So it's been more than a week. I suck, I know. No time for excuses, but I've been really busy and I did say weekly updates. So, I'm sorry. Thank you all so, so, so much for the reviews/alerts. I love the little emails I get about a review alert; it makes me feel good. Anyway, this chapter is just some banter between Bella and Edward, nothing dramatic. Yet. I was wondering though, do ya'll want more Bella/Edward moments, or do you mind if I kick up the pace and bring the dramatics? Just let me know. I'm really tired and i know I'm forgetting something, but oh well. Thanks again.

~Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters; I'm simply borrowing them~

~Song of the Chapter: Hot'n Cold by Katy Perry~

Previously: That night I had the best night's sleep in two years, wrapped in Edward's embrace as if today never happened, as if we were made for each other.

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning with Edward's arms wrapped tightly around my body, his hands playing with my hair. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice full of sleep.

"Morning," I sighed in content. Last night had been one of the best night's sleep I've had in a very long time, but of course it was because of Edward.

"Sleep good?" He asked, his voice sounding velvet smooth. I nodded into the crook of his neck and let out a deep breath which must have tickled him because he let out some sort of giggle/laugh.

"What are we doing today," I asked him, my voice muffled as I still was nuzzled into his neck.

"I was thinking nothing," he answered and started to rub circles on my back which felt so good. "How about we order some pizza and lounge around all day, take a break from reality. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," I said and smiled at him.

A few moments passed and I decided I should get out of bed to at least take a shower but as I made a move out of Edward's arms, he tightened them around me and asked in a tense voice, "And where do you think you're going?"

A slight chill ran down my spine at the tone of his voice; that same tone he would use when his possessiveness over me became overbearing towards me. "Going to take a shower," I said in a soft voice, and tried to wiggle my way out of his arms but he only tightened them further.

"No. Not yet at least. Let's spend some more time in bed," he murmured. I rolled my eyes at him even though he couldn't see, but complied none the less.

My mind started to drift away and a thought occurred to me: I still didn't know why Edward distanced himself away from me when he went off to college. I deserved to know why, so I did the most obvious thing to do in a situation like mine; I asked him.

Edward was rubbing circles on my back as I questioned him, "Why haven't I heard from you much in the past two years?"

His rubbing came to a halt and I could feel him tense. "What're you talking about," he asked, feigning ignorance.

I rolled out of his arms and sat up in bed so I could look him in the eye as I spoke, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. I think I deserve to know why you became so cold."

His body demeanor suddenly changed and his eyes turned cold as he narrowed them at me, those green eyes piercing, "I became cold? Bella I can't recall you ever trying to contact me. Ever. And whenever I called the house to speak with you, Carlisle or Esme would always say you were out with friends. Please enlighten me on what I was supposed to do to keep in touch with you, when you were always out with friends."

"I have a cell phone," I mumbled, and looked away from him. His anger was escalating, I knew I was testing his patience if I kept going on with the topic but I couldn't help it. I never could.

He snorted at my comment, "Like you would've answered it. That damn thing is never on; I don't even know why you bother with it."

I glared him and knowing this conversation was going nowhere fast, I decided to end it. "I was trying to have an adult conversation with you Edward, but because that's impossible I'm going to go take a shower now," I said coldly.

I got up and out of his bed and stalked out of his room without another word, slamming his door on the way out.

He could be so damn infuriating at times. And his mood swings could give me whiplash. One minute he could be peaceful and in content, then the next minute he could be going absolutely crazy. I asked Carlisle a few years ago if Edward was bi-polar, but he shot down the thought, saying Edward's erratic mood swings were most likely hormonal. I soon nicknamed his moments of mood swings as Edward's man period. Let's just say he wasn't too pleased to hear that.

Once I was in my bedroom, I walked into my bathroom and turned the shower water on hot, then quickly stripped of my pajamas, throwing them in my over-flowing laundry basket. I quickly glanced in the mirror and noticed that my hair looked like a mess, and seriously needed a good rinse and repeat, which it got.

