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Dear diary,

Okay, the sky didn't technically explode. Mom hired a firework guy. Yes a guy to make a stunning, awe-inspiring firework display. To celebrate my new friends.

My mom is such a saddo.

But then again, so am I. I mean these are my first friends.

Ever.

But yeah. There were some pretty fantastic fireworks.

When they were over, everyone looked at me. And Edward.

"Ah..." I cleared my throat nervously. "Yes. Well. Erm..."

I looked at Edward for help.

He shrugged, grinning impishly.

"I don't know about you, but for me, that was amazing!"

I rolled my eyes but I couldn't help laughing. Pretty soon we were all laughing hysterically. And I have no idea why.

"Come on ya horny bugger." I smiled at Edward "get back in the Jacuzzi before we catch a cold."

"I'll keep you warm!" he smiled flirtatiously, waggling his eyebrows.

I smiled, clambering back into the warm Jacuzzi.

"Thanks, but I think I'll stick with the water."

After a while, the boys began complaining they were hungry, so I gave them directions to my little kitchen, as it was closest.

"So...let me get this straight." Emmet said slowly "you…have your own kitchen. How friggin' rich are you?"

Jasper sighed wearily "Emmet, she has a ballroom." I winced in embarrassment "how rich d'you think she is?"

"Very." Jasper rolled his eyes and began walking downstairs, followed by Edward and Emmet.

"Oh...my...GOSH!" all three girls squealed at the same time. Creepy.

"What?" I asked, playing dumb.

"You kissed him!" Alice screeched. Um…duh.

"Yeah, I know. Believe it or not, I was there." I said drily.

"And so was your tongue!" giggled Angela.

I searched frantically for a way to get out of the conversation I saw coming.

"Movie?" I asked hopefully.

Pathetic. I chastised myself mentally.

They narrowed their eyes at me, before grabbing me, dragging me upstairs and dumping me very unceremoniously on my bed.

About which can I just say, not nice guest behaviour.

"Okay, spill it!" Alice snapped at me.

"Okay Adolf! Jeesh Al! Nothing's happening!" except, y'know, I just snogged quite possibly the sexiest guy on the planet and if I'm not careful I will accidently fall in love with him, have my heart broken and kill myself!

They looked skeptic. But to be fair, I wouldn't believe me either.

"Bella." Angela sighed "just tell us whether you like him, as in like him like him, so we can sigh or squeal!"

"Okay." I began "I don't know him, and I'm not sure I want to. BUT, if I could change him, I would totally date him!"

They all squealed excitedly.

"Ooooohh Bella!" Rosalie squeaked once the high pitched squealing had died down "You should totally change him. Find out why he is the way he is! And then, make him a totally sweetie. Which, by the way, he totally was in grade school! Then his parents went through something messy, really messy, and he became an ass."

"Oh!" all the air came gushing out of my mouth in one short sigh. "I…I didn't know. Oh no…oh poor Edward. My parents did the sa-" I squeaked. "That wasn't supposed to come out!"

"Bella?" Alice asked, her voice tilting. Her sweet, elfin face was more serious than I had ever seen it.

I sighed.

"It's a long story." I warned them. They shrugged, indicating the fact that they weren't going anywhere.

I groaned. "Okay. When I was young, four or five, I found out I was going to have a little brother. I was excited, and so was mom, but dad went crazy. He was so happy he was going to have a son. He loved me, but he didn't want a little girl. To him, girls belonged in Wendy houses until they became women, and then they belonged in the kitchen.

We moved to a bigger place in New Jersey.

But then… mom and dad had an argument.

It was about me, mom was yelling how dad didn't love me, how he neglected me, how he didn't want me, how that made me feel.

Dad snapped and began punching and kicking mom. I couldn't stand it. I ran out of my room and barged into him, begging him to stop. He didn't.

He began punching me, kicking me, he broke my ankle, several ribs and my wrist bone so it stuck out of my skin." I showed them a faint, white scar, several inches long, and about an inch and a half wide. They gasped.

"He almost broke my neck. But mom stopped him. She hid him over the head with a vase, and he fell unconscious." a tear rolled down my cheek.

"But he knocked into mom on the way, and she fell down the stairs. I fainted.

Next thing I knew, it was three day later. Apparently, the neighbours, who had a spare key, rushed in, took one look at us, and called an ambulance.

I'd been put in a chemically induced coma to help heal better. When I woke, I found out dad had been arrested, and mom…" my voice broke. I cleared my throat, and said it fast to get it over with "mom had had a miscarriage. And she couldn't have any more children.

After that, we moved to California. We were happy there until a year ago. Mom had become and interior decorated, and a renovator. She found old, run-down houses, and made them beautiful.

Then dad got out of prison. He came to our house. He was drunk, and furious. He was determined to get his son. He almost raped mom, but I got to him first.

Despite my clumsiness, mom had insisted on self defence classes since we left New Jersey, and I ran at dad and knocked him unconscious. We called the police. He's…he's been locked up in a mental asylum ever since."

I hadn't realised up until now, but my face was soaked with tears. Rosalie and Angela sat by my sides, hugging me tight, while Alice stoked my hair and wiped my eyes. Then, several pairs of bigger, stronger arms came and joined the hug.

"Bella…I'm so sorry." Emmet murmured, unusually serious. "Nobody deserves to go through that. How you're still sane, I don't know."

I sniffled then coughed.

"Sorry guys. Some slumber party this is turning out to be."

"Hey hey hey." Rosalie said softly. "Shush you, nobody's complaining are they?"

"I coughed once more then looked up determinedly.

"Right! That's quite enough crying, Emmet did you get snacks?" he nodded. "Well then, I am going to wash my face, you open up the food, and I will be right back!"

I stood up, staggered slightly. Edward caught and steadied me and I blushed. I went into the bathroom, washed my face, re-did my makeup and spruced up my hair a bit. I skipped back into the bedroom and bounced on my fluffy marshmallowy bed, shuffling among all the pink cushions until I was comfy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for my first and probably last trick of the evening, I will make a television…appear!"

And with that I pushed a button by my bed, and the huge wall opposite my bed slid away, to reveal a television that was about as long as Emmet and tall as me.

They "ooh"ed and "aah"ed appreciatively. I pressed play and we began watching John Tucker must die. I had put it in that morning, planning to talk about Edward while we watched it.

But this was even better!

As John Tucker strolled across the screen kissing a new girl every so often, I turned to Edward and nodded my head at the screen.

"Remind you of anyone?" I murmured smugly. He rolled his eyes and made a face, but I could see he obviously felt more than a little guilty.

Well good! He needs to learn a lesson. A realisation hit me like a wrecking ball. I'd do it! I'd change Edwards's player ways! Cue a trashy daytime TV show theme tune. Well whatever. I decided this was stage one of my cure Edward mission. Now all I needed was a catsuit and an ability to climb buildings! Whoopee!