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I pulled up right next to her to see her curled into a ball on the passenger seat. The window on the driver's side was shattered. What the hell? She should have kept driving.

I leaned over to her truck

"Swan! SWAN!"

She looked over at me and her eyes bugged out in shock.

"What are you doing here Edward!?" She shouted back. It was nearly impossible to hear her.

"Just get in the car Swan!"

"Just kill me now! Not only am I stranded, but you just had to be the person to find me."

She made no move to get out of the truck. Is she fucking kidding? She was gonna sit here in the freezing rain, getting half soaked from the broken window, than get into my car?

"Are you fucking kidding right now? You're being absolutely absurd Swan!"

She still didn't respond.

"SWAN!...BELLA! GET IN THE MOTHER FUCKING CAR BELLA!"

She just huddle into a tighter ball and ignored me. Is she insane, truly and mentally insane?

Ten seconds, twenty, thirty. A full minute passed where Bella ignored me while I screamed continuously at her.

"Fuck this" I muttered to myself.

I shoved my door open and ran over to her truck. I was soaked and freezing in less than five seconds. I pulled open the passenger door to her truck and hauled her out.

"What the hell?EDWARD! Let go!"

I ignored her words and her feeble attempts to push me off. I never realized how much stronger I was than her. I half carried her to my Volvo.

I pulled open the passenger side of my car and nearly threw her into the car, closed the door and sprinted to the other side to get in.

She just stared at me, angry. Angry? She was stuck in the rain and she's angry at me?! She could have fucking died and she's angry at me?

"You see what you did? If you would have just gotten into my car, neither of us would be dripping wet. Well, you would, but I wouldn't."

We looked like half drowned cats. I turned the heat up all the way, and looked over to see Bella shivering and shaking furiously. She left my house over a half hour ago, and it only took me ten minutes to get to this spot. She must have been stuck there for over twenty minutes.

"Bella what the fuck happened? Why the hell didn't you call anyone? You had a fucking phone, not your phone, but still a goddamn phone."

She rolled her eyes at me like it was the most obvious reason she didn't call anyone. The effect of her annoyance was overshadowed by the shaking of her tiny body. She reached around to put on the seat belt. Then she brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around her ankles. She was getting my car completely dirty, but I didn't say anything.

"I couldn't. My truck got stuck in the mud over there" she pointed her thumb to her truck. Oh, I didn't even realize there was mud here to begin with "So I pulled out my phone to call someone, which is your phone by the way, but I think you already know that," She pulled my phone out of her pocket and handed it to me

"It was dead though. I was just gonna wait out the storm, but then something hit my window, a rock thrown over from the wind maybe, and the glass shattered. The water started pouring in now too, so I moved over to the other seat. It didn't help much, but it was better. And then I just had to wait for someone to come. Unfortunately, that someone was you."

"You could have just gotten into the damn car though. What, did you think I was gonna just leave you? I'm not a sadist, Bella."

Her shivering was starting to slightly augment, but not by much, so I turned the car around and headed home.

"What..what are you doing? My house is that way," she stammered confused.

"Yea but I don't think it's the best idea for me to drive you home, drive back, and risk getting stuck in mud again." I said sarcastically.

"Plus, my dad should probably check you out. You could have hypothermia or something." I glanced over to her again.

"I'm fine, I am not sick." It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than saying a simple statement.

"Yea sure...Oh, here's your phone." I took her phone out of my pocket and tossed it to her.

Of course, with her terrible hand-eye coordination, she dropped it onto the floor.

I chuckled at that, "Sorry, forgot you couldn't catch."

She didn't reach down and get it though, so I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'll get it later" she said rather hoarsely. Shit, she's still freezing. I was completely fine now, shouldn't she be too? Well she was there a lot longer than me. Either way I sped up a little bit to get home.

"Thanks, Edward," she said, barely audible enough for me to hear. We just pulled into my long driveway and she was still in that curled up position. I didn't know if she was still cold, or just liked to sit like that. It didn't look very comfortable

"Uh, no problem, I guess." Was that awkward or what? She didn't really need to show any gratitude, it was my fault she was in that storm. I'm sure if Mom knew she was leaving, she would not have let her in this rain. And I knew her truck could barely make it in normal circumstances.

I drove into the garage, and parked the car. I got out of the car and turned to wait for Bella to get out. She opened her door and slid out and started to walk, but her frame was slightly shaky, and it seemed as though a piece of dust would make her tumble to the ground.

"Shit, Bella." I hurried over and held her elbow so that she wouldn't fall over.

