Oh…Crap (Bella's P.O.V.)

Teeny Tiny Twilight

The smell of books was all around me. I sat cross-legged on the floor looking up at a huge shelf of books, trying to pick one out. I was going to be staying in a lot anyways and there were only so many times you could read the same book before it lost its 'wow' factor.

Speaking of factors, factoring, and then math geeks. I'm surprised Edward hadn't come looking for me yet; we were in the middle of a conversation before I got sucked into the library by the books. I had thought that maybe he would have been angry at me for not riding home with him last night, but I wanted to make it clear that I wasn't choosing sides in Edward and Rose's fight, so I rode home with Rosalie.

I had been especially nervous when he hadn't met me at my door in the morning to walk Alice and me to school, though it is only a short ten minute walk. My fears were apparently unnecessary because before I even walked through the doors to the school I was engulfed in a huge hug and a million apologies. In short, he was sorry for potentially driving a wedge between Rosie and me. I also had the feeling he thought he had driven a wedge in our friendship.

I could confidently call Edward my friend after what he did for me last night. Though I was wondering what he had told or done to make Alice so leery last night. She gone into a full barrage of questions, interrogating me on everything from how many boys I had kissed how many boyfriends I'd had, all the way to where I wanted my honeymoon to be.

My answers were, "none", "go away Alice!", and "Somewhere warm." I had to pretend to pass out for her to finally stop. I had been a little more then nervous this morning incase she restarted the tirade. She seemed to be on a mission though so I let it be.

"Have you eaten yet?" A velvet voice whispered near my ear. I jumped and dropped the book I had been looking at.

"Yesh Edward! Scare the crap out of me why don't you." I grinned at him. For a moment he looked angry, and then the hard look on his face disappeared, his lips twitching up into a smile.

"You haven't answered my question." He folded himself on the ground next to me, glancing sideways at the book I had dropped.

"No, I haven't eaten yet, I'll get something later." I went back to reading my book. I stopped, my eyes narrowing at the pages. Something was off, I couldn't put my finger on it, but Edward didn't seem right. I peered up over the pages of the first chapter. I didn't even know what the first sentence said yet. "Have you eaten?" I asked him. He didn't look good.

He chuckled darkly, "Yes, I have."

I could feel my face pull into a frown. I put my hand against his forehead, feeling it. His eyes closed. "You don't look so good Edward. You feel kind of warm." As I watched, something that almost looked like guilt flashed through his eyes before he looked down.

I still had my hand pressed against his forehead. I let it fall numbly into my lap. "Your hands are cold." He murmured quietly, looking up again. He had his smile back on. The smile at least helped calm my worries a token amount.

I touched my hand against my forehead, feeling that my hands were cold. "Oh, sorry."

He shrugged easily, but one hand moved across his stomach unconsciously. Did his stomach hurt? Had he gotten food poisoning? He was starting to look a little green around the gills. "Maybe you should go back home and lay down. I'll tell Mrs. Dwight where you are."

Edward was shaking his head before I had even finished my sentence. "I'm fine, Doctor." He grinned.

I smiled back at him, "I wish. I'm going in to be a lawyer."

Edward looked horrified for a second, and then he cast his eyes to the ceiling as if he had expected as much. I didn't understand why my career choice would bother him. He chuckled suddenly, "Do you want to hear a lawyer joke?" he asked looking back down at me. Distracting me.

"Sure."

"A doctor and a lawyer are at a cocktail party when the doctor was approached by a man who asked advice on how to handle his ulcer." Edward laughed a little to himself.

"Go on." I said, getting more comfortable. This was going to be good.

"So the doctor mumbles some medical advice, then turned to the lawyer and asks, 'How do you handle the situation when you are asked for advice during a social function?' and the lawyer says 'Just send a bill for such advice' well on the next morning the doctor arrived at his surgery and gave the man with an ulcer a $50 bill. That same afternoon he gets a $100 bill from the lawyer." Edward shot me a glance from the corner of his eye, making sure he hadn't offended me. He hadn't. I was laughing so hard I had one hand curled around my waist while the other was necessarily supporting me so I didn't topple over.

"Nice," I laughed, wiping the moisture from my eyes. Edward still wasn't looking well. I touched his forehead again, pressing my other hand against my forehead to compare the difference. Well either we were both sick and had high fevers, or we were both well and my hands were cold. I went with the later. Sighing I dropped my hand from his forehead. "I don't think you have a fever." I said slowly, "You sure you don't want to lie down?"

"Nope I'm good for a little while. We only have a couple hours of school left anyways." He got up, wobbling a little as he did. I jumped up steadying him. He laughed, "I think I got up too quickly, relax." His voice was nonchalant, but his eyes danced with pleasure. I think he enjoyed the attention, especially since I usually didn't give him much.

