Wednesday rolled around and I was sitting in class with Edward. He was holding my hand in his lap and playing with my fingers.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" I asked when class was over.

"Nothing. My family is heading out of town to visit friends. I didn't want to go so I'm staying here."

"Would you like to spend it with me then? My dad is working the whole weekend and my mother lives in Florida. I'm just going to be hanging out around here."

"I would love nothing more then to spend Thanksgiving with you." He lifted my hand and kissed it.

It was quiet that night with Alice gone. It gave me too much time to worry about what I was going to say and what his response was going to be. I barely slept.

Morning came and I was overpowered with a case of nerves.

I didn't have to tell him today, I kept telling myself. It just had to be before Sunday afternoon.

I hopped in my truck and headed to the Cullens'. I drove slowly trying to prepare myself for what was coming. How do I get myself into these situations?

I walked up the steps to the house and raised my finger to push the bell and the door swung open.

Edward scooped me up in a hug and brought me into the house. "I'm so glad you're here!" He said placing a quick kiss on my lips.

My hands slid into his hair and pulled his lips back to mine. His arms tightened around my waist and brought me closer to his body.

We broke apart and he put his forehead to mine. "Bella?" He said breathless.

"Yes?"

"What do you want for dinner?" he said with a smirk and kissed my forehead.

"I have an idea." I said and took his hand and led him out to my truck. "Get in."

This was something that I had never done before. I had always been home for Thanksgiving or went to Florida to see my mom.

We pulled into the parking lot and Edward looked at me and laughed. "Seriously?"

We walked into "Dennys" and actually had to wait to be seated. Who knew that there would be so many people in here, on a holiday no less?

We got our table and ordered the Thanksgiving turkey dinner that they had on special for the night. The whole time Edward just kept shaking his head.

"What? There are people in this world that can't cook." I said with a serious look on my face, but I couldn't hold it. "This is ridiculous isn't it?"

Edward reached his hand across the table and placed it over mine. "This is the best Thanksgiving I've ever had." He said with a smirk.

I just rolled my eyes.

On the way back to the Cullen house, we decided to hit up 7/11 and get some junk food. Edward said that his mom never bought any good food at the grocery store because Emmett would just sit and eat it all. Apparently Emmett had a weight problem as a child. I couldn't wait to use this information on him once Edward and I were 'out in the open'.

We were sitting on the floor in the living room, after I had consumed too much sugar and could not sit still for one more second, I jumped up and ran over to the piano that was sitting in the corner of the room and pulled off the cover that was over it.

I sat down on the bench and started a horrible rendition of 'Chopsticks' when I felt two warm hands cover mine halting my movements.

"Bella, please stop torturing this poor piano." I couldn't help but laugh at the pitiful look he was giving the piano.

"I know another song. Hold on, let me remember how it goes…" I said while testing out the keys to see if I could remember.

"Jesus. 'Heart & Soul', really?" I nodded. It almost looked like he was in pain.

"Scoot over." He said trying to protect the instrument from anymore abuse.

He looked at me for a few seconds before he placed his hands on the keys. The look on his face was…indecision, I think. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and started to play.

I almost fell off the bench. It was beautiful. I just sat in wonder until he finished playing, and the last note cleared the air.

"Claire de Lune…" I whispered to myself.

He turned to face me with the biggest grin. "You know Debussy?"

"Yeah, it's one of my favorites."

"Mine too." And then I realized something.

"Edward, you don't even have any sheet music!" I noticed. "You played that by memory only?" I was impressed.

"I told you it was one of my favorites." I'm surprised he didn't add a 'duh' after it.

He played a little more, but stopped when I started to make, what he called 'saloon' requests, like the 'Entertainer". I didn't see what the problem was, but he would roll his eyes and shake his head like it was the worst thing ever imaginable.

He got up and took my hand to make me follow, and pulled me up the stairs.

Then we reached the room at the end of the hall. Edward's room. The room that was not on Emmett's initial tour of the house.

He opened the door and pulled me in. One of the walls was just a giant window. Another wall was shelves and shelves of CDs with a very impressive stereo system built into it. There was a black leather couch and then there was his bed. He had his own bathroom and a huge walk-in closet.

He walked in and plopped himself down on the couch. "Look around and find a CD to listen to. I can't continue the show from downstairs and still be respected in the music community." He snorted.

"I don't even know where to start." I said staring at all of the available choices. I found a CD of my liking and put it in the player. Edward used the remote to make it start. I couldn't figure out the controls on the console. I sat down by him on the couch and yawned and put my head on his shoulder. "It's getting late. I should head home."

"You don't have to! I mean, we have a guest room. You can stay the weekend…if…you know…you want to." He looked alarmed at his sudden outburst.

"Um…Ok…we could go to my house in the morning and I could get some clothes and stuff. I guess I could just sleep in this." I said gesturing to my current apparel.

"I'm sure we have something around here that you could wear tonight." He said as he walked into his closet.

He came out with a t-shirt in one hand and some shorts in the other.

