Disclaimers to Stephenie Meyer and Tomoko Hayakawa.

Short chapter, this was meant to end before the '---------' but I decided against it and added some more, which would lead onto the next chapter. I know there have been time jumps between chapters that had been unexplained. Just assume life in the Swan mansion has been going too normal/boring to narrate and it isn't until certain points in time before it gets all interesting. Which sounds weird, but yeah.

Oh, oh. And if my stories are going as I've planned then 5 more chapters left to write/upload. Oh, that's sad. The Perfect Girl?, has really grown on me.

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February flew by quickly and soon it was March.

Spring, and for Bella that meant spring cleaning. In ways you'd never imagine. On a Saturday morning Bella arose from bed and made a resolution. She was going to clean her room. Her room was so dark you could see the things littering it, so it came as a shock when she opened her curtains and saw the ice cream cartons, clothes, DVDs and shoes that were there, all over the floor.

As Bella cleaned, she looked at the walls that were a cappuccino colour. She never noticed that in the darkness of her room. The walls made her feel warm, and reminded her of her favourite food, chocolate. She vacuumed her carpet and saw that she had a soft rug on the floor. In all the time she had been here, she'd never noticed it. She walked around her room, looking at things as if her eyes had just been opened. She pulled back the curtains on her bed and tied them up. When she had only the DVDs to clean she looked at her DVD collection. They consisted of gore and not much else. She grabbed a box and put her things in the box.

Bella made her way outside.

"Bella, you're not moving out are you?" Edward asked, joining her.

"No, just uh," Bella muttered but she slipped and her box of gory DVDs fell out of her hands. They smashed. Just like clockwork, Jasper, Carlisle and Emmett ran to where Bella and Edward were.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you hurt?"

"What happened?"

Bella and Edward laughed and Bella gathered her things. Edward stood on the stairs and his eyes followed Bella. He never wanted Bella more.

Bella carried her box into the basement and placed it next to her Halloween things. She then ran upstairs and collected more boxes. She ransacked her wardrobe, looking at things that Alice would probably call a 'fashion disaster'. She didn't touch anything on her bookshelf, but she made a resolution to read some of the classics that were covered in a small sheet of dust. She continued to move all the things that made her room creepy into the basement until noon. Edward lounged in front of the TV in Bella's room.

"Are you going to move Stephen too?" Edward asked.

"I can't," Bella replied.

"Why?"

"After the day that he told me, I was walking in the rain, when I felt as if I couldn't walk anymore I saw Stephen in the dumpster. Stephen has been my only friend for so long."

"So why did you move all the things out?" Edward asked.

"I'm just getting rid of baggage."

"Why?"

"Because I think I'm in love again."

And Edward couldn't argue with that.

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March turned quickly into April, and April was the month Emmett was going to turn 18. Edward felt resentment as he was the youngest person to turn 18 except for Bella. Edward felt resentful against Bella because she had been moved up a year because of her exemplary marks in middle school. Her GPA hadn't been terrible, even with her bad Trigonometry marks from previous years.

April was the month that all the wedding plans were going to take place. Emmett and Rosalie didn't have to go to school anymore, and had tutors to tutor them through their final exams.

Esme was going to be the maid of honour, and Bella and Alice were going to be bridesmaids amongst Rosalie's other friends. Carlisle was chosen as the best man, and Edward and Jasper were ushers.

As preparations were being planned by professionals, between fittings and rehearsal dinner after rehearsal weddings, Bella and Edward barely had time to talk. Carlisle and Esme had grown closer together, writing their reception speeches together, going out for coffees together and even practising dancing together.

Everything was going perfect, except for a phone call, which Edward answered.

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