Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Twilight characters, a Porsche, the TV shows Antique's Road Show or This Old House. I also don't own any other things in this chapter that I might mention. That being said, please don't sue me if I left something out. The only thing I do own is a twisted mind. I'm sorry.

A/N: I'm baaaack. I just uploaded the last chapter of One Step at a Time, and was working on this one-shot while finishing up. However, this isn't going to be a one-shot, it's going to be more like a short-shot, which to me has multiple chapters, but not a ton (I guess similar to One Step at a Time). Anyway, there's more to come if you like it. I hope you enjoy. Rated M for later chapters.

Special thanks to: Hammondgirl. Yes, you know you deserve it--thanks for all the help! *victory fist pump* i heart you. Go read her co-story with AHelm called Tahoe Tanglings. I'm not suggesting it, people. I'm telling you. After this (with maybe a little review for me?) go read it.

The Right Side of Wrong

[ Bella ]

I hummed softly to myself as I pulled Alice's yellow Porsche into my driveway. Since my car was in the shop, she was more than willing to let me borrow hers. Ah, the benefits of having a best friend with two cars.

I was just coming from the mall, buying Alice a thank-you gift for letting me borrow her car. I had combed the mall for hours looking for something that just screamed 'Alice' but ended up settling for a gift card, knowing her taste was crucially different from mine anyway. I smiled to myself as I stepped out and clicked the door lock. The wind whipped at my hair, sending it flying all around my face. A storm was coming in, which made it a good night to stay in.

I unlocked the door and walked into dead quiet. I hung my coat up on the rack and kicked off my boots. "Hello?" I called out into the darkness.

"In here," I heard a soft voice call out to me.

I padded softly down the hallway, my fingers skimming across the wall as I guided myself towards the dim light coming from the living room. I peeked in the room and did a head count. One, two, three, four. Someone was missing.

"Hey guys," I said, taking two steps into the room and looking towards the television, where a movie was playing. I stared at it for a second, trying to figure out what they were watching.

'Mommy, look what I can do!"

I felt a blush creep up on my cheek. "My home videos?" I asked in disbelief. "Really?"

As my mom encouraged a five-year-old me on the video, I jumped off a small step, falling and beginning to cry. This caused Emmett to start bellowing for lack of a better word. I flipped on the light, angry at him, when I saw alligator-sized tears falling down his face as he held on to his side, gasping for air.

"Bella, you…you…you…oh God I can't even speak!" he managed to croak out.

"Emmett, stop it. You're embarrassing me…" Rosalie said, pushing him away from her on the couch. That only caused him to fall to the floor and he began rolling along with his laughter.

"It's not nice to laugh at Bella like that," Jasper said. But just at that moment, the video flashed to a seven-year-old me attempting to do a cartwheel, which of course ended in disaster. "Oh what the hell," Jasper said as he began laughing hard, too.

I pursed my lips together, willing myself not to blow up. I looked around the room. Alice was trying to hide her face in Jasper's side, avoiding me. "Where is Edward?" I asked through my teeth.

Rosalie, being the only one composed, stared at her nails like she was bored. "He went out to get the pizza and beer. He should be back soon."

"I should hope so. There's a storm coming in, they were talking about it on the radio. Looks to be a bad one."

Alice cringed. "You better put my Porsche in the garage tonight, Bella. I don't want anything to happen to my baby."

I was about to answer her with some sarcastic comment as I heard the front door open and shut. I smiled—Edward was home.

"Hey guys, I got the pizza and beer! I hope you didn't start the home videos without---" He stopped when he walked into the living room and saw me.

Everyone in the room gasped, and Emmett began giggling.

I think my jaw hit the floor. "W-w-w-what did you do?"

"OH, man, you've actually got some balls!" Emmett shouted.

I stood, staring at Edward, or the man formerly known as Edward.

He set the pizza and beer down on the coffee table. "Bella, don't freak out…" he ran his hand over his head.

"Don't freak out? Don't freak out? Edward, WHERE IS YOUR HAIR?" I screamed.

It was gone. All gone—except for maybe the small buzz that remained.

He took a step towards me, to which I took one step backwards. "Bella, I just thought it would be a nice change…you know how unruly it was. So, when I drove to get the pizza, I went next door to the Hair Cuttery and…here I am."

I shook my head. "This isn't happening."

Edward looked at me. "It'll grow back. It's not a big deal. I kind of like it better, actually."

Jasper stood up uncomfortably. "Well, we better get home before the storm comes through."

Alice stood up behind him, flittering from toe to toe, obviously anxious about my blow-up on Edward.

"You guys don't have to leave…" I said, feeling guilty.

Rosalie shook her head. "No, it's better this way. Come on, Emmett."

Emmett pouted. "And miss all the action of an Edward and Bella fight? Rosie, can't I stay?"

She kicked him gently with the toe of her pointy shoe. "Emmett…now."

