Previously (geez, now I feel like I'm writing for a soap opera or something)…

"And his girlfriend." I piped up. Both heads shot up to look at me, one in gratitude and the other with malice. I blushed with all of the attention, and took a deep breath. What was I going to do?


"Well then," She simpered, glaring at me like I just kicked her puppy. "My mistake."

Edward snickered and I shot him a glare, trying to communicate the fact that I was no longer going to aid him.

"I'll have the mushroom ravioli." Edward said with a mock-serious expression.

"I'll have the same." I said, never breaking eye contact with Edward, whom I was glaring down.

"Wonderful," She snarled before snatching away our menus and strutting off. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Edward erupted into laughter.

"Shut up, Edward!" I hissed, looking around and noticing all the stares we were getting. "It's not funny!"

"You're right. That wasn't funny." He said, trying to quiet his laughter. "It was hilarious!"

"See if I help you any more…" I muttered.

"What? Bella, you have to help me! That woman is insane!" He pleaded, giving me a puppy dog pout to rival Alice's. Those stupid perfect eyes…

"No! I don't even know what possessed me to say that in the first place. We are going to have a nice, quiet lunch and then go back to school. End of story." I stated, getting a little flustered.

"If you insist…" He sighed, making sure to give me one last pathetic looking gaze.

"I insist." I affirmed. And we did just that. The poor waitress was furious for the rest of our meal, until Edward slipped her a ten dollar tip as we were leaving. Edward refused to let me pay, but thankfully didn't bring up my previous behavior. I don't even know how I would have explained it. It was completely unreasonable, it made no sense, but…there was still that tugging feeling whenever I saw the sketch, like it reminded me of what I really wanted.

Maybe those mushrooms were poisoned.

After we arrived back at the school and Edward parked his car, we took our time walking back to admire the rays of sunshine peeking out of the clouds…until those clouds began to leak.

"AHH!!!" I squealed as I threw my spare jacket over my head. We still had at least a ten minute walk, and it was pointless to go back and get the car. The raindrops were absolutely drenching us, but there was no lightening or thunder, so there was no immediate danger. I was very used to the rain, courtesy of a semester at Forks High, so I gave up and let my jacket fall.

I glanced over at Edward to see how he was faring and saw him imitating my actions. My hair starting getting plastered to my face, so I tilted my head up and spread my arms out, letting the water wash my hair back. While a good portion of it was still in the braid, there were wisps getting absolutely plastered to my face.

It took a few seconds until I remembered that I was wearing mascara today and would soon look like a raccoon. I panicked and wiped a finger beneath my eyelid to see if there was any smearing…but Alice was a genius. She must have used waterproof. Clairvoyant little sprite…

Edward began to chuckle and I snapped my head around in confusion.

"I haven't done this since I was six." He explained. I grinned back at him and he smiled that perfect crooked grin. Heaven help me…

"Miss Swan," Edward said suavely as he bowed and held out his hand. I laughed at his craziness and shook my head.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, looking up at me through his wet bronze hair and his thick dark lashes, dazzling me…

"I…I can't dance." I stuttered as I fumbled for words in my stupor.

"Please?" His eyes did that thing where they turned into molten puddles of gold…and I melted.

I sighed, but gingerly placed my hand in his. He grinned up at me and fluidly stood up, facing me as he did so. He gently placed one of his large piano hands at my waist and gripped my hand tightly with his other. I tentatively placed my hand on his shoulder and he smiled encouragingly.

"I apologize in advance for any toes I might step on." I said quietly. He shook his head at me and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Not a chance," he whispered. I shivered as I felt his breath hit the back of my neck and he pulled back.

He began to slowly waltz us around in the rain, twirling us around and stopping occasionally to spin me out and then spin me back in. He began humming something beautiful, and his fingers drummed out an imaginary melody on my waist. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's go." He said as he spun around and began running, carting me along with him.

"Edward?" I called after him as he tugged on my hand to keep me running.

He turned his head and smiled at me in reassurance, but I was still confused. We managed to make it back to the building without tripping once, but we were completely soaked.

"I don't want to get this place all wet, but I need my stuff…" He explained absentmindedly. I stood at the door, dripping quietly, while he scurried around, trying to move without getting water everywhere. He made it to his piano before a single drop fell, and even then he made sure that it never dripped on anything but the tile flooring.

