BPOV

It was my first night in this house. It was windy and raining. After the banging of a headboard against the wall went away (I think it was coming from Emmett's room) the loudest snoring I had ever heard in my life started up. Also from Emmett's room. With the high-pitched wheeze to it I'd say it was Rosalie. That was almost as creepy how loud Emmett was in the sack. I mean, I'd heard male screamers in my fifteen, almost sixteen years, but nothing like this.

At three in the mourning I was still awake. Sign, I'd never been good at sleeping in new environments. That and I can't sleep in a room alone. In my other foster homes things were a bit crowded. I know what to do though, about the new environment thing, at least. There is one place in every house I've ever lived in that's just about the same. It's the hallway. It feels safe there. Familiar.

So, I got out of bed, walked out my door and sat down in the foyer, leaning against a bit of wall not taken up by a door. I just sat there with my chin resting on my knees for who knows how long. I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard footsteps coming towards me.

"What are doing out here?" Edward asked.

"Trying to sleep," I mumbled with extreme annoyance.

"In the hall?"

"Halls are normal, every house has one,"

"Every house has bedrooms, too,"

"I can't sleep by myself, I never have and I doubt I ever will,"

He was silent long enough for me to look up at him. He was wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants, leached colorless by the dim light. You could clearly see his scars.

"Come sleep in my room,"

I knew I should be saying no because I had known him or a total of a day, but he was different. I trusted him. What a strange feeling.

"Ok," I mumbled and let him help me up. He then led me into his room.

It had the professional feel of an office with the unnaturally cleanness and organization. There were CD's everywhere on the walls and an expensive looking sound system in the corner. One whole wall was glass.

He tugged me over to his king sized bed and sat down before sliding over and pulling me down with him. I went limp so me pulled the sheets over us both. I would have been able to sleep like that just fine, but then he put his hand over my side and pulled me close enough so his chest was pressed against my back. I was in heaven.

Short, I know, but the next one will be longer, maybe, if I get a lot of reviews.