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"Bella, I don't care what they think about us. I'm happy, you're happy, right?" I nod. "Then why should we listen to what other people think about us? We are both new to this relationship thing and it is going to take some getting used to. I'm willing to ride this out. Are you?"

"Of course. I'm sorry for being so silly."

"You're not being silly. You're being you and caring about other people. That's one of the reasons I like you so much." I blush and he chuckles before leaning down and kissing me. I kiss him back for a few moments before we break apart and he takes me into his arms.

"So, it's true?" A dull voice asks from behind us and we both turn to see Tanya standing there, her face red and her hands balled into fists.

"Yep." Edward shrugs, not looking in the bit interested in her. I want to laugh but him I'm too worried about Tanya's reaction to do so.

"Well, I'm happy for you." She smiles and winks at Edward before walking off. I feel Edward tense up beside me.

"What's the matter?" I ask, feeling panicked. What if he realizes he can have her and he's now stuck with me?

"Nothing." He shrugs and kisses my forehead before starting to eat his lunch. Nothing else is said on the matter.

Chapter thirty-one.

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The second half of the school day passes in the same manner as the first. People stare and point, whispering to those around them. Luckily, I have Alice and Edward in my last few classes, so if anything too horrible was said, they would snap at the offender; therefore silencing them for the rest of the lesson. I wanted to laugh at one guy who started crying because Edward yelled at him.

Edward drives me home from school, holding my hand the whole way and singing along to the radio. I swoon when he looks over at me while singing a really cheesy love song. I can't believe how perfect Edward is, and I also can't believe he wants to be my boyfriend. When he looks at me, my heart speeds up and I get butterflies in my stomach. It's weird to have feelings like this because of another person, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

When we pull up at my house, I can see the curtain twitch in the living room - no doubt, my mother. I roll my eyes and Edward chuckles, obviously seeing it as well. He doesn't seem to mind as he leans over and kisses me sweetly before getting out the car and running around to open my door for me. I smile at him and say goodbye before walking up the house, waiting for my mother's comment.

I open the front door and I'm surprised to see Emmett sitting in the living room, flicking through the channels on the television. He glances up at me as I pass the open door, but doesn't say anything. I call out for Mom, but I don't get a reply. She must have gone upstairs. Shrugging, I grab a bottle of water and make my way to the living room, hoping Emmett will put something worth watching on for a change.

Since Emmett is sprawled across the couch, I fall into Charlie's recliner.

"So, it is true?" Emmett mutters and I look over to see him glaring at me.

"Is what true?" I sigh, seeing that Emmett isn't happy about something.

"That you have not only ruined my life, but now you have stolen my best friend," he hisses, sitting up straight on the couch and glaring at me. I can't help but feel hurt by this. How have I ruined his life? I have never done anything to Emmett to make him hate me. I love my brother.

"What?" I gasp out, tears building in my eyes.

"Edward. You've somehow managed to make him like you and now he doesn't anything to do with me." I choke back a sob, feeling anger slowly building in me.

"I didn't ask Edward to stop talking to you, if that's what you think!" I snap. How dare he think that about me? I would never tell Edward who he can and can't be friends with. I'm his girlfriend, not his mother.

"Of course you didn't." He laughs, but there isn't anything funny about this situation.

"What could I possible gain out of making Edward stop talking to you, Emmett? You two weren't talking before Edward and I got together. None of this is my fault."

"Yes, it is!" he roars and stands up. When he is right in front of me, he glares so fiercely that I expect lasers to shoot out of his eyes. "Everything is your fault. If you weren't here, Edward would still be my friend and I would have to worry about people at school hating me because I am related to you." I shakily stand up so that he isn't towering over me, but it isn't any use. Emmett is so tall that he towers over me even if I stand up.

"I'm sorry that you have such a horrible life, Emmett," I whimper, tears spilling over and rolling quickly down my cheeks. If only Emmett could live in my shoes for a day. He wouldn't complain about his life then. Emmett has everything he wants. He has the supermodel girlfriend, the friends, and the popularity. I have nothing compared to him. Three friends - that is all I have. I don't have the popularity; I don't have the choice of which party to go to on a Friday night. The one thing we do have in common is the supermodel partners.

