Chapter Four

The next two weeks past fairly quickly. The first week I spent everyday in Port Angele's with Edward, I had told Alice and Rose that I was with Charlie and made up countless lie after another stating that I was cooking him supper, or I was going down to La Push with him. I told Charlie that I was with Alice and Rose. But the starting of the second week, Alice and Rose had started questioning me about my whereabouts. So I knew that I had to spend more time with them. And they were both going to start realizing that I was using each of them as lies to one another.

I had never really lied openly to Charlie or either of my best friends, I never really had too. But neither of them would understand. Rosalie had already made her thought on the matter pretty clear that night in Port Angele's, many nights ago and Charlie wouldn't approve of any guy anyway. But if I had to pick, Alice would probably be the most understanding of the three, but she'd still have her opinions.

I started watching the weather regularly, and whenever the weather called for shine, I'd hang out with Alice and Rose - do stuff that we use to do, that didn't hold much interest to me anymore. On days where the rain picked up, and it called for a higher windchill I'd go hang out with Edward for a couple hours before coming home and going to sleep.

I really didn't think Charlie minded that I hadn't really been home in two weeks. No matter where I was - if I was with Alice and Rose or Edward, I always brought Charlie home supper. He never complained and every night he'd be passed out on the coach before I got home.

Edward and my relationship was progressing, slowly but surely. I wasn't sure if we were a couple yet, or if he was my boyfriend. But in my head that's what I liked to call him. We never talked openly about our feelings. And when I say that, I mean he never told me he liked me and I never told him anything either. But we sort of this unspoken bond about touching one another. It wasn't a problem, and it seemed like Edward was okay with it. Most of the time he insinuated the touching, whether it was just a hug, or brushing hair out of my face. And I didn't hesitate to return the affection.

But what really irked me was the fact that Edward hadn't kissed me yet. I wasn't sure if he wanted to, or didn't, because we never talked about it. But he seemed more hesitant. On one occasion, he was hugging me goodbye and when I purposely looked up at him from his chest, he was mimicking my own facial expression. I could definitely see lust and nervousness in his eyes at he darted them to my lips and then back to my eyes. But before anything could happen, he pulled away told me he'd see me tomorrow with an awkward pat on the shoulder. Like something Charlie would do.

I was learning more about Edward. In some occasions, he took me with him to do odd jobs around Port Angele's. It wasn't much, and he didn't make a lot of money but he made enough to keep him full. I could tell he was hesitant about taking me with him, but I assured him everything would be fine. I wasn't sure if he was nervous about bringing me or he was ashamed of what he did. But his faced paled a little as we walked up and down the street of an old folks community while he went door to door offering his services. He'd ask if they needed help with anything indoors or outdoors, and they could pay him any money that they felt he redeemed.

Honestly, I hated it. Some bitches would just shut the door in his face, but Edward's smile didn't falter. I remember on this one occasion. It was before I had figured out the weather network system and Rose and Alice started questioning me. It was nice out, so Edward wanted to walk, which I didn't have a problem with but I made him drive with me anyway. He didn't talk the whole way, until the last five minutes and he told me to pull over on a certain street. We went to this small white house, she had a ton of cats all around the lawn, that I had to watch my step or I'd trip over one. When we finally made it to the front deck, after walking through a maze of kitty's, she had about ten food dishes lined out for them.

When she opened the door, she had a scowl on her face and her angry eyes went up and down Edward's frame. And suddenly her scowl was a smirk. I wasn't sure why she was angry in the first place - maybe we interrupted her busy day of knitting. I didn't care, I cleared my throat to make my presence known. In which she gasped, and looked me over like she had done Edward. She rolled her saggy eyes. And the scowl was back. She was wearing a long dress, that stopped at her ankles. It had cut off sleeves and had this weird yellow and red flower print. It was hideous. No wonder she wasn't happy, if my grandchild dressed me in that getup, I'd be pissed too.

While her and Edward were talking - and by talking I mean Edward being all sweet and polite while she acted rude and bitchy - I further inspected her house. The door was only opened slightly but it was enough to know that she was some sort of hoarder. You couldn't even see the floor, with all the junk and crap scattered all over it. The drapes were shut too, so the whole place looked dark.

