Edward Cullen was a thinker. To think he wasn't was an insult to him, because just look around his room, his locker, his school notebooks with the many doodles on it, and you could see that his imagination was that of a little kid. It was wild and free and so unpredictable. But since hearing Bella's thoughts in his own head, his thinking had reduced down to a minimum.

He made his way back home at a very fast speed, the volume of the radio turned up to full blast so he could live without the persistent thinking of Bella for just a moment. The radio didn't help, though, and as he drove, her thoughts still came through to his head.

Edward? Edward, don't ignore me! We have to talk about this. We have to figure out what's happening. Edward! At least say something so I know you're still there.

Edward shook his head in annoyance. Since spending a full school day with her trapped in his head, he wished that he could have anybody, anybody, think his thoughts if it wasn't her; he was that annoyed.

Edward?

Bella, you've been blabbering all day. Could you give it a rest? Please? My head is starting to hurt.

He heard Bella gasp, but she stayed quiet.

Just stay like that…until I tell you to talk again.

You don't control when and when not I can think!

Please? Edward pleaded, a smile of relief crossing over his face when he saw his house approaching.

I'm not going to follow you're commands. I have control over my own thoughts as you do with yours.

Fine. But I still think it would be nice to just have a peaceful moment every once in a while. Yes, Trish is here!

Edward pulled up to his driveway and hurried out, running into his girlfriend's arms.

"Trish! I thought you were spending the school year in Rome! Why are you back so soon?"

Trish? Who is this Trish person?

Trish and Edward had been going out since the eighth grade. To say they were in love was an understatement; they were much more than that. But this year, Trish had been planning on studying in Rome, to Edward's disproval. And seeing her back in the states, standing right in front of him, looking good as always, was like heaven to Edward.

Oh my god. Trish, Trish, Trish, Trish, Trish.

Trish was tall and thin, with blond hair with streaks of brown highlights, and big baby-like blue eyes. Edward felt like he could stare at her all day and as they stood there, arms around each other, they looked into each others eyes, showing how the distance between them for the past months had affected them.

"I've missed you," Trish whispered, leaning over and kissing Edward on the lips.

Uh! What's going on over there?

Nothing. Stay out of it.

Well, I'm having a hard time since all you're thinking about it making out with this Trish person!

Edward moved away from Trish slowly. The thought of Bella made him not want to kiss her anymore. He had no privacy.

"What's wrong?" Trish asked, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

"We can do this later," Edward said hastily, giving her a wink. "Come on, let's go catch up."

They hooked arms and started walking towards the house.

You better not do anything later.

You can't control what I do.

Fine. But just remember. Whatever you do…I can hear you. I'm right here the whole time.

That is not a soothing thought to me.

Me neither. Especially since I'm going on a date tonight.

You? On a date?

Yes, I have a life.

Well then, I guess I won't be looking forward to hearing your thoughts later on too.

Shut up. I'm not a pervert.

Edward chuckled and Trish looked at him skeptically.

"What?"

"Nothing," Edward said, opening the door and entering his beautiful home. "I'm just looking forward to something."