A/N:I'm impressed with myself for updating this fast- you should be impressed as well. I'm not sure whether it is because Christmas is just around the corner or because of a mysterious upper force. Doesn't really matter as long as there is a chapter.
Enjoy reading, I have loooots of stuff to stay at the bottom.
"Now, now, darling. Don't you think it's rude not to introduce me to the newest addition of the group?" Mr. Cullen spoke up and directed his eyes at me.
He was smiling gently.
Madam Esme's attention shifted toward me as well.
"Right, I had almost forgotten about that. That's-"
"That's Bella and this is Uncle Carlisle. You'll see him wandering around the Academy every now and then," Alice completed, her head resting on her left hand. "He's something like the school's private doctor."
"Umm...nice to meet you, Dr. Cullen," I said, a bit caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.
"Oh, it's alright when you call me Carlisle," he replied. "So you are the new student that I keep hearing about?"
My eyes widened at that.
What exactly did he mean? Was the whole family gathered around the table on the weekends just to talk about me? And if they did, just what exactly were they talking about?
"Dad," Edward piped up. "You're making it sound as if we always sit here and gossip about her."
"God no, that's not what I meant at all," Carlisle immediately stated. "My beautiful wife over here just mentioned what a wonderful dancer you are."
Looking over at Madam Esme I saw her blush slightly.
Yep, she was fucking blushing like an eighteen-year old school girl.
It was kind of cute if you thought about it. They must have been married for years already and he still managed to make his wife blush.
His actual words then seemed to grasp in my mind.
I looked down at my plate, most likely with a darkened expression.
"Did she show you the tapes as well?" Alice asked her uncle, suddenly perked up.
"Tapes?" Emmett asked his mouth full with half-eaten food. "What tapes?"
"Aunt Esme has some recordings of Bella's previous performances. Her mother is even on a few of them," Alice explained happily.
What the fuck happened to her hangover?
"By the way, where did you get those from?" Alice added.
"Her father sent them to me to show me some of Bella's abilities," Madam Esme responded.
I didn't know what the weird feeling spreading inside me was, but whatever it was it took any sound that my throat would have made.
I desperately wanted them all to stop talking, but I couldn't actually make them stop.
Instead I was looking down at my hands. My appetite had vanished along with my voice.
"So, are they any good or is it just the usual rehearsal stuff that most people send in?" I heard Jasper ask.
Alice started bouncing in her seat. I secretly wished for her to get sick again, so she would stop talking.
"They are awesome. Like I said, they show Bella's previous performances. Bella used to do a lot of competitions."
Just how much did this girl know? Had Madam Esme just given her my file to read? It seemed likely, thinking back to how they had made me watch those tapes.
"Alice," Madam Esme spoke up in a slightly warning tone.
"She was in the World Ballet Competition," Alice continued, ignoring her aunt. "The American Dance Competition and also-"
"Alice," Madam Esme interrupted her sharply.
My heart had started racing madly during Alice's speech and I got up abruptly without noticing.
Not being able to speak, I looked up at the people sitting around the table.
Madam Esme wore an apologetic expression, while everyone else just seemed to be confused.
"Bella," Rose almost whispered. "Are you alright?"
She reached out a hand toward me as if she wanted to comfort me.
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly.
I shook my head in answer to her question.
"I have to go," I proclaimed in a hoarse voice that sounded like I had been crying.
Since the thought had crossed my mind I slipped my hand out of Rose's and touched my cheek.
Sure enough, there were tears flowing.
Now that I knew that I was crying there was absolutely no way that I would be able to hold in a possible outburst.
I turned abruptly and fled the kitchen.
For a moment I was a bit lost. I was in an unfamiliar environment and had absolutely no clue what to do.
I walked out the front door and tried to fight the emotional breakdown.
But what was I supposed to do with all this pent up energy.
Not having any other option and also not really using my brain in that moment, I started running.
I didn't care that I was barefoot and that I had no idea as to where I was going.