She ended up telling Edward he could mow her lawn and fix up her garden. And whether he did a good job or not, she'd pay him what she felt he earned. Which seemed fine with Edward, but not with me. I growled at her, crossing my arms over my chest as Edward walked to the backyard where she had said her small shed was. She ended up rolling her eyes at me and slamming the door in my face. I stomped my foot childishly and walked to the backyard where Edward was. The old hag didn't even have a normal mower. No, of course she had one of those super old fashion ones that you have to go over your lawn with like twenty times before it even looked remotely cut. But Again, Edward's smile didn't falter. But he had been doing this a while so I figured he was use to it.

I asked to help, but Edward shook his head. He told me to go back to the truck and wait for him, but I didn't. Instead I sat on the old shrews deck, and played with the kitty's that came and seen me. Edward seemed to be doing a fine job. He puckered his lips while he mowed the lawn, and after a couple hours he had sweat dripping from his forehead and into his hair, making it look a dark brown. So he took his red sweater off and tied it around his waist. He probably wasn't trying to be sexy, but he defiantly was. He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt, that had old and new sweat stains on it. I watched every muscle flex in his arm as he pushed the mower. I was fully aware that I was gaping at him, but he wasn't. Who would have known that a homeless boy had such great biceps?

Eventually he moved to the garden, which consisted of a bunch of weeds but Edward pulled the weeds out, despite the ground being frozen. We didn't talk as he worked, but every once in a while he'd give me a small smile, or smirk at me when I talked to the kitty's. When Edward was done, he walked up the steps and knocked on the ladies door. I pushed the black and white cat off of me and sat up, brushing the excess cat hair off of my jacket. "What?" She snapped, opening the door.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to Edward, linking arms with his sweaty one. "I've finished what you asked of me, ma'am." He muttered politely, like someone in the olden days. I was seriously waiting for him to bow his head or something.

She stared at him for a good long minute, probably forgetting that he was even here. I mean, he was pretty quiet and the dull grass cutter, she used a mower didn't make any sounds. "Oh," she muttered, slamming the door in his face. I gaped at Edward, and he just rolled his eyes like it was an everyday occurrence. I heard shuffling on the other side of the door, and a couple seconds later it was opened again, and she had a brown leather purse stuffed in her nose. "Here." She said, pulling out a five dollar bill and handing it to Edward.

In which Edward smiled politely. "Thank you-"

"What the fuck lady-" I started but Edward cut me off. The old bitch gasped at my outburst and tried to shut the door, but I wasn't having any of it. I unhooked my arm with Edwards, and sternly put my foot in the door. It hurt when she tried to slam it shut, and I grimaced but held my ground. He worked for hours on her dried up old lawn, and only made a measly five dollars. He deserved at least a twenty. Probably even more. And I had peeked inside her purse, she had more then enough money.

"Thank you." Edward said harshly, glaring at me. "We'll be going now." He narrowed his eyes at me, and stuffed the five dollar bill in his pocket. I shook my head at him and crossed my arms. She tried again to shut the door.

"Look, bitch. He worked a really long time on-" I was cut off by a large sweaty hand wrapped around my mouth. He grabbed me by the waist, pinning my arms down as well. I tried to scream and kick, but my screams were muffled.

"Thank you again." He said politely, in which I rolled my eyes. "But we'll be going now." He continued to drag me forcefully off her deck, and put me in the front seat of my truck. Thankfully he wasn't mad, but that was the last time I was allowed to go with him to do those types of jobs. Sometimes he played guitar for passerby's on the board walk. Honestly, that's my favorite job that he does. I sit across from his guitar case with my legs crossed in front of me, and I watch him. He makes a fair amount of money doing that especially on busy days, when work lets out for the day and he seems to love it. And I love watching him play.

Sometimes he fished, and sold the odd fish to people on the street or different restaurants. I was amazed, on how much people would actually pay for fresh fish. We were fishing on this particular evening. Under the bridge that he sleeps under. I know that sounds cliche, but we lived in the most rainiest state in the Continental US so in ways it made since. It was a small bridge that is used for trains and looked out over the ocean. Under the bridge, was sort of like a little chubby whole that Edward slept in. It kept him from the rain, but didn't prevent the cold. Especially with being by the ocean, the water would make it much more colder. And when a train drove by, it was extremely loud. I hated it, and every night that I left him, I cried. Because I hated thinking of him freezing and sleeping under it.

