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Song for this chapter: Everything By Michael Bublé

BPOV-

I woke to the sound of rain hitting glass...the window. I groaned aloud. Typical Forks...Typical rain. I yawned and suddenly it all came back to me. Forks, Glass...Edward. I was in Edwards apartment, In Edwards bed.

I had yet to open my eyes but I could feel something underneath me and it certainly didn't feel like a mattress.

I carefully opened one eye as I remembered that we had left the curtains open last night and Edward had a glass wall in his room, if there was even the smallest bit of sunlight it would be shining in fully and I didn't want to blind myself.

Upon opening one eye I realized that it was dark and cloudy outside, of course the pitter patter of the rain should have told me that. I opened both eyes and came face to face with the clock on the nightstand beside Edwards bed it read 8:27 am.

Holy crap! That's the latest I had slept in for as long as I can remember. My nightmares never allowed me to sleep long 7:00 am was the latest if I was lucky. I couldn't believe I'd slept the entire night, nightmare free.

I looked down to see what I was lying on top of and just as I suspected it was Edward...Edwards chest to be specific. He lay on his back and I was partially to his left... mostly on top of him. His left arm was wrapped around my waist and his right arm was resting at his side.

My breasts and my head lay resting on his chest and our feet were tangled together.

Pure heaven. I wanted to stay there like that forever, with my nose buried into his t-shirt inhaling his scent, but of course my body had other plans.

My bladder felt like it was going to burst any second, had I been standing I would have been doing the pee pee dance at this point...you know the one where you hold your crotch and jump in the same spot.

We've all done it at some point in our lives.

I groaned...

First with trying to hold it in because it would be oh so un sexy to pee myself in Edwards bed...Can you imagine trying to explain that.

and second because that I was going to have to move from this perfect spot and I really didn't want to.

My bladder gave another ache telling me to Get the fuck up! God damn Bladder!

I slowly reached my left hand out and carefully retracted Edwards arm from my waist. I gently placed it down on the bed and sighed in relief when he didn't wake.

Next step...freeing my legs. This was going to be more difficult, I could hardly tell who's leg was belonged to who, Thank god Edwards legs were so hairy other wise I would have been fucked to distinguish between them.

His right leg was thrown on top of my left. I carefully slid mine out without much trouble. I looked down to see that my right leg was trapped under his left, it was numb so I knew as soon as I freed it I was going to have a major case of pins and needles.

I tried to smoothly slide my leg free, but of course with it being numb and me being so clumsy my toes got caught of his ankle. He groaned and rolled over...away from me. I froze for a second until his small snores started back up, he was so cute.

His little bum (Firm...perky...bum) was up in the air slightly as he lay on his stomach and it took all of my self control not to pinch it or slap it...I really wanted to but I was a complete lady and silently moved from the bed.

As I stood from the bed I raised my hands up in the air yelling a silent Freedom! in my head before I took my first step...of course I forgot about my numb leg and fell straight down with a heavy thump on the floor.

Then the pins and needle started and I had to bite my fist to stop from yelling out a seriously loud FUCK!

I stayed quiet listening to see if I had woke Edward, his soft snores continued so I knew it was safe to move. I stood up and limped my way to the bathroom cursing my dead leg along the way.

I sighed in relief when I finally exited the bathroom, both bladder and leg happy at last.

I slowly climbed back into bed and snuggle up to Edward. Even in sleep he must have sensed me there as he turned over and threw his arm over me again. I sighed in contentment.

Heaven.

I just sat and stared at him for a while, I'm sure I looked crazy but I couldn't have cared less. I just lay down with my head propped up by my elbow.

At 9:07 am Edwards snores stopped and one of his eyes popped open. He looked up at me as I smiled down at him from where I was.

"Hi" He said groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His voice was gruff from sleep. God he was the cutest thing ever. And he was all mine!

"Hi" I mumbled.

"How are you feeling, are your cuts sore?" He asked.

"They feel fine, honestly I forgot all about them." I said looking down at the bandages on my hands. They truly didn't hurt anymore.

