A/N: Thanks to Edwardluvermonkey52, ElenCullen, and Ace Ryn Knight for their added suggestions for my new story. If anyone else comes up with anything, please still let me know. I still need more random, simple, silly things about girls that have shocked guys.

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Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

Chapter 11

BPOV

Once again, I woke up to a buzzing going on somewhere in my apartment. As I tried to gain consciousness, I randomly remembered last time and hoped this one didn't lead to something as unpleasant as that conversation. There was a dull ache left over from the pain medicine and I tried to fight past it. I was vaguely aware of being on my stomach and wanting to be on my side like I usually slept. I guess the rods sticking out of my leg had made that impossible.

The buzzing stopped. I was grateful because I wasn't quite awake and wanted to go back to sleep. I was sure that there had to be some reason for the buzzing and that maybe it was supposed to wake me up, especially since it started again.

It eventually stopped but then my phone rang. Stupid Bella, you should have put that on silent like usual. I jerked myself further awake and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Are you not awake yet?" A slightly annoyed yet amused voice responded.

"Um, not all the way," I answered.

"Bella, it's 11am, wake up." The knowledge of the time of day woke me fully enough to realize Edward was on the phone. My home phone.

"Um, how did you get my home number?"

"Wake up and let me in, Bella." He ignored my question. Never mind. Maybe I didn't want to know how he did everything he seemed to be able to do. So, the buzzing this time was the front door. Huh. Maybe I should learn the differences so I could tell my cell phone from the front door in my sleep.

"Um, just pull the number plate off. There's a key inside it. Come on it, it's gonna be a few minutes before I'm fully conscious,"

"Uh-um-alright," he stuttered.

I rolled over on my back as I heard the front door open and close. There was a knock on my bedroom door and it hesitantly opened. I grabbed my covers up to my chin and glared around my room, daring for anything to be out of place. Nothing defied me.

"Edward, good morning, it's okay." He came in and stood just on this side of short hallway into my room.

"That must be some pain medicine you got."

"No, yesterday was just a long day. Pain meds don't usually make me this sleepy. What are you doing here so early?" I almost asked him rudely what he was doing there at all, but added 'so early' at the last minute. Maybe that sounded more polite. I hoped.

"Good deed number six. You need to stay off that ankle and since you won't accept help from anyone, I'm here to force my help on you. So, I guess it's brunch first." He said and then walked back out and closed my door. I grabbed my crutches and went to my bathroom.

I thought about what to wear as I brushed my teeth. Shorts would be easiest because of my cast, but I felt very awkward in shorts in public and this was not just any public. Not that I really thought not wearing shorts would have any effect on our friendship, but Edward Cullen was probably used to seeing model legs in all their thinness. And I did not want him going back to Hollywood with more embarrassing stories of his trip involving me.

I chose pajama pants. Comfortable all around and good if I stayed home all day. Which was inevitable.

I crutched out to the living room and took my spot on the sectional. From my vantage point I could see Edward in the kitchen, my front door, and the TV. Even if Edward got on my nerves and confused the crap out of me, he was still very, extremely worth being able to see. Oh God. Is this in his plan? To wear me down until I cave in and like him? Is his goal on this trip to get me to fall for him? And then he can go back to all his friends in LA and laugh about the poor small town girl that fell for him and was so pitiful when he left.

Not going to be me. I've been pathetic and pitiful over guys before (actually about Jacob quite recently) and I was not going to fall for a movie star who was obviously just playing a game. Jerk.

"Here you are; brunch." Edward set a paper plate on my lap and a glass of water on the coffee table. Oh my gosh. He fixed me a BLT. Can he cook? Or did he buy this at a store on the way over? Because GPSs now a days have programs in them that show you where restaurants are.

But how can a restaurant make something that tastes so homemade? And really, how can I complain about anyone that brings me brunch? BLTs are my favorites after all.

He sat at my feet and turned on the TV as I was enjoying my first bite.

"What do you usually watch?" He asked.

"I don't usually watch TV except for evenings before work with Alice. Even then we're talking more than we are watching."

"Yeah, I have one or two shows I try to catch, but rarely have the time. I barely have time to relax between scenes and even between movies."

I kind of feel sorry for him again. What kind of a life is it to always be on 24/7 and never have down time? That's the feelings that caused me to keep my mouth shut when those teenagers wanted to know if he was at my hotel.

"Help yourself. Watch what you want." There was a cop show on the channel already on, and that's where he left it. I guessed that Jacob had gained control of the remote sometime last night because Alice and I never turned it to Spike TV, not really ever being in the mood to watch typical guy shows.

Edward had made him a BLT as well and we ate in silence for a while. I still had a ton of questions.

Edward Cullen was a movie star, born in England, and living in Hollywood. He'd been in four hugely popular movies and a few more that had been less successful. It was hard to believe, still, that he was sitting in my living room, in Forks, WA, eating a BLT, and watching TV.

I fought back my awe over the situation and kept my questions to myself. He had to be used to being fawned all over by female fans and I was determined to treat him just like any regular guy. He was, really. I caught a whiff of bacon grease from the kitchen. He could cook bacon, slice tomatoes, and peel off lettuce onto toasted bread. And he put the perfect amount of mayonnaise on said toasted bread.