For the past couple of days the rain had seemed to disappear, but instead of going out with Alice and Rose, I decided that I wanted to spend time with Edward. The sun was setting in the horizon, making the sky look pinkish orange. It reflected on the ocean water, making the whole sky light up. It was incredible and breath taking, and at the moment I was jealous that Edward got to see this every night before he went to sleep.

I had just gave up fishing, because I didn't have patience, and we had been sitting on the cold ground for over three hours and I had yet to catch a fish. I through Charlies fishing rod on the ground behind me, and skipped over to Edward, who pulled his make-shift fishing pole out of the water. I offered to bring one of Charlies fishing poles for him, but he opted out saying that he wouldn't be able to pay Charlie back if something happened to it. When I had showed up with the fishing pole, Edward whistled loudly. Apparently it cost a lot of money, who would have thought?

"We can do something else if you want?" Edward asked quietly from beside me. He set his fishing pole made out of a long stick and fishing line that he found in a dumpster awhile back. He leaned back on his side and I followed suit, laying my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm loosely around my waist. I sighed loudly and moved myself into his warm embrace. I was getting use to the smell, in which I barely even noticed it. And most days when I came to see Edward, we stayed outside so the air blew it around, instead of being in a small combined space.

I shook my head against his shoulder. "I think I should get home, maybe make Charlie some supper. It's been a while. Plus, I have school in the morning." I muttered with a dramatic sigh. I hated that I had to leave him, but it was true. I hadn't spent time with Charlie in over two weeks. Edward nodded and stood up. He helped me up and I wiped the dirt of my ass. He picked up Charlies fishing pole and held out his hand for me to take. I garishly took it with a smile, and walked over to my truck twenty or so feet away. It was parked on top of the bank, that looked out over the ocean. "Do you want me to drive you anywhere?" I asked him every time I left him, and every time he gave me the same answer.

"No, I think I'm going to stay here tonight." I grimaced and nodded my head slowly. Edward sighed and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I held onto him tightly, and rubbed my face into his chest. His sweater wasn't clean in the slightest, it was covered in grease, dirt and grime, but I never had a problem being close with him like this. He rested his chin on the top of my head. "Don't worry Bella. I'll be fine. I've been doing this for a while." He muttered sadly, and I nodded against his chest.

I knew he was trying to be reassuring, but it didn't help me sleep that night. And it didn't stop me from bawling my eyes out when I drove past the Port Angele's limits that evening. Charlie was sleeping when I got home, but that wasn't anything new. Today had been the first day I didn't bother to pick anything up for Charlie on my way home. I didn't though, I could barely find it in me to care. I tossed and turned for over two hours until sleep fell upon me. When I woke up it was raining. Not just light sprinkles either, but coming down hard and fast. Which confused me because last night the sun had set so beautiful, but it was Forks. And Forks was a fucked up little town.

I got ready for school slowly. I was to worn down and tired worrying about Edward to care about what I looked like. I decided I was going to put my hair up messily after my shower. I had barely put in the effort to wash the shampoo out. I didn't put on any makeup, and I dressed in jeans and a normal sweater. I grabbed my jacket and slipped on my boots before I left. Charlie had already gone to work, like he did everyday before I even got up in the morning. I took my time driving to school that morning, because the rain was just that bad. But as the school showed up in the distance, I decided that I wasn't going to go today. So instead of driving into the parking lot, I drove right past it.

An hour or so later, I was driving down the dirt path that takes you to the bottom of the bridge. I pulled my hood up before I climbed out of my truck. The ground was wet, and the grass was long as I walked carefully down the wet slippery bank. I walked over to the makeshift ladder that Edward had built to get up and down the bridge. It wasn't really a ladder, as much as it was odd dents in the metal that made it easier to climb, instead of just heaving yourself up. I climbed the ladder carefully, making sure I help onto the railing at the top. Taking each step at a time because the rain had made it hella slippery.