I half expected her to object, but she probably knew she would fall if I didn't help her.

I dragged her into the house and led her to the couch. She went back to sitting with her knees up and her arms around her ankles.

"Dad!...DAD! Could you get over here for second."

Dad walked into the family room slightly annoyed, but his expression changed to confusion and worry when he saw Bella on the couch. She started to shake again when I first got her out of the truck.

"Jeezes, Edward, what happened?!"

I launched into the story while Dad checked out Bella.

After I finished, Dad was still looking over Bella, and Mom had gone to get some blankets and hot chocolate for her.

Then Bella finally had the voice to talk. "Really, really, I'm completely fine. I was just a little cold. I'm fine now, Carlisle."

Mom walked back into the room with a couple of blankets and began to settle them around Bella. Bella realized what she was doing and started to shake her head.

"Oh Esme I don't need these, honest. You don't need to go through any trouble for me," if she wasn't so cold, she would probably be blushing a rose-red right now. Thinking about that made me laugh out loud though, making everyone stare at me. My parents looked murderous, and Bella was even more embarrassed.

Mom started to talk while still looking at me. "Nonsense, Bella. This is no trouble at all," she said in a sweet voice. Mom was probably having the time of her life right now, she loved taking care of people. Jasper and I were basically adults now, and didn't need much help from her for anything.

Bella began to stand up, but Dad gently pushed her down by the shoulders.

"I don't think you have hypothermia Bella, but you were very close. I would feel better if you ate something, just get anything into your system really. Esme, maybe you can make her some soup?"

"Of course, Carlisle. And Bella, honey, I think it would be best if you just stayed here tonight." Mom said with the biggest smile. She kissed Bella's forehead and headed of. Bella's eyes were wide, probably from the shock our my parent's hospitality.

"Oh my god, there's no need to do that Esme. Carlisle, I think I'm-"

I cut her off though; she was lying. I could tell she wasn't fine, she just doesn't like the attention.

"Oh bull shit Bella. You were shaking like an earthquake the entire time coming here, and I had to carry you into the house." Fucking liar.

"I was not shaking like-"

"Enough you two!" Dad's voice rang with clarity. "Edward do not use that language, and Bella you can complain all you want but as a doctor, I will force feed you the soup if I need to because you need the nutrition. There's no need to be embarrassed Bella. I'll just go help Esme in the kitchen. And do not let her leave Edward, Esme was right, the weather is too dangerous for either of you to go back out until tomorrow" He left the room swiftly to assist my mom.

Despite Dad's words, Bella looked as if she would die from embarrassment.

I grinned and sat down next to her. She turned and glared at me.

I started talking then "I don't know what your problem is. Clearly you aren't feeling too well, but you're too much of a hermit to admit it. But then again, you always cause a problem away, so it's a moot point."

" I am not a hermit, Edward Cullen. I just don't like people going out of their way for no reason." She shrugged her shoulders at the end of that sentence.

I smirked at her. I couldn't believe her denial.

"What?!" She screamed at me when she saw me looking at her.

"You're so funny. Obviously, I know you hate the spotlight, everyone knows that, but don't you think you're being ridiculous right now? My parents love to take care of people. And they adore you, so they're most likely having a blast right now." It didn't take a genius to pick up on the joyous attitude coming from Mom and Dad. They were both filled with concern of course, but they loved having something like this to do. "Just let them have their fun while they're at it"

She rolled her eyes at that, and relaxed her position. She changed to sitting cross-legged instead. Then she took out her phone to call her dad. She completely altered the situation though. According to her, I had gone to her house with her, her in her car and me in mine, to make sure she got home okay in the weather. Her truck broke down half way, so we headed back to my house. We decided it would be better if Bella spent the night here. Her dad would call a tow truck for her.

After she hung up, I raised an eyebrow at her. "Was it just me, or was half of that story composed of lies?"

"What? There's no reason for Charlie to worry. I'm perfectly alright now, and that's all he needs to know."

"Why do you call him Charlie?" That was odd. Most people don't refer to their parents by their first names.

"Well to his face, I say 'Dad'. I do the same with my mom also. When talking directly to her, I say 'Mom', but other than that I say Renée."

"That wasn't my question, I asked why you do that, not when dumbass" I told her.

"I don't know why, I just do. They aren't the best parent figures. My mom is so crazy and acts like a teenager most of the time. Her ideas and the way she talks, it was all very...unadult-like, for lack of a better term. I love her, and she acts like a mom when she needs to, but I was the parent most of the times in our relationship. And for Charlie, he never actually raised me. I visited him, but Renée did all the raising me part. And even right now...I, I think I take care of him more than he does me. He can't even use the oven without setting off the fire alarm." She was starting to get some color back in her cheeks by the time she finished. She ducked her head, most likely from embarrassment. Damn she gets embarrassed at everything.

