I Woke up entirely too early the next morning, after little, if any rest. Instantly I began spinning the plastic ring resting on my left hand (a new nervous habit), and stood to give myself the once-over before heading downstairs for some breakfast, just in case edward was awake. My feelings for him had become so complicated, a mixture of love, Lust, and Loneliness? To add to my complicated web of emotion the dream had me questioning everything I felt twice as much as before. Edward, was just so… magnetic and the cold lump of metal, commonly referred to as my heart, clanked obnoxiously against my chest anytime he came near. Ever since Brett I had learned to control my life using intellect instead of emotion, but that had changed too. My heart was telling to leap, while my head insisted I waited for the next plane to come. Putting my thoughts away, I crept down the stairs, and there he was sitting at the bar spoon full of cereal half way to his mouth.

"I didn't expect you to be up this early." He offered me a sympathetic half smile, and poured another bowl of cereal motioning at the chair next to him.

"Trust me, waking up this early was not on my list of things to do today?" I sat down next to him and rested my head on the table.

"Another dream?" he whispered twirling the spoon around in his bowl.

"Same one." I groaned trying to shake the memory from my head.

"About me?" he asked lowering his eyes and pushing the bowl away from himself.

"How did you-"I began but he interrupted

"…You kind of called out my name last night before waking up."

"Oh" I tried to keep the red from my face. Of course I did, all our relationship needed this morning was a little more awkward.

He looked miserable, like he was blaming himself for my nightmares, or his coco pebbles weren't agreeing with him.I bumped his shoulder with mine and offered him a small smile, it was way past time to change the subject "You wanna go somewhere?"

He looked up a crooked smile forming on his lips "With you?"

"Of Course with me Silly, It's your first weekend in America we've got to get you out of the house!"

"Okay" He stood and put his cereal bowl in the sink.

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"Meet me in the car in fifteen minutes." She called from halfway up the stairs.

I followed her pace leaving the kitchen and taking the stairs two at a time in mad dash for my room. I threw on a clean pair of jeans, Took off the plain white V-neck I slept in, tossed it to the floor, and looked frantically for a nice shirt in the depths of the closet.

Five minutes later I stood, still shirtless, and now torn between a bright Blue-Grayplaid shirt, and a green polo. I had never in, my 17 years of life, taken so long to get dressed. Yes, I admit the wizard contributed to that, but I felt it had more to do with the fact I found myself wondering which shirt Keely would like best, and frustrated by not knowing the answer. I set out for a solution to my dillima, knocking on the door to her room.

"Come in" she Called from the other side.

Upon entering I found her leaning over her vanity applying her mascara

. "I need your help." I admitted coyly

"OK" she smiled setting down the mascara and turning to face me.

"Which one?" I extended the hangers in her direction, and she stood taking them from me, eyebrows narrowing as she tried to decide. She lifted the plaid shirt up against me, the back of her hand resting against my bare chest, and then switched hands doing the same with the Polo. Her eyes moved up and down. She repeated this action once more taking a step closer.

"Definitely the plaid one." She whispered not yet bothering to lower the shirt, or move her warm hand.

I pulled the hanger from her she lowered her hand , and took a step back I removed the shirt from the hook, slid it on, and began buttoning it up.

After a second she giggled shook her head and moved my hands out of the way. "You skipped a button your alignments all wrong now." She took a step closer and fixed my handy work, straightened my collar, and slid her hand slowly down the front of my shirt eliminating the crinkles.

. "Very handsome." She smiled warmly after stepping back to admire her work.

"Thank You." I puffed my chest out doing my best supermodel pose. She choked back a laugh and pushed me playfully way. "Don't let it go to your head Cohen"

"I wouldn't dare!" I chuckled for the first time that morning I really looked at her. "Now Look at you." I lowered my voice taking a step forward and grabbing her hand" She wore a deep ruby pink thigh-length dress, and her wavy blond hair fell just-so past her shoulders. I twirled her around once. "Is it hot in here, or is I just you?" She rolled her eyes blushing and setting the green polo down on her vanity. "Really Keel you look beautiful."

She stepped away clearing her throat."Are you ready to go?"

"That depends…Where are we going? I asked

"If I told you I'd have to kill you." She threatened

My eyes narrowed

"Oh come on." She smirked and pulled me by the shirt out of her room and to the stairs.