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The songs don't belong to me either, only to the one of a kind Joan Jett and the group that took her off into her musical career, The Runaways.

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JPOV

I was pretty sure that my face didn't look too pretty when I turned around to face Bella. She just stared at me in shock.

"I've-I've never seen you so angry before," she chocked out.

"Well, wouldn't you be angry at someone who's been messin' with you for almost half your life and tried to support you just because you fainted?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

She chuckled at me hurmorlessly. "You have no idea. I've been so angry this entire time. I've always wanted to do that, what you just did to Alice. And when you stood up to Edward by throwing macarroni and cheese in his face...all this time, I didn't think I would make a friend my entire life because of how they harrassed me, and when you suddenly showed up...I suddenly feel like I can smile again without having to force it on my face to the pleasure of others."

Although it's been almost two years since I let myself cry, I couldn't stop the tears that were forming in my eyes. I hugged her close and let a few tears drift down my face and onto her hospital night gown.

"When I first heard about the news that we were moving from Hollywood, I was against the idea," I admitted. "It's a good thing that my mom is the most stubbornest person alive, because she wouldn't hear any of my complaints. I originally thought that my life was going to be a living hell once we moved here. Until I met you kid, that's when my life changed."

She smiled and ruffeled up my hair. "I'm glad your mom's stubborn, too, Joanie."

I spent the entire night in that hospital room, talking with her, and slept next to her on the hospital bed.

It was probably one of the most emotional nights I've ever had since my mom finally wised up and cut my so-called dad loose. The guy was a dick anyways.

The next morning, I felt myself getting shaken awake by a nurse who was saying that I needed to go home. I flipped her the bird as I left the hospital room, and went home. I was greeted by the sight of, Carlisle Cullen. To say that he was just stressed would be a complete understatement. He was sweating bullets and running his hands through his crazy and untidy hair that was usually slicked back and smooth. I know Dr. Cullen because just like Bella, he's my doctor too.

"You alright, Dr. Cullen?" I asked as I approached him.

He looked up at me with bags under his eyes. "Ah, Joan. How are you?" he asked in a tired voice.

"I'm a little worried about you, actually. What's up? What's got you so stressed?" I asked, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Last night, I just found out that my children have been bullying and harrasing a girl since they were small children. Turns out that it was one of my patients. And then this other girl comes along and makes a stand for her, actually being coming her very first friend."

"Wow," I said, raising both of my eyebrows. "What awful children."

"Now I'm concerned if I should lock them up in their rooms with no food for several days or several weeks."

"I'd go with weeks," I said and patted his shoulder. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get going, so I'll see ya later." I spun around on my heels and walked through the exit of the hospital. As soon as the automatic open and close doors closed behind me, I burst out laughing and wrapped my arms around my middle and rubbed the tops of my arms.

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