"Let's go," he said as he ran his hand through his sopping wet hair. His composition book was in a clear plastic baggie, completely waterproof.

We made our way over to the dorm houses in the same manner, jogging through the pouring rain, though between Edward's and my hands was the smooth plastic of his compositions.

"Where…" I began to ask but gave up as he lead us past mine and Alice's dorm.

Edward made it about three houses down when he veered into one of the entryways and began climbing stairs. We stopped in front of a white door with paint splashed all over it and he fumbled in his pockets for a key. He pulled it out after peeling one of his jacket pockets open and unlocked the door.

"I'll get you something to change into…" He mumbled as he wandered off into one of the rooms. I shifted my weight from foot to foot and felt guilty for a moment as I dripped all over the floor. It'd be a pain to mop all this water up later. Then again, Edward was trailing it all over.

"I got you some sweats and there are towels in the bathroom…first door on the left…" He told me with a furrowed brow and a concentrated gaze. From his soaking wet hair to his lack of shirt, I highly doubted that any thought went into his outfit. His towel was hanging around his neck and it drew my eyes down to his well structured chest. Isabella Marie, how old are you? It's rude to stare, even at perfection.

He padded in his bare feet over to the little keyboard sitting near one of the beds and plunked down, grabbing his composition pad as he went. I heard him tapping out keys as I wandered into the bathroom.

I left my clothes to dry in the bathtub and towel dried my hair as best I could. Edward's sweatpants were two sizes too big, and they barely stayed up with the string tied as tight as it went. I felt too exposed thanks to how low they were slung on my hips, but his too long t-shirt helped.

I meandered back out to find Edward completely lost in thought. His left hand was playing a beautiful piece on the keyboard keys and his right was scratching various notes on his paper. Occasionally he would stop and play something over a few times, but then he seemed to decide and write something else down.

I curled up on a chair sitting next to an empty stand and proceeded to memorize everything about Edward.

He didn't chew on his pencil. When he was agitated or rushed, he ran his fingers through his hair. If he got frustrated, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his pale, slim fingers. He closed his eyes and drummed his fingers out in imaginary tunes for minutes before he even touched the keyboard. When his eyelids would slip open after that, his golden eyes were completely unfocused and dreamy. He himself was a work of art.

"Damn." He muttered after a moment's respite. He made one final mark on his paper and threw his pencil down, running his hand through his hair one last time. "Lost it…"

"Sorry about that, Bella. It's just…all of a sudden, I could picture the entire thing and I didn't want to lose it-"

"Its fine Edward," I interrupted him. "Trust me. It happens to me all the time. I got a detention last year for running out of my math class to get my sketch pad."

"Thank you." He said sheepishly.

"Besides, now I know what you look like when you're composing. The picture will be more real this way." I explained. He grinned appreciatively.

"Alice will nev-"

But I never got to hear what Alice would never do, because the buzzing of Edward's phone near his keyboard interrupted him.

"It's Alice," He said as he looked at the little silver screen. "Hold on, I'll put it on speaker…"

"Hey Alice!" I greeted as I heard the fuzz of background noise.

"Bella? But I called Edward's phone." She stated.

"I'm here too, Alice." Edward said.

"Oh. Well, that makes things easier. We're on our way home now, so be ready to leave for dinner in a half an hour. That means my version of ready, Bella, not yours." Alice ordered. I grew pale at the thought of ever being "Alice" ready.

"And Bella?" Alice added.

"Yeah?" I asked hesitantly. Knowing Alice, she would ask me to do the impossible and wear make-up or something.

"I think one of my bracelets fell into your bag and I want to wear it tonight. We're running late and won't be able to get out of the car, so can you get it for me?" She asked.

"Sure thing, Alice." I agreed.

"Thanks. See you in a few!" She said jovially.

"Dang it! My bag is down with the rest of our stuff at Vivaldi." I exclaimed.

"I'll go with you. Is it cool if I wait at your room until they get here?" He asked as he got up and went to the dresser sitting near the closet.

"Yeah, that's fine." I said as I began to gather my stuff from the bathroom.

Three minutes later, we were leaving Edward's room dressed like a circus couple. Edward looked perfect in his jeans and dark blue button down shirt, and I looked like a mess in his sweats and shirt carrying my sopping wet clothing in my hands. On the plus side, it had stopped raining, but it had also gotten particularly warm.

