I got a few responses that wanted Edward's point of view throughout The Thing About Being Everything (which you should got to my profile to find, click on, and read, in order to understand what this AN is about) and there were questions about why he is the way he is, and I personally am curious too, so I decided to write his POV as a separate story, so it doesn't get mixed in with Bella's. It's confusing for me that way because I have to get in a different mindset to write their individual perspectives. I'm still not sure where Edward's character is going, but I'm getting ideas as I write, so we'll see where this goes. I also cannot gauge how quickly updates come. I'm in my last year of school, so I've got multiple things to worry about.

Enjoy :)

Oh, and maybe I'm supposed to put a disclaimer here, even though we all know everything belongs to Mrs Meyer. Regardless, the characters do not belong to me. Though I wish Edward did. :P

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"So I guess Mom wants to move out," I said, trying to contain the anger at my mother for what she was making me do.

I watched my best friend bite her lip and look away, the way she always did when she was very upset, and hoped the tears I could see threatening to spill over wouldn't do just that, because I might not be able to hold my own tears in.

I could feel the tension in the small room and the pressure constricted my chest; I found myself struggling to breathe normally.

"Look, I can write, you know? I can call and stuff, and you can give me your address and I can come visit and…" I hear her trail off as I stared out the window, hardly able to keep this all in. I just didn't know how it would work. I suddenly wished I was older, we were older, so we could drive to visit each other, or were more responsible about keeping in touch, or maybe I'd even have the option to stay.

"Okay," she continued quietly, that determined tone she got in bad situations, trying to reassure herself she'd get out of it. "Okay, it'll be okay. It'll all be just fine." God, I couldn't help but wonder whether saying those words aloud more often might have miraculously kept this from happening.

I took a deep breath but I already choked on the words. "Bella, I…" What does a twelve-year-old say to a girl? Isn't this the time when girls have cooties? Is it different when the girl to say it to is the girl you're leaving behind because your mother is too selfish to consider what you want? Not for me. Never Bella. She was my best friend. I sighed. "Thanks, you know? You're all right for a girl." I tried to smile, but I'm sure it looked more like a grimace. But she laughed. I would miss that.

"Ya think so?" she tried to joke, but I noticed how hard it was for her to do so.

"Bella, stop crying, please?" I begged for my own sake.

"I'm not crying." Despite her words, she rubbed at her eyes roughly.

Stubborn Bella. I sighed again, wearily. "Yes, you are. Only wimps cry and you're not a wimp." I certainly felt like a wimp right now though. I wished I could believe my own words. Downstairs, I could hear my mother open the front door. If I was going to do this, I had to do it now. I reached into my pocket for the familiar figure. "Here," I said, handing it to her. "My dad made two for me. He was always doing something with paint or clay, stuff like that, and he said it took him two months to get them just right. You better not lose it." I'm sure my attempt to be stern failed miserably.

The small clay lizard was a bright green, the same green of my father's and my eyes, with gold down the line of its tail. I smiled at the memory of how I'd obtained the little figurine. My father had come home from another day at the hospital and I remember being so excited. I always looked forward to my dad coming home. But he was so tired. I wondered briefly why I hadn't seen it then, how tired he was. But even when he could hardly stand, he walked down the hall to his study, asking me to follow him. From a box on the windowsill behind his desk, he pulled out two small lizards made of clay. "I painted them the same green I saw when you first opened your eyes the day you were born. I'll never forget that intelligence and curiosity I found in such young eyes. Believe me, son, you are the best thing that happened to your mother and me." And I believed it. I wished I could have done more for him. The lizards held more meaning for me than the other things he gave me and they still did. And Bella would understand it, she'd understand me. She always had. I watched now as she smiled at the green reptile and sighed.

"So can I name it Eddie?"

The name hit a familiar nerve and I felt the terror of the situation hit me full force. I would never get to put up with her teasing after I walked out her front door. I tried to hold up my usual attitude towards the nickname, but I'm not sure I got it across. I just couldn't. "Ha. Ha. Ha."

I gauged her reaction and I could tell she appreciated my effort to lighten the mood. Her small hand reached up to tuck a strand of her loose hair behind her ear and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop my lip from trembling like a wimp's. I'm not a wimp.

Please review and tell me if I should keep going with EPOV. I'm a little intimidated by the thought that I probably won't do him justice. If you don't have me on author alert and want to keep up with both BPOV and EPOV, please put me on author alert. Or you could just do two story alerts. Or whatever works for you. :)

Reviews would be nice.

Love, PianoAddict246 (or Emily Grace if you prefer)