A/N: Here's another chappie. I couldn't sleep, yet again. Anyways, I promise I will not be abandoning my other stories to work on this one. They will be written simultaneously, but fans of 'Follow Through' already know that it is nearing its end, so eventually this will be updated more often.

Thanks to everyone for the lovely reviews, I love that some people follow me from story to story and constantly praise my lackluster abilities. Thank god for my overactive imagination.

Amigirl – I have no idea where the concept for this story came from. I was just hanging out with friends on Saturday at the Planet Hollywood Casino and wondered what the hell would happen if Edward and Bella were stuck in a cabin for two weeks, with very little contact with the outside world and they couldn't stand each other. So here's what we end up with! Enjoy!

EPOV

As I walked tentatively into the living room, I could hear soft music coming from the speakers which ran through the house. This person clearly knew where to find the stereo, I thought to myself as I creeped slowly towards the couch and listened to Elvis Costello's 'Alison' start in the background. Well, apparently my squatter has good taste in music. I suddenly felt very nervous as I stepped further into the living room noticed it was a woman who was asleep on the beige oversized leather couch in my family's cabin. I myself I had fallen asleep easily in that same spot during the several years my parents had owned the cabin. They had bought it during my final year of high school, but I never got the opportunity to enjoy it as much as my parents and Alice had. The very first year we owned the place; we ended up spending Christmas here and were snowed in for three additional days. It was torture, and we haven't been back during the holidays since. Usually when the family comes down, I'm too busy with work to even consider joining them.

I looked down on her as she slept, and she looked remarkably peaceful and shockingly beautiful. Her long brown hair was scattered across the arm of the couch and she was wrapped in the small red and white quilt that Esme always kept thrown over the back of the sofa. I wanted to say something to her. I wanted to wake her up and find out how she had gotten into the house and what she was doing there, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to shove her off the couch to wake her up, like I had done several weeks ago when I found Lauren in my bed, uninvited. So instead, I sat down in the armchair across from the couch and waited for her to wake up on her own.

I listened to the music that was streaming through the house. It switched from Elvis Costello to the Beatles and then to the Rolling Stone's 'Paint it Black', which was one of my all-time favorites. I looked through the room and noticed a book on the table in front of her and checked it out, 'Persuasion' by Jane Austen. I should have figured she liked the classics. Even though I didn't know this girl she certainly looked well educated. Unfortunately, while I was waiting, I fell asleep awkwardly in the chair and was rudely woken up by loud screaming only half an hour later with I my neck and shoulder aching from the position I was sleeping in.

"Jesus Christ, shut up," I yelled at her as she jumped from the couch in panic. She leapt behind it and started running towards the kitchen, quieting her screams as she moved. I immediately envisioned her running for the large knife set on our counter and trying to stab me crazily, but instead she grabbed her purse and fished out a container of pepper spray, holding it up in front of me. I shouldn't have had such graphic images of my possible death, but after spending time with Lauren, who I seriously think escaped from some sort of mental facility, it had been a regular occurrence.

"Get the fuck out before I call the cops," she screamed at me, trying to sound confident but instead coming across as scared. She was shaking and all I could do was stare at her big brown eyes. They were a dark shade of brown and complimented her hair and skin tone perfectly. Why the hell was I thinking about her eyes while she threatened me with pepper spray? I started to laugh as she trembled in fear and backed further in to the kitchen, finally ending up with her back against the island.

"I'm not leaving. I own this place. Well, my parents own this place, so if anyone is going somewhere, that would be you," I said confidently as she slowly lowered the pepper spray to her side, but still clutching it tightly, anticipating the need for it in the future.

"I'm an invited guest of Esme and Carlisle Cullen. Who the hell are you?" She was certainly calming down, but still looked scared as hell. "Are you Emmett or Edward?"

"I'm Edward. Now you can tell me who you are before I kick your ass out for trespassing." I was still livid that my peaceful time was being ruined by this girl, no matter how pretty she was. I came here to relax and do as little as possible, not deal with some emotional chick who claimed she knew my family. With a computer, internet access and the ability to use Google, everyone could know my family.

"I'm Bella. I'm Alice's best friend," she said as she walked back towards the living room and nervously extended her free hand to m, the other one still holding onto the pepper spray for dear life. I took her hand in mine and shook it gently. She had really soft hands; I thought to myself as I sat back down in my chair and was relieved the confrontation was over. "Esme assured me no one would be here, so what the hell are you doing here?"

