Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Series at all. I do not own any of the characters from the series.

AN: Woot! Finally. Sorry but this chapter is rather crappy in my opinion, writer's block I guess.

Edward was silent, I was uneasy. And so let the talking begin...

The ride to my house was an unsettling quite. The silence was making my ears bleed. I knew he wanted to talk to me, he has been trying to all day, but now he was so quite I was gaining a annoying headache. He is having his chance to say anything, to ask anything, but he remained silent driving, not even glancing my way once.

My eyes were looking outside, watching the green blurs of trees pass by quickly. He still drove fast, faster than I like. I don't even like to run fast. My eyes would glance over at him, to make sure he was still there. I was so nervous, maybe I did something wrong? Did I make him mad earlier in the day...? But I did nothing of the sort to make him upset. I talked to him a lot today, just a few words, but I talked. He looked rather caught in his own thinking, his eyes looked off into the distance. Maybe he was rethinking on talking to me...or even to try to bring me back to the Cullens...no, he wouldn't do anything just for himself, he thought about me in the equation as well.

Before I knew it again, we were in the asphalt driveway of my home, his car turned off. I didn't even notice we had stopped, shows how much I pay attention these days. I looked to my right, at my house, but then my gaze lingered over to Edward—he was hunched forward, his hands on top of the steering wheel. His face was hiding behind, his now, shaggy bronze hair. His forehead was on his hands, his face leaning down. He looked like he was sleeping, but that was not possible.

I looked at him, wandering if he was just waiting for me to get out. I took it as a yes after a minute of waiting for him to respond—I opened to door slowly, still my thoughts were wondering if he was even in the realm of the awake. I then took my right foot and placed it on the ground outside, my eyes still locked on him. He suddenly turned his face towards me, keeping the side of his head on his hands. He opened his eyes slightly, looking beyond tired,"Can I come in?" his voice was rather husky and distant.

If I let him in...hopes would rise that were false and not needed. But he looks so sad...curse the human emotions, curse myself in being pulled in,"Of course," my words betrayed me, they stung as I spoke.

"Thanks," he smiled wearily, slipping out from his side of the car.

I gave him a brief smile before he slide out. I then glanced over to the house as I got out, standing with curious eyes. The house was empty...meaning that Alison and Sylvia had most likely convince poor John that they needed more clothes and little 'cute' things for their room. They wouldn't be home for hours now. It did happen often ,so I was not surprised in the least.

We walked in silence, once again it was killing me. And to make it hurt even more, he didn't even look my way.

Once again I was so lost in my own thinking to not even realize that we were inside my house. Who would have figured that I would be so air-headed in one day? I shuffled my way in, walking over many pairs of shoes—Alison's and Sylvia's...of course. I didn't pay mush attention to the living room, which by now was most likely a mess of clothes and paper. I ignored the could be mess and started to walk to my room, which was only a few feet away. It was down a long hallway, the first room to the right. Further down was the bathroom, John's room and Alison and Sylvia's room.

I hung a right, walking into my room with a slow hesitant pace. Edward was tagging along like a lost puppy. But when I stepped into my room, he stopped at the doorway, leaning against it, watching me with a cocked eyebrow. He must have been making fun of the way my room looked—he was smiling, stifling a laugh.

My room was a sight to be seen. It was a small room with white walls and one window right across from the wooden door. The window was covered up by a heavy dark curtain, blocking all light from entering. To the far left, a white sheeted matrice laid in the corner, a black blanket was on top of it along with a light blue pillow. I know there was no reason for me to even have a bed, but it was more comfortable than lying down on a hard wooden floor. Next to my bed was a large cardboard box that held my clothes, but it was also my nigh stand. The lids of the box were closed, on top of the box were books, lots and lots of books, they even littered my floor. Then at the foot at my bed was my laptop. My precious little machine. It held all of my writing, music and my favorite software. It was hooked up to a printer and scanner. Cords were tied up behind it, falling onto the floor.

