A/N: Thanks again to all my lovely readers and reviewers. All your comments have been very supportive, even if there aren't that many. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as my other stories, although I probably won't update it for a few more days. I'm working on my epic epilogue for 'Follow Through'. Enjoy!

Oh and lovebuggkiss… I had heard of the movie 'cabin fever' before I wrote this, but I hadn't seen it. I can write a decent fan fic, but my titles always suck, so please don't think of that movie when your read this. LOL.

EPOV

When Bella and I finally shook upon our rules for the house, I was actually kind of relieved that she had let me stay. Sure, I could have afforded to rent a nice hotel room or even my own separate cabin somewhere here in Jackson Hole, but that wasn't the point of me coming here. I wanted to come somewhere I was comfortable to be able to sort everything out. I headed upstairs and quickly had a shower, throwing on some old jeans and grey t-shirt covered with a sweatshirt before getting ready to head out to the store. Since Bella would barely let me look at her food, I knew I was going to need to get something for the next few days.

"Do you need anything at the store?" I asked politely before I stepped out the front door. Bella was on the couch reading what looked like a script and ignored me completely. Alright then, be a bitch, I thought to myself as I got into my car and drove away in anger. Two could play at that game.

I stumbled through the grocery store, picking up things I could make easily, while still avoiding Bella. I also picked up a few bottles of whiskey and a case of beer. There was a definite chance I would be drinking a lot of booze if things continued they way they were. I wasn't opposed to getting to know Bella, but I didn't want it to interfere in my objective. I picked up a few packages of chicken, some ground beef, pasta and other miscellaneous essentials and went to pay for my groceries. As I headed home, I was eager to get everything put away, pour myself a glass of whiskey and curl up on the oversized couch in my parents' bedroom for a few hours in an effort to try to figure things out.

When I finally got back into the house, Bella was nowhere to be found, and I was relieved that n o arguments would ensue the moment I walked in. I emptied my groceries into the fridge, moving things around so that we each had a shelf with our own items on it. I figured she might actually appreciate this, but then again she probably wouldn't. She seemed bipolar enough to not appreciate any help or assistance, especially from someone she appeared to loathe, like me.I grabbed my drink and climbed the stairs to my parents' room, taking a peek around the second floor for her. There was no sign of her, until I heard the water in the bathroom turn on. Well, at least she wasn't dead.

I lay down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling for what seemed like a few hours, but I hadn't made a decision about my main question… What am I doing in L.A? I had no good answer. Sure, Emmett was there and our company was based there, but there was no reason I couldn't work from somewhere else in the country, or the world for that matter. I could setup offices anywhere I wanted to, plus the growth potential of the company was unlimited. I didn't have a lot of friends in L.A., which is probably one of the reasons I ended up with Lauren. I went out to meet new people and ended up with a stalker instead.

Part of me was really considering moving back to Seattle. At least in Seattle, Alice was there and my parents weren't that far away in Forks. I could easily set up a new office there for the company, and Emmett can stay in L.A. then again, maybe if I mentioned all this to Emmett he would tell me he wanted to leave too, he didn't have a lot of reasons to want to stay in L.A. either. We could possible just relocate the entire office to Seattle.

I pulled my cell phone from the pocket of my jeans and checked for messages. I had turned it on vibrate a few hours ago, but had continued to ignore it. There were two from the office, one from Emmett and two from Lauren. What the hell? As I went to call Emmett, my phone rang in my hand and it was Lauren again. I didn't answer it, instead opting to block her number from my phone so that I wouldn't even get so much as a text message from her. She was one of the main reasons I wanted to get out of L.A. Her and girls like her. L.A. was swarming with insipid unintelligent girls who wanted to get into your pants because you drove a nice car. Emmett drove a Porsche and he was always coming home with these types of girls, but he liked them. I couldn't handle dating someone who couldn't even hold a conversation about the simplest things. Lauren didn't even know who wrote 'To Kill A Mockingbird', let alone what it was about.

I continued to enjoy the silence when out of the blue soft music began to play over the speakers which ran throughout the house. If someone was listening to music in the living room, then the person in the bathroom had to listen to the same music. Luckily for me, Bella's taste in music wasn't that bad, although I had to admit that her current choice was a little too ironic for me; 'Grey in L.A.' by Loudon Wainwright.

When it's grey in L.A. it's much better that way
It reminds you that this town's so cruel
Yeah it might feel like fun when you're sportin' sunglasses
But really you're one more fool

I headed out the door to the balcony and looked down upon Bella who was dancing around the kitchen in a pale blue tank top and yoga pants. She looked actually adorable as she moved around, clearly preparing herself some lunch. How was it I had never met her before? She was Alice's best friend and even though I had heard her name in hundreds of conversations over the years, I had never really paid too much attention. Perhaps if I had cared at all before, the next two weeks wouldn't be as awkward as they are now.

"You can come down to the main floor Edward," she called up to me, clearly having caught me watching her. I slowly descended the stairs with my drink in hand and smiled at her when I walked into the kitchen. "I would really prefer if you didn't peep on me," she said sternly.