Great, she had permission from my parents and I was the one interfering. If I called my mom she would no doubt tell me to get the hell out, which I wasn't planning to do. "I came here to get away from the stress that is my life back in L.A. I didn't think my parents would mind if I used the cabin because I knew neither they nor Alice would be down here. I had no idea they would have lent it to you though," I replied sarcastically as I looked around the cabin carefully, inspecting everything that came across my eye line.

Not too much had changed in the year since I had last been here. The kitchen was as big as I remembered it, fully stocked with every possible appliance and when I checked out the fridge, I noticed Bella had clearly done some grocery shopping. There was no beer or wine so I would need to rectify that in the morning when I headed into town. I wandered up to the second floor and checked out the bedrooms. I had to laugh because Bella didn't claim the master suite, like I had expected her to. She had actually claimed my old bedroom. I looked down from the balcony into the living room and she was watching me like a hawk.

"Are you trying to make sure I didn't steal anything?" she asked in frustration as she tossed a log gently onto the fire and stared back up at me.

"No, I'm trying to decide what room I should sleep in," I said with a laugh as I decided to use Emmett's because Alice's was too girly for my liking. Even though it was a log cabin, and she couldn't paint the walls, it still had pink accessories everywhere and some furry little pillows that reminded me of when she was fifteen and my parents bought the cabin.

"I think you should sleep somewhere other than here," she replied angrily. I didn't respond, instead opting to head out to the car for a moment to grab my things, putting them into Emmett's room. I would definitely have to sneak into my room later and pick up a few things that I wanted, including my worn out copy of 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. It had been my favorite book since I was eight, and I hadn't read it in a while because I accidently left it here a few years ago. "No seriously, you can't stay here."

"Why not? This is a four bedroom, two story cabin with tons of room. I doubt you'll even notice I'm here. It's not like you are staying that long anyways, right?" I asked curiously. God I hoped she was leaving soon so I could get back to the privacy I came here for.

"I'm actually here until the twenty third, and then I have to drive home to have Christmas with my father." So she was actually here for two weeks, just like I had planned. Damn it. I'm just going to make do with the situation. I'm sure we can avoid each other for fifteen days or so.

"Well, you're stuck with me. I'm not driving the sixteen hours back to L.A. and you seem pretty determined that you aren't going anywhere, so let's just avoid each other alright?" I asked as I descended back down the stairs to the living room where she was getting comfy on the couch.

"You can stay tonight, but tomorrow morning, I'm calling Alice and Esme and you are going anywhere but here." God she was being a bitch.

BPOV

To say I was shocked was probably an understatement. When I woke from my uneasy nap on the couch, I noticed a pair of sneakers resting on the coffee table, and attached to them was someone I didn't know. I screamed out on instinct and instantly regretted it. I had woke him up and he was almost as upset as I was. "Jesus Christ, shut up," he had yelled at me furiously as I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my pepper spray from my purse. It was one of the only times I was thankful that Charlie had given it to me for my birthday a few years ago. I had deemed it an impractical gift, but it was certainly helpful today.

My first instinct was that this was a burglar. I don't know why a burglar would have a nap in an armchair during a robbery, but what else could I have thought. I certainly didn't think it was Alice's brother Edward. I was relieved when we finally got past the yelling and introduced ourselves, but I was not happy to find out he planned to stay, even though Esme and Carlisle had specifically lent me the cabin till the twenty third. I l decided the best thing I could do would be to let him stay the night and we would deal with the situation in the morning. After all, it was almost one o'clock in the morning when we finally calmed down and I put the pepper spray back in my bag, determined not to harm him.

He put his bags in the last bedroom at the top of the stairs, which I assumed was his when he stayed here previously. He didn't seem cool enough to have owned the room I chose to sleep in, although it was definitely a male's room. I couldn't bear to spend all my time in either Alice's room or the master bedroom. It just didn't seem right to me, so I picked the best of the rest. There were actual prints of art on the wall, not just football posters. There was a bookshelf covered in random books, most of which I had already read, and there were some CD's scattered about which included Tom Waits, Jeff Buckley and Ben Folds Five. The bed was comfortable, but not overdone like in Alice's room where there were pillows everywhere, including a few covered in faux fur. Thank god no animals were harmed in the making of those catastrophes, I had thought to myself at the time.

When I finally relented to let him stay the night, his face broke out into a small smile and for the first time I could actually see how handsome he was. He had a thick mess of bronze colored hair falling over his extremely defined face and his bright green eyes. He looked just like Carlisle, but without the blonde hair that Carlisle was well known for. He looked tired though, like he hadn't slept in a while. Then again, he had just driven from Los Angeles, so that was to be expected. As I wished him a pleasant night's sleep, I wandered up the stairs to my bedroom and quickly undressed, slipping under the heavy comforter and pulling the pillows down to me, to wrap my body around them. I fell asleep within minutes.