I stood and walked over to collect the clothes. "I think that these will do, thanks." And I walked into the bathroom to change.

I pulled his t-shirt over my head and was overwhelmed with his scent. The shirt smelled so good. He smelled so good.

I came out of the bathroom to find Edward had changed also. He was now wearing a dark grey t-shirt and navy blue pajama pants.

I smiled. He was really letting his guard down tonight. I was still giddy inside over the whole piano show. But then I was consumed with dread over the inevitable conversation that I was going to have to have before the end of the weekend.

He noticed the change in my expression. "Are you Ok? You don't have to stay if you don't want to. My feelings won't be hurt or anything." He assured me.

"No, No. I'm fine. I was just thinking that I would like to stay in here, with you, tonight if that's Ok. I just want to be close to you." I did want to stay in here with him. This could easily be the last few days that I would be around him. I was going to lose him before our weekend was up.

"I'd like it if you stayed with me." He said looking down at the floor. "Are you ready to go to sleep?"

"Uh huh."

I climbed into the bed and melted into the softness of it.

He walked around to the other side and pulled up the covers to get in. He looked nervous. I was freaking him out, I think. He reached over and turned the light off.

We laid there facing each other for a few minutes not talking. I reached out and pushed his hair out of his face and left my hand on his cheek. He put his own hand over mine and turned his face and kissed my palm.

I scooted closer and he wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled up under his chin and let sleep take over.

The next morning I was woken up by Edward humming and running his fingers lazily through my hair. I smiled at the sensation.

"Good morning…" I said as I stretched and put my arm around his torso.

"Good morning. Would you like me to make breakfast for you?"

"You cook?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes. Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean that I can't cook. Geez, give me some credit." He said with mock hurt.

"Ok then. Bacon and eggs…no, wait…pancakes! No, French toast, yeah French toast."

"Um…I may have…possibly…Ok you got me. I really can only make one thing. I didn't think that you would list off every breakfast food known to man!"

"Hmm…you were trying to trick me. I see how it is. Well, what can you make?"

"Omelets. That is if we actually have all of the ingredients." He chuckled and brought out that crooked grin.

"Edward Cullen! You are something else mister." I scolded him and playfully hit him in the chest.

I got out of bed and changed back into my clothes from yesterday in the bathroom. I found a comb in one of the drawers and laughed to myself thinking of Alice's comment. I tried to straighten out my tangled hair and decided to just put it up in a loose pony tail.

When I came out, Edward was just walking out of his closet in a fresh set of clothes. "Shall we?" He said holding out his hand to me. I gladly took it and we walk down to the kitchen.

"I guess we should actually call this meal brunch since it is almost noon." He stated while rummaging through the fridge.

Luckily for me, and Edward for that matter, the kitchen held the ingredients needed to prepare Edward's omelets. He immediately began cooking. I watched and was impressed by how serious he was over cooking these things. Once finished he slid mine onto a plate and placed it in front of me. It was good.

After we finished eating I picked up the plates and put them in the sink. "That was actually pretty good for a boy." I teased.

"Seriously Bella, you are wounding my ego." He pouted.

I walked over and put my arms around him. I let go after a few minutes and went to the sink and started running water to clean the dishes. I filled the sink up half way with soapy water and started to clean up the dirty plates.

He was leaning up against the counter watching me. "Aren't you going to help?" I said. "You are really going to make me, a guest, clean all of the dishes?"

"Yep." Was all he said with a smug look on his face. I couldn't help it. I reached into the soapy water and scooped up some of the suds and flicked them at him.

He stood up strait with his hands on his hips staring me in the eye. He reached for the spray hose in the sink and held it out in front of me without breaking eye contact.

"I'm not afraid of you." I stated still looking him in the eye.

"You really shouldn't have said that." He said stepping towards me with the hose with an amused smile playing on his lips.

"You wouldn't dare…" I glared at him. And he did.

I shrieked and ran from the kitchen. Before I reached the living room I turned back facing the kitchen to see if he had followed.

He came jogging around the corner with a stupid grin on his face.

I was walking backwards slowly keeping an eye on him in case he had something up his sleeve. When he stopped dead in his tracks and his face fell and went to stone. "Wha-"I started, but I was cut off.

"Bella? What are you doing here?" A familiar voice said.

I whipped my head around to find a confused Carlisle and Esme standing not 6 feet away from me. Why are they here? It was only Friday!

"I...uh..." I turned my attention back to what mattered most. Edward.

He was looking between me and his parents. The blank look on his face turned to confusion and then to disgust in a blink of an eye.

"Edward, please…" was all I could get out before he turned quickly and stormed back towards the kitchen. I heard glass breaking, a loud thud and a string of expletives.

The back door slammed. I started crying. I heard the sound of a motorcycle starting and speeding away.

I walked slowly towards the kitchen. There was broken glass all over the floor. It had to have been the glasses that we had just used at breakfast. The glass was mixed with the remains of our orange juice.

The wall that was next to the back door had a hole in the drywall the size of Edward's fist.

I leaned my forehead against the window on the back door.

"What have I done?"