A/N: So, it's the summer before senior year for Bella, Edward, and Alice, and they are arguing a lot now. Edward seems very guarded whenever Bleea is around Alice, and everyone knows why. So, read it and tell me what you think because I would love to know.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own anything but the characters that you don't recognize, everything else is the amazing Stephenie Meyer's.
"Alright," Alice sighed, her beautiful face in her hands. She didn't want to admit it, but she was aggravated at her brother, and I could tell.
"It's his problem anyway," I said, trying to comfort her.
"Bella, I don't want to go behind his back with something as huge as this," she said softly. We were sitting at her dining room table in their family's glorious mansion, and Alice, my best friend, was worried. She hated that Edward was being so stupid about changing me into what he was, a vampire. Alice knew it was coming; her visions of the future were constantly dotted with me being a member of their ravishing family. Edward and Alice weren't really brother and sister in the genetic sense, but more in every way that truly mattered. Edward was so stubbornly set against changing me that I wanted to scream in his face. Why should he care, it was my choice. It was summer, almost the end of vacation, Charlie was fishing with some friends, I went over to the Cullen's a lot.
"Come on, you know it will happen eventually," I said, urging her to agree.
"That's just it, I don't know. See, my visions have to do with choices. For a while now, I haven't seen you a member of my family. I just started seeing it about a week ago, and Edward is still dead-set against it."
"Do you know why?" I asked. It was strange. I could understand her not having the visions for a while because of Edwards horrible stubbornness, but for the to come back when Edward was still firmly against it was strange. I heard a door open around the corner and silent steps on the ground. Alice held a finger over her lips and I knew it must be Edward.
"Have fun?" I asked in an amused voice. He and Emmet had gone paintball-ing that afternoon, something Edward had never really gotten around to.
"Not really. We're too fast and those paintballs are too slow, there was no chance of them hitting us unless you blinded us and put earmuffs over our ears," he joked, pulling the chair out next to me and dropping down in it with so much grace that I wanted to walk away from him.
"What did you two talk about?" he asked, after kissing me softly on the cheek.
"Nothing much," said Alice. My heart was beating too fast for me to frame a coherent answer, and Edward seemed very amused by that. Edward glared at Alice, reading her thoughts like an open book and she cringed at him, knowing what he had heard.
"Ever heard of private conversation?" she asked sarcastically, fuming.
"Seriously, that's rude," I said softly, gaining my voice back. Edward placed his arm around my shoulders and I could no longer speak again, I was concentrating too hard on breathing. Over half a year and I still wasn't good at this.
"Well, it's rude to talk about stuff like that behind my back," he said angrily. "Alice, I cannot believe you didn't warn me about these new visions."
"What?" asked another voice from the hall. I hadn't even heard them come in. Emmet jumped up onto the counter, sitting there and staring down at us, his huge and bulky form greatly intimidating, but he was more of a brother to me than I had ever had. Rosalie walked into the dining room next.
"Emmet, you're back," she trotted over to greet him gracefully, kissing him hard on the lips. When she was done, she looked at me, a grimace showing in her eyes, but not her mouth. "And, Bella's here too," she said, trying far too hard to be nice. She walked out of the dining room, muttering something to herself very softly and very fast that my ears didn't catch it. Edward grabbed an unlit candle off the table and threw it at her. She caught it right before it hit her and she turned to face him.
"Tisk, tisk," she said softly, tossing the candle back to Edward who put it in its place on the table again. Then, Jasper came in; his wary were eyes on me, and then Edward. A pleading look touched his face as he looked to Alice. Alice stood up and looked into his eyes softly, before kissing him on the cheek. He smiled a bit about that, and looked back at me. Alice came to sit back down and he leaned against the wall, as far away from me as possible without leaving the room. He was still so wary. Jasper had the hardest time getting used to the change the Cullens had made. They had given up on human blood, not wanting to be monsters, and hunted animals instead. The gang was all here now, except, of course, Rosalie, Esme, who was grocery shopping as a nice ruse, and Carlisle, who was at work at the hospital. None of the Cullens ever really understood how Carlisle had become immune to the scent so much that he could work in a hospital, around bleeding and gashed people all day long.
