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Okay, this chapter's kind of stupid, in my opinion at least, but it kind of explains some stuff. The next chapter will to.

BPOV

I walked into the store with tear stained eyes. Alice bombed me with questions, she was sure that Edward had something to do with it and she was right, and every time she asked I continued to tell her that I'd explain later.

I stayed clear of Edward for the remainder of the day. I feared him in a way that was surely unhealthy, in ways both physically and emotionally. I'm sure that living in constant dread of meeting someone you barely know can't be all that great.

Alice was lucky.

Little perky Alice didn't have to fear her own blood brother. She had not only a boyfriend to protect her, but emitted that innocent aura from herself that stopped almost any sane guy from hurting her.

But I am not saying that Edward is anywhere close to sane. I thought he was quite the opposite in fact, insane.

I met Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie too, which I could say was the highlight of my entire day. That just goes to show you how positively fantastic my day was. You caught the sarcasm right?

Alice was very lucky. Jasper Whitlock was a lanky, tall blonde with strong arms that probably drove any girl to the edge of her mind. He has a slight southern accent that was hard to catch but easy to recognize. Had he not told me where he was from, I would have spent all day trying to figure out what his accent was.

Rosalie Hale was cold. She barely spoke to me, even when Alice tried her best to introduce us. She, from the few facts I managed to figure out, lived with the Whitlocks, Jasper's family. Her golden blonde hair came to rest just an inch or so above her waist, perfectly proportioned, just like the rest of her body. She looked like a supermodel, but had less manners than a dog. At least a dog tries to love someone instead of just hating them from day one. It amazed me that she could get a guy like Emmett.

Emmett McCarty was my favorite of all of them, by far. He intimidated me at first, being the muscular, big guy he is. But after he introduced himself, he was funny. He cracked jokes every ten seconds, and constantly made fun of my obvious blush.

The ride home was quiet, awkward, and thank God it was dark too. It was past eight so the stars didn't exactly give out the best light. As Edward pulled into the driveway, I jumped out like the car was on fire, taking a few bags with me. Alice got the rest.

I, needless to say, ran up to my room in a time that would have done a track star proud. Tears streamed down my eyes, making all the makeup that Alice had worked so hard on run down my cheeks in little rivers of black. A light knock on my door startled me.

"It's only Alice. Can I come in?" I tried to steady my voice to reply.

"Sure." Epic fail. My voice cracked seemingly a million times in a one-syllable word. Alice opened and closed the door quietly and came to sit next to me on my bed.

"Bella? What did Edward tell you?"

"He-he told m-me to le-leave. To g-get out of his l-life," I sobbed, the salty taste of tears getting into my mouth.

"God!" Alice half whispered, half shouted. "I knew something was off." She looked at me. "I'm almost sure Carlisle didn't tell you this and I didn't for Edward's sake. I though maybe, you know, he'd treat you different than the others. That it wouldn't be as bad…" she continued to ramble on. "Edward isn't, oh God how do I say this? Edward has a… no. He's bipolar. There I said it. He was diagnosed when he was six. He also has ADHD but I suppose that irrelevant in this particular situation…"

"B-Bipolar?" I questioned, cutting off her rambling. She nodded.

"It normally gets really bad when he meets new people which is why we told you that 'he doesn't accept change well.'"

"But he was s-so nice earlier and then he j-just… He h-hurt me Alice!" She nodded again.

"I know and I'm sorry. But we can't change who Edward is. That's just what he's like. I've seen him be the happiest guy in the world and start a violent fight because a guy said his hair looked weird." She paused. "Poor guy was hospitalized. He doesn't say anything to Edward anymore. No one does."

"Is that why…" Alice must have known what I was going to say because she cut me off.

"Why he's always so dark and emo? Yes. He's a social outcast. The only life he can find is with his family and his music. Please know, Bella, he's scared because he thinks you're just like them, the people who don't talk to him because he's just a little different. I know you're better than that Bella. Please forgive him." Alice was begging on behalf of her brother. He couldn't be as bad as I thought him to be if Alice would defend him like this.

