Well, one person said BPOV, and the rest said EPOV. To be honest, I was hoping you guys would say EPOV, haha.

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EPOV

I couldn't believe she told me not to call her 'Bells'. That was four days ago. Four days that felt like four weeks. She hasn't spoken to me since that day. The only other time we had
gone for a while without talking was in the sixth grade, when she decided it would be funny to shave my hair off while I was sleeping. I didn't speak to her for a week after that,
vbut I obviously got over it.

My Spring Break couldn't have started off in a worse way. The only positive thing that happened was that our thermostat got fixed…wow. Big whoop. Who cares?

Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells. I couldn't take it anymore.

I've tried going over her house, calling, texting, and even going up to her in person. She wouldn't return my calls or texts, and when I went up to her in person, she would just walk away.
I don't understand why she took this to such great extremes. I knew she would be mad, but I thought we would just talk it through like we always did and it would be fine. We didn't talk
it through, and it wasn't anywhere near fine.

Ashley tried talking to me after that day, but I didn't even give her a chance. I wasn't mad at her, but I didn't trust myself around her. I don't know why I got so weak, but what happened,
happened. I hated thinking about it. The part that killed me the most was when I thought of the time Bella had called. I mean, I wouldn't have picked it up, but WHY?! Why did she have to
call in the middle of it?

Right then, my phone rang. My stomach was doing flips.

Bella??

I checked the phone's screen. Call from… Jasper

After thinking about it for a few seconds, I decided to pick up.

"Hello?" My voice was so raspy.

"Hey, man. Wanna go out tonight?"

"Hey…Sorry, I don't really feel like it."

"Aw, come on, dude! Stop being such a party pooper." Bro, I just hung out with you yesterday. How about you just shut the fuck up?

He was beginning to annoy me. Everyone was beginning to annoy me. "Nah, I don't feel good."

"Alright, man. Call me later if you wanna chill." I'm glad I got him off my back for now.

After I hung up the phone, I decided that it was time to call Bella again. I called her whenever I had the chance, and I didn't care if it annoyed her. Sometimes she would turn her phone
off, and I would just keep calling.

I kept hearing the phone ring, but no answer. No surprise. I laid down on my bed, knowing this might take a while.

When it went to voicemail, I hung up and tried again.

And again.

And again.

Was she even home? She had to be. Well, I hoped she was. I saw her going out with Jacob two days ago, and I really didn't think he was good for her. I hope they weren't out together again.

I tried again, and froze in place.

She picked up. I shot up to a standing position from my bed.

She didn't even say one word. No "Hello," "What do you want?" "Fuck you," or anything. Nothing. All I heard was silence and her faint breathing. What should I do? My mind was
racing and blank at the same time. There were so many things I wanted to ask and say. I didn't know where to begin. I needed to say something before she hung up.

"Bells – I mean…" I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut. "Bella?" My voice was so quiet, and after I heard her voice, I relaxed a bit, opening my eyes.

"Yeah."

What do I say now? "Are you –" I cleared my throat. "Are you home?"

"Yeah." Come on, babe…say a little bit more than 'yeah'. Please.

I was feeling more optimistic. At least she was speaking to me. "Can I come over?"

"No."

My optimism disappeared. I couldn't let this conversation end, though. "Can you come over?"

"No."

Well…What now?

"Edward, I picked up the phone to tell you to stop calling and texting me. And stop ringing my doorbell. Charlie's gets annoyed with all the times he has to open the door just to tell you
to that I don't wanna talk to you. Maybe you'll listen if I tell you myself. I don't want to talk to you."

I was speechless. I don't know if she felt this bad when I stopped speaking to her when we were in sixth grade, but I couldn't take this anymore. I didn't wait for her to hang up. I hung
up first. I shook my leg, wondering what I should do.

I checked the time. 11:30 PM. I was going to go over her house. I don't fucking care. I don't care if she doesn't want me to call her. I don't care if she doesn't want me to text her. I don't care
if she doesn't want me at her house.