I just needed to run as fast as I possibly could.
For a moment it felt like I was running away from something, but I pushed that thought aside.
I wasn't running away, I was just trying to cope.
There was no actual reason for me to cry right now, so why the fuck did I feel like shit?
The tears continued running, but I couldn't pay any attention to that.
I desperately wished for Dimitri, Felix and the others to be here, but that was also a wasted effort.
Being in Forks definitely put a limit on my usual means of avoidance. Whatever it was that I was avoiding.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
I had absolutely no fucking clue where that thought had come from and what exactly the relevance was, but it gave me an idea.
Leah. From all the people I had met so far she was the most capable of steering my mind in other directions.
Without stopping my sprint, I thought of how to find her.
I didn't know where she lived.
Another idea sparked in my head then. Maybe she would still be at Chris' and even if she wasn't Chris could probably tell me where Leah was.
Giving my surroundings one quick glance, I realized that I was already heading in the right direction.
It had paid off after all to be skating around town and it never hurt to look out the window when people were driving you around.
Ignoring the pain in my feet I kept running.
Once I was racing through the actual town, I had to stop every now and then to orientate myself.
People were staring at me like I was some crazy lunatic, but that was the least of my concerns.
I had to use the sudden burst of energy before my body realized that I didn't actually have that much stamina to be running this much.
When I finally reached Chris' place I was ready to collapse.
I slowed down and jogged around the fence to get to the entrance gate.
Luckily, Chris was standing outside talking to Paul and Jared.
Summoning my last bit of energy I sprinted up to them and stopped abruptly just before I collided with Paul.
"Jesus fuck, do you always scare people like that?" Paul exclaimed, taking a step back.
I shook my head while I doubled over in exhaustion and tried to catch my breath.
"Is everything alright, Bella?" Chris inquired, putting a hand on my back. "Why aren't you wearing any shoes?"
Choosing to ignore her questions I asked mine instead, "Is Leah still here?"
"Err, yes," Chris responded. I looked up at her through the curtain of my hair. "She's in the kitchen with Emily..."
"Thanks," I breathed and bolted straight through the open gate.
I threw the front door open and immediately went into the kitchen.
Emily heard me come in and started talking without turning around. "Back already? That must have been the fastest shopping..." her voice was trailing off now that she caught sight of me and nudged Leah, who was standing right beside her.
It looked like the two of them were making pancakes.
Leah turned around and her eyes widened in surprise when she took me in.
"What the fuck happened to you?" she blurted out, pushing the pan into Emily's hand.
"I...I just wanted to see you," I wheezed out and moved to sit at the kitchen isle.
Now that I had reached my destination, I felt like I was suddenly kicked off a high.
The pain on my soles was definitely not ignorable anymore.
"Did something happen?" Leah asked, looking me up and down. "Have you been crying? And why aren't you wearing any shoes?"
I smiled weakly at her stern expression. There signs of worry there as well and Emily, who was not really paying attention to her work, inspected me with a worried glance as well.
"I was just in a hurry," I told her, hopefully sounding as nonchalant as I was trying to sound.
"No shit. If you didn't even have time to put on some shoes, I'd say that you were pretty desperate to get here ASAP."
"That would be an understatement," I muttered, not looking at her.
"Listen, missy. If you don't tell us what happened in the next five seconds, I'm gonna rip of your ear and stick it up your butt so you can hear me kicking your ass," she said menacingly.
"Nothing happened," I snapped at her. Emily flinched at my sudden sharp tone, while Leah didn't even blink. I cleared my throat and continued in a calmer manner, "I just freaked out and didn't really know what to do with myself, okay? It's nothing to worry about; I don't even know what that was all about."
"Two questions," Leah stated. "First, how did you get here? Second, where were you at?"
I sighed. Even though Leah was currently acting like a mean parent, I was really glad to have her around.
"Edward took us to his parents' house," Leah nodded as if she had known this already, "And I ran."
