Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the universe S Meyer created. There may (or may not) be strong language or subjects in this chapter...

AN: Look up at the right side of the screen at the Font options. Click on the 1/2 .... I like to read fanfiction in this format.

Don't Look at My Fruits
Chapter 2

When I was thirteen, I had a crush on Mike Newton. We had just returned from summer vacation and he'd shot up six inches and his shoulders had broaden. He lost some of his baby fat and put product in his hair. So for the first three hours of that first day of school, I was in love with Mike Newton… until I had lunch with him and heard all the vulgar things he was thinking.

Like comparing the different sizes of girls' breasts to fruit.

Rose had apples. Lauren Mallory had watermelons. Me? I had grapes... I was insulted and heartbroken. But I also learned that appearances meant nothing, and the horrible boob to fruit analogy always stuck with me since. Every time I see a really attractive guy, my heart breaks off another tiny piece, and I start comparing everyone's chests to fruit.

He wouldn't be like Jasper who've I discovered is an anomaly. This beautiful boy would just be another Mike Newton. He'd take one quick glance of me focusing on my boobs and think oranges and move onto the next set of coconuts or melons.

"Hey! New kids!" Rose yanked on my hair pulling out an earphone and pointing toward the beautiful boy and another cute guy. We've been expecting them since June when Rose ran into Alice Brandon at a mall in Seattle. Her cousins were moving here from Chicago, their doctor dad wanting to escape city life, and blah blah blah. It didn't matter why they were here. It only mattered that they weren't girls.

"Ouch," I growled at her.

"Too bad they're gorgeous though," she sighed ignoring me. "Should have known… they are related to Alice."

Little Miss Mary Alice Brandon was perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect skin. Perfect smile. Prefect clothes. Perfect family. Perfect life. I truly believed she was perfect because for there to be people like me, living in Hell, there had to be people living the opposite. People like Alice Brandon. It was the natural order of things. Balance of good and evil. Harmony. Ying Yang. It wasn't her fault, like it wasn't my fault for my curse.

"Yeah," I said mindlessly plugging my earphones back in not really listening to the music.

Rose and I continued watching the beautiful boy and his cute brother get out of their car. Surprisingly it wasn't something new and fancy; it looked older like most of the other cars, but it was extremely shiny causing it standout. Yet it wouldn't surprise me if it was one of those classic cars that Rose drooled over. They slowly moved around their shiny car and looked around the parking lot probably looking for Alice. My breathing hitched when beautiful boy's eyes locked with mine, and I could see the incredibly greenness from here. I turned my head back down to the book in my lap as my cheeks burned, but I was more relieved than embarrassed. I was glad that he couldn't see my apples through the jacket I was wearing. I looked over to find Jasper in the parking lot catching up with some guys because he'd spent most of his summer with Rose and me.

Rose nudged me again and I looked up to see Alice waving and walking toward us with beautiful boy and his cute brother following. We weren't really friends with Alice, but she was friendly enough with everyone. It was strange to see her tiny form being shadowed by the towering figures behind her. The cute brother was huge. He stood tall with a broad set of shoulders and large arms. He probably played football or lacrosse or rugby or whatever game perfect people played. Beautiful boy was just as tall but slimmer. Even his hair was beautiful; it shimmered into different colors – red to brown to in between, bronze, I guess.

They stood in front of us now and Alice's perfect mouth was moving quickly. Rose was smiling and probably telling her about her wonderful summer even though we spent most of it doing nothing. Alice glanced at me a couple of times, but I only smiled leaving in my earphones. The music playing was keeping everything out, and I wasn't ready to hear beautiful boy thinking about Rosalie's melons. My eyes again followed involuntarily to where Jaz stood staring at us. His mouth was open gawking, and I wondered briefly if he was just staring at beautiful boy too like I was. Best guess was little Miss Mary Alice Brandon. I've been noticing the looks and the Motown he sings in his head when she comes around. No one's gotten Motown before… it might have been why I resent little perfect Alice so much.

"Later," I mumbled loudly not really to anyone. I walked away quickly inside and into the closest girls' restroom. I turned my I-pod off reveling in the "silence." Since it was the first day of school, kids would be arriving early to gossip and survey each other. Thankfully it wasn't raining yet so everyone was still outside. My eyes prickled wanting to cry. I think today might be one of my crying days. A day when I just need a good cry to let out all my frustrations. Cry for everything horrible like my curse and how I won't be able to have a normal future. No family. No college. No sex. No babies. Horrible job. Actually maybe horrible sex… I really shouldn't have given up smoking.

