Edward's room is... well, it's a damn dream come true. The walls are a stark white, almost painfully bright. The carpet is a beautiful shade of gold that matches his bed spread. His bed is this giant elaborate four poster thing, something more suited to a fairy-tale than a teenage boy's room. Covering one wall are rows and rows of shelves, completely covered with books.

Along the wall facing the bed is a huge flat screen, much bigger than the one in Charlie's living room.

Next to the bed... Wow. Just wow. I can't even begin to describe the sight before me. The only thought running through my head is 'why?'

Why would a seventeen year old boy need all that?

There are three computer screens set up on a huge dark oak desk. I can see two monitors peeking out from underneath it, and a laptop set aside from the key boards.

What. The. Fuck?

I stare in shock at my surroundings, feeling as though I'd stepped into an alternate universe. This is the bedroom I'd expect a forty year old single businessman that has a housekeeper to have. Not Edward.

Speaking of Edward, he's standing behind me, leaning against the doorframe. I turn to look at him, and find his previously nervous expression has changed into something decidedly smugger—most probably from the expression of pure amazement on my face no doubt.

"It all makes sense now..." I muse, looking at the handsome boy across from me.

The nervous look is back as he hesitantly replies, "What makes sense now?"

"The stand-off attitude," I say. "I'd suspected that you were rich, but this—" I extend my arms out around me and gesture to the elaborate room. "This is on a whole other level. With money like this at your fingertips, it'd be impossible for you to not be a snob."

It seems very reasonable to me. In fact, in this town-with all of the stereotypes—it makes perfect sense for this perfect, rich family to be the snobs.

But all that leaves me as I see Edward's crestfallen face. He looks like I've just kicked him in the neck. Twice.

I step closer to him, my hand reaching out to hover over his shoulder. I want to make him feel better, but I don't know how.

"Edward, I'm sorry," I say. "That was rude of me to say. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions about you."

He looks up at me through his lashes, an adorable gesture that makes him seem vulnerable.

"I don't mean to be a snob," he says so quietly that I almost don't hear him.

"Then why are you so reclusive?" I ask.

"It's... it's complicated," he says.

I want to ask, but refrain myself. It was his business, and if he wanted to tell me, then he would. Seeing this side of him, the troubled vulnerable boy, made my heart ache. I could wait for him to open up to me. I have a feeling that maybe if we keep spending time together, that it won't be long until I'd do anything for this boy.

AN; Thank you to everyone! For everything :)