A/N: Breaking Dawn was so good. For anyone who hasn't finished it yet I won't talk about it, but it definitely had a big twist, in a good way.

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Now to the sleepover and Bella's torture (and a bit of fun with Emmett, sorry couldn't resist putting him in)

Sept 5th

Edward Cullen

I had to laugh at Bella's comeback. She had gotten more comfortable with both Alice and myself. I think that she had either become comfortable with Jasper as well or forgotten he was there because of his quietness.

We all settled into chatting and catching up with work together quickly. The room was quiet but had the ever present hum of chatter that was created by the small amount of students here. I always enjoyed coming here during free periods or when I could be excused from class.

Mr Fega, (an: lol a friend's teacher who once had to drive the class up to a play on a bus and ended up running out of gas halfway and decided to amuse all thirty of his students by repeatedly running across the busy road until he got cautioned by a policeman) my music teacher, was always supervising here. That was mainly due to his laid-back attitude; he hated the faculty lounge. Also, he had lots of free periods because of the lack of students taking music. My class of nine and a freshman class of seven were the only students he taught.

If any other teacher was supervising here, most students would try and go off campus for their free periods.

I looked around at my friends and sister once I had finished some extra-credit Government work. Jasper was reading a Civil War novel but his interest was obviously captured by Alice as he glanced over to her every time he turned a page.

Alice was engrossed by a fashion magazine. She turned the pages with reverence, as if the next had something more intriguing and she also wanted to save it for future use. I was a bit worried for Bella by Alice's stares at her. She seemed to mentally picture Bella in every dress and outfit on the glossy pages.

Bella simply stared around her. She didn't appear bored or uncomfortable. I couldn't help but remember earlier this morning when I tickled her.

Sometimes Bella did certain things or had certain expressions that were exactly the same as her seven year old self; the way she scrunched her eyes when she laughed, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was about to do something that required her full attention. They were small details but had remained exactly the same even though she had grown up.

Other times, she did things that reminded me that she had grown up. I couldn't help but feel attracted to her. She was beautiful, intelligent, funny. When I had been tickling her this morning, she smiled after she had surrendered and it blew me away, very clichéd but true.

She was also vulnerable, afraid, and in danger, and I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to protect her, to comfort her. Charlie had told me that the only time she slept soundly, without the use of medication, was when I stayed over. He had noticed her changing and asked me to help continue it.

"Earth to Edward, come in idiot."

I jumped when Alice threw her magazine at me. Glaring at her, I passed it to Jasper. "What?"

She grinned at me and took the magazine back, her face falling as she looked at it.

"What's wrong now?" I asked.

She held up the now crinkled pages and mouthed wordlessly before regaining her voice.

"Look at what you did!"

I frowned. "You threw it at me."

She sighed and passed it back to Jasper, giving him her infamous 'my puppy got run over' eyes. He grabbed the magazine and began smoothing out the pages as if it was about to die. She had him whipped and she knew it.

"Well if you hadn't been staring at Bella for ten minutes I wouldn't have to get your attention by using projectiles," she snapped.

I inwardly groaned. Bella was a slight shade of pink so she must had noticed my staring or been alerted to it by Alice. Why did I have to be so obvious?

"What did you want Alice?"

She took back her now-fixed magazine from Jasper and gave him and smile before scowling at me again.

"Well I was saying that you should take Bella home after school, help her get her things and then bring her back to our house at about five. That would give me enough time to set everything up since Mom agreed to help out with whatever is being delivered before then."

I nodded, that was fine by me. I had an hour of time with Bella without my sister before being thrown back into the mad-house. Emmett was going to be annoying since Rosalie was going to a car show in Port Angeles tonight and he wasn't allowed to go. One major accident and you're banned from those things for a year.

Bella shuffled in her seat, staring at the floor. I wanted to know what was bothering her badly. I couldn't exactly just ask her outright in front of Alice and Jasper.

Minutes later, the bell rang, signalling the end of first period. Mike Newton, to my immediate annoyance, ran in through the door towards us, still in his white lab coat. Alice and Jasper left quickly, rushing to whatever class they had next.

"Hey Bella, Edward," Mike said, "Mr Molina said that you two should stay here for this period as well. Jessica got a bit over excited and ended up making the thing explode. The whole lab is like covered in-"

"That's fine, Mike. Bye," I said curtly, wanting him to leave and stop before Bella turns a darker shade of green.

He smiled weakly at Bella, staring at her for much too long, and left. I scowled at his retreating form and tried to rid my head of the images of Mike in pain.

