Ok people, I have a bone to pick with all of you. ALL 75 of you who read and favourited but DIDNT REVIEW. I hope you read Badass Hathway's threats and listened, because you've really got it coming now. And as a nonviolent person that is bad. Nowhere is safe now – All Human Edward knows where you live. And he is worse than a vampire, let me tell you.

On a lighter note, Thank you to Rawr Ashley Rae who actually bothered to review out of 76 hits. 1 in 76. So BA had written you a particularly depressing chapter as punishment.

AND WE WONT WRITE ANYMORE IF YOU DONT REVIEW! We need to fell loved.

Disclaimer:
Ankle Deep: Must I always remind you to write disclaimers?
Badass Hathaway: nope you can save your breathe and we will just leave
them out
AD: disclaimers are important. we don't own twilight.
BH: maybe that's what we want people to think? Maybe we do own
twilight? Twilight. Twilight. You own twilight? Why yes we do!
AD: have you been eating more lollies?
BH: nooope... What made you think that?
AD; why is the floor littered with wrappers and litter?
BH: chocolate isn't lollies!
AD: *face palm* go on with the story THAT WE DONT OWN!
BH: whatever I just care about owning Dimitri...
AD: *groans* story time!

Song: Okay- Usher

Chapter 3 – Okay

An awkward silence enveloped the bedroom, where Edward and I remained. He was on one side of the room and I was on the other. If Alice was here, a ferocious man eating lion would have nothing on me. I hardly ever got angry, but when I did – prepare to feel my wrath.

Despite the fact that I was fuming on the inside, I masked my undying anger and put on a fake, calm façade. I didn't want to seem like a total idiot in front of Edward. Edward. Wait – was he still here? I snapped out of my stupid thoughts and glanced around the room. He was standing there, hands in this pocket, looking as beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on him.

Jeeze, Bella. Snap out of your speechless trance. I quickly search my brain for a sentence that would break the thick awkward tension in this room. Damn it. I don't have any experience with the opposite sex. Sure, I've crushed on guys before, but never on my best friend's handsome brother.

I meet Edwards's warm, browny gold eyes. All I wanted was to melt to the ground. My knees started to buckle. Get a grip of yourself Bella! I mentally yelled at my stupid self.

"So…Edward. Can I stay?" I said. I was surprised my voice was calm and collected. How did I manage to do that while standing within his presence? His heavenly presence.

"Okay." He simply stated in his musical voice. A swear I just heard a chorus of angels praise his name, while a bright dreamy light filled the room. Hell – I think I even heard God demand for his Arch Angel, Edward, to return back to heaven.

A simple 'okay' just brightened up my mood. I was still undeniably embarrassed and self conscience around him but who wouldn't be? He stared at me for a second then adverted his gaze away from me.

What's wrong with me? Is my hair okay? I patted my hair down flat. I personally thought my medium lengthed brown hair was comparable to a mop sitting on top of my head – but I've been t old it was really pretty. I wonder if Edward likes my hair?

Maybe it's not my hair? What's wrong? Crap. My clothes? I glance down to see my outfit that consisted of a plain black t-shirt, dark blue denim jeans and black converse. Nothing special. Maybe that's what's wrong? Maybe I don't dress good enough to be around Edward.

He looked like a male underwear model! Through his plain black top – which was probably by some highly regarded fashion designer that I have never heard off – I could see the tips of his abs. They looked so muscular. Imagine what they would look like without his shirt on…

Bella! Mind out of the gutter!

I felt the heat rise toward my cheeks. No! Stop! No blushing for no reason in front of Edward. He probably already thinks I'm just one of his sister's annoying retarded friends. I stopped my blush.

The awkwardness filled the air. The tension was still thick. If I had a knife on me, I could probably cut the air. I should break the silence again. I'll do anything to hear Edward's harmonious voice again.

I search the room to find him staring intensely at a CD collection. Alice told me that music was his passion and weakness. Maybe I should ask a musically related question?

If I like the same things he likes – maybe he would like me better?

"Ahh… My favourite piece is Debussy's 'Claire de Lune'" I stated, trying to act bold. Hopefully he wouldn't see through my fake façade.

"Okay."

Again a simple word that sent my heart flying out of my chest. I need to make him talk more. Okay just isn't enough for me.

"I collect classical music too." Jeeze. I sounded so dumb. Kill me now.

"Okay."

Okay? Okay? Okay? Can't he say anything but that? Anything? Maybe just a simple 'k' or 'kay'. Why does he have to do this to me? He was barely talking to me.

Alice, this was a bad idea. Actually, it was a terrible idea. A dreadful idea! She is going to play.

Sometimes I wonder what really goes on in that little pixie's mind. I bet you her mind is run by a million little hamsters, running around in circles on one of those hamster wheels. That's how dumb she is sometimes. Her 'brilliant' ideas are in fact the opposite.

I needed to get out of here. I couldn't take it anymore. Edward, your killing me.

"Umm… I need to go." I breathed, barely audible.

"Okay."

Ahhhh! If Edward wasn't here, I would be ripping out my hair. Why? Why? Why?

Before I left the room, I glanced back at him. He was still lost in the titles and covers of a million CD's. My presence – or lack of – doesn't affect him. I geld back some tears and started running towards my house.

Okay Edward.