A/N Sorry, I haven't written for a while. I was at a loss for how to write the next chapter. AHHHHHHHHH! Frustrating. But, I'm back. Yeah!

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Chapter 3: What's wrong with Bella?

EmPOV

Yeah! My baby's back. I ran straight over to my jeep (vampire speed) and all of its glory as soon as I saw it parked in the driveway. I wrenched open the door to search for Little Emmy (my adorable teddy bear I got for my 72nd birthday) he was no where to by found. I just about tore my jeep apart searching for him. He was gone. That little clumsy human had either taken him or lost him. I shuddered to think of him all alone in the world.

"She's back," I heard Edward whisper with a sigh.

"He's gone," I said.

"Who's gone?" They all screeched at me. For no particular reason I might add.

"Little Emmy," I explained.

"It doesn't matter. I've got to go see Bella. I've to check to make sure that she's OK," Edward said hysterical, as he ran inside. We all followed him.

EPOV

The first thing I saw when I walked through the doorway leading into the living room was, Esme. She was still laughing and rolling around, as she was when we had left earlier today. I wondered if she had been there the entire time we were gone. I wondered if she saw Bella when she returned. I wondered if Bella had even returned. For all I knew she could still be missing.

"Bro, what's with all the devastation I feel coming off of you? She's got to be here. Where else could she be?" Jasper said to me.

Carlisle walked over, and knelt down next to Esme. He asked her, "have you seen Bella?"

I wracked through her thoughts, but all I heard was, HA…HA…HA...SO...HA…FUNNY…HA! It was completely unintelligible, and no help to me.

"I'll check upstairs," Rose said.

About 10 seconds later we heard a call from upstairs. It was Rose she said that she had finally found Bella, and that they were both in Carlisle's study.

My study? Carlisle thought as we all ran upstairs and into his study.

The scene before us was just as shocking as it was unexpected. Half of his books were off the shelves; most of them were strewn across the floor while the other half were behind Carlisle's desk made into some sort of wall, and the very few that weren't in either of these places were on his bookshelves in a complete mess.

There was one single book that looked that it hadn't been thrown with reckless abandon. It was the only book on the top of Carlisle's desk, and it looked as though it had been placed there purposely. I was Carlisle's oldest book, the one that he never let anyone touch and had never told anyone why. It had a purple cover and its pages were orange edged instead of the normal gold edged.

There was at least fifty coffee cups thrown on the floor carelessly.

We could all hear Bella cackling from under his desk. She was behind the wall of books and under his desk, in her own little homemade fort.

As we all took in the room, which looked like a tornado had blown threw it, we heard what sounded like delivery trucks pull into the driveway. We all thought nothing of this, because Alice almost always had more clothes being delivered.

A few minutes later, the door bell rang, and Bella squealed and crawled out from under his desk. She raced down the stairs to answer the door.

"What's wrong with Bella?" Emmett asked, nobody answered, because nobody knew.

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