"Homey," Edward chuckled from behind me—looking around my 'homey' room. My back was to him still, I was also looking myself. My room wasn't much, but I liked it. I could still hear him laugh lightly, making a bit more nervous. He acted so calm, so cool about things. Surely he felt how uneasy I was. He had to, he was so good at that.

"I guess," I murmured under my breath. I then itched the back of my head, feeling around in my head for something intelligent to say, but once again nothing came up. It felt so awkward.

From behind me, I heard my door close, but before I could turn around, Edward had his arms around my waist, holding me still—even though I couldn't move even if I wanted to, my body wasn't listening to me again, my muscles tense. He was pressed against me, his face buried in my hair—his breath was on my neck, sending chills all over my body. I could feel my face burn red with the moment—another human trait I hated with a passion. When he felt me twitch, he only gripped me tighter against him, pressing my back to him even more,"You still smell so heavenly," I could hear the smile in his amused voice, his right hand tracing a line on my stomach, tracing it farther up, the middle of my chest and his hand stopped. My head felt light. He was wanting something and I knew what that was...but so did I,"I've missed you so much."

Before I would even speak, I was on the floor on my back. He was over top of me, looking down at me with a bit of a smile. He held my wrist down with his hand. I lost my voice, I had actually had something to say, but now it was lost in this moment that was making my body run hot.

"When are you coming back?" he asked in a bit of a serious voice, but he seemed to try to keep it light. But it did not work. What kind of question was that? I would never go back. Why wold he ask that at all? And so soon after seeing me. He was obviously anxious to hear my answer, wanting me to return without a second thought.

"What the hell?" I poke in a rather harsh tone. My anger took over like that, asking so soon, not thinking of me but himself...,"No! You can't be asking that. So soon, we haven't even really talked, Edward. You have no right to ask me when I will come back...ever. Did you ever consider that I might return on my own record?" I snapped. I didn't mean to, but my anger was not under my control. I always had outburst about something.

"Bella...I didn't mean to upset you," Edward leaned back a bit but still held me down, staring at me with concerned eyes. I looked back with crossed eyebrows, glaring at him in return, I didn't care what he said now, all I thought about was him asking my when I would return. So much for my talk with him, I was better off walking home instead of taking that ride with him. Stupid emotions.

"Bella. Please talk. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you so angry...are you truly that upset about coming back or is it something else...?" his voice trailed off.

"Edward...I just need to think...I can't return like that. You know that,"I sighed,"At least for now. I wish to speak alone with you until I make up my mind. I don't think I could handle your family right now. To many emotions would rise up and cause more harm that anything good."

"Of course. We alone now aren't we?" he hinted slightly as he talked, making my face blush a darker red. Again with that. But he was still a man...he had needs, but no! Now is not the time.

"Edward!"

"Sorry, I was just joking. But we are alone. Anything you want to say, or should I leave?" he questioned, letting go of my wrists, my body tensed up. I knew he meant nothing wrong by what he meant, but the last time he said that is when we...

I looked up at him, there was a wide smile on his face as he looked at me, waiting patiently for my answer. I sighed in defeat,"I want to say is that...," and I lost my words...again. God, why must you torture me, making me looked like an idiot who can't even talk. For another reason I kept quite, I had no more words left my mind.

"Is...?" Edward teased, dragging his own words out like I had.

"Don't mock me! I can't remember, okay?" I huffed a bit, trying to look angry, but I knew I must just look stupid.

"Oh I wasn't, love," he mused, now playing with my hair,"Take your time coming back, I won't rush you. But while we are here...," his voice trailed off as he ran his lips over mine. Oh how I longed for those lips to be on mine. My logical side was screaming at me to stop it before anything got further, but this is what I really wanted. His mouth moved with mine as me hands moved up to his hair. Memories flooded my mind...of our first kiss, our first time...

I let the urge take over my body, I couldn't deny it any longer. Edward noticed quickly. His right hand traced my side, sending more chills through me. He repeated his movements a few times until he took his hand and put it under my shirt, growing near my chest. He pressed against me more, I could only feel more of the urge inside growing more and more...

AN: Woot! Done...sorry people, no nasty in this, but you get the idea.