Don't blame me. My sibling accidentally closed the internet before I saved this chapter. It seems to happen a lot. Oh well, I guess. And then my computer froze on me, while I was in the middle of rewriting it. Ugh. I almost didn't want to attempt a third time. Then my plot line was all awful, and I hated it. So I tried to fix it. SO HERE IT IS! :D

Hello everybody! So, how would you describe me in one word, from what you know of me? I'm curious. Jock? Geek? Punk? Cheerleader? Awesome? Lame? Weird? Hyper? Rambling? (Yup. Definitely that last one. ) Sad because Adam lost American Idol? Oh yeah. Very. But I do love Kris. *sigh* Adam.... It's been weeks, but I'm still sad. Hey, call me obsessed.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything or any song. Or any movie. Or any pudding....Aw, man!

Edward Pov

I ushered her into the house and out of the rain. She smiled as helped her take off my drenched jacket. I quickly sprinted into my bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt and old basketball shorts. I came back to her and handed them to her. "Here, put these on."

She flushed. "I couldn't take your clothes." I smiled at her consideration and timidness.

"Bella, I have many other clothes exactly like that. All you're currently wearing is a very wet cheer leading outfit. You'll catch a cold or something. C'mon, please just take these and put them on." She flushed self-consciously as she looked down at her translucent outfit. I tried not to look.

"T-thanks." She muttered, and she took the clothes reluctantly. I turned around and walked away. Behind me, I heard her clothes rustle as they dropped. I preoccupied myself with staring at the wall.

"I'm decent." She said quietly. I swiveled around and smiled. She looked adorable in my clothing. The huge shirt draped over her slender body, landing to her knees. My black shorts barely showed from under that. For some reason, I really liked that. In fact, I loved the way she looked in my clothing. She blushed under my gaze, and I quickly diverted my eyes. My sight landed on my kitchen.

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" I offered, remembering she still must be rather cold.

"Yes please." She mumbled. "Tea. Do you have peppermint?" She paused. "If you don't, that's okay. I just meant that, I, well, any kind of tea is fine."

I turned to face her for a moment and blinked. She was much closer than I expected, and my throat felt dry. I spoke quickly. "Peppermint is my favorite." I grinned. "We have a lot in common." I caught a glimpse of her wonderful smile as I turned to walk towards the kitchen. I prepared the kettle, getting the cups ready. I got out my sugar pot and spoons, setting down napkins as well. Bella stood there awkwardly, unsure if she should help. She seemed to be debating with herself. But I was so fast with my usual routine that I finished before she voiced her thoughts.

"Thank you." She said, looking at her feet. "I appreciate all you've done for me, and I'm sorry to have caused so much trouble." I lifted her chin with two of my fingers. "You haven't caused me any trouble, Bella. Remember, I will never let you fall. I'll stand up with you forever." I smiled as she did.

"Even if saving you sends me to heaven." She whispered.

"Absolutely." I agreed, smiling gently.

The kettle whistled shrilly, and we both jumped in shock. I mentally scolded myself. How on Earth did I get so caught up in a girl? A CHEERLEADER nonetheless! But it didn't matter, I realized as I poured the boiling water into our cups. She fidgeted nervously.

"Do you need help with anything?" She asked uncomfortably. "I'd hate to be a burden and just stand here uselessly. I know I'm not good for anything, but-"

I spun to face her, wary of my hot tea. "What? You think you're a burden?" I could not believe this. She had to be the most thoughtful girl on the planet. How come she was a cheerleader? "Bella," I said, as I placed my mug down and held her hands. They seemed cold under the warmth of mine. "you are NOT a burden, never. I enjoy your company so much, Bella. Please, don't ever feel so harsh against yourself."

Her jaw dropped. "I-I...thank you, Edward." A tingling feeling went through me as she smiled up into my eyes, her head tilted up to face me; her form was so tiny that I could probably throw her over my shoulder and still win a race.

