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BPOV

Chapter 7

"Bella?" I heard Edwards voice coming from the kitchen as soon as I closed the front door. He must have been waiting.

I took off my shoes and jacket quickly and walked towards the kitchen where he was waiting with a water bottle in hand. "Hey, you wanna go to the movies today?"

I wanted to say yes, I really did, especially because I had already agreed to go somewhere with him but I knew that I couldn't. The next movie theatre was in Port Angeles and it would take us at least an hour to get there, so we wouldn't be back in Forks until nine. Charlie would be awake by then, there wouldn't be any supper waiting for him and most importantly: I wouldn't even be in the house. Which, obviously, was a no go. I didn't even want to imagine what he would do once I got back.

"I mean… we don't have to." He mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just thought-"

'I can't Edward. I really want to but my father won't allow it, I'm sorry. I have to be back at the house by six.' I wanted to say more because I realized that he thought I was rejecting him and only used Charlie as an excuse but I didn't .

"Oh um… alright. Maybe another day, then?" He asked, still insecure.

'Yes, we'll have to plan in advance.' Though I knew that this was probably never going to happen I didn't want to disappoint him. 'Maybe we can just watch a movie here?'

That seemed to lift his mood as he got up from his bar chair immediately and told me to follow him.

"Do you mind watching the movie in my room? Jasper and Emmett are in the game room so we can't watch there and Mom and Dad are in the living room." He said timidly as if he was afraid I would reject him yet again. I think even if I would have had a problem with that I wouldn't have denied him now.

'No, it's fine.' I agreed and he smiled and told me to go to his room while he got a few movies to choose from.

I had never been to Edwards room but I knew that it was on the third floor so I made my way up the stairs slowly only to be confronted with three doors. One must be their guestroom, I thought and decided to just give it a try. I chose the one closest to the stairs and found myself in a dark blue room which was bathing in light. The windows went from floor to ceiling and offered a grand view of the forest. It was quite fascinating and I found myself staring at the tranquil scene for a moment before I could tear my eyes from it. It wasn't Edwards room though. There was a grand piano right in front of the glass wall and the other walls were stacked with books. I looked at it in awe and, without thinking, moved forward.

I moved my fingers carefully over the spines of the books and read their titles. At first I thought I would find Carlisle's books, specialized literature about illnesses and surgeries and other medical stuff but instead I found classical literature, youth literature, all kinds of novels and a few history books. There were old editions of Jane Austen and Arthur Conan Doyle and even of Shakespeare.

"You like books?" I turned away from the bookshelves quickly, startled, and looked up to where Edward stood in the doorway. I nodded as my heart beat faster in my chest. What if he gets mad because I just went in here? I wasn't supposed to be here…

'I'm sorry. I just went in here without asking, I'm sorry.' He chuckled and came over to where I stood.

"Don't worry, it's no problem. I forgot that you didn't know where my room was anyway."

'Do you read a lot?' I asked timidly, wondering whose sanctuary this was.

"Uh… yeah. Almost the entire family reads though. Jasper's into history books, of course. Mom and Dad read the classics and I… well, I read almost everything. Rose and Alice are more into magazines and Emmett… well, he's Emmett. I guess you could say he's all for movies and videogames." He gave me a sly grin before continuing. "What do you read?"

'I prefer the classics.' I didn't care to mention that I only ever read the classics, except for a few other novels, which were required for classes, because they were the only books I owned.

"You're free to borrow some." He shrugged, motioning over to where the classics stood.

'Maybe I will.' I smiled back and we stood in silence for a while before I remembered the piano in my back. 'Who plays the piano?'

"Rose and I do."
'You play?' I asked and turned around to look at the grand instrument. My Mom used to play when I was young, I remembered vaguely.

"Yeah… My grandma taught us. She and Dad were all into classical music and stuff –I guess it stuck with me the most. Rose rarely plays the classics anymore." A smile spread on my lips and I turned towards him again, rather excitedly.

'Will you play for me?' He seemed to hesitate again but a smile spread across his lips and he nodded.

"But not today. We can come back here next week, alright? –You promised me a movie."

Now it was my turn to nod and smile. He promised to play for me next week –which means that we'd get to spend time yet again. "Come on." He murmured and put a hand on my back lightly, leading me out of the room. Even when his hand had left the skin of my back I could still feel his touch lingering. It was like small jolts of electricity running up my spine.

I went home even before the movie was done. I wanted to enjoy the time with Edward but as the movie progresses I started to get a nagging feeling, like something bad was going to happen and it left me restless. Nonetheless I made my way through the woods slowly. The ground was slippery from the freshly fallen rain and I didn't want to fall on my behind today.

When I reached the house there seemed to be no more lights on than usual and I quietly opened the front door, tip-toeing up the stairs to shut the backpack away quickly. I breathed a sigh of relieve as I realized that everything was alright and walked back down the stairs to start on dinner.

When I reached the upper step and was about to descend, something caught my eye. Charlie stood in the doorway, staring up at me with hard eyes. I stopped in my tracks for a second and took a deep breath thinking; this is it, he knows I've been gone. You screwed this up big time. My heart beat wildly in my chest, sounding like a jackhammer in my ears as I lowered my eyes and continued down the stairs. No need to try and prolong this. It would only make it worse.

"So… your little friends, who are they?" He asked, stopping me as I tried to walk past him into the kitchen. I looked up at him, trying to keep my face void of any emotions. He definitely knew.