A/N: I could give you a million and one reasons about the lack of updating.. but who cares? Just know that next chapter will definitely be longer and it will be up next week. (:

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BPOV:

"I don't know if I want to go," Edward said, still staring at the letter in his hands.

That I understood. Not personally, but from what Edward had told me about his parents. To say that they lost touch with him after high school would be a complete understatement. To say that they disowned him would be the perfect description.

Edward had been making such great progress. He was learning to deal with life and rejoining it. He seemed much happier than when I first saw him. I didn't want this to be a setback. I definitely didn't want him to get hurt.

But then, what if it could be a good thing? What if his parents wanted to apologize to him? Make up for lost time and all that.

"You don't have to go," I softly spoke, stroking his hair, "it's your choice. They can't force you to go. What do you really want to do?"

"I don't know! I'm so used to holidays coming and going. And getting nothing from them. A part of me wants to go and be with all the family again. But the other part of me thinks about what they put me through or lack of. They were never there, Bella."

"Well, we don't have to think about it right now. There's still a week left until Thanksgiving.. so just think about it. You don't have to make a decision right now." I reassured him and he nodded.

**

EPOV:

I still wasn't sure of what to do.

I confided in Bella about the letter, but she couldn't help me with it. Nobody could. This was my decision. I told Bella because I wanted to be more open with her. To show her that I do trust her and I want her to be a part of my life.

I honestly didn't know what to do. Which is why I was outside of my brothers apartment, ringing the doorbell.

"Hey, bro!" Emmett answered the door with a big goofy grin on his face. "What brings you here?"

He stepped back to let me in and I made my way to the living room. It seemed Rosalie had decorated it accorded to her desire. Of course my goofball brother wouldn't mind. She could spit on his face and by fine with it as long as it made her happy.

"Where's Rosalie?" I asked, biting my lip. A nervous habit that I had acquired from Bella.

"Out shopping with Alice. Why, what's up? Want a beer?"

"No, thanks. I'm good. I actually wanted to talk to you about.. Mom and Dad."

Emmett, who was opening the beer bottle, pressed it too hard against the coffee table and the cap flew to the other side of the room. The foam began to flow over the top of the bottle.

"What about them?" Emmett said, licking the foam off the bottle.

"Well, they sent me a letter to come spend Thanksgiving at their place. And I'm not sure what to do. They've never asked me before. And I don't know what incentive they had to suddenly invite me. I just.. I really don't know what to do."

"So you came to your big brother for help?" he smirked.

"Emmett, please. I'm really lost on what to do," I pleaded.

Emmett nodded and went over the different situations that I could get myself into, should I go.

If I did go, then they would either slyly offend me in various different ways. They would mock me and my way of living. Saying I haven't changed a bit. All they did in my last year of high school was call me a waste of space.

There was the second scenario if I went; they could be nice. Welcome me with open arms and say how much they missed me. That was Emmett's thought. I knew that would never happen. 'It could happen', Emmett had pushed.

Then there were the scenario's if I didn't go. My parents would shun me for the rest of my life. Or they would be extremely sad or offended.

Every situation seemed like a lose/lose bet. Maybe it was my pessimistic way of thinking. But I just didn't see how they would be different.

"You know, they're not as bad as they used to be. I think without kids living under their rough, they've become nicer. I think they miss you, Ed."

"And how would you know all this?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I don't. It's just a hunch."

"Em.. you've seen them, haven't you?" I sighed, leaning back and rubbing my face.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, man. What was I supposed to do? You hurt them bad! You were always such a punk and then to get into that accident.. I'm sorry, okay? But they always invited me around for the holidays. I couldn't exactly say no."

"It's fine," I sighed. "I get. I really do. It's just.. it sucks. I didn't know you kept in touch with them."

"I'm sorry about that. But really, my advice? I think you should go. Give it a shot.. try to be nice to them and get to know them again. They're really different now."

"I.. don't know."

"Look, they've never invited you before, right? They must have invited you for a reason. You know Mom and Dad.. random isn't exactly one of their assets. Maybe they're sorry and want to apologize. Get to know you again and see how you're doing."

"If they wanted to know that, why couldn't they just pick up the phone?"

"You know Dad. He always likes to do things the professional way; face to face."

"True. I guess I better go. Rosalie will be home soon and I don't want to listen to how many Gucci tops she bought," I smirked, knowing that that was what Emmett was going to have to endure.

"Thanks," he muttered sarcastically.

"Edward? Just.. think about it. Okay?"

"Okay." I agreed and let myself out.

**

The next day, I talked to Bella about my conversation with Emmett.

"And do you think you should go?"

"I'm not sure.. maybe? If I don't, then I'll never know what could have happened or could have been, you know? Emmett says they've changed.. but their attitudes to him were always different than their attitudes to me."

I sighed to myself, trying to still all the thoughts in my head. After talking with Emmett, it creates a fresh sea of new thoughts.

"I think I want to go. Just to see.. and if I don't go now, then I'll wonder about it. And as Emmett said, they might never ask me again."

"So you want to go?" Bella asked.

"Yeah.. I think so. But I'll only go on one condition."

"And what's that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"If you'll go with me," I smiled.

"Oh.. Edward. I don't know," she said, biting her lip. "They're your parents and they want to see you, not me. And I've never met them before. Afterall, this is their first time seeing you and I don't want to ruin that.

"Please, Bella?" I asked, gripping her hands in mine. "I can't do this without you. The only way I can go there is with your support; knowing that you're there. Please?"

I tried to convey my emotion in my eyes and put on my puppy dog pout which apparently works for some guys to get what they want. Usually, I wouldn't do this. But I wanted to try and see if it would work. And I really wanted Bella to go with me.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. I grinned in triumph, knewing I had her.

"Fine, Edward. I'll go with you to your parents house."