Maybe he was just trying to relax and be friends with a girl who wasn't head over heels for him for a change. Someone without blonde hair with a bubblegum pink name. You see it all the time; people making friends on short trips or at summer camps only to never see the person again. It makes the time more pleasant and go by faster. Who could blame him for wanting to hang out with someone other than that big scary Emmett guy?

Who, by the way, seems to have disappeared. I thought he was Edward's bodyguard or something?

I was starting to feel uncomfortable for many reasons. First I was aware that I had been sitting in one position for too long and needed to move. Then I was aware that Edward was too close, having sat on the couch at the end of my feet. I was made aware of this with the knowledge of the most embarrassing reason for being uncomfortable.

My position was such that I was facing Edward. And in my musings over the reasons for him being here, I had been staring at him that whole time. He was engrossed in the car chase on TV, but he had to feel my eyes on him for so long. And God only knows the expressions that had gone across my face. That was not something I'd ever been able to hide. I, of course, blushed.

A change of position was definitely needed. Did he just smirk at me from the corner of his mouth? A change was desperately needed.

I picked up my leg and moved it to prop it on the coffee table so that I now faced the TV and not Edward's definitely smirking profile. When I moved, he shifted a little closer, but stayed a comfortable distance away. Neither of us said anything and the only noises were from the TV and our crunching our sandwiches.

The silence stretched and slowly, very slowly, became awkward. As I thought of each question and stifled it, I could feel my blush deepen. Edward sat, calmly eating and watching TV, but I started fidgeting. I tried to keep my eyes on the TV, but they kept betraying me by going over to Edward's profile.

When I finished eating, my nervousness only got worse. I no longer had anything to do with my hands and my leg was starting to go numb from being propped up. I glanced at the clock. 11:45. Oh my gosh how time goes slow!

I eased my throbbing ankle to the floor and stood up. That got a reaction out of Edward that wasn't a stupid smirk.

"What are you doing?"

"I need to stretch; I don't like sitting still in one position for so long. Plus, now that I've eaten I need my meds and they are over there," I said, pointing to the desk.

"No you don't. I'll get them, you just sit right back down there."

I didn't want to sit, but it felt awkward to just stand there as he handed me the meds. I didn't take the pain medicine because I wasn't really hurting and didn't want it to possibly make me sleepy again. I wanted to stay awake and see where this was going. To see if Edward really would try to be my friend or if he was still trying to make sure I had forgiven him.

I sat back down, but this time I stretched out on the couch. It really was more comfortable that way, except if I wanted to see the TV.

My thoughts drifted to their favorite topic when we weren't talking. What was Edward thinking? This couldn't be very fun for him. I wasn't beautiful and flirty or talkative. Whatever his reason for being in Washington had to have been interrupted by all this, yet he wasn't acting resentful at all. In fact, he was actually going to pains to hang out with me. He'd gone to the trouble of getting both of my numbers and he'd stayed with me in the hospital.

Edward lay down on the other side of the sectional, making himself at home. He propped his head up on pillows so he could still watch TV. I stretched out further, too. CSI: Las Vegas came on TV and Edward didn't change the channel. I kind of liked this show too. You could watch the reruns out of order and rarely be lost with the subplots of the murder solving.

He sighed, and I sat up to see him better. He looked at me at the sound of my movement, probably afraid I'd try to get up again. He answered my questioning look.

"It's really great. The slower, more laid-back pace here. No paparazzi. No screaming girls."

"At least not right in your face," I said, reminding him of Melissa and her friends from the lobby. He grinned in remembrance.

"No demands for my autograph. No one to kiss up to and no one trying to kiss up to me. I've even managed to ditch Jessica, my assistant. I don't have to be with or talk to anyone unless I want to do so." He sighed in contentment again.

"Is that why you're here in Forks?"

"Part of it. I needed a vacation before the release parties for my new movie and before we start filming the third movie in that series. Jessica chose Forks as a kind of punishment. I felt bad for her and let her chose the place. I just wanted somewhere away from a big city."

"Punishment? For feeling sorry for her?"

"No," he sighed, reluctant to continue. "She's a great assistant, in a lot of ways. But that's all I think of her as, but she wanted more."

"Ah," I said, knowing now part of Jessica's excitement over the phone when she'd booked the rooms and her sullenness when they checked in.

"She booked here to try to get me to see how great she was when there was a lack of any other women."

"You got the last three empty rooms. She called just in time. Minutes later we got another call and had to turn them down."

"This trip has been so lucky." I looked at him like his head was spinning around.

"Lucky?" I snorted sarcastically, looking away from him. It was easy to talk about this, lying down and looking at the TV and not his emerald eyes. "Lucky? You didn't have the Jacuzzi you wanted, I was very rude to you, and you spent two nights in a very uncomfortable faux leather chair. I know they're bad because I've spent nights in them myself." I ticked the reasons off on my fingers, reminding him why this trip was so not lucky for him.

"And you feel obligated to do these good deeds because you think it is your fault I was rude and that I broke my ankle. You call that lucky?" All of a sudden, he was sitting on the floor, right in my face.

"Isabella, let me go ahead and be a little obvious, okay?"

A/N: Don't hate me for that cliff hanger! You know I had to do it! I love you all! Should I do Edward POV next? Or do you want to hear about Alice and Jasper and Rosalie and Emmett and what has been going on with them while Bella and Edward have been flirting in the hospital?