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I refused to spend another moment without Isabella by my side. She was being weird for no reason. We both knew the Cullen's secret now, so there was no longer any reason for her to dodge me.
I knocked on her door two days after my date with Emmett. Her car was in the drive and Charlie went fishing with Henry and Billy, so it was the perfect opportunity for us to talk freely without anyone overhearing what they shouldn't overhear. I had texted her prior to showing up asking if we could talk and she said yes.
Bella answered the door after a moment and her eyes widened in surprise as she took me in. "Liv, I-uh, how are you?" She smiled awkwardly before letting me in.
"I'm fine, Is, how are you?" I asked, moving over to the couch where we each sat at one end of it.
"Good," She stared at me for a moment, not saying anything. She was twiddling her thumbs, looking uncomfortable and out of place.
I let out a sigh, feeling bad for making her squirm. "Look, I'm not mad that you kept the Cullen's secret from me, okay? I understand why you couldn't tell me."
Bella let out a breath and I watched her face relax instantaneously. "Oh thank god, I was worried you were going to hate me. I swear I wanted to tell you, but Edward made me promise and Rosalie, well she's pretty scary so--"
I reached over and grabbed her hands in mine, "Is, it's fine, okay? The only part about it all that hurt was the fact that you were ignoring me, it felt like you were so wrapped up in Edward that you were going to allow his secret to ruin our friendship."
Bella shrugged, "I didn't know how to be around you without feeling guilty about lying."
I sighed and let go of her hands, "I guess I can understand that." It hurt that she felt so nonchalant about nearly breaking off our friendship. While I was upset and hurt by the distance she'd put between us, she was more focused on pleasing Edward than mending things with me.
Still, it wasn't worth dwindling on. We both knew the Cullen's secret, which meant there was now only one thing hidden between us--and unlike her I had no problem keeping a secret and still maintaining our friendship.
So, I pulled a smile and relaxed into the sofa, "so, tell me about Edward."
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