I thanked the gods whichever one put Ben Cheney in my English class. Being the outcast, I've learned to enjoy reading so I've usually already read all the books that we've been assigned to. So Ben Cheney in my class is like a blessing. What most kids don't realize is that Ben Cheney is a funny guy. Honestly he's hilarious. He has a silent comeback to everything and everyone, and he's not crude. He's not an anomaly, but he's light on the vulgarity. Usually he only gets that way when he sits next to Angela Weber for too long. He's had the hots for her since freshman year; maybe this year I'll nudge them both in the right direction. But also Ben Cheney usually does his math homework during English because he likes to read. He's already covered this old shit (he calls it) and saves his math homework so he'll have something to do. But I suck at math and I need all the tutoring I can get. My brain just doesn't soak it in like my other classes, and cheating makes me feel insanely guilty.

The rest of my morning is okay. Spanish is mainly girls so I won't have to wear my earphones in all the time. History will put me to sleep and Trig will kill me. Sounds like an okay morning to me. Lunch is when I really need my earphones. Students are only allowed to eat in the lunchroom or the courtyard… when it's not raining. I fell into line and pulled a few things onto my tray smiling back at the lunch ladies. They're all genuinely nice to me, and so I make sure to return the favor. I can only be so rude to so many people.

Rose and Jaz were already sitting at our table in the corner, but they weren't alone. For some mysterious reason, Alice, the cute brother, and beautiful boy were sitting there too. I cursed at the god who did this to me, probably the same one who gave me Ben Cheney to balance that shit all out. Why did they have to be sitting at my table? Couldn't Alice do her flirting somewhere else? My eyes flicked over to another empty table across the room, and I thought about sitting there by myself. But I don't want to and plus, I really do want to befriend Alice for Jasper's sake.

Our table was one of the few long tables in the cafeteria that sat like twelve people, but only the three of us usually sat there. With Alice and them sitting there, it complicated our usual seating arrangement. I sat down next Rose facing the cute brother and feeling completely uncomfortable because I couldn't see Jaz's normal face. Closing my eyes I turned off my I-pod and the thoughts of horny teenage boys raided my mind. I automatically heard Jasper's calming voice singing an old song, and I pulled the earphones off allowing the others to see I was willing to participate in their perfect banter.

"Hey Bella, how was your summer?" Alice asked me right away.

"Boring… rainy… I worked a lot... yours?" I asked as she giggled at my answer.

"Same, but I had to help these two losers move. I swear I've never seen anyone move so slow," she said looking over at beautiful boy and the cute brother.

"There was a marathon of Project Runway on; we were in a trance. I was really hoping Carol Hannah would win; thanks for ruining the ending too," said the cute boy complaining about some TV show that I wasn't familiar with.

"Irina was clearly the best, and you're welcome," Alice smiled.

"Hey, I'm Emmett Cullen." The cute brother turned to me and stuck out his hand.

"Bella Swan," I answered shaking it and hearing his thoughts.

Mmmm. Delicious apples… I wanted to laugh out at the irony. Of course the cute brother, Emmett, was making boob to fruit analogies. … But then I realized he was staring at my tray.

"Oh, do you want one?" I asked him holding out an apple.

"Yeah thanks. I didn't pack enough for lunch," he said smiling shyly. I turned to beautiful boy wondering if I would get the same luck as Emmett.

"Hi, I'm Bella," I said sticking out my hand to him exactly like Emmett had to me. But he ignored it. He looked at my hand and up to my face and just ignored it. I tugged back my arm and concentrated his thoughts. I couldn't hear him… Nothing. "What's your name?" I asked him… still no reply verbally or mentally.

"Don't worry about Edward, Bella. He's being a jerk today," Alice apologized for him.

He's being a dick because you were a total bitch this morning. Emmett thought telling me unintentionally.

Ah damn, could Lauren wear a shorter skirt? ... Mike Newton, gross.

I've got so much honey, the bees envy me… Jasper.

I rubbed my forehead trying to understand what was happening. I could hear Mike Newton and other guys from across the room, but I couldn't hear this boy sitting right across from me. Maybe it's because I haven't heard his voice… or maybe…

"Were you born with a vagina or something?" I asked him. Maybe he was born with both sets of genitalia or some weird shit. Everyone choked and Emmett spritzed his water all over Jasper.

