AN: Answers to things I missed:

One; how long is this story going to be? I have no idea; man my answer wasn't worth much, was it? Ha-ha. Seriously, I have no real idea BUT I have more than 8000 words typed of things that occur after this chapter so at least that much longer? I'm sorry; I wish I could be more definitive.

Two; this one I feel really badly about not answering. I wrote out the answer before but then, I do this really weird thing where I edit my author's notes because I ramble (maybe you've noticed ha, sorry), so it was lost at some point. ANYWAY what was that last fight about (not the family feud), is the question. It was about Rosalie. That's the short of it.

I'm sorry about how long this took to get out. I was GOING to post this much earlier today but I have this awful guilt complex and I can't say no to people; don't use this against me, ha-ha.

Thanks so much for reading, if I don't say it every chapter, I'm sorry.

Chapter five: Rain (part two)

I rolled my eyes, Edward was pushing my buttons, "I like you enough to save you from the cold and I know you feel the same because you just did that for me. Don't get anything stupid into your head."

He laughed again and blushed, he blushed. His blush was rare, I had noticed, not like mine which sprung up like dandelions. "I guess that's true."

"Plus to be completely honest I don't know why our families don't get along, I didn't even have anything against your family until you fought with Tyler and my brother the last time."

He grimaced at the memory. "You don't know what started the feud?" he realized.

"No I don't and I don't think I want to. It doesn't matter; it's too late for it to matter."

"I guess you're right but to be honest I don't really know either."

"But you still fight it," I explained exasperatedly, "Why?"

"I don't know… I'm easily provoked, or at least Jasper is easily provoked. It's not all us, you know, your side-"

I cut him off, "My side!" I practically shouted, "It's not my anything, I'm just a witness and it's not my side that's doing all the provoking either." He chucked, "You're trying to provoke me now?"

"No, I don't think I am, not really." He paused and took the conversation another direction, "It's just strange to think about the difference from the first day we met in relation to now." He looked away to tap the music system in the car on, adding background noise to our conversation and returned to look at me.

I tried not to think of how much I had enjoyed our first meeting. I wanted to believe I hated him then as much as I did now but unfortunately I knew the truth and that was that I didn't even hate him now. In fact I wondered if I didn't enjoy his company, something was wrong with me. "Does it bother you to know you're able to get along with a Swan?"

His eyes were distracted and his mouth seemed to move on its own, "More bothered that it felt so right," his eyes jumped back to me, "I mean," he stumbled, "normal, easy. Talking to you was like talking to anyone else."

"Anyone else," I repeated, I didn't want to acknowledge that his impersonal take on our conversation hurt me.

"Easier than just talking to anyone," he mumbled.

"Easier?" I asked and then I recognized the music playing, "Claire de Lune?" I was surprised.

"You know Debussy?"

"Not well, I admitted," I let the melody play unobstructed for a few moments. "Only my favorites…"

He was looking at anything other then me which was when a force gripped me. It was like our first meeting but this time it was my move. I wanted to tell my body to stop but I couldn't. My hand moved instinctually up to his face and I turned it back so he was looking at me. His hand came up and rested on mine, the warmth was addicting and I blushed.

I noticed, as I'm sure he did, that we were inclining toward each other. 'STOP' I pleaded myself, 'please don't come closer, Edward.' He's a Cullen, he's a Cullen, he's a CULLEN. My nose was just touching his, I could feel him angling to meet my lips when my rational side won and I pulled back; my hand freeing itself from under his.

He was still, eyes closed as if believing that I would return and finish what we'd started. Instead I looked out the window and broke the silence, "I've got to- I- it's- The rain stopped," I stated. Edward looked completely confused when his eyes snapped open. "I should go home," He didn't seem to comprehend me, "I'm going to go home now," I explained slowly.

I reached the handle again when I realized what I was wearing. "Turn around for a moment." I told him.

"Why?" He finally pulled himself together.

"Because I need to give you your shirt and blanket back and right now I'm wearing those and barely anything else."

"No, I mean why are you going now."

