A/N: WeasleyWeakness asked how old they were. Bella is 18 and Edward is 22. Hope that clears things up. And yes, there is so much more beneath the surface that we haven't even scratched yet. But don't worry...the bus ride is usually 3 days long.

I bring you the third chapter out of the depths of my broken soul. And I am fully intending on somehow getting Kellan back on 90210.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Bella POV

I was so tired. All I wanted to do was fall asleep as soon as my butt touched the seat on the bus. Of course, I knew with my luck I wouldn't get any sleep on this trip, it was just how my life worked and something I'd gotten used to a long time ago.

It was also just my luck that just as I got on the bus, the baby decided to use my bladder as a punching bag. I knew I still had time and I quickly made a break for the nearest bathroom before I wet myself...again. By the time I made it back outside to the bus everyone was already boarded and the bus was running. I waddled as quick as I could to the door and climbed up the steps, smiling sheepishly at the bus driver who rolled his eyes and checked my ticket.

It was then that I realized my predicament. The bus was almost completely full, except for one seat. It seemed fate was out to get me as I walked down the aisle to where the bronze haired man sat, intently reading his book. I cleared my throat and he looked up, his bright green eyes capturing mine and I momentarily forgot how to speak.

"I...uh...I... is that seat taken?" I repeated his words from earlier, hoping I could do them as much justice as he had and knowing that I couldn't.

He smiled at me and shook his head, standing up to let me slide past him as best I could with my enormous protruding belly, until I had settled myself in and leaned back against the seat. Five minutes later the bus pulled out from the station, and went onto the highway just as the sun started to lose it's brightness, lighting the sky up with a fiery orange. I watched the buildings pass by me as my eyelids grew heavier and heavier until finally they closed. The gentle humming of the engine below my feet and the babble of quiet murmurs lulling me to sleep.

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It was completely quiet and still when I opened my eyes. The lights on the interior of the bus had been dimmed and I could hear the snores and deep breathing the filled the air around me. I wondered how the driver could stand it, having to listen to people sleeping while he drove late into the night. To my surprise however, my neighbor was wide awake. His cell phone was lighting up his features as he used his fingers on the touch screen so fast they blurred.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't wake you did I?" I looked from his hands to see him staring at me intently and even in the dim lighting I could still see the sparkle in his eyes.

"No." I said, clearing my throat. "I don't think so anyway."

He smiled and then finished typing before slipping his phone back in his pocket and turning his head to look at me again.

"I'm Edward Cullen by the way." He held his hand out to me and I took it timidly.

"Bella Swan." I smiled as we shook hands and I ignored the tingles that were slowly spreading up my arm from the way his fingers curled around mine.

I tried to keep the look of disappointment off of my face as he pulled his arm back and rested it in his lap.

"Nice to meet you Bella." He whispered before leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes.

His breathing evened out soon enough and I watched as his eyelids fluttered as though he were seeing something behind them. After a few minutes of staring, I realized what I would look like if he were to wake up at that moment and quickly looked away. It was dark outside and though I could make out some shapes on the side of the road it wasn't doing much but making me feel car sick, so instead I looked down. It was amazing to see how my body was changing to hold this little life inside of me. The way my body was growing proportionally and my stomach had rounded out. When I first found out about the baby I couldn't imagine what I would look in a few months time, but now I had a hard time remembering what I looked like before. It felt like I was staring down at the rest of my life as I cradled my hands around my abdomen and felt the small flutters inside that let me know the baby was awake. Or at least had inherited my restless sleeping. My mom had always recounted the woes of her pregnancy with me when I was younger, laughing when she would tell of my utter restlessness. It made tears prick my eyes when I thought about telling her how my own baby was the same as I had been, like karma, and thinking of how she wouldn't care. Despite my best efforts, I found my mind slowly drifting back to the day I had told her of my pregnancy. The day I had realized that some things never change, and some never stay the same.

(Flashback)

"You know sweetie, if you wouldn't eat so much, maybe you wouldn't be worried about buying new clothes. You're only a few weeks off from leaving for college and..." I rolled my eyes and ignored the rest of my mom's tirade. It seemed like ever since Phil had been gone for training she had been making it her life's mission to become more active in my life. Too bad she was only a little bit too late.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her for weeks now, when I was sure that I was pregnant and not just sick with the flu or stressed out over the amount of work I had to do before I left for college. My boss had noticed the way I had become distant lately and had taken me off a few of my normal shifts, knowing something was wrong, yet feeling it wasn't her place to step in. How right she was.

"Isabella Marie Swan, are you listening to me?" I snapped back to reality as my mom rose her voice a few octaves.

"Sorry mom, just got a little bit distracted."

"Distracted by what? What on earth would you have to be distracted about?" She demanded as she pulled to a stop at a red light. "You're seventeen years old, you have nothing to worry about except what you're going to wear tomorrow."

I bit the inside of my cheek as the anger that was so unlike me flashed behind my eyes, making them fill with the hot angry tears. I had always hated the way I cried when I got angry, and it was even worse know with my hormones gone haywire.

