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Do you ever get that feeling?
When you're sick, you know, while you're still asleep. You can feel it running throughout your entire body. It's like you never fell asleep at all. Your brain is still going on-end. All you do is think through your entire night. The problem with it is that when you're thinking you're far from sleeping. And everything hurts. So, you think about that pounding headache and your sore back.
And if you aren't thinking constantly then you're probably dreaming all sorts of weird shit. Things that don't make sense while you're still asleep let alone when you wake up in the morning. That is, if you remember anything at all. I remember everything, per usual, though most people don't remember a single thing from the night hours.
Hell, some people don't even remember things that have happened while they were awake. Night hours or daytime.
I'm not one of them though. I never have been and I never will be. Not anything new to me – being different from everybody else. I can tell that tonight won't be an exception to this odd, little rule. I mean, since when do I actually get to be normal?
Have I ever had a normal thought? A normal dream? Do I see normal people and learn normal things during a normal, day-by-day life? I don't think that I am normal at all. If I am normal – then everybody else would be different. In my mind that's not how normal works, though. I think of normal as what everybody does or what everybody is.
But once again, who am I, other than Isabella Swan, to define a word such as normal?
The buzzing of the alarm-clock pulled me from my strange thoughts, and dreams. I awoke with a start and began sputtering. The strange thoughts, and dreams, seem to have happened for the very reason that I said that they normally do. It seems that I have fallen sick over night.
I slowly, carefully sat myself up from where I'd slept. It felt like someone had turned the heat down to negative seventeen after turning it up to one-billion-and-ten. I quickly, still trying to catch my breath, wrapped my quilt around my body. All I could think about was getting out of the gross bed. It was wet from sweat, and cold, only I didn't know what the chill was from.
As I rolled off of the huge-ass bed I felt my stomach roll behind me. Shit! I stumbled on and into the bathroom, only to run into the locked door. Fuck! Alice! I forgot that we're sharing a bathroom right now. I didn't even have time to actually have that thought either because of how quickly my stomach did another somersault.
"Oh, fuck!" I swore as I heaved.
Lucky me, I made it to the waste-basket before I up-chucked all over the place.
I hate the feeling that you have when you're vomiting. It's just so...uncomfortable. My body was all over the place and I felt almost as if it were completely out of my control right now. Not to mention the nasty-ass taste and smell of the stuff. I think that the smell was just making me gag more and that led to more of my dinner – from last night – filling up Alice's pink wastebasket.
"Oh..." I moaned when I was on empty.
"Bella?" I recognized my Mom's voice from downstairs as she ran up the stairs.
Mom and I weren't exactly on the best terms right now. Alice, Rosalie, and I are kind of still trying to figure out how to tell her about the entire James situation. I mean, he's such a creep, and he's been staying the night here. The three of us girls have been sleeping in Alice's bed with the door locked, and my desk-chair in front of it.
None of us knew how to break it to her that her perfect beau was actually just a jackass-pedophile out to get all of us. I know what we should tell her sooner, rather than later, but you'd think that she'd notice how weird he is. I mean, he's just nasty without his attitude towards young girls and their Mom's!
That's when my door slammed open, nearly hitting the wall, without the door-stopper. I merely heaved a bit, nothing coming out, and ignored her presence. This time it wasn't about her and James. It was merely about the fact that I just threw up after waking from a barely-there sleep.
This thought made me groan all over again.
"Bella! Are you okay, baby? What happened?" She asked, kneeling down beside me, and brushing my matted hair from my face.
"I...I'm sick..." I cried knowing that I always cry after I throw up. I don't know why – whether it effects my emotions or not – but I always do. Mom knows this too, so, she didn't seem too worried about just that.
"Oh, no," She sighed and glanced at the trashcan that I'd probably just ruined for good. Yuck!
"I don't want to miss school..." I coughed a bit, shaking my head as I tried to spit up a bit.