"You what?" Leah and Emily spluttered at the same time.
"Like I said, I freaked out and just took off. I was running like mad and then decided to come here," I explained as calmly as possible.
Leah grabbed a hold of my ankles and heaved them up on the stool next to me. She did it so fast that I almost fell off the stool I was sitting on.
"Looks like someone is not going to be dancing for a while," she noted, after taking a look at my soles.
I could only imagine what they looked like.
Emily cast a quick look as well and turned off the stove.
"I'm gonna go and see if I can find a first aid kit or something," she said and left the kitchen.
Leah pushed my feet off the stool again and sat down on it herself.
"So what exactly was the cause of your freaking?" she asked casually, almost as if she was talking about the weather.
She wasn't even looking at me whilst asking that.
I knew for a fact that she was doing that to put me at ease. It was something that Dimitri had always done to get me talking.
"I can't really tell you-" I started, but Leah was having none of that.
"There must have been something that made you go crazy enough to be running across town without any shoes on."
I flinched when she raised her voice.
"Seriously, if you already made the effort to come and see me, you might as well tell me what happened," Leah then added, more gently this time.
I let out a deep breath before I spoke, "You'll probably laugh at this, because it's really no big deal. We were all sitting at the table and for some reason Alice was suddenly telling everyone about my 'Ballet History'," I explained, making air quotes around 'Ballet History'.
"How does she know?" Leah wondered.
"She was with Madam Esme when she showed some of my old performances to me and I guess her aunt just let her in on a thing or two," I mumbled with a shrug.
"Okay, so basically you freaked because the little boozer-pixie couldn't keep her mouth shut?" Leah clarified.
"Apparently," I said. "It's just a bit weird, because usually I only get this upset when people start talking about my mother or remind me of her or something. Nobody ever really talked about the stuff I did before everything went downhill, so..." I didn't bother to finish. I was trying to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why I just ran half across town, crying half of the way.
"Would you tell me about your Mom?"
I looked at Leah, who was looking at me with a hesitant expression on her face.
"What do you wanna know?" I asked her, my eyes already narrowing in suspicion. It was a natural reaction that I couldn't really turn off.
Leah started drawing invisible patterns on the counter. "Whatever you wanna tell me. Her favourite colour, the thing that annoyed you the most about her or even her dress size. I don't care. You don't even have to say anything at all."
A smile slowly spread on my face. I couldn't actually control it. Leah being considerate was amusing and sweet at the same time.
"She always said that her favourite colour was brown," I told her.
Leah's face scrunched up.
"Brown? How lame is that? Why was that her favourite colour?"
I laughed. "When I asked her that she said that it has been her favourite colour ever since the day I was born, because it is the colour of my hair."
"Wow, putting it that way it's actually kind of cool," Leah muttered. "Anything else you wanna share?"
I hummed thoughtfully. "Hmmm...She was a very bad cook. She always had to follow the instruction of a recipe word for word, otherwise she'd blow up the entire kitchen," I giggled at the memory.
It was almost as if I could hear my mother cursing in the kitchen, like I used to.
"Huh," Leah breathed. "Glad to see that you turned out okay."
I nodded in agreement.
"Okay then, now we that we have finished the sentimental stuff, I'm gonna get back to work. Emily and I are planning to make a pancake-cake."
Leah got off the stool and went back to the stove.
"I'm really starting to think that everyone is just ditching me. Chris, Paul and Jared just wanted to grab us some more eggs and milk and Emily wanted to get a first aid kit- none of them have returned yet."
"Patience, young grasshopper," I advised her in a deep voice. "Patience is the path that will lead to your success."
"Did you just make that up?" Leah asked me with raised eyebrows.
"Pretty much," I answered truthfully.
"Maybe you should eat less fortune cookies."
"Alright, I called Dr. McDreamy to look at those paws of yours and he said he'll be there in ten. Living in a small town like this definitely has its perks," Chris announced as she slumped down on the couch right next to me.
