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I know I asked to reach eighty reviews to post the next chapter but right now, I just really want to post it.

Its kinda like I'm reading this, too and I seem to be impatient about not posting a new chapter.

This one had a lot of flashbacks, so don't get yourself confused.

And here we are…one of the main chapters:

Chapter 13: Your Call

It's really different when you find yourself in LAX, waiting for a phone call to come in which the one you love tells you to come back into his waiting arms.

My palms were practically sweating as a squeezed the touch screen Fuze in my hand.

But I waited for two hours at the terminal and got nothing.

He didn't call, text, or even IM me. Of course, I didn't either but it was always, to both of us that he would start things then we'd finish it together.

"Starbucks?" My mom asked as she handed me a tall cappuccino.

I took it from her, "Yeah. Thanks."

We were both still grieving a loss, but in our own different ways. She did it quietly and pushed herself in her line of work; while I drifted off from everyone and thought of all that's happened.

Slow, small sips were all it took to remember the scenes of Charlie's death again.

Edward's Tiffany necklace still hung on my neck, and I held it as I waited for him to send some sort of communication between us.

"What time is our flight?" I asked her.

"We're boarding in an hour," she replied as she took a sip from her chai latte.

For the rest of the time, I spent it doing absolutely nothing.

First-class on a Boeing 747 wasn't truly a bore. Spacious seats and larger TV's provided entertainment but the fact that they made me turn my phone off rather upset me. When was he going to call?

I pressed the power button on the touch screen and watched as the screen went black.

Maybe he'd leave a message.

Slowly, I reclined back in my seat and pulled out my iPod Touch. I placed it on shuffle but coincidentally, the song that came on was the song that Edward and I sang along to in the car at one time- "So Quiet" by AJ Rafael.

My eyes began to droop and soon enough, I was asleep.

"Alice," I said as I pulled up my sleeping bag, "There's no way that's possible."

She giggled, "Oh yes it is. And it's positively true."

"No its not," I pouted, "You're lying."

"Fine," she grinned, "Don't believe me."

Her bedroom door opened as Esme peeked her head in.

She said, "Girls, go to sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day."

"Oh my gosh! I'm turning into a teenager! Thirteen! Finally!" She squealed.

I laughed. She and Edward were turning an official 1-3 tomorrow and I was still twelve.

"Alright, girls, go to sleep," Esme whispered as she closed the door.

The lights went out and immediately, Alice began to talk.

"I'm telling you, Edward likes you," she whispered.

I whispered back, "And I say it's not true. It doesn't seem like it."

"Well, it's only because he's too shy," she said as she pulled her covers, "I know he likes you. Jasper told me."

I rolled my eyes even if she couldn't see it, "I don't believe you Alice."

"Fine. Goodnight, Bella."

"Night, Al," I said quietly. But deep down inside I knew I had a crush on her twin too. Those small little feelings that made me want to hug him- but I was too scared.

My eyes flashed open as I thought of the little flashback. Smiling, I searched my carry-on bag searching for the picture.

And I found it- it was picture of Edward's and Alice's faces covered with icing from their little "surprise" on that birthday. I had pushed their heads into both of the cakes which got them pretty pissed off and laughing at the same time.

The good old days…

"Bella," Sami said through the phone, "It's going to be fine."

"What if it won't turn out fine? I mean, come on you have to admit, this is a big day."

"It's just dinner. Its not like you guys are getting married, yet," she snorted. I could see her rolling her eyes right then.

I sighed, "Dinner with Edward's parents and mine. This is gonna be a disaster…"

She laughed, "Uh huh, listen, you've had dinner with them before. Just pretend that it's like old times."

"But those times, we weren't dating yet."

"Whatever, doesn't really matter. Just relax, okay, Bella?"

"Okay," I pouted.

"Listen, I'll talk to you later; it's kinda late over here and my roomies are starting to throw-," I heard the phone move suddenly, "Ow! Hey! Watch it! I'm on the phone! Angel, I know it late! Jeez, wait, she's my sister you know!"

I started laughing.

"Hold on, Bella," I could hear the phone be placed on a table then heard the screams of girls in the background.

"Okay, I'll talk to ya later, sis. Bye."

"Bye," I said as I put down the phone.

How hard could this be?

Another flashback rushed through my head. I sighed; the night of the dinner with his parents was pretty funny.

Suddenly, I found myself missing Edward. Was it possible to turn this plane around?

I knew it wasn't possible at all so I slouched back and tried to enjoy the flight.

