AN: Thanks to those who reviewed, added favorites, and story alerts. As always the characters you recognize do not belong to me, even though I wish it weren't so.

~19~

Edward POV-

Monday morning came all too soon. Thankfully I was able to sleep through the night without any disturbances though. My meeting with Mrs. Greenway was set for 2:00 the alarm clock I had now read 12:00. I was in no real hurry to get up as only Esme and Carlisle would be home, it being the first day of school and all that for Emmett and Alice.

Esme was reading in the living room when I came down after my shower.

"Good afternoon Edward." Esme said looking up from her book. "Do you want me to make you some lunch? Emmett and Alice are at school. Carlisle is still sleeping from his graveyard shift at the hospital, though he should be getting up soon."

"I can, um I can make my own lunch." I said not wanting to interrupt her reading. I left her in the living room and went into the kitchen to make my lunch. I threw a turnkey sandwich together rather quickly and ate in silence in the kitchen. After I was done I cleaned up my mess and headed towards my room.

I settled in at my desk as I opened my notebook; unconsciously I started to nibble on my lower lip as I brought pen to paper.

All Thats Jazz ~ E. Cullen, 8-16-10

Those piercing blue eyes of his….

Oh how they captivated me,

They watched and studied me

Throughout the night.

His blonde locks obstructing his vision

As they fall onto his face.

That perfect smile,

His bell like laugh,

The way my hand tingled from his touch.

His perfect face,

Muscled and unscarred arms,

What would it feel like to be held by that?

He's perfection you can touch,

With his baby blue eyes

And perfect blonde hair.

His slim muscled body

With its hard masculine lines.

And his perfect soul,

That I shouldn't blacken

With my dark past...

I stare at the poem that I had just finished. I couldn't help but wonder what it all truly means. It was obviously written about Jasper, but why would I feel such a pull towards him? It's not like we really know each other. I've met him once. So why is it that I can't stop thinking about him?

All these questions bombarded my mind as I read and reread the poem, only stopping when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in." I yell looking up to see who it may be.

"It's almost time to go to your appointment are you ready?" Carlisle said as his head came around the now slightly opened door.

"Yes dad, I was just writing. I'll be down in a few minutes." I said as I closed my notebook.

After he left I placed my notebook back inside my desk and grabbed a pair of shoes, putting them on before I headed down the stairs. The ride to the hospital didn't take long and soon I found myself in the familiar waiting room as Mrs. Greenway finished up her previous session. I couldn't help the nervousness I felt as I waited. My leg kept tapping, my hand kept finding itself running though my hair and I was nervously chewing on my bottom lip.

"Mr. Cullen? Mrs. Greenway will see you now." A secretary said directing me towards Ann's office.

"Hello Edward. Please have a seat." Ann said as she pulled out what looked to be my file. "How are you doing dear?"

"Hello Mrs. Greenway, I'm doing fine." I said unsure what exactly she was referring to when she asked how I was doing.

"Well then let us get started, shall we?" She said as she pulled a pen out of her hair and had it ready to start writing.

"How have you been sleeping, I see you are on sleep pills?" And off we go… I thought as she jumps straight into the asking of questions.

"I had a nightmare Saturday night; I had forgotten to take my pills. Other than that fine, if I remember to take the sleeping pills I sleep without any dreams." My voice was quivering slightly as I talked. I knew she would ask what it is that I had dreamed. I knew if I continued therapy I would have to recount all my nightmares and memories sooner or later. I mean that is the point of therapy, right? To work through and talk about the nightmares you have lived through.

The hour seemed shorter as we spent the entire time talking.

First we talked about the nightmare I had, then about my mother, then we talked about Phil.

I was glad when it was time to go, though she reminded me that she would see me Thursday, since we had agreed to meeting twice a week.

Carlisle was waiting for me when my appointment was done and we headed home right after.

"Edward, Emmett is the Quarterback on his high school football team; their first game is set as a home game next Friday. We normally go as a family, would you like to come? Rose and Jasper normally sit with us and Alice. I know Em would love for you to come."

I thought about what Carlisle was asking. Football games were normally loud with crazy fans yelling and going crazy. This being a small town with nothing else to do on a Friday night I would bet the stands would be completely full.

"Ok," I said after a few minutes. "I would enjoy watching Emmett's game." I could see a big smile spread across Carlisle's face as I spoke and I knew I had made the right decision.

The rest of the week was boring; with Alice and Emmett back in school there wasn't much to do during the day. Dad worked 50+ hours every week though with me home I know he was trying to cut down. I got to know Esme a lot during the week, even helping her with dinner and household chores. Thursday's therapy session went much like the prior one on Monday, and all too soon it was Thursday night.

Tomorrow would be Friday, also known as my 17th birthday. I would be lying if I didn't admit to being slightly uneasy about the thought of doing dinner out. I also got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach when I thought about Jasper coming to dinner. I wanted to see him again, this I knew. But I also knew that my dark past would put a damper on him, it's already put a hindrance on my family I can tell just by the way they tiptoe around me, around their own house.

AN: I aim to post again Thursday or Friday sometime. Thank you for reading. As always reviews are appreciated. The above poem was written by me. Not much happened in this chapter I know, but its setting up for his birthday dinner and such and you all get another poem :)