Chapter Three: Nessie

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Brown eyes, similar to my own, watched me carefully as I moved around the room, pacing.

"Bella-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"You gotta-"

"NO."

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!"

"God damn it Nessie!" I stopped, looking at my younger cousin who sat on my couch. Sighing, I plopped down next to her. "Sorry for yelling. I know you're trying to help. Really. I'm just so...fucking frustrated. How the hell am I suppose to do this when I can't come up with anything? Nothing! Not a single thing will come to mind, and I just..." I trailed off as Nessie grabbed my hand.

Her round face was very similar to mine, with her big brown eyes, and red cheeks. The only difference being my fuller lips and my lighter hair. People were always asking us if we were twins.

Actually, her mother and my mother were the twins. When Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Mark died, I was only 7 or 8, leaving Nessie alone and parent-less at only 6. She came to live with us, and we grew to be very close. She was like the little sister my mother could never give me.

She knows all about the dreams and, like Jessica, how they've just suddenly stopped. She came to Savannah to visit from Atlanta where she was studying to become a nurse. And I really did know that she was trying to help, but I just couldn't take it. Between Jessica on my ass about all the interviews, my mother constantly calling and my dad being on bedrest from two broken legs-yeah, I get my klutzy-ness from him- I hadn't had time to just stop and think about this all.

Plus, I knew Nessie wanted to get home to her fiance, Jacob Black, a childhood friend.

"I know, Bell. I just hate seeing you this way." Her brown eyes filled with concern and like a switch all my anger was gone.

Sighing, I kissed her forehead and said, "Thanks Ness. I love you."

Laughing, she replied with a "You too, sis."

Standing up, I grabbed her into a hug. "Now get home to that hunk of a man you have, Vanessa Wolfe. I'm totally jealous."

She just rolled her eyes at me, already knowing the reason I wasn't out meeting and dating other guys. As stupid as it may sound, I always felt like I was cheating on my sweet angel.

Now, I'm no virgin or anything- I've made it around the block a couple times, if you catch my drift- but my angel was there every night, wanting me somewhere different each time.

Now, I have nothing.

And thosands of people are counting on me to write another book when I can't figure out how I'm going to end the series.

This shit was seriously killing me.

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