"That's good, How long have you been up?" He yawned.

"A while" Was my reply.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

"I'm not staring...I'm gazing." I smiled goofily.

"It's creepy" He croaked.

"It's romantic."

He snorted.

"You are such a goofball." He teased.

"What, I am not, Is that even a real word?" I mocked offence.

"You are so, and of course it's real I'm an English teacher...Look it up in a dictionary and right there under goofball it says Bella Swan." He laughed.

I sat up in the bed and grabbed one of my pillows before smacking him over the head with it.

He sat up quickly, eyes wide, mouth hanging open looking shocked that I'd actually done that to him. So I whacked him over the head again for good measure. That quickly rid him of his shock.

"Oh, that's it you are in so much trouble Swan." He warned picking up his pillow, he followed through by hitting me in the shoulder, next thing I knew we were in a full on pillow war.

Eventually I gave in admitting that he was the king of pillow wars and that he was of course a genius so the word goofball must be real. Of course I admitted those things under duress, against my own free will.

After that we just lay in bed together relaxing, we talked about nothing for a while, just random things at Ten o' Clock we decided to get up and get something to eat.

I insisted on making breakfast because not only did I really love cooking, I wanted to cook in Edwards kitchen because that thing was awesome it had everything a person could think of in there and I couldn't wait to dig in.

After finally giving in and agreeing to let me make breakfast Edward decided to have a quick shower while I worked. I stood in the kitchen in my t-shirt and boy shorts tying to decide what to make. He had the ingredients for pancakes, I figured pancakes were good. Everyone likes pancakes right?

I noticed an Ipod dock on the counter and Edward's Ipod sat in it. I figured a little music while I worked would be good and I knew Edward wouldn't mind, so I switched it on and clicked on a random play list.

Van Morrison's Brown eyed Girl came on as I got to work on mixing the batter. When the pancakes were finished I placed the in the oven to keep them warm for a few minutes as cut up a few strawberries.

The song Everything By Michael Bublé came on and I couldn't stop myself from swinging my hips a little. By the time the chorus came along I had put the knife down and I was bobbing away to the music.

And in this crazy life

And through these crazy times

Its you, Its you

You make me sing

You're every line

You're every word

You're everything

I was jumping up and down and then I started twirling in the same spot my hair flying out widely around me, I nearly had a heart attack when I heard someone join in singing along.

I spun around and Edward was walking towards me singing along to the lyrics. I stood still, mesmerized by his voice. Of course he could sing...is there anything he can't do?

He was fully dressed in jeans and a grey t-shirt, but his feet were bare and his hair was still wet from his shower. What was it about jeans and barefeet on men that is so God damn sexy?

He came right up to me and took my hands in his and forced me to twirl, I couldn't contain my laugh.

He pulled me back in towards him when Michael Bublé sang And I can't believe that I'm your man.

He leaned in and kissed me as he sang the next line And I get to kiss you baby just because I can. I laughed aloud. He smiled at me as he grabbed one of my hands and placed one of his on my waist.

We danced around the kitchen for the remainder of the song and I've never felt so great in my entire life, I've never felt so loved. I couldn't stop smiling.

I don't usually dance except the odd time when I'm alone. Usually I just feel to awkward, it's like I've got two left feet and while dancing I look like what I imagine a chicken having a seizure looks like...not a pretty site.

But with Edward I didn't feel like that, I didn't feel self conscious. I felt free...Happy.

Eventually the song came to a close and the next song started, we were about to continue dancing until we both realized what the song was: Murder City by Green Day.

We both froze and looked at each other before we burst out laughing. Consider the romantic moment over.

I took a step back from him and played a little air guitar and threw in a few head bangs for good measure, he was in hysterics laughing at me. I walked over to the Ipod and turned the volume down low. I turned to see Edward standing at the press grabbing plates.

"This is finished." I said nodding towards the oven.

"I hope you like pancakes?" I asked nervously. His jaw dropped open.

"You made me pancakes?" I nodded in reply.