"It's rather hot, don't you think?" Edward asked as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Yeah…" I said, groaning a bit as I readjusted the heavy pile of clothes in my arms.

"Here, let me take those." He insisted once he saw that I was struggling. I wasted the rest of the walk on protests, but they fell on deaf ears.

"See Bella, I was fine." He told me smugly. I glared darkly before swinging open the door and marching in. I began to run around and gather up the various stuff I would need over the next day and a half, scooping it into a haphazard pile in my arms.

"Wow," Edward breathed from somewhere near the door. He had been silent as I hunted, so it startled me into awareness. My heart sank when I realized just where he was standing and what he was peering at so intently.

"NO!" I hollered as I dropped the stuff in my arms on the piano bench and raced over to snatch the paper out of his hands. Unfortunately, Edward had a good seven inches on me.

"Please, it's no good!" I begged as I tried to reach for it.

"Bella, this is the most amazing piece of art I've ever seen!" He said before folding it up carefully and sticking it into his wallet.

"I really hate you sometimes." I told him dejectedly as I shoved my remaining things into my bag.

"I think you're bluffing." He whispered in my ear as he bent down to snatch my bag. My breath caught in my throat and my heart skipped a beat, but when I finally whirled around, he was at the door.

"Are you coming?" He asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and walked over to join him. We spent the reminder of our walk arguing about our favorite classic literature, which quickly snowballed into our favorite version of their movie counterparts.

"C'mon, the sixties version is amazing." I said incredulously as he made a face. I ducked under his arm to walk into my room and he followed after, shutting the door with a resounding thud.

"They just make love seem so…fickle." He said distastefully. I shook my head one last time, effectively ending the argument, before throwing open the doors of my closet…and finding nothing.

"Alice!" I cried in despair and frustration. As if on cue, my phone began buzzing in my pocket. Edward was busy fiddling with something near the window, but I could hear his phone going off too.

"Alice! I was just-"

"Bella! Oh, thank God. Rose, I've got her, you can hang up now. Bella, it's just going to be four tonight. Jasper got tickets to see that new ballet tonight and he's picking me up in twenty minutes!" Alice said quickly.

"Alice, you took all of my clothes!" I wailed, too focused on getting dressed in something I didn't feel half naked in, though the sweats were kind of comfy.

"Ugh!" She groaned. "Hang on, we'll be up in five. You are home, right?"

"Yes, but-"


"She just hung up on me." I muttered. Unbelievable.

"Fine then. If she has my clothes, I can wear whatever I want." I said stubbornly. I grabbed a pair of jeans and shirt at random from a box I'd hidden beneath my bed before marching off to the bathroom to get changed.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I stepped into chaos. Alice and Rosalie were whipping clothes out of bags and onto hangers and beds at the speed of light, while poor Edward was stuck with the job of hanging anything thrown at him in the closet. Rosalie would shout out colors and brands every three items or so, and Alice would bark a quick yes or no before grabbing it and throwing it onto the bed or floor.

"This is almost comical…"I mumbled before shaking my head and stumbling through the warzone to reach my two lunatic friends. I gently pried their hands away from everything and turned them to face me. "Just pick an outfit for tonight, Alice. We'll clean up the rest later."

"But Bella, this has to be perfect. I'm so nervous…" Alice said quietly as she looked up at me in fright.

"Alice, you'll look fantastic no matter what you wear." Edward said from his spot on the floor, trying to dig himself out of the massive amounts of clothing.

"Oh, Edward!" She squealed happily as she ran and threw herself into the clothes to grab him in a hug. "That's the first nice thing you've ever said about me dating!"

"Aw, c'mon Alice, you make me sound like a bad guy. I'm your big brother. I'm supposed to protect you." Edward said as he looked down at her fondly.

"Edward, that's a load of bull. You're only two minutes older than me, first of all. And second of all," Her voice softened and she forced Edward to look her in the eyes. "You'll always be my big brother, and I'll always love you."

"As happy as I am for you two, Jasper's going to be here in fifteen minutes." Rosalie interrupted as Edward opened his mouth to respond.

Alice swore delicately before she leapt up and grabbed a dress out of a bag and sprinting into the bathroom. She emerged thirteen minutes later (I had been appointed to timekeeper to ensure that she would not be more than five minutes behind, which was "fashionably late") looking like she had just waltzed out of a vintage movie.

