Ladies and Gents this is the new do Nollie writing! Oh yeah! After my last hair cut a year and seven months ago, my hair is now ten plus inches shorter. Some of ya might have seen the hair cut if you are friends with me on MySpace, if not I've posted two pictures from when I got my hair cut up on my blog. I love to hear your thoughts about my hair do. Anyways, before you do that though, here is the last update for Going Up? Enjoy!


Going Up?
By Nollie Marie


Bella's Story

I guess I'm going up…

There wasn't any better way to spend a cold Saturday then wrapped up in a warm throw, yummy drinkable chocolate, a good book and some good old cartoons. So I was curled up on the couch in my throw that had a wolf baying at the full moon with a thermos of European drinkable chocolate. On the big screen was Tom and Jerry on the Boomerang channel while my old worn Pride and Prejudice book that had chocolate and water stains laid between me and the pillow I was laying against me.

"Aw…poor duckie," I whispered before taking a sip of my warm drink, watching as Tom tried to get a hold of Jerry and a cute little yellow duck.

I had the apartment to myself since Rosalie was staying at her boyfriend, Emmett's apartment for the weekend and since Alice had moved into her soon-to-be husband, Jasper's house shortly after Jasper popped the question a little over a month ago. I was mildly glad to have the weekend to myself but it was really lonely when I was the only one in an apartment of three rooms. But right now, it was relaxing and—

"Hi Bella!"

"AH!" I threw my thermos up into the air, jumping out of my skin.

I growled and jerked my head in the direction of Emmett, who was on the floor covered in steaming chocolate, Rosalie and Jasper handing over a Franklin to Alice, who was smiling.

"Hey, my book didn't land anything," I muttered, raising my book to show them.

"Who said that was our bet?" Alice said, stepping over the Emmett who was letting out a stream of curses.

"What the heck are you guys doing here anyways?" I said, throwing off my throw blanket and getting up to my feet.

"We have news for you," Rosalie said, giving Emmett a hand up.

"What news? I mean it has to be important after all you guys are giving up a romantic weekend with each other."

The four looked at each other. I raised my eyebrow at them.

"You've got mail," Alice said, before flourishing a white envelope in my face.

I narrowed my eyes at the thing that just ruined my perfect weekend alone. Taking it, I turned the envelope around to see the front of it.

Meyer Hotel.

I didn't even so much as open it. Instead I tossed it on the floor and turned up the volume on the TV.

"Bella, you didn't even read it," Jasper said.

"Please, not that matchmaking elevator nonsense," I said, cursing as I missed the last bit of that cartoon I was watching and went to a new segment where Tom and Jerry were in a jungle.

"Bella!" Alice whined, plopping down beside me on the couch and stared at me with these puppy dog eyes. I winced, Alice did have ways to get what she wanted. "You can't deny the wonders powers it has! I mean it manage to get Emmett together with the Car Goddess after crushing on her for years…which is very pathetic."

"HEY!" Emmett said, stopping as he made his way to the kitchen to clean himself off.

"It's okay Emmett, it was a cute pathetic," Rosalie said, sitting down besides Alice.

"Now I know how everyone feels about me," Emmett muttered, sulking as he stomped into the kitchen. "Hey where are the paper towels?!"

"Where they always are, dear," Rosalie shouted.

"How does he not know where the paper towels are?" Jasper asked, sitting down on the arm of the love seat.

"He's special," Rosalie said, shrugging.

Alice giggled and I rolled my eyes.

"But back to the topic on hand," Alice said, turning towards me.

"What? That Emmett is special?" I said, blinking at her.

Alice gave me a look as Emmett walked back into the living room to walk the chocolate off the hardwood floors.

"No," Alice said, stressing the word. "We're talking about the matchmaking elevator."

"Seriously Alice, it isn't a matchmaking elevator," I said.

"Okay, then what do you call it?" Rosalie asked, looking at Emmett's butt as he whipped the floor with the paper towels.

"Yeah, Bella, what do you call the elevator that has manage to lose power a few floors after the guys got onto it with you?" Alice said, using this tone that she used when someone was being an idiot. And let me tell you, I was not being an idiot. Reasonable…but certainly not an idiot.

"I'd call the mechanics then if the elevator suddenly took interest in stranger's love lives," I said.

Alice pinched my side.

"OW!"

Alice glared at me.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you're being an unromantic here," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Emmett acted like a two year old as he dropped into the loveseat, wearing a different shirt—It seemed that Rosalie had a change of clothes for Emmett here at the apartment—by going "oohh!"