"Your welcome, my little Bella."

Her jaw dropped. Did she not like to be called small? Before I could comment, she snapped it shut. Her head bent, and her long hair diverted her face from my view. Her graceful hands took her mug of tea cautiously. She sipped at it before laughing.

"This is the exact same tea I drink." She giggled. "It even has the same amount of sugar." I grinned. How odd. Most complained because they thought it was much too sweet.

"We have a lot in common." I repeated. I gulped my tea down, enjoying the blazing but sweet taste.

"Yes," She pondered quietly, "yes we do."

I laughed. "You're so small." I raised my hand above her head, as if measuring her height.

I smiled down at her, and she stood on tip-toes to reach my eye level, though she was a bit off. She jumped in a feeble attempt meet my level.

"Sorry we can't all be freakish giants, Edward." She sighed. "I'm actually normal sized, for your information." She stuck her hands on her hips, frustrated at my laughing.

I leaned down, and her eyes were in front of mine now. They were wide and beautiful captivating orbs of depth.

"I'm so glad to have met you, Bella." I murmured, and she shivered. I brought my lips closer to her, my breath hitting her face now. She froze, her eyes wide and lips parted. "You are a wonderful person." And then I kissed her forehead. She froze before giggling softly, and my mouth curled into a smile.

"Surprised are you?" I asked against her skin.

"Y-yes."

I chuckled and leaned back, folding my arms across my chest. I watched her shaky hands lift her mug to take a sip of her tea. She grimaced.

"It's cold." She complained.

I shook my head. "Now, whose fault is that? Certainly not mine." I told her innocently. Her eyes narrowed. She set the cup down on the counter.

"Then this isn't my fault either." She said before launching at me, knocking me to the ground. Her slender fingers tickled and poked my ribs.

"Ah! No more, no more!!" I shrieked, pleading. "Please, Bella!"

"Nope. You're at my mercy now." Her hands continued to attack my sensitive stomach. Tears streamed down my face. "How's this for small?"

"Bella!" I cried out. "I'm warning you!!" She didn't relent.

Suddenly I jerked us over. Now I hovered over her, and it was her body pinned underneath me. She gulped as an evil grin swept over my features. My hands began to cruelly tickle her stomach. She squealed. I continued, and she gasped.

"Truce! Uncle!" She panted. "Please! Edward! Stop! Anything but tickling!" I slowly ceased my hands, and her squirming figure halted movement underneath me.

I quickly stood up, brushing myself off. I offered my hand to help her up, and she took it. Electric sparks jumped from our palms. I staggered back. Had she felt that? Her very wide eyes told me that she had.

"Thank you." She mumbled, her cheeks flaming. I smiled effortlessly.

"Thank you, Bella." I chuckled at her bewildered expression. "I haven't had so much fun in years." I told her remorsefully. I had interacted with people this well since I was very little. I never let people touch me, never. It had been ages since I felt human contact. And yet, it was so natural around her. I had just launched a siege of tickles at her- contact closer than I've ever had with anyone -after she tickled me. No one ever tickled me. Who would? Many people avoid people huddled in corners, alone. Yet this girl was so unique, and she naturally defied barriers. She took down a line that separated me from the world. She connected me to this world. This amazing girl, that I had only met today, was my everything. She met everything to me. To the world, I was a person. To her, I was a friend. To the world, she was a person. To me, she was the world. She was more than the world. She was beyond the Milky Way. I lov-

"Oh." Was her smart comeback. But I found her speechlessness adorable. She didn't like to talk too much, and when she did it was rarely about herself. I admired that. She was so selfless and absolutely had no arrogance; she had no ego to get in her way.

She cleared her throat. "So, uh, what now?"

Yes, Edward, what now? You are usually not used to company. You're only friend- your girlfriend –just dumped you. You met a beautiful and wonderful cheerleader. You took her home. She is standing in your kitchen, in your clothes. You two are all alone, in a house that only you own. You two are bored. What do you do?