"I wasn't peeping Bella. I came out to hear the music a bit better. I actually like that song; in fact, all of the music you have played hasn't sucked as much as I thought it would. I was expecting a bunch of Britney Spears or Madonna. I'm glad to see Alice has tainted you with her style of music." I replied with a hint of anger to my voice. "By the way, for me to peep I believe you actually need to be naked. So in truth I was just watching you."

"Fine then, don't watch me," she said with a nervous sigh that was kind of cute. Why did she have to be adorable yet so void of all personality? I poured myself another drink as Bella looked at me in disappointment. "Isn't it a bit early to be drinking?" she asked as she looked at the clock. I was after one, what the hell was her problem.

"Thanks mom, but I'll be fine," I said sarcastically as I took a big sip of my drink and glared at her. She was frustrated and pissed at me for mocking her, but I didn't care. "It's not like I'm driving anywhere." I headed back up the stairs to the comfort of the couch, feeling this room would be my sanctuary for the next few days. As I walked past my usual bedroom, I headed inside and pulled open a few drawers, looking for my book. I finally found it in my nightstand and grabbed it quickly, trying not to get caught by Bella for snooping in what she considered her room. When I was finally back in the relative calm of my parents room, I threw myself on the couch and I ended up falling asleep only one chapter into my book.

When I woke up and glanced at the clock, it was just after five and my stomach was rumbling, probably because I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, since whiskey isn't considered a food group now that I have graduated from college. I went back down to the main floor to throw something together quickly for dinner and noticed that Bella had fallen asleep in the same position as last night on the couch. I grabbed the manuscript she was reading from her arms, put it on the table and tossed the quilt back over top of her. I took a few minutes to light the fire and wandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge and analyzing what I could make. I ended up deciding on hamburgers. They were quick and the barbecue on the back deck was practically calling to me, although I would probably freeze my ass off while cooking them.

It was almost thirty minutes later when I came back into the house with my burgers done and ready to eat. Bella popped her head up from the couch, clearly having just woken up. "Have a nice nap?" I asked politely as she grunted something and walked over to join me in the kitchen. "I have extras if you want?"

"Why are you being nice to me when I've been a bitch to you?" she asked as I pushed a plate with a hamburger and bun over to her.

"Because your Alice's best friend. You must have some redeeming quality for her to have liked you for the past six years. Although you are right, I haven't seen one yet," I answered honestly. She had given me no reason to like her, yet I couldn't help wanting to be nice to her. She sat across from me and crossed her arms in anger.

"Thanks," she said in frustration as she put some condiments on her burger and ate it in silence. The music overhead changed to a new CD, this time it was Fiona Apple, and I laughed so hard I almost spit hamburger out at her.

"I'm guessing you're running away from some guy right?" I asked curiously as she blushed a deep shade of red. It would have been considered cute, on any other girl.

"What the hell makes you think that?" she snapped at me furiously. I laughed at her again, clearly pissing her off further with my questions and subsequent reactions.

"You've got Fiona Apple on your playlist. You clearly have some sort of man issues, and I'm gonna guess it's a man that has done you wrong in some way right?" I asked with a big shit eating grin. From the look on her face, I had apparently hit the nail right on the head. "Did your stunning personality scare him away?" I asked sarcastically.

"Fuck you Edward. What pray tell are you running away from?" This question would have sounded sincere from anyone else, but not this girl. She was practically insinuating that I was hiding from something, which wasn't necessarily true. I was looking for something, the answers to all of my questions. I couldn't help but notice she deflected my question and didn't go into detail, which just made me more curious about her situation.

"My life," I replied remorsefully.

BPOV

He made me breakfast, and then dinner and I still couldn't stand him. I dated Jacob for over two years and he never made me either, but for some reason I thought I was in love with him. A few times Jacob made hot dogs, but usually when he cooked something he just burned it and we ended up going out for something to eat instead. It always drove me nuts the way he would waste perfectly good food like he did, but the more I think about it, the more recalled him flirting casually with almost every waitress with a heartbeat, so I was finally able to explain that mystery. With my luck, Jacob could actually cook like Emeril Lagasse, but just didn't want to bother cooking for me. I tried to block Jacob from my thoughts as I talked to Edward about our mutual miseries.

"So your life in L.A. sucks?" I asked curiously as he nodded his head. "Aww… poor baby."

"That's none of your beeswax Ramona, but thanks for the fake sympathy. I see who ever did you wrong clearly ripped out your heart and left a big empty hole." Damn him. He was an asshole, but he was right.

"If you don't like L.A. then how come Alice is always talking about L.A. like it's the shit? She's always telling me how much fun you and Emmett have there." I asked nervously. I didn't want to open up to him about my problems, but I had no problem listening to him if he wanted to share. It was a little one sided, but I didn't care, I think I had deserved the opportunity to be selfish.

"Alice is always talking about L.A. like that because that's how Emmett describes it to her. If she asked me about L.A. she'd probably cry from all the horror stories I'd share with her," he said with a nervous laugh that actually intrigued me.

"So, tell me about the horror stories then," I requested curiously, trying to sound as nice as possible, which was really hard because he annoyed the hell out of me.

