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"Yeah, every egg that I eat is a little bit sweet."

"SWEET?! What planet are you from?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes, "I swear!"

I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow.

"Whatever!" I sung.

I poured in 2 cups of water, stirred the egg.

"Water, are you sure?" James asked.

"Yeah, water loosen the egg, making it soft and not stiff." I said, talking like a teacher teaching a dumb kid.

"Soft?" James asked like he never hear that word before.

"Yeah, but we don't want it too soft so you put in flour. My cooking teacher said that flour and water together make things that are not too soft and not too stiff." I said.

"Ok, just remind me not to eat that so - called omelet."

"Hey! I don't insult your cooking skills! So don't insult mine, unless you want me to comment on everything you do!" I said, pointing my 'urner at him.

He held up his hand to show that he surrendered.

I stirred the pan and next thing you know, it was a blob of light brow clay looking thing in the pan.

James laughed.

I blushed and silently threw the egg away.

"Let the pro handle this." James said, pushing me aside.

"The 'pro', huh?" I asked.

"Yep, step aside, let Chief James walk through!" he said.

I laughed.

He put the butter and cracked the egg like he had lived in the kitchen his whole life. He put the sugar and salt in the egg.

"Why are you putting salt when you asked me not to?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Because it can taste salty and sweet, but I put in more sugar than salt." he said. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

He poured in cornstarch and started stirring it.

"Why are you putting cornstarch?"

"That's is how you get the white color."

I raised my eyebrows.

He put in butter. According to him, he said that butter makes it soft.

He closed the lid and we waited for 20 minutes.

"It's not finish cooking, yet."

"Than, when will be it finished?"

"I don't know."

"Ever I, the - not - so - good - at - cooking - person know that an omelet does not take that long to cook." I said.

He opened the lid again and it was one ugly omelet. Ugly.

"I don't think that is edible." I whispered pointing at the omelet.

He threw that away.

"You know what? I think I cook better than you." I said, taking the turner from James's hands.

"What?! That is not true." James said, taking the turner back.

"Is too."

"Is not!"

"Give it back." I said, giving a hard yank.

"No way, you were the one wasting the egg!"

"Are you joking? Who in this world put cornstarch in their omelet!? Cornstarch!!" I said.

"SO? Who puts SALT in their omelet?" he asked, yanking the turner towards him.

"Give it to me!"

"No, give it to - "

"James? Vanessa?" a voice asked.

I squeaked, letting go off the turner that James was yanking back, as a result he fell on his back.

"Jason?" I asked, scratching my head, "Morning?"

He looked from me to James and back.

"What are you guys doing here?"

I blushed, "Trying to . . . cook some omelet to eat . . . But I guess I will stick with the granola bars." I said.

I grabbed the granola bars and existed the kitchen.

Why didn't I just eat the granola bars in the very first place???!!

I handed one of the granola bars to James.

"Jason, do you want one?" I asked, turning around.

He scoffed and turned his heels and said "No."

I frowned, "What's up with him?"

James shrugged.

"B.P." I said.

"What?! What is that?"

"It stands for Boy Period."

James snorted, taking a bite of the granola bar. I grinned.

~~

"James did you notice how Jason have been acting these past 3 days?" I asked James, frowning.

Ever since the Night of Engagement, Jason seemed more distant than before.

He stopped talking to me and he didn't walk into our bedroom once, not even once! He barely even look my way. I

feel like he was avoiding me and that really makes me sad.

Did I do something wrong?

Is it because we are engaged and I still haven't apologize to him about what happened?

Is it because I said something wrong at the Night of Engagement Speech?

Would is because I didn't introduce my parents to him?

"I guess." James said, looking at Jason as he walked out of the living room.

"Did you do something to him?" I asked, looking at James.

James widened his eyes and held up his hand, surrendering.

"WHAT?!" he said, "I didn't do a single time to him."

"Than why is he acting like that?" I frowning, staring at the flat screen TV in the living room.

"When he is acting like that, it means that he is mad." James said, looking at me.

"At what?!" I asked.

He shrugged, "You have to ask him yourself."

"What?!" I said, looking at him, "Me?"

"Yeah, bye, I got to go check on Jen."

He got up and left the living room, leaving me alone.

I sighed, I wished I was like James and Jen. I was jealous of them for being such a happy couple, I sure they haven't even fought once.

I turned my attention back to the movie. I was just watching Twilight Breaking Dawn by myself.

It took me a while to figure out that they were playing my favorite part; when it is Bella's wedding.

I wish my love life was almost like Bella's and Edward's - at least something like it.

Everyone's love life seems perfect . . . except for mine.

I watched as Bella watched down the aisle. She nervously clutched the white flowers in the bouquet.

She slowly walked down the aisle.

The beautiful white dress was so lovely.

The screen changed and it showed her ring. Her ring was full of diamonds, just like the promise ring -

"The promise ring . . . . Was he still mad because of that??" I whispered to myself.