I rolled my eyes but he had listened to me before and wouldn't know that fact because he was facing the other direction. "I need to go home. This is- well I don't know what just happened," I decided to stay honest as I pulled my damp skirt back up. "I mean, what just happened?" I struggled out of his cotton shirt and stretched my own top back on.

"I don't know. I don't know what happened."

"You can turn back around." The sight of his face caused all my feelings to stir again, "So goodbye."

He shook his head and I shoved the blanket and his shirt back at him to keep me from shoving anything else back at him. "Wait."

I didn't pause as I opened the door and got out but I did turn back around to say, "No, I understand, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, or I do but I was- I mean…" I took a deep breath, "Don't worry I won't do that again and I won't tell anyone." He still looked so confused, like a lost child; every instinct was pushing me to give him a nurturing hug. "I… tomorrow."

That's how I found myself walking back to my house with a million watt smile and realized in horror that I was defiantly in love with Edward Cullen but this thought didn't even change the smile plastered stupidly on my face.

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The second I stepped in the door Charlie pounced. "You're home, thank God," He muttered. "You look terrible."

"Thanks dad, just what any girl wants to hear," and then it dawned on me, I looked terrible. My smile was gone, erased completely. Edward had seen me looking terrible. Great just great and when did I become that girl, the one that was worried about her appearance? "Where's Emmett?"

"He went to bed ten minuets ago, told me you'd be fine, fell asleep in forty seconds flat," Charlie answered. "Why don't you take a hot shower, honey, you need to warm up."

"I'll wake Emmett," This wasn't true and we both knew it, Emmett slept like a cow, only waking when someone pushed him over. The truth was that I could still smell Edward on my skin and I didn't want to wash that away, not just yet.

"Ha, I wish something like that could wake the kid." I shivered and I knew Charlie was right, I needed to warm up.

"Okay, I'm going. Night, dad," I hugged him without thought and headed up the stairs. Charlie and I had never been the type to show emotions so freely and I wondered if this tipped him off.

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"URrrrr," I grumbled as I woke up. All my muscles felt like jelly and my head was killing me. The light coming from my window was searing my eyes and I closed them immediately. No, I couldn't be sick, no not today. I was craving the hour I would get sitting beside Edward, especially today after everything that had happened yesterday.

"BELLA ARE YOU UP YET," Emmett shouted from just outside my door. His voice physically hurt my head. I moaned and heard as Emmett opened my door and called, "DAD."

"Stop screaming, you're killing me," I mumbled.

"Sorry Bells," Emmett whispered.

"What's wrong?" Charlie asked.

"Shh, look at Bella, she's dying in here," Emmett replied.

Charlie corrected his tone, "Sorry, Bella what's wrong?" He moved toward me and felt my forehead.

"It's just a cold, I know it," I answered having dealt with many similar situations before. I was used to taking care of myself after living with Renee. "Go on with your lives, I'll be fine. It'll clear up by tomorrow I think."

"Are you sure?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure." My body convulsed in coughs and I moaned again. "I'll be fine.

Emmett and Charlie contemplated this for a bit. "O- K," Emmett started, "Do you need anything Kiddo?"

This was not something I was used to, people willing to look after me, but I was going to take the opportunity, "Emmett can you help me get downstairs, I think I'm going to hang out on the couch."

Charlie piped in, "I'll bring your blankets, Kleenex, Kleenex," He mumbled to himself.

"Oh and Emmett can you call Jake, tell him today isn't going to work."

"Of course," He replied as he pulled me from my blanket cocoon, I leaned my weight on his shoulder as we attempted the stairs.

Twenty minuets later Charlie and Emmett were out of the house and I was wrapped in a new cocoon on the living room couch, two Kleenex boxes on the coffee table in front of me, one empty garbage by my head for the used Kleenex, a glass of orange juice, a glass of water and a remote control all within my reach. It was nice having people to take care of you.

I fell asleep again letting the dull ache in my head fade as dreams passed slowly behind my lids. A loud knocking ruined the tranquility. I sprung up, shocked. Looking around confused I reoriented myself and then the knocking occurred again. "Come in," I said as loudly as I could manage, the sound was coming from the front door.

