I swear to update the sequel to DSLM tomorrow. I just really like this one, and on that one, I'm having a lot of writer's block. Which is a bad thing. A very bad thing.

Also, on another note, do not send me PMs saying that my story is disgusting. If you don't like it, don't read it!

Chapter 5

If I'm correct, I just heard the click of the front door. And I heard the bang on the wall as Charlie's gun hit the wall.

I had a cold pressure on the top of my head.

The clunking of Charlie's boots got closer, and the TV clicked off.

I moved slightly, and the sound of Charlie went off in the direction of the kitchen.

I drifted back off to sleep again.

When I woke up for the second time, the cold pressure was gone, and the left side of my face was now the cold part of my body.

I lifted my head, and realized that I had my head on Carlisle's chest.

"Did I wake you?" Carlisle's voice cut through the darkness.

"No, I woke myself up." I moved my neck around; it was cramped slightly.

I wonder what Charlie's reaction to seeing me asleep on Carlisle was. Carlisle was probably "asleep" too, but it was probably a reaction I didn't want to see.

"Do you want to go upstairs?"

"No. I'm comfortable right here." I smiled in the darkness. I was comfortable pressed up against Carlisle. It felt...right...somehow. Strangely right.

I lay my head back on his chest tentatively, and slowly put my arm around his waist. He didn't stop me.

I closed my eyes, and releshed in the cool of his skin through his shirt.

I fell back into slumber quickly.

The final time I woke up, it was actually morning.

I heard a low thump upstairs, so I knew that Charlie hadn't gone to work yet.

I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. I looked to Carlisle, and he smiled at me.

He was leaning on the couch as if he had been asleep. It was a very convincing pose.

"What did Charlie look like when he found us on the couch?" I whispered. I didn't want Charlie to hear our conversation.

"He looked surprised. And he also looked happy." Happy? Why was he happy? This was one time when I wish that Carlisle could read minds.

I heard Charlie start on his way down the stairs, so I quickly pretended to be asleep on Carlisle's chest again. I di not want to have to deal with an interrogation this morning. I just wasn't in the mood.

Charlie clomped past.

I cracked my eye open, and saw him look back in at us, and smile slightly. Weird.

I lay there until Charlie finished his breakfast and walked out the door.

I sat up again, and left for my human moment.

When I got back down, Carlisle was changed and watching TV.

"Hey," I said, sitting next to him.

"What are we going to do today? We have gone grocery shopping, cleaned the bathroom, and played Uno. What else is there to do?" he asked, teasing me.

"Well, you are right, We have done everything that there is fun to do in the world," I replied sarcastically. "I need to clean my room."

"Then we will clean your room."

The phone rang, making me jump. I raced to answer it.

"Hello?" I asked, slightly out of breath from running to the kitchen.

"Bella! Hi!" Alice chirped.

"Alice! How are you doing?"

"I'm doing well. Listen, I just had this strange vision...About you and Carlisle..." She sounded slightly amused.

"And?" I urged her to go on.

"Well...you'll see! Can I please talk to Carlisle?"

I sighed. I turned to call for him, and nearly dropped the phone when I realized that he was right behind me.

"God, Carlisle. Don't do that!" I handed him the phone.

He started to talk too fast for me to comprehend, so I turned around, and left the kitchen.

I went upstairs and started on cleaning my room.

I moved all of my homework off of my desk, and put it into my bookbag.

I had just started peeling the sheets off of my bed when I heard Carlisle enter the room.

I yanked extra hard on the sheets, and I lost my balance-well, what I had of it.

I felt two icy cold arms wrap around my waist from the back, keeping me from meeting the floor. I tilted my head back, and my eyes met two molten gold ones.

"Hello."

"Are you alright?" Carlisle asked, still holding me.

"Yep. I'm fine. I'm also very glad that my head didn't meet the floor. With my luck, I would have given myself a concussion." I was rambling, and I knew it. It was the eyes, I swear.

Carlisle chuckled, and set me upright.

I finished taking the blankets off my bed, and went to start the wash.

When I got back to my room, my hamper was overflowing, and Carlisle was crouched in the bottom of my closet.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

He turned around. He was holding two stiff peices of paper, and a black box with wires curling crookedly out of it. He raised one eyebrow.

"It didn't want to come out of the dashboard." I remembered how much pain my fingers were in after prying the stereo from the dashboard of my truck.

"Okay, then. What about these?" He held up the two stiff peices of paper.

I walked over to him, and grabbed them. They were the plane tickets that he and Esme had given me. I didn't have a second person to use the ticket for.

"I forgot about these. I'm sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay." He looked like he meant it.

About ten minutes later, I had my small CD stereo set to the radio. I was actually being brave, and listening to music. (A/N: In my head, Bella has a small blue stereo. So deal with it.)

A song that I didn't know, but liked a lot was on.

Don't tell me if I'm dying,

'Cause I don't wanna know.

If I can't feel the sun,

Then maybe I should go.

Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming,

of angels on the moon.

Where everyone you know,

Never leaves too soon.

I was checking my e-mail. Renée had sent me about thirteen mails demanding me to reply to her and let her know that I'm not dead.

I hastily replied to them all.

Carlisle was somewhere in the house; probably in the kitchen.

I got up, and grabbed a mix CD that my mom had made me. I popped it into my small stereo, and brought it next to me.

I sat back down, and went back to deleting spam in my e-mail.


You don't know how you met me,

You don't know why.

You can't turn around and say goodbye.

All you know is when I'm with you,

I make you free.

And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea.

I sang along quietly. My mom played this song around the house when I was about fifteen. I had come to love it.

I didn't hear Carlisle when he came in. I didn't realize how close he was behind me.

I turned in my chair, and found my face two inches from his.

HUZZAH! Whoever can give me the name of both of those songs, and the artist, the next chapter is dedicated to you.
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