It was chic and beautiful and fabulous, and so Alice. I wasn't much of a fashion girl, but the dress was gorgeous and perfect for the local ballet. She had her hair more relaxed and wavy and only added a vibrant shade of red lipstick, but she looked perfect.

"Oh, Alice." I sighed appreciatively. "He'll love you."

"You think so?" She asked as she spun around.

"If he doesn't, I'll show you every single embarrassing baby picture ever taken." Rosalie promised wickedly as she went to Alice's side to attach a shawl made of the same light material in some off the shoulder fashion.

"You look beautiful, Alice." Edward said as he kissed her cheek and began to shoo her out the door. "He's waiting."

"Bye guys! Have fun tonight!" Alice hollered as Edward ushered her out the door. We wished her luck and watched her and Edward walk down the stairs. Edward made sure Alice was buckled into Jasper's car before saying something sternly to Jasper. Jasper nodded and Edward relaxed before they did some weird man-shake. Why can't men just shake hands?

Jasper got into his car and he and Alice pulled out of the parking space just as a huge Jeep peeled into the parking lot.

"Emmett." Rosalie muttered as she shook her head and smiled.

Emmett barreled out of the car and shoved his way past Edward and up the stairs. Rosalie sighed and made her way to the door, opening it up just as Emmett sprinted past.

"Rosalie!" He shouted as he skidded to a stop at the end of the hall.

"Rosalie!" He panted as he stopped in our doorway. "Guess what?"

"I don't know, Emmett, what?" Rosalie asked drily. She would have seemed unenthused, but the smile on her face and the way her eyes lit up gave her away.

"Oh, hey Bella." Emmett greeted as he noticed me standing next to Rosalie. "Guess what I just nabbed?"

"What is it this time, Emmett?" Rosalie asked suspiciously. From what I had heard about their relationship, she had reason to be suspicious.

"I just got four tickets to the local theatre's closing night! It's their last show until April!" He said excitedly.

"Really?" She squealed as she grabbed the tickets out of his hands and stared at them. "Emmett, I've wanted tickets to this for months!"

"I know," Emmett said slyly before scooping her up in his big arms. Thankfully, Edward walked into the room and provided a welcome distraction to their impromptu make-out session.

"What's going on?" He asked as he stepped through the door and past the happy couple.

"Emmett got us all tickets to the closing night of a theatre's season." I explained.

"So what time are we leaving?" Rosalie asked breathlessly as she broke away from their kiss.

"Show's not till eight, so I figured we could head out to dinner." Emmett replied. Now that I looked at him, he was awfully dressed up. Where his usual ensemble involved faded ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and backwards baseball cap, he was currently dressed in dark jeans and a button down shirt. He wasn't even wearing a hat.

"Great. Why don't you guys go wait down at the cars and we'll meet you in fifteen minutes." Rosalie said as she jumped out of his arms and began shoving the boys out the door.

"But Ros-"

"Now." She interrupted him with a stern voice.

"Fine." Emmett grumbled as he pulled Edward out the door, mumbling something about women.

"Now, we're going to fix you up." Rosalie said excitedly as she flew over to the bags and began digging through them. She pulled out a grey dress and a giant black belt and waltzed out just minutes later looking like she came straight off the runway. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders and her long legs looked even longer in her black tights and white heels. Somehow, she made all of the classy pieces seem casual enough to wear out tonight.

"Your turn!" She said as she held up pair of skinny jeans and an off-the-shoulder asymmetrical blue top. I sighed, but went in the bathroom and changed as I was told. I marched out when I was done and Rosalie cooed at me before shoving me onto Alice's bed and untwisting my braid. When my hair was finally undone, she came over and told me to shut my eyes. I could feel her painting some eyeliner on, and when I was told to open my eyes and stand up, there were heels on my feet.


"You'll be fine. I promise." She said, looking so pleased with her work that I couldn't let her down. Rosalie and I hadn't shared that instant connection Alice and I had, so I was going to welcome any friendship with her that I got.

"Look at yourself, Bella. You look beautiful." She said softly as she turned me to look at the mirror in the closet.

I almost didn't recognize myself. There was a girl in the mirror who looked slightly uncomfortable in a chic outfit. She was wearing heels, and sparkly teal eyeliner. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders…and that girl was me.

"Wow." I said in awe. I felt…beautiful.

