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  <title>they can&apos;t order me to stop dreaming ✰</title>
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  <title>twific: You Came Too Early</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/YCTE2small.png&quot; fetchpriority=&quot;high&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8065162/1/You_Came_Too_Early&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;You Came Too Early&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/u/335885/Elliania&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Elliania&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Edward/Bella&lt;br /&gt;Category: Romance/Family&lt;br /&gt;Rating: M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Edward and Bella married too young and for all the wrong reasons, so no one acted surprised when their marriage crumbled down. Two kids and five years later, events force them to live under the same roof for a while. Will they realize what they lost? AH. Older, divorced E/B. Daddyward. HEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;❤&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update, June 2012: You can also find it over at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/library/viewuser.php?uid=63383&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWCS Library&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Note *•✰•.★&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Here I&apos;m going to post pictures and songs and other stuff that insipired me to write this story. Some were found with google, some on tumblr, so I&apos;ll give credit when required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official &quot;banner&quot; (made by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/YCTE2.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a by-product of that first &apos;poster&apos; I made of the girls - &lt;b&gt;Emma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(right)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;and Juliet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(left)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cullen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/YCTE.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; face=&quot;cambria&quot;&gt;You Came Too Early&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;cambria&quot;&gt;❝ Love me when I least deserve it, because that&apos;s when I really need it.❞&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; ~ Swedish Proverb&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 1- That hot, drunken boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Bella at the end of the chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My heart almost stopped when I saw him. Sex hair and sparkly green eyes, he was smoking a cigarette and speaking with some girl I didn&apos;t know. He didn&apos;t seem as drunk anymore. [...] I could see them all looking back at me, Edward included. Half of his white shirt was still out of his jeans, and his gaze felt like burning. I fidgeted and waited for Seth to say his goodbyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/edward-.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://stewheart.tumblr.com/post/9511605182&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;© stewheart@tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/bell.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ohstewarts.tumblr.com/post/15269400026&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;© ohstewarts@tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Give Me Everything, by Pitbull (ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack &amp; Nayer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should, tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I might take you home with me if I could, tonight&lt;br /&gt;And baby, I&apos;ma make you feel so good tonight&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause we might not get tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will love, love you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything tonight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 3- Edward&apos;s side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlisle &amp; Esme&apos;s house in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The house was huge, with a double-door garage. Trees lined the yard, with red leaves. The neighbours were close, but the houses were all big and beautiful. This was a rich suburb.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/cullenhouse.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 5- His girls, angels &amp; muses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&apos;s nursery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The nursery was a hit, with yellow and pale purple walls, with a white crib and white furniture. It had pink colored blankets and framed pictures, and the wall lamps gave the whole room a princess-like look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/emmapurplenursery.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: These Are the Days, by Van Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;These are the days of the endless summer&lt;br /&gt;These are the days, the time is now&lt;br /&gt;There is no past, there’s only future&lt;br /&gt;There’s only here, there’s only now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days that will last forever&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to hold them in your heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 6- The beginning of the end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya Denali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I noticed a gorgeous woman standing by my ex-husband&apos;s side, with long blond hair, a pretty face and a gentle smile. [...] Oh, Tanya. Beautiful, flawless Tanya. She looked nice enough. And smart. And funny. I liked her already... and hated that I did. I don&apos;t know what I was expecting. Of course Edward wouldn&apos;t date some kind of bimbo, but still, this made it worse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/diannadaily-tumblr874081306.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://diannadaily.tumblr.com/post/874081306&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;© diannadaily@tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 7- It is the east, and Juliet is the sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet&apos;s nursery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Renee and Esme had decorated the room in light brown and beige, with the same white furniture we had for Emma. It looked very classy, but thanks to the big giraffe in the corner, it still looked suitable for a baby. Mom said we could add a touch of color into the blankets once the baby arrived, so it wouldn&apos;t look so unisex anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/julietgreennursery2.