A/n—I've been busy. But you can't complain. Because I've updated quickly AND I wrote a one-shot. Just so ya know ;). The next couple of chapters are going to be short. Just because I want to get them out there and get the story moving. So, on with the story :D. And this is nothing like the teaser I gave you. Don't flame. I just wanted to mix it up a little bit. And sorry, I posted the wrong thing before. This is the REAL chapter 7 :)


Chapter 7—Days 10 through 14

Bella's point of view.

For four days, Edward and I would run into each other at the weirdest places. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I liked spending time with him. Even if it was for about ten minutes each time.

Each time he told me something different about himself.

The first day, he told me he'd slept with only one girl in his life. At my daughter's first grade graduation, nonetheless. I, of course thought that was probably a lie until he told me the following: "I made the mistake. I don't think it's right unless you actually love the person." I don't know what pushed him to tell me all these things. I told him I've never slept with anyone. Technically I wasn't lying.

The second day, he told me that his father was a hardass who wouldn't listen to anything anyone had to say. I told him my parents had died. He said, and I quote, "You know I'm always here for you to talk to, right?" That made my stomach flip. Yeah, yeah. I know. I shouldn't be letting him get to me.

The third day, we spent majority of the day in the same meetings. But he took me out for ice cream in a little 50's diner. It was sweet. He told me that his mother was never around and when she called, he ignored her phone calls. I told him "You shouldn't. She probably wants to make amends. Let her. You deserve something from her." I'm pretty sure that got to him.

Today, well we didn't see each other. I was feeling under the weather and didn't want to deal with meetings. But he texted me. It said:

I missed your face at meetings today. Hope you are feeling better. –E

I did a happy dance. Pathetic, I know.

I then told myself that I was going to tough it out tomorrow if I still felt like shit. I needed to see him.


Edward's point of view

I talked to my best bud on the phone a couple nights ago. Our conversation went kind of like this:

Me: I think I fucking like this girl. Shit.
Him: Get her into bed.
Me: Fuck you.
Him: Okay, that might not work. Ask her out.
Me: Too blunt. Maybe I'll get to know her.
Him: Be her friend first? That's fucking pathetic, dude.
Me: Yeah, I know. But it's perfect.
He hung up after that.

And well, the past few days have been going just as I had wanted.

A/n-Even though it's short, reviews are still encouraging. Please!