I heard the door open, close and footsteps making their way toward me. "You're sick," the voice appraised.

"No kidding," I allowed, sarcasm still being my weapon of choice. Edward stared down at me looking confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked before a round of coughs took me away from the situation.

"How awful do you feel?" he ignored my question.

"Probably not as bad as I look."

"Bad, like you ever look bad," I looked at him confused, his expression was horrified, "I mean, tell me what I can do, do you need anything?"

I knew I'd just gotten down here but the light in the living room was hurting my eyes, worse then that from my bedroom, "anything?" I asked making sure.

"Yes, anything."

"Can you help me get back upstairs," Two coughs, "to my room, my legs are practically Jell-O. I know I wouldn't be able to get up," I coughed, "there myself."

"Of course," He said taking me blanket and all in his arms bridal style. It wasn't the time but my heart reacted to him. So nice, I thought.

"Mhmmm, thank you Edward," I said through a yawn as he went up the stairs. He chuckled. When we reached the landing I could feel his indecision over which room to take me into. "First, left."

He understood and I felt him set me on the bed. "Anything else?"

"What are," cough, "you doing here?"

"I thought you were avoiding me when I saw you weren't in the truck with Emmett and I skipped school," he explained like it was a normal conclusion. He didn't realize how much I had wanted to see him, didn't know how glad I was that somehow I was still given the chance.

"And so you felt the," Three coughs, "Need to make sure I couldn't do that?" I asked, "Did you want to annoy me?" He felt my forehead then and his hand felt so cool and nice against me; I sighed.

"No, well maybe." He informed me, "I didn't think you were sick," he changed the direction our conversation was going; I looked at him skeptically he looked guilty.

"Why do you look so guilty," I murmured.

"I should have driven you home, you were so cold…" He trailed off.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, I was fine. I think it was," cough, "inevitable."

"I should go-"

"No," my arm reached out weakly and took hold on his wrist-ish area, "Stay, please, I don't know if I'll be able to sleep."

He smirked using his other hand's fingers to trace comforting patterns on my hand. "Of course." His voice was so soothing that I really couldn't help falling asleep and I knew that he knew my reason for asking him to stay was bogus.

AN: Anyone want to know how the 'car in the rain' scene was GOING to happen? THIS IS AN EXCEPT FROM ANOTHER DRAFT, TOTALLY UNEDITED!

And he did come closer and I did move closer. My eyes fluttered shut without my permission and his free hand came up to rest behind my head to help me move toward him.

Then my luck cut in again and his mouth touched mine. My own free hand mimicked his. I gripped his face. I could feel the rest of my body moving toward him; feel the blood boiling in my lips. I could smell his sweet scent and everything in me was screaming that this was right. His hand that had been laying gently on mine pushed forward so both his hands were on the sides of my face, we were mirror images.

This was irrational this was wrong but I knew I didn't want to stop. This was something I could fight, even if the fight felt hopeless. The need for air slowly made the stopping seem more bearable; more plausible. We broke apart and I gasped for air, moving as far away from him as I could manage in the car, my hands dropping from his face as his broke from mine. "I'm sorry- I'm-," Edward stuttered, finding no safe place for his words to take him.

I looked out the window confused. The rain had stopped. It was darker out because it was later but the grayest clouds had passed while we had sat here. I knew this was a sign, a sign that I should get out of the car and walk back home but I didn't move to do that. "What was that?" I whispered, unsure if I was directing the question at Edward or at myself.

"I'm-," Edward began again; I turned to look at him when he started talking and the force reeled up in me once more. His eyes met mine and we both mirrored each others movements as we kissed again, again and one more for good measure. This time I was the only one who jolted back. Edward's eyes were full of longing and I wondered if mine were as well. I controlled it.

I'm a total love cynic and it felt too strange to get their relationship started because of something that happened with Jacob.

The rain scene came about because on the day I wrote it; I in fact, got trapped walking in the rain. Not so glamorous in reality, gotta admit it.