A/N – This chapter is 14 pages in Word. I am so proud of myself. Once again, thank you to all my reviewers, and to my incredible beta, for her mad beta-ing skills. Read her awesome story! And without further ado, here is Bella's Act!
Bella's point of View
Edward had left. I had my suspicions when I woke up and he was not with me, but I knew the truth as soon as I saw the note he had left on my desk.
Dearest Bella,
I am dreadfully sorry that I will not be here when you wake up. Alice called me with the news that it will be very sunny today. I do recognize that this puts you in a position as Jasper can not longer do his Act today. I truly hope Alex cooperates and is willing to re-schedule your practice.
I love you so much: never forget that.
Be safe,
Edward
The evidence was right there in my hands. The Cullens would not be coming to school. I would have to do my Act a day earlier than planned.
The only problem, I thought to myself, Is that now Edward will not be there. It will just be Alex and I. I was fairly certain that Alex would not take advantage of that, but I was still leery of what could happen.
As soon as I stepped out of my truck, Alex walked over to lean against the old green Camry I had parked beside.
"Hey, Bella," He said
"Hi," I muttered, and then straightened up. "Hey, do you mind I we practice today instead of tomorrow?"
He grinned. "No problem, how does after school sound?"
"Brilliant," I said, carefully concealing my nerves. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when the warning bell interrupted us. Saved by the bell, I thought. "See you in Bio," I yelled as I raced off.
My head was in turmoil as I rushed to Trig. On one hand, I was very afraid to be alone with him, but on the other, he seemed a bit like Angela and Jake; really easy going and the sort of person I could easily be a friend with. And that seemed like a good thing, if he would just skip the useless infatuation.
Thoughts like that swirled through my brain right through Trig and Government until the lunch bell startled me.
"Are you coming, Bella," Angela asked.
"Um, yeah," I said, grabbing my books. It was going to be a long, long lunch.
Jasper's Point of View
After calling Mark at home, there was nothing else to do but wait. For awhile, I watched Alice and Edward play chess, but even that got annoying after Edward's fifth trip into Bella-Land.
"ESME!" Emmett's booming voice yelled.
"Don't yell in the house," she told him as he came rocketing down the stairs.
"Do we have any flour?" he asked.
"No, I do not think so," she said, frowning.
"Oh, okay," he said, and left. The rest of the family stared after him. Alice shrugged and moved her knight to F5. One by one, the rest of the family followed suite and returned to their activities, but the confusion in the room was still overwhelming.
What was Emmett up to now?
Bella's Point of View last
It was at times like this when I especially missed Edward. For the last fifteen minutes, Jessica had been chattering on and on about a new pair of shoes and frankly, it had gotten annoying fourteen minutes ago. If Edward had been here, he would have changed the topic as soon as he saw me getting fidgety. I swear I was about to strangle someone when Ms. Cope's voice came over the PA: Bella Swan, please come to the office for a phone call, Bella Swan. Thank God!
Muttering an apology to Angela, I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. As I walked into the dimly lit front office, Ms. Cope gestured towards the phone.
"Chief Swan insisted on talking to you in person."
I picked up the phone. "Hey, Dad."
"it's not your dad," Emmett's voice said on the other end. "It's Emmett," he added, unnecessarily.
I rolled my eyes. "I knew that," I informed him. "What's up?" Meaning, why the heck are you calling me during school?
"Could you pick up some flour before you come over to our house?" Emmett asked. "I want to make those cookies tonight and it is a bit sunny out for me to get it myself."
I glanced out towards the weak sunlight streaming in through the little window. "Sure," I agreed.
"Great, Bella. See you then."
As I hung up the phone, I muttered my thanks to Ms. Cope. She smiled at me, and went back to shuffling papers on her desk.
Stepping out into the sunlight, I rummaged through my bag for my copy of Wuthering Heights. Unfortunately, just as I was turning to my page, the warning bell rang. I sighed. Like it or not, I still had half a day to go.
Alex's Point of View
Three minutes before the bell rang, I snuck out of class. It wasn't difficult. Mr. Ryans was engrossed in the game of solitaire he was playing with the computer and barely seemed to notice when I let myself out of the classroom.
Walking down the silent hall was a treat. The campus was so small that between classes, the halls were jam-packed with students. It was nice to have some elbow room for a change. I stopped outside the gym where Bella's class would be finishing up. I figured I would walk her to her locker so she could put her stuff away. After all, isn't that what a gentleman is supposed to do?
