The next day there's a knock at the door.

I lie in bed and will them to go away.

After a minute, I think they do.

Until the knocking starts again.

This time, it doesn't stop.

I wonder who it is.

My landlady?

Rosalie?

Paul?

I groan and throw the cover off of me and stomp over to the door.

"Open up, Bella!" I hear, just as I open the door.

"Oh. Hi. I was sleeping."

"I can tell," Edward says, looking me up and down.

I'm suddenly very aware of the condition I'm in.

Unshowered, wearing an over sized t-shirt and boyshorts with my fuzziest pair of over the knee socks.

I self consciously try to run my fingers through my hair and wish that I had put on a sweatshirt or something before answering the door.

"Is that how you always answer the door?" Edward asks, finally looking at my face.

"Did you just come over to ask about my clothing choices? Like I said, I was sleeping."

"Where have you been?" Edward asks, ignoring me and walking into my place. "Rosalie said you haven't answered her calls and Mrs. Newton said you asked for time off work."

"Well, I'm still alive, if that's what you're wondering," I spin in a circle. "See? I just don't feel good."

"Are you sick?"

"Something like that," I tell him, crawling back into bed. "Can you lock it on the way out?"

"No," Edward says, shutting the door behind him and walking over to the bed.

"Listen, Edward. I'm pretty sure you've made your feelings clear. If Rosalie was so concerned about me, she would be here instead of you."

"Jesus," Edward huffs. "I keep fucking things up, don't I?"

I open my mouth to answer, but he doesn't give me time. "You make me feel things that I haven't felt in a long time. That I'd given up on feeling. I guess...I have issues trusting people. Women."

"Okay."

"I was worried about you. Am worried. You basically vanish of the face of the earth since I last saw you and I thought it had to do with me."

"I have a lot of shit on my mind right now, okay? January just isn't a good month for me."

"Why?" Edward asks, sitting down on the bed next to me.

"I don't want to talk about, not now." I sit up and pat the bed besides me for Snickers to come jump up.

"Well, maybe after you shower?"

"Are you trying to tell me something?" I ask, feeling defensive.

"Yeah...you kind of smell," Edward tells me.

"Asshole!" I smack him in the chest. I didn't bother telling him that I probably really did need a good, long shower.

"How about I order us a pizza while you go...freshen up?" He says the last part with a little smile. The jerk thinks it's funny.

"Fine. Extra cheese, extra pepperoni. Don't touch my stuff while I'm gone either."

I get out of bed and go to my dresser to get clothes.

I walk over to my bathroom door and pause, turning around.

He's looking at me with an amused expression in his face.

I roll my eyes and shut the bathroom door behind me.

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