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I'm gonna try to update every chance I get, because once this week ends, my Spring break is over, and when I go back to classes, my updates might get slower.
Unless I do no schoolwork...which is possible.

- JayBee

BPOV

When I saw someone standing in his bedroom doorway from the corner of my eye, I snapped my head up. It was only Emmett. I don't want to sound mean by saying it was "only" Emmett,
but I really wanted to apologize to Edward.

He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and leaned against the door frame. Emmett was Edward and Alice's younger brother. He was 17, and a senior in high school. He had light brown eyes and brown hair,
and was about Edward's height, maybe an inch shorter. His body wasn't as built as Edward's, but he was getting there.

"Hey, Bella. What are you doing here? I mean…sorry, that was rude, but I was looking for Edward. Is he here?"

Even Emmett didn't know where he was. "No, he's not here. Your mom said he went out with a friend and that he'd be back soon. I'm just waiting because we're supposed to study." I hope he comes soon.

"Oh, okay, cool. Do you want, like, juice or cookies or something?"

I had no appetite whatsoever. "No, Emmett…thanks." Again, I felt mean for thinking this, but I was glad he walked away. Edward was out with…who was it that Esme had mentioned?
Jasper? Who's Jasper? Jasper…Jasper…Did he go to our school? I didn't know anyone named Jasper. I was still sitting on his bed, my legs dangling off the edge, and I was looking around Edward's
room, thinking about how many times I'd been here, and how little it had changed over the years. He still had two twin-sized beds, in case any of his friends slept over. The two beds were parallel
to each other, separated by a side-table. The one I was sitting on was the one he always slept on. He still had the same bookshelf next to the bed he slept on, same television next to the door, and
same desk on the wall where the other bed was. He had plaques and medals on the wall and trophies on shelves from elementary school, middle school, and high school sports. His walls were still the
same dark blue color. The only thing that I noticed had changed over the years was his computer and window shades. He used to have grey curtains, but now had blinds. I liked that his room was
the same. It was comforting and familiar.

While looking around the room, I finally heard Edward come in the front door downstairs.

I heard his dad, Carlisle, and Esme greet him. Esme told him I was waiting, but I didn't hear his response. Maybe he didn't say anything. I heard him coming up the stairs, and I just sat there waiting.
When he came to his bedroom doorway, he stopped for less than half a second, and continued walking in. I would've missed the way he hesitated if I hadn't known him so well.

"Heyyy, Bella. What's up? Sorry I took so long to get back. I didn't know you came over until Esme just told me."

He came and sat down facing me, on the bed next to the one I was on. I turned to face him. He looked…tired. Okay, Bella. Forget that. Apologize, because he's probably pissed. And he has every reason to be.

I started rambling. "Edward, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to miss dinner. It was so rude of me. I just forgot to set my alarm, and I was in such a deep sleep because I was so tired. I woke up when
Charlie came home, and I just told him to eat leftovers. I came as soon as I can, but you had already left –"

His laugh cut me off, as he did a 'don't worry about it' gesture with his hand. Then, he said the actual words. "Don't worry about it. Mistakes happen, right? Sorry I just left. I thought you weren't coming
after I called a few times. So, let's begin studying. I wanna get at least a 'B' on that midterm tomorrow." He bent down to get his book out of his bookbag.

Why was he so nonchalant? I thought I would see his face kind of hurt, or get a lecture about being on time. I mean, I liked the fact that he wasn't mad or disappointed, but it felt so…weird. I realized that
I was aimlessly looking around his room when he was speaking, and I looked at his face for the first time. And then, I looked again, not averting my eyes this time. "Edward?"

"Yeah." He raised his head and looked at me with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

"Why are your eyes pink?" It was only a faint shade of pink, but it looked so drastic in contrast with his green eyes.

"Aw, man. Still?" He got up and left to go to the bathroom, which was right next to his room. "Bella? Can you come here for a sec?"

When I went into the bathroom, he was standing with his face right under the light, eyes open wide. "Does it look really bad?" He asked.

"Not really. It just looks strange because of the color of your eyes. What happened? Did you drink tonight?" His eyes sometimes got bloodshot when he drank alcohol. I didn't mind if he drank. He was of age.
I just didn't want to him to drive when he drank, and I knew he didn't drive tonight, because his car was parked when I got here.

