Chapter 11 is up! Hope you guys like it cause this is going to set off the whole story.

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Previously of 'You Found Me'

Giving him a few minutes to relax, I keep rubbing his back while turning to look at Edward. The expression on his face shocks me - understanding, compassion, and sadness. He's not choosing sides based on who he's friends with; he's not choosing at all. He's helping, and that's what making me open my heart wider for him. He understands and is willing to listen, and that's something you find don't find much of anymore. I send him a thankful smile which he eagerly returns.

I think that's the moment when it finally hits me. Edward can't just be a friend to me. I care about him more than that.

I want more than that.

Chapter 11: Beginning with Problems

JPOV

It takes me a while to finally get back to the house - partially because the drive is so long; mostly because I'm scared to find it empty. My mind keeps telling me he's not going to be there, that he's probably staying at Quil's until he finds a better place to stay.

The thought angers me. He shouldn't HAVE to be staying anywhere else.

Without even noticing I'm home yet, I pull up to the driveway. I look closely at the house, hoping to find some lights on.

Of course, there are none and I feel the tears well up in my eyes as I lean my head on the steering wheel, letting everything soak in.

I did this. I brought it upon myself.

Sighing, I pull myself together and get out of the car, heading towards the doorway. There's no point in locking the car, no-one lives out here.

Just as I reach towards the door knob, the door swings open and a very worried-looking Brad throws himself at me, nearly sobbing into my neck.

"Oh thank god! You're alright." He mumbles into my skin, never letting his death grip around me loosen.

"B.. Brad?" I stutter, shocked and surprised. Before another word can leave my mouth, he crashes his lips to mine and kisses me deeply.

"I should have looked more closely. I'm sorry." He whispers, kissing me all over my face. By the tone of his voice it's obvious he isn't talking about earlier. After a few more moments, he pulls away but keeps hold of my face in his hands. I watch him closely, waiting for him to continue. "Someone came by to house. I had just gotten home, and I guess they saw me pull up because they were waiting in their car just across the street. He came over, said he wanted to talk to you. I told him you were out, and that he it was so important he could call you. He just stared at me and gave me a package, said to tell you you need to pay up... soon. I didn't know he meant, so I opened the package. Inside were picture of you and some girl at the market. I think they're of Bella." He cried, guilt clearly evident in his voice.

He's barely stopped talking before I feel a growl building in my chest. I know who it was.

BPOV

The ride back was very similar to the ride there - we drove in Edward's Mercedes; me in the passenger's seat playing with his free hand while he tapped to the beat of some song on the wheel. I smile to myself, loving this little routine we've made for ourselves.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

Trying to hide my face to keep him from seeing my blush, I clamber to come up with a lie to tell him.

"I just love the way we are," I whisper. As soon as I say it, I want to slap my hand over my mouth. So much for lying.

He looks over towards me, seeming confused. "You love the way we are?"

I sigh, wanting to bury my face in my hands and die in a hole. Now I have to tell him. "What I mean is I love the way we interact, how we talk and laugh. How the only movie in your cabinet is 'Iron Man' and I don't think I can ever get bored of it. How we act like we're five together and I've never been more happy. How at my parent's where I'm usually bored, I've never had more fun. It feels natural with you; everything does. You're my best friend."

He smiles and it looks like he's happy, yet he seems sad. With his free hand, the one I was playing with, he pulls away from me. Before I can try to get it back, he reaches for my hand, grabs it, and squeezes it tightly. "You're my best friend too,"

I smile, glad he feels somewhat the same way for me as I do toward him. I try telling myself it's enough; that I can live with that... but I know I can't. Why am I letting myself act like this? I'm letting him cloud my mind. Everything in me seems to revolve around him when just a few days ago I wanted nothing to do with this town or this life and yet now I'm considering living here. I've only really known him for about two days - how is that even possible? It feels like longer.

The more I think about it, the more I realize I actually want to move out here. Maybe it's not as bad as I thought... God, what is this man doing to me?

We get to the house, and neither of us make a move to get out of the car. Edward keeps looking straight ahead, making me worried. I start moving to unbuckle my seat belt when an idea pops into my head. I turn to Edward.

It's now or never.

"Edward, I-"

Before I can even get another word out, Edwards hands are on my face. Not wasting any time, he crashes his lips onto mine and kisses me deeply.

I sit there shocked as Edward continues to kiss me. After a few moments of me sitting there shocked, Edward's eyelashes flutter across my cheek and cause me to open my eyes. He's still kissing me, but now it's with wide-open, sorrowful eyes. He moves to pull away and that's when it hits me - I'm not kissing him back. Before he can lean too far away, I reach over and grab his neck, starting to kiss him back. He moans in surprise but didn't waste time, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. Being kissed has never felt so good. There was no awkwardness, just... I can't even describe it. It's the best feeling.

After a few minutes we both pull away, touching foreheads and trying to catch our breaths. Edward looks up at me smiling. "What were you trying to say before?" He asks, breathing hard.

I laugh as I remember. "It doesn't even matter anymore," I tell him, getting out of the car and racing him to the front door.

That night we fall asleep watching 'Iron Man' again - but this time I'm not shocked to wake up in his arms. Sure, the popcorn scattered everywhere didn't make it overly comfortable but it was one of the best sleeps I've had in years.

There it is! I hope everyone liked it!

Sorry it took so long with this chapter.

Just in case anyone was wondering, yes there will also be another chapter on Sunday/Monday.

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