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Never Say Never, by The Fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Some things we don&apos;t talk about&lt;br /&gt;better do without&lt;br /&gt;just hold a smile&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t let me go&lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t let me go&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 8- The first day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward&apos;s house in Bervely Hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pale beige colored, it had that same orange rooftop that all southern habitations wore, here on the west coast. The house was surrounded by palm trees and bushes, its curved windows and wooden doors giving it a &apos;Mexican mansion&apos; look. It also seemed to be many-levelled.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/edwardhouse.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet&apos;s bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was a real cheerful bedroom, all pink and soft-green, very childish. It had this amazing installation under the window, full of cushions, where Juliet could play or read. The bed clothes were white with big pink and green dots, and the pink veil surrounding the head of the bed gave the whole room a princess look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/julietsbedroom.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&apos;s bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It looked so... so... teenage! [...] Unlike Juliet&apos;s colored bedroom, this one was mostly white, and soft. The theme here was the beach and the ocean. The bed clothes had a soft blue flower design, and a framed picture of a wave was hung close to the bed, along with some starfish. The furniture was made of some oldish wood. It was very clean and natural, the lustre on the ceiling making it look all very elegant. Behind her door I could see her yellow surfboard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/emmasroom.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward&apos;s bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the head of the bed stood a blown-up photograph of the girls when they were young. Jules was only a new-born baby, and a four-year-old Emma was kissing her tiny head. The photo was huge, twice as large as the bed. [...] dark wooden floor, dark wooden furniture and the rich honey-brown colored walls. I even noticed the beam on the ceiling. It looked very masculine, despite the picture of his daughters.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/bedroomedwardcopy.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 9- Family Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie Hale-McCarty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;With her being 5’10 and wearing high heels ninety percent of the time, it was a good thing that Emmett was so beef, making it to 6’4. She was looking particularly fine today, with her tight jeans, her black blouse and her long blond hair in a ponytail, sunglasses on her head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/flyingtaxis-tumblr.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://flyingtaxis.tumblr.com/post/20969165189&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;© flyingtaxis@tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry McCarty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Henry was their eighteen-month-old son. The perfect clone of Emmett, with big blue eyes and dark curls. Rosalie&apos;s pride and joy.&lt;/b&gt; -from chapter 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/henry.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 10- Explanations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella with Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I went with her, tucking her in. I closed her curtains to block the sun and went to sit beside her on the bed. [...] Emma smiled, reassured I understood her. &quot;I love you, mom.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I love you more,&quot; I said, kissing her again. I turned off her bedside lamp and left the room.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/chick-named-marylou.gif&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://chick-named-marylou.tumblr.com/post/25538008561&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;© chick-named-marylou@tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward&apos;d kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edward&apos;s kitchen was very beautiful and I was instantly jealous. It was pale and well lit, with a counter in the center, stools perched on one side of it, stainless appliances and a headboard of white look-alike bricks.&lt;/b&gt; -from chapter 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: the floor would be made of ceramic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/kitchenedwardcopy.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: The One That Got Away, by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BPOV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;It&apos;s time to face the music&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m no longer your muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in another life&lt;br /&gt;I would be your girl&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;d keep all our promises&lt;br /&gt;Be us against the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another life&lt;br /&gt;I would make you stay&lt;br /&gt;So I don&apos;t have to say&lt;br /&gt;You were the one that got away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 12- Eye-opener&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: I Hate Myself For Losing You, by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPOV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;It&apos;s killing me&lt;br /&gt;Inside, and&lt;br /&gt;Now I dread each day&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I can&apos;t be saved&lt;br /&gt;From the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Of living without you&lt;br /&gt;And, oh&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Not sure that I&apos;ll pull through&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for losing you&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m seeing it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for losing you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 13- The jet set life of my ex-husband&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella&apos;s dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[...] the cutest summer dress, forest green with leopard print. Its skirt was really short, the sleeves were ¾, with no cleavage apparent. Except for the sheer amount of legs I was going to show, it wasn’t a very revealing dress, [...