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At six thirty on the dot, I rang Bella's doorbell. I'm not sure if she will even hear it, considering the pouring rain outside. My raincoat was dripping wet. The rain was coming down sleek and icy. I was already freezing, and I hadn't been standing here for more than twenty seconds.I rang it again for good measure.

Thunder rumbled through the sky as Bella opened the door. She jumped from the shock of the sound and I laughed at her. Thunderstorms are so common in Forks, the sounds that come with it shouldn't catch anyone off guard.

She laughed at her idiocy and moved aside to let me in. I took off my coat and hung it on the coat rack right next to the door.

"You're better with time than I am," she said as we made our way to the family room. She flicked on the light (It was only six thirty, but the storm made it pitch black.) We both sat down on the couch.

She stretched out a bit and lay down the length of the couch so that her feet were in my lap.

"Sure, go ahead, use me as a footrest."

"Oh I will. Edward?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's your backpack?"

Fuck. I didn't bring any work. I didn't even have any work to do.

"Oh, I don't have any homework."

"You didn't have to come then. I doubt Principal Maze expects us to endure each other's company for no reason. Along as we get together most of the days, I doubt she will care."

"Endure? I'm not that bad!"

"Sure you aren't."

"Correction, I haven't been that bad since yesterday."

Does she expect me to leave? I should have just brought some random chemistry homework! Why didn't I think about this when I left my house?

"I can go, if you want. I didn't want you to wait up for me. We never exchanged numbers, so I didn't have a way to tell you." I lied quickly. It was true, I don't have her number, but that wasn't what I was thinking about when I left my house backpack-less.

I scratched the back of my neck for something to do.

"Oh no, it's fine! I didn't mean for it to seem like I was kicking you out. And you're right, I guess I don't have your number. That might be useful...For cancellations purposes I mean, not for-"

"Yeah of course! We don't want to leave the other hanging. What else would it be for?" I added. Why was this so awkward? I felt awkward, and she was blushing so she must feel awkward. But Bella always blushes, so it doesn't give much away.

"Here, put your number in," I said while handing her my cell.

"Okay. Here, put yours in too." She threw her phone into my waiting hands.

I tried to go to her New Contacts screen, but her phone was locked.

"Bella, your phone's locked. What's your password?"

"Right, sorry. Green."

"Green? That's not random," I said while typing it in.

"I just changed it to that, actually."

I looked over to see her blushing crazy, but she ducked her head when her eyes met mine. Weird.

I wish I had time to look through her contacts and texts. I knew that was an invasion of privacy, but I wanted to know if she ever mentions me in her conversations. Does she still text that jerk from the diner?

What about her contacts? Is it all guys? Why can't she just talk to that girl she mentioned, instead of Jacob. What was her name? Lindsey? Linda? Mia? Leah! Yeah, I bet Leah is better than that annoying piece of shit. Is the waiter guy still in her contacts? Did she ever even add him?

"You're not looking through my phone are you?" She asked accusingly. It's like she read my mind.

I rolled my eyes and tossed her phone into her lap. "No I'm not. Now give me back my phone. For all I know, you're sending a mass text out in my name."

She laughed, and I hope my comment didn't make her think of the most recent mass text which was subsequently focused on her.

"That's a good idea. I haven't forgotten about your last...idea of fun. I think I'll keep this for now if you don't mind."

"Over my dead body, that's my lifeline." That wasn't true. I never reply to half of the messages I get, but I wanted to play along.

She took her feet off of my lap and stood up lazily, stretching both her hands toward the ceiling, yawning. The maneuver lifted her shirt just enough to reveal a small patch of her pale skin. My eyes fixated on that location, but I moved them quickly to her hands. The right hand had my phone, and the left hand had her phone.

"Give me my phone, Swan."

"No."

"You do realize I'm ten times stronger than you."

"You do realize you can't use your strength to magically will your phone out of my hand and into yours, three feet away."

She took a few steps back and said "I mean four feet away."

I raised an eyebrow at her and stood up.

"I guess you want to do this the hard way."

"So much confidence, Cullen."

She giggled and started to walk backwards into the hallway. Bad idea, there's only one direction for her to go there.

I stalked toward her with a grin on my face.

"I'm just going to wait for you to fall over. Isabella Swan walking backwards? Disaster waiting to happen."

"Don't push your luck."

"Don't push your luck," I snarled as I launched myself at her, making her scream. I threw her over my shoulder and walked back over to the couch.