"Not too shabby, huh? Alice and I worked hard today. Thank God we did, cause your wardrobe sucked." She said proudly as she picked a string off the front of the shirt.

"Look at that, we're even a whole minute early!" She cheered as she looked at the clock. "Let's go."

We walked down the stairs (well, she walked, I stumbled) and made our way over the Jeep parked right next to Edward's Volvo. They were sitting in their driver's seats with the window's rolled down, arguing about something.

"Nu-uh. You got her all day, Edward! I call dibs on Bella!" Emmett yelled.

"You can't call dibs on a person!" Edward shot back.

"DIBS!" Emmett hollered stubbornly.

Rosalie muttered an apology to me before stomping her way over to the passenger's side of Emmett's car. She slammed the door and turned on the music to some blaring rap station before yelling something at him. I saw her smack him on the head before motioning me to go ride with Edward.

"You were calling dibs?" I giggled as I slid into the seat. Edward grinned sheepishly as he pulled out after Emmett.

"I don't like to share." He said with a wink. I blushed a brilliant red and looked down at my hands.

"You look wonderful tonight, Bella." He said softly. My head snapped up to look at him as he stared straight ahead at the road. My heart beat just a little faster and my face turned a darker pink, if that was even possible.

We stayed silent the rest of the ride, though it was more of a comfortable silence than anything else. I stared at the scenery passing by outside the window and let my thoughts wander. Piano music floated through the car and Edward hummed along. The car stopped at a restaurant near the edge of the city, and we all piled out of our respective vehicles.

"Table for four, please." Emmett said as we reached the hostess. She eyed the boys appreciatively before ushering us over to a secluded table in the back.

"Your server will be right with you." She purred before strutting away. If Emmett or Edward noticed her, they didn't say anything.

"I'm starved," Emmett moaned as he looked over the menu.

"Me too," Rosalie agreed.

"Hello, my name's Jacob and I'll be your server today. What can I get you to drink?" A guy around our age asked as he walked up to our table.

"I'll have a water." Rosalie said.

"Make that two please." Edward piped up.

"Wimps. I'll have a coke." Emmet said boisterously.

"Coke is fine, thanks." I said. He nodded and walked away.

"Emmet, why didn't you buy six tickets?" I asked curiously as the thought occurred to me.

"Who do you think convinced Jasper to buy those tickets for Alice tonight?" He grinned slyly. We laughed when he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

We spent most of dinner that way, laughing and learning little things about one another we didn't know. Like, Edward and Alice were vegetarians. Rosalie hates country music, while it reminds Emmett of home. And none of them liked dogs.

After splitting the bill and sharing directions to the theatre, we "raced" over to the theatre and made it to our seats just as the lights started to dim. The show was amazing, as expected, though I couldn't focus on much. Edward was sitting on my left and it felt like there was a field of electricity between us. I was hyper aware of every move he made, and I let out a sigh of relief when the actors did their final bows.

"Man, did you see that set? That was amazing! I wonder how they rigged that wall…" Emmett wondered aloud as we walked over to our cars.

"I don't know, but did you see that actress? I hate her. She was absolutely flawless in that role. I think she was even crying for real." Rosalie grumbled jealously.

"You're ten times better than her on a bad day." Emmett promised her as he slung his arm over her shoulder. She leaned into him and rested her head on his chest. They veered left towards their car while we kept walking straight. We had lost the race, and ultimately, the closer parking spot.

"So what did you think of the show?" I asked Edward.

"It was…interesting." He said with a wry smile. "What did you think of it?"

"Interesting is a good word for it." I agreed as I remembered that need to touch him.

"Damnit!" Edward groaned as he approached the driver's side of the Volvo. "Is that a dent?"

He bent down and started fiddling with something on the car, and I went to go and sit in the passenger's seat. But a noise from a nearby alley distracted me. I crept closer to try and see what it was.

It was a tiny alley, hardly big enough to fit more than three people side to side. There was a flickering streetlight at the end, and I shivered at the foreboding feeling. I glanced back over my shoulder and made sure that I could still see the car before I pressed on.

I made it to the streetlight when I realized what the noise was. A dog had gotten its foot stuck in a grate and couldn't get it loose.

"Oh, you poor thing," I cooed comfortingly at it. I held out my hand and when he didn't bite me, I reached down and wiggled his paw free. He ran away as soon as possible, and I sighed in relief that I was just getting creeped out for nothing.

