BPOV:

''We're back!'' Alice exclaimed, walking through the door with her arms full of shopping bags.

''At last.'' I sighed.

''How was the shopping trip?'' Edward asked, smiling at me. I looked down at the ground, blushing. Before I could come up with an excuse to leave the room, Alice spoke.

''Great! We got a ton of stuff. But Bella just kept complaining and complaining, which half-ruined the trip but eventually she gave in.'' She said.

''Need help with those bags, Bella?'' Edward asked, walking over to me and taking all of the bags from my arms.

''Um, thanks.'' I said, not wanting to be rude.

''So, what did you buy?'' He asked.

''I found a ton of cute clothes for Bella, but she only let me buy like only about half of it. She is so stupidly and annoyingly stubborn.'' Alice sighed, walking up the stairs. I stuck my tongue out at her from behind her back. ''Put that thing back in your mouth, Isabella.'' She said, not even as much as glancing behind her shoulder.

''Make me.'' I replied, huffing. Edward chuckled and I immediately felt a blush fill my cheeks.

''So, you and Alice seem to have become good friends.'' He said as he walked with me up the stairs, still carrying the bags I had been holding before. I didn't know what to say, so I shrugged instead. ''Bella, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something?'' He asked, his voice sounding hurt.

''No! Of course not!'' I shouted. ''I mean, I just…'' I had no idea what to say to him. ''Does it really matter?'' I asked, quietly.

''It does to me.'' He said. ''I'm not asking you to constantly be around me. Just…talk to me.'' He requested. He looked expectantly at me. I gave him a smile and he smiled back. ''You like classical music, right?'' He asked. I nodded, slightly confused by his question. ''I have a ton of CDs with Debussy, Vivaldi, Bach and other composers. We could…I don't know, listen to it together and compare favorites.'' He mumbled, nervously. I had never seen nor read about Edward Anthony Masen Cullen being nervous.

''I would love to.'' I said, trying not to sound like a lovesick teenager.

''Great.'' He said, grinning his crooked grin, dazzling me to no end.

…

''Okay, so Vivaldi's Spring or Debussy's Clair de Lune?'' I asked.

''Hmmm…I'll have to go with Clair de Lune. And you?'' He asked.

''Same.'' I said, smiling.

I was currently located in Edward's room, laying on my stomach on his very comfortable black leather couch. My legs were dangling in the air and I was only using half of the couch with my head laying on my folded arms. Edward was leaning against it, sitting on the floor. His head – which was beside mine, close enough for me to smell what kind of shampoo he used, but not close enough for my head to touch, though, one small movement on my behaves and it would be – was leaned back and his eyes were closed as jazz music filled the room.

In the beginning my eyes had been closed as well, but then I had taken up on watching Edward. I could spent hours watching him in his statue-like state. He was so handsome and dazzling. I had to fight the urge to touch his hair, face, hand…pretty much just trying to fight the urge to touch him. Even when he wasn't looking at me with his dazzling eyes, he was dazzling me. His mere presence intoxicated me completely. I couldn't believe that I was really laying in Edward's room with Edward, watching him shamelessly. His lips were set in a lazy smile, his expression was relaxed and content. His legs were pulled to his chest and his arms were folded on top of them. He just seemed so…human. It was hard to believe he was a vampire. Then again, he was sitting awfully still – only his face was making any movement. His chest wasn't even moving and I was wondering if he was even breathing.

''Linkin Park or Muse?'' He asked after a moment of comfortable silence.

''Oh, that's a hard one. Hmmm…I would have to go with…Linkin Park, for now.'' I answered. ''You?''

''Same.'' He grinned. ''Okay, moving away from the music. What's your favorite color?'' He asked.

''It changes from day to day.'' I shrugged.

His eyes opened and he looked at me with warm butterscotch eyes. I had to hold back a gasp. They had been a slightly dark topaz when he closed them. Had he secretly fed without me noticing? No, that couldn't be possible.

''Well, what's your favorite color today?'' He asked.

''Hmmm. I'd have to go with brown.'' I answered.

''Brown?'' He questioned, moving his arm so it was laying on the couch with his left cheek resting on it.

''Forks is so green. Almost sickeningly green – and I normally love green on a daily bases. Brown is warm. And I miss that…the warmth, the heat…'' I trailed off, shrugging.

