After our discussion on, I headed back to the flat. There was a good chance that Alice would have gone back to the boutique, unable to resist the new clothing that was arriving. Clothing was her calling, and nobody go in the way of that. Besides, Edward probably might have gone with her to check out the sights, or venture off to NYU. I wouldn't see any reason why he would stay here since he knew nothing of the place. Surely, he had all of his stuff in the spare bedroom and was probably bored out of his mind. If he did, I would have to flat all to myself. Leaving me time to continue writing on a novel that I have been working on.

The thought excited me as I walked through the front door. The lights were turned off; predictably no sign of Alice. It was cold; the back windows were open, letting a gust of wind howl through the flat. Over the wind, I could hear notes of a piano.

I guess she left in a hurry, since a musical piece was playing up stairs that she forgot to turn off. I put down my bag and took off my coat. I walked upstairs, into Alice's room to turn of whatever CD she was playing. As I peered around the door, her stereo was off. Therefore, that means the only place that the music could be playing was my room. That puzzled me. Why would Alice be playing music in my room? Sure, I have a good sound system but surely, she would not want to be stuck in my room. Unless she was thinking of redecorating. I shuddered at the thought.

I walked slowly to my room, breathing in evenly; hoping she hasn't done too much damage yet.

My hand on the doorknob, I open my door into my room. My window was open, the cloudy sky left my room shady and cool. I saw my laptop, eyeing it to see if it was on, but sadly, it was turned off, and closed shut. The possibilities of where the music could be coming from were inadequate, leaving my piano the only source, and no one was allowed to touch my piano.

I open my door further and the most repulsive view. Edward was playing my beautiful piano, which was never touch by anyone else but me.

My veins throbbed in indignation. First, he thinks I am an idiot, and dislikes me then has the nerve to come into my room and play my piano, on his own personal invitation.

"What are you doing in my room?" I gritted loud enough to overthrow the piano. Edward jumped at the sound of my voice. His hands were still on the keys. He stared at me puzzled.

"Get out of my room!" I said annoyed.

Edwards's hands were in fists, but got up from the bench. His eyes were calm as he approached me. I crossed my arms and stepped aside so he could exit my room. He raised his eyes and looked at me.

"I didn't realize that this was someone's room. It doesn't look to be one. I thought to piano was open for the public." He said, probably faking the sincere voice.

I didn't responded, just waited there so he could leave. He pursed his lips, looking down at his feet.

"Where did you get the piano? It plays beautifully. I have one at home but nowhere near as nice as yours."

"Thank you for your flattery, but seriously, if you know what is best for you, I would go." I urged as calmly as I could. He left without saying a word.

I let out a heavy sigh, and walk over towards my laptop. Just seeing him there, on my piano is just, agitating. No one has touched my piano, even Alice. She knew how I felt. It was my going away present from my father. It was guilt present since he was never there for my life. He and my mom split two years after I was born. He spends his time in Florida with his new rich wife. She is…nice I guess you can say. She does not look like a mother but she tries with me.

No matter how much my father screwed up in the past, I still love him for the piano. It reminds me of so much of him. Strong, sleek, and comforting.

I stop myself before I could even think of it more and feel even lonelier. I grabbed my laptop, and got comfortable on the futon. I pounded away on my laptop, writing what ever came through my mind.

The sun was almost gone behind the tall buildings when I stop. I had about eight pages. It was late; the flat was quiet, and peaceful; just like I like it. I saved my document and set my laptop to the side. My stomach growl. I laugh and got up and went down stairs towards the kitchen.

My rage went through my system and was out the window by now. When I saw Edward eating in the kitchen all alone I felt regret. No matter how stupid a jerky man is, he should always be forgiven is what my mother always used to say. I always told myself this when I start feeling sorry for someone, but then Alice would say that I could hold a grudge. Either way she is right.

I walked right past him and went to the fridge to get a soda. I opened it and leaned back against the counter. Edward was looking down at his food engrossed in what he was eating, pasta.

It felt awkward for me. I could feel the grudging hatred from him. You could cut it with a knife. It was very childish, but I guess that is how people are.

"So, is that good?" I asked as casually as I could to stop all of the awkwardness. Edward looked up from his plate, and stare at me through his narrow eyes.

"Fine," He grumbled. He was still eyeing.

I looked down painfully. My only choice was to be the better person in this household as of right now.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. That piano means a lot to me. Alice doesn't even touch it." I admitted. I was still looking at my feet.

I hear his fork clatter onto the plate. "Well I am sorry that I didn't know all of the rules since this is my first day here."

I looked up from the floor. Edward was smirking, which by the way was kind of cute. I rolled my eyes. Edward was nowhere near cute.

"Oh by the way, Alice doesn't want blood on the carpet. She told me to tell you that." Edward sneer while picking up his dishes and putting them in the sink. Then leaving me appalled in the kitchen with a half-drunk soda in my hand that is about to be all over the floor.

There is going to be blood on the carpet no matter what.