"Who is Dr. McDreamy?" I wondered. It better not be the guy's real name, otherwise there would be no way that he would be treating me.
"He's just the hottest doctor in the history of medicine. If he weren't married and I wasn't still under-aged, I would totally do him."
"Gross, Chris. Very gross," Embry piped up. We were currently all lounging around in the attic, if you could even call it that.
It was more like a recreational room of sorts. Embry, Jared and Sam were busy playing pool and Emily was currently testing her boxing skills on the Wii. She was supposed to be beating Leah's virtual self to a pulp, but Leah and Paul pulled a disappearing act on us a few minutes ago.
I certainly did not want to know what they were doing anywhere they were doing it.
"So I guess we are not going to see more of your moves any time soon," Chris spoke up, sounding a bit wistful.
"Huh?" was my clever response.
Chris looked at me like I was missing something obvious.
"Sam just had to carry you up here if you remember," she said slowly.
"Right. Sorry," I mumbled and then sighed.
Ten minutes could be a long time if you have nothing better to do than sit around and be bored.
It would have been more entertaining to watch everyone cleaning up the remains of the party, but Chris actually had a cleaning service taking care of that.
I had to agree with Alice on that one thing. Chris should definitely not be the one calling the Ballerinas 'stuck up'.
Just when I started contemplating to pick a fight with the guys by throwing decorative blue pebbles at them- they were in a vase on the coffee table-, the doorbell rang.
"Guess that's your visitor," Chris said to me, winking before she got up and whirled out of the room.
When she reappeared with 'Dr. McDreamy' just about one and a half minutes later, I really wanted to scold myself for actually being surprised.
I mean really, how many hot doctors could there possibly be in a small town like Forks.
Statistically speaking, probably none, but Fork managed to score a big one with Carlisle Cullen wandering amongst the citizens and that was exactly the person who was standing before me just then.
I couldn't really decide whether I should be frowning or swooning.
"Long time, no see," Carlisle joked when he spotted me on the couch. "I already had a feeling that you were the one that I would be treating. Not many people run off without their shoes."
I inwardly groaned. Now that I was way past my mood crash from earlier, I was starting to get annoyed with the fact that I might never get to hear the end of this.
Carlisle sat down next to where my feet were resting comfortably on a pillow on the couch and examined them quickly.
"A shame really to be doing that to such pretty feet," he said and smiled at me.
That smile of his reminded me of his wife and Alice. I had yet to see Edward actually smile so I couldn't tell if there was any resemblance there.
"Did you get the cuts cleaned already," he inquired then.
It only crossed my mind then that I had yet to say something to him.
"Uh yeah. Emily made sure of that. She practically melted my feet with that burning disinfecting stuff," I answered and sent a scowl in Emily's direction.
She just turned to shoot me an innocent grin before she returned her attention to the TV screen.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad. The few cuts are just on the surface and should heal within a week, although I have to wonder about that swelling on your right foot. Did you step on something?"
"Umm, I think so. It didn't really start swelling until I got here."
Carlisle nodded at that. "All I can do is bandage it and tell you not to dance for a couple of days. It's nothing dramatic. Put some ice on it and put as little pressure as possible on your right foot."
"Okay."
Chris joined us on the couch and started a casual conversation with Carlisle.
By the sounds of it she had to check in at the hospital on a regular basis.
I only listened with one ear, watching Carlisle bandaging my feet.
I had always hated foot injuries. As much as I loved lounging around somewhere and do absolutely nothing, I still didn't like it when I was forced to be doing that.
"I almost forgot, Bella," Carlisle suddenly said.
I looked up at him.
He pulled something out of his pocket and held it out to me. It was my phone.
"Alice gave me that. Also, she told me to tell you that she is really sorry about what happened. She didn't know that you wanted to keep it a secret."
At the word 'secret' everyone in the room perked up.
