AN: 'Starlight – Muse.' Yup, I have an addiction to Muse. This is might just be my favourite song by them. Possibly.

So this sucked; after I uploaded the last chapter I was like, "Aw shit…now what?" I couldn't even decide on which POV to do. I started writing Edward's but then quickly decided I'd leave that for the next chapter. Looking out on bright side for once At least I have part of the next chapter written already :).

Okay guys, you really are astounding me. I mean, 48 reviews? That's frickin' amazing, the most for one chapter yet. I love your support.

BPOV

When I found my mother in the hospital again she was fuming. The foolish smile plastered to my face from seeing Edward quickly vanished.

"I'm sorry?" I tried. It was a lie; I didn't care if I made her murderous, I had to see Edward.

"Where were you?" she asked in a tone that said she didn't really care at this point, that she was just exhausted with my antics. She closed her eyes in frustration and put her hand to her forehead. The guilt that I was doing this to her was coming at me via intimidating waves.

"I was…visiting a friend. I didn't know they were in the hospital," I said cautiously as Renee's eyes snapped open and flashed with confusion. "I saw Dr. Cullen and I met his wife, Esme; she's very sweet," I said quickly in hopes of distracting Renee from the topic of Edward. Though, the two topics were technically connected.

It worked, her eyes immediately softening. I internally smirked, Renee had always acted flustered around Carlisle but I couldn't blame her. I imagined most of the female staff of the hospital flirted with him on a regular basis. I didn't see Carlisle this way; yes, he was handsome (the similarities between Edward and his father were uncanny) but I saw him as more of a father figure.

"Oh, did you? How is Dr. Cullen?" I hesitated with my answer. He wasn't okay at the moment that was for sure.

"He's fine," I lied. I wasn't positive of what Renee would do if she found out about Edward and I. She hadn't mentioned the scene she saw at PRC because i think she thought it was a one time thing, but I believe if she discovered I was dating (could we really call it dating? We hadn't officially gone out…) a boy from rehab…that would probably send her over the edge and would no doubt be booking me a flight to Washington within the hour. She smiled a kind smile in return.

"Come on," she sighed, a little less tense this time. I happily followed. I didn't want to spend any more time in this hospital than I had to with its sickly bland walls and humming fluorescent lights. The moment I thought this I knew it was a complete lie; I would be returning to this place as soon as I could to visit Edward.

The quiet drive home this time was spent in a comfortable silence but I felt the need to apologize for my childish behavior earlier.

"I'm sorry, mom, about to today. I didn't mean to ruin your day with your friends."

"It's fine, Bella," Renee said rather sadly. "I'm thinking about taking up pottery!" she said excitedly all of the sudden as if she had never been sad in the first place.

I sighed, "Mom, you tried pottery classes last year. You got sick of it after the third class."

"Well, I don't think I gave it a fair chance. I'm sure if I stuck with it I'd love it. You can come with me!" she grinned.

"Sure mom," agreeing to both things she said, though I knew I'd never go with her to that class. A horrific picture came to my mind of myself covered from head to toe in pottery clay. No doubt that would happen to me if I went. Definitely not going.

The house was quiet when we arrived home.

"Where's Phil?" I asked.

"Away with the team," she sighed. "He should be back in a week," she added, trying to sound positive but failing miserably.

That pesky guilt feeling was just continuing to gnaw at me. It was determined to eat me whole, I could tell.

It was quickly dawning on me that I was hurting everyone in my path. Alice, Edward, my mother, even Edward's parents…the sad part was that I hadn't even realize I was doing such a thing. But the evidence was clear in my mother's eyes that she was hurting. I'm sure if I looked into the eyes of Edward and Alice I'd find the same emotion. And now it seemed I was hurting myself with the thought that I could be such a cruel person. It stung me deeply.

Maybe it would be best if I just left? I could go live with my father. He was already broken. He never did get over the divorce. Charlie never voiced this but I could tell whenever I visited him; he was easy to read like myself. Maybe that would make living there easier, another wounded person to sympathize with me. I doubted I'd make any close friends in Forks so I had no need to worry about breaking anyone there.

Suddenly my outlook on the idea of moving in with Charlie was brightening. I did not want to leave Edward but I was being selfish; he'd figure out that he could do so much better than me and move on. It would kill me but at least I'd know he was happy.