"Yeah, you should be, Isabella. It's all your fault." A loud sob leaves my lips and my legs buckle from under me. Before I can hit the floor, Emmett grabs me and holds me to his chest. Fighting against him, I realize it isn't any use. He isn't going to let go of my anytime soon. He hates me, why is he hugging me?

"Why, Emmett? Why do you hate me so much?" I sob quietly, clutching the front of his shirt as he holds me to him. He doesn't say anything for what feels like forever. I feel like yelling and screaming at him. I want to know why he hates me, and I want to know now.

"I don't hate you," he cries, rubbing my back and hair softly. I whimper and bury my face more into his chest, searching for the comfort my brother used to give me when I was upset. I don't find it.

"Yes, you do!" I wail, trying to push away from him. He just holds onto me tighter.

"I am so sorry," he whispers and kisses the top of my head. I feel wetness fall onto my head and I know that Emmett is crying along with me.

"Why, Emmett? What happened to my Emmy-bear? I want him back, Emmett. I want him back," I admit loudly, my tears making my point even more real. He whispers soothing words to me and rocks us from side to side.

Eventually, I manage to calm down, but I don't let go of Emmett. For the first time in years, my brother is holding me in his arms and I don't want to lose it so soon. I breathe in Emmett's scent. When we were children, I used to sneak into Emmett's bedroom and take one of his pillows when he would stay at one of his friends' houses so that it felt like he was with me still. I can remember snuggling into bed with his pillow because he wasn't there to say goodnight to me. I hated when he went away for the night. He was my best friend.

"I don't hate you, Belly," he sighs into my hair. A new round of tears threatens to spill at the old nickname. "I loved it when you would hang out with me when we were growing up. I would beg Mom and Dad to let you come out with me, and I promised to always look after you. Then, my friends started acting weird with me when you would come out with us. They never told me why, but I guessed it had something to do with you." He pauses and I glance up to see him looking at the wall. His eyes aren't focused, it's like he's seeing something that isn't there.

"That night we went to the park, they thought it would be fun to leave you. I told them not to be so horrible, but they said I had to go with them or they wouldn't talk to me again. Growing up with just you as a friend was awesome, but they were cool guys and I wanted them to like me, so I went along with them. We watched you running around and crying from up a tree. After a while, we lost sight of you. They all said that you would have gone home and I ran away from them. I went home hoping to see you there.

"When I went in and saw you weren't there, I panicked. Mom and Dad asked where you were and I didn't know what to tell them. When you ran in, you looked so scared and you were crying and I just didn't know what to do. When you told them what happened, I wanted to go and rip my so called friends' heads off. If I hadn't gone off with them, that wouldn't have happened to you. I'm your big brother; I'm supposed to protect you." He sniffles and finally meets my eyes. Tears are slowly making their way down his cheeks and I want to comfort him, but I just don't know what to say.

"I thought that if I wasn't your friend any more, you wouldn't get hurt again. I had myself convinced that you would be better off without me. I withdrew myself from you, hoping I could save you. When I realized that that was stupid, I met Rosalie and the rest, as they say, is history." He smiles sadly and I reach up to wipe away his tears.

"That night wasn't your fault, Emmett. I ran down that alley-way. I should have just gone straight home or stayed where I was. Running away is always a stupid thing to do, and I know that now."

"It was my fault, Isabella. I'm a horrible brother. I'm supposed to protect you, not run away from you because my friends thought it would be funny."

"You were a child, Emmett, and I don't blame you. You shouldn't blame yourself either." I pat his cheek gently and get out of his hold. Laughing slightly, I wipe the tears away from my face as Emmett does the same. "Who would have thought we would actually touch each other, huh?" He laughs lightly with me.

"I'm sorry, Belly-bear." He sniffles and just like that, he's a child again; the same child that ran me over in our back yard when we were small children.

"Me too, Emmy." He smiles sadly before turning and lying back down on the couch as if nothing just happened. I roll my eyes and go into the kitchen, planning on cooking dinner for everyone tonight.

Getting out the ingredients for a lasagne, I get to work. Turning the radio on, I sway to the music and sing along, just like I have seen Renee do many times before.

"I sing, because I have something to sing about. Growing up, my life was dark and now I have a loving husband and two beautiful children. When you get married and have children, you'll have a reason to sing, even if the singing isn't that good."