"Beautiful…"Someone whispered from behind me. My heart sank and I could feel the adrenaline start to build up in my veins. I started to walk quickly away from whoever talked and picked up my pace when I heard them again.

"Aw, don't run, sweetheart." A man purred as he grabbed my hand. I lost my balance as my heels fought to gain resistance on the ground and I fell into his body. He took advantage of this as he pulled me tighter, sliding an arm up to wrap around my collarbone and keep me in place.

"Let go of me!" I protested as I fought, sifting through my thoughts desperately to find any way to escape. The year of self-defense my mother had made me take was a just a garbled mess, and I began to panic.

"Let's get to know each other, gorgeous. My name is James. What's yours?" He hissed into my ear, letting his mouth press against the side of my face.

"Let go of me, or I'll scream." I threatened weakly. I might have sounded threatening, but my voice quavered.

"I like them feisty." He laughed. I winced and fought back a cry.

"I'm an actor. I was watching you in there. So beautiful…" He murmured. I shivered, but my brain began kicking into hyper-drive.

"I'm James, nineteen. I act." The strange looking man said, looking directly at me as he recited the necessary information. He was starting to freak me out a bit, but then another girl started talking again and I forgot all about the disconcerting experience…

"James!" I gasped in recognition.

"You like that, don't you?" He cooed as he kissed my ear.

"AAAAA-" I attempted to scream, but he threw me on the ground and I got the wind knocked out of me. As I gasped, James chuckled maniacally.

"Bella, I should have realized there was not a more attractive woman than you in this world." He smiled proudly as he recognized my face in the dim light.

"EDWARD!!!" I screamed in the direction of the car.

"Who's Edward, my pet?" He asked, growing angry.

When I didn't answer him, his face twisted and he knelt down beside me, grabbing my shoulders roughly.

"Who is he, Bella?" He growled as he shook me.

"Get the hell away from her." A low voice hissed.

"Back off, boy, she's mine." James said as he turned to look at the man.

"Remove your hands now." The voice growled through clenched teeth. When James didn't reply, I heard feet moving closer and shut my eyes, anticipating violence. After a scuffle and a few brief cries, someone pulled me up off the ground and held me close to them. I inhaled deeply and allowed my body to relax as I realized that it was Edward's arms comforting me, Edward's hands gently running over my arms, Edward's voice murmuring reassurances.

"James." Edward greeted icily.

"Cullen." James acknowledged in the same manner.

"Don't think for a second I'll keep this a secret." Edward vowed.

"You have no proof. If there's one thing the Dean hates more than anything, it's a liar." James shot back smugly.

"You're never going to touch her again." Edward promised darkly.

James said nothing, simply standing there and smirking as he stared us down. "I won't touch her again if neither of you say a word."

He didn't give either of us a chance to answer, but merely spun on his heel and darted away. Edward flinched, as if he wanted to follow, but he seemed to remember that I was in his arms and stayed put.

"Shh, Bella. It's okay. I'm here now." He whispered gently. He was too calm. There was something he was hiding, and I was going to find out."

Music Listened To:

Fearless (Taylor Swift), Drops of Jupiter (Train), Party Like A Rock Star (Shop Boyz), Kiss Me (Sixpence None the Richer), Everything (Michael Bublé), Diva (Béyonce), Hey Stephen (Taylor Swift), Fairytale (Sara Bareilles), El Tango Roxanne (Moulin Rouge), Clocks (Coldplay), Superman (Five For Fighting), At Last (Etta James), The Way You Do The Things You Do (Mindbenders)

Uhm…oops? I have no idea how time passed this fast. It feels like I just posted, and here I am, barely making the three month mark. That is pathetic. I hate excuses, but I was really stressed with everything going on and bad things would have happened with the story. Again, I try to write when I can, but sometimes writer's block hits and I can't get from point A to point B.


Whilst on a trip, MAJOR inspiration hit for this story, Edward's Story, Dorm Dilemma, and two other stories I'm waiting to post until I finish Dorm Dilemma and Race. Now that I know where my destination is, there shouldn't be any more gas station trips and the map should be that much easier to write (like my road trip reference?).

So I'm sorry for the break, but I really am trying. Don't desert me please! I even made this chapter juiced up on Word Steroids to butter you up! ;)