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"Just kidding, just kidding," I chuckled. "Mike Newton has never been in my room. No worries, love."

She immediately relaxed, now smiling up at me. "Lead the way, almighty gay one," she laughed, gesturing to the closed door.

I turned the metal knob, slowly walking in. The floors were a rich cherry wood, while the wall had been painted a gentle blue, but was partially covered by shelves of CD's and various band posters. Among the posters were Muse, Linkin Park, Louis Armstrong, Kid Ory, The White Stripes, My Chemical Romance, Blue October, Frank Sinatra, and Three Days Grace. Sitting in the middle of the room was my bed, clad in a dark blue bedspread. On the wall behind the bed were two huge windows, filling the room with a buttery sunshine.

"Your whole house is amazing," Bella murmured. "Can I stay here forever?" She turned to me, hope shining in her beautiful eyes.

"I wish," I answered, wrapping my arms around her waist. "But unfortunately, your father probably will want to see you home sometime soon. But for now, yes, you can stay."

"Do I have to go back? Can't I just stay here for the night? Charlie isn't one to forgive quickly, and I really don't want to see him right now," Bella protested. "I know I'll have to go back, but I need to think things out. Everything is pushing in on me, and I just need some space from him."

"Well . . ." I chewed on my lip, knowing what I wanted, but fighting over what would be best.

"Please?" she begged, starting to kiss up my neck. Her hands moved from holding mine to into my hair, ruffling it in the most amazing way possible. Tingles erupted in every place she touched.

My train of thought became lost as her lips moved so slowly on my skin. "I . . . uh . . . okay," I stuttered, having to work to get even a few words out. If only she knew of the effect she had on me.

Her lips moved to my jaw, easing slowly up to the corner of my lips. I heard her breathing become ragged, but I couldn't say that I was the epitome of calm either. "Thank you," she breathed onto my lips, just ever so slightly brushing them against mine. The softness of the gesture made my heart pound uncontrollably, but I wanted more than just that. My hands grasped the back of her head, pulling her even closer to me. After one last whiff of her intoxicating scent, I pressed my lips deeply into hers. She gasped into my mouth, but recovered from the shock quickly, and started kissing me back. My tongue traced the outline of her bottom lip, practically begging for entrance. She willingly opened for me.

I wish every man could someday feel a sensation as amazing as kissing Bella Swan. Actually, no I don't. I want to be the only one on the face of the earth that ever gets to feel something like this. I don't want anyone else's heart to have the chance to hammer so consistently like mine has. No one else should have the right to be able to run their fingers stroke her cheek, and then have tingles erupt throughout their hand. I'm not saying that I deserve this more than anyone else (in fact, I'm probably the one who deserves it the least), but I simply want Bella for myself. She's such a perfect creature. The gently slope of her shoulders; the ever present redness on her cheeks; the deep brown of her irises; every bit of her is beautiful. I don't know if I can stress the word beautiful enough.

Before I could start kissing her beautiful neck, she pulled away. Her smile was devious, though she didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

"So, where can I find a sleeping bag?" she asked, looking at one of my CDs.

"Sleeping bag? Are you trying to tell me that you will be sleeping on the floor?" I scoffed. "No. You will be sleeping in the bed, while I sleep on the floor."

"Are you arguing with me, Edward Masen?" she gasped in mock horror.

"Yes. You will not be sleeping on the ground." I said firmly. "I will go find a sleeping bag, in which I will sleep."

"No," Bella protested, even firmer in tone that I was. "I will sleep on the floor. I am a guest in your house. You should let the guest choose where they want to sleep and the guest says that she wants to sleep on the floor. Are we clear?"

"Not at all."

"Glad you and I could come to an understanding," she said cheerily, ignoring my comment. "Now show me where the sleeping bag is."

"Nope," I said stubbornly, popping the 'p'.

"Fine. I'll just sleep on the wood, then." Bella sat down on the bare wood of my floor, lying down with her hands behind her head. She smiled, closing her eyes in mock sleep. "I will stay here until you show me where the sleeping bag is."

"Oh, no you don't." I scooped her up in my arms, plopping her tiny frame down onto the bed. "Why don't you rest while I find the sleeping bag?"

"No!" she exclaimed. She hopped onto the floor. "This is my territory. The bed is yours."

I hoisted her off the ground and into my arms. "I bet I could get you to change your mind," I purred, placing my lips at her throat. She gasped, her arms involuntarily clinging to mine.

"No," she protested breathlessly. "You won't."

"Hmm, we'll see about that." I said before diving into her soft lips. Bella relaxed beneath my soft lips, wrapping her arms around my torso. Both of our breathing became heavy, but I broke off before we started hyperventilating.

I put my forehead on hers, knowing that I would win this battle. "Where am I sleeping?"

"On the bed," she breathed, still able to hold her own.

I sighed, pulling away from her warm embrace.

"You're difficult," I muttered, crossing my arms.

"You're loving, which is why you'll let me sleep on the floor," Bella countered.

"I don't believe I'm really that loving."

"I beg to differ," Bella said.

I thought for a minute, trying to think of something that would sway her. Eventually, an idea that hoped was brilliant came to me. "Bella, if I said that you could sleep where you wanted, would you be willing to give me something in return?"

Her brow furrowed, assessing the situation carefully. "Yeah . . ." she said warily.

"So if I let you sleep where you want, you'll let me do something of my choice." I clarified.

She nodded, still looking apprehensive.

"How about letting me cook for you?" I offered.

