A/N: So due to popular demand I have decided to continue. Although even if the demand wasn't there, I still would. Anyway, enough with the sarcasm, on with the story!!

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Chapter Eight:

Items of New

BPOV:

After my thank-you kiss to Edward, I asked him if I could have a minute. He just nodded and walked out of my room.

I absolutely love my room. The theme colors were Blue Sky and light orange, two of my favorites. My couch was light orange, and so comfortable. And my bed was feather soft and had a solid blue-sky comforter set on it. It's a shame I couldn't really use it, but I would definitely enjoy it. Alice and Rose were in charge of my closet space. I know this because it was a huge walk in closet, and it was only about a tenth full. I had this slight premonition I'd be dragged into shopping later – o joy.

I continued exploring like this for a while, until Alice and Rose came out of my closet. "Hello Bella!" They chorused.

"Guys, where did you come from? The doors locked." This would be one of those frequent times where my best friend terrifies me. They both laughed and showed me a door in the closet, and led me through it.

They told me it was a adjacent closet, and then they showed me the doors to explore in. It was a short passageway that led in three directions. On my left was Alice's closet, and on my right was Rosalie's, pretty cool if you ask me.

"Bella, we've been looking for you. Or more accurately, Carlisle has. He's in his study waiting for you." Alice told me, looking too excited. My guess is she saw that conversation in a vision. I just told them thanks and went in search of Carlisle.

COS

I found Carlisle in his study, just as Alice said. I knocked softly on the door, and then let myself in.

"Bella, I'm glad we can finally talk. It seems that with all of the commotion from everyone, we forgot the real reason why you're here. Which brings me to my question. Do you want to be changed?" Carlisle really should be a politician. He just can hold a conversation so well.

"Yes. I love your family, and I wish it to be my own. But my only request is that I finish Romeo and Juliet and go to that competition before you change me. Is that okay?"

"Bella, you can do whatever you want, and postpone it for as long as you wish. It's fine with me if you wait until you're back from Florida. But I think it's only fair if I tell you this. If anything should happen to you, I'm changing you as soon as I can. We love you too and all of us, especially Alice, want you to stay." He said, coming over to give me a hug. "Bella, why are your eyes darker today? Yesterday they were so bright."

"Oops! I thought I told you! My eyes change according to my mood, and my mood centers on the weather. If they're more blue than hazel, then I wouldn't be surprised if it rained or stormed today." He just looked thoughtful.

"You, my Bella, will be one interesting vampire. Very interesting indeed." He said, and I excused myself from his study.

"Isabella Swan! Some outside right now!!! And I mean NOW missy!" That was Rose, yelling at the top of her lungs like a village idiot to get my attention. I just heaved a sigh and went outside.

"Yes Rose. You rang?" I asked her, mocking her a tad bit too. She didn't answer me - she didn't have to. As soon as I walked outside a shiny new-looking truck greeted me. It was painted different, and it looked newer, but it was still mine.

Rose just flashed her illustrious devilish smile. "You like? I assure you it's the same truck, just with a few minor adjustments. Go ahead, turn it on."

So I did, and instead of the deafening growl of the engine, I heard the purr of a brand-new motor. Rose added a few touches herself. She repainted the truck silver – sparkles insured – and painted hibiscus flowers on the sides, in my favorite colors no less. My own personal favorite touch was the bumper sticker on the back. After a closer look, I discovered it wasn't a bumper sticker she painted it on. It read, "This is NOT my boyfriend's truck!" across the whole bumper. Only it was in black, with glitter around the words.

I flung myself in Rosalie's arms and told her thanks. She hugged me back and said, "You're welcome."

The next day I left for LA again with Alice, only this time I had a suitcase full of my favorite shower products. I didn't want to leave, but in a month filming would be over, and I could come back with Alice. I'd miss my home. One thing I knew for certain: This WAS my home, and to home I would return.

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A/N: before you freak out, my story is far from over, although I was tempted to end it there and start the sequel (which there will be one) but I'm just going to keep writing. The only reason why this ends like it does is because it's going to have a time lapse, one a lot like the one in New Moon, but this one isn't the end of numbness, it's the end of filming. KEEP READING, and DON'T GIVE UP ON ME!!!!

With love,

\\amy\\