"Hey! Put me down!" She protested, but she was laughing at the same time.

"You better not drop me," She said right before I set her upright on the couch.

I stood right in front of her with my palm out.

"Phone," I said expectantly.

She rolled her eyes and put both her hands behind her back. "Not a chance. I think it's my turn to be the annoying one."

I laughed at her audacity. Obviously, she knew I was going to win in the end, she was just making it more difficult. That was fine with me.

I bent over her and she tried to squirm away, but without the use of her hands, it was a fruitless attempt.

I reached around her back and took both of our phones from her grasp. My cheek grazed hers in the process, and I yearned to lift my hand to the spot on my skin that was now burning. But that would be too obvious. I sound like a gushing teenage girl.

Then I sat back down at the other end of the couch.

"Hey! You took mine too. That's not fair."

"I don't play fair. You can have it back later if you're nice to me. You should know that I would love a foot massage right now." I then lifted my feet to place in her lap, but she pushed them away.

"Gross," was all she said. Bella then crawled over to my side and tried to retrieve her phone.

"Give it back! You're supposed to be the gentleman and let me win."

"Since when am I the gentleman?" I asked laughing while hold both of our phone away from her, in one hand. My other hand kept her at bay.

Eventually she gave up and lay back down at the other side, pouting. She placed her feet back onto my lap.

Then she held her hand out and said, "Please can I have my phone back?"

"Sure." I put it in her hand and she rolled her eyes at me.

"So I'll just head home now," I said melancholy.

"Oh okay then. Are you sure it's safe to drive in this weather? We don't want a repeat of last Friday."

"That's because your truck is a piece of shit."

"Don't hate on the truck! It has personality."

"Sure it does. But you're probably right, I should wait for it to calm down a bit...If that's okay with you?"

"Yes of course, that's no problem. You would have been here anyway."

After a couple of minutes of no talking, Bella broke the silence.

"I can turn the tv on?"

"Oh yeah, that's a good idea."

She turned the tv on and handed me the remote.

"Do you have a preference?" I asked her.

"Not really. I don't watch much tv, I wouldn't know what's good."

"Yeah me either. I'll just go through everything."

I stopped at a channel that advertised that the Ring was coming up next.

"What are you doing?" Bella asked nervously.

"I picked a show. Or a movie."

"This movie? You want to watch the Ring?"

"Yeah why not? You aren't scared are you?"

"Yes I am! I hate scary movies! And it's cracking thunder outside!" she exclaimed in disbelief of my choice.

Now we have to watch it. It'll be fun.

"You'll be fine."

I got up and turned off the lights.

"Why did you do that?!"

"You can't watch a scary movie with the lights on! Obviously you dumbass."

"You're trying to kill me." she said melodramatically.

"No I'm not. I'm giving you a thrill."

I sat back down, but moved closer to the center. She put her feet back up, but now her calves were on my lap instead. She didn't notice my change in seating, or if she did she didn't say anything.

Her phone lit up and vibrated, and since the room's only source of light was the tv, the cell phone's brightness was obnoxious.

She flipped open her phone. "Sorry, that was my dad. He has to stay at the station overnight. I think he's helping out with a case in Seattle."

"Oh that's fine. But I might have to kill you in seven days," I whispered as seriously as I could.

"Shut up."

It was about three-quarters through the movie, and I couldn't stop laughing for life of me.

Bella was curled up into a ball, shrieking every two seconds. She closed her eyes every time she thought something bad would happen.

It was hilarious. The move itself didn't scare me either. It was unrealistic, and it's not like the killer can just pop out of the screen and attack me. I don't understand why anyone gets genuinely frightened by horror films.

Bella was definitely one of those people. Who would have thought?

I had calmed down, but then erupted into uncontrollable laughing, shaking the couch, when Bella screamed out again.

"Will you shut up! How are you not frightened? Even slightly shaking in trepidation?" She asked me in an incredulous voice.

"Oh I'm shaking, just not in fear," I managed to choke out eventually.

"You should see yourself right now," I continued, "It's hilarious. And this movie is ridiculous. How would this even be possible? No child is capable of this. And she just magically knows who watches the video? Bullshit. You know the main actress is the voice for Lilo in Lilo and Stitch?"

It was still pouring rain outside, but the thunder and lightning stopped about twenty minutes ago.

The movie ended, leaving Bella shaking.

I chuckled and whispered "Oooh, scary."