It's not school that I was worried about missing so much as it was Mr. Masen. Or, as I call him, Edward. And throughout the last month I've gotten ten times closer with Edward. We eat lunch together every day because of how lost I end up in the cafeteria. Well, that and how bullied I am too. Either way, I don't want to stay home.
I like to think of him as one of my best friends. Only there's a problem with that – he's considered one of my teachers and I can't see him outside of school-grounds. Bummer, right? So, I do what I can to make it to school everyday just to see him. I would never tell anybody that even though it's my plan. That conversation would just be too awkward.
"Bella, can you hear me?" Mom pulled me from my thoughts of the green-eyed God that I wouldn't see today.
I did not just think that.
So, maybe I've developed a sort-of crush on Edward. Not that everybody else in Washington hasn't already. I can't help myself. He's so perfect and so nice to me. You would struggle with this too if you knew someone as sweet as him. He may be an ass sometimes, his jokes obnoxious and crazy, but he really is a great guy. I don't mind being around him at all. There's not a bit of doubt in me about how nice of a guy he truthfully is. I just know Edward Masen by heart and soul.
That didn't sound a bit dramatic.
"Bella! Oh my God, what's wrong with her? Why isn't she answering you?" Alice's voice shrilled as the steam of the bathroom flooded out and over Mom and I. I looked at her, deciding that I should answer someone before they think that I've gone into a coma of sorts, or something weird like that.
"I'm fine. Sorry, just thinking." I muttered to them, annoyed by their sudden loudness. Jeez. What's with all of the drama?
"Bella, what hurts?" My Mom interrupted my thoughts again.
"Everything! Jesus, Mom." I shot her a dirty look before realizing how obnoxious I was actually being right now. She was only trying to help, even if I am horribly mad at her right now. She was merely being nice. So, I apologized like the good Samaritan that I am. "Sorry, I just...I don't feel good."
"I'm sorry too...you don't need to go today."
"That's what I was thinking about. I sort-of wanna' go..." I muttered before my stomach rolled again. I lurched towards the trash-can, but didn't throw up. "Okay...maybe not."
"Oh, sweetie...I know you love school. As sudden as it is...but when you're sick, you're sick. You can't go. All you'll do is feel like crap, fail some tests, and get everyone else sick." Mom told me, rubbing my back. I rolled my eyes at her antics. No shit, Mom.
"Right, well, I'll just go lay down after I take some medicine. I need an aspirin." I moaned and Mom nodded quickly, jumping to her feet, and nearly making me dizzy again. Slow down, woman! After an attempt to stand, Alice had to practically drag me back to my own bed. "Hold on, I need to go get some pain- meds."
"Oh, sit back down. I'll get it." Mom hushed me and I sighed, shaking my head slightly.
"Only if you don't mind," I whispered as I relaxed back into my, now dry, bed.
After a while I was tired of everything, including my bed. I was too physically tired to actually stand up and do anything. Even if I weren't tired I felt like my body was about to explode, or something like that. And you know, the feeling was not the most comfortable of feelings that I've ever felt. It's the opposite.
I glanced at my alarm-clock and sighed. It was only just first lunch now, at ten-fifty in the morning. I knew that right about now Edward would be on his break and probably eating whatever his Mom made him. He always had his Mom make us both a lunch. I then began to wonder what he was going to do with my portion of the meal.
He's a big boy, he could eat it if he were hungry.
My phone beeped and the obnoxious noise made me groan. I rolled over, careful of my nervous stomach, and unlocked the screen. I felt my face grow into a smile as I read the name across the screen, having not expected a text from him. Heck, I hadn't even hoped for any contact with him today because of my absence.
My smile grew even more.
I opened the text and read over the short words, "Can I call you?"
Instead of replying through text I pressed my finger down on the contact name and clicked on Call Edward when the drop-down box appeared.
Bella, he's your teacher. Don't call him! You shouldn't even have exchanged numbers to begin with! Miss Responsible yelled at me.
Oh, leave her alone. She's sick. Miss Irresponsible shushed her.