"Bel... la... laa..." I heard Edward stutter, as I rounded the top of the ladder. He was huddled in the corner of the chubby hole, his chest to know knees and his head sitting atop them. It was quite obvious he was freezing; his entire body was shaking and his whole face was dark pink. He had his hood up, and his hat on, but it didn't appear to he helping. I frowned to myself and crawled my way over to him. Sitting beside him, I pulled Edward's head into my lap and he immediately curled his arms around my legs, his face buried, trying to borrow what little heat I could offer him.

I rubbed his arms, and his back, trying to create friction to help warm his body up as he leaned on me and wrapped his body against mine. "Let's get you out of here." I sighed, patting his back lightly. "My trucks just up the hill." He nodded against my legs. And I helped him up. He crawled over to the ladder and slowly made his way down, giving me a small thank full smile. I forced a smile back, and looked around the small metal room for his guitar and duffel bag. He didn't go anywhere without them.

It was the first time I had been in the place where Edward sleeps. We hung out at the bridge occasionally, but he had never invited me up. As I looked around, I noticed a lot of garbage. It was filthy. Old take out boxes scattered all over the dark space. I could only guess at what kind of nasty bugs lived here when the weather was better. I guess that was why he never invited me up. I wrapped the guitar strap around my shoulder, and put the duffel bag around the other one. I took my time coming down the ladder slowly, and landed on the wet ground with a low thud. Edward was already waiting by my truck, hunched over, rubbing his hands together waiting for me to open the door. I unlocked the driver side door and threw the duffel bag and guitar on the floor. And then I reached over and unlocked his door.

He climbed in, and I immediately turned on the car, the heat at full blast. He rubbed his hands against each other creating friction in front of the heater. I watched him, as he clenched and unclenched his fingers, and grimaced as he did so. "Edward you can't keep doing this." I said in almost a whisper. But I couldn't take it anymore, I cared deeply about this boy and he was slowly freezing to death. It was getting colder and he was going to die, and I just couldn't handle that. Not on top of everything else that had happened.

Edward frowned and nodded. "I know, but it's the best I can do Bella." He whispered, looking at me with sad eyes. He was pleading with me to drop the subject but I wasn't going too. I couldn't. I was in to deep with him, whether he was going to acknowledge it or not. I looked at the steering wheel in front of me and clenched my fists around it. The car fell silent, only the sound of the loud motor and Edwards heavy breathing.

"What are we Edward?" I said bluntly. I looked straight ahead as I said it.

This question caught him off guard because he looked at me with wide eyes, his hands frozen in the air. "What?"

"What are we?" I repeated again. I turned in my seat to I was now facing him, but I looked down at my lap and played with the hem of my jacket. He was still staring at me, but I couldn't bring myself to look up.

"We're... we're friends, Bella." He said through clenched teeth, trying to sound all calm, but I saw right through him. I snapped my head up to look at him, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. He had his head turned, so he was looking out the window. His hands were resting on his thighs palms down, as his leg bounced up and down.

"Friends?" I scoffed. Because we weren't friends, we were never friends. And I knew he knew that. Edward gave me a tight nod, looking out the window. His leg bounced heavier. "What the fuck Edward?" I hissed.

"What?" He asked in almost a whisper, still not looking at me.

"Friends," I muttered with a scowl, "friends don't touch each other like we do, friends don't act like this..." I stopped myself, because I didn't know what to say. I was either going to say something completely mortifying or something that would indefinitely hurt his feelings.

"Then how the hell do friends act, Bella? Have you ever even had an actual guy that was your friend before?" He swirled his head around, narrowing his eyes at me. He curled his hands around his legs. I flinched at his tone, and looked at him with wide eyes. "Yeah, I didn't think so." He growled, I sunk a little lower in my seat.

"What is your problem?" I asked in a small whisper, clenching my eyes shut, willing myself away from the tears that were about to fall. Edward had yet to see my cry, and if I could help it, he wouldn't ever.

"What is my problem? What is your problem? We had a perfectly good friendship, and you wanted to put a damn label on it." I didn't miss the past tense, he put in the word had.

I was losing, big time because I had to open to mouth. I couldn't wait for him to come to me and open up to me on his own, I had to bring shit up, and push him when obviously wasn't ready. But also, I was sick of it. I mean, was he ever going to be ready? Something terrible obviously happened to his family, would he ever be able to talk about it? "We don't... we don't have to put a label on it. We could forget I ever said anything." I pleaded, begging him. I just didn't want to lose him.