"Nah, I didn't drink anything. I don't know what happened. It was like this the entire day today. I think it got better, though. Maybe I rubbed them and something got in them."

"Should we put eye drops in them?" Emmett always had eye drops in the bathroom, because his contact lenses would sometimes dry up.

"Yeah," he said, looking into the mirror. Then, he just stood there. I knew why.

"Edward?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to put the drops in?" He had a thing about putting anything in his eyes. Thank God he didn't need glasses, because he would hate wearing them, and he wouldn't be able to put in contacts.

"Yeah." He opened the drawer and took out the drops, and turned to me, giving me the drops.

"Okay, crouch down a little. And relax. This is made for your eyes."

He sighed heavily, crouched down, and put his head back. "Okay. Please, do it quickly. Get it over with."

"Alright," I mumbled. I positioned the bottle over his right eye, and when I squeezed the bottle, he turned his head to the side.

"Damn! It got in my ear."

Uh…duh. You moved your head. "Yeah, Edward. So don't move. You're making it harder. Okay, let's try again."

"Just forget it. When I sleep tonight, maybe it'll go away by tomorrow with some rest and time." After he said that, I just put the bottle back in the drawer and we went back to his room, shutting the door
and taking our previous seats.

"'Kay. Let's begin," he said, putting his book in his lap.

I took my book out as well, but I really wasn't in the mood to study. I was feeling so lazy, and the exam was an essay about a story. And were allowed to use our books. It couldn't get any easier. I was just
doing this to help his grade, so I sat there pretending to read, just waiting for him to ask me question about a story or something. I wanted to ask Edward what he did tonight when I heard
Nelly's "Country Grammar" blasting from Emmett's room across the hall, and then Emmett started rapping along. My head was still looking at the book in my lap, and I was glad my hair was covering my face,
because I was biting my lip hard to keep myself from laughing.

After about a minute, Edward got up and swung his door open. "Em! Shut the fuck. up. and turn it down! We're trying to study!!" Emmett just shut his door, muffling the sound of the music enough that it
wasn't uncomfortable. When Edward shut his door too, the sound was barely audible. Edward turned around and let out a hard breath. "Sorry, Bells. He thinks he's Jay-Z or something."

I had to laugh. At Emmett and Edward. Edward was so funny when he got worked up. "It's okay, I'm used to it."

"What time is it?"

"Let me check." I took my phone out of my pocket. "8:45. Why?"

"I don't feel like studying. Do you wanna just watch a movie? We can watch anything you want to."

"Yes! I don't wanna study either. Do you wanna watch something funny? 'White Chicks'?"

"Bella, we watched that so many times!" He laughed, taking of his shirt and changing from his jeans to pajama pants.

"I know, but it's my favorite! And you said we could watch whatever I wanna watch!" I wanted to laugh a little after worrying about missing their dinner and waiting for him to come home.

He smiled. "Fineeeeee. But I'm choosing next time." He went over to his DVD collection to get it, while I sat down in front of the TV. "Oh! 'Bad Boys'. I forgot I had this." I thought he was just speaking
about it until I looked at him and saw him walking over with 'Bad Boys' in his hand. What?! Hell no. We were watching 'White Chicks'. I got up as quick as I could, and when he saw me, he stretched his
arm up as high as it would go, holding the movie too high for me to get it.

"You said we could watch whatever I wanted!" I tried to jump and get the movie out of his hand, with no avail.

He scrunched up one side of his face, still holding his arm up. "Yeahhh…I changed my mind."

I stopped trying to get the movie, and when he realized what I was going to do, he ran over to his DVD shelf and stood in front of it, facing me, covering it with his body. "Hahaha, nice try, Isabella."

I saw one of my chick flicks on a shelf over his left shoulder and squinted at it. "Why do you have '13 Going On 30'?"

"Because. I wanna be '30, flirty, and thriving'. Okay?" He said in a girl's voice, quoting a line from the movie. I had to laugh at that. "It's a funny movie, Bells. You should watch it."

"Edward. It's my movie. You took it two months ago and I never got it back."

He looked up trying to remember, and when he remembered, I heard the light bulb go on over his head. "Oh, yeahhh!"