"Thank god it's over. That was the scariest shit ever," She said as she slowly made her way over to the light switch to turn it on.

"I guess we'll have to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre," I stated loudly enough for her to hear.

"Hell no," I heard Bella mutter.

I stood up lazily to follow Bella. She walked to the kitchen, flipping on every single light in the house as she did so.

"Paranoid much?" I asked her.

"Maybe."

She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. I denied when she asked me for some.

The way her hips moved when stretching up to get a glass was enticing. She had to go on her toes to get the preferred cup.

I saw on the oven clock it was about eight forty-five already.

I waved my hand at her and said "Well, see you later."

Then I walked toward the front door grinning.

"Wait!" Bella screeched, making me turn around and face her.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You can't just make me watch that, and then leave me alone when it's pitch black and raining!"

"Want me to scare the monsters out from under your bed?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

She scowled at me and crossed her arms.

"I'm joking. I can stay for a little while, keep Samara from chopping off that pretty head of yours."

Bella stuck her adorable tongue out at me.

"Very mature, Bella."

She quickly rinsed out her glass.

"We can go in my room."

She sprinted to turn off all the lights, and then booked it to her room, tripping several times the way up. I'm sure lack of vision didn't help her lack of balance.

I followed her up the stairs at more leisurely pace, not afraid of any monsters coming out in the dark.

When I strolled into her room, she was already seated on her bed.

I pulled my phone out and sent a quick text to Mom and Rose, telling them I'll be home late. Then I added that they can call Bella if they don't believe I am where I should be.

I walked over to her desk. The right half of the desk just had four stacks of books, all lined up neatly.

"How do you work with these taking up half of the space?" I asked her.

"I don't really use my desk to do work."

"Then where do you?"

"Anywhere I'm in the mood to do it. On my bed, the kitchen, the family room floor, outside on those rare, sunny days..."

She was laying down on her bed again, on the right side.

"Ugh I miss the sun."

"Must have been sunnier in Arizona, huh?"

"Hell yeah. Even in January people wore flip-flops."

"Do you ever miss it?"

"Phoenix?" she questioned.

"I don't know, all of it. Your mom, your old school, your old friends."

"Sometimes. I miss the heat. I miss my mom. I miss having a big school, where everyone didn't know everyone's business...But none of my friends really stuck except a few. I'm close with the kids from La Push more than any friends from Phoenix I think."

Fucking La Push.

I turned back to her desk, and saw that the top book on the center stack was a brand new copy of Wuthering Heights.

My guilt just got turned up about eight notches. I can't even recall what I ended up doing with her old, battered copy.

I sighed and pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, taking out a twenty. I have no idea how much it cost.

"Here," I said to her, holding out the bill. She sat up and eyed me curiously. When she took in the money in my hand, she scowled at me.

"What is that for?" She asked coldly. What can she possibly be offended for? She doesn't even know what it's for!

"For the book, Wuthering Heights. I don't know where I put your other one, and I feel bad you had to go out and buy a new one."

"I don't need your money."

"I didn't say you needed it, I was just paying you back."

"It cost eleven dollars."

"I don't have change."

She rolled her eyes at me. "I'm not taking your money. I would have had to buy a new one soon anyways, the old one's cover was its own entity."

"Just take it!" I said angrily, shoving it into her hand.

"No!"

"Why not?" I asked annoyed. I leaned against her desk, folding my arms. The twenty sat on her bed, with neither of us touching it.

"Because I don't want your pity," she said angrily.

I hung my head at her choice of words. After a few deep breaths, I looked up at her. "I'm not pitying you. I feel like shit for being a jerk and I'm trying to make it up."

"You don't need to make it up."

I crawled on the bed next to her, grabbing the twenty on my way.

"Yes I do. I'm trying to do the right thing here."

She bit her lip as she took in what I was saying.

"What if the right thing isn't always the best? Would it still be the right thing to do if you were being forced to do it? Wouldn't you find that superficial and contradictory?" She launched at me.

This conversation is going to lead to some deep shit isn't it?

"Who says the right thing is being forced?"

"The person doing it."

Right, she's referring to Saturday morning.

"The person may have spoken of the action as forced at one point, but was really only speaking out of his ass."

"But the action is still being forced."

I sighed. "Can I drop the evasives?"

She nodded at me with wary eyes.

