Thank you, guys, so much for your support, both through this story and for the break-age of my laptop. I'm on the home computer now, and I hate it because people are coming up and down, I have no privacy, and no one knows I do this except my grade 8 teacher.

Now please bear with me through the grammar or any mistakes. I'm thinking there is a few of you that worry of the future of this story, because of one review. That's how this was brought to my attention.

Bella and Edward's relationship will NEVER take over this story. So don't expect lemons or constant making out; Bella is very conservative. Shy. Not her thing.

Anyway, a short chapter…

I'm so sorry.

I just realized you guys did give me 360 reviews in total. Okay, then…this is a totally due chapter! It sucks though, so I'm so sorry. I was writing it on FanFiction and when I pressed SAVE it never did, so, please bare with me here.

"A residence, as in…?"

"As in Bella living here until we get this mess shorted out," Carlisle corrected, still using a matter-of-fact tone, a small black phone now in his hand. "I'm sure we have enough room somewhere. There's two guest rooms…"

"I can't," I interrupted. "I just…can't impose on you guys like—"

Edward was glaring at me, but it was Carlisle who spoke. "There is no way you could be putting us out, Bella. I'm glad you guys actually brought this to my attention because something has to be done. Jesus, Edward, would you really let these young girls go back there?"

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Me?" he stressed. "I have very little to do with this!"

His father just waved him off. "Edward, don't be so flippant. I'm sure if you hadn't intervened..." He looked at me with a small smile that made me feel guilty. "Maybe something could have happened."

Yes. Here comes the guilt.

"Yeah, I believe it," Edward said quietly. I felt watched, exposed, sitting there between father and son.

Edward's phone, which had been pressed up against my thigh between us, vibrated, cracking the haze of awkwardness. After a few minutes of button-tapping, Edward sighed, slipped the phone away and looked at me.

"A small child by the name of Sophie is looking for you."

"Okay," I sighed, pushing up from the couch and going for the stairs. Neither of them followed, which led me to believe they were going to have a little Bella-free conversation.

It still didn't feel right, the prospect of living in this house. I would feel weird, awkward, and what if I wasn't welcome by everyone? Like Rosalie. She was adopted with that Jasper character, and I was pretty sure her and I were not the term of friends. We've never spoken but her demeanor wasn't one of welcoming. I couldn't…wouldn't…but should.

Alice assisted me in feeding the three girls, and with her helping, I relized how easy it could be. I'd gotten used to doing this by myself and though accustomed, it felt like a huge weight was lifted. "Uh, thanks for helping, Alice," I said, laughing awkwardly. "Its greatly appriciated."

"Yep, anytime. I also understand my dad is going to be 'helping' too. Is that why you guys are here?" she asked curiously. "What happened? Is everything good or what?"

"Er, yeah, everything's fine. No big deal." I searched for a distraction. "So how are you liking school?"

A smile snapped onto her face. "I love it - its so easier here. Its like...I don't know. You can tell some people are a little bitchy and rude, but mostly everyone is pretty awesome."

I nodded, faking agreement. "Yeah. Its pretty awesome."

"So, Bella," Alice started innocently. "At the end of October is the school's first dance... You going?"

I almost blanched at the question. "Of course not," I told her. "Its...well, besides not being my thing, I have other responsibilities than dancing." I remembered all those days of sitting in the classroom all along, while the floors shook with the music down the hall. I think I've hated dances sense before I was even born; it had to be embedded in me somewhere.

Dances made me cringe. I remembered all those years of sitting in the classroom alone while music shook the floor from down the hallway, where everyone was dancing. I think they all liked it, being sweaty and grinding against each other. The thought literally made me shudder.

At the time I didn't even like boys and boys never liked me. Actually, no one has ever liked me.

"I'm sure you can figure something out," Alice objected. "You know, find a babysitter or something."

"No Alice," I sighed. "I'm seriously when I say that a dance is…not anywhere close to my thing." If there were something that I would never budge with it would be going to a dance. I hated the next day of school too, because all you hear about are the dances. "Oh, I grinded with him all night long." "She came up to me and just started pushing up on me, and I was just like 'Okay then,' and started grinding back."

Oh…my God.

When she spoke again, her voice was tainted with something really weird. Almost acidic. "Edward wants to go. I think he's considering letting Jessica take him. You know, Jessica Stanly."

"Of course," I muttered so quietly, I barely even heard myself. Looking down at the floor, I silently wondered what Alice was doing, or if she was really doing anything and I was imagining this all. I didn't want to believe her but a small part made me wonder because of how little I knew about Edward. "That's cool," I replied indifferently.

Edward wasn't mine – he was nothing like my possession. I didn't have any right or control over him whatsoever.

"Whatever," she exhaled, turning away and leaving me in the kitchen.

I can't get along with people. When have I ever related to anyone my age? Maybe when I was four and we were all having trouble spelling our names, that was the only point I could relate to.

I grew up too fast and that impacted all of my life. I didn't know how to talk to Alice on a normal, casual level, I barely even knew what to say to Edward half the time, it was so damn awkward. What could I even say?

Some part of my brain was programmed to disable me of this small detail. It had made school difficult from the start – no kids even give you the chance. Your stuck in this ever-lasting whirlwind of immaturity, fake innocence and cussing. Its like…being tied to pole, incapable of moving to the water bottle not five feet away; except for me, this water bottle was worlds away. I couldn't reach it for the life of me.

This metaphoric water bottle was relation. I couldn't relate. To no one. And no one could relate to me. They wanted to talk about danced; I wanted to talk about the savings at the local supermarket. They wanted to talk about getting drunk and high behind the school; I wanted to talk about how well Caitlyn had been doing in school.

Stupid water bottle.

Okay, I have to leave it at that. I can't write anymore, watching Law and Order: SVU too, so, distracted. I'm so sorry, I feel horrible. This computer is being horrible to me as well and so is FanFiction.

In that "reviewing note" I posted, it mentioned my new story… Yeah, that will be on hold for a while until I get my info back from my laptop. Right now I'm writing Three's a Family on paper and this chapter seems really deep, so I think it will be pretty good. Out next week? Maybe this weekend? I don't know how to pick up on An Intense Dark Side.

Please REVIEW. This chapter did suck, but we're going back into that heartache and secret thing with Bella and the girls. Not all rainbows.

390? Get me to 390 reviews and I will work sofa king hard on the next chapter. My spirits have been down for weeks now and I have a lot of pent up tension from not writing.

I need to know I didn't lose you guys in my absence!

REVIEW to 390!

-Love Glitter

P.S. Sorry for the long Author's Notes!