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    Where's My Happy Ending?

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        She pulled away from me and just looked at me. I could tell from her eyes that she was re-memorizing my face, comparing it to her memories, and reminiscing the good times. I pulled a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and smiled at her.

        “ It’s good to see you Bells.” I said, loving how she smiled at that. She stepped away from me, and sat at the table, not looking away from me. I’m sure she was exhausted, by the dark circles under her eyes.

        She suddenly smiled again.

        “ Don’t worry. Sleepless nights are common around here.” She said, guessing where my thoughts were. I was surprised. Normally Bella wasn’t able to guess so much of what other people were thinking. Now she was able to, first, be able to detect a vampire in her kitchen, and second, know what I was thinking.

        Oh my God, she’s turned into Edward!!!

        She chuckled quietly, and stood up. She turned and went to her coffee pot, which was now full of coffee. “ So, how have things been?” she asked while looking in the dishwasher for a cup.

        I hesitated. What was I supposed to tell her? That we had another member? A girl, no less? How would she take that? Was I supposed to tell her that we all turned down Dartmouth for the fear of “What Ifs”? She looked at me from over her shoulder and smiled softly.

        “ You don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business.” she said, shutting the dishwasher, and bending down to look in a cabinet.

        “ What are you looking for?” I asked her, trying to distract myself from the thought of the supposed hurt I heard in her voice. Her eyes may have just been getting to me. She shut one cabinet and looked in another.

        “ My coffee cups. I swear, they are not allowed to put away the dishes again.” They? I felt my eyes widen as I inhaled again, taking in the scents from earlier. There was one that smelled like the rain, clean and sweet at the same time. Another smelled like a mixture of roses and chocolate. And then there was the werewolf.

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