OH MY GOD ITS BEEN LIKE 2 YEARS.

ANYWAYS.

So to be completely honest I had full intentions of never updating this story again. I started writing this story when I was a sophomore, and if you failed to notice, my lack of writing experience was disgustingly obvious. I APOLOGIZE FOR MY HORRIBLE INTERPRETATION OF MY THOUGHTS INTO ACTUAL WORDS.

However. Now I am a high school graduate, have taken two AP English classes, and have a horribly large amount of time on my hands. Which means that I guess I can start doing this again. So. Love you guys bunches, please review even though you're mad at me for abandoning this story.

( Still looking for a damn banner for this story.)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of the Twilight Series, nor the characters in it. I do own, however, rights to the dorky members of the Saviors and the mysterious group of the Ones. (No shit I was in 10th grade, what kind of name is the Ones? Like, sooooo creative Ashley, way to go, *pats self on back*)

Edward's POV:

"That's not how you do it, Cynthia!" Lucy shrieked in the other room.

"Well then YOU do it, since you know better!" Cynthia barked in response. I glanced toward the kitchen, mildly curious about what they were arguing about. Emmett, who was sitting in the chair across from me, grinned in anticipation and dashed toward the noise. After a few seconds, I rolled my eyes and followed him.

The first thing I saw in the kitchen was blood. There was literally blood everywhere. Normally I would have been horrified, but I glanced at the counter and saw that they were trying to create more vegetable grapes, an art in which Cynthia had been trying to perfect in since, according to Lucy, about fifty years ago.

"You can't just stab the needle in there and hope for the best, you dork. You have to let them thaw out a bit, take a good amount of the grape juice out, and then carefully inject the blood into the grape skin. You need to maintain the structure, Cynthia, and shoving the needle down into it will do the exact opposite." She growled out slightly, throwing a degrading look towards Cynthia.

Cynthia sighed. "Tina showed you how to do it, though. I got assigned to John and Shawn. They did it so fast I didn't even realize what they were trying to show me until after they were all done."

Lucy giggled. "Tina showed me slowly step by step, while Bella narrated each action in the background." She said, pleased with her luck of the draw. I winced internally at the mention of Bella, but kept a smile on my face, knowing they would be watching for any reaction from me. As if to confirm my thoughts, Cynthia quickly glanced my way but looked away immediately after when our eyes met.

Appearing to be deep in thought, she asked Lucy, "Do you think I could call her? Get some instructions over the phone? Because no offence Luce, but you're a pretty shitty teacher." Cynthia said bluntly. My stomach clenched in anticipation for the potential possibility of hearing my Bella's voice. Suddenly, Alice appeared quite literally out of nowhere, rage written all over her face.

"You had her phone number the whole time?!" Alice shrieked at Lucy. Lucy, looking alarmed, quickly retaliated.

"The number is for emergencies only! And Cynthia knows that!" She exclaimed, throwing an accusing look at the ashamed girl next to her.

"I'm sorry." Cynthia mumbled. "I'm just so used to being able to call her whenever I have a question or want to talk, you know?"

Lucy appeared to be waging a war in her mind before she pulled out her phone. "Call her. Hopefully she doesn't kill you when you bring up the fact you called purely to ask how to make vegetable grapes." My eyes nearly popped out of my sockets as I watched Cynthia squeal and rip the phone out of Lucy's hands before rapidly punching in numbers.

The whole room was painfully silent as everyone held their breath to hear the ringing on the other line. I was vaguely aware of everyone else in the household floating into the kitchen to listen to the phone call taking place. The ringing stopped, and I swear I nearly choked on my own venom from nerves.

"Lucy? Are you okay?" I heard her beautiful voice ring through the receiver, and let out a huge breath of air. Warmth spread throughout my chest as soon as I heard it, and I relished in it.

"Bella!" Cynthia squealed. "It's so good to talk to you!" Cynthia seemed to be vibrating from excitement, and I absentmindedly caught a grape that rolled off the counter due to the extreme movements. My eyes were glued to the electronic device, as if I could will the phone to transport Bella here if I stared hard enough.

The person on the other line, however, didn't seem to share the same enthusiasm as the ten or so people on the other end of the line. After a very frosty moment of silence, Bella's terse voice responded quietly, "Cynthia?"

"Yes!" Cynthia practically spit out with happiness, not catching onto the disapproving aura coming out in waves over the phone. "Lucy told me I could call you, to ask about making vegetable fruit!"

Lucy's eyes widened, it would have been comical if not for the obvious terror of being reprimanded that she was portraying. "I told her it was a bad idea! I know you only want us to call you for emergencies, but everyone was freaking out at me because I had your number and hadn't told anyone, and I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings-" Lucy was tripping over her words in her haste to spit them out, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Robert giving her a fond but exasperated look.

To everyone's surprise, a chuckle came through the other end of the phone, and a jolt went through my heart. Her laugh had always been one of my favorite sounds on earth. "Please, Lucy, you're making even me scared of myself with the way you're talking. It's wonderful to hear from you. Although I suppose I do wish it would have been under more suitable circumstances." Bella muttered wryly, and a bashful grin covered Cynthia's face.

"Sorry, Bells." She murmured, before continuing on with a vengeance. "But Lucy got taught by you and Tina, and I got taught by John and Shawn! Not only that, but Lucy is a horrible teacher! I'm completely hopeless in the vegetable fruit world of culinary arts if you don't help me!"

There was a loud thump and a sharp shriek of an objection on the other end before Shawn's loud voice came booming through the phone. "What's that supposed to mean, Cynthia Brandon?! We not good enough for you?"