Edward looked at me for a moment, staring into my eyes. He lifted his head and his left hand reached for my face, stroking one finger down my cheek, making my eyes flutter. He then silently twirled a lock of my hair and leaned his face closer to mine, making it hard for me to breath. His hand moved to my cheek and I unconsciously leaned into the touch. I had no idea what he was doing, but I definitely didn't mind. I just prayed he wouldn't stop as he stared into my eyes with an intense and almost searching expression.

Realization downed on me and confusion quickly turned to wonder. My hair, my eyes…they were brown. Had my words caused his actions? I didn't understand how my words could possibly do so. I looked into Edward's eyes and saw they were no longer looking into mine, but looking at my hair as he twirled a strand once again. A light blush filled my cheeks as I waited for him to say something. I looked down at the leather couch, still waiting. When he did, his words made my cheeks turn a fierce crimson.

''You're right. Brown is warm.'' He whispered, softly. I bit my lip and continued to look down in embarrassment, trying to avoid his intimidating stare.

''What's your favorite color?'' I asked, looking up at him from my eyelashes, still embarrassed. He almost looked stunned for a second.

''From now on…brown.'' He said. ''What did you mean by; missing the heat? I thought you said you lived in Forks.'' He murmured.

''You believe me, right? I swear I live in Forks. Well, maybe not this Forks, but in my Forks and you're not supposed to live in that Forks. I mean, I know you live here in Forks but not my Forks and this isn't my Forks, I live in a different Forks but there's really just one Forks and it's not this Forks-'' I rambled on, until Edward silenced me by laying a single finger on my lips.

''Bella, I believe you. I was just wondering what you meant.'' He said.

''Do you all believe me?'' I asked, quietly.

''Most of us.'' He answered, honestly. I was glad he didn't lie.

''Who doesn't?'' I asked.

''Rosalie. But her opinion doesn't really matter. Jasper's a bit unsure, but that's just because there isn't any physical proof. But don't worry, he'll come around – eventually.'' He said, reassuringly. I frowned, though. ''Trust me.'' He whispered. I nodded, willing to believe anything he told me. ''Now, about the heat…'' He trailed off.

''My parents are divorced…'' I started. ''I was born in Forks and lived there for a few years. When my parents got divorced my mom took me with her to Arizona. We settled in Phoenix and I got used to the weather. But then my mom got remarried. Phil was, or is, a rich baseball player that has plenty of offers from all kinds of baseball teams and same wants as my mom. I didn't want to travel, though, so I moved in with my dad. I've lived with him for the last couple of months, but I haven't gotten used to the lack of sun just yet.'' I explained.

''And your mom?'' He questioned.

''Renée calls now and then. Mostly when she's gotten to a new country. I haven't talked to her for a couple of weeks now.'' I said, sadly.

''You miss her.'' It wasn't a question, but I still nodded. ''I promise you will see your family again, Bella.'' He said, softly, taking one of my hands in his. And, even though it wasn't realistic, I believed him…for now.

''Thank you.'' I whispered.

…

The weekend went by too quickly for my liking. I spend the whole time talking to Edward about this and that, sharing interests and favorites. I had literally spend every second in his room. Even when I had to go to the bathroom, I used the one connected to Edward's room. I didn't even go to the kitchen when it was time for dinner. Esme came up with it instead. I also ended up falling asleep on Edward's couch with a blanket draped over me, and waking up to Edward staring at me – not that I minded.

I never had a chance to question his staring. He immediately began to ask questions and I answered all of them. I could now say, with 100 percent sureness, that I knew Edward in and out. With all the questions he asked me, I was sure he knew me pretty well too. I loved spending time with him and my shyness started to lessen. It didn't disappear, of course. How I could not be shy around him?

I felt almost empty when I woke up on Edward's couch, alone. I knew the others had gone to school. I looked at the clock in Edward's room and saw it was rather early. They would only have left an hour or so ago. I let out a sigh as I sat up. I noticed the green blanket was tucked around me again. I shamelessly sniffed the blanket and was met with Edward's scent. It smelled exactly like him. I suspected Esme had put it on me.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, there was a knock on the door. I jumped slightly before I gave permission to enter. Esme walked in through the door, with the usual tray with breakfast – an omelet this time. I hadn't had a good look at her this weekend, as Edward had always taken the tray from her and then brought it to me. I wondered how she knew when to have it ready, but then I realized that Alice must have told her. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Then she looked at the blanket with surprised eyes, as she walked over to me and laid the tray on my lap.

