A/N: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

Sorry for taking so long to update. I'm really excited about the upcoming chapter so it should be up hopefully within the next few days. And it will be exciting, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed the last chapter. Also, thanks to my beta!! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 17

BPOV

As I drove into the driveway I saw Edward leaning against his car. I pulled into the garage. I quickly got out and walked over to him. Before I could say anything Edward spoke.

"Bella, I really need to talk to you…"

He was looking down trying to avoid eye contact. Great. I stared at him for a few moments before I said anything. "What is it?"

Quickly, he glanced up at me before dropping his head again. He wasn't saying anything.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked almost certain that he really did regret kissing me at the party.

His head snapped up immediately after I asked. "No!" He franticly started to shake his head. "What could you possibly have done wrong?"

"I don't know." Really, I didn't know. But he was confusing me. I thought he was glad he went to the party.

"Well, you didn't do anything wrong." A short little huff escaped his lips. "It's more like I did."

Shit. So he really was regretting the kiss.

I'm pretty sure I knew the answer and didn't want to hear it but had to ask anyway. "What did you do?"

I heard an agonized sigh coming from him. He couldn't even look at me. "I haven't been completely honest…"

"About what?" Again, I had a pretty good guess as to what it was but had to ask.

"Bella…" The way he said my name sounded painful. "We're friends…" His eyes quickly locked with mine. "I didn't mean for this to happen…"

For kissing me?

For making me fall in love with you?

"For what to happen?" I was the one in pain now. I just wanted him to get it over with.

Tell me you're not attracted to me.

Tell me you don't see us as anything but friends.

Tell me you regret kissing me.

Break my heart. Just get it over with already.

"Bella…"

And stop saying my name like that.

"I… I don't really know how to say this…" He ran his fingers through his hair. "I…"

Before he could finish a loud crash of thunder erupted around us. I jumped. He smirked, painfully.

He started to run his fingers through his hair again while shaking his head. "I…" Again, another crash of thunder but this time it started to pour.

"Come inside." I said as I grabbed his arm and quickly walked to the front door. By the time I found the key, unlocked the door, and got inside we were both soaked. And I don't know about him, but I was freezing. "Are you cold?" I asked him.

"I'm fine." He put his hands in his jean pockets and started to fidget a little.

I knew he was lying. He was shaking. "You're shaking."

"So are you." He said while looking down…at my chest.

Oh my God.

I slowly looked down. My shirt was completely soaked and clung to my body. Why, out of all the days, did I have to wear a white top? Worse, I decided to wear a red bra and now it was visible. And Edward was staring. I crossed my arms around my chest trying to cover myself up.

"Sorry." Edward blurted out. "I didn't mean to…sorry." He was shaking his head as his hand came up to his eyes and he turned around giving me some privacy. But the damage was done and I was horribly embarrassed.

"I need to change." I could feel my face blazing red now. I looked once more at Edward. He was still turned around. Wet. Oh my God, I can't be having these thoughts, not now. "Do you want a dry shirt?" I felt stupid even asking but I didn't want him to get sick.

"Sure." He responded still not turning around. "Okay…yes, please."

I stood frozen for a minute just staring at his back. He looked perfect even soaked. Again, the thoughts need to stop! "Follow me to my bed… um…room."

Shit!

Bella, pull it together you idiot!

He walked slowly behind me as we made our way to my room. The whole way I was cursing at myself.

He's seen me in a bra.

He's seen me in a bra in my room.

No big deal. Right?

When I got to my door I looked down and took a deep breath. No big deal. I swung the door open.

"Bella! You need to tell me all about…" I heard before I even had time to look up.

What the hell…

My eyes shot up. Hailey sat on top of my bed with her mouth wide open staring at me then Edward. "Surprise?" She threw her hands up in the air.

"Hailey! Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?" I walked over giving her a hug.

"Damn Bella, you're soaking wet!" She jumped off the bed. "The wedding, of course. I told your mom not to tell you so it would be a surprise."

"But I was just talking to you on the phone?" I still couldn't believe she was here.

She rolled her eyes at me. "And I was talking to you from in your room." She laughed.

Edward cleared his throat. I spun around completely forgetting he was standing behind me. Wet. "Oh shit." Did that really just come out of my mouth? I ran over to my closet and swung it open. I looked through my clothes until I found an old Chicago Cubs shirt that would fit him and another shirt for me. I tossed it to him.