I sniffed. "I am not." And in truth, I was a romantic…a realist romantic maybe but still a romantic. I still dreamed for the sweet fluffy romantic stuff a man should perform but I was realist that men just weren't like that…well maybe all but two. Emmett and Jasper were romantic to Rosalie and Alice…in their own way. Jasper cooked dinner every weekend for Alice and gave her foot massages when she complained she stood too long at work. And Emmett being the big goofy teddy bear he was, has over crowded Rosalie's room with Build-a-Bear teddies and little cars that had hand written message on them. Anyways, I digressed.

"Come on Bella, if you don't believe if it's a matchmaking elevator, so ride up the elevator then," Alice said.

Rosalie smirked.

"That may also prove your point," I pointed out.

"Chicken?" Rosalie said, raising one slender blonde eyebrow.

Emmett still being childish started clicking like a big chicken.

"Shut up, Emmett, and you owed me a cup of drinkable chocolate."

Emmett stopped clicking and looked up, confused, at Jasper. "What the hell is drinkable chocolate?"

As Jasper leaned forward to tell him the difference between hot chocolate and drinkable chocolate, Alice leaned forward to whisper, "Come on Bella. You know that I'm right."

Swallowing, I rolled my eyes and went back to my cartoons.

One Week Later,
on Friday, February 13, 2009

"Let go of me you big teddy bear butt head!" I said, hitting the back of Emmett as he carried me over his shoulder into the hotel's lobby.

God…talk about embarrassing! I've been embarrass before, but being a naturally born with two left feet, I learn to live past the embarrassing parts. But this…this was embarrassing! I was flung over my girl friend's boyfriend's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying you into some swank hotel, with your two best girls behind him each carrying one of the handles of my old red duffle. Jasper was on the phone behind them, talking to someone.

"Oh, butt head, nice! Resorting back to kindergarten names, Bella?" Emmett laughed.

"When I'm over someone shoulder, against my will…YES! NOW LET ME DOWN!"

"Hello, welcome to Meyer Hotel," said some sweet lady.

Emmett has turned sideways so that I could turn my head and see that we were standing at the front desk of the hotel that I was being held at. The front desk clerk was smiling as the sight of the hulk, one red faced upside down girl, a model looker, a pixie princess, and a blonde bean stock giant…wow, what a sight we must be.

"Yes, my friend is checking in," Alice said, giving the bag over to Rosalie.

"The name of said friend?" she asked, typing away on her keyboard.

"Isabella Swan," my four friends said.

I leaned my elbow against Emmett's back and rested my head in my palm.

"Some friends huh?" I muttered, looking up at the lady.

She chuckled and went on about my one night stay, how the bills are taken care for, etc. etc.

"Here's the key to the penthouse suite," she said. "And I hope you enjoy your stay here, Ms. Swan!"

"Thanks!" I said before going "oph!" as Emmett bounced me towards the elevator.

I was a little lightheaded as Emmett let me down on my feet, since I was upside down for at least five to eight minutes.

I saw a small opening for me to make a run for it but Emmett grabbed a hold of me.

"Let go of me!" I said. "I don't want to go up!"

"Excuse me is there a problem?"

Emmett turned me around and I stared at a suited man with the most vivid green eyes I have ever seen.

"Jasper Whitlock," Jasper said, offering him his hand, a polite smile on his face. "I spoke with Carlisle Cullen earlier on the phone."

"Yes, he told me. I'm Edward Masen, the manager. Is there anything I might be able to help you with?"

"Our friend is afraid of elevators," Rosalie said, smirking at me. What she said…it wasn't a total lie. I did have a fear of elevators…just one elevator in particular.

"And we need someone to be with her on the elevator," Alice muttered, smiling.

"I see, well I can personally take her up to her room, and down when she wishes to head down stairs," he said.

"Aw, that's so sweet," Rosalie said, smirking down at me, who was no longer fighting against Emmett's hold. "Isn't that so sweet, Bella?"

I stared at his eyes and slowly nodded my head.

"Good," Alice said, leaning forward and pressing the up button before her.

And as quickly as they managed to get me into Emmett's jeep, which I might add looked like they were kidnapping me, they managed to disappear, giving the guy my duffle bag and my back fitted to the front of him as they left with "Night Bella!" It was so fast that all I could do was stare after them, mouth handing open, as the elevator arrived.

The manager cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "Going up?"

I nodded, my knees weak.

He, with great gentleness, lead me onto the elevator, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist.