"I hardly know him and he hates me."

"He hates who he thinks you are. Not you. He hates them." She paused. "Please give him a second chance." I nodded, contemplating this thought.

"I don't hate him. I'm scared, terrified even, of him. If he can prove to me that he won't hurt me again, I will forgive him." Alice smiled a bit.

"Thank you Bella. That's all I can ask for."

"Well, I suppose that's good because, at least for right now, it's all he's ever going to get." Alice's almost contagious smile faded.

"Hungy?" I nodded.

"Yeah, got anything with a lot of sugar?" I needed my sugar fix, badly. Any teenager had felt that way before. She smiled again and nodded her head excitedly in response.

"Yeah! I think you'll like what we have." I used the palms of my hands to wipe away my dried tears and attempted to make my eyes look less tear-stained. Alice took one of my hands and helped lift me off the bed. "Come on!" She dragged me down the stairs, past Edward's closed bedroom door meaning that he was not downstairs, and to the kitchen where we now stood in front of a pantry with the door swung wide open. "Want to make some cookies?" She smirked mischievously.

"Chocolate chip?" With that, Alice started pulling down things like flour, salt, baking soda, chocolate chips, sugar, brown sugar, and vanilla. She walked over o the fridge and got two eggs and two sticks of butter.

"Close that pantry door for me, will you Bella?" I closed the door for her, like she asked, and walked over to her where she was reading the directions on the back of the chocolate chip bag.

"Mix the flour, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl. Ok, sounds easy enough." While Alice measured out the flour, I got the small amounts of salt and baking soda. We mixed them together, stirring with a knife we had used to balance the measurements.

"Beat the butter and sugar to together," I read to Alice. She got the butter and I got the sugar. It was easy enough. While the machine beat the mixture we could here the chunks of butter thumping against the side of the metal bowl. "And add the eggs one at a time." As Alice flitted around putting away the things we'd already used, I got the eggs. I cracked the first one with difficulty; the egg exploding in my hands almost as soon as the initial crack was made. Alice laughed when she saw my fingertips dripping with egg white. I flicked some at her face. She screamed as the sticky, slimy egg hit her skin.

"I'm going to get you Bells." I laughed as she wiped the egg away with her hand and a towel.

"No, you won't." I attempted to crack the second egg. Th shell would not break. A small crack spread over the middle, but when I tried to use my fingers to separate the shell only a small hole was made, where the shell's thin lining was still in place.

"Umm… Alice? Could you get me a fork?" She handed me a fork and watched as I poked the eggs lining. It did work because only a gooey amount of egg white dripped through the small hole. I poked the yoke, making the rest of the egg drip out of the shell's hole and cause a few pieces of the shell fall into the mixture.

"I dropped the shell in there!" I exclaimed. Alice peered into the gross looking mixture.

"Where?"

"I don't know, but unless you want crunchy egg shell cookies, I recommend you get it out of there." I saw Alice stick her hands in the bowl, searching blindly for little egg shells.

"I got it!" She exclaimed happily. We washed the egg off our hands while the beater mixed the dough. When it was ready, we got out two trays and placed twelve cookies on each. We put them in the oven for ten and then sat down on the floor in front of it while we waited, leaning our backs on the wall. I licked the sticky dough of my fingers and sighed.

"Good stuff." Alice nodded her head in agreement. "So… why does Rosalie hate me?" Alice heaved a heavy sigh.

"She doesn't hate you, she's jealous." I made a move to speak but Alice cut me off. "It's a long story but I suppose we have time."

So, what did you think? I'm sorry this chapter was so short.

Anyway, I feel kind of feel weird that Bella isn't reacting much over her parents' deaths so the next chapter might be a little depressing. It'll also give you a few flashbacks and some more history of the characters. I might also use Edward's POV.

Questions for you wonderful readers...

1. What was your favorite line/part of this chapter?

2. Do you have any ideas you would like to see incorportaed into this story? If so, what are they?

3. What do you think of Edward's character and would you like to know more about him from his perspective?

4. Did you like this chapter?

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