Authors Note- Surprise POV in this chapter, and a bonus POV, because I love all of you.

Disclaimer- S. Meyer owns all things Twilight.

BPOV

Caution this medicine has side effects such as: Nausea, vomiting, dizziness and possible depression. If any of these are occuring excessively, then talk to your doctor because it could be serious.

Those words, were how I felt.

I had barely eaten, because it all came right back up, and I was so fucking dizzy and nauseous. My head was constantly hurting, so I just laid in bed all day, or by the toliet.

Carlisle had visited, and I begged for him to just let me stop taking them. They helped the headache and pain but I hated the side effects. I hated feeling the way I did. It didn't help that I had a actually depressed Edward coming over to check on me.

The bruises under his eyes were getting more visable, and he was getting thinner. Esme claimed that she made dinner every night, trying to make him eat, but he just threw it out without a thought.

I actually thought he was going to be okay after the day we talked a little, but he just seemed to get worse. I considered making him sleep in my bed with me since I was up, I could make sure he slept. My stomach was bad some nights so I didn't always get much sleep, and I had to sleep on my stomach because with my head directly on the pillow, hurt like a mother trucker.

I had taken a leave of absence at work, and luckily they understood my situation. We just told them that I had a bad spill on the stairs and fell on the stairs. I knew that they would question me when I went back to working, but I couldn't tell them the truth.

It was around three when Edward walked in. I was laying on my stomach, head off to the side. I had just showered and my hair was damp. I was just about to take a nap actually.

Edward's face was pale and a little gaunt looking. He was holding soup and a bottle of water.

" You need it more then me." I murmured.

He sighed " Are you going to say that each time I bring you food?"

" Yeah."

" I'm not hungry."

" Then get over here and take a fucking nap. Your face is starting to scare me. Your pale and look like a vampire who came out of it's crypt."

He scowled at me. "How about you eat, you barely eat."

" I'm nauseous. Your just not eating because your not. And you look awful thin, Edward. Please just eat a cracker or something."

" No, but I will take you up on that nap offer. My room is so fucking bright." he grumbled, curling up on my bed. His head lolled over to the pillow and he yawned. I considered resting my head on the other side to see him, but I knew that would cause some pain. I took a deep breath, once again closing my eyes to take a nap.

Edward wasn't in my bedroom when I awoke only an hour or so later. I started to come to the thought that he just said he was going to nap to appease me. Slowly I lifted my head up, letting out a big yawn. I got out of my bed and decided to take a shower.

I didn't let the water hit directly on my head, but washed my hair gently and slowly. I massaged it out and washed my body, I shaved my legs, because I slept in shorts and hair wouldn't be very attractive. I dried my body off quickly and wrapped a robe around me. I toweled my hair until it was damp and combed through it with ease.

When I walked into my bedroom to get some pajama's, I saw an exhausted Edward, passed face down on my bed. His arms were stretched out as well as his legs. I grabbed my loose school t-shirt with the logo, and a pair of blue shorts. I slipped my clothes on and headed downstairs, ready to take my medicine once more.

" Hello, darling." my mother said, standing from her spot on the couch to kiss my cheek.

" Feeling okay today?"

I shrugged " A little achey, but I figured I could make some dinner."

" Oh, your father and I made some salad thats in the fridge."

" I'm going to make something for, Edward."

She wrapped her arm around my waist " Even when you are the one who takes the hit, you are still an amazing friend."

" Well, he looks too scrawny. And he is already passed out on my bed so I figured I could make him something. Esme said that he hasn't been eating, so I figured I could get him to eat."

"Okay, well I will leave you to it. Your father and I are in the living room if you need us."

I smiled and opened up the cabinets, looking through what we had. When I spotted the raw packaged steak in the fridge, I grabbed it, ripping off the plastic wrapped. I found little red potatoes and chopped them up, seasoning the steak in the same time.

I seasoned the red potatoes with garlic and herb seasoning, salt and pepper and put that in the oven before broiling the steak. The food took about an hour to cook because the potatoes took long to soften up. But once they did, I broiled the steak, taking it out, flipping it over. I made a tangy sauce for it, one that I made often because Carlisle, Edward and my dad liked it. It almost tasted like A1 steak sauce, but different. Once the steak was done I put the potatoes on the plate, along with the steak and grabbed a spoon. I speared the sauce onto it, letting it drop onto the plate in a swirl design.

