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Feeling the suns light on my face I screwed up my nose and rolled over, pushing myself up I stretched and looked about Edward's room, I noticed a note on the other pillow and grasped it. Edward's graceful handwriting told me that he and the family had had to go on a hunting trip due the fact Charlie smelt nearly as good as me. Witch and Wizarding blood that was.

Giving a loud yawn I got out of the bed and walked to the guest room and opened the door silently. Charlie was laid in the bed, snoring, duvet hanging over his hips threatening to expose his manhood, because Charlie being the idiot he is, slept naked. Always! His toned chest and abs had the occasional scar but was otherwise perfectly smooth; his ginger hair ruffled by sleep, his eyelids flickered sometimes but otherwise he out cold.

I let an easy grin slip onto my face as I watched him sleep; backing out of the room I shut the door silently and padded bare foot downstairs to make breakfast. I decided that we would have bacon, sausages, egg, beans and toast. Listening to the sizzle of bacon filled the deafening silence of the house; I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned only the turn back and try not to laugh.

"What?" Came the sleepy voice of Charlie.

"You forgot to put underwear on." I laughed. I heard him come closer.

"What you don't like it when I'm naked? And here I thought I was quite a yummy looking guy." He sounded offended but I knew he was only joking. I felt Charlie come even closer and wrapped his arms round my waist from behind he got closer until his chest was pressed up against my back and his … was against my arse.

I blushed beetroot red and murmured quietly, "Go put some underwear on Charlie breakfast will be ready in a couple of minutes." I heard him sigh and felt his arms slip off of me as he walked away. When he came down 5 minutes later he was fully clothed and was clearly in a bad mood. Breakfast held no conversation only the scrape of knives and forks on plates.

Charlie stood from the table and left the room not saying a word. Great so now he was ignoring me, I knew he was only joking earlier but I'm engaged I can't do that sort of thing anymore. Charlie and I were…are close friends and we flirt with each other like there is no tomorrow but that has to stop now.

I thought back to 4th year when Charlie and I, well, best not travel down that path. I let out a sigh and turned to the T.V for comfort, Titanic was on so I watched that by the end I was crying, giving one last sniff I wiped away my tears and found some repeats of Russell Howard's Good News, and Charlie was probably sulking or reading one of his books.

Eventually I got bored of sitting around seeing as I had tuned out the T.V long ago, maybe Charlie would have calmed by now and would be willing to go out and do something with me.

"Charlie?" I called up the stairs, I received no answer. I tried again but got the same response. I walked up the stairs to the room where Charlie was staying, I knocked, no answer. I opened the door and poked my head in; Charlie was sprawled on the bed with the iPod I bought him. I sat on the edge of the bed and leant over him so my face was close to his, noses almost brushing, using my hands I gently pulled out the earphones, Charlie's chocolate eyes opened and met my own; we stared at each other for a moment, unconsciously getting closer, "Hey." I whispered.

"Hey." He murmured back, I pulled away from him and sat back, allowing Charlie to sit up.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me. Now?"

"Uh. Yeah, sure. Sounds good. So what mushy, girly film are you planning on torturing me with?" He gave a lopsided grin.

"Let's go find out what's on then I will decide." I grinned back. I pulled him up out of the bed and we walked downstairs, chatting randomly about how we needed to pay the Weasley's a visit soon. Hearing the clearing of a throat I looked down to see Edward stood at the bottom of the stairs glaring at Charlie.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked angrily, eyes black as pitch.

"We were going to see a movie in Port Angeles. Are you okay Edward? You're eyes are black." Perhaps he hadn't hunted enough.

"I'm fine." He hissed at me, never stopping his murderous glaring at Charlie.

"I don't think we are seeing a movie today Bell's." Charlie muttered in my ear.

I shot him an incredulous look, "No shit Sherlock." I said sarcastically. I turned to Edward, "Where are the others?"

"Carlisle and Emmett are still hunting. Esme, Alice and Rosalie have gone shopping and Jasper decided to spend some time with Peter and Charlotte."

"Oh." I said, smart reply Bella I thought to myself. There was an awkward pause.

"Well." Charlie cleared his throat, "I am gonna go out for some air. Wanna join me Bells?"

"Yeah sounds good. See you in a bit Edward." I said and kissed him gently before walking out the door with Charlie.

We left the house and wondered through the words in a companionable silence until we reached a gorgeous waterfall. "Wow. It's gorgeous." I breathed.

"Not as gorgeous as you." Charlie whispered in my ear. I turned to see his face inches from my own. I felt my heart race in my chest as my eyes flickered down to his lips, I felt myself leaning closer, my eyes slipped shut as I let my lips press against his own.

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