After my shower I got dressed in a pair of black leggings and a grey loose sweater because it was rather chilly in the house. I brushed my teeth, then towel dried my hair to the best of my abilities, not in the mood to blow-dry it.

I glanced at the clock and notice it was ten till' eleven, and decided I should at least eat something. I walked out of my room and noticed that Edward's door was still closed, but I could hear the shower running in his bathroom.

I walked down to the kitchen and glanced at the coffee maker, debating whether or not I felt like making some. I decided not to, I would just make a trip to starbuck's later today. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured myself some orange juice. I sat at the countertop, drinking my orange juice, trying to decide what I wanted to eat.

I wasn't particularly hungry, so I just sliced a green apple and ate that with some peanut butter. As I took a bite, I could feel Edward's presence behind me as he spoke, "I hope that's not the only thing you're eating."

I tensed and narrowed my eyes at him as he set up the coffee maker. "Mind your own business," I snapped at him.

"You are my business now," he spoke calmly as he added the coffee grinds to the machine. Asshole. I thought to myself.

"Maybe I'm just not hungry," I said, which was very much true.

He turned to me and gave me an incredulous look, "Bella you must be hungry. I don't think you understand how skinny you have gotten since the last time I saw you; I doubt you barely weigh one-hundred pounds."

"I weigh one-hundred and seven do be exact," I pointed out to him and smirked.

He rolled his eyes, then turned back to the coffee machine. "I thought we were done with the arguing," he said flatly.

I huffed as I finished off my apple, "Yeah, well that was before you decided to act like a petulant child."

"Me? You were the one who went running out of my room like an immature toddler who didn't get their way," he snapped. He grabbed his coffee and a few chocolate donuts from the pantry, and sat across from me at the countertop.

We both sat there-staring at each other-waiting for the other to make some sort of apology towards the other. I raised a pointed eyebrow at him, indicating him to make the first move because I sure as hell wasn't going to.

More time passed as we sat in an uncomfortable silence, staring at each other like hawks preying on their food. Finally he made some kind of grunting noise and muttered, "Sorry."

I smirked at him, "Sorry for what?"

He glared at me but none the less answered, "I'm sorry for acting like an ass."

"Apology accepted. Now pass me one of those donuts, please."

"Come on Edward, just put Little Miss Sunshine on instead. If it's any consolation, The Breakfast Club has lost its touch," I groaned at him as he fiddled around with the DVD player.

After our little tiff from this morning and once I accepted his apology along with a donut, we were back to normal again, like always. After I talked him into taking me to Starbucks sometime around noon, once we got home, we settled into the theatre room and started our movie marathon with Jerry Maguire.

"Bella! Don't ever say The Breakfast Club has lost its touch. You're practically insulting the movie itself by wanting to replace it with Little Miss Sunshine," he spoke, his back turned to me as he put a movie into the DVD player.

I threw a throw pillow across the room and smirked as he hit him on the head dead on. He turned quickly around and shot me a glare, "Did you just throw a pillow at me?"

I smiled innocently at him and spoke sweetly, "Maybe."

The movie had started already and he stalked towards me like a predator. "Edward, what're you doing?"

He smiled sinfully at me as he neared closer and grabbed a pillow from the large leather couch across from my seat. Shit. I panicked and searched for a pillow of my own, but they were all across the room on the other couch.

He walked to me and smirked as he held the pillow over his head, ready to retaliate. "Say you're sorry," he stated.

"I'm sorry."

It seemed as if he pondered over my apology then suddenly he laughed. "Not good enough."

I prepared myself to be attacked by a pillow, instead I was attacked by strong hands tickling my sides. "Edward stop! You know how ticklish I am," I laughed hard, losing my breath. "Exactly. I need a real apology," he said as he hovered over me on the couch, still tickling me like a devil as I squirmed and laughed underneath him.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry," I choked out.

He stopped suddenly and smiled down at me, still hovering. "Apology accepted. Now, time to watch grandpa and the goddamn fucking chicken."

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