A/N: One important thing to say (well two really): Yes Phil is creepy, and he will continue to get weirder.

The second thing is that you will notice completely different side to Bella once she goes back to school. When she's around Charlie and Edward, her mind connects them to her seven year old memories, therefore she thinks of them in the same way as a seven year old; trusting and slightly naïve. When she goes back to school, she has nothing to connect it with and basically freaks out, hence the reason for appearing so calm in the last chapter.

She has barely any social skills or experiences so don't expect everything to run smoothly from now on.

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Now for a new school day.

Bella Swan

Sept 5th

I made sure to set my alarm last night after over-sleeping yesterday. The last thing I needed was to miss more school and for everyone else to have time to circulate rumours about my mysterious disappearances.

I had come to a conclusion last night. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed to see a therapist of some sort to help me sort out what the hell was going through my head. I didn't want to appear to be a nutcase to the rest of the world and I didn't want to be a burden on Edward and Charlie.

I hated the idea of therapists. Even the word is bad: therapist, the/rapist. The thought of sitting there while some stranger asks how you feel and what happened to you is off putting. I hoped to get someone who would say 'You're fine' or be an actual human being.

I also had to see a doctor to have a check-up on my old bruises and scars. I had a nasty cut on my back a few years ago and it got infected so the scar is a particularly surprising shade of green. Also I had broken my arm and leg before and had never had a cast on so they would need to be checked out.

Amazed with myself, I wondered where all of this had come from. I had never wanted to see a doctor purely for a check-up. I also had never even considered a therapist. I suppose that maybe the fact I always looked at myself as 'damaged goods' meant that I wanted to repair myself a bit more.

After a few minutes of thinking to myself, the annoyingly generic buzzing of the alarm clock went off. I pulled Edward's arm off me and sat up to turn it off. He stirred but rolled over.

"Wake me up in ten minutes," was all he muttered.

I rolled off the bed and stretched as I stood up, my tiny twin bed was a bit cramped with the two of us in it. Rubbing my shoulder to try and get some feeling back into it, I grabbed my outfit for the day and dragged myself to the bathroom. The shower woke me up but I still dressed in an almost daze-like state.

Edward was still asleep when I went back in to get him up. He ignored my attempts and pulled the sheets over his head when I stood over him. I had a strong feeling he had a great big smirk on his face and was enjoying this too much. Sighing in frustration, I started to walk over to the door, only to take a running leap onto him.

He yelped in shock and sat up, causing me to slip down from my landing place on his chest to his legs. I couldn't help laughing at him, his face was covered by the sheet and he was struggling to free his arms to pull it off. Once it was off, and his face was exposed, a new fit of giggles erupted when I took in the sight of his bed-head and expression.

His hair always had a life of it's own, but this was completely different. It was sticking up on end in most parts, adding about another foot to his already tall height. In other places it was flattened and matted from where he had slept on it. His face was in shock from my actions.

"What the hell was that for?" he demanded.

"Well you left me with no choice," I said through my giggles.

His face went serious for a moment. "Well then you leave me with no other choice than to take out my revenge."

I laughed in his face. "And how would you do that?" I wondered where my confidence had come from.

An evil smirk twisted it's way onto his face.

"As I remember you used to be extremely ticklish." My face paled, how did he remember that? I slowly inched my way down his legs while he leaned over towards me.

"You wouldn't-" I was cut off by him launching himself at me. He knocked me backwards and started to assault my body with his hands. I lost all control and started to writhe around the bed, laughing my head off.

"Please…stop…stop it! You win," I said breathlessly, still trying not to laugh more.

"Sorry? Didn't catch that," he said.

I groaned, "You win, I give up." He smiled and stopped. I tried to sit up but banged my head against his. I didn't realise how close we had been.

"Ow!" we both said. I closed my eyes for a few moments, trying to wait for my breathing to return to normal and for the throbbing to pass. I opened them again only to find a strange expression on Edward's face.

He looked at me… differently, as if I was valuable to him. I couldn't place the emotions or recognise them. It made me feel a bit strange and I was now aware of how close he was to me. I felt awkward and so spoke up.

"Um, are you going to sit on me all day or are you not even thinking about school at all?"

He shook his head a few times and got up quickly, muttering an apology before racing out of the room to get ready. I brushed off his change in attitude and went downstairs to make breakfast.

Due to my habit of waking early, we had loads of time before school started. I turned on the radio and set about collecting the ingredients for pancakes. Edward came down just as I had finished the mixture. He stopped dead when he spotted the clock on the wall.

"Please tell me that's wrong," he pleaded, slumping down onto a chair.

"Nope, it's the right time," I said as I poured some mixture into a greased frying pan. He groaned behind me.