"I assume you're talking about Saturday morning? Bella, on Saturday...I...I was being stupid. I was getting defensive when Rosalie started throwing all of those questions at me. None of it was true. I tried to tell myself that it was, but it wasn't."

"Edward, I..I don't want you to force yourself to do this. I know I told you to start being nice to me if you didn't want to get-"

"Bella, I'm not forcing myself! I'm not. I swear. And I am sorry for everything I've done. I promised you yesterday that I was, and I don't break promises."

"But I don't know that! I don't Edward. Your mom could be making you do this right now! Or Rosalie! Or even Principal-"

"Really? You think anyone could make me do something I don't want? I do what I want."

"You didn't want to do this whole thing in the first place."

"Yeah but I wasn't too cooperative was I? Bella you're gonna have to trust me. I want..." What? To be your boyfriend? To date you? For you to be mine?

"I want to be friends," I settled for. You have to walk before you can run.

I hadn't realized we were unconsciously leaning toward each other. Our hands were touching. Our faces were within inches again.

I pulled back before I did anything stupid, but left our hands in contact.

"Edward, are you sure? I...I can't handle it if you're just saying this to say it."

She looked away, ashamed for admitting her vulnerability.

"Bella? Bella?"

She sighed and lay down again. Then she started laughing. I mean really laughing. Hysterically.

"Hahahahaha..."

What the hell?

"Bella? What the hell? What's so funny?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I should be amused, annoyed, or angry. I think I was a mix.

She's still laughing just as hard. I lean over her, placing my palm on her bed, to the right of her head, to hold myself up.

"Do I get to hear the joke?" I asked.

"This is so funny!" she gasped between giggles, clutching her sides.

After she calmed down, and only hiccups were escaping her mouth, I question her further.

"Care to explain?" I asked, putting my other palm on the other side of her head, so that I was using two arms to support myself.

"Well, it's just ironic, don't you think? I absolutely loathed you a week ago. And you hated me too-"

I shook my head at her. "I don't think I hated you. I think I...was confused by you. You were so difficult, so hard to push over the edge. I think I hated the fact that I couldn't win the game between us."

"The game? I wasn't aware that there was one," she said a little breathlessly.

"The fact that you didn't proves how much you were winning."

"I believe the score must have been like Cullen eight hundred sixty-seven, Swan zero?"

"The opposite actually. If I won, I wouldn't have kept going with it. You know, you never did tell me why you agreed to this whole arrangement."

"I'm not about to tell you right now either."

"You promised! This promise thing has to work both ways! I could just repeat what I did yesterday but-"

"No, no, no, do not do that again. I don't think my ribs could handle a round two."

"Then spit it out."

"Okay. I will...not now."

"Not now?."

"No. Not now. Later. I promise I will later. Now isn't right. I'm not sure how you will react."

"Bella you can tell me," I said softly. I changed my position so that I was resting on my forearms instead of my palms.

"Not now Edward," she whispered back. She was breathing unevenly, and her mouth was left slightly open.

"Okay, later," I said. I started leaning my face closer to her, my eyes closing on their own accord, wanting to connect our lips. To finish what we started last night.

Didn't I say that wouldn't happen again?

All rational thinking went out the window thirty seconds ago.

Anticipation was building up, I was just about to feel how soft and warm her lips were.

But I was shoved off the bed and onto the floor before I could actually touch my lips to her.

Shit. Quick, damage control. "I'm sorry Bella, I.."

She repositioned herself so that she was sitting up, but she didn't look at me.

I spoke again before she could.

"Bella I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking again. I wasn't even taking how you were feeling into consideration. And yesterday I just said I wouldn't do that again."

She didn't say anything. "Bella?"

Tears started to run down her cheeks. Shit she was crying.

Why did I make her cry again?! Was she really that scared of me kissing her?

"Oh no, Bella don't cry. Please don't cry."

"Why did you do that Edward? Have you been nice this entire time to get into my pants? First to screw Swan? Well fuck you Edward Cullen."

I stood up quickly and sat down beside her. What? What is she saying? She thinks I was going to fuck her? I wouldn't mind that. Hearing Bella moan my name, beg for release as I brought her close to the edge.

Fuck. This is not the time for that. And that's not what I was thinking about a few minutes ago, I just wanted a kiss.

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration.

She moved to get off the bed, but I grabbed her wrist. I was speechless. She thinks I've been playing her this whole time. Fantastic.

"Bella, that's not what I meant. I didn't even ask you, but I never had to ask before, I'm not making excuses, really I.."