I heard Bella laugh weakly and turned to look at her. Her brown eyes were still dead, they hadn't lit up at all since she returned. She smiled at me weakly and dumped her bag on the floor from it's place on her lap.

"It's a good thing we didn't go back to class early," she explained.

I smiled back at her and settled back into my chair. Mr Fega had covered his desk in manuscript pages and was playing a song on an imaginary guitar like he always does. The rain had returned and was heavier then before. It hit the roof above in pelts and caused the now lower hum of chatter to drown in it's symphony of sound.

Bella took a deep breath and turned to me. "Edward there's something I need to talk to you about."

Bella Swan

I gathered up my courage and got his attention. I couldn't believe I was going to talk to him about this. I had already planned not to include Charlie or Edward with this but I was doing strange things lately and there seemed to be nothing I could do to stop them happening.

He gave me his full attention, turning in his seat to face me. I took another deep breath and continued.

"I thought about this before and I want to do this to help myself get back to normal," he nodded slowly and let me continue, "I want to see a counsellor." I let the last bit out in one quick breath.

I braced myself for his reaction. Was he angry? Did he think I was weak? I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't have come here.

Instead of being angry, he smiled and nodded. I let out the breath I was holding in and tried to calm my racing heartbeat.

"Have you thought about what kind of counsellor you want to see?" he asked.

I frowned. What type? Aren't they all generic, 'now tell me what happened?', robots? Edward noticed my confusion and smiled again.

"What I mean is that you could go to one-on-one sessions or group therapy or something like that. There are different types of counsellors for each type but you would have to pick either private counselling or group sessions," he explained.

Without thinking too much about it, I blurted out "one-on-one". There was no way I was going to be able to sit in front of a group of strangers and tell them about myself.

Edward seemed to know a lot about this. I couldn't help but look at him curiously, could he have already thought about this?

His echoing chuckle bounced around the room, "Sorry, you probably have no idea how I know all of this. Dad took a couple of years off from working at the hospital when we were younger to become a counsellor so as he didn't have to work long hours. He took psychology when he was in medical school," he leaned towards me and became a bit more serious. "If you want I could ask him to help you. It might be easier for you because you knew him before."

I bit my lip in thought. It definitely would be easier because it was Carlisle but I wasn't too sure. What if Carlisle didn't like me? What if he didn't believe me? What if he thought I was a 'hopeless case'? I knew I always questioned every decision I made but it was better to weigh out both sides before choosing a path that might lead to something bad.

Edward's face made up my mind for me. From his eyes I could tell he wanted me to speak to Carlisle. I nodded and watched as he grinned.

"I'll talk to him later and then we can work out days that he can see you."

The period passed quickly after that. My classes with Edward ended once Biology was up and we parted to our separate classes. I headed to English with Alice while he went to History with Jasper.

I was on the receiving end of a lot of stares. I ignored them as much as I could. In the classes where I didn't have anyone I was comfortable talking to, everyone avoided me and thought I was creepy. It suited me fine; they stayed away from me and I stayed away from them.

I continued to use my notepad with all of the teachers. In some classes where the teacher was remotely humane, I nodded or gestured to answer. What can I say, if they treated me with respect I should at least try to respect them too.

I didn't communicate with any of the other students. I had two other classes with Mike Newton. When he seen me he went smug before whispering something in his friend's ear. I avoided him like the plague.

I met, well, seen, Rosalie in one of my classes. She didn't introduce herself to me and I assumed she was just a snob. She was a typical blond head-cheerleader; tall and extremely beautiful. It wasn't until I met her and Emmett at lunch that I learned she didn't want to introduce herself because she wasn't sure if I was comfortable with being approached by other people. She turned out to be nice, if a little overly self-confident.

Emmett hadn't changed one bit. He bounded up to me and Edward when we walked into lunch together and had to be restrained from hugging me by Jasper. His voice had deepened from the high pitched squeak to a deep boom. It suited his frame. When he was younger he was short and had a little roundness to him. Now he was almost as tall as Edward and muscled to almost the extremes of a bodybuilder. His eyes and hair were the only things that hadn't changed at all.

The day had passed and now I was sitting in Edward's car on the way back to my house. We planned to get my stuff ready, do as much homework as possible and then head back to the sleepover. Alice called us twice on the way to remind us about the time. It wasn't until Edward called his mom to ask her to retrain Alice that his cell stopped ringing five minutes.

I was surprised by the change in weather. It had gone from heavy rain to light cloud in a few hours. From what I could remember, this was a rare occurrence in one of the rainiest places in the Continental US.

I quickly made dinner, placing a filled plate into the fridge for Charlie to eat later. My bag was packed and ready by the door as we started our homework. Thankfully we both had been excused from catching up on the work we missed since it was the beginning of the year.