"You have great friends, Ms. Swan," he said, pressing the top floor button.

"Bella," I said, blushing at the formality here. "And yeah…I do. A little much but they care."

I swallowed as the doors closed and looked up as we started to move upward.

"So scared of elevators…Bella?"

I looked up at him, slightly surprise by his question. I snorted and muttered, "No…just this elevator."

He blinked. "Why this elevator? Has something happened in this elevator before that you're scared of it now?"

I sighed. "It's difficult to say," I answered, pausing a second before giving him the…brief version of the story.

"My friends…the ones that just left, you know—they had a free night stay here at the hotel, just like me. Well each of them had gone up in this elevator—" The elevator gave a slight groan as it approached the sixth floor "—and their boyfriends—well they are their boyfriends now but at the time they were just random guys I guess. Anyways, as soon as they guys got on, the elevator went up a few floors, before stopping. And now they call this elevator the matchmaker elevator just because it was the reason that they meet each other."

He blinked. "So you're afraid of this elevator because it's going to match make you like it did supposedly to your friends?"

I looked up at the ceiling as the lights flickered.

"Well…kinda," I said, just two seconds before the elevator groaned again and came to a sudden stopped. I was caught off guard and went flying forward. Mr. Masen—Edward I mean…we were on first name bases I guess—caught me but his sudden action caused him and I to fall backwards. I bit back a groaned as I stared into Edward's chest. Slowly, I looked up and into Edward's green eyes which held nothing but concern for me. "But I'm also afraid that I would get stuck again in an elevator."

With some care from Edward, we both managed to sit up right just as a voice came on over the intercom.

"Hello, is everyone all right in there?"

"Yes Carlisle, we're alright," Edward said. I bit my lip to stop it from trembling as Edward turned to look at me. I could tell he was making sure that I was okay so I just nodded but it wasn't as strong as I was hoping it to be. "But Ms. Swan is slightly afraid in here."

"Yes," Carlisle said, "her friends just informed me that she was afraid of elevators."

I blinked. "They did?" I asked, looking up.

"Hey Bella!" Alice and Emmett said loudly over the speaker causing me and Edward to flinch.

"Emmett, lower your voice," Rosalie said. "I'm sure their heads are ringing right now."

"Ouch! Rose! That hurts!" Emmett said. I just managed that Rosalie just hit him the in the back of his head.

"Don't worry Edward, Bella, we'll have someone get you out," the first male from earlier said. "We just called the mechanic but he was at the Dillingsworth building and we're not the only one without power due to the storm that is outside."

I groaned slightly at memory of the storm that was raging outside as we had arrived.

"We'll be alright," Edward said.

The first male informed us that he'll be back on the intercom as soon as he had anything to report…like if the mechanic was in the building.

I sat in the softly illuminated elevator car; the emergency lights were on in here. I was trying not to remember when I was stuck in an elevator car in Phoenix Mall when I was seven. I felt Edward's eyes on me but I didn't say anything. Instead of speaking, he nudged me instead. I blinked at the floor as I felt him nudge me again. Slowly, after the tenth or so nudge, I looked up at him. He just smiled and nudged me once more. Blinking, I tried to figure out what he wanted…or what I needed to do to. So I did the one thing I could think of, and it was slightly childish…I nudged him back. He chuckled.

I wanted to smile, smile at the fact that he was trying, though in an interesting way of doing it, to get my mind of being scared. Instead, I thought of something to talk about.

"Tell me something about yourself," I whispered, looking up at him.

He frowned for a moment before answering. "Well…I'm originally from Chicago. My father is a lawyer, a district attorney actually, and my mother is a housewife. I was an only child so some might think I'm spoiled but I wasn't. I actually had to earn whatever I wanted from my parents. I wasn't really a bad child but I wasn't a perfect angel either." I smiled slightly at that. He seemed like an angel, a perfect gentleman angel really.

"I graduated from University of Washington, here in Seattle. I thought of becoming a doctor but I love to meet new people so Carlisle, the man who was on the intercom—" I nodded slightly "—well he's my godfather and he asked if I wanted to manage this hotel after I graduated. So I've been managing the Meyer Hotel for a few years now." He paused for a moment. "Um…I can't really think of anything else. Is there anything you want to know?"

I looked at him. He seemed so honest and opened. I'm pretty sure that he'll just about answer anything. "I don't have anything to ask," I said, squeezing my left fingers with my right.

"Well I have questions for you then," he said. I watched him stick a leg out. "Name?"

I laughed and stuck one of my own legs out. "Isabella Swan…just call me Bella."