"Mom, just stop okay?" I finally said when I felt the blood pool down into my mouth and slide down my throat, making me nauseous instantly.

"No, I will not stop. You're acting so horrible lately Bella. I thought we had gotten past the angsty dramatic teenager behavior." She snapped and at the same time, so did I.

"Mom, it's not angsty dramatic teenager behavior, or whatever the hell your stupid parenting books want to call it. It's got nothing to do with you and perhaps if you would open up your eyes for two seconds to see something other than Phil you'd realize it."

It was silent as my mom stared at me. The cars behind us honked and I looked up to see the light was green. But my mom didn't move and the cars started to veer around her.

"Oh my God. You're on drugs aren't you." I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes. I really had no idea she was that clueless. Sure, she was always absorbed in the antics of her husband, but that's what love was right? I had just thought she loved me enough to focus that much on me once in a while.

"God mom. No." I cried.

"What, are you huffing? Snorting? Or is it worse than that? Are you playing that game where you cut the oxygen off to your brain..." My mom covered her hand with her mouth as she stared at me. Her hazel eyes wide as she waited for me to confirm her worst fears. The fears that happened to be dead wrong.

"Mom. I'm not doing drugs. I haven't even smoked a cigarette in my entire life."

"Then what is it? Is it alcohol? A gang? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"You could say that." I yelled. "I'm pregnant mom."

"What?" My mom whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

"I. Am. Pregnant." I said with force. It wasn't like me. I wasn't like this. I had never so much as raised my voice at my mom before. I don't even think I had ever thrown a temper tantrum when I was a child. It just wasn't like me. And I could tell that my outburst was scaring her.

"You can't be. You're only seventeen. You just got accepted to Florida State, you...you're going to be a teacher. Like me."

I didn't know what to say. She was sad. She was angry. She was in denial. I could see it written all over her face. Before I had time to apologize, or run, or anything else, I felt her hand across my face. She had slapped me and it wasn't nearly as much as I deserved.

(End flashback)

"Bella?" My eyes fluttered open and I blinked as they adjusted to the light that was now filtering in through the windows. Edward was standing over me, and his beautiful green eyes were boring into mine when I finally met them. "Sorry to wake you, but we stopped and I figured you might need to move around a bit..."

"Thanks." I croaked, clearing my throat quietly as I stood up and picked up my purse from the floor beneath me.

He nodded his head and then walked towards the front of the bus. The blonde girl that was seated there caught his arm as she stood up gracefully from her seat and attached herself to him. I frowned slightly, I hadn't thought he had been with anyone at the bus station. He had seemed alone, but I guess that didn't necessarily mean anything. Maybe they knew each other. I grimaced as a well aimed blow to my rib cage almost made me double over at the same time my stomach let loose a particularly loud rumble. It was then that I was pulled back to reality. Edward may be nice to look at, but he was definitely out of my league. "Our league," I thought as I ran a hand over the front of my dress.Besides, I was damaged goods. No one would ever want me. Not even my own family.

I sighed as I made my way to the front of the bus, trying to keep my eyes from landing anywhere but where Edward was now engaged in a conversation with the blonde. All too soon though, I knew I'd have to pass them.

"So do you have a date to your sister's wedding?" I cringed at the sound of that girls nasally and forced husky voice as I got within five feet of the two of them. Really, how could anyone's voice sound like that? It made me want to clear my own throat and hope she'd do the same. I shuddered and kept walking, maybe if I got close enough they'd move out of my way. I was somewhat of a cautionary whale at the moment. Once I got enough momentum, I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop.

I was getting closer still and they had yet to move, I tried to block out the sound of Edward's smooth voice, knowing it would make my heart stop with just one syllable, as I got closer and closer. And then my luck struck again. It was bad enough that my belly was getting so big that I wasn't able to see my feet clearly...or at all. So when I was walking, I had to be extra careful. Apparently, I wasn't, because my foot caught on the strap of someone's purse and I felt the world pull out from underneath me as I sailed through the air. My instinct took over and I tried to turn myself so that my unborn child would be protected against the pitfalls of my clumsiness. Before I could hit the ground however, two hands shot out and grabbed me around the arms, steadying me as I wobbled on my feet.

"Sorry." I apologized quickly when I looked up to see Edward holding on to me and the girl behind him snickering quietly.

"You okay?"

I nodded my head and pulled my arms out of his grasp gently. He let go, turned, and exited the bus. The blonde girl followed close behind him and I followed her. She sent an angry look over her shoulder but I ignored it as my eyes scanned my unfamiliar surroundings for the things I would need most. First a bathroom and then some food.

A/N: I loved all the reviews and the fact that so many of you alerted this. Thank you all so much, if you've read my profile you'll know that I have a hard time keeping my mind on one thing so reading the reviews really pushes me. So keep them coming and I'll send out sneak peeks for next chapter.
Besos.