I let my gaze wander around the room, kind of avoiding Carlisle's eyes.
To be perfectly honest, I didn't even know that my dancing career had been a secret. I didn't really intend for it to be a secret, I just didn't want to talk about it.
I suppose that kind of made it a secret, but I was actually okay with people knowing- just not my peers. Or the teachers. Yep, it definitely was a secret.
If I didn't know that everyone would suddenly start expecting me to be leaping, twirling and spinning like a pro, I might not mind other people knowing about it.
"She also said that she didn't read your file, in case you were worried about that. Apparently, she just did some research after she watched those videos of you."
That made me look back at him.
I hadn't really thought about that possibility. Of course, she would do her research after watching some of my performances.
Hell, half of the school was probably starting to do research on me after finding out who my mother was.
So far, it didn't seem to be the case, but that was just a matter of time.
"Bella, did you listen to me?" Carlisle questioned, when I didn't respond.
I bobbed my head quickly. "Yeah, I did. It's okay. You can tell Alice that I'm not angry at her. I just...I was kind of caught off guard."
That was a nice way to label it. As long as I didn't know what was going on in my subconscious, I should just go with that.
"Alright then, I'll be sure to pass that along. That is if Alice is not locked up in bathroom again."
He got up and looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Next time, you might wanna keep Alice in check. You're lucky that my wife was easily distracted. She wouldn't have approved of that."
I opened my mouth only to close it again. Did he know what we had been up to last night? Judging by the grin on his face he did. But how?
"Edward insists that he just drove around town, because he couldn't sleep and wanted to get some air, but I know what goes on in this town once this house is a parent-free zone. Besides, I just walked through the last remains of that party."
To say that I was surprised that Edward didn't rat us out was an understatement.
I momentarily lost all function in my brain, because it seemed so absurd to me.
After all, we were talking about Edward. Edward, the moody and self-absorbed jerk who did not like me the slightest bit.
He probably only made that story up to cover for his cousin and maybe even Rose. Although, the latter seemed like an unlikely option.
On his dislike list she was probably almost as high ranked as I was.
"Okay then, I will be leaving. Make sure to put on shoes the next time that you want to jog across town," Carlisle said and waved at me.
I scowled at him. He found that amusing and just chuckled before he made his exit.
Chris followed him and immediately started chattering.
"Which one?" Paul asked.
"The upper one."
"Jeez. Just one challenge after the next," he grumbled and dropped me on Victoria's bed.
Quite roughly, I might add.
"What the hell?" I hissed. "I'm freaking injured. Don't toss me around like a bag pack."
Paul smirked. "Don't worry about that. My bag pack is a whole lot lighter than you are."
I was about to snap something back at him but Leah interfered.
"Cut it out, kids," she sighed. "Paul, you need to treat Bella better otherwise I'm gonna show you my best magic trick."
Paul and I looked at each other in confusion before we looked at her.
"What?" she asked.
"What magic trick?" Paul and I chorused.
Leah rolled her eyes. "The 'Poof- you're single' trick. It's quite entertaining if you're not on the receiving end."
Of course it would have been something that stupid. I didn't even know why I had been expecting some actual magic.
I nudged Paul lightly.
"You still have to put me on my bed," I reminded him, gesturing toward it.
"In your dreams maybe," he grumbled.
I made a face at that and saw Leah's eyebrows rising. "Eww. No offense, but...eww."
Paul groaned. "That is not what I meant. But don't you think it makes more sense to switch beds until you are allowed to skip around in tights again. Can't be fun to climb up there when you can't even walk properly."
It actually did make sense but I didn't tell him that.
"You know, I'm just gonna take my crutches along tomorrow. My bench time is officially over, so I'm gonna be here tomorrow for class," Leah proposed.
Right in that moment, the door opened and Victoria burst in.
She stopped short when she saw the three of us.
Then her eyes came to rest on me.
"Where have you been all weekend?" she asked me instead of greeting any of us.
