Aww, I'm so disappointed, no one got the title!! It's from the movie Donnie Darko, which is only my favorite film ever. Anyway, I'm probably not going to be posting as often for a while. I've been really busy lately (and out of ideas…)

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Love me some Edward: I love Mike. And yeah I agree, there are too many fics bashing him. And in most of them I couldn't picture Mike doing that. I mean, he's probably the only normal character in the book! So yeah, he gets to be a main character in my story, and he gets to be a good guy.

Edward Lover for Life: Ah, where's Bella. I've been waiting for this one. OKAY! Make sure you all read this because I will not be happy if I have to answer this more than twice. Bella is there, yes. But since this story is from Bethany's point of view, and she's not really friends with Bella, she isn't in the story. And Edward isn't really spending a lot of time with Bethany. It's just… ugh, you'll see!!

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Edward might be a little OOC in this chapter, but if you think about the situation, and how you would react if it happened to you, I'm sure you'll be able to understand. And if not, then forgive me.

Enjoy!

Chapter Five: Blah, Blah, Blah

You think the birds are pretty
and you sleep eight hours a night.
And I'm fog, out of the city,
and still you stake it all.
And trains stop for you and so do the boys,
when you run your fingers through your hair.
But resistance is futile.

I lay on my bed listening to my ipod and studying the inside of my eyelids. My usual insomnia is twenty times worse tonight, maybe because of that two hour nap I took earlier today.

It's a damn good thing its Friday, because I don't think I will be able to face Edward Cullen again… ever.

And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I am gonna drink your blood.

I laugh quietly, imagining Edward and Bella in the song. Bella is leaving New York City due to some creepy stalker who is actually more dangerous to her than she thinks. The stalker being Edward, of course. She runs to her train but Edward stops her.

Just breathe, and mouth "goodbye."
If you want, I'll give you eternal life.
Well, not so much life,
but have you ever seen a good zombie movie?
Well, like that, but you'll be smarter
and you'll stay twenty-three.

He grabs her by the wrist and pulls her into a dark, empty… classroom? He leans down, fangs glistening in the moonlight. But Bella isn't Bella anymore. She's me. And he isn't looking at me lovingly like he looks at her. His eyes are almost black and full of lust.

And I am gonna drink your blood.
And I just wanna drink your-

I sit up, now fully awake. Ripping my headphones out of my ears I take a breath, trying to calm my spastic heart. Once I'm calm something hits my window, startling me once again. I take another deep breath. Maybe it's just raining extra hard tonight. Or it could just be the wind blowing a tree branch into my window. My heart rate begins to slow down when another thing hits my window. And another, and another. I pull the blinds back and push the glass to the side. Someone is down there, throwing things against my window at two in the morning.

I risk my neck by leaning half way out my window and moving a tree branch away so I could see who this anonymous thing-thrower is.

"E-E-Edward?" I stammer

"Help me!" He yells back, "Please"

"Help you w-what?" Fear grips my heart, but I hide it by glaring at the milky white figure in the middle of my dark backyard.

"I don't know how to be human!" He cries, showing me his bandaged hand. A cold wind gently sweeps a few curls off of my face, and I can see Edward trembling in his thin sweater.

I sigh. I could just leave that monster out there to freeze, but I'm too nice. "Wait a second, I'm coming down!"

I pull on a sweatshirt and grab his jacket off of the floor. I take the stairs two at a time and arrive at the back door panting.

"Its cold, come in." I huff as he makes his way over to me. I hand him his jacket and he slips it on.

He sits down at my kitchen table, hugging the jacket to his body. I grab two mugs and pour some cream into a sauce pan before remembering: He only drinks blood

"Do you want some hot coco?" I ask. I try to be polite, though I already knew the answer.

He nods.

Okay, so I didn't know the answer. I stare at him for a few seconds, puzzled.

"Don't vampires only drink blood?" I ask, then wait. Searching his green eyes for either amusement or disgust… Hold up…green eyes?

"W-Weren't your eyes brown before?" I ask. The creepiness of the situation hitting me full force. I stir coco powder and sugar into the cream.

"Yes, they do. And yes, they were." He answers, watching me flit about the kitchen like a hummingbird. I search the room for the two mugs I had just put down. And find them in the sink, how they got there, I don't know.

"You put them there when you were staring at me." Edward mutters. Obviously a bit ticked off. I place a steaming mug of coco in front of him.

He holds it in-between his pretty white hands and stares at the liquid inside.

"You saw me make it," I pause to take a sip of my own, "I didn't poison it."

He looks up at me before reluctantly taking a sip. Holding the liquid in his mouth, he thinks about it. His cheeks bulge slightly as he swishes it around in his mouth, making him resemble some kind of albino chipmunk. After a while, he becomes satisfied with the fact that it is perfectly fine to drink, and downs it in one huge gulp.