"Hi, Bella," came Jasper's light voice. I looked up at him and immediately felt more calm and relaxed. His gift was amazing; manipulating the emotions of those around him was truly a formidable talent, no matter how subtle it was. Of course, Edward reading minds (all but the exception of mine for some reason), and Alice seeing the future, were both equally brilliant.
"Hi," I said softly, calmly. He smiled and turned to Alice, who leapt off her chair and took Jasper's hand as they left the dining room, to graceful to be human. Emmet leapt off the counter and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, and yet still very controlled of his immense strength, so much strength that I didn't even want to think about it.
"Hello…to you…too," I gasped. Edward stood up now, worried that I couldn't breathe. Emmet dropped me, an amused look on his face as I bent over and placed my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.
"Aww, Bella," his booming voice rang out. "You are so fragile," he joked.
"Thanks for noticing," I said with a joking smile as I stood back up. Edward shook his head. "Hey, Emmet, how come there is paint on your shirt. Edward said the paintballs moved too slow."
"Yeah, well, he gave up and decided to just throw them at me," Emmet said, glaring at Edward, who smiled innocently. "So, I just kicked his butt while we were out there." The two of them had gotten into a wrestling match in the middle of a paintball field filled with humans; I stared in disbelief.
"Bella, we just bought the paintballs, guns, and played here," said Edward, shaking his head as though reading my thoughts, but of course, he wasn't.
"Oh," I said softly, internally kicking myself for the stupidity of what I had thought. Emmet laughed and left the room, going up the stairs. When Emmet was gone, Edward glared down at me.
"You are never to try and convince Alice to change you, again, do you understand me." His face was hard and completely stern. I couldn't do anything but nod. I hated when he was mad at me, more than I hated the fact that he wouldn't change me. But, with my nod, his expression softened and he grabbed my hand, sending shivers through my entire body.
"Where are we going?" I asked softly.
"I want to see Carlisle, to make sure of something," he said, equally soft.
"And I can't stay here with Alice because…?" I trailed off, waiting for him to fill in the blank.
"Because, Alice isn't home right now, she went with Jasper to mail his college applications because he wants to major in art this time. Of course, Edward's family had all been to college more than once. Edward had degrees in medicine, Carlisle, I didn't even want to think about how many degrees he had, Esme was big on antiques, restoration, and interior design. Alice had majored in art once before, and was big on medicine too. Rosalie was always majoring in mechanical devices. She had worked on all the Cullen cars, making them go faster than most cars could dream of.
"And Emmet?" I asked softly.
"Is with Rosalie, helping her pick out wedding cakes," he finished. Rosalie and Emmet had been married a million times just for show, and it was pretty funny. Emmet only went along with it because Rosalie asked him too. I sighed, there was no way out. Edward practically never left me alone anymore, I was always with a member of his family after the incident of Phoenix. Of course I loved spending time with Edward, but I hated hospitals, hated them more than anything. Blood always made me queasy, and hospitals always had the sterile and dead feeling. You could feel grief everywhere. Of course, Carlisle lit up the room every time he walked in, but it was still a hospital.
Edward opened the door to his silver Volvo and I slid in. He was around the other side before I had even reach for the seatbelt. He was too fast; it unnerved me. Before I knew it, we were moving. He had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other in my hand on the center console. I looked down at our hands, so many differences in just those: his hand was cold, hard, mine was soft and warm, his was a few shades paler than mine, and perfectly formed, mine was all thin-fingered, not so pale, and tiny-boned. He looked at me and smiled my favorite crooked smile and my heart skipped a beat.
"Don't think about it," he said softly, rubbing the back of his hand, which was still holding mine, against my face. "I won't do it, and you know that." I sighed and he placed our hands back on the console.
"I know," I whispered. I looked at the speedometer creeping past eighty as we were leaving the forest road and heading back towards the dismal and rainy town of Forks. He slid the car gracefully into a space in the hospital parking lot and got out while I unbuckled. He was around the car slower this time, with people around. He opened the door and helped me out, making sure I wouldn't trip due to my terrible klutziness. He held my hand all the way through the doors and pulled me into a ward. He probably smelled Carlisle and knew exactly where he was. I was thankful that he was on a lunch break, but of course, not eating. I was still struck by Carlisle's good-looks, although, I still liked Edward better.
