Disclaimer: I own the DVDs of Original Sin and Twilight; along with the series…I do not own any of the characters or such things. That's all Stephenie Meyer

A/N: I have three chapters and a bunch of reviews so far which is freaken awesome. I love you all and the women at TLYDF, thank you so much for fighting over me! I am so honored. And as always, thank you to my wonderful beta Sobriquet Queen.

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I ended up spending most of the night playing the piano. Bed was my original intent, but when I got upstairs the piano was just sitting there, calling to me. The notes just flowed through my fingers until I finally forced myself to stop, reminding myself of what was in store for me the next day: my first full day with Bella.

A good four hours of sleep later, I woke up at seven and waited around, praying that even if Bella wasn't an early riser, she was all sleeped out by now. Unable to think of anything else, I began to make breakfast. Pancakes seemed like the obvious choice so I started searching through the cupboards to get the ingredients together.

"Breakfast too?" I jumped a little, surprised to see Bella smiling at me from the kitchen entrance. "You definitely are not what I was expecting, Edward."

I tried to smile back, but something about that statement unnerved me. "Expecting?"

She chuckled a little as she came up to sit on the counter. "Edward… Anyone who's ever picked up a paper knows who you are. You've been surrounded by money your whole life. I mean, the Masens, the Cullens, the Platts… each family contributing to the millions and millions and mill-"

"Ok, I get it. I try not to look at the papers any more." One can only hear about 'poor little Edward Masen' so much. When they started to write articles about the millionaire bachelor who barely had a date, asking questions about my mental state since my parent's deaths, writing about drugs and alcohol that I was apparently doing (I learned quickly that drinking wasn't a good idea for me, and I had never touched a cigarette let alone a drug in my life), I lost all interest.

"I don't really blame you. Last I heard you were secretly married to Britney Spears." She laughed it off and I smiled at her joke.

"Oh yes, I keep her in my basement. I can't keep her anywhere else since she randomly breaks out into song." I cringed at my lame joke before going back to the pancake batter. This conversation could turn bad quickly since I wasn't the only one from my family who was in the papers. If there was one thing I did not want to discuss this morning, it was my parents.

We started to cook together, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that Bella knew her way around the kitchen as well. We ended up with more than either of us could eat, just enjoying each other's company as we cooked. It was comfortable. It was right. It helped to confirm my suspicions that she definitely belonged here.

We sat down to eat among our eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and pancakes. She cleared her throat, and I watched her as she smiled at me. "OK, it's time."

"Time for what?" I asked, confused.

"Time to get to know your roommate!" She looked so excited as she declared this and I couldn't help but laugh. I wondered idly, what exactly does getting to know your roommate entail? My thoughts went back to our earlier conversation and I couldn't help the anxiety that built in my chest. Well, hopefully this would be a more lighthearted day. I feigned a serious look and waved my hand telling her to go on. "OK… First things first… How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

Between the question and the look on her face, I burst out laughing. Well, there went any of my suspicions. "Are you serious?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically. "I know who you are, but if we're going to be living together I need to who you are."

"…and the age I lost my virginity will tell you that?" I asked, amused by her logic.

"Well, yes. In a way. I mean, this is the first of many personal questions that I have for you." She said with the utmost confidence. I couldn't help but get nervous again. "Unless you're going to try to tell me you're a virgin."

I raised an eyebrow. "Would you believe me?"

"Nope."

I laughed. "Seventeen."

"What?"

"Seventeen. I was seventeen when I lost it." I responded. I wanted to ask her the same question in return but it felt incredibly wrong. I was raised a certain way; asking a girl when she lost her virginity most definitely wasn't a part of that.

She nodded her head. "A cute guy like you, I would have thought it would have been younger."

I shrugged. "I was a bit of a dork when I was younger."

She grinned back at me. "Who was she?"

I finished chewing a piece of bacon before continuing. I would need to tread lightly here. "A girl from High School, Angela Weber. One of the purest souls I'd ever met, I don't think she had a bad thing to say about anyone. We went out for a few months before it happened, and we didn't really last long after that. We remained friends though. I still see her occasionally."

It was a censored version. I decided it was all she would get.

"You?" The gentlemen in me cringed. I'm sure her questions will get more personal anyway, may as well get an answer where you can.

She flinched. OK, maybe this was one-sided questioning. "Sixteen. How many women have you been with?"

I groaned. "Including Angela?"

She nodded.

"Three."

She then spent some time wondering out loud how a twenty eight year old, rich, good looking guy could have only ever slept with three women. One of which, she said, barely counted since it was a disaster of a one-night stand.