" Maybe you should consider Culinary school." my father piped up.

I laughed quietly " No, cooking isn't something I like doing all the time."

I picked up the plate, along with a fork and knife and headed upstairs. It was still steaming by the time I reached my bedroom. I opened the door quietly, and shut it the same. I set the plate gently on the end table and sat on the side of Edward.

"Edward," I whispered.

When I rested my hand on his shoulder he groaned " No, I don't want to play with the sea giraffes."

I stiffled a laugh " Edward, wake up."

" NO!" he yelled, shooting up in bed and almost hitting my forehead

" What's going on." he said clearly startled.

" I made your scrawny ass some dinner." I teased.

He plopped his head back into my pillow " You shouldn't have to do that."

" I shouldn't, but I did because I love you. So either eat it, or make me feel bad."

Edward sat up and I handed him the plate, along with the utensils and napkin that I had collected

" You never half ass anything." he mumbled, slathering his steak in the sauce.

I smiled and laid on my side, yawning loudly. " How are you doing?"

" Seriously?" he asked.

" Yes."

"I feel like...shit. I'm exhausted, and I haven't been able to sleep in that damn room of mine. It makes me feel more depressed. All the quietness is driving me fucking insane, it makes me want to shoot myself and get it over with. I feel horrible because you basically took a hit from queen bitch-a-lot about something that had nothing to do with you. That thing on your cheek is seriously mocking me. And lastly, I feel lonely. Like I want to run over to Tanya's house and beg for her to take it back. But at the same time, angry, because she went and pursued Tyler because I wouldn't give her sex. It makes me feel like I wasn't good enough, and like sex was all she was in it for. I don't even think she loved me, and that just...it fucking hurts like hell."

I frowned " I'm sorry my face mocks you."

He chuckled " Isabella, only you would make a joke about that... No, I just feel horrible."

" If your room is unsleepable then sleep in your living room."

" Don't like me crashing in your bed?"

" Jeez, Edward... Just out of a relationship and your already jumping into another bed."

He flicked my arm.

" I don't, just no taking the blankets, like you always do. Or shifting, because my head hurts like it was slammed into the floor...haha. And no cuddling, I'm not a rebound."

Edward laughed dryly " Slammed into the floor...hahaha, hahaha, ha- that is so not funny."

" I thought it was funny."

" Of course."

I shifted the covers so they were over my body, keeping me warm. I listened as Edward's fork scraped against the plate, along with the knife. When I heard the plate settling on the table, Edward sunk down next to me.

" Thank you, Izzy Pop. I have no idea what the hell I would do without you."

I wasn't even going to ask.

Cold...

Freezing cold...

No blanket...

The fan on...

Pillow somewhere unknown...

Cold...

When I lifted my head I groaned at the pain. I looked over at Edward, glaring at the sight. He was wrapped all in the blanket. His head on a pillow, but hugging mine to his chest. A weird, creepy smile was etched across his face, making me angry.

I grabbed the pillow, tugging it from his arms as he made a whimpering noise, grabbing for something. I knew he was lonely, but I couldn't take the cuddling. Not when he doesn't have the same feelings as I do. When his hand caught my shirt, I felt him inch closer.

When his body moved I made a grab for the blankets, only to have him wake, and tug back.

" Cold." he murmured.

He gave a harsh tug, making me pull forward, and my neck swing back from the force. My head head the hard headboard with a crack.

Holy fucking mary lord of fucking shitting god hell on Earth. My jaw dropped from the pain that shot through the back of my head. Now, I wanted to die. It was almost worse then the pain I felt when it all happened.

" Oh, shit. Bella? Don't pass out on me."

My eyes clenched shut, and I felt his hands come to cradle the back of my head. I balled my hands into fists and took a deep, shuttering breath. My knuckles were probably white with how hard they were fisted.

" Honey, Bella. Are you okay? Should I get my dad?"

Edward called me honey.

" No." I rasped.