Bella smiled oddly, looking down while shaking her head. "You want to cook for me? Why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I've never cooked before, so I want you to be able to tell me how bad I am."

She snorted, and then said, "Alright. For the measly task of eating, I get to sleep where I want. Awesome."

"Whatever pleases you, love," I murmured, pulling her close to me once again. She sighed into my chest. The sweet smell of her breath whooshed onto my neck, making me shiver in pleasure. Her fingers danced lightly on my shoulder, playing with the collar of my gray shirt.

"You know I love you, right?" she asked.

"Mhmm," I practically purred. My nose buried itself into her hair, breathing in the smell of strawberries. "I love you too."

"And if you love me, you won't do something rash like poison the food I'm sampling, right?"

I howled in laughter, mainly just at the fact that she was half-way serious. "No, I won't do that. But I will in no way guarantee that it'll be good."

"I'm sure it will be just fine, Edward. How bad could it be?"

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(If you happen to be eating now, I suggest you put your mac and cheese down.)

I held up Bella's silky hair as she emptied her stomach's remaining contents in the toilet. Bits of vomit clung to the side of her mouth as she brought her head up. The bitter smell made her face turn sour, a frown painted on her beautiful lips.

"Never cook for me again - ever," she croaked, her voice rough.

"Okay," I agreed quickly, not wanting to put her through this again. "I'm sorry," I said for the thousandth time.

"It's alright. We can work on your cooking skills tomorrow. We'll start with something simple, like cereal," Bella chuckled, getting up from the floor. She washed her face in the sink, washing the funk out of her hair.

"I don't think I have the capability of eating right now, but I'll gladly make you something." Bella offered.

Shaking my head, I answered, "No, I can find food for myself. Maybe something that won't turn into toxic waste. Like Cheez-its."

"All right."

"Meanwhile, I want you to go take a shower, and then rest," I advised.

She bit the tender skin of her lip, brow furrowing again. "I didn't bring any clothes."

"Huh," I murmured. "I guess you could borrow some of my stuff if wanted."

She nodded, and then hurried up the stairs. I searched the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator, hoping to find something that took no more skills than pressing microwave buttons. After finding a box of Cheddar Jack Cheez-its (my all time favorite) and a bowl of Fruit Loops, I headed to my room. I picked a random CD off the towering shelf, and waited for the song to come on. It was one of my favorites, and from one of my favorite artists: The Killers.

Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound
Son, I think you better go ahead

But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down

You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself

I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky

This river is wild
This river is wild

There was a quiet clank as I heard Bella turn off the shower. Steam had already wafted through the cracks in the door, making the room more humid than usual.

"Edward?" Bella called out. "Can I borrow and shirt and some shorts?"

"Sure, love," I answered, already rummaging through my dresser. I found a Harvard tee shirt, and a pair of black basketball shorts.

"Just hand 'em through to me," Bella ordered, opening the door a crack.

After giving her the clothes, I selected another CD. This time, I chose one that I knew Bella had told me she liked before the crash.

Is that seat taken
Congratulations
Would you like to take a walk with me

My mind it kind of goes fast
I try to slow it down for you
I think I'd love to take a drive
I want to give you something
I've been wanting to give to you for years
My heart

My heart, my pain won't cover up
You left me.. hu hu hu hu
My heart won't take this cover up
You left me.. hu hu hu hu

I came to see the light in my best friend
You seemed as happy as you'd ever been
My chance of being open was broken
And now you're Mrs. him.

Steam flew out of the bathroom door as Bella stepped out. Her hair was even darker than usual, and small strands clung gently to her wet cheeks.

"Blue October?" she asked cheerfully. She grinned happily when I nodded. "You know me way too well."

"Should I take that as a good or bad thing?"

"Good, but you, being the Edward you are, could probably find a way to use it against me," Bella said.

"You've sparked so many ideas . . ." I teased.

She laughed, hitting my chest. "Be quiet, you handsome fool."

"Love you too," I said sarcastically. "So, do you feel better?" I felt my brows come closely together, and a worried frown come onto my lips.

"Yeah, actually. Just remind to never let you near a stove again," she chuckled.

"Once again, I love you."

"Love you," she said, finally acknowledging the phrase. She kissed me lightly on the lips, lingering for just a moment.

"You get dressed while I go get something to drink," she commanded.

"Yes, mom."

"No more of the smart comments from you, mister," she ordered, her face set in mock anger.

After she left, I changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas, and grabbing a sleeping bag from my closet. Even though my manhood would be completely extinguished, I brought out my stuffed animal, Mr. Higgenbothambatrothom. Yes, I named a stuffed frog Mr. Higganbothambatrotham.

"Is it safe to look?" Bella asked, covering her eyes playfully.

"Yep."

I looked over to see Bella's mouth, open in utter shock. "Is that . . . a frog?" she asked incredulously.

I sighed, looking down at me feet. "Yes."

"Oh, Edward that is so sweet!" she said, putting her hands to her chest. "You always surprise me."

"You Don't think I'm a dork then?" I said, biting my lip.

"Well, yes, but I still think it's beautiful that you can be so sensitive." she admitted.

I kissed her forehead, rubbing her back.

"Can I sleep with the frog?" she asked.

I frowned, thinking of how hard it would be for me to get to sleep without him. When I was five, my cousin accidentally took him back to his house in Vermont. For over a whole week, I did nothing my scream and cry. Once I had gotten him back, I had scarcely let him go for a year.

"Err, no," I said quietly. "I lied to you earlier. It isn't Mike Newton I enjoy licking, it's this frog."

Chapter End Notes:

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