Previously: "I suppose," he said then smiled. "Will you do me the honors of allowing me to escort you downstairs my lady?" He asked in a phony British accent and held his hand out for me to take.

I took his hand and in an equally phony accent said, "Why of course my good sir." I grinned at him, all my pearly whites showing.

Bella's POV:

"That was great Charlie." Carlisle said at the end of the baseball game the guys had been watching. Esme and I were teasing them throughout the game with how involved they got. Guys and there sports. "Thanks for having us over, we have to do this again sometime soon. Maybe my house next time, it's been a while since you've seen it."

"You have to go so soon?" Charlie asked.

Carlisle chuckled. "It's not all that soon, it's ten if you didn't realize, I have a big surgery tomorrow, can't be tired for something like that. I don't think my patient would be very pleased if I messed up."

"You'll probably see Bella there sometime soon." Edward told him only half-joking.

I gave him a stubborn look, "Will not."

"Will too," he argued.

"Will not."

"Will too."

"Will not,"

"Will too."

Will N—"

"Bells, we all know Edward's right." He said.

Edward laughed. "Vie me five Papa Swan!" They high-fived. Charlie seemed to really like Edward and vice versa.

I crossed my arms, "Humph."

Edward rolled his eyes. "You better give me a hug before I have to go. I didn't take my own car."

I sat there stubbornly as Carlisle and Esme were gathering their stuff. Edward just looked at me. Finally, I sighed and stood up. "I couldn't not say goodbye to my bestest buddy Eddie." I told him holding him tight. His arms felt right around me, as if it were supposed to stay that way.

He cringed at the nickname. I smiled smugly, just the reason I made an effort to call him that. "My name's not Eddie, just Edward."

"Fine then, my bestest buddy Edward." I repeated.

"Much better," he said and kissed my cheek. "See you later." Once he left I touched my hand to my cheek. That was the second time his lips met my skin. That's gotta mean something, right?

Wrong. He would never want someone like me. I mean sure, I'm okay looking and thin, but I'm nowhere near as funny as him, and he's absolutely amazing. I'm just…well, just Bella. He obviously likes me as a friend, but I'm sure not for anything else.

I think the kiss put thoughts into my head. I have to keep telling myself that it wasn't because he liked me that way; he was trying to prove something to Alice. That's it. Then why do I keep thinking it's more? Because of the tenderness of the kiss, or was that just in my head, maybe he didn't feel anything at all during it. That was probably all true, he was probably thinking, 'she's my best friend, she wont mind if I show Alice off, we'll laugh about it later.'"

After ten minutes of daydreaming I decided to take a shower. I walked past Charlie who was yelling at the computer.

I laughed. "What did the computer ever do to you?"

He blushed a bit. "I'm trying to find some old friends from high school…on Facebook, but I can't figure it out." His eyebrows furrowed.

Giggling I showed him how to search people and told him I was going to go upstairs.

I grabbed my favorite towel out of the cabinet. It was a really big, soft, baby blue one with my name written in cursive in white with clouds floating around it. As long as it's clean I use it.

I turned the shower on full blast and made the water extra hot. I stepped under the water and inhaled the steam. Hot showers always made me relax and calm down. My relaxation was ruined when I heard the phone ring and Charlie get it. There was lots of mumbling after that but I couldn't make out the words because of the shower, and he was downstairs.

My shower lasted about another 15 minutes. I wrapped my big towel around my body and tucked it under my arms so it wouldn't fall down. I made my way into my room and picked around through my clothes to find my favorite pair of pajamas. A navy blue tank top with matching sweats. If you haven't noticed, I'm a big fan of blue.

I turned my radio up loud and started to sing along with the song Scars by Papa Roach. Great song, look it up if you've never heard it. My towel was still wrapped tightly around me. All my clothes were laid out on my bed as I brushed and blew dry my wet hair. After I finished with that I closed the curtains of my window so no one would be able to see me getting changed.