That was kind of odd. I mean, Bella seem just like the type of person to be doing those things, I just never thought about it.

Mom came back into the family room then with a large bowl of chicken noodle soup then.

"Here you go Bella. It's really hot so be careful, I don't want you to burn yourself."

"Thank you so much Esme. You didn't have to do any of this."

"I think we have gotten past the thanks and welcomes by now dear," she chuckled. Then she talked to me "I already filled the guest room with all of Rosalie's things, so Bella will be sleeping in your room. You know where the sheets and pillows are."

Bella decided to intervene then. "Oh no, I can just sleep here on the couch."

That made me angry, did she think so little of me? So I retorted back. "What you don't think I can handle having a girl in my room and not sleep with her? Trust me Bella, there will be no danger of that happening, especially with you. So you can-"

"Edward! Apologize-"

But Bella interrupted Mom, "That's not what I meant! But it was good to be reminded once again of the Edward hates Bella game! Don't worry, I know exactly what to expect from you. I was trying to-"

"Hey! Both of you stop going down each other's throats! I thought you were getting along now. What happened to that? As I was saying, Edward you know where everything this. Bella I think you will be more comfortable in Edward's room than on this couch. His bed is much nicer. Edward can sleep on his couch. I'll leave you two to your devices now. Holler if you need anything Bella." She walked upstairs then.

We both started talking at the same time.

"I am not taking your bed. God knows what has happened on..."

"If you think for one second I'm gonna give you..."

Jasper sauntered in then and broke up our little squabble. He put his hand over Bella's mouth and shoved me off the couch.

"Will you two shut your mouths?"

"Jasper what are you-"

"Shut up, Edward. Bella aren't you supposed to be nutritioning yourself or something? Don't make me call my dad," he took his hand off her mouth then and gestured she take a spoon full.

When she made no move to drink the soup he took a deep breath, and was about to shout out to Dad, but then Bella put her hand over his mouth.

"Okay, okay! I'm drinking it, see!" She proceeded to drink the soup then but didn't realize her hand was still on Jasper's mouth.

"Ew!" she yelped. "Jasper you licked me! That's gross," But she was laughing while she scolded him.

He joined in her laughter, apologized and kissed her hand.

"Oh how gallant of you?" Bella said in a mock voice to Jasper. Honestly, did he have to act like her best friend?

I rearranged myself on the floor so that I was lying down instead.

"So I hope you two lovebirds don't have any plans for the bedroom. I would actually like to get some sleep if you know what I mean."

I just rolled my eyes at him, his jokes didn't even phase me anymore because I was so used to them. Bella, however was not used it and stared wide-eyed in horror at Jasper. When Jasper and I laughed at her expression, she ducked her head and drank her soup in silence.

It was a little past nine when Bella finished her soup.

"I'll just set something up for you in my room." I got up and made my way upstairs. I got some blankets and pillows and put it on my couch for her. It was a huge couch. Black leather, and basically the size of a twin bed. Ugh, it seems Isabella Swan will be spending the night in my room. Just how I wanted to spend my Friday night.

Twenty minutes later she came into the room in sweats and a cami.

"Oh, your mom gave me some extra clothes to sleep in and a toothbrush. To brush my teeth I mean."

"Right," was my genius response. That camisole made her look fantastic. It was dark blue, and was most likely much too small for Mom. It fit Bella perfectly, and the blue brought out her pale skin . She kept her bra on, to avoid awkwardness was my guess. I had to tear my eyes away. My first thought was to fuck her.

What the hell!? What am I thinking? Sleeping with Bella..or um Swan? She's a virgin no doubt, I don't even think she's had a kiss, forget a boyfriend. And I hate her. You don't sleep with people you despise.

"I set up the couch for you."

"Right, thanks. I completely forgot you even had a couch in here."

"Yea well.." Ugh, I forgot. I still have to ask her if she really meant what she said before, about not being my babysitter any more. Shit, I never even ended up apologizing to her. So much for being more civil toward her. Well she's lucky I'm letting her stay in my room. Any girl would die to take her place.

She got under the blankets and I walked over near the door to turn off the lights. Then I got into my bed, and took out my iPod. I wasn't about to go to sleep at nine thirty on a weekend.

Then I remembered her ringtone. What song was that?