I generally ignored the both of them as his ringtone, Just the Way You Are by Mase Avenue, played back to me. I smiled, happy that he liked the same band that I did. It was a cover version, of course, but it's a great ringtone for anybody.
"Hello?" His velvet voice sounded through the speaker and I sighed with relief.
"Hey...is there a reason you wanted to talk?" I asked him, my voice just barely strong enough to be heard over the phone.
"Yes...I was wondering why you weren't in school today. Though, now I 'm assuming that you're sick by now bad you sound." Edward sighed and I rolled my eyes at him.
"So now I sound bad? You've broken my heart, Masen." I spoke in an overly dramatic voice and he laughed.
"Oh you know what I mean, take a breath." Edward laughed and I rolled my eyes at him again.
"So, is this really why you called?" I asked him.
"Honestly? No. I am calling to discuss your sister, Rosalie."
"Oh, don't tell me that you have like, a crush on her or something. Because, I am so not setting you two up! Yuck, I mean, jeez, you could at lea-..." I began to rant feeling my face burn at the thought of him liking Rosalie in any way. That would be so unfair!
"No, Bella, not at all." He cut me off and I froze, wondering what was going on. If a guy was calling about her while not hitting on her, well, that means it must be something new. "It's about that Royce guy..."
I then thought about the dick that Rosalie has been dating. I don't usually like to use that word but let's be honest – Royce King is one big, fat dick-head. I'm sure I make my Mother proud by using words like this. But if you knew him you'd understand. Because he'd treat you like shit just like he does everyone else in this stupid town.
He's got loads, and loads, of money. It practically falls off of him. His hair is dark and his eyes are this dull, gray color. I think that he's ugly as fuck but I am not allowed to share my opinion on him with anybody but Edward. That's because he agrees with me too. Rosalie is oblivious due to his money and looks – which he doesn't have much of. I mean, my God, hasn't she seen Edward?
Oh wait, I'd much rather have her with Royce than my Edward.
Your Edward? Getting a little possessive there, Bella. Both sides of my conscience said this, but they had their own body-language. Miss Irresponsible winked while Miss Responsible raised her eyebrows. As you can see they have completely opposite opinions towards my little crush on Edward Masen. This I personally don't get.
Who doesn't love Edward?
"Bella? Are you alright?" Edward's voice asked and I shook my head.
"I'm sorry. I spaced out." I told him honestly.
"Well, did you hear what I told you?" He spoke softly, not rudely, like you'd think he'd sound after I practically ignored him.
"No...sorry." I spoke impishly and he chuckled.
"Don't worry about it, babe." He kidded and sighed. "Anyway, I heard him in the locker-room today. I heard some things come out of his mouth that he should have never said – or done."
"Care to exaggerate?" I asked him.
"Well, for one, I heard him talking about how he only wants Rose for...well...you know." He told me softly and I groaned, pressing my hand to my forehead. There's absolutely no way that she'd believe me if I told her this.
"That's horrible. Not that I didn't expect more of him."
"No kidding. He also spoke about multiple other girls that he's been messing around with. Not to mention some things about Rosalie and his physical relationship. It's none of those little shit's business what he and Rose do. I certainly didn't need to hear any of that – and neither does Mike Newton or Erik Yorkie."
"Jesus. Well...I don't see her believing me if I told her." I told him and he sighed, knowing that I was right in this case. Rosalie and I aren't exactly on the best of terms right now – or ever.
"Yeah...I told him off, a bit. Though I don't think he really cared about what I thought. At all." Edward told me and I sighed, again.
"Why does he have to be so stupid?"
"I'm not sure." Edward sighed. "But I don't like it. Rosalie may be cold but she doesn't deserve the way he's acting."
"You're too good to people, Edward." I told him and this time he sighed.
"Well, treat others the way that you want to be treated." He told me and I felt my brow furrow a bit.