"But we have another forty-five minutes before we even have to leave for school, and then we will probably be ten minutes early. I'm usually only up ten minutes before class starts." He looked wrecked. I would have felt sorry for him if it wasn't for that fact that he had gone to sleep at the same time as me. How could someone look so bad if they had gotten ten hours of sleep? We didn't even stay up late, we went to bed early.

I shook my head and laughed at him again. Only he could be so dramatic over getting up early.

Finishing the last pancake, I split up the stack between the two plates, giving Edward the one with the significantly larger amount. He stared at me when I put the plate in front of him and sat down.

"What?" I asked as I got the syrup out of the cupboard.

He gestured between his plate with six large pancakes and mine with two small ones.

"So?"

He grabbed the syrup once I was finished and swallowed the large bite he had taken before answering me.

"You have to be hungry, you barely ate half the pizza last night. I ate mine and the rest of yours and I'm starving. There is no way that you can eat that little."

I shrugged, a little uncomfortable by his observations. "I guess I have a small appetite."

He stood up and slid two of his pancakes onto my plate. I tried to argue but he wasn't backing down. "We're not leaving until you finish them. I'm not letting you go to school on an empty stomach."

I shoved most of the pancakes down my throat, I usually didn't eat much anyway. I had a slim figure and didn't need too much food. After eating the pancakes, I didn't feel sickeningly full but not starving either.

After cleaning up we decided to head to school. The mist had settled from last night but a heavy fog threatened to envelope the town.

My truck sat in the driveway from where Alice had dropped it back. I ventured over to it only to have Edward drag me forcefully down to his car. He realised I was as stubborn as him but not as equally matched in strength. I had no choice but to get into the Volvo.

"Remind me again why I am incapable of driving myself to school?" I huffed as I put on the seat belt.

Edward smirked as he started the car, the purr of the engine was virtually silent compared to the roar of the truck. "You're not incapable, just a little unsafe on the roads," he laughed when he took in my expression, "and plus what's the point of taking two cars if we are going over to my place later?"

I gawked at him, "Since when were we going to your house?"

He pulled out of my street and onto the highway, "Since Alice and Mom wanted to see you so badly they threatened to take away my car if I didn't bring you over."

I softened up when his face became terrified for the well-being of his car. He must love it more than his own family. The drive was quiet after that, only occasional small-talk popping up. I felt more comfortable today with Edward, and a little more relaxed about going to school. I was a bit apprehensive about going to his house though. I hadn't seen Carlisle or Esme in years and what if they didn't like what I had become? What if they hated me for being a burden on their son and family?

I pushed those thoughts out of my head and opened the door when Edward parked the car. He chuckled and got out as well. "You can't let me be an gentleman for a minute, can you?" He laughed.

I just smiled and started to walk towards the cluster of buildings that was becoming more familiar but also holding a few bad memories because of my last two days in them.

I happily walked with Edward to the double period of Biology, our first class of the day. I still wasn't completely ready to speak to any of the teachers yet. I concluded that Edward, Alice and Charlie were the only people I felt comfortable talking to.

I grew nervous as we walked in the door. Edward sensed this and grabbed my hand, leading me over to our table. I gained a few stares once I came in the door and Edward's gesture did not go unnoticed. Two of the girls sitting a couple of desks up from us gaped at us and starting whispering loudly to each other.

"… what's he doing holding her hand?"

"He can't be with her, he just can't. After all the effort we put into trying to go out with him, she just waltzes in and is holding hands with him on her third day."

I ducked my head and sat down, trying to become part of the desk by slouching further into the stool. I attempted to slip my hand out of Edward's but he had a firm grasp on it. I took out my notepad and doodled aimlessly, waiting for the class to start.

Edward nudged me with his elbow while we waited, to get my attention. "Are you going to use that today?" he pointed at the notepad.

I nodded, "Just with the teachers and some other people."

He smiled when I spoke and nodded. "You're making progress already."

I laughed and stopped abruptly when Mike Newton stopped dead beside our desk. He gaped at me when I spoke and shook his head before continuing on. Edward gripped the desk tightly with his hands and stared menacingly at Mike's back.

"Still haven't forgiven him yet?" I muttered.

He shook his head, "No and he has been saying some things about you that make him deserve to be punched. Emmett had to be restrained yesterday by Jasper and Tyler when he overheard him."

I frowned. "What had he been saying?"

Edward closed his eyes and shook his head, "You don't need to know."

I nodded slowly and got back to my doodling. I figured I would find out soon enough anyway. If Jasper knew then Alice would know, I could always ask her.

Mr Molina burst into the classroom, brandishing five small plastic containers. He walked up to the front and stood before the class. "Dissection," he announced proudly.

A collective cheer came from the male, and some of the female, population of the class. I groaned. I had tried to dissect a frog before in Phoenix but had passed out halfway through. I made up the credit by writing a five page paper on the lab. I started to write something to Edward on my notepad.

Do you think he will let me off if I have already done the lab?

