A/N: Thanks to everyone for the wonderful reviews. Thanks for the grammar catch xvampiree. I will update that asap. I don't have a BETA and review them myself, so little mistakes pop through every now and again.

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BPOV

I woke up the next morning nursing a bit of a headache. I reached my hand up to my head tenderly and tried to think of where I could have gotten a headache from. I only had a few beers last night, and could usually hold my liquor better than this. When it came to beers, I generally needed four or five to even get a buzz. Oh god, I better not be getting sick, I thought to myself as I felt my head and sure enough it felt warm. I headed into the master bathroom and found a few bottles of cold medicine and some throat lozenges and brought them back into the bedroom with me. I took a quick swig of the cold medicine and then noticed there was a box of Kleenex on the floor. I shoved it onto the nightstand and curled back into bed, falling back asleep rather quickly.

When I woke up a little while later, I felt even worse. My nose was congested and my throat was extremely sore. Today was definitely going to suck. I popped in a throat lozenge and grabbed the latest manuscript I needed to read. I sat up in bed for a bit and tried to read it, while blowing my nose every ten minutes. I had to crack a small smile when the soothing sounds of Mozart came through the cabin's sound system. At least Edward wasn't sick, that was a good sign. It was just before 5 in the afternoon when I heard a tentative knock on the door and Edward walked in with a concerned look upon his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he sat on the couch on the far side of the room and looked over at me. I saw his eyes focusing on me for a moment, and then he looked down at the mass of tissues on the floor and all the medicine on the night stand. "You're sick?"

"No Edward, I'm a closet addict except I'm addicted to Kleenex and Robitussin," I replied sarcastically as my throat started to burn from the soreness. I immediately regretted the words after they came out, because his expression changed from one of concern to one of hatred and annoyance.

"I was trying to be nice. Fuck, remind me not to try again," he said as he stood up and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I stayed buried in my room for the rest of the night. I hadn't eaten all day, but I didn't care. I really didn't want to go downstairs and face Edward after I had been so rude to him, so I let the tiredness wash over me and I fell asleep again.

When I finally woke up I glanced at the clock and saw that I had been asleep for almost twelve hours. I forced myself out of bed and to the bathroom where I glared at myself in the mirror. I looked like the walking dead. I brushed my hair and my teeth and went back into the bedroom where I noticed all the tissues had been cleaned from the floor and there was a hot cup of tea waiting for me. I treated him like shit, but he was still being sweet to me. Edward had to be glutton for punishment, I thought to myself as I crawled back into bed and took a sip of the tea. I had left the bedroom door open and was surprised to see Edward standing there a few minutes later with a tray of food.

"You need to eat," he said as he put the tray in my lap and I practically started to drool over the scrambled eggs, toast and fruit he had prepared. "I used your groceries, so don't get your panties in a twist," he said with a sly smile.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for last night." Edward just nodded his head and sat down on the couch, apparently waiting for more of an apology. "I would blame the medicine, but we both know I've been a raging bitch since I got here, so sorry about that."

"I forgive you. I will even try to be a little less sarcastic and acerbic with you, if you want," he offered sincerely and I gave him a gentle smile.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked as I started to devour the food he had brought me. Damn, he certainly could cook. His girlfriend was extremely lucky, then again, she's from L.A. she probably doesn't even know how good she's got it.

"A little bit. My throat definitely feels better, although I think the tea you made me is probably helping more than all those throat lozenges I took yesterday. I don't feel as tired, so that must be a good sign," I replied as I took a quick sip of the orange juice on the tray. "Aren't you going to eat something?"

"I already ate."

"Um, okay then. Is there something you want to talk about, because you seem to want to say something," I asked curiously. He had been sitting there silently for a few moments, and hadn't said anything. He was staring at me while I ate and it was a little creepy, if I was being honest.

"Who's Jacob?" he asked nervously as he ran his fingers through his thick bronze hair.

"Why are you asking about Jacob?" I replied in frustration. My first instinct was that he had called Alice to get the scoop on my life and she had told him about Jacob, but that apparently was far from the truth.

"When I popped in here this morning to check on you and pick up half of a tissue factory from the floor, you were very restless. You were rolling around in the blankets yelling something about someone named Jacob. I was just curious."

"Jacob is my ex," I stated matter of factly. "He's the primary reason I'm here actually." Suddenly I felt very exposed, like I had just revealed all of my darkest secrets to him, when I had only spoken eleven words.