John followed a second after, reinforcing Shawn's shouting with more yelling of his own. "Yeah! We took out five minutes of our lives to help you out with that, and you didn't even appreciate it?!" Cynthia was staring wordlessly at the phone in her hands looking paler than usual, and I snickered, my heart surging with an amount of joy that I felt unaccustomed to after so much time. Though Bella was still miles and miles away, she felt closer somehow, and my aching bones welcomed that wholeheartedly. On the phone, John and Shawn continued shouting into the phone, overlapping each other's voices. Suddenly their voices cut off. There was a brief scuttle on their side, and then Tina's soothing voice filled the airlines.

" Greetings, my darling Cynthia. What seems to be confusing you?" She questioned sweetly. It took Cynthia a moment to realize she was no longer being harassed by the two male members of the Saviors, but then grinned widely once again.

"Tina! Well, you see, I keep crushing the grapes whenever I try to eject the grape juice out of them! And even if I do manage to do that without squishing them, I end up doing it a couple seconds later when I try to put the blood in!" Cynthia told Tina with unrestrained joy.

I faintly heard John's voice float over the phone from the background, 'What an amateaur,' and a hiss from Bella, 'Be nice, you buffoon!' Before Shawn responded, who seemed to have gotten hold of the phone once again. "Oh yes, I can quite understand your frustration, Cynthia." He said matter-of-factly. "That was the biggest struggle for us, figuring out how exactly to eject and inject liquid into something with such a fragile protective layer. But after years of sweat and tears," Tina's tinny voice yelled faintly 'I already told you guys we don't sweat OR cry, Shawn!' "We finally learned the ultimate secret and goal of the art of vegetable foods."

Cynthia had started to vibrate again. "What is it? What's the secret, Shawn?!"

I saw Rosalie roll her eyes as Shawn began to respond in the most serious tone I'd ever heard him take on. "The secret, my dear Cynthia, is timing." He said grandly.

Both ends of the phones were silent for once. You could hear a pin drop. The silence lasted for eight solid seconds before Emmett's booming laugh filled the room. "That has got to be the most anticlimactic shit I think I've ever heard." She choked out through his loud guffaws, and Jasper started snickering with him.

Shawn huffed on the other side. "Laugh all you want, smart ass. But let's keep in mind who invented this, yeah?" I could practically hear his smirk over the phone. "What I mean, darling Cynthia, is that you must wait forty seven minutes and fourteen seconds before attempting to inject and eject the correct liquids for the grapes. Not any time more, nor any time less. That is your secret to vegetable grape perfection." I noticed Carlisle shaking his head, a fond look of exasperation across his face at the incredulity of the concept. I couldn't help but agree with him.

Cynthia looked dubious, but responded with great hesitancy, "Okay, if you say so. I'm trusting you on this, Shawn. I'll keep calling if you lied." She warned before catching the outraged glare coming from Lucy and backtracked quickly, spitting out, "But actually I probably won't call you again. Don't want to bother you, it was very rude to call already. No, I most definitely will not call you again."

It was silent for a moment before Bella's voice was back on the line. "Lucy's glaring at you, isn't she?"

"Yes." Cynthia responded heavily, and both sides of the conversation filled with laughs.

Bella's laugh was among them before she said, "It's alright Lucy, really. Your timing was quite nice, in fact, and quite ironic. John, Shawn, and Lucy were just introducing me to something they made recently called vegetable spaghetti." She told, a smile evident in her voice.

A huff of laughter escaped my lips and before I could realize what I was doing and who I was talking to, I echoed, "Vegetable spaghetti? Really?"

The sudden silence from the Saviors made my body grow taut. Right before I opened my mouth to apologize for speaking to her, Bella's voice came over the phone, incredibly fond. "It was quite delicious."

My heart leapt once again. After nearly ten years, I was really speaking to her. Love poured into my veins, catching me by surprise, and as I went to respond, eager to continue our first conversation in what felt like forever, a loud and sudden noise made its way over the phone.

Robert cut across the room, quick as a flash, and seized the phone from Cynthia's startled grip. The light atmosphere in the room became heavy very quickly as Robert demanded, "Bella? Bella, are you alright?"

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone. The silence stretched on torturously, only to be broken by a gruff male voice, barely heard as it whispered with mute horror. "Bella?" The unknown voice nearly whimpered.

A moment passed where no sound was made, but I could hear the almost horror that was being experienced where Bella was. Then, in a tone almost unrecognizable to me, Bella whispered heartbreakingly, "Brian?"

I forgot who Lucy was when rereading the first part. (I wrote the first two paragraphs about a year ago and stopped again)

Oops.

Anyway.

REMEMBER WHO BRIAN IS?! PLOT TWIST.

Bringing Brian back so wasn't the plan I had in my head when I started this story twenty billion years ago. But I have decided to go with the flow and plan as I write. I am a freedom writer.

(it's a good movie if you haven't seen it. 'Freedom Writers' I mean. I cry every time.)

But anyway I really would absolutely appreciate it if you reviewed my story. Maybe even told your friends about it too so they could read it? Your family? Your pet dog as well?

I love you all very much and I would write more however it is 3 in the morning where I am and my cat is snoring obnoxiously in my ear so I feel like that is my cue to go to bed.

LOVE YOU ALL BYEEE.

PS: I have a twitter account. It is a generic twitter account but you can totally tweet me about Bella or Tina or Shawn or John or any other thing you would like to chat about. I love new friends. My account is arcadian_ash. Soo. Come hit me up.

Except don't actually hit me up, I'd rather not be physically harmed

K SERIOUSLY GOODBYE.