A/N: And now we've reached the end. This is you guys' bonus chapter! …Yeah, sorry. I know it's not very long. And it… kinda sucks. But it wasn't there before, which makes it special.

Anyways, this was going to set the tone for the beginning of their relationship (probably would have come into play next chapter, actually ^^;), which would have to happen before I dove into the plot (which I don't really remember, which is, in turn, why I don't plan on finishing it). And it's a nice little bit of fluff before the storm. So yes. Once again, I'd like to apologize for errors and just the general meh-ness of this fic, along with the stumbling at the beginning as I tried to find the character's voices, but I think that it evened out near then end enough that it was an all around fair endeavor.

If anyone with an idea for an actual plot (not exclusively a mushy-mushy romance fic) would like to adopt what I have written and finish it, then contact me via PM. Just keep in mind that I have the right to say no.

Hope you guys enjoyed the ride while it was going, sorry that my A/N has defaulted to length again (kinda making the chapter itself look wimpy), but y'know. Lots to say, not a lot of inspiration left for this particular fandom. Adds up to short chapter (written sometime in the past year, I know, a good deal after my Twilight mania had faded) and this lengthy author's note.


She was gone quickly, but I made no attempts to stop her. After the meeting the day before and the practically wordless lab, I was surprised that she had spoken to me at all. It was no wonder that, even when we did speak, she still brought up the fact that she didn't want to be friends.

Was that really it? I continued to wonder as I packed up my bag. Maybe if I could catch her alone… with no family, no other students… Or maybe I could get Ben to talk to her. Somehow, she sounded like she was about to burst into tears every time we spoke. None of it made any sense. I had to know why she was saying what she was. What was going on inside her head…

Even though I packed my stuff up slowly and was the last one out the door, I still hadn't figured it out by the time I crossed into the busy hallway. Nor was I any closer to the mystery by the time I was in Spanish. Again, I found my mind wandering. It was halfway through class before I finally realized that Ben was sitting next to me.

"Edward!" He whispered harshly into my ear.

"Huh?" I looked around myself for a minute, disoriented. "What? Oh… sorry, Ben. What did I miss?"

"Are you sure you don't want to see the nurse?" he paused, weighing his words mentally, "…or the counselor?"

I looked at him as if he was crazy. "If I can't figure out my own problems, I highly doubt she can help."

Ben nodded, and flipped open his book. I imagined that I was supposed to be doing the same, and opened it to the same page he did. As I started to robotically copy down notes and answer questions from the book, we started to talk.

"What is it now, Edward? Really, all you've been able to think about is Bella."

I opened my mouth to protest, but decided I didn't care what the world thought anymore. The roles I had imagined us in were reversed, and I needed Ben's help anyways. "I don't get it. I was expecting them to take offense to the rumors and the distance and how everyone looks at them like they're some kind of freaks, but… they like the space."

Ben sighed, and I didn't have to look to know that he was rolling his eyes. "And you find that attractive?"

"I find it interesting." I insisted, "I'm usually good at figuring people out, but… I don't understand her. At all." I sighed, probably a bit too contentedly because Ben was instantly waving his hand in front of my face.

"You want me to talk to her? Or you could get Mike to try, I think they have gym together…"

I looked at him skeptically. "Riiiight, not Mike then." He muttered, and we both sighed. For a few minutes, we were silent except for the scratch of pencil on paper and the repeated sound of us flipping pages in our books, myself more than Ben as I had missed sections of the lesson thanks to my sporadic daydreaming. "She's good at Biology, right?" Ben asked suddenly after the long pause.

"Um… yeah, why?" I asked, thinking back to the lab that day. It had taken her a fraction of a second, when they all looked the same to me. Science had never been my strong suit… After my dad died, I'd lost faith in medicine, and eventually science as a whole.

"Well, maybe I can ask her for help. I don't get any of it, anyways." Ben smiled a bit, his eyebrows raised in expectation.

I smiled for the first time in days at something that wasn't Bella… well, I supposed it was Bella-related, but moreover, it was just at how good of a friend Ben was. Even when I ignored him, he stuck by me. "That'd be great. Thanks a ton."

The rest of Spanish went by with surprising normalcy, Ben and I both laughing and making jokes like normal. Still, deep inside, I couldn't shake the thought of Bella out of my mind. Call it an obsession if you want; but I just needed to know what she was thinking. (Not the worst note to end on, no?)