Obviously, it was nowhere near enjoyable. Sure, I didn't have to suffer the cramped up space of economy class; it was just that the air was still the same- stale and smelling like bad coffee.

Renee, who was next to me, was busy sketching some new designs onto a pad of paper and was clearly pissed off. I decided to just keep the talk to a…well…nothing.

"Excuse me, miss," said the cheery flight attendant, "Would you like a drink?" Her attitude was impossibly cheery and I wondered how was able to smile so much.

I smiled a small smile, "No, thanks."

She asked my mom who requested a black coffee. Jeez, not a good day for Renee.

Black coffee for Renee = not good day for her

Well, it hadn't been a good day for both of us. We both lost someone really important but mostly, we left everything behind.

"Dad, don't let go!" my six-year old self said as we both entered the ice skating rink.

Charlie held my hand tightly, "Don't worry, sweetie, I know how to do this."

He guided me to the center but as soon as my feet hit the ice, I instantly slipped.

Tears began to form around my face, "I suck at skating."

"No, you don't," he bent down to wipe the tears from my eyes, "You just need a little practice."

I pouted, "I can't even stand up."

"Come on, I'll help you."

He pulled me up and supported the rest of my weight as I began to glide along the ice.

"Daddy, look, I'm skating!" I said as my little feet went past the ice.

He laughed, "Great job, sweetie! Your mom, on the other hand, she would have fallen on her face by now!"

I giggled.

I pursed my lips, thinking about that day. It was our first father-daughter event and I'd never forget it.

One of the things I missed most about Charlie was his laugh; it was raspy and quite old but it always made me smile.

His death was starting to really hit me right now and I began to cry about how much I'd miss him in my life.

My head began to go back to the last time we had a conversation…

"Bella," he sighed as he noticed me get out of my suite at the Wynn, "You look beautiful, sweetie."

"Thanks, Dad," I blushed.

He laughed at my red face, "Just like your mom. Bells, look at you: one moment you're my little girl on the skating rink and next, you're gonna get married."

I giggled at his statement, "Not yet, dad. But I'm pretty sure you'll be walking me down the aisle when that happens."

We both entered the elevator- everyone else was already at the restaurant for tonight's festivities.

"Oh, I better be still young then. I don't want to look like an old man in the pictures," he joked.

"Maybe. I don't know, dad. I'll just make sure you get to look great that day."

"I don't look great, right now?" he pretended to pout.

I laughed and patted his back, "Pretty great. Let's just hope you look the same when you hand me over to the one I'll be married to."

Tears were already streaming down my face as I realized that he really wouldn't walk me down the aisle at all. He was gone and nothing was left of him.

I miss you, dad, I said in my head. In truth, I knew he'd be listening.

And wherever you are right now, I hope you're happy. Just keep watch over me, okay? I love you, Charlie. Even if you've already left for good, my eyes were warm and moist.

I didn't even notice Renee wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she said as she handed me a napkin.

I nodded, "Just remembering dad. I really miss him."

"I miss him, too."

She bowed her head down and returned to her work.

There were a bunch of movies showing on the airline's TV so I decided to watch them. I plugged my earphones into the headphone jack and began to search through the small selection.

I ended up on the movie, Tropic Thunder.

I had to admit, it was pretty funny. I loved it especially when Alpa Chino, one of the characters, accidentally reveals that he's gay- the funny part was when Jack Black's character (tied to a tree) offers to give him a nasty blow job.

The movie made me laugh a ton but those laughs, I knew, were temporary. I didn't think it got me over my grief at all.

For sure, getting over it would take time.

I almost cheered when the pilot announced that we were arriving. It was late in the morning in London and I couldn't wait until I'd get out of the plane.

Once we checked out our baggage and got out of the airport, Sami was immediately there to greet us.

"Bella!" she squealed. Man, I missed my sister.

"Sami!" I ran to greet her in a warm hug, "I'm sorry," I said as we embraced each other.

"Its okay. You're here, now and that's what matters to me the most."

Once we got outside, I felt the cool chill of foggy London and immediately put on my trench coat.

My mom led us to a car waiting there for us- a sleek black Mercedes SLK.

"Sami, I assume you need to get back to school?" Renee asked as we stuffed our luggage into the trunk.

"Yeah," she smiled, "I'll just tell you guys where to go. And Bella, I'll see you in school in about a week?"

"Yeap. That's the plan," I smiled. Just like nothing ever happened between us.

The ride to her school was quiet but as we arrived in the front gates my jaw dropped open.

I thought Avery Academy was big- I truly had never seen such a gigantic school like London International.

