A/N: Back with Chapter Nine! Things are about to pick up so stick with me! Once again, thanks to the outstanding Mimi and all that helped. Review are appreciated! I will get back to everyone! Oh! TheWaywardGirl made me an AMAZING banner for this story, it's on my profile so check it out!


"Edward? Edward. Stop…staring. You're freaking the shit out of me. And plus, you look like you have one eye. "

"Hm? Oh." He pulls back, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry about that."

"And what was…that?"

"Just something I was trying to figure out."

"Well, did you figure that something out?"

"Mhm."

This is the type of intelligent conversations that took place over the next three days. Edward staring at me. Sometimes with a slight smile, sometimes with a furrowed expression. Me pushing him out of a chair in attempt to snap him the hell out of whatever trance he was in. Damn, this kid was frustrating.

"You're doing it again. You're doing that fucking thing where your eyes glaze over and you look like you're trying to blow something up with your mind. Sorry buddy, but it's still not gonna work."

"Hm? What won't work?"

"Chuck Norris."

I felt like I should be wearing a trench coat, sitting in an office with the rain tapping against the window, with all the investigating I'd been doing those three days. It didn't hit me until Edward dropped one hell of a hint.

"Edward…? What's going on in the inner workings of your brain this time?"

"Yo-," he cut himself off quickly. "Yodeling. I'm thinking about yodeling."

"You're German? Wow…it all makes sense now; the dream of you wearing lederhosen, everything with the whole Weiner Schnitzel…"

Edward laughed, smirked and gave me those shitastic sex eyes all at one time, which I don't know how it's possible but hell it is, and I melted per usual and that's when it hit me. Not only am I falling for fucking Edward Cullen, but I think he is falling for me too. The thought scared the shit out of me and I pushed it as far as possible into the corners of my brain marked: "Shit to use for horror movies". Yeah, that deep.

We're sitting in Edward's room and he's in one of his staring fits again, but this time he actually talks before I have to slap him.

"Bella, I need to ask you something. I'm going to be completely honest with you and I just…I hope you understand," he said, his voice tingeing with panic.

Holy fucking Christmas cookies.

"O-kay…" is all I can manage.

"Bella, I…I uhm," he clears his voice then looks me right in the eyes before sighing, frustrated. "Would you like to go to the carnival?" Pansy.

"You actually are going to let me out of the house during the day? Damn, I knew I'd crack you."

He laughs nervously as he rubs his forehead. "Yeah well, we need some fresh air."

I stand up and grab my jacket as I hear Edward call him self a "pussy" which makes me laugh quietly to myself before heading downstairs.

The car ride was awkward. I think it was the fact that the Jonas Brothers were playing on the radio the whole fucking time. Edward seemed too concerned with his thoughts to notice and I was in a mood where it was pissing me off, but I was too uninterested to change the channel. Damn whiny voices and skinny jeans.

"I'm warning you," Edward started as he got out of his car and I followed. He looked around smelling the air then glanced over the car at me. "I'm fucking terrified of clowns."

"Then I guess you'll shit your pants when you see what's behind you."

Edward's face froze as he slowly turned around to see a big, red nosed nothing.

"Sorry, you just ruined your jeans," I laughed running from him as he smirked and high tailed it after me. "Your smirk won't save you now, Cullen!"

"Well fuck me!"

"I'd rather not make love with you, given the current situation!"

"Damn, I brush off on you. Given current situation, hm? So, are you giving me a rain check?"

"That's for you to decide and plus, if I was, you'd have to get it from me first," I turned, slowing down as I gave him my own smirk and he cocked his head to the side.

He pointed at me before dropping his hand to his side. "You're mouth is twitching," he added his signature smirk this time.

"Fuck off," I stuck my tongue out before running again.

The scent of cotton candy flooded my nostrils and the cool sea breeze tousled my hair as I ran through the crowd of the carnival onto the pier. I sprinted to the edge of the pier and closed my eyes, letting my senses take over. The soothing sound of the water slamming against rocks, the cool air lifting not just my hair off of my back, but every worry, cooling every inch of my body.

I opened my eyes and hopped up on the railing looking out to the ocean.

"You fall, you fall," Edward's voice said behind me as he put his hands on my waist, jerking me forward slightly.

"Shit!" I quickly grabbed onto his arm and a smirk rose upon his face and I rolled my eyes. "Ass."

"So I've heard," he added with a grin as he leaned his head against my arm, his protective hold still intact. The compartment in the back of my head slowly opened, begging me to release it, but my god damn warlock powers slammed it shut.

"Hungry?"

"Carnival food? Fuck yes." I turned around slowly and slid off the railing and looked up as Edward was inches away. He had that look in his eye again; the one that…I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. That's it, the cotton candy fumes have grown too much. I'm being poisoned.

"Ladies first," he murmured as he took a step back, gesturing then following next to me as we made our way to the hot pretzel booth.

