped the car. "Not yours this time. I left you once Bella, and I'm not going to do it again."

"Why not?" I asked, not even sure if my words were able to make any sense. "I hate you," I tried again.

"That's your problem," he snorted. "Not mine. I'm in love," he pointed out, grinning crookedly…the one I had loved so much. Stop it, I ordered myself. Don't get attached. He'll leave you…you'll leave him. You hate him, I tried, trying to convince myself. You hate him, I tried again. Hate! Hate! Hate! You hate him!

That wasn't working either.

"You can't be serious," I chortled, apparently those attempts were useless. My own attempts were useless. "I tried to kill you. Normal people don't love their almost-killers."

"We aren't normal," he reminded me, squeezing my hand within his own. Why wasn't he listening to anything I was saying? I said I hated him, and I did. Why wasn't he leaving?

"We aren't special either,' I whispered, finally wandering away from my own thoughts.

"We're past them," he blew his breath in my face.

"Please leave," I cried, trying again despite myself. "I don't love you! This is pointless!"

He just laughed. "I'm gonna make it hard for you Bella. I don't care what you say. I'm going to…"

I looked out the window at that point- desperate to get away from what he was saying, me not crying anymore, and in front of me saw a sign of Italy. Using my vision, I periphelled my vision to look even farther away, confused. United States.

He noticed my gaze of direction and laughed. He knew what I was thinking of…I had thought we were in Finland, for I hadn't paid attention to any of the other signs for the past two or three hours.

"Bella I love you," he reminded me. "I'm never going to stop. No matter what you say."

"I love you too," I gave up, the words coming out my mouth barely a whisper.

"First time you've said so," his hand froze. "Since then…"

I looked at him then, turning my head- not knowing what he was talking about. I had always loved him. But then, his beauty- his beautiful bronze hair, his butterscotch eyes even beating melted gold, his face just as smooth as before- with more color in it though, I noticed, then what I last remembered. I immediately understood what he was saying then, suddenly- the time I had played that joke on him. The joke that had cost me everything.

"Where are we?" I wondered, desperate to change the subject. We were finally communicating I knew, I just didn't want it to be about this. The akwardness suddenly seemed a lot more appealing than what we were saying now…

"I can't tell you," he chuckled, the sound though- I noticed- breathless. "We're almost there."

"We aren't going to your house are we?" I guessed. The signs were written in at least 12- 13 different languages. Save for two- I didn't recognize any.

"Nope," he said. I noticed the car was still not moving.

"What are we doing then?" I asked, confused.

"This," he sighed, and then leaned forward to kiss me, gently and yet roughly at the same time.

I broke apart first. "This?" I questioned. He just shrugged though, and leaned in again, it lasting for only a moment. He was driving again, his hand still enclosed around mine.

"You don't think I'm a perv, do you?" he laughed. "That we could have done anywhere. No, we're going somewhere else."

"Where?" I asked, the curiousity this time I knew actually would kill me.

"Close your eyes," he whispered. I silently obeyed, resisting the urge to peak.

"This is ridiculous," I snapped. "Where are we?"

I knew I wasn't in the car anymore, he was leading me somewhere, carrying me somewhere.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

"Wha-" I began.

But apparently, I noticed, Edward had found a better place for what we were doing before as he leaned forward and kissed me again. "I love you," he whispered.

And I realized I was living every girl's dream. To be told that she was loved. To be kissed in the moonlit sky, brightened by fireworks. To be held by a prince Charming, to be held by the Prince Charming. To be in a fairytale.

He set me down then, but proceeded to kiss me more. "Where are we?" I laughed, my voice breathless. I couldn't see anything…

"Disneyworld," he answered, irritated, and tried to lean in once more.

"Disneyworld?" I asked, still confused.

"Japan." Yipee.

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