Students of every race were entering the large brick building and my eyes were wide in shock, how many students went to this school?

All of the girls wore the same thing, blue pleated skirts, a white shirt underneath and a blue blazer that had the school icon on it; the boys wore blue slacks, blue blazers and the same white shirts. Most of the girls held designer brand bags and wore different shoes- maybe I'd fit in here after all.

The green grass was in front of the school's gate and my open window showed that most of the students didn't have a British accent.

"Wow," I said.

She laughed, "I know."

"Is this the school?" I asked curiously.

"Oh no, that's the main building where all the offices are. The classrooms and labs are a bit further in the back and the dorms even more. Ten thousand students, what can I say?"

I gulped.

"It's okay, Bella. You'll be fine," she opened the door to exit the car, "See you in a week!"

"Bye!" Renee and I called after her.

We passed by several historical monuments and thousands of museums, historical sites, and the Thames River while we headed out of London and into the country side.

Next, we headed for some place called Shropshire which was where Renee had bought the house.

It was about two hours away. During the entire ride, I gawked at my new surroundings.

"Holy crap," I whispered to myself when I saw where we were.

This place was completely different from L.A.; the countryside was all green and the homes were even bigger than the mansions in Hollywood.

Most homes, I could see, had either horses or farms plus, tons of them were probably built in around 1901.

"We're here," Renee said from the driver's seat as I was starting to fall asleep.

We were in front of a large brick mansion that was about a quarter mile from the entrance gate. There was a circular beige brick driveway with a marble fountain in the middle.

"Well, what'd you think?" Renee said as she waved her hand at the mansion. Her belly was showing a bit more, reminding me of Charlie.

"It's nice. I like it," I truthfully stated. I usually didn't like extravagant things but this mansion had a classic feel to it.

Renee smiled, "Good. Then I know that I made the right choice."

I immediately remembered to turn my phone on right then and there so I grabbed my phone and turned it on.

Nothing.

No new messages, a text; blank was all that was there.

"Bella!" my mom called from the front porch, "Let's lets get inside so we can finally settle for now."

I placed my phone back in my pocket then followed my mom into the new place I'd now call "home".

Pulling out my iTouch, I played the song, "So Quiet" again and again.

My phone didn't even ring, vibrate or get anything in the next few hours. I literally got nothing from him.

Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry
call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat,
Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet

'Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to,
To make you mine
Stay with me tonight

Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
'Cause every breath that you will take
When you are sitting next to me
Will bring life into my deepest hopes,
What's your fantasy?

'Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to,
To make you mine
Stay with me tonight

And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home

'Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to,
To make you mine
Stay with me tonight

I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to,
To make you mine
Stay with me tonight

I sat up and stared at my phone that night, waiting for the call I knew that would never come.

Truly, I missed him but I knew I couldn't wait forever.

Perhaps I'd wait for a bit more. Looking around, my thoughts drifted to another subject- my new home.

I had claimed one of the two bedrooms connected to another one which would be Sami's in the future.

The bedroom was nice. It had already been designed in a certain way for me but it was certainly nothing compared to my room back home. Maybe I'd go shopping in London for some new stuff- especially a new iMac.

My Mac Book Pro was still on and I was logged on to AIM. No one was online- except me.

I pulled the duvet off of me and went to my closet. It was a walk-in, like my old one, except all my clothes were still in my suitcases.

My sleepless self rummaged through it until I found the small picture frame containing the Thanksgiving picture from the previous year. It was a picture of me, Edward, Alice, Jasper, Sami and Gabe all seated in the living room when we were waiting for the meal to be ready. Emmett and Rose, I blushed as I remembered, were having sex in one of the rooms upstairs.

The picture was in a blue and brown frame and I loved it as a whole.

I lay down on my bed.

Realization hit me in the face when I finally concluded that I'd never see Edward again. How could I find him even after a few years?

I love you Edward, don't ever forget that, I said, hoping that somehow, he'd get my message even if it wasn't sent in some sort of technology.

Placing the frame on the bedside table, I drifted off to sleep, thanks to the piece of my past, lying next to me.

Hmm…so what'd you think? REVIEW PLEASE (:

I know it's a bit amazing how Bella's coping with the death at certain times and sometimes, she seems as if nothings happened to her. It's all part of her personality- she loses a part of herself but she forces a reconstruction which will eventually affect her in the future.

In the next chapter, I'll have Bella explore her new home and finally move into her new school.

If I get a lot of reviews, I might even put Edward's POV for the first time.

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