I wasn't even sure if she was listening, she was trying to twist out of my grip, but I pulled her back onto the bed.

"Bella, stop!"

"Let go!"

"No! Not until you listen to me."

She stopped struggling then and turned to me.

"I did listen to you! But I can't believe you Edward! You can't just go from absolutely hating someone to wanting to kiss them in little over a week! You can't just go from calling someone a waste of space to wanting to be their friend. You can't just expect me to think this isn't just another bet! Another chance to humiliate me and get laid at the same time!"

She pushed at my chest after every sentence, and was sobbing now.

"A bet?! You think I would have told you all of those things on Monday for a damn bet?! You think I would risk my reputation and sit with you to win some money? You think I would spend this much time with you just to get into your pants?! Well fuck you!" I screamed furiously at her.

"I DON'T KNOW! I just told you that! Do NOT turn this around on me. You're known for fucking girls at every other corner! FORGIVE ME for jumping to conclusions! My bad!" she screamed back at me, her chest heaving, tears streaking down her face. She was all red from either anger, embarrassment, or crying.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Bella yelled at me, shoving at my chest to push me away.

She was still trying to shove me away so she could get off the bed. Ok, so maybe screaming at her wasn't the best idea. But what the fuck is her problem? Ok, I guess I can see her skepticism. You guess? It's crystal fucking clear.

I didn't know what to do. I just sat there next to her while she cried. I was not prepared for this breakdown.

Bella kneeled on the bed and started hitting and punching me, but I didn't protest or try to stop her. I put my hands up to block off the ones to my face. Isn't this a little childish? Whatever, just let her do what she wants, it's your fault anyway.

"Why-did-you-have-to-be-so-cruel. Get away from me!" She said in between punches. One landed hard right in the center of my chest, but I ignored the pain.

I rubbed her arms and tried to get her to calm down. Was this normal? I felt terrible but I couldn't do anything to stop it.

"I. Didn't. Deserve. Any. Of. It." She said. She hit me one more time on the arm, but then stopped and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was controlling her sobs, the crying was dialing down. Her breathing was evening out.

I didn't say anything because it would be useless.

What should I do now? Girls like hugs right? Esme does, and so does Rosalie. Alice hugged me when we were introduced.

Bella laid back down on her bed, her hand running through her hair. She stopped crying.

"Can I hug you?" Smooth Edward. That's not an awkward question at all. I have to get some tips from Jasper. Who knew the day would come when I would go to him for girl problems, and not vice versa.

"Um..what?" she asked dumbfounded.

"Can I..you know..if you do-nevermind..I'm just gonna..." I drifted out of my sentence and arranged myself around her, settling her head on my chest. My arms wrapped around her waist.

Bella was completely rigid like a brick. I think she held her breath too. She wouldn't move an inch.

"What are you doing?" she asked, rudely.

"I'm...comforting you. What does it look like?"

"It looks weird."

"You're telling me." Actually, it felt nice. Having Bella pressed up against me. If she would just fucking relax.

"Relax, I'm not gonna fucking do anything."

I know friends didn't do this. Friends didn't try to kiss one another. But I didn't care. I know I wanted to break her before, but it didn't bring me any satisfaction to see her break anymore.

She did eventually loosen up, squirming to make herself more comfortable.

This weekend was just..interesting. Annoying. Weird. Unexpected. Odd.

Why couldn't she just get into my car on Friday?

She has a normal social life, and gets hit on by annoying piece of shits.

She wouldn't leave my mind for more than three freaking seconds on Sunday.

Why couldn't I hug her like that? Why the fuck does he get to hug her like that?

I got to talk to her, actually talk to her. I spent time with a girl, and it didn't revolve around getting in her pants, no matter what she thought my motives were.

She was a real, genuine person. A nice, innocent, lovely person. She laughed when she found something funny, not because she was expected to laugh.

She got scared over a scary movie.

She was bluntly honest, and when she lied, it was so obvious it didn't even count.

It was all so, refreshing.

"Sorry," she said quietly about a half hour after the first tear fell. We were still both laying down on her bed, with her in my arms. I have her in my arms. How many people get to say they got in bed with their crush in a matter of hours? Okay, not the best circumstances or the right context, but still.

Not the time Edward.

Bella chuckled weakly. "That's the second time you saw me like that."

"It's fine. I've put you through a lot."

