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BPOV

I was pretty hungry for food, and for Edward, so I said, why the heck not? It was Tuesday, and I had a ton of homework to do, but people like Edward didn't just ask me out everyday. So I said yes. And I called Charlie to let him know I would be at Jessica's because he would freak if he ever knew I was with a guy, especially Edward Cullen.

And at that, Edward just gave me a questioning look and I told him,

"Nothing personal, Edward. But Charlie already has high blood pressure, no need to make it worse."

He just shrugged it off and asked,

"So where do you want to eat?"

"Umm. The closest place is the diner but Charlie's friends will be there so that's not an option. And there isn't anything until Port Angeles so maybe another time? It's Tuesday and I've already wasted so much of your day, maybe you should just drop me off at school so I can pick up my truck."

Of course I didn't want to leave Edward, but he had already spent the day with my pathetic self and I'm sure he had better things to do…

"Are you kidding? Your stomach's been growling for hours now and it sound like it's just about ready to get revenge unless you feed it soon. That's okay, I know a good place. And there's no fucking way you're driving in your condition."

Hah. So Edward wanted to spend more time with me. So despite my blushing because of my stupid bodily functions, I couldn't help but throw Edward a smile.

EPOV

So maybe I was crossing a line. Bella didn't know it yet, but I was going to take her to my house. I figured I could just make us some dinner and bring her home nice and fed. After all, Esme's never-ending shifts had taught me how to fend for myself and cook a thing or two. Nothing extravagant or from scratch, but I could manage pasta and meat balls. Hopefully Bella wasn't a vegetarian? To try and figure that out, I decided to ask her what her favorite food was.

"So what's your favorite food?"

"If I said ice cream, would that count?"

And I just chuckled. Figures. Bella would like something childish that didn't even count as real food. But I couldn't help but feel excited because I remembered Esme had stocked up the freezer this past weekend with a lifetime supply of Ben and Jerry's all flavor ice creams. Let's just say what weed did for me, ice cream did for Esme. It soothed her and made her minutely more happy so I wasn't complaining.

We finally got to the trail off the main road which marked the beginning of my driveway and went down the bendy drive.

I parked the car in front of the garage and looked at Bella.

No, I really looked at Bella. I was going to ask if my house was okay, but I kinda got lost in Bella's face. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and her lips, that looked fucking delicious, were slightly parted as if she were about to say something.

I had to reluctantly blink and snap myself out of my trance to fill Bella in on what the fuck was going on.

"This is my house," I paused to gauge her reaction but she kept her face emotionless so I kept going. "I thought we could just eat here? I know how to cook, a little…"

BPOV

NO WAY. Edward wanted to cook for me? He had NO idea what he was doing to me! Such a nice gesture and I could only smile, nod, and follow him out of the car and into his house.

Edward's house. I didn't know how relationships usually worked, but I'm pretty sure it took some time to escalate to the in-each-other's-houses phase. Which made me feely all giddy inside because that meant we were that much farther in whatever our relationship was.

His house was beautiful. And after meeting Esme today, I realized that anything even remotely related to Edward was beautiful.

Edward just led me into his kitchen silently and suddenly turned, right beyond the entry-way. I embarrassingly bumped into him and he caught me before I could fall back with a tight grip on both my arms. I bit my lip and looked up at him to see if he was annoyed or angry, but he just smiled. I was amusing him, yet again.

"So Bella… do you eat meat?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs?"

And I just snorted. I could do WAY better than that and I couldn't wait to show off my cooking expertise to Edward.

"How about I cook and you watch?"

"And what can you cook that is better than spaghetti and meatballs?"

"Chicken parm," I said matter-of-factly.

And right after the words rolled off my tongue, Edward gave this look of desperation, of longing, of need. So he wanted chicken parm. And I couldn't help just feeling all giddy inside all over again.

"Okay," he said defeatedly, but I knew from his eyes that he would have picked chicken parm over spaghetti and meatballs any day.

So Edward gave me what I needed and I put a decent meal together, complete with salad and garlic bread in less than an hour. I was pretty proud of myself.

And Edward looked hungry, even more hungry than I felt, if that was possible. So we ate at his kitchen table pretty silently while scarfing down our food. If anyone saw us, they would think we hadn't eaten in years they way we were shoving it down.

But finally we finished and he repeatedly told me how good I was at cooking and told me he would wash the plates. While he was doing that, I excused myself to the bathroom, which he pointed out to me, because I really had to pee. What would come next, I wasn't really prepared for.

So I relieved myself and washed my hands but I was curious so I couldn't help but look behind the shower curtain where I found nothing out of the ordinary, just some shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Then I looked in the cabinets beneath the sink, and I just froze.

Because stuffed in the middle of every extra roll of toilet paper was a bag of weed, and there were about twenty rolls. I just gaped.

That's when Edward knocked on the door and asked if I was okay.

No. I was not okay. Edward's problem was a lot bigger than I had originally thought. The only reason he would have that much weed was because either he was dealing it or smoking it in massive amounts. Either way, it was bad.

Fuck. I needed to compose myself and put on an innocent face. I wasn't sure that Edward would want me to know about his stash and I didn't want to bring it up because, after all, we had only known each other for five days and he might not want to share that with me.

I opened the door, and as hard as I tried to compose myself, I started crying. Crying for Edward. Crying for sweet Esme. And crying because life had to be so fucking unfair all the time.

EPOV

The first thing I saw when she opened the door were the fucking tears again. And they fucking broke me. But I had to keep myself composed so I could find out what the fuck was wrong with her. So I decided I would start by asking.

"Woah, Bella, what's wrong?"

"Do you smoke, a lot?"

What the fuck? What did my habits have to do with anything? And shit, she knew?

"Why?"

"Just, do you?"

I decided early on I wouldn't lie. I couldn't.

"Yeah."

And she just started sobbing harder. I didn't know what to do because I wasn't really sure why she was crying and I wasn't sure if my comforting her would help. So did the next best thing.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed the first pint of Ben and Jerry's I saw from the freezer, grabbed two spoons, then went back to Bella. I took her good hand and led her to the couch in front of the T.V. I sat her down, handed her a spoon, and opened the top.

She took one look at the pint's flavor and then just started fucking sobbing harder.

What the fuck? She had said ice cream was her favorite food. What the fuck was wrong with her? Maybe she didn't like the flavor. I took one look – Half Baked. And it hit me.

Half. FUCKING. Baked.

That's why she was crying. I assumed she had seen my stash. So I put the ice cream down and took a big fucking breath.

I knew nothing I could say would make things better and I really wanted to tell her I would just stop doing the fucking shit, but I couldn't. I knew I'd be lying to both of us and there was no way I was letting go.

"Sorry," I truly was. Because my problem was causing her pain which just made me more agonized.

I then proceeded to hug her, tightly, and she buried her face into my shoulder. My shirt got all wet but I didn't fucking care. Whatever would make Bella okay again, happy again.

Then after what felt like forever, her sobs slowly became sniffles and she took her forehead away from my shoulder and looked at me. And all I could do was just look back. I had hurt her. I had been the cause of her countless tears. And I felt like shit.

As much as I wanted Bella and me to exist, I knew it would have to be either Bella or blazing.

And that decision was just too fucking hard to make, so I decided there would be no decision tonight.

Just me, helping Bella, and Bella, helping me.

Okay, so people don't put their stashes in such obvious places but let's just say that that's Edward's private bathroom so he doesn't really need to hide anything... :) Reviews are great! Plus, I LOVE that flavor of Ben and Jerry's, just a little side note ;)

AND, I blew off Spanish this time for this chapter :)