"Plain pancakes?" Again I nodded. He groaned.

"Oh god, marry me right now, and vow to make me pancakes for the rest of my life...I knew there was a reason I loved you." He said trying to sound completely serious.

I blushed...Clearly Edward love pancakes...Duly noted.

I picked up the cloth from the counter and smacked him with it before calling him a "Goofball"

We sat down to pancakes, fruit and a nice glass of orange juice. We ate in comfortable silence until I decided to break it with something that I had been going over in my head.

"So...I was thinking maybe I should tell Charlie." I mumbled.

"About what?" He asked around a mouthful of pancakes.

"About us." I said. Edward started choking on the bit of pancake he was swallowing. I jumped up and smacked him on the back. He held his hand out signaling that he was okay.

"Oh god Edward are you alright, I'm so sorry.." I rushed.

" I'm fine." He croaked with tears in his eyes.

I Jumped up and quickly got him a glass of water rushing back to hand it to him. He took a big gulp before coughing.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked feeling guilty. Way to guy Bella, kill the guy why don't you!

"I'm fine, I promise, just went down the wrong tube is all...So yeah what were you saying, Charlie...Yeah do you think that's a good idea?" He asked nervously.

"Well, I don't really like lying to him and Alice knows, your going to have to tell your family soon, and sooner or later Charlie is going to find out, I figure it's best we tell him before anyone else does and we tell him soon, so he can't be too angry that we kept it a secret for too long." I said anxiously.

"No, I agree with everything you are saying it's just that well I'm a little bit older than you, I used to be your teacher and well...um...Your Dad has a gun." He muttered the last part quietly as if someone might here him.

"He isn't going to be happy about it, but he won't shoot you Edward." I laughed rolling my eyes.

"No, Of course you're right, of course, but he can get me fired, or God forbid stop you from seeing me." He added, reaching across the table to hold my hand.

"He wouldn't get you fired, I'd never allow it, he knows that would upset me and he won't want to hurt me. As for forbidding me to see you, I'm 18 years old he cannot dictate who I see, maybe who I bring into his house yes, but he cannot stop me from going out to you." I assured him.

Edward looked skeptical.

I sighed.

"I think telling him now is our best option, he will respect us more for coming clean and will be less likely to freak out if he hears it from me rather than someone else, trust me."

He nodded at me.

"Of course you're right, I do trust you and you know your father better than anyone, if you think it's best to tell him now we'll tell him now. When exactly are you going to tell him?" He asked.

"Tonight, I suppose is as good as any, He's going to be feeling bad for leaving me all weekend so that might help us a little bit." I hated manipulating my dad that way but you got to do what you got to do.

"Do you want me to be there with you?" He asked squeezing my hand.

"God no!" I nearly shouted. He jumped back.

"It's just that you being there will only make him angrier, he's going to be angry and I don't want to give him an excuse to take it out on you." I said in a much softer tone.

"Are you sure you don't want me there, cause if you do, I'll take the brunt of his anger if that means making you feel better." He said seriously. God I thought I couldn't possibly love him any more than I already did and he just proved me wrong.

"I love you and I love that you are willing to do that but I promise it's better that I'm alone, he wont do anything that would hurt me." I added.

"I know that Bella, I love you too." He said leaning forward and giving me a kiss.

Hmmm he tasted like strawberry and pancakes...so good. When we pulled apart I smiled at him.

"Would it be okay if I called you afterwards?" I asked.

"It may be quite late." I added.

"Of course baby, you can call me at anytime it doesn't matter if it's three in the morning Okay." He nodded.

"Okay."

When we finished breakfast Edward insisted on doing the dishes, claiming it was only fair that he wash because I cooked. I made my way to Edward's bathroom to take a shower.

On my way through the living room I notice a beautiful black grand piano at the opposite wall to the television, I hadn't noticed that last night. I wondered if Edward played or if Edward was any good.

The bathroom was the only room I hadn't saw last night as we had gotten distracted from finishing the tour, Of course I'd seen it this morning but I was in such a rush to get back to Edward that I hardly took notice.