I tried to move from him, but he had moved his hands, pulling me so I rested by his side. His arm came around me, and his right hand reached to rub the back of my neck. My body slowly eased from being tense and I relaxed.

He kept massaging the back of my neck, and I felt him moving the blanket so it was also over me. I felt myself getting lost in the amazing feeling, my eyes fluttering closed. I was slowly slipping into sleep, still lost in the amazing feeling of his hand on the back of my neck.

Esme POV

I still hadn't heard from Edward after he had gone over to visit Isabella. I knew he was feeling horrible about what happened, but it truly wasn't his fault. Never did I understand why they both even befriended that blonde girl, she was never nice and similar to Tanya.

Renee and I spent time in the morning together, still working on the scrapbook of Edward and Isabella we were putting together. There were so many pictures of them, whether they be taken by Carlisle and I or Renee and Charlie. We had pictures of almost everyday of their lives. Hundreds of baby pictures of them.

We even had one of them when they were over a year old, and they had been crying. When we checked in the nursery, they were both hanging onto the railing, staring blankly at us when we opened the door, little mouths wide open in wonder. They were both giggling loudly upon seeing us, they were both big gigglers as kids. When we caught them sharing a secret, they were always giggling.

Both of them were just precious as kids. When little Isabella would get a scrape, bruise or scratch, Edward would kiss it right away and whisper that it would get better. He would put a band-aid on her and look out for her when it came to anything. Edward was always her protector

When lunch time rolled around, I decided to go upstairs to Isabella's bedroom to see if they would like a sandwich and pasta salad. The quietness behind the door told me that they were asleep, and I was glad because my poor son hadn't been sleeping, or eating.

I pushed the door open and saw the sweetest sight infront of my eyes. They were both laying side by side, Edward's left arm wrapped around her, and his hand coming to entwine with Bella's left hand. His right arm was reaching over as his hand lay behind Isabella's neck. Both of their faces facing eachothers.

I fumbled with the phone in my hand, snapping a picture just to capture this moment. I had so man pictures of these that I kept in secret, that's why I loved waking them up or seeing what they were doing. They were always holding or touching in some way, and it was adorable. They were just a gorgeous match. How could my son not see that?

How could he not see the pure love in her eyes.

Or the pure torture when he was with Tanya.

The longing...The deep connection?

EPOV

Depressed.

Sad.

Angry

Betrayed

Those four emotions had almost completely taken over my body. Betrayal and Depression being the two of the most part. I had given all of my love to someone who cheated on me, threw our relationship out the window for my so-called 'friend', I swear when I got my hands on him he would be sorry. He would be regretting the day he was born.

I would beat him up so fucking bad it would hurt to blink

What did he have that made Tanya cheat on me? Was sex all she wanted, or just a star quarterback because she is head cheerleader? She just betrayed me like it was nothing, and it had been going on for months, not a week...Not just a one time mistake. It was regular, she had said. And she proceeded to bash me on Bella and I's relationship.

' She was trying to break us up. Isabella Swan is a stupid, trashy, bitch... And for all I care, she can go back to London and jump off a fucking building.'

' You could never satisfy me anyways, you were nothing special to me that night, and you never will be. Even a desperate girl like Isabella Swan could be satisfied by your skills'

' Both of you are pathetic, your truly great for eachother'

All of the different things she has said to me that night, replaying in my head. The horrible things she said about Bella, the things that made me cringe and actually want to hit a girl. And how she raved about how Tyler is so much better, and that I was just a little fun. I was just for show.

Was I just nothing? Was I just a 'little fun'?

I've never felt like how I did. I gave her so much of my love, I handed her my heart, and she just crushed it. No women could be as disrespectful as she.

I wasn't surprised to hear about how she wasn't nice to Bella. After all the cruel, hateful things Tanya uttered about Bella, there was no surprise that. I just wanted to know what Tanya had said, but Bella had been really quiet. I knew that she had been trying to protect me, she didn't want to hurt me further.

She let me ruin her dress that night, her pillow, her shirt, and she didn't move when my tears ran down her neck. All she did was run her hands through my hair, telling me it would all be okay. And I felt loved, because I knew Bella would always be my best friend. She would always love me, and be there for me, because thats what friends are for.

