A/N: Beta'd by the one and only... Midnight Cougar.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters... I just make them do what I want... Please don't sue.
Summary: When Edward Cullen is hired to work on heartbroken writer Isabella Swan's house, will he end up fixing a lot more than just her house?
25.
"So a writer, huh? And you can live off it?"
Bella grimaced. "Yeah... well, I freelance some, as a journalist, write reviews for a few papers and such. I couldn't live off my books alone."
"I've never met a writer before. It's cool."
"Well," Bella said, "I've never met a carpenter before. I admire guys who can, you know... work with their hands. I'm hopeless; I can hardly change a light bulb."
Edward laughed. "You're exaggerating to make me feel better about not having a higher education."
"No, seriously, it's cool. There has to be all kinds of great stuff you know—if everyone went to college and sat on their pasty white asses, we'd still be living in caves."
Edward shoved at her playfully, and Bella almost toppled over a pyramid of cans as she stumbled.
"Jerk," she said, shoving at Edward in revenge.
"Smart ass," Edward responded, and at that moment, Bella knew she'd found a friend.
Bella actually found herself smiling as they went through the checkout. Her head was starting to feel better, the pills working their way through her system.
"So, how long do you think you'll be working on the house?" Bella asked, as Edward helped carry the four shopping bags back to the truck.
"You want us out of your hair already, huh?" Edward asked with a smirk.
"No, not at all. I just... I have to make some plans and it'd help to have a time frame."
"It'll probably take a couple of months. Beautiful house," Edward informed her as he let them into the truck and started it. "My favorite kind of job—restoring something so old, with so much history. I'd like to buy a place like that someday, do it up."