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- JayBee

BPOV

It's only been two weeks since Edward and I got together, but it had to be one of the best weeks of my life.

We did have our little arguments, but those were nothing new. We always argued, even before we began dating.

Other than those arguments, everything was fine. He treated me the way I wanted to be treated, and I tried to do the same for him.

We haven't had sex yet, and honestly, I wouldn't be thinking about doing it only a week into a relationship, but this is Edward, not some random guy I met and started dating.
We've never even spoke about it. I don't want to be the one to bring it up. I mean, that would be slutty.

Okay, I know Edward wouldn't think of it as slutty, but I thought of it this way – If he wanted to talk about it, he'd bring it up. Well…he needed to bring it up. Soon.

Anyway, I didn't really get to see him these past few days because he had to do stuff with Jasper, so I was excited to see him today. I had nothing planned today, and I hoped he
had nothing planned either. I wanted to spend the day with him.

If I wanted to spend the day with him, I'd have to get up, wouldn't I? I was still lying in bed, but I had to get up soon. Charlie had left to go out with his friend Harry about – I picked
my head up and checked the time on the TV's cable box – an hour ago. It was 11:00. I turned on my side and pulled the covers over my head. Another thirty minutes wouldn't hurt.

I shoved the covers off of myself when I heard the doorbell ring a second later. Ughhh! I got out of bed slowly and went downstairs to see who it was.

I just wanted to go back upstairs and crawl into bed.

I opened the door slowly, and smiled when I saw someone with Ray-Bans on and two Starbucks cups in his hands, smiling.

"Hey, babe." He gave me the drink and a quick kiss, and I took both happily.

If you haven't guessed by now, the 'someone' was Edward.

"Thanks." I moved to the side and let him in, closing the door behind him. I took a sip, tasting whipped cream on top of the drink. Edward knew I always got my white mocha without
whipped cream. "Baby, this has whipped cream on it." I wasn't complaining. I was just stating the obvious.

He sat down on one of the living room couches and turned to me. "I know…you can say you don't like it and try to be 'healthy' as much as you want to. You love it."

I took another sip and walked over to the back of the couch as he bent his head back to look up at me. I bent down to give him a kiss. "Thank you. I do love it."

He licked his lips when I pulled back. "Mmm…tasty."

I had to laugh at that. "I'll be right back."

I put the drink down and ran upstairs to brush my teeth and change out of my pajamas.

When I got upstairs, I just grabbed any sweatpants I found, threw them on, threw on a tank top, brushed my teeth and washed my face, tied my hair into a ponytail, and quickly
went back downstairs.

Edward was still sitting there, and turned around when I came down. "That was quick."

"I know." I smiled and went to sit down next to him.

He put his coffee down on the table and leaned back, lying down and pulling me down with him so that we were face-to-face.

"I wish you would get ready that quickly when we go out." He smirked and I knew he was just joking.

"Then I wouldn't look good. I would just look like a bum while everyone else was dressed up."

He put his hands on my lower back. "Bells, even like this, you're breathtaking. If you went out like this, you'd still be more beautiful than every other girl."

That wasn't possible. Someone in sweats couldn't outdo someone who was dressed up. I didn't believe him, and when he said things like that, I felt like I didn't deserve him. He treated
me so well, and like I said, I tried to do the same, but I never knew if I did enough.

That's not what I said to him right now, though. Because I had said that once – that I didn't deserve him – and he got really mad. After that, I learned to keep that thought to myself.

I pushed the thought from my mind. There was no use in worrying about things like that at this moment. Instead, I wanted to focus on him.

I loved that I could stare into his eyes for as long as I wanted without it being weird between us. I couldn't really do it when we were just friends. Because seriously, why would you just
stare into your friend's eyes?

My god…his eyes were so…green. I know that's an obvious statement, but they were so pretty, especially when they became darker. I say 'especially' then, because that happens
whenever he gets turned on.

My hands were on his chest and I rubbed his chest lightly. "Edward, can I say something?"

"No."

I gave him a look and he laughed lightly.

"I'm kidding. You don't have to ask me. Say whatever you want to."

"But it's weird…"

"I'm sure it's not. Just say it."

I couldn't look away from his eyes, and I knew I was blushing. I felt my cheeks burning. "I know I've never told you this before, but your eyes are so beautiful. Even if I've never said it,
I've always thought it. Even before we began dating. I'm sure you've heard it so many times, but it's true."

He brushed the backs of his fingers against my cheek. "Thank you. Why are you blushing? That's not weird at all. Is it weird when I tell you that you have beautiful eyes?"

I shook my head. "No. I love it when you say that. But…my eyes are just brown. Nothing special."

