Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Thanks to MeteorOnAMoonlessNight for being my beta!

-Prologue-

I pulled into his gravel driveway, and I knew he was completely unaware of my presence; the sound of his table saw was blocking out the noise of everything around him. I also knew she wasn't home. If he was actually in the garage doing what he loved, there was no way she was there.

Sometimes I didn't know why I bothered with him at all, and then there were times where I couldn't get enough of him. There were times when he was so sweet, caring, and loving that I wanted to spend every second I could with him. Then there were times where I felt like a used rag. Someone that he could just use and toss away.

I walked up the driveway into the garage, making sure to step in front of the saw so that he would notice me there. I didn't want him to cut off any of his fingers because I decided to 'surprise him'.

He looked up from what he was doing and flipped the switch on the saw. "Bella, what the hell are you doing here? She could have been home, for fuck's sake!" he spat at me. His shouting was all the louder due to the sudden silence from the saw.

"I drove by, her car was gone and I saw you in the garage, so I knew she wouldn't be back for a while." I shrugged.

He wiped the sweat from his face with his hand; it was at least 90 degrees in the little garage and the humidity was a killer. "Why are you here? I don't remember telling you it was okay to just stop by, ever."

I sighed because he was probably right in the fact that I had no business being here like this, but there was something I just had to know. I wasn't sure why I had never asked before now. Maybe it was my own fear of what his response would be that stopped me.

I took a step closer to him. "I'm sorry, I know you never told me I could just stop by, but I've had this question running through my mind…"

"Well, just spit it out then," he all but barked at me.

I huffed. God, he was such an ass sometimes. "What if we tried to have a normal relationship, what if you told her you wanted to seperate? We could try actually dating and—"

"Oh Bella, but what if I don't want normal?" he said, smirking at me.