"I don't think so Bella. You made it perfectly clear how you feel, and I don't think I can forget about that." He said through clenched teeth.

"Please, Edward. I'm sorry." I cried, tears falling down my face, but he wasn't giving in.

"I don't think...." He closed his eyes, and sighed.

I cut him off. "You don't think what Edward?" I hissed, getting pissed now. "Why are you trying to push me away? Why won't you let me the fuck in? I know you feel it too, I know you have feelings for me. Why the hell won't you admit it!?"

"Because your just going to fucking leave!" He spat. "Everybody fucking leaves. And your no different from the rest of them!" He almost screamed, and I cringed at the mention of them.

I took a couple of calming breaths before I spoke carefully. "Who left you Edward? Did your family leave you?" I said slowly in what I hoped was a comforting tone. He flinched. "I'm here Edward, you know I'm here." I moved closer to him, as he choked back a sob, but I heard it. My heart clenched for him. He hunched over himself, putting his face in the palms of his hands. I slowly placed my hand on his back, causing him to flinch. But I didn't stop, I rubbed his wet back gently.

He breathing got erratic in his hands. He reached behind him and grabbed my wrist to stop my movements. He placed my hand back on my lap, where I left it and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling on the ends. He pushed himself back, so he was pushed tightly against the door of my truck. He looked at me with angry, red rimed eyes. "I don't want you here! And I sure as hell don't want to talk about it. I don't want to see you anymore. Just.. don't come around anymore." He pleaded, in a harsh tone.

"Edward, please!" I cried, moving my body closer to his.

"Bella, would you just fuck off and listen to yourself? You sound moronic. You don't even know my last name. I could be a murderer for all you know. You know nothing about me!" He spat in my face.

"That isn't true! I know your favorite color is red, and you're kind and sweet-" I yelled back in his face. I was trying to stick up for myself, and sound just as angry as he was, but I was failing miserably.

"And that's all you know." He cut me off. I was so close to his face. He sighed, and his breath fanned my face. He placed his forehead gently against mine, and closed his eyes. "Look Bella, just go home. Go back to school. I'm no good for you."

"I don't want too dammit! I want to stay here with you! Why won't you listen to me!? You didn't use to be this damn stubborn!" I spat, shoving his shoulders. Shoving him away from me. I didn't want him to touch me right now. This angry, dejected Edward, wasn't the Edward I met three weeks ago. And I wanted him back. I clenched my fingers in tight fists inside my jacket sleeves. I was so mad, I was shaking.

"That's what I mean, you don't know me!" He roared, pulling roughly at his hair. His voice echoed in the small confined of my truck cab.

"I'm done." I sighed in defeat. I was done. He didn't care what I had to say. He didn't care what I thought. All he cared about was pushing me away. He was acting childish, and this conversation wasn't getting us anywhere. We weren't even talking about what we really needed to talk about, we were fighting and hurting each others feelings, and solving this problem wasn't going to happen in my truck when we were both so angry at each other. "Get out of my truck."

"Alright." He muttered, grabbing his guitar and duffel bag. He opened the door, and the cold air hit me hard, but I ignored it. He looked back at me over his shoulder, but I kept my gaze on the dirt road and rain in front of me. He slid out of my truck and slammed my door shut. I jumped, as he walked away. I clutched the gearshift hard, and clenched my fists around the steering wheel, all while gritting my teeth together, trying my damn hardest not to cry. My tires squealed as I pounded my foot on the gas. Mud went flying out behind my rubber tires.

I drove as fast as I could to get home, I was desperate to be away from him. Anything to not remind me of him. I pulled my truck into the driveway when I got home. Thankfully Charlies cruiser wasn't in there. I clutched the steering wheel with both hands, collapsing on top of it in a fit of hysterical sobs. I planned on breaking down in my bedroom, so nobody would see. But I didn't seem to have the energy.