"What?" Beautiful Boy finally acknowledged me. Still no mental sounds...

"Were you born a girl?" I asked.

"No," he glared at me. "What is wrong with you?"

"Turret's," I squeaked jumping up from my seat and grabbing my bag. I was freaking out. I didn't know what's wrong with me…

I let the thoughts assault my mind comforting me that I was still sane or as sane as I was before… I couldn't be losing my curse. But would it be such a bad thing if I was? I would be able to have a normal – well able to have a semi-normal life. Mrs. Cope greeted me as I entered the office; she was one of the many babysitters I had when I was a baby. Dad had to leave me with someone who volunteered since we couldn't afford much. But Mrs. Cope is like a stand-in grandmother I guess. She doesn't know about the curse, but she knows enough to let me sign out and call my father.

"I'll call Charlie for you Bella if you just want to head home," she smiled. I thanked her and walked out of the office sighing when I reached fresh air. I walked past the parking lot quickly until the voices from the school dulled. It started to rain harder but I left my hood down to let the raindrops wash away the fallen tears on my cheeks. Looks like I was starting my crying day soon than I thought.

"Bella!" Rosalie called from downstairs. Looking over at the clock, I realized that I had fallen asleep a few hours ago.

Bella? Jasper called through his thoughts.

"I'm here," I muttered helplessly laying on my bed. As they made their way stumbling up the stairs to my room, I thought for a nanosecond about not telling them.

"Are you okay?" she asked sitting down next to me.

What happened at lunch? Jasper asked silently as he sat in the rocking chair across the room.

"I can't hear him," I mumbled.

What – happened – at – lunch?! Jasper thought loudly causing me to wince.

"Not you!" I scolded him. "It's that – Edward? That's his name? I can't read him."

"Well that explains why you asked him if he had a vagina," he laughed.

"You can't hear anything? At all?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said blankly.

"This is just – this is…" Rose stuttered.

"Impossible," Jaz finished.

"Well at least it's one less guy you don't have to listen to," she tried to reassure me.

"Yeah," I tried. Except that now I'll just wonder what he's thinking all the time now.

"Yeah as good looking as they are, I bet Emmett and Edward are real assholes," Rose tried again to comfort me.

"But I don't think they are, at least not Emmett. He had a good vibe about him except for the part when he was eyeballing my lunch."

"Well he could still be a dick towards girls," she objected.

"Maybe," I mumbled. But I knew that he wasn't like that. Besides the mistake with the fruit analogy, the only thing he thought about was that Rose was the most beautiful girl he'd never seen in his entire life. Nothing vulgar or gross…

By the next morning I had decided that I just needed to apologize to Alice, Emmett, and Edward. I leaned against Rose and Jaz's car waiting them to show up. I wasn't really sure what I was going to say but I figured any apology was better than no apology. I spotted the shiny silver car entering the parking lot and watched it park on the other end of the lot clearly ignoring the empty spaces near me. I trudged down the pavement frustrated when I saw Edward pop out of the driver's side and make his way into the building. Emmett and Alice stood watching him and shrugged at each other.

"Alice!" I said pulling out my earphones. She paused startled at my hurrying figure towards her, and Emmett stopped, wondering what I was going to do next.

"Hey, I just wanted to uh… about yesterday at lunch, I'm sorry. I'm not usually – well, I am usually like that," I tried to apologize failing miserably.

"It's okay Bella," Alice stammered with wide eyes.

"No it's not. I don't mean to be rude… I just come off as a, uh, freak, I guess," I muttered staring down at my feet and wincing at the offensive word - freak.

"Ah, Alice! I can't believe you," Lauren Mallory paused behind her forcing to stop Jessica with her. "You shouldn't make Bella apologize for what she is. She can't help being a psycho-bitch."

"Thanks Lauren," I said seeming sincere. Lauren rolled her eyes at me and stalked off following Jessica.

Does she not realize that chick just bagged on her? Emmett wondered watching as they entered the building.

"It's easier if you try to confuse them," I looked at him dropping my fake tone. "I'll see you around," I nodded plugging my earphones back in.

