The awkwardness passes as we start playing MW3.

He sets up a game so that it's just us facing each other in a medium sized arena. He chooses one that I know well since it's from MW2 as well. I'm glad because I know good places to hide and wait for him to walk past.

As long as he doesn't screen cheat, then I'm pretty sure I'll win.

That is until we start the first match.

He kills me in two seconds flat. I don't even know how it happened, since we start on different sides of the space, with many obstacles blocking our view of our avatars. The next round is more intense.

I manage to elude him long enough to get to a hiding spot up high. I select a sniper and use the scope to find him.

He's crouching behind a barrel apparently camping, which is what I usually do. I line it up and take the head shot.

We spend the next hour or so playing, and I find that we're pretty evenly matched. The longer we play, the more we both relax. We start shouting things at each when one of us loses, but it's all in good faith.

By the time we've both had enough, we're sprawled across his bed, controllers hanging off the edge. We're both laughing at a complete fluke shot I'd taken. In the game we'd been standing inches apart without knowing it since there was a wall between us. I'd accidently fired into the wall and had killed him.

"Better graphics, huh?" I say, still laughing.

"That almost never happens," he responds. He rolls onto his side so that he's facing me.

I smile. "Sure, sure."

He chuckles and lightly punches my arm. "But, seriously, did you like it?"

I turn onto my side, mirroring his position. I pull up my arm to rest my head on my hand. "Surprisingly, I did. But I think that has more to do with the company," I whisper, unable to get the words out in full volume. I panic for a second, thinking that he'll go weird on me again, but I relax when he smiles at me. It's this breath taking crooked grin that does me in.

I only just now realise how close to each other we are.

His arm is resting between our bodies and if I shifted forward a millimeter his hand would be brushing my breast. From this close I can see just how green his eyes really are, and that they are a few golden flecks in them that I'd never noticed before.

He looks like he wants to close the small distance between us and I know that I want him to. But then I remember that everything is complicated for him, and I don't think I can get closer to him without knowing exactly what I'm in for.

I break the moment by sitting up. I push the hair from my face and hurriedly search for something to say.

"Uh… do you have any cough lozenges? I think I'm getting a cold," I blurt out, and then immediately want to hit myself. Really? That's what I come up with? That I think I'm carrying a virus? Great.

He sits up and looks around him like he's not sure what just happened. "Yeah, sure. They're in the top drawer next to the bed." He points to the bedside table while getting up. "I'll go get you some water."

He quickly leaves the room.

I go to the table and open the drawer. Inside I find the lozenges, but what catches my attention are the four cell phones lying underneath them.

Now, I had a drawer at home filled with old or broken cell phones, but these looked brand new—all the same sleek black style.

What the hell?

Why did Edward have four brand new cell phones?

I quickly shut the drawer as I hear Edward coming down the hall. I pop a lozenge in my mouth and sit back on the bed.

Edward enters the room and hands me the glass of water before sitting down next to me, his long legs stretched out next to mine.

"So, tell me about yourself," I say.

AN; Your reviews crack me up in a good way :) please keep 'em coming. A lot of you are confused about what's up with his family... keep guessing, I love them, but all will be revealed in good time haha