When she saw me standing in the hall, here eyes widened. "How did you get over here so fast?" she asked, surprised.
"I skipped out of class five minutes early." Too late, I wondered if that might be a bad thing, but I need not have worried. She laughed at that trivial fact, her amusement clearing the confusion from her face. Together, we walked out into the courtyard that was my favourite shortcut.
There was now weak sunlight pushing its way past the menacing clouds and I was again struck by the outrageous perfections of the angel walking beside me. The sunlight caught the red in her chocolate and highlighted it. One of these lock-the moist air twisting it into a corkscrew- separated and fell in front of her face. I longed to tuck it behind her ear, but I suspected she would find that too forward and uncomfortable, so I kept my hands to myself.
Her locker was in the History wing, just outside her classroom door. As she dragged her backpack out of her locker, I decided to start a conversation.
"So, where are the Cullens today?"
She looked at me briefly before answering, "Hiking."
There was a brief, awkward silence before I pressed on. "Why didn't you go with them?" She always seemed attached to Edward; I guess it just made sense that she would go with them. I had expected her to answer, or at least ignore me if she found the question rudely personal. Therefore, I was briefly stunned when she laughed. Her voice – ironically enough – sounded like Bells. I stood there for about five minutes feeling like the world's biggest idiot before she finally regained her composure.
"Not you," she gasped, tears of mirth still running down her face. "I'm sorry; it's just been a really bad day." Her amusement was catching and soon, I was roaring with laughter too.
After we finally calmed down, she asked me how I knew the Cullens weren't at school. Wisely, I chose not to mention I had never seen her and Edward apart. No need to freak her out with my mad stalking skills quite yet.
"Alice Cullen wasn't in my second period art class."
There was surprise in her voice as she commented, "I didn't know you took Art with Alice." I saw a chance to connect myself to her world and took it.
"Yeah, she and I were partners for a project a few weeks back."
Her face softened. She must like Alice a lot. "Isn't she an amazing artist?"
"Yeah, we designed a vase together. I made it and she painted it. I make pottery," I tacked onto the end of my explanation.
"Wow," she said, here face growing thoughtful. "You know, you don't get a whole lot of guys taking art. It is really too bad."
Again, I scrambled to hide the shock on my face. Not only was this incredible girl aware of what was going on around her; she also seemed to understand. This was a girl who wouldn't call a guy gay because he liked art. She's perfect for you, my inner voice said smugly, and for once, I had to agree. This was the one.
Bella's Point of ViewAfter I had picked up my backpack from my locker, Alex took the lead and started walking towards the Gym/Arts wing. By now, I was feeling very comfortable with him and we chatted easily about his sister and classes as we walked down the halls. My uneasiness returned though, as he casually held the door to the gym open for me. I stepped inside and looked around the dreaded place I had exited merely half an hour ago. By the time I looked back at him, he was already standing in the center of the spacious room dribbling a basketball with another tucked under his arm. He must have seen something in my face because he let both balls drop and walked over to me.
"Are you okay?' he asked softly.
"I thought we were playing chess," I commented, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart. "I just think I should warn you that I am a horrible basketball player."
He laughed, the warm sound making his brown eyes glow. "I know."
"You do?" I asked skeptically. Perhaps I should warn him about my danger magnet too. I opened my mouth to say something when he cut me off.
"Yeah, I've seen Mike's bruises." My face flushed red, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, he continued. "My basketball coach thinks I need to spend a bit more time reviewing the rules and one of the older players suggested teaching a friend to play the sport. When I talked to Mike, he, uh, mentioned you.
My face was probably cherry-red at this point.
"You aren't mad or anything, right?" he asked, shooting a sidelong glance at me. "You rally are doing a great act of kindness by helping me today."
A great act of kindness. How long would those words continue to torture me? For the first time, I raised my head to look at him. Alex was biting his lip nervously. I took a deep breath and smiled at him.
"Let's do this."
Alice's Point of ViewAfter about three hours, I had to leave because I was running out of things to translate. As I ran through the moist spring air, I was hit with another vision. In it, Jasper was holding his head while another boy recited off lees-than-true facts about the Civil war. Jazzy's eyes were glazed over, although they remained a dark ochre colour; not gold, but still not black either. That, at least, was comforting.