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and Juliet&apos;s dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juliet’s was burgundy colored, its style inspired by a ballet dress. The skirt was doubled by a veil, a flower on her waist’s ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma’s dress was purple – which was her favorite color – with hundreds of little pearls on her bust and skirt. Her long red hair had been braid, a dark purple ribbon at the end of it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/dresses4july.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aro&apos;s yacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was this the yacht we were going on? Because it was freaking huge! Three decks high, 180’ feet long, it was all white and shiny and... expensive looking. The name “Precious Sulpicia” was written on its side in curvy handwriting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/aroyacht.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was cosy and luminous. The inside was vintage, all wood and cream colored. There was a bar made of massive dark wood with several stools and outside, the biggest couch stood under the roof made by the upper deck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/aroyachtcopy.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huge umbrellas shaded the sitting area. Several white sofas and couchs were at our disposal, a low table on the right and a bar on the left. Further away, I could see some steps that led to a jacuzzi, [...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/aroyachtcopy2.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 17- Confrontation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Just Give Me A Reason, by P!nk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Right from the start&lt;br /&gt;You were a thief you stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit&apos;s enough&lt;br /&gt;Just a second we&apos;re not broken just bent&lt;br /&gt;And we can learn to love again&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s in the stars&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s been written in the scars on our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re not broken just bent&lt;br /&gt;And we can learn to love again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 18- A long way to go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella&apos;s bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I [...] went to the last bedroom. It was a smaller version of the first bedroom, all cream, wood and baby-blue, with an armchair in the corner. It probably was the smallest room out of the five, but immediately I felt at home.&lt;/b&gt; -from chapter 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/bellabedroom.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward&apos;s staircase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next to it [the living room], a beautiful staircase made of ceramic and a black metal railing, curling its way to the second floor.&lt;/b&gt; -from chapter 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/staircase.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Rolling In The Deep, by Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t help feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 19- Eagerly awaiting... not!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &amp; Jasper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In half of their pictures they were either making funny faces or kissing. They didn&apos;t look like wedding pictures at all; but at least they both looked very much in love with each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/alicejaspercopy-2_zpsd9d940bd.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&apos;s building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This was The Century, one of the most luxurious condominium towers in Los Angeles. It was forty-two stories high, with panoramic views stretching from downtown L.A., all the way across to the Santa Monica Mountains and the Pacific Ocean. Of course, my sister being on the eleventh floor didn&apos;t quite have those specific views, yet she was paying way more than anyone should ever have to for this condo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/alicebuilding-2_zpsbb28a2c0.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&apos;s condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice&apos;s condo was the perfect mix between cozy and modern chic. Most of her furniture was white; her floors were dark, sometimes covered by dense carpets. The most incredible aspect of this place were the huge windows all around the rooms that gave way to the view of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen, dining room and great room, with the fireplace and Jasper&apos;s enormous collection of books, were all connected into one huge area, only marked out by the carpet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/aliceskitchen-2_zps8fa0eef5.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/alicelivingroom-2_zpsf381b1f0.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: One and Only, by Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I know it ain&apos;t easy, giving up your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody&apos;s perfect, trust me I&apos;ve learned it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 20- Hide and seek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward&apos;s pergola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone was gathered under the lightened pergola, around the fire, on the lawn chairs they had brought closer or on the new couches, their drinks in front of them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/pergolas-1_zpsaa4e1197.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 21- What feels right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella&apos;s clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At some point during the conversation my attention got diverted by Bella’s arrival. She was now wearing capri green pants that hung low on her hips, with some low profile sneakers and a simple grey top. Her hair was held back in a bun on top of her head. A brown belt at her waist completed the look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/bellasclothes_zpsba296a5f.