It was something to think about…

The rest of my evening was spent struggling through schoolwork. Specifically math. I had been trying my hardest to catch up in school, though it wasn't too hard because I had endured at least some form of education in rehab. I was, however, missing my own personal math tutor now. That said tutor being Edward.

I was back to that hated school with the hateful, tanned, perfect people. Before, the school population would treat me like carpet, not thinking twice about walking over me. I basically didn't exist. Of course they knew of me, James' friends seemed to have made sure of that but they shunned me. Now, everyone seemed to recognize me and stare at me. Somehow they had found out about my little visit to rehab. Sadly, this was understandable. Half the girls' middle names at my school seemed to be Gossip. So as I would walk through the halls, I felt like Moses, parting the seas in my way. You had to live it to really grasp how uneasy a feeling it was. This only added to my steady growing list of reasons to move to Forks.

The following day was a Sunday so I was thankfully able to go visit Edward. I could feel my sanity slowly coming back to me with his presence again and I loved him for it. After telling Renee I was going to the library to catch up on some studying, (AN Does anyone actually do that nowadays?) I borrowed her Volkswagen to go over to the hospital.

I pulled up to the all too familiar building after the long drive (but oh, was it worth it) and entered through the automatic sliding doors. I felt silly as I tried to head to Edward's room but had to stop when I remembered I hadn't made note of his room number. A young nurse was stationed at the desk on Edward's floor. I at least remembered what floor he was on. She looked up with a blank stare as I approached.

"May I help you?" she said flatly, not even trying to be polite. I looked down at her nametag; Tanya my mind sneered.

"Yeah, can you tell me Edward Cullen's room number?" I asked just as impolite.

"Are you family?" she said while her eyes narrowed the slightest bit.

"No…"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen can only see family members right now," Tanya said smugly. I gritted my teeth and was about to retort when I heard my name being said in recognition.

"Ah, Bella," Carlisle said, coming out of a room. He was working today. "Fall down again?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes jokingly, "I was hoping I could see Edward?" I was all of the sudden shy for some reason.

"Of course," Carlisle replied. I shot the nurse a smug smirk and she narrowed her eyes further. I was starting to think she didn't want me to see Edward out of jealousy. This caused my smirk to grow. Carlisle looked between the two of us with confusion before he lead me in the opposite direction of where I would have headed, had I not tried to ask for help. Carlisle did not follow me in, respecting our privacy.

I was met with the scene of Edward eating his lunch. He looked up from his—was that corn?

"Bella," he greeted with a brilliant smile.

"Hey," I smiled back as I pecked him on the lips and plopped myself down in the uncomfortable chair by his bed. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to ask the infamous 'How are you feeling?' knowing that when people asked me that it annoyed me to no end. I settled on "How are you?" That was probably just as bad.

"I'm…content," he said after searching for a word. He did look better even after only a day. He didn't look like death anymore and he seemed more awake and alert.

I grinned at his improvement, proud of him, and then looked down at the tray of food rested in his lap. My stomach immediately churned in disgust.

"Ewe! Edward, do you even know what you're eating?" I asked, incredulous.

He looked down at the substance for a moment in thought. "I believe its roast beef," he said, prodding the 'beef' with his plastic fork. "I'm suddenly missing the food at rehab. Is that sad, or what?" he joked.

I snorted, but then thought of an idea, "Well, did you want me to sneak you in something actually edible? I imagine a burger is sounding awfully good right now."

His eyes lit up. "Could you?" he asked, not hiding the excitement in his voice, "I mean you don't have to…"

"Hush, of course I will. I'll be right back." I made to get up when Edward grabbed me and pulled me down to give me what I thought would be a chaste kiss. However, I was pleasantly surprised when I felt his tongue enter my mouth, not even waiting for permission. I was shocked…that I liked it so much. I pulled away needing air and I looked at him inquisitively, wondering where that came from.

"I have to make up for a lost month's worth of kisses," he said simply, answering my unvoiced question. I grinned again and reluctantly left the room to get the poor boy his food.

I sped quickly to the nearest burger joint to get his food and made it back to the hospital in record time. Passing by the nurses' station on my return, I snuck in a glare for good measure at the annoying nurse.

Edward was waiting patiently in his room when I arrived back. Well, where would he go? I thought. He immediately eyed the bag of food I brought for him and I couldn't help the laugh that slipped from my lips. He made it look like I was holding the most scrumptious food known to man.