Classes continued on as the same. I pretended to be learning and listening when I really was doodling in my notebook. It was one of the black and white composition books, and it was filled with little drawings and actual people's thoughts that were worth writing down. In history I paused my ipod to sift through guy's thoughts. If I have to live with the curse, you can bet I'll use it for entertainment purposes. Jasper was in Trig trying to pay attention. Tyler Crowley was thinking about the basketball scene from that movie Coming To America. Trust me, it was funnier on TV…

Punkass bitch, I'll show him to disrespect me. I froze when I heard someone ranting. I recognized it was a senior – James MacArthur. Reading his mind, I figured out that Edward had apparently bumped into him this morning and it pissed James off. He roughly formed a plan to confront him after school in the parking lot. I was unsure of how I should react. There was no chance I was going up to that kid at all, and I couldn't go up to Edward and ask him to apologize to James, could I? Plus I doubt James would accept even if Edward did.

I just bought a lemonade to go with the homemade sandwich I'd brought. Everyone else was already sitting at the table chatting away. I silently sat down and pulled my earphones; I still had to apologize to Edward about yesterday. I looked over to Edward and I swear my jaw actually fell open. He was listening to his ipod staring down at a book ignoring everyone. But I knew this was an insult directed at me, and it ticked me off. I was trying to apologize and he kept ignoring me. I guess he was trying to teach me a lesson which I might have deserved. I suppose this was what other people, the normal people, have to put up with when I'm around. Except that's how the normal people want it. They don't want the freaky psycho-bitch to interfere or burden them. They want her silent in the corner or better yet, not even around. I turned my attention to the others. Jasper, Rose, and Alice were animatedly chatting about old TV commercials.

Emmett was in his own world with his tray full of food. What is the capital of Vermont? Helena… no that's Montana. Concord… New Hampshire. No… Vermont. Something, Vermont.

Montpelier! Montpelier, Vermont. I wanted to scream at his brain fart as I listened to him. I waited another fifteen minutes as he continued to struggle.

"Hey Alice," I said gaining everyone's attention. "Remember that old Cherrios commercial. The really cute one with the little girl eating Cheerios as her sister was doing her capitals, but she gets stuck on Vermont, and then the little girl pipes up Montpelier… sorry I just couldn't get it out of my head."

Oh yeah! Montpelier, Vermont! That's it… weird. Emmett relaxed as he turned to his tray.

"Yeah that one was really cute. They don't make cereal commercials like they used to. Now it's all about diets and calories," Alice continued on as I zoned out.

I glanced back at Edward and found him looking at me, and before I could do or say anything he looked back down at whatever he was reading. When the bell rang, he was the first up and out of his seat; I'd never seen anyone move so fast. I entered Mr. Banner's room spouting off apologies and excuses for my absence. He gave me a syllabus and pointed me toward the only available seat in the back… which happened to be next to Edward Beautiful Cullen. Why are the gods doing this to me? They better give me something amazing to balance this shit out.

I got the urge to ask Angela to switch seats with me when I saw her. She's a friend, I guess. We always partner up for projects and things, and we did volunteer work together. But I rarely hung out with her other than that. But I swallowed my words when I saw Ben Cheney sitting next to her wit ha nervous smile on his face, and I just couldn't do that to him. I took my seat next to Edward and turned off my ipod hoping I would catch something that trickled out of his mind. But as we took notes, I wanted to rip Edward's head off to let everything come pouring out… and for the way he angled his chair away from me. Again when the bell rang, he sprang from his seat like as if he were trying to escape death… Nope it was just me he was escaping from.

I know Coach Clapp was just as happy to see as I was to see him. He winced as I came up to apologizing for missing the first day of school. He dismissed me quickly and imagined all the paperwork I was going to cause him. It turned out that having hundreds of thoughts assaulting your mind all at once diminished my reflexes… and my balance… and my hand-eye coordination. I changed into my gym clothes leaving my poor ipod behind in my bag. I would surely drop it or step on it; the gods would find some way to destroy it.

The sight of glimmering bronze hair made me freeze. Edward and Emmett were sitting on the bleachers laughing and chatting away. And for once today, Edward looked beautiful without the scary glare he'd been wearing all day. Emmett saw me and waved me over, and I felt naked without my hoodie when Edward looked at me. I prayed to the helpful god that he wasn't thinking grapes.

"Hey guys, I didn't know you had gym now," I said awkwardly sitting down on the row in front of them.

"Yep, where were you yesterday?" Emmett asked.

"I went home after lunch… I didn't feel very well," I said looking at Edward to see his reaction. He seemed very interested in the rafters in the ceiling. "About yesterday Edward," I started to apologize.

"Oh, basketball," he sprung up and walked away leaving me with Emmett.