"You could say that. You're the only person I've cried in front of beside Jake. And my parents, I guess, from when I was a small child. Sorry."

Really? It was probably inappropriate for me to be happy right now, but I couldn't help it. That means she took down her wall, let her guard down. That's a step.

"Stop apologizing. Seriously, it's not a big deal." I said to her softly.

Her hair was fanned out everywhere, covering her face, so I couldn't see what she was thinking.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked her curiously.

"About how I think Edward Cullen is willingly in my room. And I am willingly allowing him in my room. Who would have thought this day would ever come?"

"You're telling me. And what do you mean you think? You think I would have dealt with those waterworks if I was being forced to?"

Not only in her room, but on her bed. I wish I could be in the bed with her. I don't want anyone else besides me there with her. Possessive much?

"Bella how far have you gone?" I blurted out before I could actually think about what I was asking. What is wrong with me? Is now really the best time to bring that up?

"Why?" She lifted her head, and rested her chin on my chest to look at me. Her eyes were a little watery and red, but she was still so gorgeous.

She folded her hands underneath her chin, waiting for my answer.

"Just curious."

She sighed and laid her head back down, so that her cheek touched my chest. I think it was so I couldn't see her face.

"Are you going to tell anyone?" She asked.

"Obviously not." I rolled my eyes at her, but she couldn't see.

"Fine, but if you laugh at me I'm never talking to you."

I smirked at her demanding voice, but I knew it was only a layer of protection for her, incase I did laugh and tell the school.

"I won't laugh, I promise."

I wanted to know the answer so badly, I'm not sure why. What difference would it make?

It would mean another man was with her, besides me.

She still didn't answer my question. I should just tell her to drop it. But I wanna know! What am I? A fourteen year-old?

"Bella?"

"Give me a minute."

"Uh, sure."

I was getting frustrated. If she wasn't gonna answer, couldn't she just tell me to shove it?

"All the way," she whispered finally. She shook out her hair, making sure every inch of her face was covered.

"What?!" I had to take extra care not to tighten my grip on her waist. What the fuck? She's not a virgin? How?

What difference does it fucking make? So what? But I fucking wanted to fucking pop her fucking cherry. Fuck. I sound like a whiny teenager.

"You-you've had sex?" I manage to stutter out. What did I expect? Well I expected her to be a virgin! She seemed like she would.

She seemed like a a lot of things actually.

"I just said I did!" she snapped. Well how many times? With who? How was it?

She could have a great sex life. But then again, she could have the worst sex life. She could have done it once and that's it. But then again, she could be doing it every fucking weekend. What the fuck. I did not see this coming.

"Who would have thought? I didn't expect that."

"Didn't anyone tell you not to judge a book by its cover?" I rolled my eyes at her. Whatever.

"Like, a lot?" These are some personal questions I'm asking. I must sound like a nosy-ass perv. I need to shut my mouth. But then again, if she answers, it would be worth it.

"This is none of your business! I'm not answering."

"Why not? I'll tell you."

I bet she rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah, but I don't have to ask to know the answer to that," she said.

"Wow. Okay, so you're not a..virgin. Okay. Weird." She sprung up suddenly to look me in the eye, sitting up straight.

"You know, just because you made me out to be a perfect, innocent school girl, doesn't mean it's true. You can stop acting so shocked over every little thing, because it's getting old."

"I would hardly call someone's virginity a little thing. Some girls actually value that."

"Excuse me? Exactly what are you insinuating here, Edward?" She asked with her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised. She was adorable when she got upset, how did I not notice this before? Adorable? I should start wearing a skirt too. Maybe some heels to match. Pathetic.

"Absolutely nothing. Just that, most girls seem to want their first time to be, you know."

"And what makes you think my first time wasn't what I wanted?"

"So you've done it more than once, huh?"

"That's not what I'm saying. Arggh! You know what? If you're gonna be an ass, maybe you should just leave." She tried to move away from me, but I wrapped my arms around her waist in a panic. What is wrong with me? Am I trying to get her to hate me even more?

"No, wait! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. You just took me off guard."

"I don't care." She was still trying to get up.

"Jesus Bella, stop. I said I was sorry."

She stopped struggling and turned toward me. With my arms secure around her waist, when she stopped struggling I automatically pulled her closer. "Well sorry doesn't always cut it Edward. You need to think before you speak."

