AN: Okay. Next chapter.

Onward!

Edward's Point of View

Bella and I walked up the stairs.

"I'm sorry about Emmett. He's just… odd."

"Its fine," and she smiled at me. I tried to subtract the scars that pinch up when she smiles, but my imagination is only so strong. I turned away before she could see my grimace.

As I slowed my pace to match hers, I felt odd. I soon realized it was guilt; but over what? What did I do that was worth guilt? I thought back but I couldn't think of anything. What could it be?

Bella's Point of View

I don't think he knew, but I saw his grimace… I didn't understand why, but I felt a pang in my chest; which is irrational, because I just met him.

I signed, and Edward looked at me funny. I shook my head and concentrated on walking up the stairs.

Edward confused me on the highest level… At times, he was awesome. His basketball skills amazed me. And even though I let him win, I've been playing for over 10 years.

I stopped suddenly, as I remembered something that dawned onto me.

"Bella?"

I was pulled out of my trance by a voice. I looked up to Edward's questioning stare.

"Can I borrow your phone?" I asked suddenly.

"Uh, yeah… Sure…" He said slowly, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

I took it from his outstretched hand, and started to dial the familiar number.

"Thank you," I said as I waited for her to pick up.

"No problem…"

The dial tone rang one more time before I heard a confused, "Hello?"

"Hello," I said happily.

"Hey Bella," I heard as a reply. I smiled wider. Clara always had a way of knowing if it was me who was on the phone. When I asked, she sounded appalled that I made the notion that she wouldn't know who it was.

"I haven't spoken to my dad yet, and I haven't put any more minutes on my phone, but I will tonight. I'm using my neighbor's phone, so I can't talk long."

"I really want to see you Bella…"

"I know… I want to see you too," I replied, looking down.

"Bella, you know you could have stayed with my family…"

"I know, but I can't go back now."

"I know… Bella? I have to go," she told me, and I mouthed the words, "I have to go," as she spoke them.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I told her. "Bye Clara…"

"Goodbye Bella… I love you."

"I love you too," I replied, and waited for her to hang up the phone. "Thank you, again," I said as I handed him the phone.

"Sure…" He said, and then he looked like he went off in his own world. I decided not to bother him. I knew what it's like to be off in a different world.

I faintly wondered what he was thinking… But it was a fleeting thought. I kept walking as well as he did, and as soon as we reached the top, he turned right.

"My room is right here," he told me gesturing to the tall wooden door. I looked over at the end of the hall to the right; there was a door, the last one. "That's the guest room."

I nodded, and looked away.

"Uh, Bella?" Edward asked. I looked back at him and he was holding the door open for me.

"Thank you," I said, my steps sounded on the light wooden floor as I walked into the room. It was large, and it had a queen bed in the middle of the room pressed against the wall on the far right. It had a thick golden comforter and four large pillows and one small pillow in the center. I fleetingly noticed that the bed was made to perfection. My gaze trailed to the wall around the bed, and it was filled all around the bed with shelves and shelves of CD's. I looked over to the farthest "wall" from the door. It was completely glass, and it looked onto the huge yard. I could faintly see a stream, from where I stood. On the right wall was a long black leather couch. In front of the couch was a coffee table, and on either sides of the couch were two tall book shelves. And on the wall next to the door there was a large desk holding a printer, and a lap top. Next to the desk was a large stereo system.

My assessment was cut off when Edward offered me the rolling chair from his desk. "Thank you," I repeated. I sat down after Edward let go of the chair, and was sent rolling back a few feet. I used my feet to spin me around, and when my feet stopped me, my body kept going.

"So, tell me about yourself," I said, my head still rolling. I tried to focus on his eyes, as he started to speak.

"Only if you tell me about yourself," he said with a look in his eyes.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" I responded.

"Want to play 20 questions?" He asked me. I nodded, and he continued. "Umm… What's your favorite color?"

"It changes," I said, avoiding the question. "What's with your hair?"

"What?" He looked confused, and reached up to touch his hair.

"Never mind," I said and waited for him to ask a question in return.

"Tell me something I don't know about you?"

My mind instantly went to my tattoos and my piercings, but I mentally shook my head. No, they're not a secret, but telling one person in Forks, leads to telling the whole town. So I thought of one of my pet peeves, "I hate it when people eat with their mouths open. Tell me something I don't know about you?"

"Hmm…" He trailed off in thought.

And we continued like that. We learned a lot about each other. Like how he's been playing basketball for eight years and he wants to become a doctor. His worst habit is running his hand through his hair. He even showed me his birthmark on his lower stomach.

And that's how his parents and my dad walked in; him sitting on his bed and my in front of him with my hand on his muscled stomach, saying, "It looks like an eye brow!" And I laughed.

"Ahem?" I heard and turned around looking at my dad and his parents.

"Bella, it's time to go home. I have a surprise for you," my dad told me with a sparkle in his eye.

"Okay dad, I'll be down in a second," I told him, dropping the hint that he should leave. He nodded, and our parents left the room and I turned to Edward.

"I'll see you tomorrow, thanks for having me over," I told him. I looked at him in the eyes, and then looked away. "Bye." And I left, thinking of the odd look he gave me.

AN: It's done!