AN: 'The World You Love – Jimmy Eat World.' (sigh) I heart it.

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Disclaimer: I never remember but you guys should know by now that I am indeed not Stephanie Meyer. I am some random Maritimer who has nothing better to do than to sit in her basement and write fanfiction.

BPOV

I'm going to see Edward, I'm going to see Edward was my silent mantra all throughout the plane ride to Arizona. I had received some peculiar looks on the plane from passengers and flight attendants… or I suppose they were looks suggesting that I was the peculiar one. And I didn't doubt their judgment. I was a bouncing fool. Every minute I contemplated marching to the cockpit and flying the plane myself if it meant getting me to Phoenix quicker. But I wasn't in the mood to kill a hundred innocent people today. Or, knowing me, I'd somehow find something to crash into in the air.

As soon as I had the okay to unbuckle my seatbelt and get off the plane I booked it out of that too small airplane.

My mind was so focused on the thought of being reunited with Edward that it didn't register until I was standing outside the airport that I had no idea where he lived. My giddy grin that had been plastered to my face faded and I dropped my small overnight bag to the pavement in defeat. How the hell am I supposed to find him in this humongous city? My thoughts practically screamed in my head.

I must have stood there for at least ten minutes mulling everything and nothing over. I had come all this way to see Edward and I wasn't even going to get to see my love. At the same time my mind was completely frozen in place. Shut down. I felt like pulling out my hair in frustration or to at least feel something. Anything.

Suddenly it hit me. I was being selfish. How dare I only worry about seeing Edward on this trip? There was another special person I had needed to see and I definitely knew where they lived. I had written it down when we had grown closer in rehab. We had promised to visit each other when we got out and that familiar guilty feeling was seeping back into me.

Before I could withdraw back to my normally pathetic state, I straightened myself up and put on a determined face. Besides, I was sure that the person who had passed me twice now, and had seen me in the same position both of those times, was contemplating asking me if I needed professional attention.

Quickly hailing a taxi, I told the cab driver the address and we were off, speeding away from the airport. It was a generous way away and I knew it would be costing me a fair penny. Luckily, I had quite a bit of money saved up from a previous summer job and it was more than worth it to be spending it on this so I didn't think twice about it.

The driver was thankfully not much of a talker so I was left to my own thoughts and what I would say when I got there. I imagined I would be apologizing for a while.

When we arrived at my destination, I almost rudely shoved the money into his awaiting hand and threw open the car door. I speedily raced up the front path to the two story home, only stumbling once on the uneven tiles.

With one calming breath, I firmly knocked on the grand wooden door and stepped back a step to wait for whoever answered. I was met by Alice's short form, her face holding an uncharacteristic bored expression until she recognized who was at the door. She let out an ear-piercing squeal, sprinting the few steps separating us, almost tackling me to the ground. I caught myself by grabbing hold of the step railing at the last second.

"Bella!" Alice squealed. "What are you doing here?! I've missed you so much! How—wait." Her eyes narrowed as she stepped away from me. I immediately grew nervous under her penetrating stare. "I can't believe you just up and left like that! What the hell were you thinking?! I'll tell you; you weren't thinking. You—"

"Alice, Alice, please." I begged, cutting her off. I couldn't handle her berating my foolish actions right now, though I knew I fully deserved them. "I'm sorry. I really am."

"Why did you leave, Bella?" Alice asked quietly. It killed me having to look at her downcast face; it did not belong on her.

"I… I thought it would be for the best?" I said weakly, questioningly.

"Yeah, I heard that's supposedly why you left from a certain boy you harshly left behind," she said sharply, making me flinch back at her coldness. Though she could be intimidating during shopping trips, I had never experienced this side of Alice before and it frightened me beyond belief. "Do you have any idea what you did to him when you left?" she questioned but she didn't let me reply as she continued making me feel worse and worse. But the masochist in me knew I deserved it and so I let her speak. "He died inside, Bella. I don't think I saw him crack a smile the whole six weeks after you moved. And Jasper and I were left to try and help him pull himself back together but we knew it was useless. We knew we weren't the people he truly wanted to see."

I was quiet for a moment. I had no idea what to say to that. What was there to say?

"How is he? Have you seen him?" I asked desperately.

"Oh, so now you care."

"Alice, you know I've always cared—"

"Do I?"

"Just let me explain, please?" I pleaded. She relented and relaxed a fraction but

she still kept her guard up. "I really did think it was for the best. Believe me when I say I had you all in mind when I left… I could see I was hurting you guys. I was keeping my own mother from seeing her new husband and I made Edward almost kill himself for pity sake—"

"You didn't make Edward do anything, Bella. Overdosing was his stupid mistake. The only reason he got through that was because he got to see you in the hospital."

I couldn't speak again. Alice was hitting all the key points and proving my flimsy excuse wrong.