''Where did you get this?'' She asked, touching the blanket.

''I thought you put it on me.'' I replied.

''No. Only Edward could have…'' She whispered. ''You must be something special to him. He almost bit Emmett's head off when he simply came just close to touch it.'' She said, smiling.

''It's…his blanket?'' I questioned, blushing.

''His grandmother made it. It's very special to him as he never got the chance of meeting her. She died just a month before he was born. He seemed rather depressed when he told me. His mother asked him to always treasure it.'' She told with sad eyes.

''This is Edward's baby blanket?'' I questioned, smiling both amused and slightly honored. Emmett was his brother and he wasn't even allowed to touch it, but I was allowed to use it? ''Isn't it a bit too big for a kid?'' I asked.

''His grandmother made it extra-large so he could use it even as he grew up. He never actually uses it, but keeps it in a box with other things from his, um, past.'' She explained.

''Oh, right. With his pictures, hand-me-downs and other belongings from his past life.'' I said, nodding – I had been close to saying 'human life' instead of 'past life'. Again, Esme looked surprised.

''He told you?'' She asked. My mouth opened to say something but no words came out at first.

''Uh, yeah.'' I lied. I cleared my throat and began to eat.

''Listen, Bella. Carlisle and I talked last night. We were wondering if you would like to attend Forks High temporarily while we find your family. It must be pretty dull for you to be stuck here all alone with old me.'' She laughed. ''Of course you don't have to. It's your choice.'' She added.

''I'll think about it.'' I answered.

…

I was sitting on the staircase, waiting for Ed-veryone to get home.

Screw it. I was missing Edward and I think Esme knew. She had smiled knowingly when she passed me on the way to the living room. Usually I would sit and talk with her, but I knew I wouldn't be the best company right now. Thousands of questions were running through my head. Some were questions about whether I should start school or not – after all, it would be temporarily, right? Others were questions about how long I could keep up my façade, as I wasn't exactly the best actress in the world. But the loudest and most important questions were about Edward, and why he was so sweet and interested in me. I was plain old Bella and he was…well, he was Edward. I could say it a thousand of times and it would never change. Esme had said I must be something special to him – was I?

I didn't know what I would do today. I doubted Edward wanted to talk with me anymore. But what if he did? I really hoped so. I loved how he would twirl my hair, stare into my eyes, speak in his velvet voice that had such a soft tone to it when he spoke and practically agree with me on everything we talked out. It seemed that there was not a single thing we disagreed about. Our opinion on music, books, movies and even clothes were the same. It was unbelievable how many things we had in common.

The more I thought about Edward, the more I forgot the book and how I was stuck here. It was only when I was thinking about whether or not I should attend Forks High, that it came back in my mind. What if I suddenly got back home? What were the Cullens going to say? What would their excuse be to my sudden disappearance if it happened? I knew Rosalie would be furious if I caused any problems to her family. She seemed to be mean at times, but from the book, I knew she only wanted to take care and protect her family from any kinds of danger. Even if the danger was a plain human.

The door opened whilst I was still deep in thought, so I didn't notice anyone walking in. It wasn't until a cold hand touched my shoulder, that I jumped up with surprised eyes. My left hand flew to my chest where my heart was trying to escape. I turned to see Edward smiling at me – it wasn't an amused smirk or anything, it was just a sweet smile. I bit my lip, trying to fight back the grin that was trying to dominate my face.

''Hey.'' He said.

''Hi.'' I whispered. ''How was school?'' I asked, laughing slightly. He laughed as well and leaned over the rail, his face nearing mine.

''Absolutely boring.'' He chuckled.

''It would be so much more fun with you, Bella.'' Alice said, coming up the stairs and taking place between Edward and I. I wanted to kick her for cutting me off from the Greek god just inches away from me. ''Esme said she would talk to you about starting Forks High. You should totally do it, because then school wouldn't be so boring and we could hang out and have all of our classes together, and then you wouldn't have to hang out at home all alone – Esme doesn't really count, you know? School is always boring but that totally wouldn't be a problem if you were there, and maybe you could recognize someone there or they might recognize you and we would be able to find your family, which would be great but you would have to keep in contact with us, of course, because I don't want to lose my new best friend and everything – that would just be so sad.'' She said, quickly. I only caught every third word she said and even that sounded mumbled.

