A lot like love Chapter 12- A talk with Cassie
Disclaimer: I wish I owned twilight but the name Stephenie doesn't suit me.
Well hey there. You know I really love you guys. Like a hell of a lot. Like most of you all know I had to put my dog down but- oh em gee. All of you had so much worse experiences, I feel grateful my dog died the way she did… If that makes sense. Well I've learnt that the show must go on, no matter how sad I am. And guess what guys? IM FINALLY OUT OF SCHOOL!! :D well enjoy.


"We haven't actually been introduced yet. I'm Cassie." She said with a smile and held out her hand to shake. I just looked at it; no way was I going to shake her hand.

"Okay then…" she muttered to herself. I could tell she was about to speak because she took a deep breath.

"Ok, Bella. I'm sort of in the dark here. Would you like to tell me why you were so hysterical back there?"

I immediately looked her in the eye. I had never met someone so…blunt.

"It doesn't matter anyway." I muttered mostly to myself. "You can have Edward, its obvious he's in love with you anyway."

Her mouth dropped open; she stood there for a few seconds absorbing what I just said.

"I…Edward…Love…WHAT?" she managed to get out.

"You heard me. Edward L-O-V-E-S you. It's so obvious." I stated, completely serious.

Too my surprise she burst out laughing. "Oh my god. Are you retarded?"

"No actually I'm not. I'm actually quite angry- the guy I've liked since of I don't know...forever? Is madly in love with some perfect girl, who lives in a palace with her 2 parents always at home to discuss her day at school- am I right or am I right?"

Cassie glared me right in the eye. "You don't know shit about me. Do you know how it feels having your dad run out? To take care of your mom when she's passed out on the floor drunk? Having to hide in your closet until 2 am, just so your step dad won't have the chance to hit you as hard as yesterday. You think your life is so bad. You act so…ugh I can't even find the right words, towards Edward and he still chases after you. You act like he's done something wrong, when really what the hell has he done wrong lately? Love you? You don't even deserve someone like him." With that she walked out the door leaving me speechless.

But what hit me the most was that, every single thing she said was true. I took a deep breath and walked down the hall to Alice's room. She was lying on her baby blue carpet painting her toes a bright orange with speakers on her head blaring. You could faintly hear the lyrics.

Move along, Move along like I know you too, and even when your hope is gone move along, move along just to make it through, move along. When everything is wrong we move along.

I walked over towards her and sat down at her side, crossing my legs Indian style. She noticed my presence and pulled the headphones down onto her neck.

"Hi Bella, What's Up" she asked.

I bit my lip. "Umm…what room's Cassie staying in?" realization hit her.

"Oh that was you guys making all that noise, she's staying in the basement. Good luck, Cass is very…stubborn." she put her head phones back over her ears as I walked out.

When I was walking down the stairs to the basement I realized I had never in all the time I knew the Cullen's been to the basement. The carpet was as black as night and the walls were a deep gold. There was a piano in the corner of the room and a couch right next to it. A massive stereo system decorated the left wall with shelves of cds around it. On the wall opposite it, a queen-size bed with plain white sheets and a black comforter, around it was like a shrine to almost every band in history. There were Beatles posters, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, The Who, Rolling Stones, Aero smith- it was a collectors dream.

"What do you want?" Cassie's voice came from the corner of the room where she was writing into a really tattered Mead Composition Book.

"I-I wanted to apologize." I stuttered. "I had no right to assume things about you when I don't even really know you. I'm really sorry. I'd really like to be your friend if you'd let me. I was just intimidated because it's so obvious that the bond you and Edward share is so strong, and your so freaking beautiful it's hard not to not like you."

She giggled. "It's fine. I'm sorry as well. My temper gets the best of me sometimes."

"No, I deserved everything you said to me. But I'd really like to know, how did you meet Edward and everyone else?"

She smiled.

Flashback

"Well, it was the first day of kindergarten. Back when everything was good. My mom had put my hair into 2 pigtails and made me wear a dark green dress. She gave me a Barbie lunchbox and sent me on the bus. When the bus reached the school, I was on my way out when some retard kid named James tripped me. I started crying and wiped the tears out of my face. I could see James pointing and laughing at me from the jungle gym-when a really big kid came over towards him and shoved his face into the sand. 2 other kids came over and started kicking the crap out of them. They came over and started talking to me. The big one wearing a red Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ­–lmao you guys im sorry I couldn't resist, Emmet is a ninja. You can't deny that- was of course Emmet. He scared me at first but he was so cool. Then there was Alice, she was wearing a hot pink dress with white slippers, we bonded almost instantly. Last but not least there was Edward. He was wearing a white and yellow striped polo and some jeans with a gap logo. He looked so adorable. As we grew up we got closer and gradually he became my best friend."

End of Flashback

"Aw." I couldn't help myself. The thought of a baby Edward just made my heart melt.

"So umm… what happened when they left?"

"Oh, well when Edward, Alice and Emmet left it was the day after my seventh birthday. Before Edward left he gave me a gold necklace with a music note and said as long as I wore this we'd be together." She fingered by the looks of it the exact same chain.

"About a year after, my dad left us for some slut. My mom was heartbroken. So she went to the only thing she had left Liquor. It started getting worse and worse. I was pretty much my own parent. Then when I was about 10 my mom met Laurent." She said his name like a dirty word.

"I hated him with every fiber of my being. He used to hit me whenever I was late or didn't cook dinner. He would lock me in the laundry room with and open bucket of bleach and try to suffocate me with the fumes. But what hurt the most was my mom knew- and didn't do a thing. Whenever they would allow me too eat dinner with me I would have to sit next to him. He would rub his arm up at down my leg…trying to…feel me up." She sighed.

"I don't really wanna talk about it; let's just say I didn't get to enjoy my first."

I gasped and she nodded. "That's pretty much the reason I started rebelling. I dipped into drugs like weed and LSD. I knew it was bad for me. I knew it would kill me, but… it was the only way I had a…release. Somewhere away from the world. When you take a draw off a joint and the smoke enters your system you view the world from a whole different place. It's like everyone is stripped from there layers and there real."

"Are you…still using?" I asked.

"Oh God No. I finally realized that hey, I don't want to be like my mother, I want to be able to enjoy life. I'd never want my kids to experience what I've been through. So I went to rehab with some money I had saved up and completely dried out. I've been clean for 11 months now. The psychiatrists said I should take up poetry and that's what you saw me writing in."

"So, why'd you come to LA?"

"Well, I started doing a load more work in school, and paying more attention in class. My grades went up and I asked the school if they could pay for my scholarship to transfer to here."

"Wow." Was all that I managed to say.

Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Let me play you something."

She jogged over to the baby grand piano in the corner of the room and sat on the stand. She took a deep breath and pressed her long pale delicate fingers across the ivory keys. The song she was playing was more like a lullaby. It started off soft, like birds singing and had me mesmerized till the very end when she ended on middle c.

"Y-You wrote that?!" I almost yelled, flabbergasted at how good it was.

"Nope." She replied honestly. "Edward did. For You."


Well oh gee. I didn't tell you about Cuba! It was so amazingly awesome. The architecture was breathtaking. My hotel was awesome. Except my ac didn't work. And omg the boyssss. They were so hot I almost piddled myself. One of them blew me a kiss. It was so sweet. Well its 1:28 am here. Gonna go to bed now. Im gonna ask one more time 50 reviews please? Im not a beggar but seriously my story has

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Oh im sorry its just im cranky at nite. Well chow darlings. Im off to Edward Cullen land. I'll prob wake up at about 3pm tomorrow. I expect emails!!

Love you guys

Lanna

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