"Jeepers, do they even feed you in this place?" I asked. I mentally snickered, thinking I should know this answer seeing as I had spent so much time in here before but I had surprisingly never had to stay over night.

"Not really," he said absentmindedly as he shoved the tray of unholy food that was still on his bed away precariously.

He all but devoured the cheeseburger, thanking me through mouthfuls every chance he got. I just laughed as I grabbed a fry. He playfully narrowed his eyes at me.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, fighting back a smile.

"I thought I deserved a reward for my labour," I explained.

He grinned widely as he pulled me so that I was lying on the bed with him. "I can think of a much better reward than a measly French fry," he muttered as he crashed his lips to mine.

I let out a small moan, enjoying this position greatly; that is, until I certain person walked in. A certain nurse that went by the name of Tanya.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?" she asked, not at all sorry.

"Yes," Edward answered for me. His voice was filled with disdain and annoyance. I smiled outwardly at the thought of him not liking this vile woman.

Her face fell and she tried to gather herself, "Yes well, here is your medication." She thrust the pills into his hand and strutted out of the room without another word, purposefully swaying her hips a lot more than necessary. A wave of jealousy surged though me at her amazing ability at being seductive but when I looked up at Edward I was happy to see that he wasn't even looking in her direction but he still had that annoyed expression on his beautiful face.

"I sense some hostility towards Tanya?" I asked with a smile.

"You know her?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

I rolled my eyes, "I had the pleasure of meeting her out in the hall. She seemed determined to not let me see you."

It was Edward's turn to roll his eyes, "I'm so sorry you had to endure her. She's very…persistent…and not at all good at taking a hint; well, numerous hints," he added as his upper lip curled in disgust. I decided I didn't even want to know what she may have done or said to Edward; better for her safety.

I lied in his arms for another hour, talking lazily with him, until I remembered where my mother thought I was.

"I have to go," I mumbled against his chest, though I didn't want to.

"No," Edward protested, tightening his arms around my form.

I grudgingly untangled myself from him and stood up. I looked down to see the most adorable sight I had ever seen. Edward was pouting. I laughed freely and kissed his jutted out lip. His pout instantly transformed into a crooked smile. My favourite.

"I'm sorry, but I really do have to leave," I said.

He sighed dramatically, "If you must."

"I do," I said sadly, "but will you still be here tomorrow?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded his head. Never had he looked more like a little, innocent child then he did just then.

"Then I'll come visit you straight after school," I grinned at my masterful plan. Edward's face brightened ten fold.

"I'll be waiting," he said sincerely. He pulled me down for the third and final time that day to give me a tender kiss and with that I left. "I love you!" he called out when I was out in the hall.

"I love you, too!" I said, loud enough for Tanya to hear from where she was sitting. I giggled at her seething expression and all but skipped out of the hospital. Might I say, that was a first.

My happy spirits dropped when I returned home. My mother had seen better days and the sight of her lying on the couch staring but not really watching the TV was pitiful.

"Mom?" I started, kneeling down in front of her, "What's wrong?"

The tears, as if on their own accord, burst from her and her strong façade turned to blubber. "I miss Phil," she whispered shakily. Her breakdown shattered my heart and I lost it. I couldn't keep doing this to her. My only option was to leave. I saw no other way around it. My leaving would allow Renee to travel with Phil instead of having to be left behind every time he had to travel away from home.

Then my mind brought up Edward. I couldn't leave him again…

But maybe…I could come back and by the time that happens Edward would be out of rehab? Oh, who was I kidding? Even if I were here when he was released I'd live too far away. This was probably for Edward's best anyway.

With a new determined mind, I turned back to my mother.

"Mom," I said, "I think I'm ready to take you up on that suggestion."

"What suggestion?" she asked tiredly.

"To move in with Dad. In Forks."

AN: Bum bum bum! She's leavin' again! Silly Bella; so selfless and yet…so stupid. Go ahead and hate me. S'all right. I'm sure you'll hate me even more for the next chapter. But actually, I'm kind of proud of my filler-ish chapter. Better then I thought it would be. The story's not over yet! I didn't think I'd actually be sending her to Forks until…a couple minutes ago…but now I'm thinking that will give us at least another chapter. Maybe I'll throw in a certain young, Mr. Black? Yeah, most likely so watch out. I just don't know how well I'll be able to write him :S But the point is, there's still more to come!

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