Sunlight streamed through the trees and my skin reflected dappled rainbows onto my surroundings from where the light touched my body. The woods were alive with sound. Crickets, frogs, and various birds were all heralding the arrival of the warmer weather. Slowly, I felt my tense muscles relax as the sun slowly warmed my granite skin. I was so relaxed that I was nearly surprised when Jasper sat noiselessly beside me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he silenced me with a tiny shake of his head. Leaning back, he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me down so that I was lying beside him on the dewy grass. Wordlessly, Jasper began running his hands up and down my arms. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. This was where I wanted to stay. Right here, in the arms of the man I love, forever.
Alex's Point of View
We trained for about an hour before she wanted to stop. I knew all the rules down by heart and Bella was getting much better. By the end of the lesson, we were even shooting a few hoops. I was just getting ready to shoot my fifteenth hoop when Bella looked at her watch and sighed.
"I have to pick up something before I go home," she said sadly. So she wanted to stay with me. I could work with that.
"Okay," I said. "See you tomorrow." She grinned at me and grabbed her stuff. As I watched her walk out the door, I thought about how I would approach her tomorrow. I had to have a plan.
Bella's Point of ViewOur 'practice' wasn't too bad. I actually had fun. Alex was a very good teacher and I only hit my head with the ball twice. I was almost sorry I had to go, but the thought of seeing Edward so soon put a smile on my face.
As I pulled into the parking lot of Thriftway, I spotted Jessica getting out of her car. She waved to me and I walked over, albeit warily. She has begun to tolerate me again, but has never really made any direct conversation with me since Edward left.
"Hi, Bella," she gushed. "I saw you in the gym with Alex. Are you two going out now?" Her eyes were shining with a rash excitement and I mentally kicked myself for inviting this conversation. I would have to make it very clear to her that we were just friends.
"No, Jess. I was just helping him practice for the basketball game on Saturday." She scoffed at my weak explanation.
"He has a thing for you. Why else would he choose you to practice with him?" Why else indeed, I wondered as we turned into the baking aisle.
The store was nearly empty for a Wednesday afternoon. The cashiers were chatting to each other from their lanes and the only other customer was a younger teenage boy standing near the magazines.
As Jessica chattered about who was currently dating whom, I let my mind wonder to how much flour Emmett would need. I decided to get one of the big sacks. That way he would have plenty in case he messed up again.
"Hey girls," I looked up to see the boy standing on the opposite side of the aisle. He was taller than I thought, and had brown hair with a few zits peppering his forehead.
"Hi," Jessica said irately. She obviously had not appreciated this stranger interrupting her monologue.
"Where have you been all my life?" the boy said, winking at Jessica. I must admit, he had really nice, hazel eyes, even if I did prefer topaz myself.
"Hiding from you," Jessica said, clearly irritated. She was about to turn back to me when the boy spoke again.
"What's your sign?"
"Proceed with caution," she said, a grin starting to appear. Only Jessica could be enjoying herself here.
"Is your name Summer? I was only asking 'cause you are hot." This sick, twisted boy seemed to be having as much fun as Jessica was. I only hoped he was having enough fun with her to completely forget about me.
"Is your name Yankee, cause you suck!" From the look on his face and the logo on his baseball cap, he was not too impressed.
He narrowed his eyes and shot back, "If I saw you naked, I'd die happy."
"If I saw you naked, I would die laughing." The boy just stared at Jessica for a second. Suddenly his face split into a wide grin and he nodded his head in defeat before turning to me.
Oh, crap.
"Do you believe in love at first sight or do you want me to walk by again," he grinned at me and I blushed.
I opened my mouth to answer when I felt a warm arm snake its way around my waist. I jerked my head up to look at Alex. There was a wide grin on his mouth and he winked at me.
"Hey, baby," he said smoothly. My jaw dropped and I rushed to get it back under control before it could give his act away. Although I am not sure that Jessica and the kid would have noticed. There jaws were almost as far down as mine.
"That's your boyfriend?" The kid made a sad attempt at being cool and failed. After sizing Alex up, he seemed to think better of his plan to flirt with me.
"Yep," Alex looked at me and I barely saw the question in his eyes before his lips were on mine.
