This is my first story, so please bear with me. I understand constructive criticism, but please no hateful comments!

Twilight and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, not me. We all know that.

BPOV

I was sitting on my bed, just playing on my computer, when I hear my phone vibrate. I sigh, grabbing it. It's from Edward, my best friend since first grade.

Been kicked out of my house. Need place to stay. Can u help?

I'm not surprised at his request; we've always been there for each other, and I'm not about to stop now.

Sure. U can stay here, no prob.

I put down the phone. Now, I know what you're all thinking: why didn't she ask permission? Well, I have my own place. He lives with his buddies, Emmett McCarty and Jasper Whitlock. Apparently, something happened tonight. Something BIG.

Ten minutes later, I hear a knock on the door. Sighing again, I leave my beloved laptop to open the thing and there is Edward, with two bags of who-knows-what on either side of him.

"Dude! When you asked for a place to stay, I figured it would be, like, a few days from now, not NOW!" I laugh, completely surprised.

He just smiles. "Hello to you to. And anyway, you know that I don't own very much stuff. Packing it all up doesn't take very long." I stand there, unable to move, too caught off guard to move. "…Can I come in?" He asks quietly.

"Oh! Yes, of course!" I say, a little bit too loudly, realizing that I just stood in front of a door making a complete idiot of myself. I shut the door behind him as he enters. "So what exactly happened tonight?"

He pauses, utterly still, and then shakes his head. "Long, very boring and pointless story. You'd fall asleep listening to it." He turns around to look at me. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, I was just giving my computer a little bit more attention than it needs." As if on cue, the computer whirs loudly. We laugh.

"I guess it's missing your company, Bella." Edward says. I shrug, going over and shutting it down. "Well, I know where you are going to tell me to put my stuff, so I guess I'll go unpack?"

"Um, yeah. You need any help?"

"No, I got it."

"Well, I'm gonna crash. Night!" I call over my shoulder, heading to my room. I quickly change and crawl under the covers. So, Edward is living with me now. Why do I feel so weird about that? I slowly feel myself drifting, but I never fully fall asleep. I'm aware when Edward finally goes to bed, yet I can't bring myself to fully care. Only when that damn dog across the street starts to bark at one in the morning do I come back to consciousness, now with sweat making my clothes stick to me. Why the hell am I sweating? I manage to think as I crawl out of bed.

I make my way over to the bathroom; the only thing I can think about is the fact that I need a shower. I flick on the light and suddenly realize that that is way too bright for me right now, flicking it back off. I don't bother to shut the door; I just turn on the water, quickly remove my clothes, and step into the steady stream of water. I soon become relieved of the irritating stickiness, stepping out and drying myself off.

I hang up the towel, and suddenly the light flips on.

"OH MY GOD!" Edward yells, covering his eyes as I grab for the towel, blushing and wrapping it around me. My eyes drift down to his pants, which are halfway down on his thighs, and I blush harder, screaming "OH MY GOD" right back. I remove my eyes from their current placement and I hear him mumble 'what?' and look down realizing what I had been referring to, quickly covering himself as well.

"Well, GOODNIGHT!" I yell, running down the hall, the last thing I see is Edward blushing as red as a tomato.

Huddling under my blankets, it's hard to fall asleep again. As embarrassing as it was just seeing 'it', the fact that 'it' was, well, you know…was enough to make me blush AGAIN.