Everything 'Twilight' belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Another filler-type chapter. Savor it, 'cause yeah, it's a-comin'! ;)

Does anybody like Florence and the Machine's music? :)

I spend the next two weeks between packing and trying to spend time with Edward. He surprised me a few days ago by offering to go to the store to pick up some things at the store that I had forgotten and needed. When everything is double-checked and even checked a third time, I finally have time to sit down and relax—or, at least try to relax.

"Isabella, are you ready?" Angela calls me from the car.

It's 4am on a Saturday; Angela told me three days ago that we would leave on Saturday so that I could be given Sunday to unwind and prepare for the start on Monday. Edward is awake and is busy bringing my luggage out to the waiting SUV for me. I only packed the essentials – my stuff—jeans, shorts, t-shirts, et cetera. I already knew that the hair and make-up people would be arriving with the 'camera-ready clothes'. I look around one last time, and then watch Edward walking back inside, and over to me.

I throw my arms around him and cling onto him; he squeezes me back just as hard.

"I'll miss you," he whispers into my hair.

I nod against his shoulder, trying not to cry. It's okay, because Angela comes busting through my door a moment later, looking annoyed.

"C'mon, Bella; we have to get there two hours early, and there's still Customs to get through." She taps her foot.

I don't say anything as I continue my hold on Edward.

"Bella," Angela says, softer this time. "Let's go."

It's Edward who let's go first; if I had it my way, he would be coming with me—or I'd just find a way to stuff him into my suitcase.

I eventually release my hold when my brain suddenly kicks in, telling me to be careful, to not become too attached again.

"I'll see ya when you get back," he tells me.

I nod, and Angela all but pushes me out the door.

We get into the SUV and since I'm on the side that faces my house, I look out as we pull down the street, staring at Edward who watches me go. I turn back around in my seat and sigh, clearing my throat.

"We'll wait until we're on the plane to go through everything," Angela tells me.

I nod; I know that this is her way of being sympathetic; I think she understands how I feel. She once told me—back in the beginning—that in order to get to where you want to be, you must sacrifice certain parts of your life. If you're willing to do that, you will be okay; I'm not sure if I believe her or not.

I turn back to the window to stare at the cloudy sky, and watch the roads that I've seen countless times.

"Okay," Angela says once we're both seated on the plane.

I buckle myself in and sigh, listening to her tell me what's on the agenda.

"We're heading to Los Angeles first, and from there we'll be going to Phoenix, Arizona; Denver, Colorado. We'll hit parts of Nashville, hit Indianapolis from there; Pittsburgh will be on our way to New York. Sound good?" she says.

I give her a nod.

I my iPod on and block out the rest of the world, texting Edward quickly to tell him we're about to take off.

Be safe. I love you, baby girl. –e

The captain comes on and says we're ready for take-off; I send another quick text before shutting off my phone.

I LOVE YOU TOO, –B

I turn it off and slip it into my bag, and lean back in the first class seat, trying to relax as Florence and The Machine's Heavy In Your Arms comes on through my earphones.