I couldn't explain the devastation I felt when reality hit and it was over with Tanya...I felt horrible, but I knew that I would have to ease out of my feelings, and Bella helped. When Renee had come to my house, telling me of what Rose had done, I was shocked. Seeing Bella in that hospital bed, that welt on her cheek and her pale face... And Alice, how she was so fucking scared that Bella died because of such a hard slam.

The anger I harbored for Rosalie was almost similar to how I felt with Tanya. We all knew Rosalie and Tanya were close and they grew up together, Alice was close with her, but not as much as Rosalie.

When I got to the hospital that night, I was sure that I was going to get killed by how fast I was driving. I couldn't live in a world where Bella didn't exist. She is most of who I am. I can't go a day without seeing her without going absolutely psycho.

Last night, how she let me crash in her bed and made me dinner. Whilst she is still in a horrible amount of pain. I was still angry at myself for getting her head slammed into her iron headboard. I tried my hardest to comfort her, massaging the back of her neck slowly until she fell asleep, a light snore sounding.

I laid next to her, staring down at her.

Bella had changed alot from when she was younger. Her face had thinned out, loosing its round shape and becoming more oval-ish. Nose pointed and jaw more defined. Bella still had the same tiny body, but of course she has, as she would say 'developed'. Of course she was getting curves, hell she was almost eighteen, an adult. Her lips bright ruby, like they always were and her brown eyes rich. I knew that she would bring some man to his knee's with her beauty.

I knew that I had been giving Bella a hard time the past few months, and I made it right. I just hoped, that here on out, I could be the friend that she deserved, the friend that she wanted back.

My mother had woken me first that night, and then left, leaving me to wake up a tired Bella. She had to take her medicine now. I gently removed myself from my position beside her, setting her head down carefully.

"Time to wake up, Izzy Pop."

Izzy Pop, that name I came up with because of 'Iggy Pop'...'Izzy Pop' there was a resemblence. I was surprised last night when she didn't question. But I couldn't blame her, the girl had too many nicknames; Izzy, Izzy B, Iz, Iz B, Izzy Pop, Isabella, Bells, Bell and Bella. Thats nine nicknames to keep up with.

" You have to take your medicine, Iz..." no answer " Bella." I said louder. No answer "Isabella!"

Abruptly she awoke, sitting up fast, effectively making her head spin. She put her hand on the side of her head, blinking rapidly.

" What?"

" Medicine."

With a small groan of irritation, she laid back down, bringing the blankets back over her small body. Her grip on the blanket was tight, so I let her lay, leaving the room to bring the meds to her. I filled up a glass of water and grabbed the pills. I brought it back upstairs and set the glass on her end table.

" Come on, I brought it to you." I said quietly, peeling the blanket from her face.

She peeked up, taking the pills and swallowing them down with the cool water, before laying back down.

" How are you feeling?"

" Like my head was slammed into the floor."

What Bella didn't know...was that she just wasn't funny.

" I am being serious." I deadpanned.

Bella rolled over, burying her face in the pillow I had been laying on. I sat next to her, taking a deep breath before speaking.

" Thank you for letting me talk last night. It felt nice to get my emotions out, and I felt better talking to you and not my parents, or Emmett and Jasper."

She spun back over to lay on her back, looking up at me " It's what I am here for. I want you to be able to speak to me about anything."

Her fingers twisted in the comforter as she stared up at me. I brushed the hair in her face behind her ear, giving her a weak smile.

" Why do you think were such good friends?" she blurted, blushing immediatly " Sorry...I just... I wonder sometimes."

She didn't happen to be the only one who thought about it.

" I used to think it was because we were pushed together...But in a way we were. Like how our parents would go off and leave us with my grandparents or yours. We always talked to eachother when our parents weren't around. And it's not their fault, but it's probably a big reason."

" I mean, don't get me wrong, your an amazing friend, but we kind of had to confind in eachother. Our mothers would be working, crafting or doing something. And my dad was still chief of Medicine so he was always gone. I think Charlie was the one who was around the most, but we were always up in the bedrooms, doing something together or playing outside." I continued.