The kiss was wrong. It was too warm and had none of the loving edge that Edward's kisses had. Out of the corner of my mouth, I saw Jessica looking like Christmas had come early. It looked like the Queen of Rumours had some work to do. Every instinct screamed at me to hit him or something, but at the same time, I knew that his kiss was the only thing saving me from certain harassment. I longed for Edward's mouth on mine, but I was still grateful.
It seemed like forever, but it was only a quick peck before he broke away.
"Did you get what you needed?" He asked me. I nodded weakly and bent down to drag the sack of flour off the shelf. "No, let me get that," he said grabbing it and hefting it over his shoulder. He took my hand in his and I waved to a still stunned Jess.
After getting past the bored check-out girl, Alex insisted on carrying the bag of flour to my truck. I would have insisted on carrying it, but I doubted I could even lift it.
As he dumped it in the back of my truck, he turned around to face me. "Look, I'm really sorry for what I did in there. I get that you are pretty mad at me."
I thought for a second before answering. "No, I am not mad. I understand why you did it, although I wish there was something else that would have made him stop."
He grinned at me. "Yeah, me too." His mood suddenly shifted and became brooding. "I know now that you don't want to date me. I just want to tell you that I know that and I will not pursue you any more."
My heart lifted as I listened to his words. If only Jake would take a hint that well. "Thank you," I said gratefully, and then frowned. "We can still be friends, right?" I asked.
"I'd like that." He smiled at me and I smiled back. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then gripped me in a chaste hug that ended quickly. "I have to get going," he said regretfully. Then his grin turned wicked. "Are you sure you can manage that flour by yourself?"
"Scram," I laughed, hitting him on the shoulder. He saluted me and disappeared between the rows of ancient cars. I watched him go, feeling even happier than before.
Jasper's Point of View
Edward became alert as we started to hear Bella's ancient truck chugging its way up the driveway.
"Emmett," she called as she pulled up to the house and the truck wheezed to a halt. "I have your flour." On the second floor, we could hear the moaning break off and Emmett apologize to Rosalie. Edward winced and I could only imagine what he was getting from the happy couple upstairs. Certainly the amount of lust emanating from them was driving me up the wall.
Edward and Emmet ran outside. From the window, I watched Edward take Bella's bruised face in his hands and kiss her forehead. His love was nearly overpowering Emmett's lust. Emmet – the sack of flour thrown carelessly over one shoulder- walked up behind them and made a rude comment. Across the room, Esme flinched. Bella jumped away and turned bright red as Emmett roared in laughter.
It always made me feel bad when I saw Emmett playing with Bella. Edward and Carlisle, I understood. Carlisle has always had the best self-control, and she is Edward's soulmate for crying out loud. Emmett on the other hand is just a brother like I am. He feels the same amount of brotherly love and protectiveness for her as I do, and yet fate decided that it should be him out there teasing and making her laugh, and me inside, unable to be around her for fear of another accident. Alice shot me a sympathetic look. Soon, her eyes said, and I mentally agreed. We had already voted to adopt her. At this point, it was only a matter of outside, Edward shot me a death glare. I ignored him and concentrated on studying my Alice's features. She smiled and squeezed my hand.
Slamming the front door, Emmett walked back into the house.
"Where are Bella and Edward?" asked Esme.
"Those two lovebirds went the Meadow," Emmett smirked, and Esme frowned.
"I hope you are planning on apologizing to them," she started, and I let my mind wander again. I've seen it before. Esme would make him apologize, and Emmett would try and do it in the most perverted way possible, just to make Bella blush. My mind started to wallow in self-pity again until Alice pinched me. I looked at her and she kissed me. Effortlessly, like lying in warm sunlight, I let myself sink into her love. She is all I would ever need.
Bella's Point of View
"Why are you stealing me away from your family so rudely?" He smiled again but refused to answer. By now, we had slowed to a walk, and the bright sunlight was throwing sparkly patterns on his skin. I kept my head carefully tucked just under his jaw as I silently greeted him after my long day. I couldn't know for sure, but I thought he was doing the same. Every so often, he would turn his head and breathe deeply in my hair.
Suddenly, we were in our meadow. It looked so different from the last time I saw it. It has wildflowers again, and I am back with the man I love again. The horror of three months ago has faded, and now it seems almost unreal, like a really bad nightmare you wish you could forget.