"Edward...do you actually believe in a rule like that? Or do you just say it when it comes to hand?" I asked him, honestly curious about whether he thinks that way. I surely don't believe in it. If that were the case, a lot more people would be a lot nicer than they are. They wouldn't pick out flaws on others the way that they do. Yeah, I'm being a little bit hopeful with that one.
"No. I don't. I don't know. I believe in it with most people. I try to treat my friends well. Friends like you, you know?" He told me and I felt my heart skip a beat.
Really? All he called you is a friend, Bella. Miss Responsible rolled her eyes.
Yeah! We want more! Miss Irresponsible laughed.
"Well...thanks." I spoke almost awkwardly then.
"Don't worry about it," He chuckled. "You are my friend."
"So, um, I think I'll either tell Rose tonight or tomorrow. Probably tomorrow because I really am quarantined for the night. Hell, I may still be sick tomorrow. Though I truly hope that I'm not. I miss school." And you. I couldn't finish that though, because he'd probably take it in a creepy way and never talk to me again.
"Oh, shut-it Swan. You only miss me – you don't miss school!" He laughed and joked, making me feel a little insecure. He found the fact that I may or may not miss him as a joke. It kind of hurt my feelings.
Oh, grow up, Bella. Both of my little schizophrenic friends told me.
"Right, yeah. Sure, Edward. That's exactly the case." I coughed a bit and he grumbled something. I really couldn't catch it and I wondered if I was even supposed to hear it. What if I just had clogged up ears? "What was that?"
"Um, nothing. Do you need anything? Anything at all, really. Food, medicine, a blanket, a shoulder to cry on..." He listed and I laughed slightly, only causing me to cough. And that made my lungs burn, then causing me to take a deep breath, the breath getting caught in my nose, me losing my breath, and starting it all over with another cough. Jeez, I feel like shit.
"Thanks, but no thanks. If Mom or someone came home, they might not take my teacher being here too lightly. In fact, they really wouldn't take it well at all. Even if we are just friends. You know how people get about shit."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that too. Though, technically, we met before the school year started."
"I wish that made a difference with society." I laughed.
"No kidding," He mumbled before sighing heavily. "Well, my break is just about up. Don't be afraid to call if you need anything. I'll be there in half a second – all you have to do is call. I'll be there."
"Please, I'm fine. I appreciate you checking in though. Even worrying about my Sister. It's very sweet of you." I told him softly and could practically see his impish, shy smile. He gets like that whenever he's honestly complimented. I think it's really sweet.
"Okay. Well...I'll probably call you later to check up on things. Let me know how Rose reacts and if you need back-up." He seemed to be stalling the end of this phone-call. I don't blame him – I wouldn't want to go back to work either. Teaching a bunch of high-schoolers must be a real joy for him most of the time.
"Okay, don't worry about it." I dragged on, laughing slightly.
"Well...bye. Feel better, deary."
"Okay, okay. Good-bye, Edward!" I laughed as the line went dead a few moments later. I don't even think he realizes how sweet he is most of the time.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Edward called again before we went to bed, and then the next morning only to find that I was staying home again to keep the germ away from the school, which led to another call at lunch and at bedtime.
In between everyone was not home. Mom went to work and Rosalie went to school. I spent most of the day planning what I was going to say when we ate dinner tonight. And since I felt about eighty-percent better today, I wasn't worried about falling asleep early or something.
Yeah, that didn't make the scenario much better though.
"So, Rosalie, can we talk?" I asked as we put together the salad for dinner. Mom was making the main dish and Alice was occupied by icing the desert. Rosalie gave me a funny look before shrugging and continuing to add ingredients. "I'm assuming that's a yes,
"Anyway, it's about Royce."
"What? You want to steal him too? Because my God, Bella," She rolled her eyes at me, practically looking disgusted. "I'm dating him. That's way past just calling dibs and stuff like that. Grow up."
"I wouldn't touch Royce with a one-hundred foot pole, thank you." I grimaced at the thought of him. "I was actually going to talk to you about something that relates to the both of you."
