"Edward?" I said, trying to wake him up without alerting the intruder.

Edward just rolled over and groaned. By this time, my mystery intruder was in my room. I thought about screaming, but then I recognized the intruder and couldn't bring myself to scream. I settled for glaring.

"Hello," he said, smiling at me – a sarcastic expression. I couldn't return the favor. I was too busy debating whether or not to walk over and hit him in the face. I growled. "I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by."

"You invite yourself into my house in the middle of the night, when I'm here on my birthday with my boyfriend, having the time of my life. You think I'm just going to say 'That's fine person who I completely hate, go ahead and climb in my window'? Well, there's one thing you should remember, Joe[I I will never like you. [/I No, not even as a friend." I hissed at him angrily. "Edward now would be a good time to wake up," I muttered under my breath, turning to my sleeping boyfriend.

Joe Jonas was standing in my room. He cringed at my words. "I'm sorry. Do you think you could at least try?" he asked me carefully, keeping his voice quiet.

"With what?!" I snapped. "With letting you be my friend?! Why would I do that? You think you can kiss me and then show up in my room at..." I looked at my watch. "Two-thirty in the morning?!" I was working myself up now, and I couldn't help it. "You don't deserve my friendship. You're not good enough for that," I said, finishing up. This time, it was my turn to cringe at my hard words.

"Um... yeah. I'm, well, uh...," he said unintelligibly. "Listen, really the only reason I came was to tell you 'Happy Birthday.' I thought I would just try to talk to you," he said, turning around, trying to make me feel guilty. I knew he was. Well, it wasn't going to work. Nope, not at all. Okay, maybe just a little. But only because curiosity got in the way.

"How did you know it was my birthday?" I asked, not bothering to hide how curious I really was.

"Well, I didn't," he confessed. "You just said something about it being your birthday. I really just wanted to apologize."

He sat down on the window seat as he spoke. I simply folded down onto the carpeted floor.

"Continue," I said quaintly.

"Well, I thought...well, from my room, I can sometimes hear you – not that I'm always listening for you or anything because that would be a little creepy. It's just that sometimes I hear you listening to music and I can hear you yelling at your sister to turn the music down – our music down. And when you put the books up on this little shelf," he paused to put his hand on the small shelf that would be above my feet when I was reading a book. I normally put my books on the shelf when I went to get food or go to the bathroom. "And I can see the titles of the books. 'Twilight'? 'New Moon'? 'Eclipse'? Perhaps what books you read are indicative," said Joe, laughing quietly and throwing a glancing over at Edward on the couch. "Well, I was just thinking. We have quite a bit in common and I just want to be friends."

"You kissed me because you wanted to be friends?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"Well, I didn't know you had a boyfriend," he said, blushing in the low light and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Oops."

"Yeah. Oops. But...I know that you listen to the Beatles and I wanted to ask you with one particular song that might make you change your mind...changing the lyrics a tad."

"Why should I let you?"

"C'mon, please? What do you have to lose?"

"Fine," I said, getting up to toss him the system remote.

He pushed a few buttons, obviously knowing how to work the system.

"What album is it?" he asked, thinking of album orders in his head.

"Um... 'The Beatles One' I think."

He smiled. "That's the same one I have," he said, pushing a few final buttons.

A song that I knew very well began playing through the speakers quietly. I had to fight with myself to not sing along with the lyrics.

Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.

We can work it out.
We can work it out.

Think of what you're saying,
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright,
Think of what I'm saying,

We can work it out and get it straight, or say good-night.
We can work it out. We can work it out.

Life is very short, and there's no time,
For fussing and fighting, my friend,
I have always though that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong,
While you see your way,
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.

Life is very short, and there's no time,
For fussing and fighting, my friend,
I have always thought that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong,
While you see it your way,
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out. We can work it out.

He turned it off before it could switch to the next song. "Of course, the love part at the top should be changed because...well, because of the obvious," he paused and gestured to Edward.

"Then I have a song to play for you. My answer's gonna be in it...if you can find it...or pick out the right answer," I said, grinning wryly and taking the remote from him.

I pressed the buttons that would take it to another of my favorite songs.

You say yes (you say yes), I say no (I say no),
You say stop (you say stop), and I say go, go, go.
Oh no.

You say goodbye and I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't why you say goodbye when I say hello.

I say high (I say high), you say low (you say low).
You say why, and I say I don't know.
Oh no.

You say goodbye and I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello.

Why, why, why, why, why, why,
Do you say goodbye.
Oh no.

You say goodbye and I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello.

You say yes (you say yes), I say no (I say no).
I may say yes, but I may mean no, no, no.
You say stop and I say go, go, go.
I can stay till it's time to go.
Oh, oh no.

You say goodbye and I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello.
I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello.

Hela, heba, helloa.
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Hela, hebo, helloa.
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Hela, heba, helloa.
Oh, oh, oh, oh!

He thought about it for a while after the song ended before grinning like crazy. "So you're saying we can try to be friends?" he asked, still smiling.

"Something like that...now leave," I said, pointing to the still-open window.

He smiled and began backing out onto the tree outside the window. "See you tomorrow," he said with a smile and a wave as he closed the window.

I walked over to the window seat and watched him climb across the tree and into his open window, the one where I heard the music from earlier. When he got in his window, he smiled, seeing me still sitting there, and waved before moving out of sight. I walked back over to the couch and settled back into Edward's arms.

"Mmm. Welcome back," he mumbled. "What took you so long?" he asked, still mumbling.

"Um... it was nothing. Oh, and one more thing; I changed my mind. No hurting Joe Jonas tomorrow," I mumbled into his shoulder.

"Whatever you say," was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep again.

A/N: Wow! I knew you guys could do it. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet. I'm home sick, so I'm typing up new chapters. Right now, I'm typing 13.

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