"Haven't I so far?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I chuckled. "You've called me Ms. Swan," I pointed out.

"I have to be respectful to the guests here at the Meyer Hotel," he said, looking straight face.

I smiled. "I shall complement to the owner then that you're a wonderful manager."

He smiled, one side of his mouth rising higher than the other, causing my heart to pause in its rhymes. God, can anything be more…beautiful?

"Next question," I said, turning to look across the elevator car.

"Where are you from?" he said, right away as if he had thought about it previously.

"Originally Forks, Washington," I said, remember the small little town my father was the police chief of before heading mentally to the warm memories of my mother and I, "but I lived with my mother in Phoenix." He asked more about my childhood so I explained more about it, trying to explain things that I wasn't sure was describable.

I wasn't sure how much time has passed but suddenly Carlisle, the guy that Edward mentioned earlier, came back on over the intercom.

"Hey Edward, the mechanic is here and he's working on getting you down. Luckily, you stopped exactly at the thirteenth floor so he can get more easily to you."

"Thanks Carlisle," Edward said, standing up. He groaned as he stretched.

He looked down at me after lowering his arms. With that heart stopping smile that I was starting to favor, he gave me a hand up. I looked at it for a moment. I felt as if it was like an unspoken question of if he trusted me. I took it, answering that unspoken question, and he helped me to stand on my own two feet.

It wasn't long until we were out of the small elevator. As I stepped into the hallways of the thirteen floor, I turned and watched Edward get a hand up to exit the elevator since though Carlisle said we were exactly at the thirteenth floor, there was a foot in distance. Edward was there, during a time that I didn't want to do something, helped me keep my mind off of a time that I most desperately just want to curl into a ball to cry, scared.

Edward looked up at me and smiled. "So…how about we take the stairs up?" he asked. "I still would like to get to know you better."

I smiled. "Are you offering to carry me?" I said, not at all joking.

As we headed upstairs, me getting a piggy back ride on Edward, I silently—and never tell Alice this—but I just might believe that the elevator believes in love…but don't tell her I said that or else I owe her fifty.

(Dum-dum-duh-dum! It's the POV that everyone wants! Its—)

Edward's POV

I'll comfort you when you're scared

"So, how is your father, Edward?" Carlisle said, sitting down at his desk.

I smiled. "Oh you know, how he is," I said, stuffing my hands into my slack pockets. "He's now a district attorney for Chicago."

"And Elizabeth?" he said.

"Mom is just fine. She's been pestering me to settle down, ever since that Donald Rottenb$urger had gotten married to some supermodel in New York and now is expecting a baby."

Carlisle chuckled. "Rottenburger you say…I bet his supermodel wife isn't happy she's expecting."

I smirked. "Not particularly from what my mom was saying, but she still wants me to settle down. She keeps saying that her and pops are getting old and would like to have a bouncing grandbaby on their knees."

Carlisle smiled, folding his hands across his desk. "Well, I'm sure you'll find that someone worth settling down with."

I shrugged.

"Oh, before I forget. One of favorite clients, Jasper Whitlock, called just a few minutes ago."

I smiled, remembering Jasper. "Oh, what was he calling about?"

"He and his fiancée are bring a friend, Isabella Swan…she's our free stay person. It seems that she isn't really thrilled about riding an elevator."

"I take it, you'll want me to ride up with her, as a comfort effort?"

Carlisle smiled. "You know me too well."

I smirked and closed my eyes. Carlisle, a doctor who actually owns the Meyer Hotel, was a generous man. He has in the past gave away free stays at the hotel along with many generous charity donations. His wife, Esme, was similar in nature and was perfect for the good doctor. Though the two don't have kids of their own, Carlisle, a friend of my father's originally, is my godfather but more so another parent to me.

"I don't see why not," I said. "When is her check in time?"

"Jasper called just a few minutes ago, he said they were already here at the hotel."

My eyes widened. "Carlisle!"

Carlisle laughed as I headed quickly towards the lobby.

I had just rounded the corner, entering the lobby, when I paused at the sight before me. Four people, two blondes and two dark haired, were standing before Angela at the front desk all having humor in their eyes. It was no duh at what was funny, considering there was a girl thrown over of the guy's shoulders. She was slightly red faced, I wasn't sure from the blood rush to her face or that she was embarrassed, and was looking slightly peeved.

"Here's the key to the penthouse suite," Angela said, smiling as she handed over the key to the room. She leaned over the desk to speak down at the girl. "And I hope you enjoy your stay here, Ms. Swan!"