"We watch horror movies!" I exclaimed, and her jaw fell open.

"Horror movies?" She demanded in a tight voice that was higher than normal.

"Yeah!" What was the problem?

"O-okay, then. If you really want to...?" She left her statement hanging, as if it were a question.

"Yup. I do." And I really did. It would be so much fun. Let's see, I had very few horrors movies. There was the original Friday the Thirteenth, um, the old Prom Night, and, uh...that's about it. I didn't watch very many movies, honestly. Usually, I write or play music, read, or work. I worked at a tiny ice cream shop that didn't care if I wore their uniform or not. They knew I was responsible and showed up on time, so they put up with my all black attire. They didn't care. Plus, I was one of their few workers that didn't rob the Tip Jar.

I placed in a random horror dvd and flopped down on the couch, right next to Bella. I looked towards her, excited. She was biting her lip.

"Nervous?" I asked, surprised. I thought of her as brave, and I was startled to see that she was scared. I couldn't imagine her being afraid of anything, as stubborn as she was. Yet her distress was endearing. I smiled.

"Yeah." She looked slightly paler as the credits began rolling.

I soon became engrossed into the movie, anxiously watching it. Had it been this good the first time I watched it? We were just at the part where the first person was murdered when she screamed, clutching her nails into my arm. She hugged herself to my arm, and I stroked her hair softly. She trembled.

"It's not that scary." I scoffed, but in good humor. She nodded frantically.

"Y-yes, yes it is, Edward." She flinched as a blood-curdling scream came from the television screen.

"Do you want me to change the movie?" I asked her softly. She turned her large, wonderful eyes to me. Her expression was hopeful.

"Would you?" She was joyful at the thought, and I rejoiced inside, seeing how easily I could make her smile.

"Of course." I stood up and popped the movie out. I loomed over my movie collection, scanning for other movies. I took one of my favorites out.

"Here we are." I said cheerfully, putting it in and sitting back on the couch, behind her. She slowly leaned against my chest.

"What movie is it?" She questioned. I only grinned and shook my head. The movie played.

I watched her expressions instead of the movie. I knew this movie by heart. Yes, it was considered a chic flick, but I didn't care. Who had the right to tell me that I couldn't watch this, that only girls could? I looked to the screen. We were that far already? How did they get into the honeymoon suite already, the prince already tied up?

"As you wish." I whispered in her ear, and she trembled.

She seemed to be absorbed in the movie, and my voice shook her out of her daze."W-what?" She asked me.

"My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!" I murmured into her ear. She turned to face me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"What did you say earlier?"

"Hello?" I said sarcastically. I chuckled as she scowled at me.

"No. A few sentences ago."

"As you wish?" I questioned quietly, my voice unintentionally soft and husky. I cleared my throat quietly. She seemed dazed.

"Did you mean it?" She muttered, her voice low and alluring.

"As you wish." I spoke almost inaudibly, though I wanted to yell it out. She blinked her bright eyes before flickering them up to mine.

Suddenly I understood why she was so flustered, as I was. As you wish, I had said. I wanted to slap myself for my brutal honesty, honestly that had slipped out. I love you, I basically told her. Would she run? No one ever interacted with me like this. No one made me feel like this.

My eyes flickered down to her luscious lips, as if a magnet pulled them there. I leaned forward, and she copied my movements. We were so close. Our breath intermingled. I tasted her strawberry scent. I licked my lips in anticipation.

The doorbell rang.

Ha ha ha! I'm so mean, I know. But that's 'cause I love you guys. Review, please! What'd ya think? I'd appreciate your advice. Can anyone guess what movie those quotes are from? It's one of my favorites....*COUGH, PRINCESS BRIDE, COUGH* Yeah, I'm sure it'll be hard to guess. (Sarcasm.) Yup, so review my lovely peoples. Review, if you want to make me smile...or if you want an air hug. :D

-Belmo