Yes, this was going to be a very interesting day.

By lunch she knew almost every date I'd ever been on, any girlfriends I'd ever had, and a bunch of other inane random facts about me. I knew barely anything about her. Anytime I tried to retaliate with a personal question she would answer curtly and quickly move on. The only answers I wanted regarded Friday night and I was quickly finding that those weren't going to come for a while.

Well, I could at least have one answer. "So, it just hit me that I don't even know your full name."

I was putting our lunch together as I asked, certain that this was among the easier of my questions. Granted, I had been sure that asking where she was from would be an easy one as well. But this was her name. How hard of a question could that be?

She seemed just as hesitant to answer.

"Isabel… Isabel Dwyer."

I nodded my head, unsure of how to respond. Hesitance. Again. Another wall. Should I know her name? Was she like me? I rushed through names in my head, trying to think of anywhere I had heard it. Nope, I was positive the name was new to me. Is it even real? But what reason did she have to lie?

"I much prefer Bella, though."

I turned to her and tried to smile, signaling for us to go to the table. "Bella it is then." If she saw the strain in my smile, she didn't comment. We began to eat in silence before she decided it was time for more questions.

"So, how does your family respond to your relationship status?"

I sighed. And we're back to this again. "My Aunt Esme wishes I would find someone and settle down. Half of my dates were her or Alice's doing. The best was the few months that they were convinced I was gay, that took a while to convince them otherwise."

She almost spat out her drink at that one. I waited for her to stop laughing and then raised an eyebrow at her, making it quite clear that there would be no more to that conversation. She took another bite of her sandwich before a thoughtful look appeared on her face. Here it comes… "Alright, I have to ask… Rosalie Hale?"

"False." But the tabloids loved that rumor. "Don't get me wrong, she's a beautiful girl and we are very good friends but that was more our families wanting another great match to add to this growing empire." I said the last part in a sarcastic tone knowing she would get it. My family history was borderline arranged, the Hales and the Masen(-Cullen)'s would have made complete sense.

"I was honestly wondering when her name would come up earlier. I was surprised when it didn't. I mean, she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." She replied, referencing the earlier questioning about my romantic history.

I shrugged again. "I guess. She's not really my type. I prefer brune…"

I stopped myself and looked down.

"So, leggy blondes aren't really your type then?"

I chanced a look back at her and my eyes widened. Even through the bruises I could see the intent in her eyes. Was she flirting with me? Yes... I think she is. I cleared my throat. "No, not really."

Please don't ask. Please don't ask.

"So…what is your type?" Those brown eyes were clouded over with something I didn't think I could handle at the moment. This whole thing was going somewhere I didn't even want to think about. Quickly, I decided to take control.

"No, no. I think we're done with your game. It's my turn now."

Her eyes became a wall again as she watched me suspiciously. I ignored it. Grabbing both of our plates I dumped them into the sink and walked back into the dining room. She raised an eye brow as I pulled out her chair, and shrieked when I picked her up. "Edward! I thought we agreed I can walk!"

"We're going upstairs," I replied.

"Oh? What's upstairs?"

I ignored any suggestion in her tone.

"It's time we discuss my favorite pastime. Music."

She'd been completely amazed by my music room, looking through all my CDs, commenting on many. It was amazing how similar our tastes were. Whether it be rock music or classical, her range was as great as my own. As strange as it sounded, I could feel our connection growing as we spoke together, this time without any walls. This was Bella.

We spoke about movies, books, and even schooling. School was a mostly one-sided conversation on my part. Once we got beyond High School she shut down. Again, I decided not to push. She would come to trust me on her own time. I hoped.

We were making our way downstairs to begin dinner when the doorbell rang. I placed her on the couch and frowned towards the door.

"Expecting company?"

Am I? I was heading towards the door when it dawned on me. I groaned. How had I forgotten?

I opened the door to the smiling face of my sister, ready for a nice dinner with her brother. My weekend was becoming full of surprises.

A/N: Edward's story isn't going to be too mysterious. Sorry. My Angela is the Angela from the movie. I think she was absolutely beautiful and it seemed more realistic for him to lose it to a good girl then someone like Jessica or Lauren.

Elizabeth Masen: 1 Cate Blanchett, 1 Diane Lane, 1 Susan Surandon, 1 Mary Louise Parker, 1 Julianne Moore. Julianne Moore was my choice. Anyone else have any thoughts?

Alright, how about Ms. Leah Clearwater? Who would we cast for her?

Please, review! And come by the forum, the link is on top. I'd love to hear some theories or questions and all that good stuff.