"Wow. It's so pretty." I stare at our apartment complex in pure amazement. This place was like... A mini hotel! I just stared in awe at it for minutes. Our room was on the very top floor, so we would have an amazing veiw. How could we afford this?! Then I peek over at Edward. Oh, right, kind of rich... Sort of forgot... He's just so down to earth!

"You girls! You think everything is pretty!" Edward snorts as he opens his car door.

"Not true!" I open my car door as well and follow him around to the trunk of his car... Or limo, rather. "I don't think everything's pretty!"

"Like?" Edward pulls out a bag and then looks at me.

"I know your not pretty in the mornings! Bad breath and messy hair and drool stains on your pillows! And when your shirtless... Your like skin and bones!" I taunt him. I grab two big bags and stick my tounge out him.

Edward chuckles. "Ah, real mature, Bells. Your how old again?" I glare at him again and he carries on. "I swear, you are the most immature eighteen-year-old I've ever known!"

I fake gasp at him. "Nu-uh! What about Jessica Stanley?! She was far worse than me!"

"Uh, are you forgetting the fact that that was," He counts on his fingers. I roll my eyes. "TWELVE YEARS ago?! I'm positive she doesn't drink out of bendy straws and sleep with Teddy Bear's at night!" The last seven words struck me. I look down and push away the tears. "Bella, I-I'm sorry-"

"It's fine," I cut him off. "Let's just get this stuff in the house, alright?"

He nods at me and we start in.

-Later-

I head over to the U-Haul truck and was about to open the little latches when Edward came up to me. We really haven't talked much all day... "Hey Bells!" I blush a little at the name. I haven't been called Bells since... No. I would not think of her again today.

I turn to him, squinting a little as the now setting sun hits my eyes. My bangs get in my eyes, to, and I swat them away. "Yeah?"

He jogs over to me. "What would you say about putting Rose to work?"

"What do you me-"

He interupts me. "We take out all the small stuff and leave her all the big stuff. It'll be fun to see her lift a finger." He smiles at me.

"And you are her what, again?" I smile at him.

He rolls his eyes. "Just do it. You know you want to."

I bite my lip, then smile at him, and nod. "Lets do it."

He smiles at me again and then helps me get the hood-thing up. I climb on the ramp and start to wobble. Edward is right by me. I grab his strong, muscular, arm and save myself from falling.

"Chicken." He whispers to me.

"Jerk." I whisper back.

Our cheeks are touching and I think my left side of my body is attached around him. I loved the feeling. Oh, stop it, Bella! The man's getting married! You had your chance...

"I believe the saying is: Ladies first." He whispers to me. I snap back into reality, glare at him, and slowly let go of his arm.

I start to walk. I feel very proud of myself when I reach the end. Just as I think that, I fall and my butt lands on the cold ground of the moving truck. Edward erupts into a fit of laughter. I fume at him. "Whatever, Asshole, just help me up so we can get this done and over with."

He forces himself to contain his laugh fest. "Alright, alright." He helps me up and gestures to me to pick something up. I gesture back at him, insisting he pick something up first. He gestures back at me.

I sigh. "Both of us at the same time?" I suggest, ending our little game.

"Alright. One, Two, Three..." We both reach out for the same item. Our hands touch. I fight myself and tell myself not to intertwine our fingers. We both pull away and look down.

Awkward.

"Wh-Why don't you just go first?"

Edward clears his throat and nods once. "Right."

That's the last thing he says to me while we get all the small things out.