He pulled me towards the door of the library; I still had my book in my hand. I pulled away from him to check it out, and then followed him to class after he grabbed his books and my own. I unsuccessfully tried to steal my books back from him but he grinned, keeping them out of my reach.

"Jerk." I muttered.

He chuckled, "I thought girls liked it when boys carried their books." He saw the look I gave him and he rolled his eyes, "I'm being nice, try it sometime."

I made another grab for them ignoring his last comment, "We only want boys to carry our books when we actually want them too. Some of us ask." I snapped. I gave up and ignored him all the way to class. I think I was starting to understand why Edward wanted my attention now. He was like a child, take away something he wants and he'll do what he can to get it, I doubted that he could control his coming down with a bug though.

He opened the door for me, amazingly managing to balance his and my books with one hand at the same time, not to mention giving me an adorable crooked smile that made the previous anger dissipate. I wrinkled my nose at him in return, at which he laughed heartedly.

I made my way to my desk, uncomfortable at not having my books in my hands and at how everyone's eyes caught that Edward was holding them. I sat down, my hand pushing one cheek up so that when I blinked I could feel my eye lashed brush against my skin. It was a queer feeling.

Edward poked my side. I jumped, then slapped his hand away. "Okay Edward, this is very important so listen." I said as seriously as I could. Edward sobered, his skin was paler then usual but that was probably due to the bug he had. "You're popping my bubble." Edward's eye brow raised until it disappeared under his hair. "My personal space bubble. Is it not enough that you stalk me? Can't you have a little restraint when it comes to touching?"

"Two things." He held up two fingers. I rolled my eyes but listened. "I don't stalk you—"

I cut him off, slapping myself in the forehead—a little harder then I meant to. Ouch—"Of course, my mistake. What's the word for someone who follows you around against you will, chases you into woods, and doesn't get the hint. Oh right. A stalker." I don't think I had ever been that rude to anyone before. Edward definitely brought out the worst in me. Alice though it was an interesting improvement. Spunky.

I couldn't really be sure, but I thought I saw Edward's face go paler, "What do you mean I don't get the hint?" he asked.

I put a hand to his head again. He waved it away so I sighed, answering him. "That you need to back off. Stalker." I grinned the last part so I didn't upset him too much. As much as I wined and complained he was kind of funny, and he actually listened to what I said instead of constantly interjecting with his own stories. Definitely a refreshing improvement to the Y chromosome.

He caught my grin and interpreted it easily. Another good thing about him, he actually saw things. Probably had to learn quickly to be able to differentiate between all the different girls and then match names and birthdays to them all. Wow he was actually pretty talented. Even if he did have a little trouble with the names sometimes. "You love my company, admit it, I bring little fluttering, singing birds into your life." He twittered his fingers and I laughed.

"Too true, and singing mice too." I added that last part remembering Cinderella and other Disney movies from so long ago curled up on the couch in my warm home with Renee. She cried sometimes. She also hammered it in every time a girl walked down the isles that a girl doesn't need to marry to be happy and that women could get through life on their own thank you very much. Probably where I got my attitude from. "Oh, and I'll give you your first lesson tonight. Can you tell me anything about Miss. X?" I asked.

For a second he grimaced and I couldn't figure out why. He was the one that wanted the lessons, or was his bug worse then he let on? I could feel my eyebrows inch together. Then something humoured him, "Miss. X?" he asked, arching an eyebrow again, grinning at me.

I smiled too. It was kind of funny, but only a little. "I don't like thinking of her as just her. A non-entity. If you aren't going to give me her name, I'll give her a name." I could feel my chin jutting out stubbornly and I knew I looked like an idiot but it was hard to care around Edward. I didn't judge Edward outwardly and so I didn't feel the need to reciprocate the action upon myself. I was just so comfortable around Edward too, like I didn't need to impress him like I needed to with other people. Like the boys on my team, Rose and Alice's boyfriends—because God knows I'd make a fool of myself if I didn't try not to—and even Alice and Rose too sometimes. Everyone and everything in my life right now was feeling too good to be true, I was sure to screw something up eventually.

Edward cocked his head, regarding me curiously. "Hmm." He murmured. The teacher walked in then and I gladly let him try to capture my attention.

It was after all, math.

AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER

"Get into bed. Now." I was actually snarling at him, my lip curled up over my teeth like an animal.

Edward didn't even have enough strength to make a witty comment, he hardly even complained. There was one week sound that sounded like "No." before he collapsed onto the couch. I had to get us both out of gym to get him home in time before he collapsed on someone. Someone likely being me, and he was heavier then he looked.