"Well, spit it out. I don't have all day."
"He's cheating on you, Rosalie. And he talks about it – all the time. In the locker-room and stuff like that. He's also pretty descriptive on you guys' relationship behind closed doors. I think it's gross and that you should confront him about it. I mean, do you really want everybody knowing about what you two do-..."
"What the hell are you talking about? How do you even fucking know what he talks about in the locker-room?" She sneered and I huffed, annoyed with her ignorance.
"Well, if you must know, a friend told me. He tried telling him to knock it off but Royce didn't even pay attention. I just figured I'd tell you so that you could break up with him before he really hurts you, Rosalie."
"You think I'm going to fucking fall for that, Bella? How stupid do I look to you? My God, I knew you were a bit dramatic, but making up shit for attention? That's a new low, even for you!" She began yelling at me and I felt my face pale.
"I'm not making up stuff, Rosalie..." I began but she laughed loudly slamming the glass bowl onto the counter, causing a crack to shoot up through the middle of it.
"You're so stupid! I'm going to Royce's house! I bet he can't wait to hear about your little stunt, you conniving little twit!"
"Hey! At least I'm not being like the rest of the school and pretending like I think you guys are going to work out!" I threw my arms up in the air.
"Girls! Knock it off!" Mom finally cut in, checking the time on the food. She then walked over and crossed her arms in front of her. "What's gotten into you Bella? This is so unlike the way you usually are! What, is it this town? Are you hanging out with the wrong crowd?"
"Oh my God! I can't believe you guys! You're all so dense! He's cheating on her and making up shit about their relationship. All I did was told her before she found out the hard way! I was trying to help her!" I shot back as I grew angrier. I can't believe they were calling me out as the bad guy in this little problem. All I've done was help the stupid bitch!
"Right! Whatever," Rosalie laughed fakely. "Mom, I'll be at Royce's for dinner tonight."
"Rose, do you really have to? We were going to eat as a family?"
"It's probably better for everyone that I just go. You know, before Bella goes anymore insane than she already has."
"Fine! Go to his house! But you can't say I didn't warn you, you jerk!" I yelled at her before turning away to finish putting our ruined salad together. I had to switch it to another bowl after Rosalie's little attack on the good one. I completely ignored them as Rosalie left and Mom went back to finishing her meal.
We ate dinner in silence. Edward called three-fourths of the way through and I took the call, going upstairs, knowing that our dinner was over for the night. During our little chat I basically went over my blow-out with Rose and the way that my Mom reacted to our fight. I'm still shocked at that part. I mean, even Edward knows me better than that, and we've known each other for a few months.
That's when my Mom screamed from downstairs.
"What the hell was that?" Edward asked me and I shook my head, running out to the stairway to see her sobbing over the phone.
"Mom? What's going on?" I called and she looked up at me, shaking her head as she left the room to put a coat on. I then went back to my call with Edward. "Shit, I don't know. She's ignoring me, I guess." I huffed as I ran down the stairs and found a pair of boots and a coat. "Mom! Where are you going?"
"I'm going to the hospital to see your Sister! Not that you'd care!" Renee hissed and I felt my eyes water for a few reasons.
"What do you mean I wouldn't care? She's my Sister! What's going on, Mom?"
"I'll have you know, Rosalie was just found out in the streets – she was beaten and raped by Royce, Isabella! After the way you treated her tonight too!"
"After the way I treated her? Shit! Mom, she was calling me all sorts of names because I told her that she wasn't a good guy!" I cried, tears finally falling to make up for what should have happened over the last few days. "I can't believe that you're mad at me!"
"What hospital is she at? I'll meet you guys there, Bella." Edward asked me, sounding upset and I sniffled.
"Mom, what hospital?" I asked her as she ran to her car, not giving me the chance to get in.
"Forks General." She yelled as she pulled out, snow falling off of her car. It's snowing in September – I can't believe it.
