Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Edward liked going over to Bella's place. Alice was in and out, but mostly out. It had been almost a week since they got back from their cabin getaway, and Edward had been popping over ever since. He liked that her place smelled like girl or whatever she was cooking at the time. He really liked when she was cooking because she'd let him mooch a free meal. Plus, her place was closer to the school, so when he'd wake up in the morning (after a very pleasant night) he could sleep in a bit more before rushing to class.

"Hey, Bella?" Edward called down the hall. He was busy prying through her things in her bedroom while she prepared some pasta dish in the kitchen.

"Yeah?" she hollered back.

"I was thinking that I owe you a dinner," he said loudly so she could hear him. He was currently examining a porcelain figurine on her dresser. He placed it back down and scooped up a pair of earrings. They were tiny and cheap. He put them back down as well and then shifted through what seemed to be a pile of receipts.

"Oh, really?" Bella yelled back. "Hey, what are you doing in there… stop making me shout."

"I'm snooping. Leave me be!"

Edward could just about make out the sound of Bella's return laughter.

He shuffled through the pieces of paper and found that most were receipts, apart from one. It was a phone number with a guy's name written under it.

With the strip of paper in hand, Edward made his way towards the kitchen.

"Bella, who is Jacob?" Edward's voice was stern, but Bella didn't notice. She tossed a handful of broccoli into a bowl and turned to face him.

"Who?" she asked.

"Jacob?" he repeated and then displayed the paper in his hand.

Bella rolled her eyes and turned back to her prepping. "He's a guy in my class. He gave me his number awhile ago."

Edward shook his head slightly and mumbled, "Uh-huh."

He walked back to her room and replaced the paper where he found it. However, the number taunted him. He wanted to know why she kept it and when it was given to her. He wanted to know if she had used it, or worse, if she had given this guy her number and he had called her. He wanted to know lots of things.

"Hey, Bella?" he called out again.

"Edward, get in here! Stop making me yell!" she fired back.

Edward chuckled and peered his head around the bedroom door. He loved it when she tried to be demanding. "I don't like that tone, missy."

Even from where he was located he could hear her sigh. He did listen to her though. He returned to the kitchen and jumped up to sit on the counter behind her.

"When did he give you his phone number?"

Bella rotated to face him, keeping the sauce pan in her hand so she could continue to stir the contents. She had to think about it for a second, and Edward watched her tilt her head to the side while she did.

"Um, the night you had to take Jane home," she answered honestly.

Edward thought back to that night. It was more than a week ago, so why did she still have it? It was also after he had stayed over at her place for the first time.

Most importantly still, he wanted to know why she would accept it in the first place.

"Did you call him?" Edward kept his voice composed. He didn't want her to know how hurt he was.

That question made Bella realize how genuinely concerned he seemed to be about this stupid piece of paper. She forgot she even had it.

"Where did you find it?" She wanted to know out of curiosity. She had no idea where she had even put it. Edward's stomach twisted into knots. He didn't like that she hadn't answered the question.

"Does it matter? Why didn't you answer my question?" Edward couldn't hide the attitude in his voice this time.

Bella turned the dials off on the stove-top and then leaned back against the oven door so she could face him straight on. "No, Edward. I did not call him."

He let out a breath and hopped down from the counter. His hands found her hips and he pulled her close.

"Will you throw it away?" he spoke softly near her ear.

"Yes," she replied just as softly.

This whole fiasco gave Bella some courage.

"Why the twenty questions?" she asked. This seemed like the right opportunity to bring up the status of their relationship. If he was upset because she had another guy's phone number, then maybe he was confessing he didn't want to share. She surely didn't want to share. She had wanted to bring these things up before, but everything had been so great lately she was afraid to push him for some real answers.

"I just find it weird that you kept some guy's number. It's kind of messed up that you accepted it in the first place."

That was not what she expected him to say. She bristled like a feline.

"You're joking, right?" Bella scoffed and then threw down the dish rag that had been in her hand.

Edward backed away and crossed his arms. "Not really, no."

"He gave me his number. He's in my class. I took it to be nice. I forgot I even had it." Bella fumed. She did not like that he seemed to be accusing her of… something. She had always trusted him and expected the same in return.

"If memory serves me correctly, we were there together. Just because I had to leave to take a friend home doesn't make it right that you were chatting it up with other guys." Edward was trying really hard to keep his voice low and even. He didn't know why he was so angry. She had asked why he wanted to know.

"Are you serious!" she exclaimed.

"Extremely."

Bella ruffled her hair with both hands and stalked away from him. She plopped down onto the couch and kicked her legs up on the coffee table. With a steady breath she spoke. "Edward, first off, you have no right to question me. Secondly, I didn't do anything wrong and it sounds like you are accusing me of something. I don't even know what is going on right now. And finally, even if I had taken his number for the reasons you are implying, then again, you have no right to question me. We haven't even established what we are."

Edward was flabbergasted. He couldn't believe she was sitting there telling him this. Didn't she understand what was going on here? Did she really think it was acceptable to be talking to other guys?

"So, if I get a chick's number, it will be ok?" he disputed.

Bella didn't know how to really answer that. Of course, it wasn't ok. She would be devastated, but he wasn't her boyfriend. Or was he? They never talked about it. It was so frustrating.

"What are we?" Bella questioned.

Edward couldn't believe she had to ask. "Well, I thought we were something, but now I'm not so sure." Once he said it, he regretted it. He saw her face grow sad. "Bella, of course I have the right to question you. Just as you have every right to question me. Don't you see that?"

"I wasn't sure…" Bella didn't know what to say.

Edward fell into the couch next to her. "Can we just stop arguing now?" He took Bella's hand and then grinned. "Plus, I am hungry and you need to get back in the kitchen."

Bella turned and hit Edward on the arm. "You jerk!"

They stopped in their tracks when they heard the lock on the front door turn. Seconds later, Alice walked in followed by Jasper and Emmett.

"Where is Rose?" Bella asked.

"Well, hello to you too. She's working," Emmett replied.

"What are you guys up to? We are heading over to the diner and then out for drinks…you interested?" Alice asked moving about the room, while tossing around her belongings.

Edward and Bella looked at each other and shrugged at the same time. Going out for a meal didn't sound all that bad. "I do owe you dinner," Edward reminded her.

The group found themselves laughing and joking together in a booth at some bar later that evening. Bella and Alice were angled towards each other across the table in mid conversation when a girl approached. Edward was seated on the end, so it was easy for the girl to whisper something into Edward's ear and then slip a piece of paper into his hand. Edward didn't hesitate to unfold the note.

He held the paper up to the girl and said, "Sorry, I can't accept this. I have a girlfriend."

He turned back to Bella with a satisfied grin. After rolling her eyes, Bella groaned and dropped her head into her folded arms. She couldn't help it when she quirked her head to the side to show him her matching smile. Edward Cullen had just called her his girlfriend.

Digital high five to Jess. She is a super class pimp – True Romance style.

The song of the week is Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man. I was forced to listen to this song on repeat all weekend. Seriously, like 50 times… drunk hussy friends… screaming in my ear, pounding on car roof, hand clapping… at one point 3AM street dancing while THIS song blared out the car stereo. I would hate this song, if it didn't spur on memories that make me smile. It also kinda fits my story.