Disclaimer: Unforch for me, I don't own Twilight, sob.

Playlist:

Metro Station – Seventeen Forever

3Oh3! – Don't Trust Me

Calvin Harris - Acceptable in the 80's

The Stranglers – Golden Brown

Siouxsie & the Banshees – Happy House

Tokio Hotel – Ready, Set, Go

All American Rejects – I Wanna

I woke with my head wedged in Edward's armpit. I sat up quickly and looked at him, glad that I hadn't woke him. The bruise from where he'd been hit last night had darkened considerably and looked rather painful. I couldn't help but notice how different he looked when he was asleep. Gone was the tough guy image, replaced by a young and innocent face. I'd often read in books how people look different when they were asleep, but to be honest, I'd always thought it was a load of bull. How wrong I was, I noted as I looked at Edward. His hair was falling into his face and his mouth was slightly open. And for some reason, I found my self fighting the urge to place my lips on his.

I pulled back the covers carefully so as not to wake him and crept out of bed grabbing my dressing gown off the hanger on my door. The stairs creaked loudly as I walked down it, something I'd never noticed before. It's funny how when you have to be quiet you always end up making more noise then you'd thought possible. Opening the fridge I surveyed its contents grabbing a packet of sausages from the bottom shelf. I yawned as I added some oil to the pan and let it heat. I wanted to cook Edward breakfast as a thank you for last night.

Last night we'd talked for hours, mostly about nothing, just everyday things. He told me about this party he'd went to when he'd first started high school and he'd gotten drunk out of his head and had jumped in the icy cold pool in the neighbours house fully dressed. When I'd asked why, he said Emmett had dared him to. We talked about teachers we'd had in Elementary and Middle school. We'd laughed about how every year Carlisle begged Edward to run for student body president. But the one topic we'd avoided was what had happened earlier that night. It had hung in the air lie a bad smell. Edward didn't apologize for storming out, and I didn't apologize about forgetting I'd had other plans that evening.

I placed the sausages in the pan careful to avoid the spitting fat before pouring two glasses of orange juice and setting them down on the table along with plates and cutlery. I was just popping the bread into the toaster when I heard someone.

"Hey," Edward said; I jumped; I hadn't heard him come downstairs. "It's only me." He was still wearing the crumpled shirt he'd wore in bed last night unlike me who'd already changed for bed when he'd come back. "Something smells good." I nodded.

"I made sausages." I said, stating the obvious pointing the fork I'd been using to turn them towards the pan. Walking over he examined them.

"I think these are about done." He said smiling at me. I looked over myself; they were seconds away from being classed at burnt. I quickly took them off the heat and went over to the table. I put them on our plates and laid the frying pan back into the sink.

"You want some coffee?" I said.

"Yeah, thanks." I took two mugs out of the press as he sat down. The kettle boiled and I poured them, grabbing the toast out of the toaster I set them both down on the table. Edward took the mug I'd offered him and drank deeply from it.

"No sugar or milk?" I asked reaching for the carton of milk beside me before adding a considerable amount to my own.

"Nah, not for me. I like mine to have a bit of a kick. It helps me wake up." He said smirking and running his hands through his unruly bronze hair. I couldn't help but notice how the sun coming in through the window caught it. God I wanted to run my hands through it.

"You didn't have to make all this for me." Edward said picking up his fork.

"I know. I just felt bad about last night. You know things with Jacob and stuff. You don't have to tell me or anything, but what happened with you guys?" I asked unsure of whether this over stepped the boundaries of our newly formed treaty. Sighing, he took a deep breath before starting the story.

"I've told you about how my parent's weren't very good people, right?" Edward said, I nodded and he continued. "Well you see, Carlisle was my father's doctor. That's how they met. My father was a hard core drug addict. I was born in Chicago but when I was seven we moved down to Seattle. One day my parent's were due to meet up with the guy who gave them their drugs. When they were on their way back they pulled into a lay-by to inject then stayed driving. They crashed into another car. Somehow they were fine but the driver of the other car wasn't. Jacob's mother died because of them." I covered my mouth with my hand, hardly believing the story.

"When the cops came they realised my parent's were addicts and I was taken off of them and put into the system. I wasn't there long though, Carlisle and Esme found out and decided to adopt me. My parent's signed away all their rights to me and I officially became a Cullen. Last year though, I was down at a party in La Push with some friends and Jacob was there. I don't know how he knew who I was, maybe someone told him, his father? I don't know but he came at me and punched me. He just wouldn't understand that I wasn't even there, it wasn't my fault. I couldn't just stand there and take it so I hit him back harder. Ever since then we've hated each other." I reached over and covered his hand with mine. He'd been through so much. I know my child hood hadn't been easy; by parents divorced when I was young and my Mom was a bit of a flake, though a lovable one, but mine was nothing compared to his.

"Thanks for telling me." I said, I didn't know what else to say. "I'm sorry that happened to you." He intertwined his fingers with mine and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks for listening."

Author's Note: Okay, first off, I want to apologize for the hiatus from this story. I know I hate it when the author of a story I'm reading suddenly stops posting. It's a total pain in the ass. Lately I've suffered from extreme writer's block in the story and had no clue what to write. I was also focusing on two fic's I am writing for the Darkest Powers Series. I'm sorry to all the people who've left reviews asking me to update and I hope y'all forgive me.

Let me know what everybody thinks of this chapter! I know it didn't exactly end on a cliff hanger, but I thought the story needed some more Edward/Bella fluff! Check out some of my other stories too, okay? Jennifer