"Carlisle, I saw Alice's thoughts today," Edward said, sitting down. Carlisle's office was pretty big and very comfy, filled with light colors. "She sees…Bella again as a member of our family. Ever since prom, she hasn't seen that. What's going on?"
"Company could be coming soon, or a member of our own family could betray your trust," said Carlisle softly.
"Company?" I asked fearfully, remembering the last time some "company" had arrived.
"Clam down, Bella, we won't have a repeat of last spring," said Edward, brushing a strand of hair from my face as my breathing became more erratic for a second.
"Surely not," said Carlisle. A very small accent was in the base of his tone. After all, Carlisle was technically British. "I would suggest keeping an eye on Alice if you're so dead-set against Bella being changed," he said with a glance at me. Calrisle would have not decided either way because he was beginning to become a fatherly figure to me and was practically family, but he also didn't want to disappoint his son. Rosalie was against it because she didn't like the fate she'd ended up with because she had no choice. Jasper was for it, and so was Emmet. Esme, I wasn't too sure about, and Alice was definitely for it. Edward nodded.
"You think we'll have visitors?" asked Edward warily.
"Not too sure, no one has told me anything recently. I was thinking about a trip to Italy for a week to visit Aro, but I'm not too sure about it. He will probably try and convince me to change my diet again," joked Carlisle. He was referring to a good friend of his from Italy – amongst another two, Caius and Marcus - the kind of royal family their kind had, if you could all it that. Their kind did have laws, and those laws were enforced.
"I vote no," said Edward with a smile. "They need you here at the hospital, and if there are visitors coming, we will need you."
"I agree," said Carlisle. "So, I'll stay. It has been hundreds of years since I've seen them though. Oh well, I can wait a while. Well, if that's all, my break is over and I have to get back to work." Edward nodded and pulled me from Carlisle by my hand and we got back into the car. Obviously Edward was worried if he didn't wait until Carlisle got home that night. He pulled into my driveway this time.
"Why can't we go back to your house, Charlie's not even home yet and I'll be alone. Plus, Alice and I were in the middle of a conversation when you interrupted," I said whined.
"One, I'll stay with you. Two, Alice probably isn't home yet. Three, you promised not to finish that conversation," he said, answering my every complaint. I sighed; there was no getting out of this again.
"Fine," I said softly, unbuckling. Edward was around the side in less than a second, helping out of the car. I stumbled once and then he caught me and walked me into the house. I looked up at the clock in the entryway. It was almost three. No excuse for being tired for at least another four hours.
"What's wrong?" he asked, following my eyes to the clock.
"Nothing, really," I replied. I heard my stomach growl and remembered that, being at the Cullens, usually meant no meals for the time I'm there.
"You're hungry, let's get you something to eat," he said softly, walking me over to the table and fixing me a perfect lunch. I ate it calmly, looking up at him as he cringed while I ate.
"You act like you've never eaten real food before," I joked.
"Not for some eighty odd years," he said, leaning back in his chair.
"Maybe you should try it," I joked.
"Rather not," he said, pursing his lips.
"Your choice. So, what do you wanna do?" I asked, getting off the chair and walking over to him.
"Well, that depends, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"I want to go talk to Alice," I stressed.
"And I won't let you, not unless you let me stay in the room and listen to every word."
"You'll find out anyways, you'll just read her mind."
"Alice is good at lying in her thoughts, trust me."
"So, what else did you want to do?" he asked, hoping I would stop with the Alice thing.
"I don't know," I said softly. "Want to watch some TV?" He groaned. Edward had probably seen every show ever made at one point in his life, but he never objected when Charlie was watching with him.
"A movie?" he suggested.
"Fine," I said calmly. "What movie?"
"I say we rent one, and I think I want to scare you, so I vote a horror of some kind. I want to see if anything on this actual planet can scare me except the thought of you dead." He brushed his fingertips along the side of my face and my heart stopped beating for a few seconds and Edward looked anxious, but his face relaxed when it picked up again.
"A horror?" I asked in flagrant disbelief.
"Yes," he said, a beautiful and breathtaking crooked smile on his beautiful lips.
A/N: ha ha, this should be interesting. Next chapter is the hunt for the movie rental and the movie itself. It'll be great!