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This is the sequel to my story "Somewhere." you have to read that first to understand the plot because this goes off of that one's epilogue. Somewhere's epilogue can be read seperately from the rest of the story, but there still are minor references in Nowhere to it's predecessor. Edward and Bella are finally together again and getting ready for their wedding. all is well until they go to tell Charlie. Charlie has fallen asleep on the couch and on the news is something that will change their lives forever. now they must run. this time not to find each other, but to escape the danger ahead for them. Places to hide are scarce, even in such a large world, especially with a tracker. Meanwhile, the city of Forks is just finding out about the mysterious news...

in this story, Bella and Edward will once again start running around the world, but with more events and to farther places. but this time, they will have somebody else with them. this story might not go the way you think. =] Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Twilight.

17. Liar

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Angela’s POV

Thanksgiving was quickly approaching as I began my drive down to Forks in my old and rusted blue sedan. Today was Wednesday, and classes would not resume until Monday, so I was looking forward to spending some time with the family I hadn’t seen much lately.

I usually drove down every few weeks, though it was a strain on my car, and my pocket from the amount of gas that was required to complete that journey. The joy present on my mother’s face when I arrived was enough to keep me coming, though.

Ben was driving down tonight. He had wanted to come with me, skipping the movie he and his friends had been dying to see for months, but I refused, making him go see the movie.

So, here I am, out on the open road, surrounded by the collection of foliage that covered most every surface that wasn’t paved over in Washington. I enjoyed the scenery, despite the fact that I see something similar every day out of my dorm window and out on campus.

It provided a sense of enclosure, a homey feeling. It was different than Seattle, not so crowded but instead providing myself with some much needed alone time. It reminded me more of home, instead of the buzz of the city.

I stopped at three gas stations during my drive to refuel my car, since, being that old, it did not have very good gas mileage.

Finally, I arrived at my home late in the afternoon, exhausted from the long drives and the many stops. I was welcomed with a large smile by my mother at the door before I had even had the chance to get my key out. She pulled me into the living room and sat e on the couch, seeing that I needed a little time to relax.

As I rested on the warm and fluffy cream-colored sofa, my mom began to speak, asking me basically about how college was going, and looking for any information she had not received over the phone. I was able to answer every question honestly until the one I had been dreading came up.

“So how’s Bella doin’?” she asked.

I paused, having never been particularly an expert at lying or anything close. I tried to think of a response that she could not try to go into more detail with. I couldn’t just say “good,” that would be too general an answer, which might also leave her suspicious of why I had nothing more to say about my supposed roommate and best friend. I ended up using a rather generic response, but enough to sound realistic.

“She’s good,” I replied. “I don’t see her too much though what with our having different classes, and always having to study, though.”

My mom seemed to be appeased by my answer, but had somehow become pushier with her questions from the time I had last seen her. That wasn’t like my mother at all.

“So, is she still moping over that boy from last year? She didn’t seem much better the last time I saw her.”

“Um,” I began, beginning to ponder whether or not Bella would still be moping over Edward. I remembered him coming to my dorm just over a week ago, looking for her. I had attempted to keep my promise to Bella and not tell anyone where she went, but I had relented, knowing that she wouldn’t care if it were Edward coming to see her. I did, however, hope that Charlie hadn’t heard anything from him, or I would die by Bella.

My mother raised an eyebrow at me during my somewhat suspicious silence. I tried my best to get back on track with the conversation and resume telling my not-so-great lie.

“She’s gotten a little better,” I said simply.

Mom’s usually calm persona then changed to one of disbelief and partial anger, though still hiding her emotions quite well.

“Angela? Why would you lie?” She asked.

I couldn’t think of anything to say. I wasn’t even sure how she could’ve figured out that I was lying. I’d never lied before, so why would she suspect such a thing now?

I just stared at her, hoping that she would tell me how she knew herself.

“According to this newspaper,” she held up a newspaper featuring the same two pictures I had seen online not too long ago, “and Chief Swan himself, Bella came back here with that Cullen boy and ran off, a little over a week ago. Angela, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know,” I whispered quietly.

“How could you not know? Could you not notice that your roommate hasn’t been back?”

“Well,” I started, debating whether or not I should just tell her the truth, “Bella never was there. So, there was nothing to notice.”

“Ok then. Why didn’t you tell anyone that she never showed up?”

“She told me not to,” I mumbled almost inaudibly.

Mom shook her head and left. After she was already upstairs and in her room, probably to tell Dad, I got up from my place on the couch and picked up my bag, digging around its contents until I found my cell phone.

I quickly dialed Bella’s number, already knowing it by heart, and waited for her to pick up, hoping she would actually answer and tell me what was going on.