A/N: Due to popular demand – and fear of being murdered in my sleep – I have decided…. DUN DUN DUN…to Update tonight!!!!!!! So on with the story, written by yours truly.

This chapter is dedicated to, queue the drum roll please, my first EVER reviewer: TWILIGHTER! Since my clue was guessed correctly, this chapter belongs to you!!!!

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Chapter Four:

The Bombshell Ultimatum

EPOV:

Evil? How could this angel, cursed to doom, call me evil?

"Edward?" Bella's wonderful angelic voice brought me back to the present.

"Yes my an-Bella?" I coughed quickly to cover my slip; lucky for me it went by unnoticed.

"Thanks!" By this time, we were outside Charlie's house. I went over and opened Alice and Bella's doors consecutively. To my surprise, she got up on her tippy-toes and gave me a peck on my ice-cold cheek.

"Uhh… You're welcome?" I stuttered. I never stutter! What the hell?

BPOV:

O. My. GOD. I can't believe I just did that! What's gotten into me? I, Isabella Marie Cul-Swan just kissed, like, a total stranger! On the cheek, but still…

I ran for the door and opened it. Charlie was waiting – more like pacing – in the hall, but stopped when he saw me.

CPOV: (Charlie)

My Bella, my daughter Bella, was late. Technically only ten minutes late, but late nonetheless. She ran t me, and I hugged her tight.

"Bella, there's something we need to talk about, but maybe not in front of them…" I started, but she cut me off.

"Dad, I already know, and so do they. But anyway, this is Alice, my agent, and her brother, Edward.

I smiled big. I knew this because I could feel it. My Bella is a lucky girl! I just know he's perfect for her, being mythical and all. "Nice to meet you, Edward, Alice." Please help my girl; I don't want her to die.

EPOV:

There are times when I really loathe my ability to read minds. Now, would fall under that category. After Bella introduced us to Charlie, I heard his thoughts.

My Bella is a lucky girl! I just know he's perfect for her, being mythical and all. Please help my girl; I don't want her to die.

It would be just like a father to assume that just because I came here with her, I'm dating her. Actually, the only reason why I'm resisting the urge to make out with her right now is because her dad's here, and they both smell weird. Not a bad weird, but Bella smelled different last night…fruity somehow. It was no use; I'd have to ask Alice. Charlie smells weird because he was hanging around Billy Black, whose son is a werewolf.

"Officer Swan? Would you object if I took Bella out on a date tomorrow? It' her first day, and I think she'd enjoy the sights." I pleasantly asked Charlie, addressing him formally to gain brownie points.

"Edward, of course you can. I assume she's living at your house anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem. Before I forget, Bella. Your old truck is in the back, I figured you'd need it." He said, making my day – scratch that – existence. I immediately searched his mind for a picture of her truck. Five seconds later I got it. It was an old Chevy, made in '84 I think. Hmm…I always liked the VW Jetta; maybe she'd appreciate a trade…

Four words Edward. Not. Going. To. Happen. As soon as Rose sees that car, she's going to rip apart and 'fix' it! Alice said in her mind to me. I just shrugged, and she closed her mind off again.

"Cool Dad. Thanks!" She said to him, smiling widely. She pranced around him and grabbed her key so she could go in search of her truck.

I followed right behind her.

BPOV:

My truck was junk. That was the best way I saw fit to describe it. It was old, rusty, and more horribly, ugly! But I just took the news in stride and went to get it. SO I COULD WRECK IT!

I had just found it when Edward came up behind me; I neglected to notice him sneak away after me. "Hello Edward. You want to drive this sorry excuse of a car to your house for me? I don't know where it is, and I want company during my hour-long journey.

"Huh?" Guys are dumb. Note-to-self: use smaller words and / in phrases

"My car is super slow. Do you want to drive it back with me?" I asked, speaking slightly slower.

"Sure." He hopped in the driver's side, and I followed his suit and jumped into the passenger seat. He drove us the max speed limit allotted by my car, and actually controlled it well. Who'd have thunk it?

We no sooner pulled into the drive, flanked by Alice, when Rosalie busted through the front door and yelled, "Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! Take that truck and drive it into my garage. NOW!!!" It was pretty funny really. It's not everyday you see a chick as pretty as Rose want to fix up a junky truck.

"Thank. You. Rosalie. I told her in single syllables. She just nodded and ran after the truck. Then she started ripping it apart (A/N: using the proper tools, it just looked fast cause she was a blur) and putting it somewhat back together.

"Emmett! I need your help with something! Bring your brain!" he yelled, even though I'd bet he'd hear her is she whispered it.

He appeared by her side in under a minute, eager taking in the scene out folding all around him. Letting out a whoop for good measure, he pulled the garage door down, and I heard something being thrown out the window, my engine, followed closely by my tires and rims.

"Bella, this could take a while. Why don't you just go shopping with Alice? You have a lot of time to kill, and you need clothes!" Edward suggested. Alice promptly pulled me into her car – before I could say yes I might add – and started speeding away for the mall.

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A/N: So what will happen with Alice and Bella shopping? And what was it with those slips (if you were intelligent enough to catch them)? If you're the first to catch them and review me about it, the next chapter, and a character in it, is YOURS!!!!! So review review review!

Peace!

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