"I really am sorry. Please, Alice. You know I love him. I wouldn't intentionally hurt him in any way and you know I never wanted to hurt you."

Her hard eyes softened and she uncrossed her arms from her chest. She let out a heavy sigh.

"I know. I know somehow in your twisted head it made sense. You were trying to play the heroine but look where that got you?" she rolled her eyes playfully.

"I'm sorry," I said once again. That seemed to hit the nail home as Alice launched herself at me for the second time.

"I really did miss you," she said whole-heartedly.

"I missed you too," I replied, giving her a squeeze with my arms.

"I really hate that I can't stay mad at you…" she sighed.

I chuckled but remained quiet, pulling away from her. I decided to change the topic to a slightly happier one. "Well what have I missed? When did you get out?"

"Oh! Uhm…" she paused, lifting her eyes to the roof of the porch to calculate. "About four weeks ago. Jazz and I got released on the same day," she beamed.

"How is Jasper?" I humoured her. I wanted to know how he was but I could tell there was some news that Alice was anticipating to tell me.

"He's great!" she said quickly, moving to her main topic of discussion. "And he only lives an hour away! We get to see each on weekends!"

"That's great, Alice, I'm happy for you," I tried to sound enthusiastic. I was happy for her but I couldn't hide my jealousy very well, which is why I asked my next question.

"Have you seen Edward lately, then?" Her face suddenly turned sympathetic.

"No. I'm not sure if he's out yet or not. I don't see why he wouldn't be. He was determined to get over the heroin after you left—sorry," she said quickly after seeing my wince. "You're going to go see him now, right? I know you came here to see me but…" she teased.

I rolled me eyes. "You know I came to see you just as much as I came here to see Edward. I'd go see Jasper as well but I kind of spent most of money on the cab here."

"Idiot!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you call me? I would've came and got you!"

"Well, based on how you welcomed me here I wasn't so sure what your reaction to hearing from me would be."

She stopped for a second. "Good point," she grinned.

"Oh!" A thought just coming to me. "Can I ask for a huge favour?"

"Depends," she chirped.

"On what?" I asked incredulously, I figured she'd have no problem with this.

"On whether I get a trip to the mall out of it," she said seriously.

My mouth gaped. "You're kidding?"

"Honestly Bella, I find it insulting how you would believe I'd joke about shopping. It hurts," she said, holding a tiny hand to her heart.

"Knock it off. Yeah, I'll go," I said, rolling my eyes. Annoying pixie. "So can I stay here for a couple of nights or what?"

"Of course," she said triumphantly.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically. She was just too proud that she weaseled a shopping trip out of me. "I need to go see Edward now, though."

"Yes, you do. What's wrong?" she inquired, seeing the apprehension in my eyes.

"I'm nervous, I guess… I mean, what if he doesn't want to see me?" I was all of a sudden worried about Edward's reaction to me. I had been trying to stay positive the entire plan ride but it had caught up to me.

Alice simply rolled her eyes. "I'd like for you to come up with another reason why Edward was depressed the entire, what was it, four weeks (AN so I can't do the math…) that Jasper and I were left to watch him mope about."

"Thanks Alice," my sarcastic nature was back with a vengeance, "just make me feel worse about what I did; that's great."

"Just get your butt over to him."

I was about to walk down the porch steps when I realized that rather important fact yet again. "Alice," I turned around to her, "I have no bloody clue where he lives!" I threw my arms up in the air helplessly, slapping them against my thighs.

Her face dropped for a moment until it brightened again. She ran into her house without a word and I followed, looking like a fool outside while the door was wide open. I walked up the staircase leading to the second floor and found her frantically rummaging through everything throughout her entire room. I stood there in awe as I watched this tiny figure dash around the room in an unfathomable speed, pulling clothes from drawers and miscellaneous objects from her enormous walk-in closet.

"Ah ha!" she proclaimed.

"What is it?" I asked wearily.

"I knew I asked him for it for a reason," she muttered. She uncrinkled a torn piece of paper and slapped into the palm of my hand.

"What is thi…?" I trailed off as I looked down to find beautiful, elegant writing. I knew this writing; I had seen it everyday in rehab on his schoolwork but it stood out most to me on a certain sheet of music. And as I read what his writing said it clicked in my head why this piece of paper was so important.

It was Edward's address.

Alice let me borrow her car (a Porsche no less) to drive to Edward's house and what I was met with stunned me. Good thing I was already parked before I decided to take in the house.

It was a modern home but had an old-fashion feel to it. It actually wasn't that much bigger than the home I had in Phoenix or Charlie's in Forks but it was just nicer. I was guessing that Edward's mother had spent a lot of time just tending to the garden in the front. I was suddenly self-conscious of my boring, bland home.