Well I was looking now, it was huge. It had a massive black marbel counter with a built in white sink and presses, above the marble counter a large mirror hung on the wall.

The floor tiles were black and white marble and looked extremely expensive, they were also heated. Opposite the counter and sink sat the largest walk in shower I'd ever seen.

It looked like you could fit at least five people in there without them having to touch each other.

I started to imagine what it would be like to shower with Edward in there...We would definitely be touching let me tell you that. I sighed...one day.

I stripped down and looked down at myself remembering my bandages I carefully removed them from my hands and knees, they weren't too bad, my feet were a little bit worse. On my instep I had a large cut that was slightly red around it and sore to touch, it was healing.

Most of the other smaller cuts were already starting to form scabs, they would be gone in a few days.

I walked into the shower turning the knobs to switch it on to the right temperature. It stung a little at first but after a few minutes I was fine. I didn't bring any shampoo or anything with me so I used Edward's. It smelt like him, all manly. He didn't have conditioner of course...typical man.

I knew my hair would be in knots when I got out, but after I got another whiff of his shampoo, I couldn't find it in myself to really care. His body wash smelt like aftershave and although on Edward it was great, it was just way too manly for me so, I used the shampoo, hoping it didn't give me a rash and resigning myself to the fact that I was going to have to take another shower tonight.

I couldn't really go around smelling like a man...even if I loved the smell.

After I finished I wrapped myself in a towel and searched through Edwards cabinets hoping he wouldn't mind, thankfully I found a first aid box, there was a scissors in it so I cut some bandage off and wrapped my cuts up.

When I was done I put the first aid box back where I found it before walking out into Edwards bedroom to get my things out of my duffle bag, all that was in it was jeans, a t-shirt and my chucks. crap!

I remember now ,Edward packing my bag and asking if there was anything else I needed, I told him no...I clearly wasn't thinking straight, I had no underwear, no socks and definitely no toothbrush.

Shit what was I going to do I could wear my t-shirt without a bra but there was no way I could wear my jeans without any underwear, I knew that they would chafe. God this was so embarrassing.

I pulled the towel tighter around myself and headed towards the kitchen to find Edward. I found him sitting on the couch watching television. I walked up to him and cleared my throat blushing as red as the strawberries we had for breakfast this morning.

His eyes practically bugged out of his head as they looked me up and down paying particular attention to my legs and breasts, even though those babies were covered.

I cleared my throat again and his eyes shot up to look into my eyes, I'm almost sure he let out a little whimper.

"Eh...It appears that we forgot to pack few things last night...I erm...don't have any underwear." I blushed.

"Oh." He frowned.

"Well We could put your stuff from last night in the wash and dryer but it would be some time before the would be dry again." He looked flushed.

"Well, I was thinking...that maybe I could, you know borrow a pair of your boxers?" I said it like a question.

"Oh." He sat staring at me for a few seconds before snapping out of it.

"Yeah.." He almost squeaked before clearing his throat and trying again.

"Yeah, you can borrow a pair...come with me and I'll eh grab you some." He stood up and lead the way back to the bedroom.

He walked over to the chest of drawers and pulled open the first drawer and picking up a pair of grey boxer briefs, similar to the ones he wore last night. He handed them over to me.

"They should fit." He said with a smirk. I flushed.

"Thank you." I mumbled.

He stared at me for a few seconds.

"I eh don't have any bras...sorry about that but I do have socks if you need a pair." I laughed at him.

"Yeah socks would be great." I mumbled.

He pulled open the second drawer and dug around for a second before handing me a pair of plain black cotton socks.

"They are the smallest ones I have, They'll probably be too big."

We both looked at my feet then at his and laughed

"Yeah they'll be too big," He smiled. I stared down at Edwards feet hmm so from what I saw last night it's true what they say, big feet means big...you know what.

"Thanks these are great I'm sure they will be fine." I added.

"Well my toothbrush is in the bathroom, if you want to use it, okay?" He said.