Edward forced me to let him pay, saying that he owed me a pretzel from when he ate the rest of mine the first day we met. I reluctantly agreed. It was weird to think about me and Edward meeting for the first time. I know this is cliché, but I feel like I've always know him. That he's always been there for me and I just didn't notice. It made me feel whole inside, knowing that he would be there for me as long as I needed him and even more complete when I realized I wanted him too.

We continued walking around the carnival, making fun of some lady with a dog stroller, the guy who claims to have the longest mustache in Forks, which really isn't a big accomplishment considering you could see the glue where he attaches his fucking Santa Claus beard and the occasional parent attempting to subdue a volcano of a child.

I literally shoved Edward into the bounce house and then immediately regretted it when I saw fifteen three to ten year olds look up at me with their beady I'm-going-to-murder-you-while-you-sleep eyes. My face went pale as my eyes widened and the bounce house filled with laughter, the source you may ask? Fucking Edward Cullen and his little mafia of children.

He sat on the floor of the bounce house, arms wrapped around his stomach like he was fucking holding himself together; his little minions sprinkled around him doubled over in laughter.

"Not funny, ass wipe!" I yelled as I torpedoed a red ball at his bouffant of hair. Yes, this bounce house had those shitty plastic balls that most likely contain every disease in the world.

"Sh, there are children around!" Edward smirked as he put his hands over one of the kid's ears. I flung another ball hard at his chest. When I say flung, I mean hurled like a 300lb discus World Champion.

"Oh, that's it, pretty lady," Edward flared his lip-resurrecting his Elvis impression as he stood up, leaving his flock of murderous children behind.

"Impersonating another dead man, do you see this trend? I think the dead may be trying to contact you. Give you a hint," I nodded, backing up into the corner of the bounce house. "Shit, why are bounce houses so small?" I whined.

"They can call me, beep me, if they wanna reach me." He's cornered me now, his arms on either side of me; foiling my escape.

"Kim Possible?"

"Yes. Or leave a message on my Ouija board," Elvis smirked as he leaned closer.

I glanced away trying to keep my focus off of how close Edward's face is. "They need to make bigger bounce houses," I muttered under my breath.

"Well, first off, we're about-," Edward started, inches from my lips now.

"Five feet and a hundred pounds bigger than allowed," the squirrelly pedo- looking Bounce House attendant announced, his voice permeating through the house of bounce.

Edward chuckled as he pulled back, dropping one of his hands. "We'll be right out."

"Makes sense," I laughed. "He likes younger boys and girls, we're too old."

"Sick. Damn, I can't leave these little guys here. Come on, soldiers. Move out!" Edward rallied his troops and they marched out in front of him, Edward rounding up the back with a huge grin on his face.

"You should be one of those creepy, male kindergarten teachers that play guitar and wear sweater vests."

"Guitar, check. Sweater vests, double check."

"You must show me this," I smirked hopping out of the bounce house and grabbing the correct pair of converse. I'd rather not get stuck with light up Bob the Builder sketchers. Although, I bet PeeWee Herman over here would.

"I think for Christmas I'm going to get you a box. And inside that box is going to be a three year old child," Edward smirked as he leaned down and whispered into my ear.

"I think for Christmas I'm going to get you a box. And inside that box will be a freshly shaken Gremlin," I grinned back.

"Ooh, saucy. I like it."

"You worry me."

We- as Edward says in his gay voice- "sashayed" through the rest of the Forks Carnival, playing a few games here and there. Edward's not the ideal guy to bring to a carnival. You know the one that wins you the biggest fucking panda bear so you can shove it in your closet because you're afraid it will come alive during the night. Yeah, that one. But then again, I'm not the type of girl that expects a guy to win her one. He spent probably $100 trying to win be a giant bear, but ended up with a Tomagachi.

"Holy shit, it's a blast from the past," I grinned as he plopped it into the palm of my hand.

"You better not let it die in its own shit; that damn piece of plastic cost me $100," Edward said, exhaustion tingeing his smooth voice.

"It's not my fault you can't fling a squishy lobster into a bucket," I smirked nudging him.

"The guy next to me was distracting!"

"He was nine and had a bowl cut."

"Yeah, but his face was full of determination."

I couldn't help but laugh and shortly after Edward joined me. We started wandering around the outer banks of the carnival, gradually making our way to Edward's Volvo, cracking up the entire way.

I'm feeding my Tomagachi a scone when Edward's laughter suddenly ceases.

Must have spotted a rouge clown, one sec pansy, trying to get my Tomagachi to sleep. I think to myself.

I quickly glance up to make sure he's still breathing and a laugh steals itself. He's frozen in his place: lips parted, fist clenched, eye set. "Damn, Edward, what are you going to do? Shove him into a smart cart?" I say laughing as I shove my Tomagachi - Milton - into the back pocket of my black jeans.

It's like when that asshole neighbor kid from down the street knows your biggest fear, so he takes that fear and chases you around your front yard with it. Sometimes it's a lizard, a beetle, a garden snake, soft serve ice cream, shoe laces. And other times it's your father.

"Hey, kids."