Just as I let my towel drop to the floor my door flung open and in came Edward.

"Oh my gosh!" we both screamed at the same time as I quickly grabbed my towel and covered myself as much as I could. He just stood there staring. "Uh, could you please like, not look?!" I exclaimed. God, embarrassing much?

He jumped as if he had been in a trance. "Oh, right, sorry," he covered his eyes as he backed out of the door. I heard him stumble backwards and fall into something. I couldn't see him anymore so I couldn't tell what he fell into. I tucked the towel under my arms again so I could make sure he was okay.

Once I got in the hallway I couldn't help but laugh at what I saw. He was partly under a huge metal ladder that we had been using to hang our clothes…..that wasn't its original purpose; Charlie had wanted to paint the outside and didn't want his "special ladder to rust." They were his words I swear. He was tangled in the clothes.

"More awkward stuff," he said giving up trying to get it off of him. That thing was really damn heavy! I don't see how Charlie could get up on it.

"Told you there were a lot of possibilities," I said sighing. I tucked the towel tighter under my one side and offered him my hand to help him up…..the only problem is, he's a lot taller than me and a lot heavier. By trying to help him up, I ended up losing my balance and falling—get this—right on top of him, in my wet towel. Is there even a possibility for anything more awkward?

It was a bit painful though to tell you the truth, since he was covered by the ladder my hip was banged against one of the points and my feet were caught in one of the sections, therefore, I couldn't get up either…unless I wanted to break my feet.

"Oh god, how red is my face?" I asked, trying to get up but failing.

"Like a tomato…..or redder." He chuckled awkwardly. "Can you get up? Cause, I can't really with both you and the ladder on top of me." He wiggled a little from under me; at least I'm not heavy.

"Uhm, not really, my feet are kinda stuck in between the bars."

"Uh, so if you can't get up on your own…and I can't get you off…there's only one thing to do." He said, looking even more uncomfortable than before. He sounded so serious about it which made me crack a smile.

I then realized what he was talking about and groaned. "Please don't be thinking what I think your thinking." Please don't say it, please don't say it, please don't say it!

"Well, confusing way of putting that, but I think I am. We have to call your dad." He told me.

He said it. I groaned again, "Why?"

"Do you want to stay like this?"

"No," Yes, I thought, but wouldn't dare let myself say that. Just because I was embarrassed about the whole situation—and in a tiny bit of pain from the bar—didn't mean I'm not happy about it. "I'm not going to call him, go ahead."

He rolled his eyes, "Papa Swan!" he called then whispered, "Maybe if we are really nice, he won't hold this against us."

I giggled but nodded.

Charlie started talking while he was walking up the stairs, "I heard lots of noise up here, is everything okay? I figured it was since you guys kept talking," he said then actually saw us. Me—naked besides my towel and practically straddling Edward—and Edward who was underneath my body and partly covered by the hamper with the most adorable expression on his face, half scared to death and the other half amused. "Uhm, Bells, is there something I should know…?"

"No!" Edward and I exclaimed at once. Edward cleared his throat. "Uh, well I walked in on Bella getting dressed." Why would he say that? How dumb is he? Does he have a brain?

Charlie's eyes shot open at this and Edward noticed, "I mean, I did it on accident, I wouldn't have if I knew she was getting dressed, even is she just had a bra on it would have been better." Okay, let me answer my previous questions. He would say that because he is an absolute idiot, he is insanely dumb, and no, he doesn't have a brain!

It seemed like Charlie's eyes kept getting bigger with each word that left his mouth. "I mean, I mean, not that I would walk in on her like that either, but I'm saying….Oh never mind. Can you just get her off of me so I can explain the rest?" He seemed to have worried eyes and kept glancing downstairs. Charlie does own a gun…..I would probably be afraid too if I was in his situation, instead I was just mortified.

Charlie nodded but still looked skeptically at him. He unwound my feet from the bar.