"I used your fist aid kit, I hope that's okay?" I asked holding up my bandaged hand.

"Yeah, that's fine." He frowned.

"I wish you had of called me...I would of done it for you." He added.

"I was fine but I'll make sure to call you next time." I smiled, he smiled as well. We stood in silence staring at each other for a few seconds.

" I'm just going to..." I said pointing towards the bathroom. I turned and headed for the bathroom carrying everything I would need with me.

Once inside I shut the door and dropped everything on the floor before heading to the sink and brushing my teeth with Edwards tooth brush.

We kiss all the time, touch tongues and swap spit but this some how seemed more intimate, I have no idea how, but I couldn't stop smiling as I brushed my teeth.

After that was done I threw on my t-shirt...it was weird to go bra less during the day. Next I pulled on Edwards boxers and surprisingly enough they fit...well apart from the bulge at the front that was for his...thingy. God I couldn't even think it to myself...penis, there that wasn't so hard.

Edwards penis goes there and then I was blushing as soon as I realized what I had thought, and the thought that his...penis had probably been in these exact boxers made me blush harder.

God I was such a virgin.

I picked his socks up and pulled them on, they nearly came up to my knees. I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

I pulled my jeans on and then my converse and I was ready to go, I found a hairbrush on his counter and I thanked god that Edward had hair that was crazy enough that it apparently needed to be brushed other wise I would have had the absolute worst bad hair day in existence.

It took me a good five minutes to brush out all the knots. I put it back on the counter before heading to the bedroom.

Edward sat on the bed.

"All set?" He asked, I nodded.

"Does everything fit?"

I blushed thinking of the boxers.

"The socks are a little big." I said not mentioning the boxers at all. I pulled up the leg of my trousers to show him the socks.

"They are now knee high socks." He laughed at me.

"Come on lets go." He said hopping up from the bed. I threw my used things into the duffle bag before zipping it up and throwing it over my shoulder. Edward grabbed the strap and slung it over his own shoulder.

"I'll carry it for you." He smiled.

"Thank you." He took my hand as we walked towards his front door. I took everything in as we went, trying to burn everything about the apartment to memory, I must admit that I was rather sad to leave.

"You'll be back again." Edward said tugging on my hand to get my attention, he always knew what I was thinking and exactly what I needed to hear. I smiled, yes I would be back again.

"I know." I nodded with a smile.

He shut the door behind us and locked it with his key before leading me to the elevator. This time he didn't need to use his key he simply pressed G.

The two people behind the desk at reception were different than the ones last night. We didn't stop and talk to them but the two men nodded their heads and gave Edward a greeting.

"Sir."

"Mr. Cullen."

It was too bad, I kind of wanted to see Jane now that I was fully dressed and walking maybe stick my tongue out at her and yell Ha bitch, Yeah he's all mine!...Maybe next time.

It was nearly 2:00 pm by the time we reached Charlie's house, we headed straight upstairs because we had a lot of work to do. We started by picking up the bits and pieces lying scattered on the floor.

Of course the first thing Edward picks up just happens to be one of my drawings, I had obviously thrown my sketchpad and a few pages had come loose.

I had tons of drawings of Edward in there.

I jumped up and rushed towards him.

"No don't look at that." I shouted but I was already too late. He was staring intently at the page in his hand.

He turned it around to show me, it was a pencil drawing of him sitting behind his desk at school, bent over correcting an essay.

I blushed at being discovered and ducked my head out of embarrassment.

"You drew this?" He asked shocked.

"Yeah." I mumbled shrugging, trying to act as if it was no big deal that he just saw one of my drawings...it was a big deal, only three other people had ever saw them: Renee, Charlie and Daniel.

"Wow." He blew out a breath.

And I looked up at him, away from my shoes.

"I mean I knew that you would be good, but Bella this is...amazing, you are so talented, I've never seen anything like it." I blushed at his compliment.

"Thank you." I mumbled shyly, I truly meant it, I can't express how much it meant to me that he liked my drawings.

"Can I see the rest of them?" He asked nodding towards the others scattered on the floor.