I wore my sneakers, threw on a sweater, grabbed my phone, went down the hall, and stuck my head into Alice's room. She was reading a book.

"Hey, Alice. If anyone asks, I'm at Bella's house."

"Good luck." She didn't look away from her book. Three days ago, I had told her everything that had happened, and she had called me an idiot. I didn't argue. I knew I was an idiot
for what I did.

I turned around and went down the stairs, and then out my front door. I wasn't going to ring her doorbell again. I didn't want her dad to get even angrier. Instead, I walk around
to the side of her house, right underneath her bedroom window. Her room was on the second floor. I was gonna throw a twig at her window or call her name or something, but her
lights were off. I assumed she went to sleep, and I didn't want to wake her. I just sat there on the grass, my back against her house. After a while, I felt my eyelids closing, and I
decided to lie down on the grass.

I woke up when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I realized it was already morning. I reached my hand down to get my phone, and I realized there was a blanket thrown on top
of me and a pillow under my head. I sat up, threw the blanket off, and grabbed my phone.

It was Bella. I was scared to pick up.

"Hello?" My voice was groggy.

"Come upstairs. And bring my pillow and blanket." After that, she hung up.

I grabbed everything as quick as possible, and went to her front door. On my way there, I realized Charlie had already left for work. His car wasn't parked in the driveway.

I turned the doorknob when I reached the door, and the door was unlocked. I opened the door slowly, and after I walked inside, closed it just as slowly. Trying not to make too much noise,
I quietly walked up the stairs, anticipating seeing Bella. I reached her bedroom door, and I realized how terrified I was. Of what, I don't know, but I was terrified.

I needed to calm down. She called me up here, which meant she wanted to talk. But what if she just wanted her things back?

Her bedroom door was open just a crack, so I pushed it open.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed looking at me, and I didn't know what to do, so I just held out her pillow and blanket, thanking her for them. She didn't move, so I walked over to her
desk and put her things down on her chair. I realized how much her room had changed since we were young. Over the years, it had gotten more…adult-ish. The colors used to be brighter,
with pink everywhere. Now, the colors were mellower.

I saw that there was no pillow on her bed, and realized that she had given me hers, so I took the pillow from her chair and walked past her to put it down on her bed. What was I doing?
The pillow was dirty. I didn't bother to bring it back to the desk.

When I turned back around, she was facing me, still sitting on the bed.

I cleared my throat and sat down next to her.

"Thanks again for the blanket and pillow…" I whispered as I turned toward her.

She shrugged. "I couldn't sleep anyway, and you didn't look comfortable down there."

Say something, Edward. Anything.

"Bella, can I please just ask something?" I looked down and started playing with her bed's comforter.

She didn't answer, so I continued, my voice just above a whisper now. "Why did you get so mad? I mean…I know you didn't like Ashley, but it's not the first time I've slept with a girl.
You know that. You didn't get mad the other times…why now?"

It took her a while to answer. "I don't know, Edward. I know it sounds stupid, but honestly, I don't know why I got this mad. You're right. I didn't have a problem with the other girls,
but they didn't give me a hard time. I know you don't see the things Ashley does or the way she looks at me, but I felt like she didn't like me, and I didn't know why. I know the other
girls would get mad that we were close, but they would at least be nice to me. And you promised!" Her voice rose a bit, and then dropped back down. "You promised that you
wouldn't do anything with her. …But you still did it." She was right, and it broke my heart.

I was hoping she wouldn't bring up what she asked next. "Can I ask something now? When I…called…that day. When I called, were you…you know…"

She didn't have to finish her sentence. I knew what she was asking. I looked up at her for the first time, and quickly looked back down. Her face was so heartbreaking, and her eyes were
wet. No tears escaped from them, but they were there. I couldn't stand seeing her face that way. I felt like such a coward for not being able to even look at her face. I felt a lump in my
throat, but I wouldn't cry. I could hold it back, I knew that, and I would hold it back, because I didn't want her to see me cry right now.

