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Stories Of A Few Best Friends

Bella has the best friends in the whole world. At least, thats what she thinks. When the boys come to visit before the wedding, Edward is convinced that their trouble. The boys may be trouble, but their fun. And that's exactly what everyone needs.....

Dexter, Ted, Lucas, John Miller, Scary Mary, Scarlett, Monkey, Grace, Bendo and The Van all belong to Sarah Dessen, not me. I own nothing! Rated Teen to be safe. You never know what I'll feel like writing!

2. My best friend is a murderer?

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Edward Cullen

When I picked Bella up this morning she seemed very...distant. She nodded when I greeted her and I got the message she didnt want to talk. I suppose that was normal. She wasnt feeling very talkative, that was okay.

Although I started to worry when she didnt say anything through any of our classes. We sat in the back so we wouldnt get caught talking or passing notes. We did this everyday. But today....

When we arrived at lunch and sat down to eat, Alice picked up on this.

What's her problem? She thought. I shrugged while she was looking down at her pizza.

"What's up with you today, Bella? You're so quite. It's eerie." She pretended to shudder, hoping to make Bella laugh.

She failed miserably. Bella rolled her eyes as Alice's behavior and shrugged half heartedly.

"She's right, love. Are you feeling alright?" I asked her, anxiously.

"I'm fine." She mumbled, seemingly annoyed with us.

"If you say so..." Alice muttered, as Bella turned back to her food.

I knew better then to believe her. Something was wrong with Bella, and I was going to find out. Soon, I hoped.We drove home in silence. Well, Bella and I were silent.

Alice was chattering away in the back, something about my Bella being a mime or something. When we got to Bella's house, I helped her with her calculas and I could tell she was making an honest effort to talk to me, but it didnt make me feel better. She made Charlie's dinner, and I helped her with the dishes after he was home and they'd eaten. I went home until Charlie was asleep.

While I was home, I discussed Bella's silence with Alice.

"Have you seen anything?" I asked her once I was through thw door. She shook her head looking frustrated.

Alice was never frustrated, visions were her gift, it was the one thing she could always count on having.

"She's hiding something." She declared.

"What could she be hiding, Alice?" I asked. "It's Bella, she cant lie to save her life."

"Exactly. She cant lie, so she's not speaking, therefore stopping herself from ruining her carfully tangled web of lies." Alice stated, deep in thought.

"Bella does not have a web of lies. She doesnt hide things from me." I told her.

But as I let that hang in the air, I realized I didnt know that. She could have a whole other life and I couldnt have any way of knowing. Oh god, I was overeacting. Once I assumed Charlie was snoring, I snuck back in Bella's window.

She was just laying there in the dark, not sleeping, but not very awake. I hummed her lullaby until I was sure she had drifted. Right when I could tell she was on the brink of falling asleep, her cell phone rang from across the room.

Who was calling her at midnight? I retreived her phone from her desk and handed it to her, but not before glancing at the caller ID.

Dexter? Who was he?

Bella Swan

As the big white Truth Squad van pulled into my driveway, I couldnt help but squeel like the girl I knew I was. I didnt truly shreik until the doors popped open and the guys hopped out of the car.

Ted smiled and Lucas laughed at my face. John Miller made a face at me, signalling he was irritated they were driving at his hour. But when I saw Dexter, and saw how he was laughing at my shock with his hair everywhere sticking up all over the place, I couldnt help but jump at him.

I lunged at him, landing perfectly in my best friends arms. We linked so perfectly and I knew he felt the connection we shared too. It was so hard not to feel loved when you were Dexter Jones's best friend.

He swung me around a few times, before sqeezing me super tightly. I had the vague rememberance that Edward was in the shadows watching me and I knew he had a jealous face, but he would read Dexters mind and know it was okay.

Dexter laughed when I wouldnt let go, and Lucas proceeded to pry me off him and throw me on his back. I giggled, something I never did, but I was too happy they were here to care I sounded mindless in my giggling.

Lucas set me down and I went over and hugged my other two best friends. John then let me know verbally that he was pissed they were driving at this time of night, while Ted hit him in the back of the head and put his arm around me. The headlights on the van were really bright and I'm guessing all the commotion woke Charlie, because he came out with a baseball bat.

He looked around at us and laughed in disbeleif.

"Hey, Charlie! What's with the bat?" Dexter asked, raising a black brow.Charlie looked a little sheepish.

"I, uh, thought you were murderer's." He admitted. I shook my head at him. Like there could be murderer's in Forks. Well, who knows, I guess. They had vampires...

"I'm glad you think so much of us, Charlie! I could of sworn you thought we were rapists at the least." Dexter laughed.

I shoved him a little and I was surprised when he swayed. I was so used to Edward not even feeling it when I hit him, much less moving.

"Ouch, Bell. That hurt." Dexter rubbed his shoulder, wincing slightly. I rolled my eyes.

"You're such a girl." I muttered.

"I've been called worse." He shrugged. "By you in fact."

"What have I ever called you?" I challenged him.

I never call him anything, but Dexter.

"Well, there was that time at the car dealership. I accidently pushed you into that wall and you called me an asshole. And there was that time we went to the grocery store and I almost shoved you into the soup display, you called me a jackass." He was counting on his fingers now.

"First, you didnt 'accidently' push me into that wall, you flat out pushed me into it. And you didnt 'almost' shoved me into that soup display, you really did shove me into it." I defended myself.

"I did no such thing!" He argued.

"Alright, alright, why dont we carry this on inside." Charlie suggested.

"Good idea, Charlie. Boys get our stuff." Ted waved at them, following Charlie inside.

"I'm getting tired of Ted's dissapearing act." John Miller mumbled.

"Arent we all." Dexter sighed