Gently, he placed me on top of a bed of purple flowers. Leaning over, he stunned me with his ochre eyes as he kissed first one eyelid, then the other, and my nose. Hesitating, he breathed deeply, smiled to himself, and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. My blood boiled and I reached up to grab his face, but it was gone.
I blinked several times, and looked up to see him sitting about ten feet away from me. He looked at me with incredibly pained eyes.
"Bella, why do your lips taste like Alex Chatterson?"
Emmet's Point of View
For now, I was alone in the kitchen. Rosalie had gotten bored and left to play with her new Lexus, and I had long since kicked a worried Esme out. Jasper and Alice had left again to Who-Knows-Where, and Carlisle was up in his study.
Humming to myself, I read the instructions again before adding the required amount of flour. Esme thought I would need about eight dozen, so a quadrupled the recipe. It was a good thing Bella picked up tons of flour.
Diving into the fridge for eggs, I caught a whiff of a particularly nasty scent. I grabbed the offending container and set it on the counter.
"Don't touch that," an annoying voice said behind me. I turned around as Alice danced up the stairs. "That is the lasagna Esme made Bella for dinner. I know it smells awful but it is Bella's favorite and she, Edward, and Esme will be put out with you if you throw it out," she called as she disappeared.
Grumbling slightly, I shoved it back in the refrigerator. Then a thought occurred to me. If lasagna was Bella's favourite food, is there some in the cookies? I checked the recipe. Nothing. That makes no sense, I argued. Suddenly, I had another brilliant stroke of inspiration. If Bella liked lasagna that much, then why wouldn't she like it in cookies? Actually, the cookies might taste better if I added all her favourite foods.
Ripping a sheet of paper out of one of Jasper's unused binders, I began a list of Bella's favourite foods.
Bella's Point of View
My stomach dropped like a rock and settled in the soles of the ridiculously expensive skate-shoes Alice bought me. Edward was still looking at me sadly and I had to say something.
"It is a really long and complicated story."
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you or did you not kiss Alex?"
"Well, yeah. I mean…no, I didn't," I answered, stumbling over my words in my rush to answer them. "He kissed me."
A spark of anger ignited in Edward's eyes and I rushed to defend him. "He was saving me from a ridiculously eager boy trying to pick Jessica and I up at Thriftway."
"Are you hurt?" he demanded.
"No." This can't be happening. Now Edward is really mad and he will leave again and it will be all my fault. I was so wrapped up in my panicked thoughts that I barely heard Edward when he started speaking again.
"I am going to murder him."
I jerked my head up. Edward looked dangerous again; like a real vampire.
"If it isn't bad enough that the Mutt can not take a hint, now you have another boy being far too persistent about following your every move."
It was times like these where I wished Edward could just read my mind. "But he was only protecting me from an unknown stalker," I protested. "Besides, afterward, in the parking lot, he agreed that I already had a boyfriend and that he should probably back off out of respect for both of us. "
Edward looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure you are alright?"
"Positive."
He crossed the distance between us in four strides and took his face in mine. "Then I guess that is all that matters."
Emmet's Point of View
They looked perfect. I made sure to stick to the recipe when it came to the cooking instructions this time and they looked beautiful. When I pulled them out of the oven, they were a golden brown, and were slightly squashy in the center. They smelled revolting to me, but Esme told me to expect that.
The other eight batches turned out the same way. By the time I pulled the ninth batch out of the oven, Bella and Edward would be due home any minute. I pulled four cookies out and placed them carefully on a plate just as Esme walked down the stairs.
"Those look wonderful, Emmett," she said just as Edward pulled a laughing Bella through the door. As soon as she entered, she took a deep breath and gasped.
"Is that heavenly smell the cookies, Emmett?" I grinned and held the plate out to her. Smiling at me, she took one. I turned around to do something about the stack of dishes, but I still heard Bella mutter to Edward, "I don't believe it. He actually made edible cookies." Really, the surprise in her voice was downright insulting.
"Just wait until you taste them," Edward muttered darkly. The nerve!
I won't poison your girlfriend, Eddie. Besides, she's my sister too. Edward shot me a venomous glare. All three of us watched Bella as she sunk her teeth into the first cookie.
Bella's Point of View
When I first bit into the cookie, it was pure heaven. The chewiness of the dough combined with the subtle flavours of the chocolate chips and pecans were just about as good as you can get. Unexpectedly, a sharp, sour tang hit my taste buds. Then another. And another. After a few seconds, my heaven had transformed into my own living hell. I had managed to separate the two of the flavours into a lemony tang, and something that tasted faintly cheesy. I abruptly felt sick to my stomach.
