Everything Bella says up to a certain point will be in italics bcause that's how jacked her voice sounds. And it's all in Bella's POV.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or plots from Twilight. They all belong to Stephanie Meyer, who I really hope finishes Midnight Sun.

Beep, beep. Beep, beep. My alarm clock went off. I didn't want to get up. And I knew why.

My throat was killing me. Last night I'd been coughing so much that I think I actually sprained my throat. I thought that maybe I could sleep it off. But no; my throat hurt even worse than before. But there was one thing I was positive about: No way was I going to tell Charlie. The first thing he would do was ship me off to the doctor's office. I didn't like the doctor. Nothing bad had ever happened to me, but I only ever went when I was sick. So I always ended up getting a shot, or having to swallow some disgusting medicine. I wasn't telling Charlie. Then it occured to me.

If I couldn't tell Charlie, I couldn't Edward,either. His dad was a doctor. I couldn't tell any of them. I sat up and groaned, then immediatley stopped the noise. Not only had it hurt my throat to use my vocal chords, my voice sounded terrible. Me talking would give me away in a second. And to make matters worse, it was the summer. I was spending all day with Edward today. And I wasn't going to be able to say a word.

Later that day, Edward came to my house to pick me up. We were going back to his house to watch a monster movie marathon. Emmett thought it would be funny because stuff like that freaks me out, even though all the movies were from the early movie era, when they had just figured out how to add sound but the picture was still in black and white. Those movies gave me nightmares. That had only made Edward more eager to get me to watch the movies. Probably so he could hold me if I got too scared.

"Good morning, love," Edward said, kissing my forehead.

I smiled at him.

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head. I couldn't say anything to him or he would tell his dad, and his dad would tell my dad, and I would have to go to the doctor. Then again, he would probably end up taking me to Carslile, which wouldn't be so bad. But, still.

"Alright, lets go!"

I climbed into his car and warded away any conversation by turning to my side, and closing my eyes, hoping he would think I was still tired. He must have, because he was quiet the whole way back to his house. When we got there, I was nearly malled by Emmett.

"Yes! The human is here! Time for the suckish horror movies!"

"Shut up," Edward said.

We all sat down and Rosalie turned on the t.v.. I laid my head down on Edward's shoulder and watched the movie. After a minute, I completely forgot about my throat. When one of the mosters popped out of the closet, I cried, "Oh my god!"

Bad idea. My voice sounded terrible.

Since they were vampires, they had super hearing. They all looked over at me.

"What kind of noise was that?" Alice asked.

I shrugged.

"You know," Jasper said, "You've been really quiet all day. What's up?"

Curse you, Jasper Hale.

"Yeah, I noticed that too," Rosalie said.

"Me three. Say something, Bella!" Emmett said.

I looked up at Edward. He was looking down at me expectantly.

"Well?"

I ignored them all and turned my head back to the television set.

"Oh, so it's like that, huh?" Emmett said, standing up.

"Emmett, don't you dare," Edward began, but it was too late.

Emmett jumped on me and pinned me down with one hand, using the other one to tickle me to death. I held it in as long as I could, but I couldn't help it. I began screaming.

"Stop, stop, stop, Emmett, please stop, I need air!" My raspy voice sounded horrible, even to me.

Edward was by my side in a second, throwing his brother off me and helping me up.

"If you hurt her, I'll kill you."

"It sounds to me like she was already hurt. Why does your voice sound like that, Bella?" Jasper asked.

I shrugged and said, "It's no big deal. I was coughing a lot yesterday, and this is probably the aftermath of it."

"But Bella," Edward said, "I think it would've gotten better. maybe you should go to the doctor."

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Doctors freak me out."

"Why?" Alice asked.

"I don't like going because everytime I do, I end up getting a shot of some kind, or having to swallow some medicine for my sore throat."

"Does this happen often?" Jasper said.

"Yeah."

"Then I think it's a bit more serious than a sore throat," Edward said. "I think I should take you to the doctor."

"I'm not going to the doctor. I don't like them."

"What about Carslile?" Rosalie challenged. "He is going to become you're 'dad'; do you not like him?"

I shrugged. I didn't know what to say.

"Carslile," Edward mumbled. "Good idea, Rose. Hey, Carslile!"

Before I could stop him, Carslile was right behind me. "You wanted me?"

"I think Bella has a sore throat. Well, she says it happens a lot, so I think it's a bit more serious than that," Edward filled him in.

He looked at me. "Does it really happen a lot?"

I nodded.

"Would you like me to take a look at your throat?"

"That won't be nessessary," I objected raspily while Edward said, "That would be great."

Carslile turned toward me. "Bella?"

I backed away from him. "No."

"Oh, yes," Edward said.

I didn't see him leap at me. But suddenly I was in his lap on the couch. He wrapped one arm around my stomach and took my hand with the other one.

"Let go of me!" I cried, struggling.

"Bella, don't strain your throat," Carslile warned.

He came toward me and pulled my chin down with his icy hands, peering down my throat. I was still struggling, so Edward said, "Jasper..."

I immediatley stopped struggling and relaxed against Edward. Curse you again, Jasper Hale.

"I see the problem," Carslile said.

"What?"

"You tonsils have to come out."

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