I wasn't sure how long I was sitting there crying. But a light knock sounded at my window, and I jumped slightly not excepting anybody to be there. When I looked up, I saw a worried looking Alice staring back at me with pity and sadness in her eyes, which made me cried harder. She opened the door. "Bella, what the hell is wrong? Whats going on?" She asked, worried. I unbuckled my seat belt and hugged her little body hard against mine. She hadn't seen me break down like this, except for when she had found out about my mother and that time scared the crap out of her. I buried my face into the nook of her neck and ruined her expensive shirt. But I was desperate for comfort."Bella, what is wrong?" She asked me again, rubbing my back in soothing circles.

"I met a boy!" I cried.

I jumped, and cringed when Alice started jumping up and down squealing. "Oh my god!" She chanted, pulling my hand and dragging me away from my truck. I kicked the door shut, and got my keys out of my pocket. I unlocked the door. "Hurry!" She yelled, which caused me to jump and drop the keys. Which only had me bawling louder. She sighed in annoyance, and picked up my keys up off the wet ground. She unlocked the door and through the key in the bowl beside the door. I shrugged off my wet jacket and left it in the middle of the floor, and kicked my boots off as I walked up the stairs. Alice didn't follow me, as I collapsed on my bed.

A couple minutes later, she pushed my door open, holding a tub of ice cream and two spoons. "You dad only have vanilla." She muttered, giving me a small smile. I laughed lightly, but it hurt a little from all my crying. I cleared my throat and sat up on my bed, giving Alice room to sit as well. I leaned my head against the head bored, while Alice sat crossed legged at my feet. "So, tell me about this boy." She said opening the ice cream tub and taking a big scoop full.

"Well, he doesn't go to school-" I whispered, looking down, playing with the small hole in my blanket.

"Is that why you ditched today?" I nodded, handing me the other spoon."I seen you... I seen you drive right past." I grimaced, I didn't even know what time it was.

"Oh," I said lamely, shoving a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in my mouth. It tasted bland, but felt good against my dry, scratchy throat.

"So, why are you upset?"

I sighed. "Because he... lives by himself. Something happened to his family... and I don't know if they left him or died. But he won't open up to me and he's trying to push me away, I just don't know what to do." I lied. I still wasn't ready to come clean, and tell my best friend that my maybe - almost - boyfriend was homeless.

"Is that where you've been for like the past month? With him?" I nodded, with a frown. "And did you tell him about your mother?" I shook my head, shoving another spoonful in my mouth. "Then why are you complaining?"

"I..." I sighed. "I don't know. I just found him today... this morning... in a really bad state and I asked him what we were? You know, because we hug, and he holds me and we act like a couple-"

"Did you guys kiss?" I shook my head.

"He won't kiss me. I don't even know why. And then today, he told me that I was like them. And I assume them is his family. He said they left, everybody leaves. And I just don't know..." I sighed, slamming my head against the wall behind me.

"Well Bella, you haven't opened up to him. Why should he open up to you?"

"I want to open up to him, it's just hard. You know?"

"I know. Do you know when that stuff happened with his family?" I shook my head. "Well maybe it was recent, and he's still coping? Maybe it hurts him to think about it and you bring back bad memories."

"Why would I bring back bad memories? Alice, I don't want to hurt him." I hugged my knees to my chest, leaving the spoon stuck in the ice cream container.

"I don't know Bella. You know him better then I do... and I get the feeling you're not telling me everything you know, which is okay. You don't have to tell me every last detail, but maybe the affection and love you show him, hurts him. Maybe he was close with his family and it hurts him or something. But like I said I don't know him."

I sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right. I just don't know what to do now, we got in this big fight and I told him to get out of my car."

"Give him a couple days to cool down. Let him think about what he said. And if he doesn't come to you, go to him." I grimaced, I couldn't tell her Edward couldn't come to me even if he wanted too. But she was right, and after a couple days I'd go back to see him. I'd try and work things out with him.

A/N: Wow, this chapter was way harder to write then my other one! Christ, I never thought I was going to finish it. And on that note: I hate this chapter. I don't know why, I just do. But you got to find out what it was like living a day as Edward. You got to see a little angst/drama and comfort. So s'all good. At least I think so. I just feel iffy about this chapter.

I was planning on posting this chapter earlier, but the words just wouldn't come out. I ended up redoing it three times.

Next chapter, is so far my most favorite to write. I haven't gotten there yet, but I'm so extremely excited to write it, you have no idea.

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