A/N-Here it is! Finally!

Congrats to my kick-arse Beta FeelItWithYourHeart for putting up with me this long!

Chapter 10- She's Got You High

BPOV

I felt and also heard the crunch underneath my boot clad feet as I walked down the snow-covered pathway that lead through a small space of trees and into the graveyard not far from the house I once lived in. Though, you could walk from one side of town to the other in less than half an hour, which is why my house wasn't far from a graveyard.

When I had woken up that morning I felt the absolute need to go down to my childhood home and also visit my dad. As closure, I guess. Although, I wasn't prepared for the onslaught of emotions that closure would bring me. I guess it wasn't closure if you couldn't handle it, but I could handle it. I had missed my father deeply and there wasn't a day that I hadn't thought of him. Of the way he would offer tiny pieces of emotion as signs that he cared, or how he would just silently appreciate how much me being there meant to him. Sometimes I could still hear the quiet sounds of a baseball game playing from a television. I never told anyone about how much my father really meant to me. Even if I didn't say it, he was pretty much my savior after the Cullen's left. Well, except for Jacob.

When I went to my old house, there was a family living in it, though I didn't know that until I walked through the door with the key that I still had. You should have seen their faces when they saw me walk into their home. It's not every day that you see a huge celebrity walk through your door with her spare key from about three years ago. They didn't freak out though, for which I was glad; they just asked me why I was there and offered me a drink.

The people who lived there were Alex and Rob Smith, along with their 1 year old daughter named Charli. She was possibly the most adorable child that you have ever seen; with dark blonde hair that came down the middle of her head looking like a small floppy Mohawk and deep dark green eyes. I told them that she looked like a tiny punk rocker. Alex was a short woman, smaller than me, with short dark curly hair that came down just past her chin, a warm smile, light brown eyes and a chin piercing. Rob, on the other hand, was exceptionally huge; he had short light blonde hair and light silver blue eyes. They were really fun to talk with. They asked me about my childhood memories of this home, and I showed them some of the places in the house that were most memorable to me.

When they showed me around the house, I started to feel glad that they came to live here. The house was special to me and now I wanted it to be special to them. When they told me that they had kept most of the furniture from when I lived here, I was grateful, but even more so when they showed me Charli's room, which was originally mine. It looked practically the same as the room from when I was a baby, save for a new dresser and some additional play things. Light blue walls, bright yellow curtains. I almost cried when I saw the rocking chair.

When I was to go, they told me that I could come over whenever I liked. And I knew that in the future, I most definitely would.

When I reached the ice-coated gates of the small graveyard, I stopped. Did I really want to do this? Did I need closure? The answer was simple. Yes, yes I did. I had felt strange ever since I came back to this town, and I hoped that after this I would be able to have some peace of mind.

I was cold, I was tired, and my mind was a jumble; my eyes watered, my fingers and toes were numb, my nose ran, my breath came out in short little puffs of mist, and my teeth chattered. To anyone else I would have looked like a mess. And I was a mess, inside and out. I didn't know how long ago it was that I brushed my hair, or the last time I looked in the mirror. I needed to take a break, a holiday, somewhere far, far away from anyone and anything; somewhere warm and sunny. I needed to visit my mom.

I also needed to open this gate, but it was frozen solid. I sighed and turned to walk away when an idea struck me. Why I was going to go through with this idea, I didn't even know. Why couldn't I just have come back another day?

I took off my gloves, my scarf and my large jacket and flung them over the fence and into the graveyard. I took a few deep breaths, grabbed a hold on the gates, and hauled myself up. My feet scrambled for a foothold. When they found one, I almost cried out in joy. It probably took me half an hour to get up and over that fence, due to my numb, uncoordinated and frozen body, but when I did I literally jumped up in joy, claiming victory over the fence. I scrambled in the snow for my scarf, coat and gloves. When I found them, I shoved them on, in a haste to get warm.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, che di mattina io per fare con te?"

"Non so." I replied, looking over the fence to see his surprised face behind the bars of the iron gate. "Che sei tu fare qui?"

"I followed you," he said, taking a careful step forward and shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "When did you learn Italian?"

"When you travel as much as I do, you easily pick up other languages." I said, wiping the tears off of my hot, red cheeks.

"You always did pick up on things rather easily." Edward said.

"I still do." I argued.

He laughed, suddenly beside me. His laugh was like music, rich and deep and, well, perfect. Though I would never admit it to myself or anyone else, everything about Edward was perfect. Edward knelt down in front of me and tucked some stray pieces of hair behind my ear. I hated it when people messed with my hair, but with Edward I would let it slip. He wiped my cheeks with his thumb and I realized that I was still crying.

Before I even knew what I was doing I hurled myself at his chest, and had my face crushed into his shoulder. Without any hesitation he wrapped his long arms around me. "I am so sorry, Bella, so, so sorry." I started crying, really crying heart-wrenching sobs that took over my whole body. I don't know how long we sat there, comforted by each other's presence, but before long, I was running out of tears and left sniffling into Edward's chest.

