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"Where did I put my keys? Did I leave them in my jacket?" I could hear Bella mumble to herself. I rolled over and saw her searching all the pockets of all her pants until she found her keys.

"Morning," I groaned sleepily, rolling out of bed.

"Morning, Bailey. Did you sleep well?" My cousin asked while pulling her shoes on.

"For the most part. But I'm still kind of tired."

"Well, would you like to join me for some breakfast then I'll go to school and prepare everyone for you for tomorrow." Bella smiled.

I agreed and half stumbled down the stairs after her. We sat in the tiny kitchen and both ate a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios with a banana.

"Everyone seemed to like you, Bailey. Edward was staring at you the whole time. Did you notice?" Bella inquired.

I looked up from my cereal.

"No."
"Well, he was. I'll tell him you said hi this morning." Bella was done eating her breakfast and put her bowl in the sink to be washed later.

"Have a good day at school," I called out to her as she walked out the door. I heard her trucks engine start up and drive away. Cleaning up the kitchen didn't take as much time as I thought it would. As the water gushed from the faucet and onto the empty bowls and cups, Edward entered my mind. He was utterly flawless whenever I would see him last night. I tried to push him from my thoughts by reading.

Curling up on the sofa in the living room to read was awesome. Ender's Game was getting really interesting and I just wanted to keep reading. Poor Ender is only a child and is commanding his own little army. Sighing, I put the book away and decided to go take a shower. My dreads were itching like crazy and it was time for a washing.

I let the water pour over me in the shower, letting me get soaked in a wet blanket of warmth. Since I had had them for over a month, I didn't need to use any special treatment on my dreads, expect for the residue free shampoo. I washed them then found my bar of soap and washed the rest of me. To me, it felt like I was washing away Colorado from myself. Going back to visit was always an option, but I don't want to go back just yet.

Grabbing two towels when I was done, I went back to my room and pulled on the cream skirt I wore yesterday and a dark blue three quarter length shirt. I wrapped my hair in a towel and opened up my guitar case. The Taylor guitars that my parents had bought me for my 14th birthday seemed to glow in its case. I carefully picked it up, tuned it, and started to play. It was comforting playing my guitar, the simple songs I would write when I was bored filled the house. Maybe life here wouldn't be so bad?

By 1, I was beginning to get cabin fever. My dreads were dry but I didn't have to put wax in them till tomorrow, I had eaten lunch, cleaned up the kitchen again and I had finished Ender's Game. With nothing else to do, I laid down on the couch and curled up with a blanket, trying very very hard not to think about Edward.

I was standing in an empty white room alone. There were no windows, no furniture, not even a door. How did I get in here? I started to panic. When I went to tug on my dreads, they weren't there anymore. I started freaking out. Looking down, I saw that my necklace was gone as well, and my beautiful skirt was replaced with solid white pants and my shirt with a long sleeve white one. What did I do to deserve this? I banged on the walls of the room, trying to get free, to get out of this nightmare. CRASH! I looked behind me and saw a tall figure standing in an opening.

"I've come to free you," said the figure with a voice better than velvet. I followed him, his bronze hair catching the sunlight as he led me outside. Looking up into his green eyes, my heart melted and my knees went weak. I fell to the ground. Holding out his hand to help me up, I took it, and noticed that everything was back to normal; my hair, my clothes, my necklace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled at him, wanting to never be away from my savior. He smiled back, and leaned in to press his beautiful lips to my own. I closed my eyes and –

"Bailey! Are you home?" Bella had just walked in the door.

"Yea. Just taking a nap. How was school?" I was still on the couch, wishing to go back to finish my dream.

"Boring as usual. I got work later but do you wanna head over to the Cullen's? We usually hang out over there after school." Bella asked while grabbing her smock for work off the rack.

"Sure. Let me go get my shoes." I rushed upstairs and slipped on my hemp sandals.

We got into Bella's ancient truck and headed over to the Cullen's.

I really hoped I looked ok.

Edward's POV

Why is it that the last class of the day is always the longest? Mrs. Meyer seemed to just go on and on about the French Revolution but no one was really listening. Looking up at the clock every five minutes didn't seem to help either. I was eager to go and see Bailey. I didn't like her; I just wanted to make sure she had a good day by herself before school would start for her. Maybe I'll ask her if she wants to sit with us at lunch tomorrow. Damn you, Alice! Why did you have to keep talking about her at lunch? My thoughts kept going back to my dream. If only Emmett hadn't woken me up, I would've gotten to kiss those perfect lips.

RRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!

Finally. School was over. Rushing to the parking lot, I waited for Emmett and Alice to get to the Volvo. Jasper's car was on the right side of mine and Bella's was on the left. Everyone came out and once.

"My house or yours?" Jasper asked, unlocking his car so Rosalie and him could get in.

"My house. Bella, are you gonna go pick up Bailey?" I asked, trying to act cool.

"Yea. I got work later though so someone has to take her home." Bella replied.

"Ok, we'll get it worked out at my house. We'll meet you there."

Alice and Emmett climbed into my car and we sped out of the high school parking lot. It only took about five or so minutes to get home. Rosalie was just seconds behind us and pulled up next to me. We all got out of our cars and went inside.

"MOM! We're home! Everyone's here." Emmett shouted as soon as we walked into our house.

Our mom came out of the kitchen holding a vase of freshly cut flowers.

"Hello. Did you all have a good day at school?" Mom asked everyone. She placed the vase on top of my piano.

We all said something interesting that had happened and Mom listened. She was great; always listening to us, and making sure we were ok.

"Where's Bella?" Mom asked, heading back into the kitchen.

"She went to go get Bailey. They should be here any minute," Alice fluidly glided across the hallway and up the stairs to drop off her backpack in her room. Moments later, Bella and Bailey came in through the front door. Bailey looked at me and a smile appeared across her face.

"Bella, honey, is that you?" Mom asked, walking back into the room.

"Yes and this is my cousin, Bailey," Bella introduced her cousin to Mom and she lit up.

"Oh, Bailey. That's such a beautiful name. You may call me, Esme. Everyone else does"

"Thank you very much, Esme." Bailey smiled warmly at my mother.

Everyone was gathered in our basement, watching TV. I led Bailey down there as well. She looked amazing today in her dark blue shirt. It seemed to just hug her curves and taunt me at the same time.

Bailey smiled at everyone while sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch.

"So, what did you do today, Bailey?" Alice asked while flipping though a fashion magazine.

"I read, played my guitar, slept for a little bit, and washed my dreads. You know, the normal stuff. What about you? How was school?" Bailey asked, twisting a portion of loose hairs into a little ball and sticking it into a dread.

Everyone had his or her own opinion of school, which was not all that positive. We talked among ourselves, eating pretzels and half listening to the radio.

"Shit," Bella cursed, "I gotta be a work. Edward, can you take Bailey home later?" Her eyes were pleading with me.

"Sure, no problem," I heard myself say.

What did I just get myself into?