I didn't spend any more time ogling the home as I briskly walked up the steps to the door. I was so nervous. I tentatively knocked on the door and stepped back, for the second time that day, to wait for someone to answer.

I waited for two minutes but no one answered. Again I knocked but was met with the same result. This could not be happening. I pulled the piece of paper from my front pocket to double check the address. Yes, I was at the right place.

I desperately looked around anywhere, hoping for some answer or sign. I needed to see Edward. I didn't fly all the way here to come face to face with nothing but a locked door. As my frantic eyes scanned the front lawn, that's when they locked in on it. A moving sign.

I sprinted to it and my face dropped as I read what it said. SOLD was plastered in big, arrogant letters across the sign and I slumped down to the grass in defeat. I couldn't believe it. Tears automatically sprung to my eyes but I wouldn't accept this and fought them back. I refused to accept the fact that Edward had moved.

No. He was still in rehab. He hadn't left. With that calming thought I ran back to the Porsche and sped away to Phoenix Rehabilitation Center. A place I never thought I would return to.

I marched through the sliding doors and right up to the front desk with as much confidence as I could muster.

"I need to see Edward Cullen, it's important," I said to the receptionist. She looked at me as if I was insane for a moment but put on an impassive mask.

"Miss, are you family?" she asked.

"No," I answered without thinking.

"Then I'm afraid I can't let you do that, and even if you were we keep the visits with the patients a minimum here."

"Please?" I resorted to begging. "It really is important."

"I'm sorry, miss. Now if you could, please leave the premises before I need to call security," she said formally.

I let out a frustrated growl.

"What's all the commotion out here?" a voice asked coming down the hallway. I recognized him immediately as Dr. Reid. Not the person I wanted to see just then. Or was he?

"Dr. Reid!" I said, half-jogging over to him.

"Bella, back so soon?" he asked.

"What's that supposed to me?" I asked defensively; I had no patience for any type of joke whatsoever at this point. I didn't let him reply. "—Whatever. I need to see Edward," I basically demanded.

"Edward?" he asked, his eyebrow furrowed.

"Yes," I drew out the word. How could he forget one of his own patients?

"Bella, he was released not even a week ago."

The air in my lungs left my chest at his words. No, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen. At least when I had moved I knew Edward was still in Arizona but now… how was I supposed to know where he was? He could have moved to Europe for all I knew.

I left the Center without another word to the doctor.

I drove back to Alice's in a numb state. This couldn't be happening.

I hadn't even stepped foot onto her porch before Alice threw open the door. After taking in my appearance her eyes grew worried.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"He wasn't there, Alice," I said flatly.

"What?! Well did you—"

"He wasn't home, he wasn't at rehab, he's gone, Alice," I said, the tears coming back more forcibly this time until they spilled over.

"Oh, Bella…" she muttered, gathering me into a hug. I cried, resting my head on the top of hers—she was too short for me to lean my head on her shoulder while standing without it looking or feeling awkward. When my eyes were finally dried, she took my hand in hers led me back into her house, bringing me back up to her room.

Neither of us spoke for an immeasurable amount of time. What was there to say?

"Well I didn't see this coming," Alice muttered. I was too distraught to even ask her what she was talking about. "Maybe there's still hope, Bella…you never know," she said gently.

I scoffed. "Please, Alice. We both know it's useless," I said pessimistically as I sniffled. "At least I got to see you," I said quietly. That was true. I don't know what I would have done if I had come here and not even have been able to see either of them.

"You're still welcome to stay another couple of days. You do owe me that shopping trip," she said, lightening the mood slightly.

"How could I forget?" I asked, rolling my eyes playfully. Alice got up and walked over to me, giving me another comforting hug.

"It'll be okay," she consoled.

"I hope you're right, Alice."

Though I had Alice with me, she wasn't the person I was yearning to see. I needed to Edward's face. Even if he didn't take me back it would just be nice to know I hadn't gone insane.

This couldn't be happening.

AN: Um… so I know a lot of you are just getting fed up at this point wondering when Edward and Bella are going to see each other… it's coming! Sorry! The ending's rushed because I wanted to post it for you all!

As I reread this I laughed at how many time I wrote 'happening'. It was intentional but I think it had to do with just seeing 'The Happening' featuring a certain Mr. Mark Wahlberg aka one of my many secret pretend husbands (my others including Matthew Gray Gubler from Criminal Minds and Andrew McMahon from Something Corporate, for instance)! Eeek! Has anyone else seen it?! Intense much? I love Zooey Deschanel as well so it was rather awesome. Sorry sorry, I'm done, gosh.

Soooo, I'm pumped. This week is (technically) my LAST week of school! Ahhh! I mean, I go back one day next week on the 27th but who's counting that? I'm not. I'm so excited it's insane. Sorry, carry on with the fabulous reviews? :)

(I think my late New Year's Resolution will be to write shorter Author Notes…)