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Keeping Up Appearances

This is set right after the end of New Moon. Bella always bumps into things, right? What if the school counseler thought that Edward had something to do with that? Based off the song Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Love 'em!

I'm hoping this will be on the short side. I'm thinking 3-4 chapters. Enjoy! Companion story to this is I'll be Watching You.

2. Inquisition

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Edward wouldn't enlighten me on why Mr. Banner wanted to meet with us after school, but it was obvious he found the subject amusing. I idly wondered if this was the way Edward felt around me all the time. I hated him editing or keeping his thoughts from me! We would both have to work on being honest with each other from now on.

Finally, the end of the day arrived. I had had to use Edward's cell phone to call Charlie, saying I would be behind schedule. I was still under house arrest, and did not want to arrive home to an enraged father. As I requested to use Edward's phone, I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. I had no doubt that a tiny, silver cell phone would be arriving in my mail box shortly. I should head that one off at the pass, but alas, I fear I am already too late. Alice too, had a shopping gleam in her eye.

Edward and I bid farewell to Alice as she skipped off to wait for us in the car. Edward slung his arm around my waist while we sauntered down the long corridor to Mr. Banner's office. It felt nice.

As we arrived outside of the door, Edward knocked three times. Mr. Banner opened the door, and declared, "Mr. Cullen would you please wait out here. I'd like to first speak with Ms. Swan."

Edward, perfect as usual, replied, "Of course, sir. I would be delighted."

I frowned as I was led into the crammed office. Looking at his desk, you could tell Mr. Banner was a scatterbrained human being. Stacks of paper were everywhere, along with a few dirty coffee cups. Mr. Banner seated himself in the chair behind his desk, and motioned to the one across from him. I sat down.

"How are you doing, Ms. Swan?" He began.

Confused about what all of this was about, I replied, "Fine, Mr. Banner. Perfectly fine."

"Hm. Charlie is good, I trust."

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. How are you and Edward?" He probed.

Ah, now the truth came out. He wanted to speak to me about my boyfriend...fiancé...thing. "Edward and I are great." I said a touch defensive. It was true. We had never been better.

"Hm. What do you two do for fun?"

"Um...Edward and I hang out, do our homework, and on occasion watch a movie. He helps me clean the house as well. I'm grounded right now, so our activities list is rather short."

"And what would you do if you were not under house arrest?" Mr. Banner questioned.

“Well, Edward would try to take me to fancy restaurants in Seattle, or fine art performances. I prefer to spend time with his wonderful family. They really are remarkable.” I could not wait to be one of them.

“Why don’t you like to go out? Why do you prefer to spend time with Edward’s family?”

“Going out costs money, and gets tiring. I have a fondness for hanging out with Edward, and asking Esme what he was like as a child.”

“All fine reasons, Bella. Why were you grounded? What did you do?”

This was a touchy subject. I would have to be very, very careful. Well Mr. Banner, my ex-boyfriend thought I had committed suicide, and was going to Italy to be killed by the vampire royalty. He's a vampire too, and only they could kill him. Alice and I journeyed to Italy for three days to save him. We did, and escaped by our teeth. That would be an interesting conversation. I decided to stick with the story I had fed my father, "I am under house arrest, because I ran away with Alice Cullen for three days."

"Oh." His voice was filled with surprise, "Why did you do that? When was this?"

"There was an emergency in L. A. during spring break. Alice requested my help. I didn't have time to explain the situation to my father. We had to leave then." My explanation was almost the truth.

"Bella, what was the emergency? Did it involve Edward in any way?"

Uh-oh. How was I to answer this? No one had ever asked me this before; not even Charlie. "Um...you'll have to ask Edward about that. He will explain it correctly."

"Alright." Mr. Banner paused, "That is a nasty black eye you've got there. Did that happen today?"

"Um yes. Yes, it did." I was confused. He wanted to talk to me about Edward, and my black eye. What was the connection?

"How did it happen, Bella? You can tell me." His voice positively dripped with false care.

"Um...I was making breakfast, and the cupboard made contact with my eye. End of story."

"Are you sure that is what happened? Was Edward over at the time?" Mr. Banner was becoming annoying now.

I sighed, "Yes Mr. Banner, I'm sure that is what happened." I was exasperated, "Edward was over. I was running a little late, and he had come over early. What is your point?"

"Bella, it isn't natural for your boyfriend to beat you. You know that, right?"

"What?" It took me a few seconds to understand what he was saying. Did he think Edward hit me? Come on! "Yes, I know that, Mr. Banner. Is there a problem? Edward doesn't beat me. I'm just extremely uncoordinated. You must believe me." I did not need the school, let alone Charlie to think this falsehood. In the case of the latter, he would only be too glad to put a bullet though my one and only love.

"Alright Bella. I believe you. You may go. Only know that I am here if you ever need to talk about anything. On your way out, will you call Mr. Cullen in, please?" It was apparent from his tone that Mr. Banner did not believe me. Edward would set him straight. He had to.

Quickly exiting the claustrophobic room, I dashed to Edward. He embraced me, kissing me gently on the forehead, before going into the horrid room himself. I slumped into a ratty, old chair, and waited, biting my nails the entire time. Now it was his turn to face the inquisition.