"Would you like some more?" I ask, shocked. I don't think I have ever seen someone drink hot coco that fast in my life.

He shakes his head and looks at me apologetically. "Was that impolite? I'm sorry, I'm new at this"

I take a sip of my coco and raise am inquiring eyebrow at him.

"New at this...?" I ask, my voice trailing off.

Edward hangs his head, probably so I can't see his now green eyes. "Yeah...uh...Bethany, when you bit me, I...I..."

"You what?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. The warm liquid feels good against throat and settles at the pit of my stomach, making me very sleepy. I yawn. Maybe I should have tried hot coco earlier…

He raises his head again. "I think when you bit me; you turned me into a human."

You would think that a statement like that would wake someone up. Well not me. I continue to slump around the kitchen, rinsing the mugs and sauce pan, placing them in the sink to was later.

"Why didn't you go to Bella?" I yawn again. I'm supprised me that I can still form coherent sentences.

"She's sick. I'm not sure my newly formed immune system could fight anything off." He looks at me for a second, "Could I stay with you? At least until I can learn how to do… well, human things?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever…" I mutter, completely forgetting that I had a nightmare about this kid maybe half an hour ago. "You can stay in my room."

I trudge up the steps; my legs feel like there are small children clinging to them. Once in my bedroom, I close the door. Staring at the bed I mutter.

"You don't mind sharing a bed, do you? It's pretty big."

"Well, I guess its ok with me, but are you sure you don't mind?"

I look at him for a second. The only thing I want right now is to go to sleep, and stay asleep for at least eight full hours.

"You know the rules," Once again, it's a damn good thing its Friday, "And you don't snore, right?"

He nods. I throw him the pair of pajama pants I had recently stolen from my older brother.

"Then go to sleep."

I strip off my sweatshirt and climb into my bed.

"Bathroom's the third door on the left. Be careful, my moms a light sleeper and the floor creaks" I say, pulling the quilt tight under my chin.

I lay on my side. My body curled around a small stuffed dog, happy as a cupcake in frilly paper. That is, until someone stands by the edge of the bed and stares at me. I scoot myself as far away from 'his side' as I can. His body trembles.

"Do you want a shirt?" I ask, taking a mental picture of the way his bare chest catches the moonlight. I sit up and look at him, wishing he wouldn't stare at me like that.

"Oh, sorry." He blushes and looks away. I have never seen Edward blush, it's very striking.

"You can still read my mind." It's more of a statement than a question. I lie back down and cover my scarcely clad body under the soft purple quilt.

"Yeah, I guess I can."

I roll onto my side again and mutter: "Stay out of my head," before falling asleep.

I wake up, but pretend I'm still asleep for a moment before looking at the clock. The large green numbers show me that its 3:25 in the morning. I sigh and glance at the sleeping boy beside me. But he's not sleeping. His eyes are wide and his body is drenched with sweat. Panic suddenly pulses through my body. Did I get him sick?

"Sup?" I croak, placing a cool hand on his forehead. No fever. Good.

He doesn't answer me, but he seems a bit calmer now that I'm awake and talking to him.

"Want me to stay with you until you're asleep?" I suddenly get the feeling that I'm taking care of a small child, not a 17 year old vampire-turned-human.

"Please." He says, moving a little closer to me.

I sit up, recreating the distance between us. I shake my head to wake myself up a little. I watch Edwards body relax a little.

"Its not cheating if we don't kiss…right?" Edward asks, resting his head on my lap.

I sit frozen. Its only not cheating if he doesn't feel anything for me. Which he doesn't.

"Yeah, I guess…" I play with his hair and wait for him to fall asleep. He relaxes further and smiles at me before drifting off.

I can't really blame him for being scared. Feelings of hunger and fatigue would be pretty frightening the first time through. I wouldn't be surprised if he thinks he's falling apart. I adjust his limp body so he's resting on my stomach and make myself more comfortable, but I can't go back to sleep. Not when he needs me this much.

Eventually I too fall asleep. Waking up sporadically throughout the night, I have discovered that Edward mumbles in his sleep. Although, I have yet to decipher entire statements, I do catch a few words or phrases from time to time. Mostly he talks about Bella, but once I swear he called me cute.

The sky gets lighter and I'm already running on empty. I think about getting up to get some caffeine and sugar in me, but remember Edwards's iron grip on my arm.

His body is much warmer than I remember it. He kept me sufficiently warm all night, which even my quilt can't do.

It's a dreary Saturday and the rain pitters against my window. My chest tightens when I think about how I'm going to explain Edward to my mother. 'Hey mom, this is Edward. He's going to be bunking in my room for a while, I hope you don't mind.'