" I guess so."

I looked at her, seeing her head turned to the side, deep in thought. " And...Bella, you and I were just good friends. We liked similar things, and we enjoyed spending time together. And after all these years, we are still the same."

She bit her lip, nodding the slightest. " I need to get in the shower, now. Do you think you could make my bed, please."

I nodded and she slipped out of bed, stretching her arms above her head. She bent over to look at the calender hanging on the wall, a small frown spreading across her face

" What?" I asked, standing up.

" Today is Rosalie's Birthday...July 28th...It's already Friday."

I sighed " Bella, she doesn't deserve a Birthday wi-"

Just as I was speaking, Bella had raced straight into the bathroom, and I could hear her throwing up. She hadn't even aten anything. I slowly walked into the bedroom, reaching down to hold her hair up. After hacking up more until finally she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet.

" Why do I have to feel like utter shit all the time?"

I helped her stand " Come on. Brush your teeth and shower, okay. Would you like to go out maybe, get some lunch at the diner."

" Edwa-"

" No complaining, okay. You need to get out of here, and we both know it. And I can't sit at home all day or hide out here. I need fresh air, and I think you have a case of cabin fever."

BPOV

Begrudgingly, I got into the shower, trying my hardest not to barf the whole time. I gently massaged the shampoo and conditionar into my hair, and washed my body with the bodywash on the small shelf. After washing and rinsing, I stepped out of my shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I brushed my teeth for a good five minutes and dried off. I slipped my robe on and grabbed my comb, I went through my whole head with the comb and picked up my blow dryer. I dried my hair within ten minutes, setting my blow dryer down when finished.

Edward was not in my room, so I closed and locked my door to dress. I grabbed a pair of cotton undies and one of my bra's to slip on. I eased a pair of medium wash straight jeans on, grabbing my Muse t-shirt and converse. I brushed my hair, noting that I needed a haircut soon. I put it in a low pony tail, letting my bangs sweep off to the side.

I put on minimal makeup and headed downstairs.

"Are you going out, darling?"

I jumped back in surprise hearing Esme. " Yeah, Edward and I are going to get lunch." I informed her, swinging my bag over my shoulder. "We should be back in a little while."

I opened the front door, met with a light breeze and the bright sun. I blinked before skipping down the stairs and walking across the lawn. Edward was standing next to his bike, helmet in hand. I looked at him skeptically.

" Come on." he said, handing me the helmet and straddling the bike, putting his own on. I slipped mine on, buckling it securely. I sat behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist tightly. It was only a moment before we took off down the road.

I enjoyed the ride to its fullest. When we pulled up to the curb, Edward parked easily and we stepped off, taking off our helmets. We walked into the store, and I was quite surprised to see Emmett at a table with his dad, William McCarty.

Edward and I got a table in the corner, taking a seat quickly. I yawned, leaning back in my chair.

" Don't get sleepy on me now." he muttered, scanning the menu.

I scowled, though he didn't see me. I picked up the menu, looking over everything. My stomach churned reading certain things, but I moved on and read the next. I ended up asking for a salad, wanting to take it easy on my stomach.

" Bella...Edward." I heard a hesitant Emmett ask beside us.

Emmett was never hesitant.

We both turned our heads " Hey, Emmett." we said in usion.

" Can I..." he trailed off, motioning to the extra chair.

I nodded and he took a seat, looking at me " I never found out what happened. Was everything okay?" he asked.

" Um... I ended up having to go to the hospital."

" It was just a concussion right."

Edward sighed, putting his menu down " How about we get this done with. Rosalie caused Bella to have a half inch crack in her skull, and she had been vomiting foam in the hospital until they gave her something and had to sedate her to take x-rays. Now, she is still vomiting because of the fracture, and has to wait for it to heal, whilst still suffering from headache's, nausea and tiredness." Edward stated firmly.

Emmett looked a little taken back " Edward, dude, I am not taking Rosalie's side on this. As a matter of fact I have been avoiding her because Tanya super-bitch, has been around all the fucking time. I told her that she had to apologize, but she just won't budge. I know she feels bad. I just thinks if she apologizes that she will be betraying Tanya in a way."