"No chance of that happening Bella. I don't particularly think it's fair if I open up to you about my hellish life and you keep quiet about yours, do you?" He had a point, but I still wasn't eager to share my past with him.

"You're right, but since I'm not about to open up to a stranger about my issues, of which I have more than Time Magazine, I say we just leave the topic of our lives alone," I suggested as he nodded his head and he cleared counter from our dinner.

"Would it piss you off if I wanted to watch a movie in the living room tonight?" he asked anxiously. I wanted to say yes, but he had cooked me two meals today while I monopolized the entire main floor.

"No, it's fine."

"You can join if you don't have something better to do," he offered politely as I shoved some plates into the dishwasher.

"No thanks. I'm sure I can think of better things to do than waste two hours of my life on some dumbass action flick," I said as I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed upstairs, grabbing my manuscript from the coffee table.

I lay on the bed in my room and listened to my iPod while reading the last few chapters of the manuscript I had been given by my boss Angela. It was mediocre at best, and there was no way in hell our company would publish it. I made a few notes on the last page and quickly closed it, marking the cover with an oversized 'X' like always did if it wasn't worthy of our company. When I looked over at the clock it was only ten o'clock and I was nowhere near tired. I stepped out into the hallway, intending to go down to the kitchen to get myself another beer, when I stopped for a moment and listened to the TV below.

Edward wasn't watching some lame action movie like I had assumed. He was watching 'Trainspotting' which was one of my favorite movies and books. I was pissed at myself for assuming something about Edward, only to be wrong yet again. I casually strolled through the living room, trying my best to ignore the TV, but I couldn't do it. I grabbed another beer from the fridge and sat down on the opposite end of the couch from him.

"I thought you didn't want to watch some dumbass action flick with me?" he asked sarcastically.

"Fine then, I'll leave," I said through clenched teeth as I stood up to leave.

"Oh, sit the fuck down Bella. I was kidding. If you want to watch the movie, then watch it. You don't even have to acknowledge that I'm in the room." His voice was dripping with frustration, and I felt bad for acting the way I had. I needed to get my shit straightened out soon; otherwise he would be going home to let his family know I was completely insane.

"I'm sorry I was so rude. Yes, I would like to watch the movie with you," I said remorsefully as I grabbed the quilt from the back of the couch and wrapped it around myself as I pulled my knees up to my chest. Edward looked over at me curiously and shook his head, clearly trying to erase something from his mind. "If you have something to say, feel free."

"I was just thinking about the position of your body," he said casually. "You're clearly uncomfortable, even though you have no reason to be."

"Thanks for your analysis Dr. Phil but I'm not uncomfortable; I just like to sit like this. Now you're going to tell me that I have some repressed childhood issues and I drink too much right?" I replied in frustration.

"No actually. I was going to say you don't drink as much as me. I started at one remember?" he said as he held up his small glass, emptied again of the whiskey he was drinking.

"Why did you start drinking so early?" I inquired as I fidgeted in my seat while keeping my eyes on him. I was drawn to his dark green eyes and his strong jaw line. I was very handsome, but his personality kept me from thinking of him in any fashion other than that of a nuisance.

"Well Betty Ford, I felt like it. I had nowhere to go and nothing better to do, so I had a drink. I don't drink all the time, in fact, I rarely drink back home. I'm on vacation, so why not? You'd probably be drinking if you were in my shoes," he said with a laugh as I held up my beer, clearly showing him that he wasn't the only one imbibing tonight.

"Why are you drinking, Bella?" he asked inquisitively as he reached up and ran his hands through his hair, which made it look even more attractive, damn right sexy even.

"For the same reason, I had nothing better to do, and I wanted to take my mind off of my troubles. Sometimes it works; sometimes it just makes it worse," I replied honestly. "I've been known to get a little out of hand when I drink too much."

"Even more out of hand than you are now? I mean, you're a pretty wild girl. You read a lot and listen to music. You are living on the edge Bella Swan," he told me with a laugh. I didn't find it very funny though.

"Maybe if I wasn't here to fix my shit, you could see that I am actually a fun person. Wouldn't I have to have some sort of entertaining personality to be able to hang out with your sister?" I inquired of him as he left for the kitchen to get himself another drink.

"I suppose so, but Alice also has a thing for strays. Perhaps she just feels bad for you. She always did like to fix things," he called from the kitchen.

"Fuck you Edward. I'm no one's stray. I'm no one's second choice either," I yelled out at him in fury.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I never said you were anyone's second choice." Shit, I had clearly said a little more than I had intended. He looked at me with a raise eye brow.

"Forget I said anything about that. I'm no one's stray. Alice and I get along like peas and carrots or Waldorf and Statler," I stated confidently.

"You are comparing yourself and Alice to the two old guys on the balcony in the Muppets? Oh that's classic," he said with a hearty laugh. "You are definitely different Bella. I'll give you that." I nodded at him in acknowledgement and turned my attention back to the movie. I ended up falling asleep an hour later and was awoken by Edward carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly as he laid me in the bed and pulled the covers over me.

"Don't worry about it Bella. You've had a busy day of nagging me; it's understandable you would be tired," said Edward as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving me to sleep in the uneasy silence of the cabin.