Working in silence, we both finished within half an hour. I was impressed with Edward's intelligence. Most of the students here seemed to be on the same level as toddlers when it came to academic work. I had always known that because of my extra time spent working on my grades, I had surpassed quite a few of the people in my classes back in Phoenix. It wasn't until I had come here that I realised how much my grades had improved. My paper that I handed in today in English was graded quickly and received an A+. My Biology work that was handed back to me by Edward received an A+ also. I hadn't even worked hard on the work.

I didn't want to appear to be a nerd or geek. I spent the bare minimum on my work but that always gave me high grades.

When the time came for us to leave, my panic levels rose again. I still hadn't calmed down. I was anxious about meeting Carlisle and Esme again and if they would hate me or not.

Charlie arrived just as we were leaving.

"Hey Bells. Going to the sleepover?"

He grinned at the two of us. I nodded and walked over to Edward's car, saying a goodbye to Charlie over my shoulder. I could hear Charlie's laughter from the front door. "Don't be too nervous Bella, they won't bite you," he joked.

I grimaced at him and got into the Volvo, Edward closing my door for me as I put on my seat-belt.

"You don't have to be so nervous, you know. Mom's been dying to see you," he must have noticed my obvious anxiousness. He smiled, "Imagine a grown-up Alice and you have her an idea of her enthusiasm."

I smiled weakly. From what he said, Esme mustn't have changed much.

After driving out of the town, we came up to the familiar driveway. Even the crunch of gravel under the tires hadn't changed in ten years. The trees that lined the driveway had grown and now loomed over the car creating an impressive canopy above.

Edward sped down the driveway at an unreasonable speed. He seemed to enjoy the rush.

The trees fell away and suddenly we were greeted by the great mansion of a house. A large glass structure jutted out of the side that hadn't been there ten years ago and a large garage beside the house was also new.

"We built the pool on about five years ago," Edward pointed out the glass room, "and we built the garage three years ago when Dad realised that with us getting our licenses, we would need something to hold all of our cars."

He pulled the car up to the garage door and pressed something on the roof of the car to open the door. What I wasn't prepared for what was inside the garage. It was a large space and I knew the Cullen's were incredibly rich, but it was filled with some of the most expensive looking cars I have ever seen. The Volvo looked like my truck's cousin in comparison to some of the vehicles in here.

A monstrous Jeep stood at one end of the garage, I guessed it must belong to Emmett because it radiated his personality.

A Mercedes sat beside the Jeep, the chrome writing at the back told me it was a 'McLaren SLR', whatever that was. All I knew was that it probably cost more than my house.

Expensive cars lined the garage, about ten in total including the Volvo. I could only pick out a canary yellow Porsche 911 Turbo because Charlie had spent a whole summer going on about it once, and a black Aston Martin. I stared openly at the Aston Martin, it stood out in the garage. Edward chuckled beside me as he parked swiftly in an empty space in the middle of the garage.

"I see you like my Vanquish."

I stared at him, "That's your's?

He nodded at me and laughed, "My occasions car."

I couldn't help gaping still. "But why do you drive the Volvo if you have that?" I asked as we got out of the car.

Edward shrugged as we walked to a door to the side of the garage, he swung my bag onto his shoulder, refusing to let me carry it.

"I love that car but I also want to blend in. When I drive the Vanquish, everyone stares," he said simply. I knew what he meant.

We walked into the house and were greeted by an explosion of pink.

"Alice," Edward muttered beside me.

A hallway connected the house to the garage and it was decorated with pink and silver streamers. I was terrified to brush against them for the fear of coating myself in glitter, or being strangled to a pink and cheerful death. It was times like this when I wished everyone had maintained the black, Goth phase we all passed though a few years ago.

When Edward opened the door at the top of the hallway, we were greeted by a more pink. I wanted to turn back and hole myself up in the dark garage.

Shrieks echoed from behind the barely opened door. Once it was fully opened, Alice bounded through and pulled Edward forward quite forcefully, in turn pulling me with him since I had grabbed his hand to keep me from being swallowed in the pink hall.

"You're here! Mom!" Alice screamed, pulling us once again. She managed to get us from the kitchen to the sitting room in a matter of seconds.

Every room had remained remotely the same. Some of the walls had been painted and some of the furniture replaced but it only differed from my seven year old memories slightly. The kitchen had changed the most with brand new appliances and cupboards.

Esme and Carlisle stood in the living room. They hadn't changed at all. Carlisle was still the tall, handsome man that I remember seeing way too much of because of my regular trips to the emergency room. Esme was still a timeless beauty. Both of them came to greet us.