"Thanks!" the girl said before the dude she was flung on started for the elevator, causing her arm to slip and to start bouncing slightly.

I watched as they arrived at the elevators before the let the girl down. She wobbled on her feet for a few minutes before making a sudden dash for the door. The guy that had been holding her though caught her not even five seconds later and was holding onto her tightly. I decided it was time to see what was going on when I heard the girl half shout, "Let go of me! I don't want to go up!"

"Excuse me is there a problem?"

Everyone turned and looked at me, the girl that was trying to run was staring at me with her mouth slightly hanging down. It was then did I get a real glimpse of her. She was slender with dark hair that seemed to have moments of wildness since it was all over the place…then again it didn't help that she was upside down either. And her eyes…they were a warm color, a color that reminded me the color of some of the trees around the hotel. It was a nice color.

"Jasper Whitlock," the blonde male said, introducing himself, a polite smile on his face. "I spoke with Carlisle Cullen earlier on the phone."

"Yes, he told me," I said. "I'm Edward Masen, the manager. Is there anything I might be able to help you with?"

"Our friend is afraid of elevators," the blonde female said, smirking down at the brunette.

"And we need someone to be with her on the elevator," the dark short haired girl said, smiling up at me.

"I see, well I can personally take her up to her room, and down when she wishes to head down stairs," I offered. Anything to get to know the brunette, I thought, looking at the girl in question.

She looked at me and slowly nodded her head.

"Good," the short girl said, pressing the up button.

Quickly, to my surprise, I was handed a red well worn out duffle bag by the blonde female and Ms. Swan, who I was supposing was the brunette, was handed over to me, her back pressed against me—all before her friends left saying good night to her. I watched the foursome leave for a second before I heard the elevator arrived.

I cleared my throat and said, "Going up?"

She nodded and, with my help, we both entered the elevator.

"You have great friends, Ms. Swan," I said, pressing the top floor that was the penthouse, after noticing that the key was marked for the room.

"Bella," she said, blushing. "And yeah…I do. A little much but they care."

I watched the doors closed and heard Bella swallowed. Hmm…she must be very scared of elevators if she needs aim to go up them. I thought I should ask.

"So scared of elevators…Bella?" I tagged on her first name instead of her full name.

She looked up at me for a second before snorting. "No...just this elevator."

I blinked. "Why this elevator? Has something happened in this elevator before that you're scared of it now?"

"It's difficult to say," she answered. I blinked, confused. What was difficult to say?

"My friends…the ones that just left, you know—they had a free night stay here at the hotel, just like me. Well each of them had gone up in this elevator—" The elevator gave a slight groan as it approached the sixth floor "—and their boyfriends—well they are their boyfriends now but at the time they were just random guys I guess. Anyways, as soon as they guys got on, the elevator went up a few floors, before stopping. And now they call this elevator the matchmaker elevator just because it was the reason that they meet each other."

I blinked. "So you're afraid of this elevator because it's going to match make you like it did supposedly to your friends?"

I watched as she looked up at ceiling when the lights flickered. Puzzled, I looked up too. The elevator was just served just the other week ago.

"Well…kinda," she said, looking scared, two seconds before the elevator groaned again and came to a sudden stopped. She went flying forward. I catch her but my balance was thrown off so I fell backwards, her landing on top of me. She slowly looked up from my chest and up into my eyes. I was worried that the fall might have hurt her when she was whispered, "But I'm also afraid that I would get stuck again in an elevator."

I allowed her to slowly roll off of me to that we both could sit up. We had just leaned against the wall of the elevator when someone came on over the intercom.

"Hello, is everyone all right in there?" It was Carlisle, I knew that voice anywhere.

"Yes Carlisle, we're alright," I said before flinching. I turned and looked at Bella to make sure she was alright. She nodded weakly. I could tell that she was scared. She was biting her lower lip and there was a slight panic look in her eyes. "But Ms. Swan is slightly afraid in here."

"Yes, her friends just informed me that she was afraid of elevators."

Bella looked surprise and said, looking up, "They did?"

"Hey Bella!" said two very recently familiar voice over the speaker. I flinched at the loudness.

"Emmett, lower your voice," said another familiar female voice. "I'm sure their heads are ringing right now.

"Ouch! Rose! That hurt!" a male voice.

"Don't worry Edward, Bella, we'll have someone get you out," Carlisle said. "We just called the mechanic but he was at the Dillingsworth building and we're not the only one without power due to the storm that is outside."