"Bella, love?" he asked, tilting my face up to meet his. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"No!" I said, my eyes widening with panic. "Please don't leave me." He looked pained for a second but then smiled a sad smile.

"I'll come back, Bella. It'll only be for a moment."

"Promise?" I asked, sniffing.

"I promise." He then left a cool kiss on my forehead and was gone.

Not even a minute went by and he was back, holding a wide range of flowers in his hands. He gave them all to me to put by Charlie's gravestone. When I was done arranging them the way that I wanted to, I turned back around to face him and came upon the most beautiful flower I had ever seen. It was a blood red rose. The contrast between the white of Edward's hand and the red of the rose was beautiful. I gasped "For me?"

He smiled crookedly "For you."

I took the rose from his hand, carefully avoiding the sharp prickles on the stem. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, Edward."

"You're welcome," he replied, touching my cheek."You're freezing. Let's get you somewhere warm." I let him help me up and take me to the gate. With a flick of his hand, all the ice shattered off of the gate and he was able to open it easily.

We walked back through the short patch of trees and onto the footpath. After a while of walking, I took his hand into my own. He looked at me in astonishment, but soon intertwined his fingers in mine. It felt good to be close to him again. I knew that I was ready to take the Cullen's back into my life right then. Just walking with Edward felt…right.

"Edward…" I began, uncurling my fingers from his hand.

"Bella, before you say anything, I just want you to know that whatever your decision is, we will all accept it."

I laughed, moving in front of him. "What?"

Edward looked at me, confused, a very rare moment for him. "Don't you want us to leave…?"

"No, no, no!" I laughed again. "I was going to say that I want you back in my life."

Edward smiled the most amazing smile, my favorite crooked smile. At that moment, it literally brightened up his whole face. "Really?" he asked.

"Really, really." I said, smiling also as I watched the snow collecting in his hair. I didn't like snow, and I didn't think I ever would, but just then I really envied the snow.

I was suddenly in the air and being spun around in circles. I felt like we were in one of those movies where the girl and the boy were laughing and happy. I felt that there should have been dramatic music in the background.

"Really?" he asked, laughing.

"REALLY!" I yelled, my own laugh echoing off into the woods. Edward put me down and lent his forehead against mine. "Really, really, really! How many times do I have to tell you to make you believe me? Edward, I love you, I always have. Do you believe me now?"

He looked at my slyly. "One more time."

"I love you."

"One more time."

"Edward!"

He put me down and glued our hands together. We started walking together, laughing and talking. I didn't think that I had smiled so much in my life.

"Old dirt road, knee deep snow, watching the fire as we grow o-o-o-o-old." I sang quietly as we started walking through the really deep snow on the path.

Edward looked over at me and started laughing. I smacked his arm, flinching when I felt the pain shoot up my arm. I ignored it. "What are you laughing at?"

"How do you know that song?" he asked me.

I smirked at him. "The question is, Mr. Classical Music Man, how do you know that song?"

He looked at me funny. "I do know music outside of classical."

I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned. "How do you know that song?"

"(500) Days Of Summer." I replied. He looked at me funny again. "You really need to get out more." I tugged on his hand. "Come with me."

Five minutes later, we were walking towards the local DVD store. We ran inside, laughing and covered in snow. I ran towards the Romance section and quickly sought out (500) Days of Summer.

"Bella!" He whined, sounding more like a teenager than he ever has.

"Okay, okay. Just let me pay for this." I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the counter. The cashier immediately recognized me.

"Bella, let me pay." Edward said, pulling out his wallet.

"No." I said, taking him by surprise. "I got this." I looked at the cashier sweetly, batting my eyelashes. "We'd like this movie, please."

The gangly cashier with the gross looking hair looked momentarily astounded, but quickly recovered and took the DVD from my hands.

"How much will that be?" I asked.

"Um, uh, you can take it for free if I, uh, could just have your autograph."

I smirked at an astonished Edward and took the piece of paper that the cashier was holding out to me. "Who should I make this out to?"

"It's for my little brother Ryan. Not me, my brother." He looked nervous and was sweating over his eyebrows.

I finished writing on the paper and gave it back to him, taking the movie with my other hand. As we were walking out of the door, I turned around and called back, "Thanks, Ryan!"

Tom leaned over Summer as Summer looked up at him. "Darling," he said, "I don't know how to tell you this, but there's a Chinese family in our bathroom."

I looked over to Edward to find him fully engrossed in the movie. Whilst we were watching the movie at Edward's house, the whole family had gathered round to watch the movie, even Rosalie. She claimed that she was only watching it for Joseph Gordon-Levitt, but to tell you the truth, I think we all were.

Throughout the whole movie, every time the word "shit" came up, Emmett immediately thought it upon himself to cover my ears. I had Rose whack him for me.

Edward turned and met my eyes with his own and moved me closer to his side, just to whisper into my ear.

"One more time."

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