He got up, grumbling about he always missed 'the good ones.' I was walking them to the door when I saw Emmett slip Edward some money. I turned around, now reeling with anger.

"What is that?!"

Edward stuffed the money in his pocket, trying to hide the evidence. "What's what?"

"What did Emmett give you?"

I heard Jasper murmur a low "oh shit" before ducking out the door with Alice. Fighting always made him uncomfortable, no matter how bad he wanted to know how it would ultimately end.

"What are you talking about, Bella?" Emmett asked. Rosalie looked over and rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry for his idiocy, Bella. Call me later, alright?"

I stomped my foot. "What…did…you…give…Edward?"

Emmett ran his hand behind his neck, rubbing softly. "I bet Edward 50 bucks that he wouldn't shave his head. So, I had to pay up."

I swear my eyes bugged out of their sockets. "WHAT? EMMETT. OUT. NOW!"

Rose dragged him out to their car and I slammed the door, letting out a low growl. I turned back to Edward. "Fifty dollars?"

He shrugged. "Bella, it will grow back."

"Don't you think I know that? Are you calling me stupid now? Edward, how could you do this?"

"Why are you making this a big deal?"


He tried to come close to me again, but as soon as he was within reach, I pushed him away. "Well you know what the good news is?" I asked as I stormed up to our bedroom.

He followed me, but didn't answer. I started searching through the dressers, pulling out Edward's pajamas.

I turned around to see him, cowering in the doorway. I was too raged to care. His hair had been the culmination of a bad day.

"At least you have fifty dollars to get a hotel room tonight because you are NOT staying here." I picked up a pillow and pushed it all at him, slamming the door in his face.

"Bella, please, let's talk about this. What's going on?" He called from the other side of the door.

I twisted the lock, keeping him out. "Leave, Edward."

"I am not going to a hotel. The storm is almost here, and I am not leaving you alone. Bella, please open the door, love."

I opened the door to his shocked face. "Fine! You don't have to go to a hotel. But don't think for one second that you are sleeping in this bedroom tonight." I shut the door and locked it again, for good measure.


[ Edward ]

She slammed the door shut for the second time. I let my forehead hit the wood. Bella and I had gotten in 'discussions' before, but this one was by far the worst. I knew it was my fault, too. Because I was stupid and let Emmett talk me into being irrational. Fifty dollars, hmph. I didn't even need fifty dollars. But it was the principle of the thing.

But now it didn't seem like such a good thing. I picked up my pillow and pajamas and trudged down the stairs to the living room. I thought about staying in the spare bedroom, but since I knew this truly was my fault, I figured I could torture myself on the couch for Bella's sake. I changed into my sleep pants and t-shirt and grabbed a spare blanket from the hall closet. I could hear the storm picking up outside, and when I looked out the glass door to the back yard, I could barely see the trees. Lightning was flashing across the sky.

I pulled the blinds and sat down on the couch, turning on the television. I started flipping channels slowly. I laughed when I saw the most random shows were on. "This Old House? Antique's Road Show?" I laughed and flipped on the VCR and hit play.

Images of Bella as a small child floated across the screen. Bella as a ballet dancer, a chef, opening Christmas presents, as a vampire on Halloween. She was so cute in each scene.

The guilt I felt ate away at me even more. I turned off the television and lay back on the couch. The thunder was booming loudly and as I put my hands behind my head, settling in for the night. Thoughts began to run through my head. How could I have been so stupid? Will Bella forgive me in the morning? What can I do to make it right?

I sat up and walked over to the piano, letting my fingers plunk out a sullen melody. I listened to the rain soaking the glass. A bright flash of lightning followed by a loud boom of thunder rattled the glass door on its hinge. Yes, this was going to be a bad storm. I walked around, making sure all the windows were locked and secured downstairs. I came back to the living room, bored and very awake. I knew I wouldn't sleep tonight if I couldn't make things right with Bella. I had to talk to her, had to apologize and tell her what a fool I was.

I ran my hand over my head, letting my fingers graze the light stubble that was left on my scalp. I caught my reflection in the mirror and sighed. Yes, I had fucked up, but it was time to make it right. I headed up the stairs and placed my ear against our bedroom door, listening to see if she was awake.


[ Bella ] [note: this is what happened while Edward was downstairs brooding]

I was so mad, and I didn't even realize how I had gotten that way. But I knew for sure Edward's haircut, or massacre, was the final straw. Things had been building up for weeks now. He hadn't called to let me know he was coming home late, and dinner was cold. He left his wet towels on the floor. He spent the last three Friday nights in a row having 'guy's night' with Emmett and Jasper. And now he had butchered his hair? Was Edward having an early mid-life crisis? Did he need a change? Was I the next thing to go?

I know if I told him all of that he would say I was overreacting. Which is why I wasn't going to tell him. I paced around the room for a moment before picking up my phone and calling Rosalie. She answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" She asked, sounding well on her way to being asleep.


