Short chapter I should really be working on an essay but I really don't want to do it. I'm really sorry if recent chapters haven't been so good, I feel like this story is slowly going down the drain.

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Chapter nine: Barely Even Friends

I go though the motions of getting ready for bed. Mike was only my second boyfriend, but I still loved him, probably a lot more than I should have.

I slam my door behind me and fall face first into my bed, feathers from my old down quilt fluttering around me. Tears begin spilling from my eyes, but I don't care about being strong anymore. If Edward knows what's best for him he'd stay as far away from me as he can for now, and that includes my mind. After a few hours I eventually stop crying and crawl under the blankets. I pull myself into a ball and rub my cold arms trying to get some heat back in my body. My mind is blank for the first time in a while and I feel myself drifting away. Then I twitch. One huge full-body spasm and I'm awake. I sit up and throw the blankets off of me, punch my pillow and scream as loud as I can. Then start to cry again. God, I'm hopeless.

My door opens slowly and Edward sticks his head in. I swallow the giant knot in my throat and glare at him. I hope he doesn't make me talk, because if he does I'll loose it.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

I continue to glare at him.

"It's past midnight. I think you should be getting to sleep" He sits on the side of the bed and holds out a large white mug with a big heart in the center. I glare at him harder.

"Its hot chocolate." He holds it closer to me and I take the mug from him, and hold it between my frozen hands. I think about yelling at him for being in my room, then stop. I can't yell at him. He made me hot coco with marshmallows.

My anger fades, and I place the mug on my night stand. I look up at Edwards's kind smiling face and my stomach falls through two floors to the sump pump in the basement. Water begins spilling from my eyes again and I throw myself into Edwards chest. He wraps his arms around and whispers softly in my ear. Once I finally calm down and Edwards's shirt is significantly wet I sit up, looking at my hands in my lap.

"I'm sorry" I hiccup

"For what?" he chuckles, "If you weren't hysteric right now, Id have to find both your and Bella's sanity."

I sniff and smile a bit, before falling back onto my bed and getting under the covers. Edward gets up, but I grab his hand.

"Stay with me." I plead.

He smiles and makes me release my death grip, closing my door and turning off the light. He lays down next to me and lightly brushes away my tears with his thumb. I sniff and look at him, puzzled. Is he trying to get some ass because I'm on the rebound or something? Isn't it a little too early to move in for the kill?

Edward just laughs quietly and flicks one last tear away whispering; "Get some sleep." He kisses my forehead and makes his way to my computer. My heart flutters madly in my chest and I try to suppress the urge to jump him.

"Now that's just mean." I mutter. Edward stares at me for a second, and then sits on the edge of the bed again.

"What?"

"Playing with me like that," I roll over and look at him. His green eyes full of concentration, trying to decipher the incoherent musings of my overtired brain, "Anyway, you kissed me, any kiss counts, you are now officially cheating on Bella."

"What? I'm not! I'm trying to make you feel better! Mike just broke up with you!" I guess I hit a sour spot whit him, because I don't think he'd have mentioned that otherwise. I screw up my face in a futile attempt to keep myself from crying. I'm sorry, I know I've been crying a lot, but come on, you would too.

"That's hitting below the belt." I sniff, wiping at a tear, "I suggest you sleep on the couch tonight and think about what you did."