Who the hell is this chick in my house! Thought Edward as he walked down the stairs looking at the girl laying on his floor. He liked people and all, but he wondered when they would stop coming into his house. I mean, that is how all of the Fan Fictions start and all. Anway, Edward walked down the stairs and thought that he would practice being really cool and stuff. So he put on of his sissor hands on the railing, trying to look super important as he moved down the stairs.

Everything was all fine and dandy until one of his hands got stuck in the wood. He was pulling as hard as he could but he just couldn't get the hand out from the wood. He pulled and all of a sudden it let loose, leaving Edward to go flying to the other side of the stair way and hit the wall. Edward lost his footing and tripped. His body started to roll down the stairs makeing a loud thuding noice. He made sure that his hands were out streached so that he would stab himself. He did have really great control of his hands and all because, if you had sissor hands ever since you were born you would be able to control them, right?

Becka woke up at the sound of him rolling down the stairs and instead of offering to help him up as soon as he hit the floor, she stood up and staired at him. Edward got up and tryed to look really cool by trying to make it look like he was dusting himself off. Becka's gaze was large. What is she looking at? Thought Edward, he thought that it was a good thought but he would never say that because he was to much of a gentleman to say such a thing, plus it would make him look so much less hot if he was mean.

"Hello," Edward said instead of what he wanted to. He made himself look scared and all because he knew that no chick could resist loving him if he was acting all innocent.

She took a step forward, "who the hell are you?"

Edward didn't say anything. He was very pissed at the girl talking to him like that. I mean, he was Johnny Depp- I mean... um... Edward.

"Come closer! I wanna see what you look like!"

He then did as she said and moved closer, he thought that she would fall in love with his charm. He was wrong.

"Damn! Are you ugly!"

Edward gave a puzzled look. What's up with that? These Edward stories are supposed to be sad and loving...he thought. "Hello... I'm Edward."

"Yeah... that's great. I'm Becka. Short to Rebbecca. I don't like Becky. So don't call me that ok chub?" She walked up to him and held out her hand to shake it. She hadn't noticed Edwards hands since he had hid them behind his back. (How can you do that anyway? Is that possible). He looked at her hand like he had no clue what she wanted.

"Nice to meet you." Edward just looked at the hand... the hand that he wanted. Since Edward's days back from living in Subrubia he had a huge scary, creepy, fasination with hands. "Put it here," Becka said, giving him another clue to what she wanted. The stairing didn't stop. "Shake my hand!" He looked at it.

"No," Edward said in a Stuart like way (if you havn't watched Stuart on Mad-TV this wont make sence... anway.)

"Shake my damn hand!"

"No," Edward repeated.

"SHAKE IT!"

"No!"

"SHAKE IT NOW!"

Edward took out one of his hands from behind his back.

"What the?" She jumped back. Edward walked closer to her.

"Shake it," Edward said, being a real smartass.

"No!" She yelled.

"Shake it," Edward said in a very quiet Michale Jackson way.

"NO!" Becka yelled. "What are you? Some type of freak!"

This hurt Edward hard. These words always hurt him. And Becka covered her mouth as soon as she had said that. Those words had always cut her in half when ever anyone said those to her. Edward looked down at the ground, trying to cheer himself up. No one had come to visit Edward in many years and now when someone did come up they ridiculed him.

"Edward..." Becka started. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean it."

He looked up at her.

"Honest. I hate those words. I will never say them again."

Becka would bareley hear the words come from Edward, "ok."

"Come sit next to me Edward," she said as she sat down next to her things.

Edward mumbled something.

"What was that?" She asked.

He mumbled again.

"Huh?"

"I said," started Edward, "That I don't wanna."

"Edward..."

"I don't wanna!"

"Just sit next to me..." He looked at her. "Maybe we can be friends!"

He liked the sound of this and he sat next to her. Maybe we really can be friends, he thought. And so Becka talked to Edward as he listined to her. He always did like to listin then to talk.