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Edward and Bella confrontation ahead! Woo!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I own heated arguments.

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"Can we talk?"

I yawned widely.

"Actually Edward, can we talk tomorrow morning? I'm really tired."

His shadow nodded and he backed away slowly.

"Goodnight Bella."

I didn't say anything, I just turned towards the window.

He closed the door, cutting the hall light off and leaving me in the darkness.

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The next morning I woke suddenly. I hadn't slept much, dreams of me chasing and being chased had been keeping me tossing and turning for most of the night.

I realized with a jolt in my stomach that Edward wanted to "talk" today.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. Better to get it over with.

I showered quickly and brushed my teeth, ready to go into battle, so to speak.

I walked outside and the smell of coffee was drifting up the stairs.

Mmm.

Nice.

I entered the kitchen to see him leaning on the island, head in hands.

"Edward?" I spoke gruffly.

I was trying not to be annoyed. But every time I got around this kid my resolve dwindled and I got angry at everything.

He looked up. "Bella. You're awake. I'm glad."

He smiled, a genuine sort of look that graced his face pleasantly.

Uh-uh-uh Bella. He's not that good.

I approached the island and he handed me a cup of coffee. Black. Just how I like it.

"You wanted to talk?"

He nodded, sighed, and faced me.

"Bella, I was an idiot yesterday,"

"Yeah."

He looked at me pleadingly.

I nodded for him to proceed.

"As I said, I was an idiot. I spoke without thinking, but I never, never would've thought that when I said that, that…well that it would have been what happened to you."

"Okay."

"But I want us to put it behind us, and try to be civil at least."

I nodded.

"Are you going to say something?"

"Something."

He gave me an annoyed look.

"Bella, listen. You've been treating me like shit since the minute you saw me for whatever stupid reason, and-"

My anger rose.

"Stupid? Stupid reason?"

His eyes blazed, and he rose his chin defiantly.

"Yes. Stupid. Because as far as I know, it is. I don't even know what your problem is. All I know is your boyfriend cheated on you. But just because some ass did that to you does not give you the right to go around telling everyone to 'fuck off,' or 'screw this' or 'you're gay!' Its ridiculous and I'm fucking tired of it!"

It was the most I had heard Edward Cullen say in the week that I'd known him.

"Are you?" I drawled sarcastically.

I could see his temper flare.

"Yeah. I am. Listen, Bella. Everyone has problems! I have problems, but I didn't decide to just be a complete douche to you when I first saw you! That was your choice. You fucking started it."

I was getting pretty fucking tired of the whole 'everyone has problems' bit.

So, of course bitch Bella was back in full force.

"Oh yeah? You have problems? Did your dad fucking leave you when you were three with a single mom who didn't have a clue? What's the worst of your problems, Edward? Your designer sweater has a wine stain in it?" I sneered.

"No, my dad 'left' me when I was eighteen. Collective Heart failure."

I stood there, mouth open, shell shocked. I didn't even want to move. I had the vague sensation that I was falling down a tunnel, and my ears were ringing.

My eyes abruptly welled up with tears, and I couldn't find words in my suddenly dry mouth.

"I- I - Edward." He was breathing hard, staring at me with darkened eyes.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered.

"Yeah. I fucking believe that Bella." his voice dripped with venom and he strode past me quickly. I heard him run up the stairs and slam the door to his room. Something told me this wasn't how this conversation was supposed to go.

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So yeah. That either answered some of your questions, or it created more.

Now you know why Alice was being soooooo cryptic.

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