"My nightmare is named Lauren. She's one of the reasons I'm here," he said with a sigh. "There, now you don't have to feel bad for telling me about Jacob. We're even."

"Thanks, for everything," I said motioning to the breakfast and the room. "This is your room isn't it?" I watched as Edward nodded slowly and I immediately felt bad for keeping him from it. "You can have it back if you want. I only picked it because it was the most comfortable."

"It's fine Bella, really, but just so you know, I snuck in here two days ago and took my worn out copy of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' from the drawer. I didn't want you to get all upset if you were reading it," he explained calmly, as a big smile formed on my face.

"I love that book. If I had known it was here, I probably would have read it, instead of these boring ass manuscripts," I remarked as I pulled the most recent disaster from beside me on the bed and lifted it up with a laugh. "It's not even worth the paper it's printed on."

"Wow, are you mean with everyone or just me and potential authors?" he asked with a grin. He was being funny and I appreciated it. It was a nice change of pace to laugh instead of think about Jacob. I shook my head of that thought and turned my attention back to Edward.

"I'm not mean with everyone. You just appear to bring out the worst in me," I replied with a slight cough.

"Good to know," laughed Edward as he stood from the couch and claimed the empty tray from my lap. "I'm heading into town in a little bit, so let me know if you need more meds," he offered sweetly as he left the room and headed back to the kitchen. He left a little while later after confirming with me that I didn't need anything else. I tried to catch a bit more sleep while he was gone, but my dreams kept focusing on him, so I slept very restlessly.

In my dreams, Edward and I were on the living room couch watching a movie, just like last night. Except now my head was in his lap and he was lovingly stroking my hair. We were casually talking about the crappier aspects of the movie we were watching including some of the major mistakes in editing. It was nice and casual but it was romantic because there was a fire burning in the fireplace and two empty wine glasses on the coffee table. I woke up startled again and saw that Edward was at the doorway.

"I'm back from the store. I got you some chicken soup. Did you want to try to get out bed to eat it?" he asked with an odd smirk. I just nodded my head and pulled the covers back tensely as I watched him leave and head back down the stairs.

EPOV

When I got back from the store, with a fresh batch of Chicken Noodle soup for Bella, I went upstairs to let her know I was home. I also wanted to get her out of the bed she had been lying in for a day and half. That couldn't be good for her. When I finally got to the doorway, she was sleeping restlessly and spoke in her sleep again. But this time instead of saying 'Jacob' she said my name and I was caught off guard, hell I was fucking shocked. I was about to step closer to her to wake her up, when she shot up in bed, practically panting. She sounded out of breath but she slowly calmed down and noticed me in the room with her.

"I'm back from the store. I got you some chicken soup. Did you want to try to get out bed to eat it?" I asked her, as I smiled thinking about the fact that she had said my name in her sleep. I quickly shook my head of the thought. She was probably planning my death like she was her ex Jacob. I tried not to read too much into her words and headed down the stairs to get her soup ready for her while she followed behind a few minutes later.

I made her sit on the couch and get comfortable, she even wrapped the quilt around her shoulders, before I brought her the oversized bowl filled with soup and a small glass of ginger-ale. "Thanks," she said politely as she took a quick spoonful. She was clearly enjoying it because I don't think I had ever seen anyone eat soup so quickly before. "You're spoiling me, and I must admit I do enjoy it."

"So, I guess you're not going to kick me out of here huh?" I asked curiously. Our initial agreement was for a trial run of staying in the house together. I figured all my efforts in the past day must have earned me some sort of reprieve.

"No, you can stay. You're not that bad, I actually kind of wish I had known you before this week though. We might have even been friends," she remarked as she took a sip of her drink. Friends or lovers, I thought to myself. I had to admit, in the last few days, I had found myself becoming more and more attracted to Bella, when she wasn't being certifiably insane. I felt obligated to take care of her since she was sick, and she clearly couldn't handle doing it herself. How had she managed alone for the past few years? Oh yeah, she wasn't alone, she had Jacob.

"Thanks. We might have been friends. Who knows right?" I said easily as I stepped out to the kitchen to grab my own lunch, which was a roast beef sandwich.

"Why do you get the meat and I get the soup?" she stammered in frustration, which was kind of cute.

