Bit of a longer chappie this time…

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Someone's knocking on my door. Do they not know that I am trying to watch Vampire Diaries? Damon and Elena are fucking making out, and someone is knocking on my door?

I try to ignore them, but the fucker is persistent. "Go away!" I yell and snuggle up further into my afghan throw. They keep knocking.

I wait a few minutes until the commercial break starts up and reluctantly open the door, prepared to give whoever it is a lesson on when to give the fuck up and go home. "Listen buddy," I stop when I see Green eyes' sheepish smile. There's a pause as we stare at each other. I start to close the door, but his fist flies out to stop it.

"Please don't," he begs, his eyes pleading.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." I tell him coolly.

"Because it took me a half hour to find your apartment, and I really want to apologize?" he says it more as a question.

I lean up against the door frame and take in his tight NYU sweatshirt and jeans. He really is a sexy specimen. "How do you know where I live?"

"Your friend from the coffee shop told me." That little bitch. "Don't be angry with her. I practically had to get down on my knees and beg her for some way to talk to you. A phone number would've sufficed, but she thought it would be better to talk to you in person." A door slams down the hall and he jumps. "Are you sure this is a safe place to live?" he asks, eyeing the chipping paint and flickering fluorescents in the hallway.

"Honestly? Probably not." I shrug.

"Someone tried to sell me drugs while I was out here waiting." he looks up at me innocently and pulls his hand through his hair. It's then that I notice the designer watch gracing his wrist. And those jeans- do those say Prada?

He's gotta be fucking rich. "Where do you live green eyes?"

"Um, downtown." he frowns at my seemingly random question. I smirk.

"This is probably a shit hole compared to your place, right?"

"Um," he stutters out an unintelligible response and blushes.

"This must be some apology if you're willing to slum it with us middle class peeps." he frowns.

"Don't put yourself down like that." he tells me firmly.

"Okay," weirdo. "Listen bud, my show's on. Like now." I hear Damon's sexy voice filling my apartment. "I don't have time for this."

"Wait, but-"

"Is it that important?" I rush out, trying to peer in and see the television.

"Well, I mean, I feel really bad. I just want-"

"Come on," I grab his arm and pull him into the apartment roughly, locking the door behind us. "Give me ten minutes." I tell him and snuggle up in my cocoon of blankets and pillows on the couch.

I try to focus on the show, but green eyes' stiff posture and wandering eyes distract me. "Dude, sit. I have like five minutes left." I demand and pat the seat next to me. He clears a spot for himself and sits carefully.

"What are you watching?" he asks softly after a few minutes.

"Vampire Diaries." I tell him quickly.

"Oh." I think that's the end of it and refocus on the action. Oh god, what will Stefen think now? "What's it about?"

I'm gonna hit him. I swear to god I'm gonna hit him. "That girl. She's human and her ex is a vampire. She has a witch friend and vampire friends, and a group of original vampires are trying to kill her."

"Why did she kiss him if he's her ex?"

"No," I sigh exasperatedly, "She kissed Damon, her ex's brother."

"Oh. Why did she do that?"

"Sh!"

"Sorry." he whispers. I can feel his eyes on me.

"Stop staring at me!" I glare at him. He ignores me and keeps staring.

I eventually give up on the last few minutes and shut the T.V. off.

"What are you doing? It wasn't over." he argues.

"Like you would know." I retort. "Okay, talk. It's almost ten and I've had a rough day. Say what you need to say and we can both continue on with our lives."

"Oh, um. Alright." he fidgets nervously and his hand flies to his hair. I smack his arm away from his head.

"You're gonna make yourself bald."

"Sorry."

"Is that all you can say?"

"Sor-" he starts to apologize but stops himself. "God, I'm so stupid." he rubs his eyes.

"Now you're gonna pull your eyelashes out." I tease. He doesn't laugh. "I'm just kidding, you know that right?"

"I feel bad about you losing your job because if me. I thought long and hard about it all day, and... Well, I have a proposition for you." he pauses.

"Well, let's hear it."

"Right. Well, what if I paid you to do something for me?"

Is he fucking serious? "Do I look like a goddamn prostitute to you?" My voice breaks on the word.

His forehead crinkles, "What?" his voice is laced with confusion. "Oh," his eyes widen to twice their size and he grabs my hand, "No, Bella! No, I didn't mean it like that at all! Jesus, Bella." I rip my hand away.

"Then how did you mean it?" I snap.

"I- How do I say this?" he mumbles to himself. "I have a crush on your sister." he blurts out. "I want to ask her out, but let's face it. Who the hell would want to date this?" he motions to himself and chuckles awkwardly. I can tell by the reddening of his cheeks that he truly believes what he said.

"What do you mean? Who wouldn't want to date you?"

"Don't, Bella. My sister does this all the time."

"What?"

"Tries to make me out to be more than what I am."

"Green eyes-"

"Edward," he corrects.

I frown. "Green eyes." I tell him forcefully. "The only thing you need to change to get a girl is your self esteem."

"Teach me how! Please Bella. Just make me... More desirable." he whispers.

"Why me? Because I'm her sister?" I spit out the word.

"Well, that too. But mostly because... Well, you're beautiful." I fucking blush. Me! Green eye made me fucking blush. "And if the way you acted both times I've seen you is any indication, you'd make an awesome boot camp instructor."

"Boot camp?"

"Yeah, camp 'let's make Edward less of a geek'."

"Green eyes-"

"Just think about it." is all he says as he stands up and makes his way to the door.

I have to ask. "What do you see in her?" his hand pauses on the doorknob and he turns back to me, a wistful look in his eyes.

"I don't even know. It just feels right when I'm with her." he smiles. "Maybe I'm just crazy."

"Come by Sue's tomorrow and we'll talk. I work from nine to two."

"Thank you." he pulls the door open and steps into the hallway. "Oh, and Bella?" he sticks his head back in the apartment. "I really am sorry about what happened the other day."

Would you take our Eddie up on his offer?