"Bella?"

"Yes?" she said hesitantly.

"What was that song? Your ringtone I mean. I didn't recognize it."

"Everything by the Veronicas. Why?"

"Call it curiosity. I never heard of the Veronicas? What is it some all girl band with daisies?" I joked.

She laughed at that too. "Not quite. They do mostly rock, actually."

"Rock huh? Don't get me wrong, but you don't come off as a rocker to me."

"Serves you right. Anyone ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?"

"Frequently, actually."

"Figures. And I like all types of music I think. Except rap and R&B. I hate those. What about you? With your eight thousand shelves of Cd's it take it you're into variety."

"For your information, it's only 7,050 shelves Swan," We both laughed out loud at that.

"Sorry, I'll double check next time."

"But yea, you're right I have a lot of music. And surprisingly, I hate rap too. I never really listened to R&B, but I have a feeling I know what my opinion of that will be."

It was true. I hated rap with a passion. It can't be considered quality music. Maybe in the 80's when it started, but not the present rap it morphed into.

I took a deep breath before I started with my next sentence. I had to ask eventually.

"Bella? Did you mean it before? When you said you were done?"

She didn't answer. Ten seconds. Thirty. One minute. I was going crazy.

"Bella?"

"Yes, I meant it." Oh great. She meant it. I can't go to a reform school, it would be miserable. But those thoughts were only my immediate thoughts. Then I started to think something else, and whole jumble of things that I couldn't control.

Wasn't I being nice to her now? Does she not think it could last? Can I only be decent to her when her life's at stake?

Why didn't she get into my car right away? Does she hate me that much? Enough to freeze to death? Did she think I would yell at her for making me go into the rain? Was she afraid of me?

Did she mean it when she said thank you that first time? Or was she just being polite? Does she blame me for what happened to her truck?

I was gonna go crazy with all of these unanswered questions. I NEEDED to know. I should start small.

"Why didn't you get into my car right away?" So much for starting off small.

I turned to my side and leaned on my elbow, my hand holding my head. My eyes had adjusted so I could see her silhouette. She moved eventually to mimic my position.

I waited for her to respond.

"I...well..I was being stubborn. I just made a dramatic monologue a half hour before, and then of course when an emergency arises it's you that comes to the rescue. I wanted to stay angry at you, to ignore you and feed you to the wolves. Obviously, if I got into your car, it makes that impossible. And then you just dragged me out of my truck and into you car. And it didn't help that you were as strong as freaking Hercules, you probably didn't even notice how hard I tried to get away from you. But...if I'm being honest with myself, I was just being stupid. I wanted to be the one with the upper hand for once."

I was shocked at her speech. Wow, I didn't expect that much detail but I don't think she can help herself. When she says something, she has to say everything on her mind or nothing at all, there's no half way.

The upper hand? As much as I hate to admit it, she always has the upper hand.

"That was...honest," I stated bluntly.

"So, I was as strong as Hercules huh?" I said after an awkward silence. She had layed back down, but I stayed on my side. I was grinning at her.

"Shut up," was her reply.

I had to get this over with. Just do it Edward. I thought long and hard about the words I chose before I said it, making sure there was no hidden insult or innuendo in it.

"Bella, do you think you could reconsider working with me again?"

"I-I, Edward I don't know. It's-"

"Look I know I'm a jerk to you. But I really need this. Even you said it, you're my last chance. I can be nicer you know. I'm not always an ass."

"You called me Bella."

I was confused by her response. "What?"

"I said, you called me 'Bella'. You've been calling me 'Bella' the last few hours instead of 'Swan'. That's not too hard is it?" She said the last part sarcastically, but I knew the deeper message my answer would send to her.

Truthfully, I hadn't even noticed what I called her. I didn't realize I only called her Swan, and I sure as hell didn't notice when I started to say 'Bella'.

"No, it's not hard at all," I said seriously.

"We can try, I suppose...But I'm not putting up with any of your shit this time," she only added in that last time so she wouldn't seem like a push-over. Her face was stern, but it wasn't exactly scary. More like a cute scary. Like "oooh, I'm scared" kind of scary.

"Whatever you want Bella." I couldn't say that in a serious voice, and ended up erupting into laughter.

A pillow hit me in the face, but it made me just laugh even more. Eventually, I stopped and turned to look at Bella.

She was sitting up with her arms crossed, staring at me with her lips pouted. It was adorable. No, it was not adorable, I change my mind, it was stupid.

"You know, laughing in my face is not a great way to start treating someone you just promised to be nicer to."