Emmett was still watching me anxiously. "Do you like them, Bells?" I nodded weakly, afraid that if I opened my mouth that bite of cookie might come up again with the remnants of my lunch tagging along.
Edward, as always, was my hero. "Come up to my room, Bella. There is something I want to show you." I gratefully took his hand, and let him drag me upstairs. Once we were in the safety of his bedroom, he spoke again. "Are you okay?" I opened my mouth cautiously and decided it might be okay to speak.
"That was the worst thing I have ever tasted."
"I am truly sorry," he apologized. "I knew wouldn't like it, but I did think it would be that bad. You do look a little green though. Are you sure you are alright?"
"I'm good," I said stubbornly. "What were in those cookies, anyway?" Edward winced.
"Emmett was thinking something along the lines of lasagna, Coke, and those lemon candies you like so much." I pulled a face. No wonder they were so gross. "I think he was adding all your favourite foods to them."
"We can't let the rest of the school eat them," I said with conviction. An image of Mike puking in History rose in my mind and my stomach rolled in response."
He winced. "I know," he muttered. Suddenly, the wheels in my head started spinning.
"Edward, I have an idea."
Alice's Point of View
After Edward practically dragged Bella out of the room, Emmett turned to the small crowd that had gathered to watch Bella's reaction. "What could be so important in his room that he had to drag them away from the rest of the cookies?" he whined. I opened my mouth to respond, but Rosalie beat me to the punch.
"Never mind Emmie," she purred so seductively that I wanted to gag. "Let's go finish what we started, shall we?" Emmett grinned like a fool as he picked her up in his arms and carried her towards the stairs. They were kissing before they reached the first step. Jasper winced, and I winced for him. I could only imagine what sort of emotions he was receiving at the moment.
"When I gave Emmett permission to do this I never dreamed it could be this much trouble." Carlisle looked anxiously at first Jasper, then me. I opened my mouth to respond when I was hit with another vision.
I am so sorry, Emmett, but they were soooooo good!" Bella was standing in the kitchen with Edward and Emmett and she had the cookie tin in her hands. The only problem was, the tin was empty of all but a few crumbs. Emmett looked at her and grinned.
"No problem, Bella! I'll just make more!" Emmett said enthusiastically. Bella and Edward shared a secret smile and the vision ended.
Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper were all looking at me curiously. I pecked Jasper on the cheek.
"I'll be right back, babe" He looked at me curiously, but didn't ask. I love him for his easy-going nature.
Bella's Point of View
Within moments of me explaining my plan to Edward, Alice was perched on the couch beside me. "This is a great plan, Bella," she squealed enthusiastically. "I already buried the cookies, now all you need to do is hold the tin."
I agreed and Alice, Edward and I crept downstairs. She set the empty tin on the counter, and then frowned.
"Now, who wants to interrupt Emmett and Rosalie to bring him down here?"
I froze, and Edward did the same. I was suddenly very aware of the groans emitting from the third-floor bedroom. Alice took one long look at my horror-struck and tsked.
"You are such a baby, Bella," she accused. "Fine, I have an idea." She shoved me in a chair and thrust the empty tin in my hands. "Look guilty." She spun on her heel and walked into the living room. I heard her pace around for a few seconds before coming back through the doorway.
"Bella!" she shrieked! Upstairs, I heard the groaning stop. "How could you do that to the cookies???" In a flash, Emmett was beside her.
"You ate the cookies?" he asked, incredulity written all over his face. "How could you?"
I can't believe she would do that. Nervously, I cleared my throat. "I'm so sorry Emmett, but they were sooooo good!"
I quietly peeked up at Emmett through my bangs. A grin was slowly spreading across his face. "No problem, Bella!" he exclaimed happily, and I nearly fainted in surprise. "I'll just make more."
I looked at Edward out of the corner of my eye, and he smiled encouragingly at me.
"That's great!" Alice said happily. "Bella and I will even help you."
His expression turned mulish. "No, I want to do this on my own." He turned and ran back up the stairs.
"Oh darn," Alice said. That will make tomorrow much more difficult.
"What?" I asked warily, but she shook her head.
"You will see."
Someone up there hates me. I am sure.
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