Disclaimer: If getting out of typing these repeatedly means smartly whapping my self on the head with a board I will gladly do it. sighs I do not own Twilight or New Moon. Or the song. I don't own that either.

AN: I was going to post this with the last chapter, but my internet decided not to work. My sincerest apologizes. Now, onto another matter. I would greatly appreciate reviews. Seriously. I want opinions here! Come on people! I know your reading (I have my ways). So, anonymous or not, review! Let's go!

And, just my useless piece of information, I'm very sorry if this one isn't that good, but I felt so serene writing it. Very relaxing. So, let us continue.

Close My Eyes

The dark wood floor of the small room was, evidently, immensely fascinating. He was studying it intently as he paced, alabaster brow furrowed. His entire being was tense, and stress was emanating off of him. Yet she could tell he was fighting showing it. He was trying his best to show her he was still in control, that whatever dispute that had occurred at his home was not eating at him, starting from the inside and gnawing its way out. He could feel the weight of her gaze, but did not look up to meet it.

"Edward," she said softly. He just continued pacing. "Edward" she said again, louder. This time he looked up at her.

Standing carefully, she motioned for him to come closer. Cautiously, he complied.

"What?" She didn't respond, but warning him with her eyes, she carefully wrapped her arms around his waste and rubbed circles on his back with her thumbs.

"You need to relax," she said quietly. He sighed.

"I know. But I don't think that I can." She pulled back and looked up at him, thinking.

"Sit," she said suddenly, pointing to the floor in front of the side of her bed.

"Why do you-"

"Sit," she repeated. Slowly, never taking his eyes from her, he complied. She walked behind him and sat Indian style on the bed.

"Scoot back closer to me. I want to try something," she told him. He was watching her over his shoulder, wary as to what she wanted to do. But, he still did as he was told, never saying a word. "Now I need you to completely relax," she instructed. When he failed to do this, she said softly, coaxingly, "please just relax." Finally he did so, shoulders sagging slightly as the muscles un-tensed. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders, and rubbed just as carefully. Though his skin was still like granite, and her fingers didn't make the slightest indention, she still hoped her warmth would relax him. Which it seemed to, for slowly his posture lessened, and he leaned back against her bed. On a sudden inspiration, she began to softly sing a song she had heard on the radio she had heard the other day.

"Oh look there you go again
Putting on that smile again
Even though I know you've had a bad day" she could see him relax even more, so she continued,

"Doing this…and doing that
Always putting yourself last
A whole lot of give and not enough take
But you can only be strong, so long before you break" she knew that it applied to him, and she hoped that he would understand that she meant what she sang, and she wasn't simply singing for the sake of singing.

"So fall……
Go on and fall apart
Fall into these arms of mine…I'll catch you…every time you
Fall….go on and loose it all
Every doubt, every fear, every worry, every tear, I'm right here….
Baby fall…" She had carefully slide to the floor next to him, and had rested his head on her shoulder, his bronze hair brushing against her cheek as it rested there, and he drew a shuddering breath, his stress seeming to fade a bit more.

"Forget about the world tonight
All that's wrong and all that's right
Lay your head on my shoulder, let it fade away.. yeah
And if you want to let go baby its ok

Fall….
Go on and fall apart
Fall into these arms of mine…I'll catch you…every time you
Fall….go on and loose it all
Every doubt, every fear, every worry, every tear, I'm right here…
Baby fall…

Ooohhh

Hold on…..hold on….hold on to me

Fall….
Go on and fall apart
Fall into these arms of mine…I'll catch you…every time you
Fall….go on loose it all
Every doubt, every fear, every worry, every tear, I'm right here…
Baby, baby, baby fall…. " When she stopped, silence settled comfortably over the dark room, the only sounds being their breathing, her heart beat, and the rain pattering soothingly against the window pane. She hesitantly began stroking his hair, encouraging him to relax, and, if he needed to, speak. In return to her gesture, he began playing with a piece of her brunette hair, which had fallen in front of his face. After a while, he sighed.

"I'm just… so tired," he said, weariness weaving itself between his words.

"So sleep," she responded gently, moving his head to her lap where she continued stroking his hair and humming softly. And, all though he could never really sleep, he closed his eyes, and slowed his breathing as well. They stayed like that for a while, until her hand was still on his head, and her own brown haired one lolled back onto her bed, her breathing even as her sleep deepened.

Typically he would have moved her up to the bed, but feeling his own contentedness and sensing hers, he stayed where he was, eyes still closed, until the sun crept up behind the clouds, and Charlie began to stir.

By this time, his beloveds head had moved so it was hanging forwards, her long hair tickling his nose, allowing him to inhale the intoxicating scent. Reluctantly he stood, and gently picked up her sleeping form and placed it beneath her bed covers. As he watched her sleep, he was acutely aware of the fact he was more serene and relaxed than he could ever remember being.