"Don't mind him Bella, he's just being-" he started.

"He has the right to be. I probably freaked him out yesterday," I told him.

"He'll get over it."

"Maybe, hey this is going to sound odd, but can Edward throw a punch? Like can he hold himself in a fight?" I asked trying to seem nonchalant… trying.

"Uh, I guess if he had to. Why?" He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Just curious," I muttered before getting up quickly moving toward the large group of girls getting ready to get into teams. Surprise surprise! I was picked last, and Jessica seemed thrilled to have me on her team.

"You stand over there, and try not to screw it up," she glared at me.

You'd think that she'd be more worried about her nails or something, but no. Girls were insanely competitive about everything in this school. I stood on my designated spot and watched as girls ran back and forth across the gym. My head buzzed as I blocked out thoughts about the nice sets of melons and pomegranates, and I rubbed my forehead trying to ease away the horrible pressure that was building up. I felt something grip the back of my t-shirt and pull me backwards slamming me into something hard as I saw the basketball whiz right by my head bouncing hard against the bleachers. I whipped my head in the other direction to see Jessica with an angry expression muttering something to Lauren.

"Damn it, Bella, can't you pay attention?!" Lauren yelled at me from across the gym.

What the hell?! She could have knocked my head off with that pass! My fingers instinctively balled into a fist. Pay attention, my ass! That was on purpose; no one had ever passed me the ball in a real game. I flung my arms angrily, but something – someone – caught my wrist.

"Whoa, watch it." A voice caused me to turn my head.

At that moment, I realized many things: beautiful boy looked too perfectly gorgeous up close; he was the one to pull me out of the way; his body was rock hard; and the pressure was gone. Everything was silent.

"Thank you," I barely whispered tugging my arm free from his grip as the horny thoughts rushed back into my mind. I wanted to throw up and cry and punch someone all at once.

"Swan, hit the locker room," Coach Clapp called out as he watched me closely. He could tell something was wrong. I couldn't process anything as I sat in the locker room not moving. I wasn't sure how long I had been sitting there, but my mind jumped back into focus as Coach Clapp's whistle blew and the sounds of gossiping girls grew louder. I only bothered to put my hoodie back on not wanting anyone to judge my fruits and grabbed my stuff almost running down Jessica as I left. Even at my locker, I'd only managed to grab some of the books I needed not bothering to put them in my book bag.

It wasn't until I was I was outside halfway to the car that I remembered James. I managed to spot Edward walking slowly towards the other end of the parking lot. I hurried toward him as fast as I could without tripping over myself while my head turned looking for James. I saw him making his way toward Edward with a scary look on his face. He was smiling. He stood in his way blocking the parking lot as Edward looked confused. Finally reaching them, I tripped falling down and dropping all of my books into the mud at James' feet. My knees stung as rocks and dirt cut into my skin, but I felt relieved that James was distracted.

Pathetic freak… He laughed and scoffed at me kicking some of my books and walked away feeling better.

"What the hell just happened?" Edward asked looking down at me as I wiped the mud off my hands.

"Bella! Are you okay?" Emmett appeared next to me helping me stack my books. "What happened?" he asked looking up at Edward.

"I don't know; that guy just – he wanted to start shit or something," he muttered confused as I walked away.

She knew… Emmett thought watching me stumble away. I stalked past Rose, Jasper, and Alice as they stood watching us confused.

Are you okay? Where are you going? We can still give you a ride home! … I ignored Jasper's worried thoughts walking straight into the woods heading to my special place.

Running was main form of exercise, but hiking was my sport; it was my escape. I could be alone with just my own thoughts. But as I walked, occasionally stumbling, I could only concentrate on the designs of the dried mud that covered my math book.

I felt instantly more relaxed as I approached the small clearing. It was a small patch of unkempt grass with an old wooden bench surrounded by a forgotten garden. It used to be beautiful here filled with so many flowers that I couldn't remember the names. But in the spring, pink rhodies and blue camas blossoms would still bloom and at night you could see the stars if it wasn't too cloudy.

Tilde used to call it her meadow, the little piece of heaven she shared with her husband Graham. I never met him, but it felt like I knew him from the stories she told me. Matilda Masen, Tilde as I called her, was one of my adopted grandmothers. From when I was four until I was nine, Tilde watched me on long weekends and holidays when Dad was at work. I even went over there after school to do my homework. But Tilde was kind and caring. She had that loving quality about her and she was funny too. She would tell me stories about her life with Graham and her daughter. I met her a few times – the last was after Tilde died. But when it wasn't raining we would go outside and we'd garden a little. Her favorite spot was this little meadow located on the far back corner of the Masen property.