The next morning, I was awoken by some loud bangs and noises from the main floor. I immediately hopped out of bed and looked down to the kitchen from the balcony to find Edward making breakfast, with my food.

"Oh my god, are you dense?" I yelled as I stomped into the kitchen in frustration. "You're not supposed to be here, and I never once said you could eat my food."

"I'm not eating your food; I'm cooking with it and I'm sure once you've had one of my omelet's, you won't be as mad. In fact, you'll probably even let me eat some of it," he answered confidently. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched my arms up and over my head.

"I doubt that Edward," I replied sarcastically. "You can finish making your breakfast, but please don't touch my stuff without asking. Especially the food." I huffed indignantly and walked over to the coffee machine, which was dripping slowly into the carafe. Bastard had even used my precious coffee. I am going to be pissed if he didn't make it right. I hopped up onto the counter and waited impatiently for the coffee to finish. As soon as it was done, Edward handed me a coffee mug from the cupboard and ignored me while he finished cooking. I had to admit, it smelled pretty good, although I wouldn't tell Edward that. He was already an ass; I didn't need him to be all cocky.

"Here," he said a few minutes later as he slid a plate with toast, omelet and hash browns toward me across the island counter. I offered up a tiny smile and thanked him for the food. "I'm seriously not here to fuck up whatever it is you are doing here. It was a complete accident that we ended up here together, but I don't want to leave. I have some stuff to work out and I need the peace and quiet." He was trying to be genuine with me, but I could tell he was just trying to sweet talk me into allowing him to stay. I knew that if I had to call Esme, she would kick Edward out because she had given me permission to stay here, not him.

"Well, I need it for the same reason you do. I have a whole bunch of shit I need to figure out about my life, and I don't need you as a distraction." I said as I took a bite of the excellent breakfast he had made.

"How about we compromise?" he offered sweetly as he pushed the ketchup towards me, clearly noticing I wanted it for my eggs.

"What do you have in mind?" My interest was definitely piqued, but I didn't agree to anything immediately. I decided to hear Edward out on his compromise and then make an informed decision. It was basically what I did with the manuscripts I read, except I didn't listen to them I read them.

"I propose a trial run. We stay for a few days, and if we don't manage to kill one another and we stay out of each other's way, then we can finish out the two weeks and go back to Forks for the holidays." I sat in silence as I ate the rest of the breakfast, before retreating to the kitchen to clean up all the dishes. "Are you going to speak to me?" He asked after almost ten minutes of silence.

"I'm still thinking," I replied haughtily. "You're still here, so I'm obviously not kicking you out yet. I just don't want you to interfere with the reason I am here. I really do have a lot going on in my head and heart these days and I nice to just clear my head. If I agree to this arrangement, will you promise to steer clear of me unless I say otherwise?" I inquired curiously as his face lit up into one of the most beautiful smiles I had ever seen.

"Only if you extend me the same courtesy," he replied sweetly as he handed me his plate to rinse off and put in the dishwasher.

"Okay, so here are the ground rules. One, we stay away from each other unless it is mutually agreed upon. Two, you will leave my food alone and go buy your own. Three, we each have veto power on the music that is played in the house. I have very particular tastes and I don't think I can handle listening to Limp Bizkit or Eminem or whatever the hell it is you listen to." I thought these were decent rules. I hadn't even turned the TV on once since I had arrived yesterday, and music was much more calming to me anyways. I really didn't want to have to listen to any bands or songs I hated, and I'm sure he felt the same way.

"Four, you will keep your hands off any beer or wine I buy. Five, if my door is closed, don't even bother knocking," he said a little fiercely. I didn't even want to think about what he would be doing behind closed doors, but it probably involved having phone sex with his stuck up bitch of a girlfriend back in L.A. They were probably perfectly suited to one another because they both had vapid personalities.

"Oh and rule number six, no one can know about this. If Alice or Esme knew, they would both be pissed at you for coming here in the first place and then at me for not saying anything." I watched as Edward nodded his head in agreement and extended his hand to me to shake upon our mutually agreed upon rules. I shook it fiercely and went back to cleaning the kitchen, as Edward disappeared back up the stairs to his bedroom. This was going to be a very long few days if he kept up with his absolutely atrocious personality.

I was stuck in heaven with the devil. What the hell was I thinking?