Once I was standing upright and I had my towel more securely under me, Edward continued. "Okay so the whole walking in on thing," he glanced at Charlie. "So, I started backing up with my eyes closed and since I couldn't see I backed into this huge metal, deathtrap of a ladder!" I laughed, he would find a way to make this less awkward, he's good at making things into jokes. "So then, she tried to help me up 'cause I got stuck, but then she fell and got her feet caught in the ladder, so really it was just a big mistake." He was breathless by the end of his little rant.

Charlie seemed satisfied by this answer because he nodded and said, "Okay, but Bells, next time fall on someone when you have clothes on."

My face got bright red…….again. "I'll do my best." I told him.

"That's all I can ask for," He said simply. We all just stood there until Charlie finished, "Go get dressed, then you can do what you have to do."

"Okay, you stay right here, don't move, don't turn the knob, and don't do anything. Understand?" I told him pointing to the area right in front of the door to my room.

"Yes, mother," he said.

"Very good," I closed the door. I quickly got changed into my pajamas and made my hair look semi decent. I didn't have enough time to make myself look great. "Come in!" I called, "I'm decent!"

He peered into my room slowly as if expecting something to pop out and scare him, but it was just me. I was sitting on my computer chair, one of those chairs that spin around. I was spinning myself when he finally got all the way in.

"Back so soon, eh? Couldn't keep away from me, right?" I joked.

"Yeah, that's exactly why." He said rolling his eyes. "Actually, I left my cell phone here." He pointed to my night stand which held his Blackberry. I hadn't even noticed it there.

"Oh, because God forbid you don't have your phone for one day….or night really."

He pretended to look hurt as he put his hand over his heart, "You know that's not possible, my phone is my life, my life I tell you!"

"Alright," I started, "So you're a girl now? I've never once heard a guy say something like that." I giggled. That's the kind of stuff Angela would have said, nothing any guy should say. Thinking of Angela…..I have to call her soon.

He shrugged, "I have multiple personalities."

"Should I be expecting some kind of alter ego from you that will come to my house and kill me in my sleep?"

"Not that I know of," he said thinking. He looked dead serious. "But, I mean, don't those nut cases not remember anything from their alter ego? Like, maybe I'm the one that's causing all those disturbances in town." Much to my relief his expression changed to joking. I was a little nervous at first.

This sparked my interest. Disturbances? Why haven't I heard anything about them? "What are you talking about?"

He shrugged as he pulled out a pack of gum from his pocket. "Want some?"

"Sure," I said grabbing a piece of it and putting it in my mouth, mmm, minty fresh. "So, what are you talking about? And, don't just shrug."

"Like a week before you moved here there's been some burglary's. Nothing ever huge, I think the biggest was someone reported 100 dollars missing and someone else reported some of their jewelry but not even real gems, not that it gives whoever's doing it right to do it but still. And, they took a few people's phone book, no clue why they couldn't just go buy one, guess they were really trying to find someone's number." He shrugged again. "Probably just a bunch of teenagers, nothing to worry about, just make sure your doors are locked."

He stopped talking for a second and it gave me time to think. Why would someone want a phone book? That's just strange.

"Oh, and if both your dad and you aren't home, make sure the TV is on or a radio or something, and some lights; just to make it look like someone's home. The robber seems to only go to houses without people because no one's ever even had a chance to catch him."

I nodded, a little scared now, with my luck I'd be the one exception to the whole only going to people not home thing.

He brought my closer, "Hey, don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing, the guy might not even be around anymore, no one's had anything missing since last week. Probably out of town right now, he can't be expecting much in a little town like this. He knows he'll get caught soon enough."

I nodded. "Okay." I tried to make my voice sound confident, but I had a bad feeling about this.

A/N: heey guys! I know that was a bit of a strange chapter, but I wanted some humor in it and the ending I sort of needed for what's going to happen next. Any ideas of what's going to happen with the robber? PLEASE REVIEW!