"Oh, come on, Bella! You should have seen your face. And the last time I checked, throwing objects at people isn't exactly a polite way to handle a situation. Now you have to be nice to me if you want your pillow back."

"I think I can manage without a pillow."

I threw the pillow onto her face as soon as she lay back down.

"Hey! Edward!"

She launched the pillow right back at me, or at least attempted to; it landed near my feet.

"You have great aim. Ever think about being a quarterback?"

"Please, I'm actually Tom Brady in disguise."

"Yea that's believable." I reached over to grab her pillow.

"I'm gonna throw the pillow back now, but you're supposed to catch it this time."

I tossed it lightly into her waiting hands. "Thanks." She placed it back behind her head and got more comfortable, shifting around constantly.

She was still fidgeting an awful lot five minutes later. I had my music in, but I could still see her out of the corner of my eyes. It annoyed me to no end. I pulled out my ear buds and turned to her.

"Are you done? You've been constantly jumping around, it's annoying."

"Well sorry. You try sleeping on a couch that swallows you right up."

"Swallows you? Nice choice of words Bella." Clearly, she didn't realize the sexual connotation when she said the sentence.

"Oh god, you're so immature."

But it was true. My couch was extremely...fluffy. Being as small as she was, she probably felt like she was drowning in leather.

Ugh, am I really gonna do this? It's awfully corny. But it should definitely seal the deal with her. She can't say no to me after this.

I sat up and grabbed my pillow. Then I got out of bed and pulled the entire blanket off.

"What are doing?"

"Here, you take the bed, I'll take the couch. I don't think I can take any more of your fidgeting, I'm about to go insane."

"What, no! I am not sleeping in your bed. I'm smaller than you, it makes more sense for me to take it. And who's knows what, or who for the matter, has been on those sheets."

I sighed. "They're clean Bella. I just changed them yesterday and no one except you and me have been in this bed since Wednesday. You remember that, I'm assuming." I smirked at her. I hope she's not gonna be difficult.

When she didn't move, I continued to talk. "You just told me I had to be nicer to you, and I just took everything off the goddamn bed for you."

"I didn't tell you to do that. I'm not trying to take your bed from you. And when I said be nicer I didn't mean you had to be fake, just to not insult me every five seconds. There is a difference."

Fake? She thinks I was being fake? Was I?

No, I wasn't. I think I just had a genuine conversation with her earlier, and it wasn't forced. Okay, maybe I did have ulterior motives right now, but it would make more sense for me to take the couch regardless.

"I'm not being fake, and you're taking the bed. I already went through all the trouble."

She still didn't get up, but just turned around so that she was facing the back of the couch.

Well, she doesn't weigh that much. 110 at most. I could just carry her over and throw her onto the bed.

And that's what I did.

I walked over, bent down, and slid her smoothly into my arms, with the blanket still on top of her.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Edward! Put me down!"

She tried to shove herself out of my arms, but she was no match for me. I put her onto the bed, then ran, grabbed my blanket and pillow off the floor, and sat onto the couch before she even realized what I did. I threw her pillow at her too.

"Edward I am not sleeping in your bed!"

"Well then you can sleep on the floor because I'm not moving, and I highly doubt you'll be able to pick me up and carry me in your arms."

"Ugh you're so frustrating. I'm wondering if I like the mean Edward better."

"Just nice guy Edward here for you now. Now shut up and go to sleep. And don't move around so much or I'm dumping you in the hallway."

"Whatever." With that, she plopped down in a horizontal position, and closed her eyes. I think she was asleep within ten minutes.

I've been laying awake for more than a half hour now. I don't know where my iPod landed in all the chaos, and I didn't really want to look for it in the dark.

"Edward"

I was a bit startled. I swear she had fallen asleep.

"Uh yea?"

"Hmmm."

What the hell?

"Bella?"

"Mhhmmm"

She didn't reply, just turned over onto her stomach. Then I got it, she was sleep talking.

She sleep talked! How funny.

I grinned at and listened closely to see if she would say anything else. Why did she say my name while dreaming?

"Leave me alone," she sleepily mumbled. My smile disappeared then. Was she talking about me? Does she not want to be near me? Why not? I don't mind her in my room. What is wrong with me?

Am I really spending the night in the same room as Bella Swan? The girl I tormented for more than two years now? And did I really have three conversations with her within twenty-four hours of each other, without any of them ending with the entire class laughing at her?

I drifted into a slumber without realizing it, filled with that same recurring dream.

A/N: What'd you think? Can you see Edward starting to doubt himself? Review review review!