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We walked into a bright white room with that was surprisingly modern in contrast with the rest of the older styled house. It had a nearly whole wall dedicated just to CDs but right in the centre, there was a plasma TV with a professional music system neatly tucked underneath. The room was messy, but in a strangely neat way. There was a black leather sofa with a white desk next to it, matching the rooms black and white theme perfectly. He sat me down carefully on the sofa and then sat down on my left side. I glanced over at the desk to see a reading light, a pot of pens and loads of books piled up and spread over it. The some of the books were open with pages and pages of writing in them, I guess he saw me staring at them.

"They're journals. I like to write about my life." He answered simply, shrugging.

"That's... amazing." He looked over to me and laughed.

"Thanks."

"So I take it this is where you spend most of your time?" I asked glancing at the CD wall.

"Correct. Not that I don't like spending time with my family, I just feel like... I can escape from reality and have time to myself up here."

"Ah." Was all I managed to get out. Well done Bella. Smart response. "When are you going to tell me why you don't have a bed?"

"When were you planning on telling what happened to you?" He shot back, stroking a bruise on my cheek with a clear smirk on his face. I had to mentally shake my head to snap myself out of the daze I was in.

"I fell."

"It's a sofa bed."

We carried on talking for ages. We even did a quickfire question round. I think we know eachother a lot better but despite this, I found a way to yawn, even though I wasn't ready for bed. I just wanted to talk to him all night.

"I think you should go to bed."

"Yeah, that might be a good idea. Could you just bring me my crutches-" Then I was suddenly in his arms again, quicker than I thought was even possible. I felt my face go into a shocked expression, I was about to ask how when I decided it was probably my imagination. I just glared up at him, and, yet again, he smirked at me with a strange, surreal kindness there.

"Sorry. Its more convenient for us both, am I right?"

"Sort of, but I can walk a little bit... Or I can just hop." He just laughed at me and held me tighter to his chest. He carried me down the hallway and into 'my' room. He lay me carefully down and left the room without another word. I sighed and relaxed into my bed. A little over five minutes later, Esme walked in with a plate of food and a book, Edward strode in a few seconds after with a glass of water.

"Here you go, sweetheart." Esme smiled kindly as she lay the plate of food on my lap and put the book on my bedside table.

"How did you know to get me 'Wuthering Heights'?" I asked her, surprised.

"Edward told me it was your favourite." I glanced to Edward and he winked at me. "Goodnight."

"Night Esme, thank you for everything, and thank your family for me."

"I will, sleep well Bella." She kissed my forehead, glanced at Edward quickly and left us alone. As the door shut, Edward turned to me with a crooked smile on his face that literally took my breath away. He was so beautiful, it dazzled me. I really have no idea what my face looked like because I began laughing at me.

"Are you okay?" He made his way over to me.

"Uh, y-yeah" I stuttered. Bella, you're cool. He chuckled at me, set my water down and sat next to me. He looked down into my eyes about to say something but then he stopped himself. I just stared into his eyes; it was like I could see right through them and into his soul. His butterscotch eyes had a soft, loving feel but at the same time a confused and angry hint. I'm sure we were only staring for a short time, but the moment felt like it was to last for hours. I realised I was leaning closer and closer to him. I think he realised the exact same moment as I did because suddenly, his expression turned strained.

"Goodnight." He whispered. He stood up and headed for the door. Turning and smiling at me as he closed it gently. I couldn't stop staring at the door, even though I knew he'd gone. I shook my head and looked down at my food, my stomach growling. I'd forgotten I hadn't eaten in at least a day and the last meal I'd had was miniscule. So I tucked into the best meal I'd ever had.

The next week went by so quickly. Carlisle and Esme continued to believe (or at least pretend to) the story that my dad knew I was here, I had amazing food each day and I'd begun to feel like part of their family though I was completely different. I spent lots of time with Rosalie and Alice. They watched films with me, brought me a new wardrobe of clothes that looked like they belonged on a runway in Paris (I preferred sweats and jumpers, but who was I to complain?) and we had fun doing various different things. Carlisle and Esme were like my parents. They took care of me, like proper parents. I even hung out with Jasper and Emmett. They taught me how to play baseball, of course I didn't actually play, they just taught me the rules. But I spent most of my time with Edward. We didn't do much. He took me out for dinner, we studied together and spent time, just, talking. We knew each other pretty well apart from the few lies I told about my life at home and I was 99% sure he was telling some too. The more time I spent with the family, the more observant and curious I found myself becoming. They weren't normal. They were something different; they moved faster, they were stronger and far more beautiful than any other humans I'd ever met. But I couldn't dwell on that because tomorrow, I was leaving.