It's SUMMER VACATION! So I'll be updating more. Hopefully. Actually, there are two hours left of school, so I'm not out yet... Whatever.

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Yeesh... I don't even own my disclaimer. O well.

ONWARDS!

Bella

It's been a week since me and Edward kissed. We actually kissed. Not a family kind of peck on the cheek, not a friendly little smooch. This was a full on-the-lips kiss. And neither of us shied away.

I can't say I didn't like it. That would be a lie. But I don't know if he liked it. He didn't slap me, didn't yell at me, and certainly didn't push me away.

But then again, he might have been delirious from pain. He looked terrible.

The bear smashed his shoulder, so that's pretty much demolished. It ripped most the skin from his body, and he's missing part of his stomach. The doctor said he should be better in a month or two, but it doesn't look like it.

And yet... I'd like to think that maybe, just maybe, he really meant to kiss me.

I know that a lot of royal families marry each other, brother a sister. But my family, my town, pretty much my whole country is against it. And if this wasn't happening to me, if I didn't feel this passion, then I would say that whoever it is that is in love with their brother was crazy.

But it's me. I'm the crazy girl that loves her brother, the nut job who has the smallest hope that he loves me too.

I must have some serious issues.

I push all thoughts of Edward to the back of my mind. Which is pretty hard to do, if he's all you want to think about.

I walk into Edward's room. He's still asleep. I stare at him.

My mind is in a whirl. He's my brother... My TWIN brother... Yet I can't stop this feeling that I get every time I see him... Smell him... Think of him...

I try to describe how I feel. Maybe, it's just that we're really close. Maybe, I'm not in love with him. Maybe, I just don't know what I'm feeling.

I decide to write it down. I've always been pretty good with poetry.

Let's see...

When I see you, my heart feels like it's going to explode.

When I think of you, my mind is in a whirl.

When you're away, my feet want to run to you.

When you're gone, my heart wants to cry from the lack of you.

When I touch you, it's like electricity, a current running through me.

When I kiss you, I feel as though I could die and be happy.

When I miss you, I know that I will never be whole until you are with me again.

And when we're together, I know I will never be happier.

My Edward, oh my Edward. I shall always and forever be yours, if you want it.

I look at what I've written.

Crap.

I am in love with my brother. Like, pure, only-in-a-fantasy-world love.

I sigh. How did this happen? When did I start loving him?

I think back. Hm...

*flashback to thirteen*

I see Edward training with his sword. He's getting good, but not as good as he's supposed to be.

He stumbles, and I stifle a laugh. Even when he doesn't know it, he always makes me laugh.

It's one of the many things I love about him.

*flashback to nine*

I'm crying on Edward's shoulder. It's our birthday. The day Father announced he was marrying that awful woman...

"Sh-she's just s-so... Evil! An-and she's going to b-be our mother! How c-could Father p-pick such a horrible woman!" How could he pick such a terrible wife? Seven years have passed, and I still don't know.

I'm sobbing. His outfit is soaked with my tears.

He tries shushing me. It's okay... I know she's awful.. But maybe she'll get better." As if.

"You th-think so-o?"

"Possibly."

Another thing I love about him. He's always there for me, no matter what.

*flashback to six*

Me, Alice, and Edward are outside. Alice is screaming at the sky. I'm softly crying, laying sprawled on my stomach in the grass. Edward is sitting, looking dumb-founded.

It's the day everything went wrong. The day I learned what true despair was. The worst day of my life.

The day my Mother died.

Edward, he's not crying like the rest of us. He's just... Out of it.

He shakes his head. "Well... On the bright side... She won't nag at us anymore." He gives a half hearted laugh.

I smile a wobbly smile, and Alice looks at him as if to say "Are you serious?"

Yet another thing I love about him. He knows how to make me smile, even when all I want to do is cry.

*flashback to four*

We're rolling down the hill outside the castle. Me, Alice, and Edward, all laughing.

We end up farther down than we planned, but we've never been this far from the castle and we're curious.

We walk for a little. Alice is starting to complain. Edward is in the front, not slowing down. "Come on, Alice," he says. "I wanna see where we're goin'!"

We come to a creek. There's an old, long rope hanging from a tree above the water. It looks like it's been around since the castle was built, which was about eighty years ago.

"Let's try it out!" Edward yells. The rope looks fun, but not too strong.

"Uh..." I start. But Edward is already running at the rope. He jumps, grabs the rope, and-

"AHH!" He yells. I start running, willing to try and save him even though I'm so small, but I realize that he's yelling in delight.

From then until we were too big to do it, we played in that creek with that rope.

More that I love about Edward. He's not afraid to try anything.

*back to present time*

I can't remember much after that. All I know is that it seems as though I loved him my whole life.

I'm sitting at my desk, quill still in hand, hovering over the paper. I set the quill down and stare at the paper.

I don't know what to do with it. Throw it away? Burn it? Keep it in a locked box?

I sigh. I'll just-

My thoughts are interrupted by some one knocking loudly on my door.

"What?" I call out.

"Your Highness. Prince Edward is in critical condition. May I-" He never finishes his sentence. I throw open the door and run to Edward's room.

The poem, completely forgotten.

Baroness Maddelane (3rd person)

Edward is getting worse. He deserves it, the little twerp. All the Baroness had wanted was the wealth. The power. And the poor sucker Carlisle had fallen right into her trap.

She was prowling the halls. They were almost deserted. The servants were all helping the doctor, the family was with Edward, blah blah blah...

She came upon Isabella's room, door still ajar. She looks around, then darts inside.

There's still a candle on her desk. And a quill. Her bed is still messy. The curtains are drawn.

She's about to leave, but then she spots a paper laying on the floor. Of course she picks it up.

Maddelane has a little trouble reading, so it takes her a minute to finish the poem. But then she smiles. And evil smile.

And an idea, a wicked, vile plan, forms itself into her mind.

And it only makes her smile more.

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