"I know, okay? This is just..different. I didn't mean it, really." Bella just stared at me, but she didn't look like she was staring at me. She had this faraway look in her chocolate eyes. I don't know how to explain it. I cleared my throat and she focused again, with a layer of blush.

"Right, um okay," she said timidly. Bella says I'm bipolar but she's the same. one minute she's pissed and aggressive, and the next minute she's back to the quiet and blushing shy girl.

I laid us back down.

"You know we never decided what we were going to do with your twenty," I told her.

"I feel like we never resolve anything we start."

"No, we don't," she agreed.

"How about you take ten and I take ten. It's called a compromise," I suggested.

"But you are still just giving me ten dollars."

"Did you want more?"

She snorted. "That's not what I meant." She rolled her eyes at me.

"For that, you have to take all of it!" I said.

"What? No! That's not fair."

"Too late. It's yours."

"I'm not taking it," she said stubbornly.

I sighed and shifted her off of me. Then I grabbed the twenty up from the bed, ripped it into ten or fifteen pieces, and threw it away in blue trash can next to her desk.

I lay back down on her bed and pulled her back into the former position we were in, but she placed her head down so that I couldn't see her face.

"I can't believe you just did that. That was twenty bucks in the garbage, literally."

"Well I wasn't going to keep it, and you refused to accept it. You're really stubborn."

"So are you," was her come back.

"Yeah, but you're worse. You have such a one-track mind. I'm dealing with an idiot."

"Nuh-uh. Rosalie changed my mind plenty of times. I wasn't even going to go out with Kyle until she told me I might as well.."

I had to be careful not to tighten my grip too much on Bella's waist, again, at the sound of her stupid date.

Why would Rose do that? When did she do that? She knew how I felt about Bella before I knew!

That brought me to another thought.

"What did you and Rosalie talk about on Saturday?"

"Not much. She got to the point and that was that.."

"That's Rosalie for you. But you didn't answer my question. What point?"

"You are so nosy."

Only about you. Creepy.

"Um, let's see," she continued. "It's not what you think."

'How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Because I know how you think?"

"Okay, minder reader, what was I thinking?"

"You were thinking I told her all about our...disagreements at school. You think she told me all about how you're actually a nice person and I just need to get to know you. Am I right?"

She was spot on.

I ignored her question. "So then what did you both say about me? I think I deserve to know."

"Not a chance. I'm not saying a word. That was between your sister, or your cousin I mean, and I. And like I said, it was barely anything. I don't understand why you care. We spent less than ten minutes alone."

"You just met her, though! You've known me for more than two years! And if it's barely anything, why can't you tell me?"

"No, I've known you for...six days. I've known Rosalie for five, that's pretty close."

She's starting the count from Friday. That made me smile.

"But still, you like me better. I beat her in the friendship wise."

"That doesn't matter...you guys are really close huh?"

"Yeah, I suppose we are. I usually just refer to her as my sister, I'm to her as a brother. Technically, we aren't even related"

"You're family in every way that counts."

"You really aren't going to tell me? Rosalie wouldn't budge either."

"What are you? A stalker? Do you need to know everything? And I just told you, it was nothing."

"Not since I met you, really met you. I feel the need to know everything about you. I don't even know your favorite color...that's not creepy is it?"

She laughed at me, shaking gently on my chest. "Just slightly. Brown, that's my favorite color."

"Brown? Who's favorite color is brown?"

"Well, what's your favorite color, if brown isn't up to your standards?"

"Red." Red? Since when is red my favorite color? It was black the last time I checked.

"But red is so normal!" She exclaimed jokingly.

"Sorry for trying to fit in. Not everyone wants to be the weird kid...If your favorite color is brown, why is your password green?" I asked her, completely stumped.

"Just because...that would be too obvious anyway," she answered nervously. Hah! She was lying to me.

"I know you're lying. You're such a bad liar. But I won't push you."

"For once!" she said half-heartedly. Was she tired? It was barely ten thirty.

Then she yawned leisurely.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No! I mean, not unless you want to that is."

I grinned at her enthusiasm. She wants me to stay.

Good, because I didn't want to leave yet.

"I'll stay a little while longer," I said.

After a few minutes she asked me a question, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"So, friends?"

"Friends," I said immediately. But I want more. Friends will have to do for now.

A/N: You know reviews are the best thing ever? Like ever? Ugh my fingers are literally on fire. I can't imagine how they were able to burn for two whole days to become vampires. If you read the original version, though I'm not going to change it again, I do want to know which one you guys like better.