I shrugged.

"Yeah sure...But after we are done cleaning if you don't mind, I want to make sure we get finished. Is that okay?" I asked nervously.

"Yes." He nodded. He started picking up the other drawings, he didn't look at them he simply put then in a pile on my bed, following my wishes to wait till later. I loved him more than ever.

Two and a half hours later my room looked cleaner than it ever had before. As it turns out I hadn't done as much damage as originally thought. The only things that were broken were my lamp and the picture frame, everything else just managed to get scattered.

My box of charcoal was also in bits, but I expected that, it's so breakable, it usually happens when I draw, so of course actually throwing a box of it at the wall was bound to do some damage, I'd buy a new box when I had the money.

We put all of the broken pieces into the trash and put everything else into it's rightful place. Once we vacuumed we were all done. I let myself fall back onto the bed beside Edward with a groan, I was so tired after that.

Seriously what is it about cleaning that just sucks the energy right out of you?

"Tired?" Edward asked grinning down at me. I nodded as I pulled myself up to sit beside him, leaning back against the head board.

"Thank You for helping me tidy up, I'm sure this isn't exactly what you had in mind when you asked me to go out with you the other day." He laughed at me.

"I didn't mind helping, and when I asked you out, that was only so I could spend time with you, I don't care what we do as long as its together." He was too sweet.

I leaned over and kissed him deeply, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, enjoying his flavor. I pulled back.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He mumbled before leaning in for another kiss. We made out for about twenty minutes before Edwards stomach growled. I laughed pulling back.

"I'm sorry, I've neglected you, making you work hard all day and then not feeding you, I'm a terrible girlfriend."

Edward fake pouted, agreeing with me. I leaned in and kissed him to show him just how sorry I was.

"Pizza?" I asked. He nodded.

"What do you want on it?" We both looked at each other before yelling out Pepperoni and laughing.

We just talked until the pizza came, Edward paid for it claiming that he asked me out so it was only fair. I just let him away with it, I'd pay next time.

Edward laughed as I picked my pepperoni off and I explained that I loved pepperoni pizza, without the pepperoni. He claimed that then it was just a cheese pizza but that's not true because I don't like cheese pizza but I like pepperoni pizza with the pepperoni picked off.

He called me weird and I didn't disagree, it was a little bit weird. That got us talking about who was the weirdest because although Edward had the fact that his pinky finger of his left hand curves to the right while all his other figures are perfectly straight, my love of none pepperoni, pepperoni pizza and my slight phobia of milk won out.

The milk phobia tipped the scale in my favor.

Edward thought I was lying but I wasn't, I was seriously freaked out by milk, the thought of a milk moustache made me shiver and even watching someone drink milk turned my stomach. So after I was declared the weirdest of the weirdo's we headed back upstairs so Edward could see the rest of my art.

I handed him my entire sketchbook, that was filled with drawings, as well as a folder of paintings.

He sat quietly looking through them, occasionally he would ask me questions like Who or what was it? When did I draw it? How long did it take? Along those lines.

"There are a good few of me." He said. He didn't seemed to be freaked out by it thankfully.

"Yeah, a lot of them I did when we first met, before we started dating. Does that bother you?" I asked nervously. He shook his head no.

"Why did you draw me though, when you could draw anything, anyone?" He asked. I played with my fingers nervously.

Well, you have great bone structure, a very defined and male jaw line, not all of your features are in proportion to one another.." He cut me off before I could finish.

"Are you saying, my nose is too big for my face?" He asked laughing at me.

I slapped him with my hand.

"No you jerk, let me finish, What I'm trying to say is your extremely handsome. You have an interesting face...I mean that in a good way. Basically you are every artists wet dream." I smiled.

"You think I'm handsome?" He teased.

"Of course that would be all that you'd hear." I laughed.

"I drew you because I was attracted to you, I thought you very handsome and you inspired me. I was having a bit of a dry spell, an artists block if you will, and When I first saw you, you inspired me to drawn." I was blushing.