I could see every wince at her name.

" And about her, dude, you are fucking better off. She has been bat-shit crazy, not angry, sad or whatever but always acting like she is going some drugs or something. I've been avoiding her as much as possible."

Edward mumbled a "Whatever."

"Look, I can't drag Rose over, but I really am sorry, Bells. I didn't think it would go that far, and it had nothing to do with you. But I'll leave you two be, Get better, Bells."

I nodded and Emmett stood, taking a seat back by his father. Who looked slightly confused by observing the serious conversation we had just had. Edward seemed frozen in his spot, staring blankly at the table. I reached over, resting my hand over his.

" Edward, It's going to be alright."

" Bella, what exactly had Tanya said to you, when you were alone with her?"

" I don't thi-"

He glared.

" She used to call me a bitch, telling me that I would never have a chance with you in hell. I don't know, just all this random shit. She would always glare at me when you weren't looking, or...just be all over you infront of me."

" Why would she do that. It's not like we are dating! Why does everyone think that?!"

" Edward." I scolded, trying to calm him down " Look, okay. I don't know. It's probably the whole 'guys and girls can't be just friends'. But I can't do anything about it, and neither can you. People will get it eventually."

I was basically discouraging myself by saying this, but I couldn't go spewing my feelings now.

He laughed without humor " Eventually...Why couldn't I be as smart as you, and not date until I was in college or shit? Thats a great plan to me."

When his double cheese burger came, I looked at him skeptically " You best start training, Edward. The coach will be pissed when you are back at school."

"I'm done with football."

That triggered something inside " What?! Seriously! Your going to let her do that much damage?"

" What? It has nothing to do with her." he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes.

" The reason I mostly got into it was because she was on the team, and I wanted attention. Now, I just couldn't care less. All the training is just tiring, and the after school is a waste of time. I'll just work out at the gym or some shit to keep up. I just don't want to do football." he said with finality

I nodded, not wanting to push him further.

We ate our food silently and I paid the bill, all the while Edward scolding me.

" Thats's what guys do, Isabella."

I glared " We aren't on a date, so until we are, I can pay."

He paused, looking at me with the weirdest expression on his face.

I basically just expressed that he had to date me in order to pay. That probably sounded a little off to him and I felt like a total idiot for opening my mouth and saying that.

" Alright...Well, let's head out."

Fuck. Now I just weird him out. He just got out of a relationship! Was I flirting? Of course I was, fuck I just failed miserably and embarassed myself, infront of Edward, the guy I like.

" I am going to use the washroom real quick. Excuse me."

I didn't wait for a response, I just fled quickly to the bathroom. Nobody was there, so I stood infront of the mirror, glaring at myself.

" What the fuck is wrong with you! Did Rosalie crack your head up that bad that you said that!" I yelled at myself.

Suddenly I heard a door open, revealing an old lady, she looked angry as she glared and washed her hands. After grabbing a tea-towel, she dried her hands off, still glaring at me.

" Young girl, you need to learn to speak with respect and not use such fowl words." she spat, walking out.

I sighed, walking out a few moments later. Edward was outside, leaning against the window of the building.

" Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded " Yeah, lets go."

I walked infront of his unmoving figure, heading towards the motorcycle.

" You coming?" I asked over my shoulder, grabbing the helmet.

He stood next to me, putting his helmet on before getting on and starting it up. I sat behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and ready to be off.

He seemed deep in thought when I got off the motorcycle. His face was almost..confused. I set the helmet down and leaned against his Volvo. I watched him slowly as he glided along the driveway, pacing back and forth with the same deep in thought look on his face.

" What did you mean by what you said at the diner."

I sighed " It came out wrong. Just forget about it." I said, tucking stray pieces of hair behind my ear.

" Okay," he said quietly.

He wasn't going to let it go.

" Edward...Just let it go, I didn't mean anything about it."

That seemed to confuse him further.

" Well, I am going to head home. This sun is doing a number on me. Thanks for taking me out."

" You paid." he scoffed.

I ignored him, walking over the lawn to my house. I hoping to hell that he would just drop what I said.

Authors Note- Filler-ish. Review if you wish.