''Uh…okay?'' I said, or rather questioned.

''So you'll start? That's awesome! I'm sure if we start setting things up now you could start tomorrow or maybe the day after that. This'll be so great!'' She squealed.

''Wait, what?'' I asked, confused.

''Alice, relax. You're scaring the poor girl.'' Edward said, pulling her away and taking her place. ''I'm sure you would like more time to think about Esme's offer. Until then, I'll personal make sure Alice does not disturb you.'' He said, laying his hand on my shoulder.

''Thanks.'' I said.

''Edward's got a girlfriend, Edward's got a girlfriend…'' Emmett chanted, passing us on the staircase. Edward glared at him and I looked down at the ground, blushing.

''Ignore him, Bella.'' Edward said, smiling. ''We suspect his mother dropped him on the head when he was born. And then a couple of times afterwards.'' He chuckled. I laughed when I heard Emmett huff. ''Ever heard Debussy's Pagodes from Estampes?'' He asked.

''Wow, Edward. You are so good at flirting.'' Rosalie said, sarcastically, walking past us on the stairs after sending me a glare.

''I didn't know there was a Pagodes. I only thought there was La soirée dans Grenade and Jardins sous la pluie.'' I said.

''You know Debussy quite well.'' He observed.

''Not as well as you, apparently. I've only memorized this and that.'' I replied, shrugging. ''So…do you have Pagodes?'' I asked.

''Of course. What do you take me for?'' He chuckled, holding his arm out for me. I blushed as I set my arm in his and he led me up the stairs. I briefly saw Alice and Jasper smirking at us.

What's that about?

We walked up the stairs, silently, and Edward opened his door for me. I walked inside and sat down on his couch, as he closed the door and walked over to his shelves filled with CDs and old records. The blanket was still on his bed and I wrapped it around my shoulders, feeling a bit chilly.

Edward found what looked to be a mixed CD and put it into his stereo. He skipped a couple of numbers until he stopped at one. Deep tones filled the room as Edward sat next to me. Lighter tones soon joined the deep ones and I let my head fall back on the couch, as I listened to the melody. My eyes closed as I listened to the piece. I was very aware of Edward's eyes on my face, having come accustom to it this weekend. The piece suddenly became quiet and light, then turned quick and deep again. The tones kept changing and it started to quiet down, as the piece was nearing the end.

When the piece finished, I opened my eyes to see Edward was gone from the couch. My eyes widened in surprised and I searched for him in the room. I spotted him back by the stereo, putting in a new CD. He turned to smile at me, before he pressed play. I smiled as well when I recognized the new melody that filled the room. I let out a contented sigh as Pagodes was replaced by Clair de Lune.

My smile disappeared and my eyebrows turned into a suspicious frown, when Edward walked over to me with a glint in his eyes. He held his hand out for me and I hesitantly took it. He lifted me up in one pull and the blanket fell from my shoulders and back on the couch. Edward took me a bit away from the couch and rested one of his hands on my waist as held my hand in his other. He started moving and my eyes widened in both fear and realization, as I saw that he was trying to dance with me. He stopped when he saw me looking wide-eyed at him.

''What?'' He asked, confused.

''I…I can't dance.'' I said, nervously.

''It's all in the leading.'' He said, starting to sway us again. I didn't move an inch, though, terrified of making a fool of myself. ''Will you at least try?'' He asked, pouting adorably – and amusingly.

''It won't end well.'' I muttered.

''Trust me.'' He whispered.

''O-o-okay.'' I stuttered.

He started to sway us again. My hand landed on his shoulder. I kept my eyes on my feet, trying not to stumble over neither his nor my own feet. My hands tightened on his shoulder and his hand. Edward's hand began to slide from my waist to my back. As the gentleman he was, he kept his hand just by my shoulder blades. I let the music relax me and laid my cheek on his chest, sighing with content. Laying on the couch with a blanket that had Edward's scent was one thing. Leaning against Edward himself this closely was a complete other. And it was also much better.

Edward rested his chin on my head and slid his other hand to my back next to the other. I intertwined my fingers around his neck as he started to turn us around. I almost cursed Debussy for making Clair de Lune so short, when the music came to an end, but Edward didn't let go of me. Instead, we just stood there in complete silence, wrapped around each other. I breathed in deeply and Edward's natural scent surrendered me.