"Bella! I am so glad to see you again," Esme smiled down at me and seemed to long to hug me. I was relieved that she refrained from doing so because I still didn't know if I was able to handle it.

Carlisle smiled and nodded at me, "Good to see you Bella."

Alice bounced beside us, "Come on, you have to see what we have set up for tonight."

I was afraid to. Edward tightened his grip on my hand once he sensed my despair. We were led upstairs to Alice's room. I could pick out all of the rooms on this hallway. Loud booming noises came from Emmett's room.

Alice stared at the door with her hands on her hips. Her glare could have melted the wood.

"Emmett!"

Nothing happened, The door stayed shut and the booming continued. I now realised the booming noises was hip-hop music. Alice huffed and flung open the door. Edward and I looked carefully into the room.

Emmett stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed, with sound-proofing headphones in his ears. He was bouncing around in circles, bopping his head to whatever tune was playing on his mp3 player. Alice stomped over to his massive stereo and stopped the hip-hop music. The music playing through his headphones reached us.

The seven things I hate about you
You're vain
Your games
You're insecure
You love me, you like her
You made me laugh, you made me cry, I don't know which side to buy
Your friends, they're jerks when you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you.

Edward burst into laughter, I joined him. It was probably the most… 'pop-y' song I have ever heard. Alice marched up to Emmett and ripped the headphones out of his ears. His eyes popped open and he stopped bouncing and stared at us.

"What the hell? Ow Alice that hurt."

Alice seemed to go more angry, "So you're the one who stole my Miley Cyrus cd."

She tapped her foot on the carpet while Emmett stood there, embarrassed beyond comprehension. Edward was still trying to compose himself beside me as Emmett though of a reply.

"Um… well Rosie asked my to get more in touch with my, eh, feminine side and it was either listen to your cd or get a manicure."

His comment brought on a new round of giggles out of both me and Edward. Alice launched herself at Emmett and clamped onto his back, repeatedly hitting him hard on his back and head. He shouted and yelled at her.

"Come on," Edward muttered to me, still chuckling, and pulled me out of the room and over to his room.

I was glad to be away from all of the pink. Edward's room had been painted a dark gold, with a plush gold carpet and hanging fabric on some walls. A large cd display took up most of one wall and the only other furniture apart from the huge bed was a large leather couch and desk with a chair.

Edward shut his door to drown out his siblings argument and flopped onto his bed, letting his laughter run itself out. Everything went unusually quiet and then the silence was interrupted by Emmett.

"No! Not the pink! I will take anything but the pink! Coral, peach, lavender. Anything but the pink!"

Edward rolled off the bed in laughter and opened his door, revealing Emmett running up and down the hall, away from Alice who was brandishing a selection of nail varnishes.

"If you want a manicure, it's pink or nothing," she yelled at him as she marched him back down to her room.

Unfortunately she spotted us and stopped a the open door. An innocent grin came onto her face but her eyes showed her evil intentions.

"Sleepover time Bella!"

Hours of torture later, Esme finally told Alice to let go of me and for us to get some sleep. I still couldn't believe everything that Alice had planned; sleeping bags and pizza seemed mediocre in comparison to what she had achieved.

I settled into the large, pink, double bed in Alice's room and waited for sleep to come. Just as it crept up to me, it was yanked away by disturbing images and memories. Being in a strange room did not help me to calm down it just made me more afraid when I opened my eyes and wondered where I was. After two hours of tossing and turning, I was officially freaked out. My body was shaking and I was on the verge of a panic attack.

I got out of the bed silently, trying not to wake up Alice, and used the moonlight streaming in through the window to guide me to the door. Once out in the hallway, I walked over to the door and hesitated; should I knock or not? Biting my lip, I knocked softly. There was no answer.

After a minute, I opened the door slowly. Edward sat up the bed and looked over at me.

"Bella? What's wrong?"

He pulled back the sheet and was about to get out of the bed when I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"Could I stay with you? I couldn't sleep," I whispered shakily.

He nodded and let me slip under the sheet. I calmed down instantly once he snaked his arm around my waist and within moments I was asleep.

A/N: Another chapter done. The 100 review mark had been reached! Think we can keep up the record of 16 reviews for the last chapter or completely demolish it? I'm not picky lol ,

Notice how my chapters are getting longer? Sorry I'm proud of myself right now for writing more. Woo! 4434 words!!

Haha, I had to make Emmett listen to that song. For those that want to know it's '7 Things' by Miley Cyrus and probably the most girly song I could think of Emmett singing that wasn't 'Barbie Girl' or a Disney soundtrack.