I set my stuff down on the bench and plopped myself on the tall, wet grass. I started to break down. I cried for my pathetic life, for Tilde; I cried because Edward Stupid Cullen was the answer to all of my problems. And I was sure he hated me as I hated him.

Rose and Jasper were waiting for me on my couch when I got home. They were silent as I changed in the hallway bathroom cleaning up and putting on my pajamas. I curled up in between them as I stared at the movie they were watching. Gone in 60 Seconds… It was a movie they both loved and almost completely worn out my VHS copy.

"I'm a baaaaad man," we quoted in unison cracking each other up. I groaned as I started to tell them everything.

"So you heard nothing when he touched you?" Rose asked when I finished.

"I could still hear, just no voices in my head," I said.

"Do you know what this means?" Jasper asked with an excited smile. "He could be the one Bella!"

"The one what?" I asked.

"The one! You know, your soul mate – one soul but in two bodies," he smiled almost giddy. "It's perfect. You could be together and he would be able to keep his thoughts private!"

"Well, can his soul read minds too?" I scoffed at him.

"What is wrong with you?" Rose asked staring at him like he had two heads… which at this particular time he did.

"What?" he asked looking at us with knitted eyes.

"You're being weird!" I told him. "And girly."

"Well I can't help it; I'm so excited because this is perfect," he told us.

"Are you on drugs?" Rosalie scooted back away from him.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you excited?" he asked us.

"Ugh, because it's not perfect. I don't date. He's not even my type, plus he hates me and I don't even know him," I told him.

"Bells you don't have a type. He's good-looking, and you can't read his mind – that's the only type you need," Jasper shook his head at me.

"Ugh, he's kind of right Bella," Rose agreed.

"What happened to 'Bah humbug. All guys are dicks!'?" I asked her.

"Bells…" she started.

"No, I have a type and Edward Cullen doesn't fit," I said in a silencing tone. I worked my brain trying to figure out if I really did have a type. The only boyfriend I had was Jasper, but he was the only boy that really knew me…

I don't have type at all I finally decided… I really should think about reconsidering girls again.

"I think you should go for it," Rose finally said breaking the silence.

"What?" I looked at her.

"I mean, at least try to be his friend… cause you can never have too many friends," she defended herself weakly.

"Yeah be friends and then you'll fall in-" Jaz started.

"Fine whatever," I groaned. "How am I supposed to be friends with him if he won't even let me talk to him?"

"Just be nice and smile a lot and laugh at his jokes," he suggested.

"Yeah because he loves to tell jokes," I scoffed.

"That sounds an awful lot like flirting," Rose said turning back to the movie. "You've been watching Mom's movies again, haven't you?"

"Whatever works," he shrugged his shoulders.

"Was it Breakfast At Tiffany's?" she continued.

"No, I'm not doing it," I said. "Something IS wrong with you

"Then pretend it's Jasper," she nudged me.

"I can't pretend that he's Jasper! I can hear Jaz's thoughts; it'll just drive me insane that-"

"Fine then," Jasper snapped. "Pretend he's just another girl…"

"And stop asking if he has a vagina," Rose laughed.

"Right, so ignore him or treat him like a snobby bitch? Yeah that'll work," I scoffed.

"Pretend it's Angela; you're friendly enough with her," he suggested.

"Alright I'll try," I surrendered. "But I'm only doing this for you," I said to Jasper "You better ask Alice out soon, before I screw it up for you."

"I bet it was Titanic. Did you cry again?" Rose asked glancing at him.

"No," he snorted loudly before muttering, "It was Gone with the Wind."

AN: so yeah, I decided that it'll mostly be Bella's POV... there could be a slight chance of an EPOV... we'll see how it goes.

I always forget what I'm supposed to tell you guys.

Oh, I don't know what happened to Jasper either... he's usually not like that. And I've never seen Gone with the Wind or the read the book even though I live in Georgia. We like to take pride in stuff like that. People in other places do it too right? Because if I live in Scotland, I would totally be bragging about Sean Connery...

Oh and school starts tomorrow for me. yippee! my World Lit book actually scares me when I flip through it. the pages are so thin like the Bible....

Look what you made me do; I've babbled killing you all with boredom.

THANKS FOR READING!!