Bella groaned slightly. I recalled that the weather reporter said there was a chance of thunderstorms this morning.

"We'll be alright," I said before Carlisle said that they'll be back on the intercom as soon as the mechanic arrived or when he had anything else to report.

I leaned back and turned to look at Bella. Her arms were wrapped around her knees and I could see the panic that was in her eyes. I nudged her with my shoulder and keep doing it until she looked at me. I smiled and nudged her once more. She blinked once for a second and then timidly she nudged me back with her shoulder. I chuckled. I was glad to see that I got her off being scared for a second to nudge me back.

"Tell me something about yourself," Bella whispered, looking slowly up at me.

I frowned and thought for a moment. "Well…I'm originally from Chicago," I said. "My father is a lawyer, a district attorney actually, and my mother is a housewife. I was an only child so some might think I'm spoiled but I wasn't. I actually had to earn whatever I wanted from my parents. I wasn't really a bad child but I wasn't a perfect angel either." I saw that she smiled at that. I continued.

"I graduated from University of Washington, here in Seattle. I thought of becoming a doctor but I love to meet new people so Carlisle, the man who was on the intercom…well he's my godfather and he asked if I wanted to manage this hotel after I graduated. So I've been managing the Meyer Hotel for a few years now." I paused, trying to think of something else to tell her but nothing popped into my head. "Um…I can't really think of anything else. Is there anything you want to know?"

She looked thoughtful before looking down at her hands. "I don't anything to ask," she said, her fingers tightening over one of her hands.

"Well I have questions for you then," I said, sticking one leg out. Let's start with something easy like—"Name?"

She laughed and she mimicked me by sticking one leg out as well. "Isabella Swan…just call me Bella."

"Haven't I so far?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She chuckled and I knew that so far, I knew that I was helping her keep her mind of the fear.

"You've called me Ms. Swan," she said.

"I have to be respectful to the guests here at the Meyer Hotel." I tried to show no emotion, like I wasn't giving her a special treatment here.

She smiled. "I shall complement to the owner then that you're a wonderful manager."

I smiled.

"Next question," she said, looking away.

"Where are you from?" I shot out.

"Originally Forks, Washington, but I lived with my mother in Phoenix" she said.

Curiously, I asked more about her childhood, wanting to see more of her history. I watched her explain to me like scents and sights. It was interesting and I could see how she cared about where she lived and also how much she missed it.

"Hey Edward," Carlisle said, about thirty minutes into the questionnaire about Bella, "the mechanic is here and he's working on getting you down. Luckily, you stopped exactly at the thirteenth floor so he can get more easily to you."

"Thanks Carlisle," I said, groaning as I stood up to stretch somewhat.

I turned and looked down at her. Her brown hair around her shoulders, in the light from the emergency lights above gave her a softer look…more…innocent. I smiled down at her and gave her a hand to help her up. She slowly took it and I helped her.

It wasn't long until we were out of there and into the hallway of the thirteenth floor did I have this feel of dread. I didn't just want to make sure that Bella gets to her room, especially now that she's been stunk in the elevator once today that she wouldn't want to ride another one. The stairs…

I smiled, thinking of that. I wouldn't mind climbing a few flights of stairs…I needed the exercise since I have went to the gym yet today.

"So…how about we take the stairs up?" he asked. "I still would like to get to know you better."

She smiled, turning towards the stairwell. "Are you offering to carry me?"

I laughed and started for the stairwell, her hand in mine. Having her hand in mine, I wanted to, sure, get to know her better but also to protector. There was something about her, this girl that I just meant, that I want to comfort and protector her from her out. And you know…unlike Bella, I think that her friends maybe were right.


You stand there waiting for the elevator,
an elevator that has broken down three times,
all on February 13
th,
for three consecutive years.

It brought the woman those three times closer to their soul mates
First for Alice, the cheerful optimistic woman who believes in love at first sight
For Rosalie next, the woman who seems superficial but loves what's beneath the skin
and then for Bella, the romantic realist who found someone everyone said she would

Giving to them it did
To each their own,
the men perfect for them,
to complete their lives.

And you just might as well
if your heart is open to the possibilities
and if you're willing...
to go to the top
to find the one for you…

So…are you
Going Up?


Man…it was a long chapter. I know that both Bella and Edward's POVs are pretty much the same but it's interesting to see what's kinda going through their minds. And for that little last bit at the end, it was something I thought of at the last minute. It's kinda sweet , sums up the entire story, and brings everything together.

Anyways…what do you think? Review and let me know.

Huggles,
Nollie