"There is so much wrong with that question Bella, but you're sick so you get the soup. If you want a roast beef sandwich, you should start feeling better so you can make yourself one." I was being mean and sarcastic, but for once she didn't fly off the handle. She finally knew when I was joking.

"But you paid for the meat. I can't have it," she replied remorsefully.

"Okay then, let's ditch rule number two and you can share my food. I didn't really care anyways. You were the anal retentive one." She nodded her head in agreement and smiled back at me. Once again, it was very cute. I don't even think she was trying to flirt with me; I was just misreading the signals. Ah fuck, I didn't care. It's not like I would act on anything, this was Alice's best friend.

"Thanks," she said sweetly as she finished off her bowl and put it on the coffee table.

"So are you feeling up for a movie tonight? I know a couple of lame ass action flicks I can put on," I said with a chuckle. I wasn't even sure why I was asking her to watch one with me. I think I felt bad that she had spent the past two days holed up in my old room. Plus, Bella certainly looked a lot healthier than she had yesterday afternoon, so maybe she really was up to watching a movie.

"Sure, but I get the pick the movie." I agreed to her request knowing full well there wasn't a single movie in the Cullen Family collection that I didn't approve of. She ended up picking out the old version of 'Romeo and Juliet' which clearly belonged to my mother. "I haven't seen this version yet, you don't mind do you?"

"No, it's fine. I haven't seen it either," I lied. It was directed by Franco Zeffirelli and in college my roommate was a film major who was obsessed with his works. I had also seen his versions of 'Hamlet' and 'Jane Eyre' but no one needed to know that. I didn't miss that roommate and was so glad when Emmett and I got our first place together the next year. "How about you go have a bath or something and after dinner we can put it on. It's only two, so you should probably get some more rest," I suggested, trying to sound concerned for her well-being.

"Yeah, I think I will do that," she replied as she pulled the quilt from around her shoulders and headed upstairs. I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up from lunch and preparing dinner. I don't think I had ever spent this much time cooking for anyone. Then again, I hadn't spent this much time in a house with a girl since I lived with my parents and younger sister.

I had just put some chicken in the oven when my cell phone rang, damn it. It was Emmett.

"What's going on?" I asked curiously as I sat on stool at the kitchen island.

"Nothing, it's actually quiet. We ended up getting the Smithson account, no thanks to you," he said rudely.

"Well it clearly didn't matter if I was there or not since you landed the account," I replied tersely. I had been trying for weeks to land the Smithson account, and on Friday when I decided to head up to the cabin, I spent several hours updating Emmett on the status so that he could pitch them today. I was pleased to hear that everything went good, even if I really didn't want the interruption.

"So, I was talking with Alice and you'll never guess what she told me?" he said curiously. I was suddenly nervous because my first instinct about what Alice had told him involved the luscious brunette soaking in the bathtub upstairs. "She told me that Bella Swan was borrowing the cabin for two weeks, with permission from Mom and Dad." Shit. So much for rule number six where no one could know about this.

"So?" I replied in frustration. Emmett was way too persistent to just give up when he already knew what was going on. When we were younger and he knew I had slept with Kirsten Thomas, he kept prying me for details as I tried to deny it. He eventually got it out of me, but it involved threats of physical violence. Unfortunately, I couldn't really get out of this one easily.

"So? All you can say is so? Is Bella there?"

"Yes, she's here. She's actually sick and taking a bath right now. We have agreed to try and stay away from each other while we worked out our individual issues, only talking when absolutely necessary. Other than the fact that I am sleeping in your nasty room, everything has been fine. She's actually pretty nice; Alice did good in the best friend department." Emmett was suddenly very silent, which wasn't like him. I was immediately worried about what he was thinking about.

"You like her," he said confidently as I immediately tried to deny everything he was saying to me.

"Actually dude, she's been a raving bitch to me for the past few days. She got sick today and suddenly turned sweet. I don't like her, not like you think I like her," I stammered nervously as I heard a loud noise behind me. Aw fuck. "Emmett, I'll call you back later." I said quickly as I hung up and turned around to see Bella behind me, wrapped in a bathrobe looking absolutely furious.

"So I'm a raving bitch huh?" she asked angrily as she stood still in front of me. "Well, I can clearly see I was wrong about you yet again. Pack your shit up tomorrow and get the fuck out. If you don't, I'll call Esme and we'll see who gets to stay after all."