"Yes, Bella. …Yeah. Yeah, we were in the middle of it when you called. That's what hurt me the most. That's when it hit me that I betrayed you. I know I promised you. You have to know
I didn't do it to hurt you. I don't even know why I did it. Yell at me…please. I deserve it. I'm weak, I'm a coward, I'm a jackass , douchebag, prick, and more. I should have listened to you.
I see how annoying she is now. Even back then, she annoyed me, but I kept giving her a chance because she wasn't mean to me. I shouldn't have spoken to her if she made you that
uncomfortable and she was that mean to you. I didn't listen, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You have to believe me when I say I didn't do it to hurt you or make you mad. I love you, Bella.
You're my best friend. …You're still my best friend, right?"

I know it might have sounded like a dumb question…but I was afraid.

I didn't look up, and I was surprised when I felt her hug me. I hugged her back, and when she buried her face into my shoulder, her tears wet my sweater.

"Of course, Edward. I love you, too. How could you think I wouldn't still be your best friend? So there was a bump in our friendship. We can get over it. We've gotten over so many already.
Stop being so nice to people just because they're not mean. I know you're cautious with guys, but be cautious with girls, too. They can have cold hearts, too. You know that. And I'm not
gonna yell at you. I'm not mad anymore. Just…sad. Sad that all of this had to happen. I'm sorry too. I wish I would've just told you everything at first, instead of letting my anger take over
and not talking to you for days. Oh, and just one more thing." She pulled away from me and looked at me. I was relieved to see that she had stopped crying, and there were streaks where
her tears had dried on her cheeks.

"What's that?" What else was there that I didn't know about?

"Why does she get to call you nicknames when the rest of us aren't allowed to?"

I laughed. "Because she's inconsiderate. I told her so many times not to call me nicknames. She just kept making up new ones! At least you respect me enough to listen to me when I tell you
not to call me nicknames. She made it pretty clear that she doesn't care what I think. That day at school, I know the text message I sent you hurt you. I didn't bring it up after it happened because
I was already in a bad mood, but I wasn't in a bad mood because you called me 'Ed'. If I was to let anyone call me any nicknames, please know that it would only be you. Not even Alice or Em
could call me anything besides my name. When I texted you, I was in a bad mood because of Ashley. She wouldn't shut up, and I took it out on you. Oh, and she took your nickel!" I was glad
that I made her laugh with that last part.

"And when I saw you with Jacob, it put me in an even worse mood. I know you have some sort of feelings for him, and I can see he likes you. That's fine, and I'm happy. But Bella, I don't like
the kind of person he is. I get weird…vibes or something…from him. Have fun, but you have to be careful. I know this sounds strange, but be careful around him."

I really didn't like him, and she had to know. I didn't want to give them any trouble, though. When Bella was happy, I was happy.

"Thanks. Even though I still can't call you anything besides 'Edward', It really does mean a lot that I could, even when no one else is allowed."

"Oh…and speaking of nicknames, Bella…" It was so hard to keep reminding myself to always call her 'Bella'.

She rolled her eyes and laughed, falling back on the bed and looking at the ceiling. "Yesss, you can call me 'Bells'! You can call me whatever you want to, Eduardo."

Eduardo? I straddled her legs and held her hands over her head, bringing my face down in front of hers.

I lowered my eyebrows and feigned anger. "Hey! Who told you you could call me that?"

She was trying not to laugh. "You just said –"

"I said if I was to let anyone call me nicknames…"

She didn't say anything back, and for a few seconds, all we did was look at each other. Something felt different. I felt knots in my stomach, but not from nervousness. It felt weird. I had to get off.
I mean, I had to get off of her. Her legs were probably getting numb.

Get off of her, Edward.

I swung my left leg over her legs and got off the bed. "Come on." I began walking toward her bedroom door.

She began pushing herself up. "Where are we going?"

"Movie day at my house."

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Just so you know, this isn't the end of the story, haha.