A/N: I don't own twilight or any of its characters . Stephenie Meyer does.
"So…" Edward says, standing near the door.
"You left." I say simply, feeling the hurt I felt earlier suddenly rear its head.
"I-I didn't want to but Emmett and my mother were worried that something had happened to Alice, since she wouldn't answer her damn phone, so we had to go check on her." He explained, nervously.
"Ahhh-huhhh… you should know that I'm not mad at you, I'm just confused." I say.
"I just want you to know that I am sorry for how everything has happened. I know this isn't going to undo anything, but if it helps I was a virgin too, and even though I remember snippets of everything, I do wish I could remember it all." He states sitting down next to me.
It does help a lot to know he didn't run away like a coward. I truly do hope this ends up leading somewhere.
"Did you drink too?" I asked, confused
"Err… yeah. After you went up to your room, Micah said he felt like playing a game of cards and invited Emmett and I to play. Unfortunately, since my brother was playing, he got the idea to drink whenever someone said a specific word. I can't remember which word, though. The rest gets hazy after the fourth or fifth game." He explained.
"I think Micah just wanted to get shitfaced and forget everything that happened yesterday." I comment, sighing.
Damn, yesterday must've taken a toll on everyone not just us, but the entire family.
"I'm really sorry, Bella. Not just for how it happened but for everything else. I know we spoke on the phone, and I told you everything but it wouldn't feel right without apologizing properly to you face." He says.
I stared at him for a moment before setting Pinky on the bed next to me. She, of course, decided to begin trotting around the bed happily, letting out a happy snort every now and then.
"Ok. I understand. At least I hope I do. I just want you to realize that I'm the person you want to play with. I need one hundred percent honesty, I need you to communicate with me, and most of all, I need you to trust me. If you can't give me that then there's no point in taking this further. As much attraction and other feelings that I have for you." I state, looking into his eyes.
"I can do that." He says, smiling at me.
"Good to know." I reply, rubbing Pinky's head as she finally plopped down next to me after tiring herself out.
"So,where does this leave us?" He asks, staring down at Pinky, who is snoring lightly now.
"At the beginning of whatever this is." I say deadpanned, before laughing at his 'seriously?' expression.
"Hey, Bells, Aunt Becky just called. She said that she and Uncle Jack are going to go back home. It seems like something happened with the case Uncle Jack." Micah said, walking into the room.
"Mary wants to know if she can play with Pinky." He adds, staring at her sleeping form.
"She's can go ahead and get her but since she just tired herself running on the bed. I don't think she'll want to play." I say, rubbing her little head lovingly.
He nods, before he picks her up and leaves again.
I shrug amused, before laying down on the bed.
"So, what now?" He asks.
"Now, I'm going to go back to sleep. Since yesterday and the better part of today took their toll on me." I say, turning around to lay on my stomach before pulling the thick afghan over myself until it cover my head.
"Would be alright if I crashed on the couch?" He asks me, tiredly.
"Hmm..? Oh, yeah. Knock yourself out. I don't mind." I mutter back, sleepily.
I was more asleep than awake when something suddenly occurred to me.
"Hey, Edward. Does this mean we're exclusively seeing each other now?" I asked, lifting my head up to look at him.
"I honestly hadn't thought of that. What do you say? Are you ready to be my one and only special girl? My girlfriend?" He asks, giving me a tired smile.
"I say, let's go for it. I'm pretty sure after this week we'll be so busy we'll hardly talk. Especially when we both live on opposite sides of the country. Not to mention we have a three hour difference." I mumbled.
"I'm sure we'll find time. I promise, I will find time for you." He vowed.
"Alright, handsome. Then I guess we shall see." I finally say, before my exhaustion pulls me into a deep sleep.
I wake up an hour later to a little orange fur ball cuddling next to me.
"How in the…." I asked as the orange fur ball cuddled closer to my side.
The light snoring that came from the couch made me snap to the noise.
Edward laid there in a pair of gray sweatpants, and a gray tank top. His sleeves once again showing as he laid on the overstuffed couch on his stomach.
I was so mesmerized by the art on his arm I almost missed the familiar light sandy brown ball of fur sleeping on his chest.
The sight before me had my insides stirring, and I'm not entirely sure if it was a good or bad thing.
"What's wrong?" He asked sleepily.
"Nothing. I just have never seen Roofus do that with anyone other than me or my brother Dax. It's cute." I say, as Clementine purrs.
"I didn't think anything of it when he kept rubbing his nose and paw on my hand. I just picked him up. He's the one who curled up on my chest." He rasped.
"Thank you, he's a little brat sometimes, and only stays with who he wants. " I say, smiling lovingly at my little rugrat.
"It's nothing. My sister's dog has his own room in her apartment. This is nothing." He says amused.
"I heard that." Alice called through the doorway.
"Well, you know what they say about eavesdroppers." He calls back.
"That they never hear anything good of themselves!" She calls back.
"Alright, pix. Leave Edward alone." Emmett interrupted, moving her from the doorway.
"You know, for once I'm actually glad for Emmett's interruptions." Edward says, amused.
"Me too." I whisper, as we grin at each other.