I don't think Renee has ever said anything wiser than that. I know that I'm not married, nor do I have children, but now Edward is in my life, things already seem brighter. I know that Edward and I won't be together ten years from now, but he is my present and I love the way my life is going.

A shriek leaves my lips when I feel a warm body suddenly wrapped around me. Hands cover my eyes and I relax slightly when I breathe in his scent.

"Guess who," he whispers in my ear and I shiver when his breath makes contact with my neck.

"Oh, Billy. You've finally come home to me." I smirk, turning around to see Edward standing there with a pout on his beautiful face. "Oh, it's you," I deadpan, before bursting into a fit of giggles. He laughs along with me before kissing my lips chastely. "What are you doing here?" I breathe.

"Emmett let me in. Have you been crying?" he asks, his voice holding nothing but concern. His soft fingers run gently under my eyes and I know they are red and puffy from my hysterical crying fit just twenty minutes ago.

"Yeah, Emmett and I talked." I shrug, not knowing what to tell him. "We've sorted some stuff out," I finally admit.

"That's great, baby." He beams.

"So, why are you here?" I ask, my arms going around his neck.

"I thought that we could tell our parents today. Esme said she doesn't mind having some friends over tonight and I really want this to just be out in the open now. I don't want to have to hide my relationship with you from out parents." I nod.

"Okay. I guess I can leave the lasagne till tomorrow." I grab the already made lasagne and put it in the fridge before grabbing Edward's hand and pulling him with me upstairs. I know Esme and Carlisle very well, but tonight I won't be seeing them as Isabella Swan, I will be seeing them as Edward's new girlfriend and I want him to help me choose something to wear.

We reach my room and I go to my closet as Edward sits on my bed. I roll my eyes at him and he winks at me. Turning back to my clothes, I root through everything until I come across a black skirt and blue blouse. I don't know when I got this, but I think it will still fit me.

"Do you think this would be okay to wear?" I ask Edward, turning to show him while biting my lip. He nods with a smile and I put it on the desk chair ready to put on after a shower.

"Bella?" I turn around and smile at Edward as he lies across my bed, softly patting the spot next to him. I saunter over to him, putting my hair up in a messy bun as I walk. When I reach the bed, he grabs my hand and pulls me to him; his lips meeting mine eagerly as soon as they are in reach.

Without removing his lips from mine, he lays me on the bed and leans over my body slightly. His tongue softly nudges my bottom lip and I slightly part my lips, allowing him entrance. After a few moments, out kiss slows down and his lips leave mine, trailing along my jaw before putting a soft kiss at my pulse point. I feel him smirk against my skin when he feels how fast my heart is beating. It will always beat faster for him. Always.

"You okay, baby?" he asks and I can hear the grin in his voice. Putting one hand against his chest, I push his away from me so I can see his gorgeous face.

"Of course. You alright, Edward?" I breathe, feeling stupid for sounding so flustered. He nods and kisses my lips again chastely.

"I'm so fucking good, baby," he groans and I smirk before kissing him. Our kiss quickly becomes heated and I am soon leaning over him, chest to chest. His hands have taken out the hair band and are running though my long hair, tugging on it every so often. Breaking for air, I nibble on his jawline before kissing his neck, sucking lightly on his pulse point.

"God, I love you, Bella," he moans as I feel him shiver. My body freezes at the same time his does. Backing away slowly, I look him square in the eyes, confusion obvious on my face.

"What did you say?" I choke out, my eyes filling with tears.

"I didn't mean for it to come out like this." He runs his hands through his hair as one tear falls down my flushed cheek.

"What did you say, Edward?" I ask again. He looks me right in the eyes, one hand on my cheek wiping away my now falling tears and the other holding my hands in my lap.

"I love you, Bella." he breathes. My hand slowly comes up and covers the one on my cheek. More tears fall and he wipes them away the best he can with my hand covering his. "Don't cry, baby." His voice is barely audible, but I hear him. I lean forward and meet his lips with mine. The kiss is slow and sensual, both of us showing each other how much the other truly means to them. I can taste the salt from my tears, but I don't care.