"Edward?" I asked.
"Yeah, I heard that." He sighed and I could hear him starting his Volvo over the line.
"No, um...would you mind coming and getting me? I mean, my Mom just left without me..." I sighed and sucked in another ragged breath.
"Absolutely not. I can't believe her nerve – of course. I'll be there in a second. Hang tight, get something warm to wear. It's nasty out." He warned me over the line and I smiled. He's so thoughtful when it comes to others. I'm proud to call him my friend right now.
When Edward picked me up I was happy to be around him for a while. I hadn't seen him much this week, since today was Friday, and I'd been gone since Thursday. I missed him and after being around my family for three days straight, well, it made me miss him even more. He's my best friend right now – even over Alice.
"I still don't understand how your Mom took her side like that," Edward sighed as he helped me out of his car and onto the icy pavement. We had just parked out front of the hospital and it was snowing even more than earlier. Edward wrapped an arm around my waist in order to help me across the slick parking-lot.
"Whatever is up with them is beyond me. It makes me wish my Dad was still...around." I whispered thinking of my Dad. I quickly pushed the thoughts away. Edward gave me a curious look but could sense that I didn't want to talk about it right now. He was pretty good at gauging my feelings like that.
"Right...well...let's go in." He brushed the snow off of my shoulders when we entered the main doors to the ER.
"Edward? What brings you here?" I looked over to see a man who was nearly identical to Edward – he was actually a bit older though. He was watching Edward with curious eyes as Edward brushed the snow off of my hair and shoulders. I shivered and looked back at Edward wondering if he'd tell me how he knew this guy.
"One of my students got hurt and her sister needed a ride. I was the only person open to get her here, I guess." Edward spoke only half confidently. The other half seemed to be deciding if what he was saying sounded right. You know, driving his students places. That's not always an okay subject in public.
"Oh! Okay, what student? I can't let you in to see her, but if this is her sister..." he pointed out and Edward shrugged.
"Isabella Swan," I told him my name and his eyes softened noticeably. I ignored the look as he told me what room Rosalie was in.
"I'll be waiting in here if you need anything, Bella." Edward whispered and I smiled at him, thanking him for being here with me.
When I got to Rose's room I found Mom and Alice asleep beside her. She was also asleep but it was hard to tell with all of the tubes going in and out of her. The nurse that was in there when I came in said something about a lot of sedatives before she left. I could understand why with how many bruises Rosalie already had. She looked like she'd been ran over by a monster truck four-hundred times over.
I merely shook my head at her condition. As much as I felt sorry for her I felt cold towards her. I had told her to knock it off and about how her boyfriend was acting. I told them all that I didn't like him and they simply told me that I was a mental-case and that I needed to shut-up. Apparently all I ever want from this world is attention.
I'll show them attention.
"Rosalie, I don't know if you can hear me or not...but I can't believe the way you all are treating me right now. I tried to tell you and you tried to call me nuts. Thanks for being such a great Sister. It's nice to know who doesn't have my back." I whispered as I backed out of the room and walked back to the waiting room.
"That was quick..." Edward murmured.
"I am not staying here. Mom and Alice were asleep, and they've got Rosalie drugged to the point that she's probably in a coma. I'll come back tomorrow or something. When I'm willing to drive." I told him and he nodded, shrugging.
"Are you sure? She's in pretty bad shape Bella..." Dr. Masen, as his nameplate read, sighed.
"Yeah. I'm positive. She doesn't deserve my sympathy. Not right now." I told him, not feeling like telling him about our little night.
"Oh. Alright. Well...you can stay in one of the break-rooms if you need to. Or you could ride home with Edward. Either way, you'll have to let me know ahead of time."
"Yeah...um...Edward can take me home, probably." I looked questioningly at Edward and he nodded, smiling sadly.
"Absolutely." He wrapped an arm around my upper arms. "I'll see you later, Dad. Update us on Rose, if you could." He told him and his Dad, I'm assuming, nodded quickly.
