A/N: hey! i was reading the reviews and a lot of people said my story is like Death Note.... whats Death Note? lol. i seriously have no idea! well, aparently i think like whoever did that. :) Im sorry that i took so long to update, as soon as i flew back from Texas turns out the airport threw my bag around and the fan got broken on my laptop. I had it turned back on Yesterday, but it hasnt been letting me put the story back on so im re typing it onto this. This chapter isnt as long as usual but i figured you guys had waited long enough and i should probably post something. Plus thank you so much for nominating me the best Bella. im flattered! really. anyway i would put the site here but it wont let me go to it. im sorry.

I lay sideways on my bed, feet up against the wall, and my head dangling off of the opposite side of my bed, wondering, if this, trip, with Edward Cullen would be considered a date. I'm not all that sure, but it's not as if i am about to ask him. I wonder if he is thinking the same thing. I jumped as i heard the shrill ring of the phone, breaking my train of thought, along with the echoing silence that has overtaken the house. I ran down the stairs, thankfully not tripping, and swiftly answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Bells, it's Jessica, GUESS WHAT!?" I sighed this was bound to become a story.
"hey Jess whats up?"
"OMYGAWD! okay well Mike asked me to the dance and like he walked up, and i was just like standing there and....." by then i had zoned out, now concentrated on a spot of grime plastered to the counter, i knew as soon as Jessica hung up the phone i was bound to tackle the flith.
"Bella? Helloooo?" oops.
"Oh, sorry Jess, what?"
"Well do you want to?" she asked expectantly. ummm.
"want to what?"
"come to Port Angeles with me and Angela, to go dress shopping." hmmm lets see, around an hour drive with Jessica probably drilling me with questions the whole ride. but then again Angela could take some of it, and im sure Jess was wondering about Angela and Ben.
"sure, why not?" i agreed
"okay thanks, next saturday after school bye!" with that note she hung up before i could reply. o well. thats Jessica for you.
Well a day with them wont be so bad. I just have to run it past Charlie, but i highly doubt he will mind. I stole the wash cloth from the sink and scrubbed at the grime on the counter, then slowly trudged back up the stairs, and flopped back down on my bed, thinking about what the Cullen's and Black's death dates could possibly mean.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEPP. ung. A pale, ghostly hand streached out from the lump hiding in my comforter searching for the off button my my screaming alarm clock. I stiffly sat up, yawning. I imagine my hair looked somewhat like a dry, shaggy, unkempt mop. I sighed and got out of bed, then getting ready. i sat down in my computer chair once done, and glanced out of my window. Joy, rain. Well i imagine that my mother has e-mailed me multiple times, probably something about how if i dont type back, she will call Charlie. I pressed the power button on my anchient computer, and waited as it slowly hummed to life. i scooted my chair back and flung my arms out, then started spinning. During my spinning frenzy, my hand happened to streach far enough to slap my Wuthering Heights book straight off of my desk and i watched helpless as it flew out my window. I dashed to my window and looked down at the Vicious book eating mud puddle lurking at the trunk of the tree next to my window. I sprinted down the stairs as fast as i could without tripping and falling the whole way down, and charged out to the puddle. i snatched my book from the jaws of the filthy puddle under my feet, and glared at the mud soaked pages of my favorite book.
"Ahhhhhh!" i growled and huffed back up the stairs, carefully replacing my book and slamming the window shut hard enough to make the glass plane shutter. I turned around and put back to sleep my barely working computer. My book chase this morning took up most of my time for typing back my mother.

"Hey, Bells!" Eric said cheerily as i walked up to our lunch table.
"Hey." i replied as i scooted my chair in next to Angela and Ben. They have been inseperable since the party. i smiled.
"so... do you want to come to La Push with us for a Bon fire?" Eric asked with hopeful eyes. i glanced around the table and saw everybody was watching, and realized the question was from from everybody.
"what about the constant rain, Eric?" i asked. well they live here, you would think they would know better.
"weatherman says sunshine! WHOOO!" he slapped hands with Mike
"Yeah come on Bella, we all want you there!" Mike added on. Jessica shot a glare my way.
"Okay okay ill come!"
"Sweet! Come to Mikes store at 10 okay? Saturday!" Eric said, then the bell rang separating everybody to their classes.

I was hoping to beat Edward to class, but as usual he was there first, sitting promptly in his seat. He was always so proper. I felt a twnge of jelousy, but toned it back when i remembered he invited ME to go with him to Port Angeles. He doesnt do that to many girls. Well, actually from what i've heard he hasnt done it to ANY girls. I smiled and sat next to him.
"Hi Bella." He grinned at me, as i lost my internal battle to keep my heart beating regularly.
"Hey" i replied weekly.
"so Bella, i was thinking that this date of ours could possibly be fun, and im exited." i felt my heart flutter with exitement.
"that is, if its okay with you." he added, sounding more careful about his wording.
"yeah, im fine with that." i smiled at him and bit my lip. I think those darn butterflies in my stomach might just be throwing parties. The teacher walked in and we both attempted to pay attention, but we both knew that wasnt really what was happening. I caught him glacing sideways at me, but who am i to talk? i was doing the same. I smiled. I guess he answered my question about wether our trip can be considered a date or not.

A/N: hey! well this was tuff. i finished it a first time of re typing it on this and my internet shut off while i was saving. so i finally finsihed!