She was such a polite person.
"Oh you know, the usual. Partying, disabling my feet..." I trailed off, giving her a half shrug.
"Okay," she said slowly and then turned her attention toward Paul and Leah. "And who are you?"
"The most awesome people you will ever meet," Paul told her gruffly.
In some ways he was kind of like Leah, only a bit more of a jerk.
"Wait," Victoria pointed at Leah, "Haven't I seen you before?"
Leah sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Seeing that I go to school here, you should have seen me here once or twice," she replied dryly.
"Clearwater. You're in the senior class, right?"
It wasn't an actual question, judging by the deep in thought expression on Victoria's face.
Then she seemed to snap out of it and looked at Leah with an almost appalled expression.
"What in the world have you done to your hair?"
"It's a wig," Leah declined. "Listen, we need you to switch beds with Bella. She's got a minor injury and is supposed to pressure her feet as little as possible."
Again, Victoria looked at me.
"So, you party all weekend and end up injuring your feet. You do realize that can get kicked out for that kind of stuff. If you're not willing to take care of your body-"
"Yeah, yeah. Been there, done that. Just switch beds, will ya?" Leah butted in.
I could tell that she didn't have much patience for Victoria.
Victoria shrugged. "Fine."
I saw Paul roll his eyes and Leah grimaced.
"You should ask if you can room with Tinkerbell and Rosie. They are a lot more fun," Leah stated.
Victoria seemed to be offended by that and started to protest, but Leah shut her up with a simple gesture of her hand.
"Alright, Bellsie. I'm gonna have to leave you. My dearest mother will probably rip me a new one for staying away all weekend and not helping her get the house ready."
"Ready for what?" I inquired.
"Nothing special," she waved me off. "My cousins are coming down here sometime next week for some idiot family reunion. We go through that shit every fucking year and each time I just wanna kill myself. Do you know how many freaking cousins I have?"
I shook my head in answer.
"Yeah, neither do I. I just hang out with three of them, one of them being Emily. The rest are lucky if I remember their names."
"Right. What she's basically saying is - we are going," Paul voiced and started to pull Leah out.
"See ya tomorrow, Bella," Leah called just before the left the room.
I sent her a slow wave.
As soon as they were gone Victoria slumped down on her bed beside me.
"I didn't know you were friends with the queen of freaky herself," she remarked.
"Queen of freaky?"
"She's a weirdo. Everyone knows that and she's also kind of a bitch. Not that I can second that, I've never spoken to her until today. But most of her classmates are not too impressed with her. She's a brilliant dancer though."
"I didn't know she was that unpopular."
"She's not. She's actually quite popular. Everyone agrees that she's weird, yet everyone wants to be her friend. You should see how some people follow her around. It's kind of pathetic and she ignores them anyway."
There was a bitter note to her tone and I briefly wondered if Victoria had been one of those followers as well.
"I hope you had dinner already," Victoria added, changing the topic swiftly. "If not you should get downstairs, because they'll be cleaning up in there in twenty minutes."
"Nah, I'm good."
"Suit yourself."
The door to our room opened again.
This time it was Alice storming in with Rose close behind her.
"Bella," she shouted, making me cringe. "I just saw Leah leave and figured you'd be here. Are you alright? Uncle Carlisle told us you hurt your feet. It's not too bad is it? I could call him if you want to. Or do you maybe want something to eat? I could get you something real quick. Just tell me what you—"
"Do you ever take a breath?" I cut her off.
During the course of her speech, she had shooed Victoria off the bed and sat in her spot, grabbing my hands.
"I'm sorry. I just…if there is anything I can do for you, just tell me and I'll do it."
I made a thoughtful face. "There really is something you could do for me."
"Yes?" Alice's eyes were shining brightly and she looked at me expectantly.
"Shut up, just for a few seconds."
Her face fell slightly, but she nodded anyway and pressed her lips together.
Rose looked like she was trying really hard not to laugh.