"I'll text you and you can send the message along however you prefer to do so." Dr. Masen told Edward and Edward smiled, nodding his head.
"Thanks." Edward nodded and began to lead me out the door.
"I love you, son." Dr. Masen sighed.
"Love you too, Dad. Stay safe. Go home to Mom soon."
When we got out to the car Edward sighed, telling me about his Dad's job and how hard he works. I was happy that Edward had somebody to look up too. At least somebody in this world wasn't as fucked up as my family. Apparently his parents are great people, a little bit on the colder side, but they always knew exactly what Edward needed.
He respected them for it.
"I really don't like you staying the night in that house alone," Edward whispered with a sigh as we began our drive back to my house.
"Because I love it so much," I snapped back before blushing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I just don't like being there with them not mentioning alone."
"Well...um...do you want to stay at my place? I could make a pallet or stay on the couch. I'd feel better if you were in a house with an adult, especially after everything with Rose and Royce." He whispered and I shrugged.
"I couldn't kick you out of your bed. Though I wouldn't mind a pallet or a couch to stay on." I told him with a slight shrug.
"Well...um...you can stay if you want. We can discuss where you'll sleep when you get there though. I really, really don't mind giving up my bed for a night. It's the least I can do after all of the drama I caused."
"Whatever," I smirked.
When we pulled up I couldn't really tell much about where he lived other than that it was big; the snow had drowned it out long ago. He led me up the steps and inside. I didn't pay much attention in there either. It was nicely decorated, from what I could see, and felt even bigger. It felt like home to me, actually.
Edward led me back to his room where we helped each other unzip our huge-ass coats. He brushed the snow off of me after shaking off whatever was on him. My pants were soaked from walking through the mess, and my shirt was just getting uncomfortable. I couldn't help but smile when Edward handed me sweats and a t-shirt.
I've never had an opportunity to wear a guy's clothes before, much let alone a hot guys clothes. I liked the idea a lot.
"Here, these should fit. I'll go change in the bathroom. You can do your changing in here."
And we did just that. The shirt was huge on me but it was comfortable and smelled exactly of Edward. The pants weren't much different but at least with them I had the adjustable waistband – I could make them smaller for me.
I quickly pulled my hair out of the pony-tail I had it in and ran my finger's through it. My brown hair was long enough to fall down my back so I didn't wear it down too often. I think I remember Edward once saying that it looked nice down. I'd have to do it more often, like tonight, when I was staying at his house with him.
What a good occasion.
Not. Miss Responsible coughed; I ignored her with ease.
"So, do you want to sleep..." Edward froze when he saw me and for a second I was afraid that I'd taken the wrong shirt. It was weird to me when he shook his head and continued a few seconds later, though. "Um...I mean...do you want to sleep in the bed?"
"Edward, this bed is huge," I finally took in the sight of his king-sized bed. "You sleep on one side, I'll take the other. It's far from a big deal."
"Are you sure? I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable..." He scratched his head nervously and I nodded at him.
"I'm positive. You're too great for me not to trust you. Plus, we're friends right? Outside of school we don't have to be so awkward around each other, right? So, if you're okay with it – I am too." I explained my logic and he nodded, slowly climbing into the bed. I hopped up and onto the other with ease.
He was the first one to fall asleep out of the both of. I noticed that in his sleep he slowly moved closer to me. He was kind of a restless sleeper. I could hardly mind though as he wrapped his arms and legs around me and slept comfortably into my side. I liked the warmth and the comfort. His breathing was like a lullaby for me.
It wasn't long before I fell asleep myself, between exhaustion, and the beautiful boy in my arms.
Today was a long day, but what I'm hoping for is a long sleep tonight, in his arms.
A/N: So! I just finished this, knowing that I've been working on this short, little chapter for far too long enough. I almost feel like it was a filler chapter as I wrote it – but now I'm starting to see the point to it. It'll all lead to bigger stuff later.
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- Em
