Check-up

"WOW…"

My voice was barely a whisper, but whose wouldn't be?

"You're house is…"

"Big?" Edward completed my sentence.

"Yeah."

The house was made of stone. There were two windows on each side of the door and up on the second story, there were six. It looked aged, but extremely beautiful. There was a tree on each corner on the house, which gave a green growth on the house itself. But it didn't make the house look dirty like it would on anyone else's house. It only enhanced its beauty even more. We walked closer to the door and, like a gentleman, he held it open.

"How did you come across a beauty like this?" I questioned walking in, and touching the smooth mahogany door frame.

"It belong to my dad's grandparents I think…"

"They had good taste."

Once in, Edward took my hand and guided me trough the house. It was very clean and shiny. The lamp lights shone off the wood floor, making everything illuminate. The walls were painted white, making each large room look huge. There were a few wall candles lit. Edward took me past a few rooms, through a hallway, then it seemed like we were in the family room. The whole wall was a massive window and to the right there was a kitchen. He lead me to a white couch. My feet seemed to fall from under me, which made him smile.

"Like it?" he asked causally.

"I envy you. That piano is gorgeous." I answered breathless.

"Yeah, it's tuned nicely. You're welcome to play it. I'll go get Carlisle."

I stood up after he left and took my set at the piano. It was white, and shiny. It looked like silk. It was extremely close to the window and when I closed my eyes, the downpour outside flooded my head. My fingers did the moving. They made their ways to the keys and played along with the tune outside.

"You play as good as Edward."

My hand slammed down on the keys from shock. Who'd startled me. I looked around and saw a handsome man standing next to Edward. I stood up and turned completely around to face them.

"It's just the piano's tuning. You must be Carlisle…Edward's dad?"

"Yes, you must be Julia Frost."

He stuck out his hand, and soon mine interlocked with his. He had a nice firm hand shake. His hand was cold, like Edward's. Looking at the skin and eyes, the two looked related but ever other aspect seemed different. Edward's hair was bronze, where as Carlisle's hair was a golden blonde. He must take after his mother.

"So Julia, I hear you haven't been feeling good."

"Actually, I just got sick."

He began leading me back to the front room and up the stairs.

"Edward said you believe it's food poisoning."

"Uh yeah."

My voice sounded distracted, which it was. The wall on the left of the huge staircase was covered in frames. Carlisle was in most.

"You travel a lot?" I asked.

"Yes." he answered a little rushed.

We were finally up the stairs and heading to another room. The room we went to was an off white office area. It was clean had an examining chair and a desk over in the corner. I sat in the chair and Carlisle went over and picked up a few tools then came back over to where I was.

"When was the last time you had a check-up?"

"Uhhh, I really don't remember."

"Well, lets begin."

He took out a thermometer and took my temperature. It was above normal, but not extremely bad. He weighed me, took down my height. The worse thing he did was put a light to my eye to examine it. Once finished jotting down all the information he had received, he began asking questions. Like if I had been feeling sick, stuff like that. Then he asked the question I knew was going to come, but it wasn't really a question, but I knew he wanted an answer.

"You have a lot bruises Julia." he stated.

"Oh, yeah. I'm really clumsy and fragile." I forced a giggle. It sounded believable.

"I see. Well, all you have is food poisoning, nothing big. Just be sure to rest and eat soup. Make sure everything you put into your mouth is cooked fully and not past due date." he finished smiling.

"Will do."

We went back downstairs and met Edward.

"What's the damage?"

"Nothing big." Carlisle patted my back softly.

"I have to get home." I said after noticing the color of the sky.

"I'll walk you." Edward said as I walked over to the door.

"No, its fine, I know how to get back."

"It's raining."

"I'll run."

"Clumsy people don't run." he whispered in my ear.

I was awestruck. I'd never told him that lie. How could he have heard that. He touched my shoulder. After blinking, I was back to reality.

"Here's an umbrella. Be safe."

"Okay."