Again, the door opened and this time it was Emmett who stomped in.
I inwardly groaned. What was it with everyone barging in here like this was fucking Grand Central Station?
"Swan, where have you been? We were worried," he exclaimed.
"You're not supposed to be in the girls' rooms," Rose noted dryly.
"Psh, I don't care. I'm just checking up on my friend, who disappeared for almost two whole days."
"As you can see she is here and healthy. You can go now."
"Could the two of you just knock it off?" I cut in, annoyed with their banter.
Victoria looked slightly irritated and left the room. I couldn't blame her.
This lot was quite hard to endure.
Especially when Alice started talking again.
I had to spend fifteen minutes of my life assuring her that I was fine and didn't need anything.
Just when her proposals had gotten too ridiculous and Rose and Emmett in the background were getting ready to pounce on each other, I let out a loud yawn.
It wasn't even entirely faked, seeing that I didn't get as much sleep over this weekend as I wanted to.
Emmett was the only one to take that as his queue to go, Alice insisted to get me something to change into.
Rose just stayed around to drag the pixie along as soon as she was done.
"And you're really going to be okay?" Alice asked worriedly. It would have been sweet if she hadn't asked that a few million times already.
I just sent her a pointed look.
Alice ignored it. "You can always come and crash in our room, you know. We'll just p-"
"That's enough now, Al," Rose sighed and pulled her along. "Bella wants to sleep and you still have homework to finish. You can continue babying her tomorrow morning."
I wanted to kiss Rose in that moment. It was hard to endure Alice's caring side.
"Alright," Alice allowed. "Sleep well, Bella."
With that the two of them left the room.
Sinking back into the pillows, I let out a deep breath of relief. I felt like I hadn't had any peace and quiet around me for weeks.
The door opened once again.
With a scowl I sat up and got ready to throw a pillow at whoever was disturbing me now.
Rose just smirked at me.
"Sorry, I'll be gone in a second," she said. Crossing my arms, I waited for her to continue because I had a feeling that she wanted to tell me something.
I was right- Rose continued, "I just wanted to say that you shouldn't be too annoyed with Alice. I know she is a pain in the ass at times, but she was just really worried about you."
Yeah, like I hadn't noticed that.
"And she was probably just trying to make you feel better, because she thinks you are angry with her. So just make sure to let her know that you are not because she's starting to get on my nerves as well."
Not waiting for a response of any kind, she left again and closed the door behind her.
I had absolutely no fucking clue what to make of that information, so I just got comfortable on the bed and revelled in the silence that I finally got to enjoy.
What a weird weekend that was.
A/N:Alright. I'm sorry for the time skips, I just couldn't come up with anything to fill the gaps between the different 'scenes'. In case you are confused. Bella went to Chris' on Saturday and came back to the Academy on Sunday.
Now, I have to pimp out a story:
It's called Painfully Fabulous by SweetApocalypses and it really needs some more readers. Seriously!
The author is a very close friend of mine and she just recently discovered the world of fanfiction. She just came up to me and told me that she wanted to write a story as well and I told her to go for it. Unfortunately, she didn't have any ideas so I let her use one of the maaaany prototypes that I have on my laptop.
She liked the idea and started typing but she always ends up being stuck and asks me for help. (Much to my dismay, her boyfriend practically lives next door so she can just come and ring me out of bed) As of this moment, I feel like I have written the entire story so far and I'm begging all of you to send some nice words her way to motivate her a little.
I'm kind of fearing that she's going to give up on writing (she is not a patient person) and then I'll be stuck with that story... it is one of my babies after all.
Okay, basically I just want you guys to check it out and save me from having yet another story to update. It would be very nice if you did that.
Back to the usual matters: Thank you to justareaderfan like always. She's a great beta and also endures quite a lot of my random thoughts. I'm currently going through her stories and I thought I should just mention that she's actually a good writer herself and you could check out her stories as well.
Anything else? Hmm... Not really.
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