"No, no, no, that was a super long time ago. He pretty isn't mad." I said, shaking my head, "And it's probably the cheapest ring he find in the jewelry store. . . "

"But, it has a really big rock on it. . . it's probably expensive." I said back.

"No, but he's not mad about it, yeah, he's not mad." I repeated.

Why do I feel like I have to make myself believe it?

I shook my head.

Who cares about it?

I asked myself.

I breathed in deeply and exhaled with a loud huff.

Soon, the next time I know, I got up from the couch and ran upstairs. I grabbed a coat that looked really, really warm, that reached up to my knees and threw it over my shoulders.

I pulled on my rainboots and ran outside.

I looked around. I entered the forest that I had once entered. I walked as far into the forest as possible. I tried to use my werewolf sense to see if there is any danger.

I looked around.

Where can that dumb ass ring be?

I thought, feeling frustrated. I don't really know why I was feeling that way - it was either because I was out in the forest all by myself with nobody to help me out or it was because I can't find the ring in this humongous ass forest.

I sighed, stomping around, I walked farther and farther in, praying that I could find the ring somehow.

Why did I throw it out? I could fake throw it instead!!

I punched myself mentally.

I continued walking, I didn't know for how long, but it felt like years and my stomach was rumbling.

I sighed and sat on one of the truck roots that was sticking out.

Why did I do this to myself? Why did I do this to myself?

I asked myself.

I leaned on the tree trunks. I fell like sleeping, I was really tired from all of the walking. My stomach rumbled again, but louder.

No one is going to save me this time if I die.

I thought and instantly the memory of the time Jason saved me when I nearly died came back to me.

I didn't really know what happened, but that memory make me got up on my feet, making me more determined to find the ring than ever.

I walked around the forest again. I don't even know how far I was in the forest. I continued to walk, until I felt really coat. Even if the coat looks warm, it wasn't actually warm. there might be fur on the outside, but on the inside it was just a piece of string.

I made a mental note to myself to beg Beth and Sunny to buy me more warm clothes (if I get out of this forest).

I hugged myself, trying to keep the warmth before I get hypothermia.

I sat on the forest ground and hugged myself to keep warm.

I prayed, Please . . . I have to find the ring . . . I have to find the ring . . . Where is it?? Where did it go?? Did I really throw it that far? I don't want to die from hypothermia and I really want to find the ring

I squeezed my myself and closed my eyes. I tried to get my hands into my sleeves so that they could stay warm.

I opened my eyes and looked up.

What time is it??

I tried to look through the tree's leaves, but I didn't see any daylight - 

Something flashed in my vision. I winced, rubbing my eyes.

What the hell was that?

I thought, starting to get grumpy.

I squinted my eyes and looked up again. Again it flashed again, but this time my eyes didn't hard. I squinted hard.

. . . . I stood there for a long time trying to figure what that flashy thing was . . .

Is that a ring? . . . Is that a diamond? . . . Is it a diamond ring? . . .

I rubbed my eyes and looking at it again.

"It's the ring!!" I said, smiling, "I found it. How did I not notice that?"

I smiled at it for a second, but reality stuck me.

How do I get when it is all the way up there?

The only way was climbing the tree. Good thing, my mom signed me up for outdoor camp once - which I really hated.

I don't know what is happening to me, but I took of my rainboots and coat even though I was literally freezing my butt off.

Still shivering, I climbed onto the first branch and I continued to climb and climb. Thank God I didn't forget how to climb a tree, yet.

I made another mental note to myself to write a 10 page letter saying thank you to mom.

I continues to climb, until I was right next to the ring.

I shivered from the cold and my knee trembled beneath me.

I grinned.

"I found you!" I whispered and with my red, numb fingers, I slowly took the ring from the branch that it was inserted in.

I curled my hands into a ball and brought it against my chest. I smiled, I uncurled my fist and slid the ring into the finger that Jason put the ring in.

I slowly climbed down and my teeth chattered from the exposure of coldness.

I slowly lowered myself to the ground and numbly put on my sock, rainboots and coat.

I breathed hot air on to my fingers and rubbing them quickly together, hoping to get them warm.

I took off the ring, afraid to lose it again when I am walking around the forest.

Not knowing which direction to go, I just walked blindly in a direction, hoping that I was walking the right way.

Suddenly, there was a cry of my name, "Vanessa!"

"Vanessa!"

Who is that? Is that Jason?

"Vanessa?"

"Jason?" I said, faintly.

"Vanessa, are you out here?"

"Jason! I am here!" I cried back.

"Vanessa, where are you? Don't move, ok?"

"Ok." I cried back, not knowing which direction to shout at.

"Vanessa?"

"Yeah?" Jason's voice was coming closer and closer.

Just before he appeared, I quickly slipped the ring off of my finger, I just didn't want him to know that I was out here looking for his ring. I was looked stupid.

"Hey," I said, not knowing what to say.

"What are you doing out here?" Jason asked, getting