"Thanks." He said while taking off his wet shirt right in front of us and putting on mine. I wanted to die. He looked…perfect.

Perfectly Edward.

Once he was done I grabbed his wet shirt from his hands and walked to the bathroom. There was no way I was about to change right in front of him. When I was done changing I left both wet shirts in the bathroom and walked back to my room. Hailey was sitting on my bed talking to Edward while he sat at my computer desk chair. I sat down next to Hailey.

"She's such a bitch anyway. You're better off without her." Hailey said. They must have been talking about Rosalie.

Edward laughed. "I agree." He then glanced up at me and flashed his crooked smile.

Is it hot in here, or is it just me…no it's Edward, in my shirt.

"So…" Hailey nudged my side with her foot. She always does that as a warning that she's going to say something I might get mad about. I gave her an evil look. She smirked. "Edward Cullen is single. I bet all the girls in school are throwing themselves at you."

Edward rolled his eyes. "No." He paused for a second. "All the wrong ones, anyway."

Hailey looked at me again. Don't you dare! "So there's a right one?"

I could feel my face turning bright red. I grabbed my pillow to cover my embarrassment.

"I'm not available if that answers your question." He responded back.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Edward stared at me for a second. Then realization hit me that I must have asked that out loud. Edward smiled. My face got even redder. He was enjoying how embarrassed I was.

Thank gosh Hailey chimed in. "But you're single?"

"Yes." He simply answered.

"How about we talk about something else?" I asked wanting to break the awkwardness.

It was silent for a minute before Hailey spoke up. "Edward, I need a guy's advice about something."

"Okay, what is it?" Edward responded.

"I have this friend…" She paused for a second. And I didn't like where this was going already. "In Arizona, you know…" Edward nodded in understanding. "You see she really likes this guy. I mean really likes this guy but he recently broke up with someone. And she's too scared to say anything. What do you think she should do?"

I wanted to slap Hailey across the head. Wasn't it so obvious?

Edward thought for a minute before he said anything. "She should just tell him."

Hailey rolled her eyes at his response. "Well, I could have told you that! She thinks, for some stupid reason, that she isn't good enough for him."

"Why?" Edward asked almost immediately.

Hailey turned to look at me. "Bella, you know who I'm talking about, my friend Annabella and her crush Robert.…"

"Oh…" I paused thinking of what to say. "Anna. Robert. Yeah."

"She thinks for some reason she's not beautiful or popular enough for him." Hailey snorted.

"Maybe that's because the guy she likes is perfect." I snapped at her. "And she's not."

I wanted to kill Hailey now.

"Bella, no one's perfect." Edward said breaking my train of thought.

But you are.

"See, Bella, Edward's right." Hailey gave me a smug smile. She then turned to Edward. "What do you think I should tell her to do?"

He shrugged.

I took a deep breath. It was now or never. "What if… Anna liked you… and she thought like that. What would you want her to do about it?"

He was looking me straight in the eyes. "I'd want her to tell me."

"Even if she isn't your type?"

He let out a quiet sigh. "How does she know she isn't my type?"

"Because she isn't anything like your last girlfriend."

He laughed. "Well, I'd hope she wasn't."

Okay, I deserved that one. "She's not like any of your friends. She's plain and boring."

"Maybe she's not plain and boring to me." Edward answered back.

"Whatever." I could see this was going nowhere.

"Okay, they both will end up being alone and unhappy." Hailey shouted out before Edward could say anything. Then being the best friend she is, decided to break in again. "So, Edward, now that you're single and free to do whatever you want, have you kissed anyone good lately?"

I almost choked, even though there was nothing in my mouth. Hailey really did want me to punch her. "I'm cold. Anyone else cold?" I loudly spoke giving no chance for Edward to reply. I got up looking around the room. "Anyone want a blanket or something?"

Edward looked uncomfortable in his chair. "It's getting pretty late. Maybe I should just go home Bella."

"Oh, Okay." I said as he got up from his chair. "I'll walk you downstairs." Edward led as we made our way to the front door. Then it dawned on me that he never told me why he came to my house tonight in the first place. "What did you want to tell me outside?"

He froze with his hand on the doorknob. "It was… nothing important."

I knew he was lying. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." He gave me a quick half smile as he opened the door. Once he was outside on the porch he turned around. "Oh and Bella, I think Anna should tell Robert. He might feel the same way."