A/N: Don't own twilight nor Victoria's Secret

Edward's POV (one week later)

The days had blurred into each other, one day full of it, then another until I was clueless of what to do. Now the it I was referring to was my abnormal like and appreciation for Bella Swan. That's what I called it anyway; Alice called it a controlling need to possess while holding traits of a stocker, Carlisle and Esme even heard her say this but instead of defending me or telling off Alice, they sort of just glided away while passing nervous glances at me from time to time.

I was not obsessed, I was just interested, it wasn't as if I snooped threw her house or anything, I always stayed outside. The only reason I had been following Bella so much was because no one else in the family could and someone had to because of the case. Each time it was someone else's turn to follow Bella something would just magically appear and make it impossible for them to do the job. Two days ago when Esme was suppose to do the following Alice brought home so weird and super rare flower that she insisted her and Esme plant at that very second. Esme would have told her no if Alice hadn't pulled the, I'm-a-dying-puppy-and-no-one-loves-me look. And with the rest of the family gone because of the incredibly long shopping list Alice had entrusted them with I was the only one able to go.

I had followed her scent to a dry cleaning store. It was at the edge of town with fresh light green paint flashing about in the mid day sun. The white trim gave the whole building an over all pompous I'm-better-then-you look, understanding that I'd created weird names for people's facial features more then once that day I shook my head and walking inside.

Bella was already standing in line. Her beautiful brown hair catching the sunlight, while cascading down her elegant back. I couldn't help but cringe a bit at the fact that I was beginning to sound like one of those old cheap romance novels. No matter how many ideas I came up with to explain the sensation in my stomach I knew I was feeling true excitement not because I was making an honest effort to solve the case but because I was in fact seeing my Bella again.

She's not your Bella, A voice in my head quietly chided, not yet! I answered so loudly that the whole shop twisted around, the whole shop, including Bella.

I had no idea what to do or say and Bella's deep chocolate brown eyes weren't helping the matter.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, a lot more hostile then I had expected.

Oh nothing, you know, just stocking you while purposely studying and memorizing your every move, not just because you might have killed your parents but because I think I'm falling in love with you, wait no, I AM in love with you.

Again, more answers that I just couldn't give her.

"Oh, ah, me?" It was a stupid question to ask seeing that beside the man behind the desk we were the only two people in the store.

"Yes?" she said, there was a note of boredom infused with annoyance, she began to tap her foot. Did I say annoyance? I meant borderline rage.

"I, ah, well you see that's my clothes right there and I'm here to pick them up, do you really think I'd come here for you?" At that I saw a starburst of pain in her eyes and a wash of moister that collected at the edges. "I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"Sure." She turned her back on me and continued talking with the man, she was asking for the clothes. It didn't take him that long to get for there were only two bundles of clothes out and ready. She picked up one, threw the clear rapping I could see multiple leotards and a few tights.

By the time she even turned my way her eyes where clear of what I thought were tears. Had she really been cry or… I didn't know, not with Bella, never with Bella.

"So you're telling me that you didn't come here to stock me but to pick up your clothes?" at that I nodded, "And since when do you wear bras and other lingerie from Victoria's Secret?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, she motion to the only bundle of clothes left, true to her word the bag was stuffed with all kinds of unmentionables that happened to belong to a female buyer.

"Well, well Edward, I guess we do learn new things everyday." With that she strutted out of the store and was off. As much as I hated to admit it, one thing was very true; Bella had just earned another point in our little game but I also knew more opportunities to change that were soon to be fought.

A/N: Cliffie, sort of…

Hoped you liked it, more will come in the next few days.

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