Stupid moron. He should have just said he wasn't feeling well. He was pale as a corps, sweating profusely even though the Canadian weather was less then generous with the sun today. I had brought him to my house, half afraid he would pass out before I dragged him to his and then I would have had to drag him all the way back to mine anyways since I didn't know where he lived.

I went and got a thermometer and came back. He didn't complain when I put it under his arm. He groaned, "You might want to get a bucket." He rasped.

Oh…Crap.

I took off down the hall and grabbed the garbage can in my still bed less room. And brought it back just as quickly. I put it beside the couch and took a step back. Edward had wrapped himself up in some blankets. When I had said 'bed' I had used the word pretty loosely. Because I still wasn't going to get my bed until Monday and I didn't want to contaminate Alice's bed with what ever Edward had, I had no other choice then to put him on the couch. I felt like a horrible host.

I took the thermometer out from under his arm cautiously and read it. Fever, he unquestionably had a fever.

I moved Edward's feet, sat down at the end of the couch, then took his feet back into my lap. "Please get some sleep?" I asked hopelessly. He muttered something incoherent.

To say I was scared was a horrible understatement. I was terrified, how could he have gotten so bad in such a short amount of time? He had seemed almost normal before, now he looked like he was well on his way to his death bed. I shuddered.

"Go do something; you don't need to watch me." He muttered, his words were so slurred that I almost thought he was speaking another language. It took my mind a slow second to interpret it.

"What if I put on a movie? Then I'll be doing something." He moved his feet off his lap so I could get up. I took it he was saying, 'Sure. Knock yourself out.' I grabbed a movie and popped it in, not really seeing what it was; I turned the sound down too far to hear it anyways. I just wanted him to sleep. Sleep and get well again.

I sat back down and Edward replaced his feet on my legs, I saw him grin at me for a second. I smiled back.

He was out in seconds.

Apparently, so was I.

When I woke up the blue from the TV screen was the only thing lighting the dark room. My legs we numb and it took me a second to figure out why. It took me another second to understand why Edward's head was in my lap. I could have sworn it had been his feet there last time I was conscious.

I looked to the empty—but wet—bucket by his head, and then the glass of water on the floor. Oh, he'd gone to wash his mouth out, and he had used the bucket obviously. I ran my hands through his hair, giving him a pitying look. I remembered how my mother was always there to make me feel better when I was sick, that's the only thing that made it bearable for me. Edward had been here for years according to Alice, he hadn't had his mom or dad here to comfort him like I had.

I touched his forehead again and then gasped, pulling my hand away. Holy crap he was hot! I touched him again and then sighed, shifting him to the couch to wet a face cloth for him, a damp compress for his forehead.

My stomach growled.

I quickly munched on a granola bar, and then got the face cloth from the sheet closet in the hallway. We used it for sheets, blankets, towels, pillows and little face cloths. I grabbed one and wet it. I went back into the living room, but as I passed Alice's room with her empty bed, something occurred to me.

Where was she?

There was a groan from the living room that pushed the thought out of my head and had me scurrying for the living room. I folded the cool face cloth and put it on his forehead. Edward's eyes opened.

At first they looked unfocused, blurry, and then he focused on me. "Bella?" he croaked.

I wanted to run my hand through his soft locks again, to sooth the ache he was suffering. But I was more then a little afraid he would take it in the wrong way and reject me. Silly as it sounded, because of course I didn't want Edward in that way, I still didn't want to be rejected. "I'm here; I'll go make a bed up on the floor if you like. Right here if you need me."

He muttered something incoherent. All I caught was 'bed' and a few other consonants.

"You want to sleep in a bed?" I asked, biting my lip. Of course I wanted to make him as comfortable as possible, but that was Alice's bed, not mine. I didn't think she would appreciate it if I brought a sick puking Edward into it.

"No," he groaned impatiently, his voice a little clearer. "Bella, go to bed." He trailed off and then he was asleep again. I sighed, going back to the closet to get two blankets and two pillows.

I made my bed, and then lifted Edward's head ever so gently so as not to wake him and slipped the pillow underneath. He muttered something that resembled a garbled thank you. I smiled a little then climbed into my make shift bed on the floor, ignoring Edward's previous request of me sleeping in a bed. I wanted to keep an eye on him tonight. He was starting to worry me.

I closed my eyes, though knowing that sleep was hopeless. I had slept through the afternoon. I wouldn't be tired for a while. I got up and rummaged through my school bag until I found the library book I had checked out, and then I gladly submerged myself into a world of classics where fate and destiny weren't silly and true love conquered all.

Edward's soft breathing was the only sound in the room.