A/N: Alright readers, I still need your help. I am working on a new story and I need your help with some ideas. Of course Changing Prejudices will be priority, but this idea will not leave me alone. It's even exerting itself before my other story Ship Wrecked. Thanks to RebeccaMarieCullen and goldeneyesx who gave great suggestions, but I need a LOT of suggestions to use. My question is this:

What is some quality about you that is simple and random that has surprised a guy before?

Example: In Twilight, Edward is shocked at Bella's taste in music—Debussy and Linkin Park (the CD that is not specifically named in the book when Edward asks what is in her CD player).

Example: I have a credit card with the painting Starry Night by Van Gogh as the background. I used it at a bookstore and the guy at the register was very loud about how impressed he was by that. He was also impressed by one of the books that I was buying. His words were "You're just impressing me all over the place tonight!"

That's the kinds of things I need. Random, simple, silly little quirks and preferences that impress guys. I need random things that have amazed/ shocked many different types of guys. So, please help me by PM or review. Thanks in advance.

Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 10

BPOV

It took forever with as slow as I had to go. Edward never seemed to mind, though. I never heard one sound from him until we reached the third floor. Then he let out a small sigh of relief. I guess he didn't enjoy staring at my butt for twenty-six stairs. Oh, no. That's what he'd done for the past thirty minutes. He'd had to stare at my butt! I blushed like crazy and couldn't answer his question.

"Which apartment is yours?" I could only point and blush more. I knew that the second I opened my mouth I would blurt out an apology for the past thirty minutes, and I didn't know if that was something I should apologize for. Surely he knew with me going before him…wait, unless he wanted me to go first for that reason? No. I would just have to leave it at that he wanted to make sure I got up the stairs safely. I tried to put it out of my mind.

He took my keys and opened the door to #308, home sweet home for Alice and I for the past two years. I was ecstatic that it looked so clean and grown up.

I crutched over to our couch, a tan microfiber sectional that made it impossible to have any other seating. It was closer to the door than my bed and I figured I should be out here Renee brought everyone over. She didn't really want to surprise me after just coming home from the hospital.

"A lot of people are coming over," I told Edward once I was settled in comfortably. "I know some of them will recognize you and some of them will not be able to remain as calm as I am about you." He nodded that he understood and left to get the rest of my stuff from his trunk.

I took advantage of his absence to practice a little with the crutches. I had used them before, but it was always good to practice before really letting loose on them. I tried to make it to the kitchen to heat up a HotPocket or something, but he was actually back in the door before I reached the freezer.

"You must have been really concerned to have ran down and then up both flights of stairs," I said, trying to cover my guilt at getting caught. He had to have been running all that time because that's the only explanation for how quickly he got back. Unless I was just that slow? He was barely even breathing heavily.

"Sit back down," he ordered. "I ran because I knew you'd be stubborn and get up to get something to eat instead of waiting for me." I crutched back to the couch. His hands were full so he couldn't help me. I purposely did not tell him where to put it so he couldn't help me.

I'd just realized that we were in my apartment, alone, not in a hospital, with what could be hours before anyone else showed up. I knew my parents had church and my friends usually hung out on Sundays, relaxing before another work week began. I was suddenly nervous. I tried once again to ignore the fact he was a movie star. A gorgeous movie star. A gorgeous movie star who seemed to have some strange interest in my life and well being.

I sat down on the couch and watched him in the kitchen.

"I'm sure Renee will have food plans, but I was just really hungry. The pain might be a little too much to wait for them, after all." He set a plate with two HotPockets on it on my lap and made me eat both.

He sat in a kitchen chair, a safe distance away from me. I ate slowly because I really didn't know what to talk about. I had only spoken to him when I was angry or the time that he'd been trying to distract me on the way to the hospital. Could we have a civilized conversation?

"So, you said you were used to using crutches. Does that mean you've been in the hospital a lot?"

"Yeah, it kind of goes with the personality trait of klutziness. I've had worse, but it's been a while. A few laps around the living room should get me back into it. What about you? You been in the hospital much? I guess they try to hide any hospital stays that celebrities do. Except for maybe rehab." I laughed.

"Well, not recently, but I was a typical little boy. Stitches, sprains, one or two broken bones. When I would fall down I used to wish that I had broken a bone. Getting pretty girls to sign casts was the best." He smirked at me. I had my mouth full, swallowed, and quickly stuffed another bite in. The way he was looking at me when he mentioned "pretty girls" made me slightly wary and made me want to blush.

"Speaking of signing casts…I need some permanent markers, a piece of paper, scissors, and tape," he said after a pause. He wasn't going to answer my questioning look, so I told him.

"My bedroom is at the end of the hall. Markers are in the lap drawer, paper in the printer, and scissors and tape on top of the desk." He left and came back with his supplies. He finally answered my confused look when he returned.

"I won't get finished with this today, and I don't want you to see what I am doing until it is finished."

Oh. So he was planning on coming back again? I had told him to leave me alone. I had been rude so many times to him, and he was still coming back for more? What in the heck was going on here? I had given him a way out if he wanted it. But here he was, starting something that would take at least two days to complete.

"Alright, now, I want to do this so you can see it from your perspective. This may be awkward for you, but I'm left-handed so it'll be a little better than if I was right-handed. Okay? Now, move over so I can sit next to you on the couch."

"Uh, Edward, I'm a little big for you to--." He ignored me and pushed me over anyway. I was sitting sideways on the couch with my legs propped up, and he pushed me so that he could next to me.

My cast came up to just below my knee, so he kind of leaned over me so that he could draw and his back blocked my view. God, he smelled so good. I resisted the urge to rest my hand on his back. Or run it through his beautiful, thick, bronze, messy hair. It would have helped with my balance, but not with my heart.