I remembered how we had gotten in this position, and I just stood there in defeat. "Pleaseee, Edward? I just wanna laugh a little." Then, I pouted like a child. *Please work, please work please work…*

"Such a kid. Fine, Izzy. We'll watch 'White Chicks'. Just don't cry or anything." He thought he was funny or something. "And stop pouting. It doesn't work on me."

'Yeah? It doesn't? Then why does it always get me what I want?' I thought. I would never say that to Edward, though. If I did, he might really stop giving in to it. Then I would have to do stupid boy
things…like watch 'Bad Boys' or go to car shows.

"Thanks, Eddieee!"

"Haha, you're lucky you're you. I wouldn't watch this movie one more time for anyone else. I'm gonna go make popcorn, and we have kettle corn and root beer for you."

I loved that they would buy things I liked, and I would do the same for him at my house.

When he left, I remembered that our history midterm grades were supposed to be posted online tonight. I went over to his computer to check. I signed in to my school account. I got...a 75.
75...I didn't know if I should be happy I didn't fail, or if I should be mad that I got a 'C'. Well, considering I thought I got a 30 or 40, I'll take a 75. Then I logged into Edward's school account.
We knew each others' passwords, so I knew he wouldn't be mad, and I knew he'd want to know his grade. He got a...62?! Just kidding...he got a 93. Big surprise, haha. I signed off and
went to get the movie off the floor.

I put in the movie and laid down on my back on the floor in front of his bed, with my knees bent up, watching the movie's main menu, waiting for him to get back. When he came back, he put the tray full
of popcorn and drinks down next to my body, and I sat up, knowing he would sit down with his back against his bed and his legs stretched out in front of his body. When he did, I put my head down in his
lap and pressed play. He started running his fingers through my hair subconsciously, and I just ate my kettle corn. I realized I had gained my appetite back, and how hungry I was because I didn't have
any dinner. This was so much more relaxing and comfortable than studying. Oh, yeah. School.

"Oh, you got a 93 in history. I got a 75. I just checked when you were downstairs."

He smile, obviously happy. "Really? Yesss."

"Were you nervous? Why are you surprised?" I laughed. How would he doubt that he'd get anything lower than an 'A'?

"I know I get good grades in that class, but I still get nervous, just like you do."

I laughed again. "Are you happy? Because you were right, you know. I didn't get a 30 or a 40."

"Well, are you happy?" He asked as his hand stopped running through my hair.

I thought about it for a while. A 75 was average. "Yeah, I am," I smiled.

He smiled back. "Then I'm happy." He took my hand and brought it up, kissing my palm.

We watched the movie in silence, laughing at the scenes we had laughed at so many times before.

"Can I get popcorn?" he mumbled.

I took some of his popcorn from the bowl into my hand and without looking back, put my hand by what I thought was his mouth. Instead, I ended up lightly hitting his chest.

He hissed loudly and pulled my hand away. "Bella, your fingers are cold." I forgot he didn't have his shirt on. I felt bad; I hated it when something cold came in contact with my body.
It was such an uncomfortable feeling.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say as I still held onto some of his popcorn.

"No problem," he smiled as he opened up my fingers to take the popcorn out and eat it. He then reached over my body to get his bowl of popcorn. Ow, his abs were hurting my nose.

"You're squishing my face…" My voice sounded muffled under his stomach.

"Sorry…just…ugh…" His voice was strained. He was still trying to reach the bowl.

I reached my right arm out to get it. I couldn't see what I was doing, so my hand landed in the bowl. Then, I just grabbed the edge of the bowl, picked it up, and handed it to him.

He sighed in relief. "Thanks."

"Welcome. I just needed to breathe again," I joked. He chuckled, his body shaking with the laugh.

I turned my head to look up at him and I saw that his eyes weren't pink anymore. I was glad, until I realized something. He said they were pink the entire day, but I remembered that they
weren't pink at school or when he drove me home in the afternoon. Did he lie to me…? I didn't want to bring this up; I knew it would lead to an argument. But there was something else I was curious about.

"Edward?"

He looked down at me, laughing about something that happened in the movie. "Yeah, Bells," he said. He had stopped laughing, but the sides of his eyes were crinkled from his huge grin.

"Who's Jasper?" I questioned.

His smile faded away.

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