I walked outside and opened up the umbrella. Walking down the sidewalk, I looked behind me and he was watching me from the door. A small smile inched on my face as I picked up pace. Time was running short. After about five minutes, I was home. Before my parents.

I went to my room and quickly did my homework. When my parents pulled up and came inside, I was under the blanket pretending to sleep. Hopefully they wouldn't bother me tonight.

To my luck they didn't. Before falling deeply asleep, I cracked the window and slid back down to the floor. It was hard and cold, the thin blanket between us held no protection. I must have been more tired than I thought, because a dreamless sleep was suddenly surrounding me.

In the morning, the door flung open and slammed into the wall making a loud banging noise. My hands flew up around my ears, but were ripped away by my mothers warm hands.

"I'm going to work, get up and go to school, you'll be late if you don't leave soon. If I get a call saying you weren't there, so help you." her voice pulsed through my ear.

She left and I failed at my attempts of getting up. Slowly, my body slid back into slumber.

A few hours later, I finally woke. But something was different. I felt the floor, but it was neither cold nor hard. It was soft, silky and warm. With my hands pressed to the floor, I raised up in a half push up stance and looked beneath me. The blanket wasn't the same color, or the same material. It was a whole other blanket, or blankets from the way it felt. It was then I realized how heavy the throw blanket was on my back. Turning around, my eyes met with the huge comforter over my body. My hands moved around in circles, the fabric following their movements. This was strange.

Time…School! I was missing school!. I shot up from the new blankets, nearly falling from the silk fabric that was underneath me. I was looking back at the blankets while I was walking forward, which caused me to run into the closed door. After grabbing my head, I realized the paper that was tapped to it and what covered the paper? His script.

Relax. The school isn't going to call. I had Carlisle call, you have a doctors excused note waiting for you in the office tomorrow.

Edward?! Edward did this? But how, it didn't make any sense. I twisted the knob slowly, afraid of what would be on the other side. But nothing was there. I crept slowly down the stairs. But once again, it was empty. I sighed in relief as I made my way to the kitchen. Then my eyes caught it, a can of soup on the counter. My feet rushed over and my hands snatched the paper on top of it.

Soup, it's doctors orders.

What was he? Breaking and entering. Someone who had the ability to put blankets underneath someone so quickly they didn't even notice. I began making soup, but my mind was somewhere else. When I looked up to the window, a high pitched scream filled my ears. Seconds later I realized it was mine. My hands flew over my mouth to cover the insane noise that was pooling out. Over on the other side of the window, Edward Cullen was cracking up with laughter.

He came in through the back door while I was deeply breathing, trying to get back the air I had just lost from the scream.

"What are you doing hear?!" I managed to get out.

"Sneaking up on you obviously."

"That's not funny."

He took the soup away from me and began cooking it. Slowly my feet dragged my body over to the table. About two minutes later, Edward came over and handed me the soup. After taking a few sips, I looked up at him.

"How?"

"How what?"

"The blankets."

He shrugged. "You sleep heavily."

"Do I talk in my sleep?"

"You weren't dreaming when I came."

"I wasn't dreaming?"

"Nope."

I looked down at my soup. That made no sense. It was true, my night and morning were dreamless, but how could Edward know that?

"There's a lot you don't know about me." he exclaimed.

"Maybe you should tell me."

"It would be better if you didn't know."

"I can live with that."

He was disappointed with my answer. But I really didn't care. He'd given me a comfy bed, and the school reason not to call my house.

"Why aren't you in school?" I asked while putting my bowling the skin and cleaning it.

"Schools over with."

He rested his arm on the table, and we spent a little time just looking at each other. I wasn't going to break the silence.

"What are you thinking? About me I mean."

"I'm not so sure, why don't you read my mind. Or tell me how you do that."

"A human can't read minds."

"I never claimed you to be human."

"True, so you don't think I'm human?"

"I guess."

He didn't say anything. Did I hurt his feelings. I was such a bad friend.

"Were friends?" he asked.

"I think so."

"That's not a good thing…"

"For either of us." I finished.