Not two seconds later, he had replied.

He would let you off. You don't like dissection then?

I hate it. Passed out the last time I had to do it. I wrote a paper instead of completing the lab to make up the credit.

Edward had raised his hand just before I had finished the note. I slipped it in between some on my books when Mr Molina walked up to us.

"Yes, Mr Cullen?"

"Bella has done this lab is Phoenix but wrote the paper instead of doing the dissection. Could we sit out on this?"

Mr Molina looked at me. "You feel a bit nauseous when it comes to these kind of things?"

I nodded. He smiled.

"Well, I suggest that the best thing to do is be anywhere but here for this period. These things tend to stink once there opened up," he waved a box to show the dead creature. He motioned for Edward to follow him to the front. I packed up my belongings as Edward collected the hall passes and note.

We walked out of the room, well he walked, I ran. The cool air hit us once we opened the door. I longed to find somewhere dry, and preferably warm, to sit. We walked away from the room to a large building close to the cafeteria. Edward opened the door for me and waved me inside.

The room took up the entire building. It had a few rows of bookshelves but was too small to be called a library. Desks and chairs and old couches were dotted around the place. A teacher sat at one end with his feet on the table, reading a newspaper. A few students sat around the place, reading, chatting or doing work.

"What is this place?" I whispered to Edward.

"It doesn't really have a name. Students come here if they have been excused from class or have a free period."

He walked over to the teacher and handed him the note. The teacher smiled at the two of us.

"Ah Edward, what brings you here?"

"Bella wasn't feeling too well in Biology so Mr Molina excused us from doing the dissection."

The teacher nodded, not even looking at the note or checking our hall passes. "Are you going to be in class later?" he asked Edward

Edward nodded and lead me over to an empty corner, away from most of the other students. We sat down on the battered couch in front of a large table. For about ten minutes, neither of us broke the silence. It wasn't awkward but I had to ask Edward something about earlier.

"What did Mike say about me yesterday?"

He tensed but sighed and began to tell me. "He said that he wanted to make you talk. He said he wanted to make you his. That's the… diluted version, I don't think I could handle repeating the real version."

I nodded numbly, knowing from Edward's expression that Mike had been more vulgar than I had thought. I looked over to the sound of the door opening across from us. Alice and Jasper ran in, dripping wet from the rain that must have started. Alice giggled at something Jasper whispered to her. She spotted us and waved, saying something to Jasper before running to join us.

"Hey Bella," she said excitedly and took a seat across from me and Edward. Edward grunted in her direction and fixed his attention to something a foot above my head. I smiled at her and mumbled a hello. She beamed at me and scowled at her brother.

"What?" he asked.

She shook her head, "Not even any greeting for your own sister, I'm ashamed of you Edward." If it wasn't for the fact I knew how terrifying Alice could be when riled up, I would have laughed at her seriousness.

Edward stuck his tongue out at her like a child and turned away. Jasper joined us and smiled in greeting to me. Alice was bouncing out of her seat, seeming constantly excited, or high on sugar and caffeine.

"So, are you coming over today?" she asked me.

"Yes." Her eyes lit up and Edward stared at her.

"Alice, whatever you are thinking, I strongly oppose it."

She frowned and slumped back against her chair.

"But it's only a sleepover. We could have loads of fun," she turned to me, babbling at high speed, "we could watch movies, order food in, and do my favourite past time ever!"

Edward cocked one eyebrow, "Which is what, exactly?"

Alice shrugged, smiling slightly to herself, "Annoying the hell out of you and Emmett of course."

Edward scowled while Jasper hid a laugh. I still wasn't sure how to respond to Alice's invitation. I would have said no straight away if it wasn't for her determination and enthusiasm for it. I thought about all of the pros and cons, and grudgingly agreed when the pros outweighed the cons.

"Fine, I agree to the torture-, sorry, sleepover."

Jasper and Edward laughed while Alice feigned being hurt. Her expression didn't last long and soon she was on her cell, texting someone.

Edward tried to look at her cell but she kept hiding the screen from him.

"Who are you texting?" he asked after he gave up trying to peek at her text.

"I was texting Mom but not I'm texting the planner."

I almost choked, "I thought this was a sleepover."

Alice looked at me as if I had three heads. "Yes it's a sleepover, but it's a Cullen sleepover and we, especially me and Mom, don't do things halfway. It's all the way or nothing."

I paled, not only was I being dragged to their house but I had to attend a sleepover with the extravagance of a Hollywood party. My week keeps getting better.

A/N: I know I'm a review pig but it would be so awesome (new favourite word) to get to 100 (or more, I'm not picky ,) by chapter 10.

I know I always ask for reviews but it is a bit discouraging to log in and find over 500 new hits to your story but only 13 reviews. I don't care if you write 'good' 'bad' 'crap' or even 'hi', a review is a review.