[A/N] I got bored on my vacation, so I decided to write this chapter and have started on another one, and the reason I got this on so fast was because, my mom and I went to a mickey D's that had internet access and I just so happened to have my laptop. So here it is, I wrote this on a boat, and I hope that my sea-sickness pacifies you curiosity!

R&R

-Falcon

Here's to, all my regular reviewers, thanks again!

Song for this chapter

Nobody's Home – Avril Lavigne

"Would you like to dance?" Carlisle asked, extending his arm towards the dance floor. His body language was confusing me, or the more correct words, his emotions.

One minute he's possesive, the next he's giddy and now he's serious.

"Yes, yes I would," I said, after what felt like a decade of him staring at me with … I couldn't quite place the emotion.

I lead him to the dance floor, the unfortunately very, very, very crowded dance floor.

The next song started, my luck was with me, it was a slow song. Well, slower, anyway.

Nobody's Home
I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it everday
And I couldn't help her
I just watched her make
The same mistakes again

What's wrong what's wrong now
Too many too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs

[Chorus]
She wants to go home
But nobody's home
That's where she lies
Broken inside
With no place to go
No place to go
To dry her eyes
Broken inside

Open your eyes
And look outside

Find the reasons why
You've been rejected
Now you can't find
What you've left behind

Be strong be strong now
Too many too many problems
Don't where she belongs
Where she belongs

"You look… There's no words for how beatiful you are," he said, a slight grin still laced on to his wonderfully beatiful face.

Ew.. Edward's dad, Edward's dad, I couldn't possibly fall in love with him, my heart belongs to one and only one. Face it, he left you, what's up with that stupid voice in the back of my head?

"Thank you," I responded to his earlier comment, "You look really nice, too."

That was the first time I took into account, what he was wearing,

A white suit with a Blood Red undershirt, and red corset, he had his Blone hair smoothed back straight and a Black watch with Red lining that fit his outfit really well. He also had almost every girl in the place giving him goo-goo eyes, and even a few boys.

I didn't like that last part, he was mine. Wait, where did all the possesiveness come from?

"What are you thinking?" Carlisle asked, looking into his eyes, I couldn't help but fall into a puddle of goo, and give him what he commanded.

"I don't like the way, everyone's looking at you," I admitted, looking down, I was nervous what I had said made him mad, "Are you mad?"

"Far from it, actually,"

What did he mean by that? I didn't think he would tell me, so I instead saved my breath to ask another question, "Are you really him?" I didn't expect it to sound like that, "I mean-"

"I know what you mean, and yes, I really am the person who sent those letters." He heaved a deep sigh, pain filling his eyes, I wanted to take back my question if it was giving him sorrow, I didn't mean too.

"But how, are you not married?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

"No I'm not, Esme… she left," he began, but when he continued all he could do was stutter. Eventually I figured out what he meant. She left because she found someone better, not Carlisle, that's for sure.

"I understand Carlisle, I'm sorry."

I felt as if I should cry and feel sorry for him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was giddy, giddy because he's not married and I would never even consider thinking about doing that to him, let alone actually do it.

"What are you sorry for?" He started, he wasn't finished though, and I didn't want to interrupt, "There's nothing to be sorry for, you didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm sorry for what she did to you, and what you must have gone through, I'm just… sorry."

"So," but he stopped there,

"What, you can tell me," I tried to encourage him.

After a moment of music and semi-silent whispers, he spoke, looking into my eyes, something he hadn't done since I started this conversation.

"I was going to ask… You're not sorry that I sent those letters?" What as ridiculous question.

"Nope, not at all," and it was true.

[A/N] Well… I hope you liked it, if you did, or even if you didn't, please review!

I'll try and update as soon as possible, and thanks for sticking with my story and I hope you continue too!

By the way when I said I was going to Minnesota, I meant Rochester, Minnesota aka. My hometown, so if any of you guys live in Minnesota, please, let me know!

Go Vikings, Timberwolves and the Twins!

-Falcon