Edward Cullen loves me? Am I dreaming? Am I going to wake up alone, in my room, having dreamed the past two months with Edward? If I do, I think this would kill me. The past two months have given me the most incredible of highs and the lowest of lows. If this all turned out to be fake, I don't know how I would cope. Everything I have felt has set my body alight with passion and desire; I have felt wanted, I have felt beautiful.

Edward's lips leave mine and he rests his forehead against mine. I look into his eyes and see the tears swimming in them. He's crying, too.

"Please say something," he croaks out. I can see the fear in his eyes. Fear of what? Rejection? I could never reject Edward. He is my everything.

"I love you, too," I choke out and his face lights up with the most beautiful smile.

"You can't begin to understand how happy I am," he breathes and his lips meet mine again.

When Renee and Charlie get home, they both agree to go to the Cullens' for dinner. Charlie is a little reluctant at first, not understanding why it is so important for us to go out on a Monday night. He agrees after Renee says that it was obviously important and if he doesn't go, she will not be happy with him.

Their relationship seems to have improved somewhat. They are both seeing where things go before they sign the divorce papers they have had drawn up. I don't think they will ever get signed; every chance they get, they innocently touch and share secret smiles with each other. They are acting like teenagers again and I love seeing them like this.

Pulling up outside the Cullens' home, Renee and Charlie climb out the car while I wait back for a moment. If our parents don't want us to be together, this whole relationship will fall apart. I love being with Edward and I don't want to have to stop seeing him. Shaking my head to clear those thoughts, I climb out and walk up to the door with my parents.

Emmett didn't want to come and said it would be easier on us if he wasn't there. Since he already knows what this is about, I didn't see it as important that he be there. When Renee walked in on us talking, she burst into tears, saying how happy she was that we weren't fighting any more. I didn't have the heart to tell her that Emmett and I have just started talking and are nowhere near the relationship we had before, but she seemed happy with the progress we had made today.

Charlie rings the doorbell and the door opens. Edward is standing in the doorway dressed in black slacks and a blue button down shirt. His hair is still the mess I made it earlier and I blush thinking back to our kiss before he told me he loved me. I look at his face to see his eyes taking me in as I had done earlier to him. I blush harder and he grins where he meets my eyes.

"Hey. Come on in." He stands to the side and lets my parents come in. I pause and when there is no-one in sight, I press my lips lightly to his.

"Hi." I smile and he takes my hand before walking into the living room and falling onto the couch, pulling me down next to him. We watch some drama program on television for a while until we are called into the dining room. Edward and I sit opposite of Renee and Esme, with our fathers at either end of the table.

Dinner is nice. We all talk about how our respective days were and other random things while we eat. After dessert, all four parents fall silent and look at Edward and I expectantly. Clearing his throat, Edward speaks.

"I asked for you all to come here tonight because we have some news. I know I should have asked your permission first, Mr. Swan. But, Isabella has agreed to be my girlfriend and we just wanted you all to know that we are in love." He exhales at the end. I look at each parent in turn and each face is blank.

Finally, Renee and Esme stand up and come around that table, kissing us both and telling us how amazing this is. Shocked, I smile, but I can't help but agree with them. This is amazing. Charlie and Carlisle share a look before telling us they're happy that we're happy.

"You better not get her pregnant, boy," Charlie states, making Edward freeze and our mothers laugh. I blush a deep red, mortified that Charlie would say something like that.

"I-I-I promise not to," Edward stutters, blushing, his face matching the color of mine. Our parents laugh as both of our faces slowly return to their normal color.

The rest of the evening is spent in the family room. Edward and I curl up on a chair while our parents take the couches. Everyone seems happy with the news. As Edward kisses me softly, I realize that I should never have been worried about their reactions. Since we were born, they had hoped Edward, Emmett, Alice, and I would all get along and our relationship brings us all closer together.

"Are you happy, baby?" Edward whispers in my ear.

"I couldn't be happier."

N'aww :') I am so happy for Bella. She finally admits what she really feels.

Hey everyone. I am soo sorry about the last chapter. I am aware that there was random 'him's placed in various places in the last chapter. I don't know why that happened, but I promise it won't be the same in the chapter. I think it's because I had to use several different writing tools on my mother's computer, none of which are very good.

The next few chapters will be a bit rough, so just a warning. Also, please dont hate me. :)

Thank you for sticking with me on this story. Also, RuthPerk, thank you :)

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