"Oh, God, Bella, are you alright?" She asked, waking up some.

I sighed. "Well, I haven't killed Edward. So yes, I guess I am."

"What happened after we left? And let me apologize for Emmett's stupidity again. Although, I will never be able to say sorry enough."

"Well, Edward acted like it was no big deal that he cut his hair and made it seem like I was freaking out over nothing. But it wasn't nothing, Rose. I cannot believe that this is going on. Anyway we yelled some and then I told him to get out."

"You kicked him out? Where did he go?"

"Well, then he told me he wasn't leaving because the storm was coming and whatever so I told him he could stay, but he was not staying in our room tonight."

"You banished him to the couch, I see. Ah, Bella, you're learning so quickly."

I was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm sure he's down there wallowing in his own pool of guilt."

I shook my head. "No, I'm sure he already took his new haircut to bed." I sighed.

"Well, at least let him apologize in the morning and hear him out before you do anything rash."

"Alright. Thanks, Rose."

She giggled. "No problem. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone and threw it across the room for good measure. I was mad, and I was not going to hold it in. I huffed loudly before changing into some pajamas and crawling under the blanket. I turned out the light and closed my eyes, but sleep refused to come. I was too wired to sleep. Just was I was trying again, a crack of lightning lit up the sky and a loud booming thunder followed soon after, ratting the bedroom window. I shuddered, feeling scared and wishing Edward was holding me.

Then I laughed out loud. No, Edward would not be holding me because he cut his damn hair.

I smiled smugly to myself for kicking him out of bed and closed my eyes, letting sleep overtake my anger.


[ Edward ]

I stood at the door with my ear pressed to it for quite a while. I couldn't hear anything. I'm sure Bella had already gone to sleep. I sighed and ran my hand over my head again. The guilt resurfaced as my palm hit the stubble. Stupid, Stupid Edward.

I was ready to head back down to the couch for my night of torture when I heard Bella whimpering. A crack of lightning lit up the hallway and I heard her rustling within the sheets.

"No…please…stay away," she called out, obviously having a dream.

My heart stopped, waiting for more.

"Edward…your hair…" she cried out sadly.

I felt my eyes water. I was a horrible, horrible boyfriend for upsetting her like this. Yes, this made me whipped, but Bella never asked for much. And apparently I had taken something from her that meant so much. All for a stupid bet.

I ran downstairs and grabbed my cell phone, and texted Emmett. I'm in the doghouse because you're stupid. You better hope Bella forgives me or your ass is grass.

I smiled as I hit the 'send' button. I heard a loud commotion upstairs and took the stairs two at a time to get back up there. Bella was screaming, and I jiggled the door handle to find it locked.

"Bella? Bella? Let me in!" I called frantically.

She made no move to come to the door. I jiggled the handle again. "Bella, open up!"

I listened, but only heard her crying. At that point I was so worried about her, I used my shoulder to push the door open, busting through. Bella was sitting on the bed, curled up in a ball, her body visibly shaking.

I rushed over to her, wrapping my arms around her small frame. "Bella, are you alright? What happened?"

She looked up and pointed over to the window. A branch from a tree had broken the glass, and rain was coming in. I stood up and ran downstairs, coming back with a wooden board and some nails. I grabbed a hammer and began boarding up the window. Once it was done, I grabbed some towels and wiped up the water that had come into our bedroom, and swept up the broken glass so she wouldn't cut herself.

I walked back over to her, pushing a few strands of hair away from her face. "It's okay now."

She nodded. "Thank you," she said meekly.

I smiled. "Anything for you, love." I kissed the top of her forehead.

"Edward?" she asked, looking up at me through her red, puffy eyes.


"You can go back to bed now."

I smiled. "Aw, Bella, I knew you'd come around!" I said as I made my way to the right side, my side.

She threw her body pillow, apparently the replacement Edward when I was away, across my side. "No, I didn't say you could come back to bed now. I said you can go back to bed now."

I was confused. "What?"

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm still mad at you, of course. Now get out."

My heart sank, and then anger swept over me. I went back downstairs and tried to get comfortable on the couch, although it was no use.

Emmett Cullen was a dead man.


[ Bella ] [just as Edward leaves the bedroom]

I snuggled back under the covers, cozying up to my huge body pillow that I slept with when Edward was away on business trips. I didn't bother to lock the door because Edward had already busted it trying to get in the room. Yet one more thing to add to the list of annoyances.

I probably should have forgiven him after he rescued me from the broken window.

But I was still pissed.

Emmett Cullen was a dead man.


A/N: Ok, do you hate me for cutting Edward's hair? *hides* I'm sorry if you do! I just thought, with Rob's new do and all, what if Edward did something so drastic? What would Bella do? So, yeah. And I love writing Emmett into stories, so he'll play a critical role in the upcoming chapters. *sigh* Ok, I'll be waiting for your theories!