"Thank you." He said. The look on his face was priceless, as if I had just given him a huge gift. I just nodded.

"And I think your face is interesting too." He joked. I snorted. Only Edward would be willing to kill the mood with his "goofball" humor.

"I love your art. You're really good, you could win competitions or like, do it for a living." He said more seriously. I sighed.

"I would love to be an artist for a living but it's too unreliable, even If I was good enough that doesn't mean, I'll sell anything." I answered truthfully.

"Is that why you do all of this, to make money?" He asked pointing at the drawing on his lap.

"Of course not, I do it because I love it, because it's a part of me, but I need to make money Edward, to pay bills and buy food." He nodded at me in understanding.

"Maybe some day you can do both" He added.

"I hope so." I smiled.

"Besides even If I don't do it as a career choice, I'll keep doing it as a hobby, I don't ever plan to stop." I added.

"Could you do one of us?" Edward asked.

"What?"

"A painting or a drawing, would you be able to do one of us together?" He asked hopefully. I hated doing self portraits but I couldn't tell him no.

"I suppose so yes, it would be better if I had a photograph to do it from, I can do you from memory, but I'd have to use a mirror for myself and I'm afraid my eyes often deceive me when I do that." I smiled at him.

He nodded excitedly.

"Okay, give me your phone." I took my phone from my pocket and handed it to him.

He went into the camera and held it up ready to take a photo.

"Are you seriously doing that right now." I asked, He nodded.

"Yes, you look beautiful, I love you." He said looking down at me. I looked up into his eyes and lost myself in them, I barely heard the sound of the phone taking the photo.

"There all done." He said smiling at the photo, sounding satisfied with himself. I took the phone and looked at the photo, I had to admit it was beautiful. We were looking into each others eyes and our features were gentle, relaxed and full of love for one another.

"I'll start on it right away." I smiled.

We talked for a while, kissed for a while, Edward corrected some essays for his class for about an hour and a half and then we did some more kissing at a quarter past seven Edward decided that it was time for him to leave, on the off chance that Charlie arrived home early, he thought it better safe than sorry.

So at quarter past seven we waked down to the front door hand in hand.

At the door we said our goodbyes.

"I don't want you to leave." I mumbled.

"And I don't want to leave but I have to, we'll see each other in school tomorrow I'm sure and your going to call me tonight as soon as you finish talking to Charlie." He whispered, stroking my cheek.

"I know, I'll just miss you, that's all."

"I'll miss you too Bella."

"I had fun this weekend, thank you for everything that you've done, it means a lot." I smiled.

"I had fun too, and it was my pleasure." He leaned in and kissed me before pulling back.

"I'll talk to you later?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later, I love you." I mumbled.

"I love you too." He said leaning in for one last kiss. Twenty minutes later we were still kissing.

"I really...Kiss...Should...Kiss...go now...Kiss." He mumbled between kisses.

He gave me one last kiss before pulling back.

"Okay I really am going now because if I kiss you again, I'll never leave." He smiled as he hugged me.

"Goodnight Bella."

"Goodnight Edward." I muttered as he turned and walked towards his car.

At 7:40 pm Edward left.

I pretty much panicked and paced until 8:56 pm when I heard the door open and Charlie call my name.

It was time to come clean and tell Charlie everything. Who knows what way he was going to react.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

A/N: Does that count as a cliffie?...*Runs and hides just in case*

On to the important stuff...Goofball is actually a real word. According to the dictionary it has two meanings

1. A foolish,silly, incompetent or stupid person.

2. (Medicine / Pharmacology) a barbiturate sleeping pill.

As for the love of non-pepperoni pepperoni pizza, the curved pinky fingers and the milk phobia *Shivers* They all belong to me...I know what your thinking Your seriously agraid of milk. My family and friends call it a phobia...I refer to it as an intense dislike of all thinks milk related...except cheese...I love cheese for some odd reason. P.S I also have one toe on each foot that curves also...I think that's weird

So clearly I am the biggest weirdo...or have you got something that makes you weirder...let me know!

xxxAoife