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We were about half way to the school when Edward's car phone began to ring. He sends me an apologetic smile before he clicks the button hidden under his steering wheel to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Edward!" Alice chirps through the phone. "Are you still with Bella?"

I clear my throat. "Hey, Alice," I say awkwardly. I'd never spoken to a car phone before.

I can hear her smile when she talks next. "Bella! Mom wants to know if you and your father want to come over for dinner tonight. Since you prepared such a nice dinner for us," she says.

I frown. "Sorry, Alice. My dad has to work the late shift tonight. He won't be done until midnight," I say sadly.

"That's fine!" Alice says. "You can still come. We can take you back to your truck after?" She asks. I don't answer for a long moment, so Alice chimes in again. "Please?"

I smile. "Sure, as long as you're sure it's okay?"

"It definitely is," she promises. "I'll see you both soon!"

Edward and I say a goodbye and hang up. I look over at him and smile.

"I'm sorry I'm intruding on your family dinner," I say with a grin.

He smiles back. "Bella, you are always welcome at our house. My mom is probably going to tell you that at least ten times tonight," Edward says with a laugh.

After a long moment he sighs. "I'm afraid it's me who should be apologizing to you," he says.

I roll my eyes as he turns onto a dirt road I've never been down before. "Edward, I told you. I'm over the milk thing." I promise.

He shakes his head. "I'm afraid it's much worse than that," he says as we drive over a small bridge.

I'm suddenly feeling nervous. "What?"

He looks at me seriously. "My brother's here."

I met Emmett, the other Cullen sibling, shortly after Alice forced me into the shower with a promise of fresh clothing and clean hair.

And he was something else.

I began to descend the stairs and head to the living room where Alice had told me she would be when I saw what had to be the bulkiest guy I've ever seen standing in the doorway. He was holding the hand of a beautiful blonde woman who was staring at Esme with striking blue eyes.

I tried to sneak around unnoticed, but Esme caught me.

"Oh! Emmett, this is Bella. She's a friend of Edward and Alice from school. I invited her over for dinner tonight," she explained. "Bella, this is Emmett and his fiancé, Rosalie."

I smile and walk over to them as I outstretch my hand. "It's nice to meet you," I say softly.

Emmett laughs and shakes my hand. "Well aren't you polite? Nice to meet you too! My sister has told us plenty about you," he says.

I look over to Rosalie and offer her my hand. After a long and extremely awkward moment, she half smiles at me and shakes my hand.

"Pleasure," she says.

I smile at her, confused by her slightly cold greeting. When she releases my hand, Emmett grabs hers and squeezes gently. Her blue eyes meet his and after a moment, she smiles.

Esme puts her hand gently on my shoulder and speaks to Emmett and Rose. "She's been such a dear to both Edward and Alice," she says kindly. Then her voice slips into a whisper. "And she hasn't treated Edward any differently than any normal person," she says, looking directly at Rosalie.

Rosalie nods and looks back at me, her smile just a little bit warmer.

Esme smiles down at me and winks. "Go on into the living room. Edward and Alice are in there," she says.

I smile in thanks to Esme and look back at Emmett and Rosalie. "It was nice to meet you both," I say with a wave.

Emmett booms another laugh, and his dark brown eyes light up as his curly brown hair bounces. "It was indeed," he says with a wink at Rosalie.

I feel like I'm missing out on some sort of joke, but I don't say anything.

As I walk towards where I assume the living room is, I take a few moments to admire the beauty of the house. As soon as I had entered 20 minutes ago, I had been taken aback by the grandness of the foyer and the massive staircase. To the right of the foyer was a room that held an easel and paint along with a few other artsy thins. To the left was a huge white wall that was covered with family photos. Pictures of Edward and Emmett playing as babies, then a few of a little Alice running around in bright dresses and insane hair ribbons.

As I journey farther down the hall, I can see the kitchen and as soon as I enter it, I can hear other voices coming from what I assume to be the living room.

"Alice, drop it!" Edward hisses.

"No," I hear Alice say. Her voice has a stubborn note to it. "I will not drop it until you listen to me!"

Edward groans loudly. "I have been listening to you. I've been listening to you since we left LA. And you're wrong."

I hear something hit the ground loudly before Alice speaks again.

"You know I'm right," she says.

"Shut up. It's my life! I think I would know what I've done. And it was only once," Edward demanded.

I decide to make my presence known as I am starting to feel extremely guilty about eavesdropping.

"Am I interrupting something?" I say as I enter the room. "I can come back if you want,"

Edward looks at me for a long moment before he storms out of the room angrily. He brushes my elbow as he leaves and I watch as he runs out the back door. As soon as he's five feet from the house, he pulls out a cigarette and lights up.

I look back at Alice who has tears in her eyes. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Bella! He's just so pigheaded sometimes, and I never know…I mean, I just want to help. Is that so bad?"

I walk over to Alice and awkwardly put my arm around her shoulder. "It's okay, Alice. I've only known Edward for a few weeks and I can already see he's moody."

She shakes her head. "He's either happy, extremely depressed, or extremely angry. I can't keep up with him anymore. And you'd think, after everything I've done for him, he'd just trust me," she whispers. She looks out the window at Edward.

"After everything I've been through because of him, you'd think he'd have more consideration for me," she whispers as she stares blankly out the window.

I take her hand and steer her over to the couch, which I take a moment to admire. It's super comfortable and leather, which is something my dad and I can't have because of Velma.

We'd see a couch; she'd see a personal scratching post.

"Alice," I say softly. I continue when she looks at me. "What happened to you?" I ask.

She stares into my eyes for a long moment, but before she can say anything, Emmett bounds in.

"Hey, Al!" he says before he comes to a running stop in front of us. His eyes flash between the two of us before he glances out the window.

"What happened?" he asked.

I shrug and Alice wipes her face before she smiles. "Just more of Edward being a butthead," she says with a grumble.

He laughs. "What else is new?"

I almost told Alice's story, but I decided that it was too soon. She doesn't know Bella well enough and I know if I were Alice, I wouldn't tell her yet.

But soon, I promise! And more of Edward's history will be coming up as well.

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Lots of love,

Emilia Elliot