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BPOV

Previously:

"What are you thinking?" He whispered lowly a few minutes later, sounding unsure of if he really wanted to know.

I sighed, readjusting my position slightly. "I'm not even sure…" I breathed out. He nodded solemnly. "I'm confused." He nodded again. "I wish I knew what to say, but I don't…"

He sighed. "You don't have to say anything, just sleep…" Edward, finally, curled an arm around my shoulders and I began to drift off.

Now:

When I woke up in the morning, Edward was still there with me. My eyes had jolted open when I realized I was holding onto another body in my bed. There hadn't been an occurrence of that kind for a long time and the last time it was with someone whose body temperature was a complete opposite from the ice cold steel that I was currently holding on to.

When our eyes locked, Edward looked frightened which made me immediately feel guilty again. I spared a small smile to show I was happy he had stayed, but we didn't speak. It was an uncomfortable silence since we were both waiting for the other to break the tension.

I was showered, dressed, and eating some cereal while Edward sat on the couch stiffly looking through my bills that were lying on my coffee table. "I don't want to assume anything, Bella." I watched as he stacked my bills neatly in one pile compared to the messy heap it had been before. It should have bothered me that he was reading my private mail, but I found no problem in it. "And I don't want to put any pressure on you, but what did last night mean?" I stared at my cereal bowl before hearing him faintly whisper, "if anything at all…"

I twirled my spoon in my now empty bowl, as I slowly began to address his question. "Last night…" I bit my lip. "Last night, I needed… you. I still want to be friends, but apparently my head and heart are disagreeing on the terms." I snuck a glance at Edward and there was a smile playing upon his lips, but he didn't make eye contact.

I walked over to the sink and deposited my bowl and spoon there. Edward stood as I turned on the faucet so the bowl could soak. "… Will you still accompany me today?" He seemed unsure about whether I would agree or not and I simply nodded.

I grabbed my keys opening the door. "We'll take my truck." I was shocked that Edward didn't argue, but merely wondered aloud about why Alice hadn't mentioned that before when we had her bring his car over to my apartment complex. "Maybe, she thinks you deserve to get surprised now and then."

His smirk reappeared. "I'm always surprised with you, Bella. I wouldn't change that." I blushed as I unlocked my truck. "I missed that," he whispered.

It was several minutes down the road before Edward asked where we were headed. "You'll see…" I mumbled as I turned onto the freeway.

As the distressed building came into view, I smiled. This was a regular escape for me and I was surprised with how I wasn't self-conscience about showing him.

"What is this place?" He asked, looking at the sparse landscape, empty parking spaces, and faded signage.

I smiled wider, pulling my keys from the ignition and jumping out the door. He was by my side within an instant, completely at ease with me and no other witnesses; we were utterly alone. "This is the Bretterman-Port Orchard Museum of Washington State. It was a privately owned museum in the late eighties, early nineties. But it went bankrupt because they were seen as too biased and it went up for auction." Edward was staring at me intently as I continued on. "A guy named Gregory Goldenberg brought it because he was obsessed with history and wanted it to be kept up and open to the public. He actually works for FedEx and just opens the doors in the mornings and closes it down on his way home."

Edward and I started to walk towards the front door. "How do you know so much about this place?" he wondered.

I laughed. "I actually know a lot more. Greg has a guest book that he asks people to sign when they visit displayed." I pointed to the side table to the left of the door we just entered. "I had signed my name a few times after I found it and I was actually here one night when he came to close it down for the evening. We got talking and he told me the history. He's even offered to make me a key if I want, but I didn't want the responsibility. I've signed some fake names to make sure he keeps the museum up, but I think he knows it's just me.

"No one's ever here when I come. I don't think anyone knows it's here." I muttered as I led Edward into the first room where they had black and white pictures of presidents and other political figures visiting the state long ago.

"How'd you find it?" He asked, while watching me speed through the scenery that I had seen so often.

I continued onto the next room that was filled with visual timelines that lined the walls and miniature figures depicting life from the first 100 years of Washington. "Annie had gone back to Seattle to visit her parents and I was bored. I decided to just drive some and I programmed my GPS to show any attraction that I was close to. This place eventually popped up." I nodded, skipping the next several rooms of history and heading into my favorite room.

Edward finally looked away from me, completely focused on the walls behind me.

I watched as he lightly touched the old books and drawings done in natural paints and fibers. "I love this room; it reminds me of La Rush, of Forks, too." He nodded, but didn't say anything. "The legends are more theatrically… presented, but the items are historical. It says a lot about the cold ones." I added softly as I got to one of the paintings that depicted his kind. He turned, looking into my eyes before turning back around.

"Why do you come here? Wouldn't this… be painful? Wouldn't you want to forget about this?" He was right, I should've been too hurt to come here and I attempted to explain why that was untrue.

"Maybe… but I think it's different because it's almost like I've been removed from the story. It's my memories, almost, but from a different source; a third point of view." He nodded, before refocusing on the mementos displayed.

"This place is unique, incredible even." He seemed amazed by the museum.

I smiled. "There's a room in the back, not for the general public, and it has pictures of every important person from Washington and its cities. They even have local police enforcement." I smiled, but before I could on, Edward whispered 'Charlie.' "Yeah."

We meandered through the museum for a little over two hours which was actually impressive considering I had pretty much memorized their inventory and Edward had a photographic memory and super speed. We used our fingers to experience the history and didn't dare open our mouths.

As we closed the doors and headed back to my truck, Edward went just ahead of me to open my door. I tried to hide my laugh, but he just smiled in return. "Still Edward…" He nodded, closing my door softly, but soundly.

As I turned over the engine and headed to the main road to stop off at a little diner a few miles down the road, Edward spoke. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

"Thanks for… appreciating it." I stuttered to say.

Author's Note: The museum in completely made up, but I think Bella would totally find that kind of a place to escape to and Edward would fall in love with that place just like she did. You all see that, right?

Work has kicked my ass, but the high note for you all was that I went away this weekend and planned this and the next chapter completely out. I even thought out a one-shot story that will be AH when I finally get time to write it.

I even am tempted to write an EPOV bonus of this story so far if you all are interested… check out the new poll.

And I've given thought to the possible Give Her Some Credit Sequel… any title ideas?

Let me know what you think.

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Enjoy ;)

Kmwhyte