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 23- The date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward &lt;blink&gt;MINUS THE BEER!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[...] grabbing something that had been stuck in the belt of his blue jeans, hidden by the bottom of his beige cable knit pullover – I was glad I hadn&apos;t overdressed; he looked classy but casual, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward took the bib and quickly tied it around his neck. I shook my head, laughing, but fascinated at the same. Only on Edward could this ridiculous bib look kind of hot. That hardly seemed fair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/edwardondate_zpsdb70366d.jpg&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella&apos;s clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&apos;d opted for grey jeans and my black, lace blouse that I&apos;d discarded for the Fourth of July party. I’d also tied my hair up in a loose ponytail. It was simple and cosy and made me feel like myself. Yet, by adding the pair of high heels Alice had gotten for me last week, it suddenly became kind of sexy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/bellaclothesdate_zpsd92a84ae.jpg&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This restaurant was a sort of seaside cottage with its white wood walls and shutters on the windows. Situated in Malibu, at the end of Sunset Boulevard, right on the Pacific Coast, it had an incredible view of the ocean, which I loved. It was huge, with distinct sections; there was a bar, a lounge, several dining rooms and a grand patio overlooking the surf. Surprisingly, it had a relaxed, family-oriented clientele.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/restaurantmalibu_zps9491f2f0.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/interior_zps37cdadbe.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/outside_zpscddaab76.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seafood tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/seafoodtower_zps299c3f68.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Say Something, by A Great Big World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Say something, I&apos;m giving up on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will swallow my pride&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re the one that I love&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something, I&apos;m giving up on you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 23- I promise I&apos;m worthy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: One and Only, by Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;161&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Edward&apos;s version would sound like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You&apos;ve been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I grow fonder every day,&lt;br /&gt;Lose myself in time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of your face&lt;br /&gt;God only knows&lt;br /&gt;Why it&apos;s taken me so long&lt;br /&gt;To let my doubts go&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know why I&apos;m scared, I&apos;ve been here before&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling, every word, I&apos;ve imagined it all,&lt;br /&gt;You never know if you never try&lt;br /&gt;To forgive your past and simply be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to let me be your, your one and only&lt;br /&gt;Promise I&apos;m worthy to hold in your arms&lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me the chance&lt;br /&gt;To prove that I&apos;m the one who can&lt;br /&gt;Walk that mile until the end starts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 30- Brand new ending&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&amp;E new house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He finally turned on to a street where all the squared architecture houses were close to each other, not very wide, but high with many floors. I knew where we were, and I looked at Edward in astonishment. &quot;A beach house?!&quot; [...] The house was white, looked nice, and even though it didn&apos;t stand out, I liked it already.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/house_zpsimxuynyd.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&amp;E new neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[...] but I just loved how most of their tiny backyards lead directly to the beach. [...] the effervescence and energy that a unique neighborhood like Venice Beach procured. [...] Its small, white fence had a door that opened between two huge palm trees and led to the public beach across the bike line.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/new%20neighbohor_zpsykkojbpu.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the walls were white, making it look very blank, but contemporary and classic, with hard wood floors and ceiling, and a black metal railing for the stairs. The open-concept room contained a living room with a modern fireplace, a dining room and a nice, chef-appointed kitchen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/open%20concept_zpsn259lpmy.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and a black metal railing for the stairs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/stairs_zpsjvjh6odj.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&apos;s new bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[...] was a huge, beautiful bedroom with a view on the ocean at an angle [...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/emma%20room_zpsjoe2tlpm.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet&apos;s new bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first bedroom was for Juliet. With an exceptionally soft carpet and a patio door that led to her own deck, I knew instinctively that my little goofball would pick this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: the floor would be made of carpet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/elliania_kat/juliet%20room_zpslhvrbo0o.png&quot; loading=&quot;lazy&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezzanine &amp; skylight window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The third floor was a mezzanine, consisting mostly of a hallway with on one side a wall with three doors, and on the other side, the handrail. 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