I tried my best to ignore him and tried to focus on the tv instead. It was somewhat difficult because not only was a man in my space, but he was way too gorgeous and smelled way too good. I was not used to men being so close. My little circle of personal space made me sit far away from most people anyway.

He was silent as the markers scratched across my cast. I couldn't even tell what colors he was using so I had no clue what he was drawing. He stopped suddenly and covered my eyes.

"What—hey!"

"No peeking! I have to cover it up before everyone gets here."

"Okay, I won't peek. You can move your hand now. I promise I won't even look down from the ceiling." He moved his hand, and I kept my eyes on the ceiling as promised. I felt his eyes on me, trying to make sure I kept my word.

I felt him turn away from me to cut up the paper and tape it on. Edward put on three or four layers before he was satisfied that nothing could be seen through the paper. He'd just finished and set the stuff down on the coffee table when a key turned in the door. He jumped up and stepped away from me and walked towards the desk next to the hallway door.

Rosalie and Alice walked in, followed shortly by Renee.

"Richard. Good, you're still here. Do you want to stay for dinner? We're having a few people over later. Most of them canceled on us. I think they did it to let Bella rest some." Edward turned his back and somehow his disguise was suddenly on. Alice gave him a hard searching look, but didn't say anything.

Before the slight pause was over, someone else came through the door.

"I, however, had to come now." A tall, brown-skinned person ducked through my door.

"Jake! What are you doing here?" I squealed. I hadn't seen him in months because he was working on his Master's degree in mechanical engineering at Oregon State University six hours away. I almost jumped up to hug him, but the cast's weight reminded me that was not the best idea.

"I heard you broke your leg. It's summer break for me right now and I took some vacation time from work." He walked over and hugged me.

"How long?"

"A week."

"Good! Hey, 'Richard', where are you going?" Edward had been inching closer and closer to the door, hoping to get out without any attention. Even with as wrapped up in Jacob Black as I was, I was still aware of Edward's presence in the room.

"I really need to go. I'm sure my friends are waiting for me. We had plans for tonight. I'm sorry I can't stay for dinner, but maybe some other time," he said, looking at Renee. I knew he should leave before anyone else arrived who might recognize him. But I didn't want him to leave without saying something.

"Okay, well, Richard, um, maybe next time. Thanks again for putting yourself out to bring Bella home and stay with her at the hospital," Renee said. Alice gave her a look to let her know she'd let it slip that Edward had stayed with me in the hospital. But then, how did they expect to hide it when he was there when I woke up and took me home?

Alice came to my side and pushed me over again and sat in Edward's spot.

"Did Richard sign your cast?" She asked, noting the markers and supplies on the coffee table. She looked at the cast that was still all white.

"He got these out, right? Oh, was he drawing here?" She finally noticed the covered area.

"Yeah, but he said he wasn't finished, and he didn't want me to see it until it was."

"Who is he?" Jacob asked.

"A guest at the Meadow. It's kind of his fault she broke her ankle," Rose explained, sitting on the couch at my feet.

"Oh yeah?" Jake asked, looking me in the eyes.

"Well, only a little," I hedged. I was the only one who knew the whole story, and I really didn't want anyone thinking worse about Edward than was true.

"A little?!" Alice squeaked. "Bella was very much insulted and pit out by Richard, a very demanding guest."

"But he's trying to be nice now, apparently," Rose added.

"Rosalie," I said and playfully kicked her.

"So, how did he contribute to your accident?" Jacob asked me again.

"He just really made me irritated and I saw him in the gym Friday morning. I wanted to ignore him and tune him out and I had my iPod up way too loud."

"She tuned him out so well I startled her when I touched her and she went flying off the treadmill." I flinched remembering as Alice spoke.

"He's doing good deeds to make up for it," Rose said. "How many is he planning?" she asked me.

"I don't know. I let him know I accepted his apology, to forget it, but he's up to five now." Jacob just looked down at the covered spot on my cast with an unhappy look on his face. It was uncomfortable because it seemed as though he was analyzing how Edward had sat to draw where he drew.

I didn't take my medicine, and no one realized that I hadn't had it. My ankle wasn't hurting as much now that it had been propped up a while.

Renee and Rose fixed dinner and a few of my friends showed up. We all ate around the couch and coffee table, but soon enough my ankle reminded me that it was broken. I was no longer able to ignore it when it got around to nine hours since my last pain medicine.

"Mom, can you hand me the prescription bag on the desk?" I tried to whisper into her ear because I didn't want to break up the party and have everyone leave. Jake heard me, though, and pointed it out.

"Okay, guys, it's time to go. Bells needs her rest and medication. Renee, I'll stay and help clean this up, you go on home."

"Yeah, we can handle this and Bella too," Alice added. I was amazed at how proficiently and quickly Rose and Alice cleared the room after that. And then how quickly I felt the effects of the pain medicine. I wasn't drifting off yet, but the pain was subsiding.

I lay on the couch a few minutes, listening to Jacob and Alice goofing off in the kitchen as they cleaned up. Last week, that would have made me feel insecure and jealous. I really liked Jacob, and had for many years.

In spite of Alice's strong feelings for Jasper, I always felt jealous of how close they were. Alice had assured me many times that there would never be anything past friendship between her and Jacob because they were literally like brother and sister. But I had wanted to be that close with him.

Now, however, their closeness brought nothing but a smile. No feelings of jealousy. Well, maybe a little, but definitely not as much as the last time I saw them together like this.

All of a sudden, I was lifted up off the couch. I was slightly aware that it was Jacob carrying me and that he was actually strong enough to carry me. I realized I'd fallen asleep.

He set me in my bed and I rolled over. I didn't remember anything else because I was asleep.