''Did you just smell me?'' He asked, sounding amused. I blushed and tried to come up with an excuse. I glanced towards the couch and came up with the perfect change of subject.

''Were you the one to tuck the blanket around me?'' I asked. He didn't answer and so I continued. ''Esme said you wouldn't even let Emmett touch it. So, why am I allowed to use it?'' I asked.

''Because Emmett has broken and ruined many things in his lifetime, but you seem to take care of things. Besides, you seemed cold so I couldn't very well let you freeze to death, could I?'' He asked.

I didn't reply but pulled away from him instead. He looked at me with a frown, but I smiled, letting him know I wasn't mad or anything. I went back to the couch and wrapped the blanket around me, once more. Edward joined me and took my hand. I looked from our intertwined hands to his face. He was looking at me intensely and I was sure I was gazing back just as intensely. He put one hand on my cheek and leaned closer to me.

''Can I…try something?'' He asked.

''Anything.'' I whispered.

''Are you sure?'' He asked, leaning his face closer to mine. I nodded, slowly, my cheeks burning with my blush.

Please tell me he's doing what I think he's doing.

''Don't move.'' He whispered.

I complied and stayed as still as I could. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them the warm butterscotch had turned to a slightly dark topaz. He became as still as a statue for a moment. His eyes closed once more and when they opened they had become a lighter topaz. He seemed to be fighting for control. I had never thought about my blood tempting him. I knew he had decades of training and I had confidence in his control. Perhaps this closeness was causing him trouble with his thirst. I knew that should scare me, but at the moment I was too occupied to worry about my life.

I started to move closer to him, but Edward kept my head in place with the hand he had on my cheek.

''Be still.'' He whispered, softly.

''Sorry.'' I mumbled.

''Don't be.'' He said.

He moved his head closer to mine once more. My free hand wrapped around our intertwined ones. He gave my hand a small squeeze and I returned the gesture. Our noses touched and my cheeks burned even more, as my suspicion was confirmed. He really was doing what I thought he was doing.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest and I thought it was going to jump out when Edward's lips touched mine, since it went berserk. His lips were cold and hard like maple and felt absolutely wonderful against mine. I let him control the kiss as my eyes closed. He moved his lips slowly and sensually with mine. At first I was able to hold back, but when my eyes opened and I saw him gazing at me with his half-closed, intense, topaz eyes I practically lost it. I let go off his hand and wrapped my arms around his neck. He moved his hands to my back and I moved over to sit on his lap. The kiss turned from sweet and slow to strong and desperate. I felt myself being pushed down on my back, and I moaned as Edward pushed his body down on mine.

And then he was gone.

I felt like I was on fire as I panted for air. I looked for Edward, worried. I saw him by the suddenly open window, breathing in the air outside, heavily. He didn't look at me as he panted as well. I wasn't sure if he was really having trouble breathing or if it was an act to seem more human. I sat up on the couch, feeling ashamed of myself. I couldn't believe I had attacked Edward like that, when he asked me not to move. I could very well have just ruined everything. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a new kind of coldness. I waited for Edward to say something. When he didn't, I said the only thing I could say.

''I'm so sorry.'' I whispered. ''I'm really, really, really sorry.'' My voice broke and I tried to hold in sobs.

God, stop being so pathetic, Bella!

''No, no, no. Don't apologize. I just…needed some air. You have nothing to apologize for.'' Edward said, about to walk over to me, but then moving back to the window.

''Of course I do! I was stupid enough to throw myself at a vampire!'' I exclaimed, just to slap a hand over my mouth.

''What…what did you say?'' Edward asked, his eyes wide.

''I…I…I can explain?'' I said, or rather questioned, gulping.

The door flew open and there stood Rosalie, her face filled with rage.

''You told her!?'' She screamed.

''Rose, calm down.'' Emmett said, appearing by her side and seemingly holding her back.

''She knows! He told her!'' Rosalie sneered, pointing accusingly at Edward. I stood up, suddenly feeling angry at her.

''He did not! The book did!'' I yelled. Once again, my hand slapped over my mouth.

Stupid, stupid, stupid…

''What book?'' Jasper asked with narrowed eyes. I saw him standing next to a wide-eyed Alice and a worried looking Esme.

''Um, you should probably call Carlisle. I have some things to explain.''

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