He shrugged. "Well, mine are just green."

"They're not just green. They're so…pretty."

He smiled at that, and I smiled back. "So are yours, Bella. You know you have specks of orange in them? I can kind of see them now, but they're more noticeable when the sun hits them.
And when you're…turned on…your pupils dilate. I like that a lot. I like knowing that I have that effect on you."

I did know about the orange specks, but I was surprised he noticed. No one had ever mentioned it before. "Of course you have that effect on me. Yours dilate, too…and they get darker
...when you're…you know…" I felt myself blushing again and brought my hands up to cover my cheeks, but Edward brought my hands back down.

"Don't cover it, Bella. I love that blush. But it's funny, you know. You're so shy now, but when you get in the mood and we actually do stuff…you're the complete opposite." He was smirking,
and I buried my face in his chest, embarrassed.

Right then, my stomach grumbled and I laughed lightly, picking my head up to look at him.

I wondered if he was hungry, too. "Did you eat?"

At that, his stomach grumbled, and we both laughed. "Obviously not."

"Do you want some bacon?"

He thought it about it for a second before shaking his head. "No."

That surprised me. He loved bacon. "Cereal…?"

He shook his head again.

"Do you wanna go out to eat?"

He laughed lightly. "No."

"What do you want?"

"You." He leaned his head forward and nuzzled my neck, kissing it.

That caught me off guard, and I put my hand on the back of his head, reveling in the feeling. "Mm…baby…"

He breathed in deeply and wound his fingers around my hair. "Bella…"

I wanted him too, but I my empty stomach wasn't letting me enjoy what he was doing. "Baby…Edward…food. Breakfast…bacon."

By the time I finished what I was saying, his stomach grumbled again, and he broke away from my neck, giving it one last kiss and loosening his grip on my hair. "We're gonna continue
this later."

As much as I wanted to stay in that position, I stood up and started walking over to the kitchen, with Edward walking behind me. I got the bacon and turned on the stove, throwing the
strips into a pan as Edward went to sit down at the table behind me.

After a few minutes, I heard him get up and felt him lean into my back, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling my neck again.

My hand automatically went to the back of his head again, and I ran my fingers through his hair. "Edward…can we please…mmm…eat?"

He spoke in between kisses on my neck. "Fine…baby…if you don't…want me…" He pulled away.

I knew he was kidding, because I could tell he was smiling, but it hurt when he said stuff like that. The bacon was finally done, so I turned off the stove and turned around in his arms,
putting my arms around his waist as well.

"Don't say that. You don't know how much I want you and how much I love you."

"I could say the same for you." He gave me a peck on the lips. "Bella, I'd kill for you. Literally."

My voice was small when I spoke. "I'd die for you."

I was surprised that he wasn't scared off after I'd said that, because honestly, I'd scared myself. I didn't realize how true it was until I said it. I realized that I wouldn't even think twice
about dying for him.

I…didn't want to think about this anymore.

I had to change the subject. "Let's eat before the food gets cold."

I was glad that he didn't ask why I'd changed the subject so abruptly. He just grabbed my hand and led me to the square table.

"Sit."

I sat and smiled as he set down plates and cups for us, filling our plates with food and then going to the fridge.

"You guys have orange juice!"

I laughed at his enthusiasm. "Of course." We always had some for him.

After Edward sat down, he let out a big sigh. "Finally. Food."

We ate without speaking for a few minutes before I broke the silence. "So what are you doing today?"

"Nothing really. I'm gonna go out with Jasper around 3:00."

…There goes wanting to spend my whole day with him. He hung out with Jasper more than any of his other friends, and I'd never even met him.

"You know I still haven't met him, right?"

He looked up from his plate, and I knew he was going to lie before he even said anything. His eyes were wandering everywhere. "Really? I thought you already did."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't understand why he'd lie about me meeting someone. He didn't say anything else and we sat in silence again. By this point, I'd lost my appetite and just
watched him eat.

He looked up after a few minutes, when he was done with his food. "Why aren't you eating?"

"I'm not hungry."

He gave me a confused look. "But you were the one who kept pushing us to eat."

I just shrugged, not knowing what to say. I really wasn't hungry anymore, and whatever I said could've easily turned this into a fight, so I didn't say anything.

He shrugged back and got up. "Whatever." He picked up our plates and cups, going over to the sink and washing them. After he was done, he turned around and put his hands on the
counter behind him, leaning against the counter. I didn't have to tell him how I was feeling. He knew. "I'll be back after I hang out with Jasper. We can hang out then."

I was still sitting at the table, and I looked up at him. "When are you getting back?"

After I asked, I realized that he regretted saying we could hang out. He wasn't going to come back early enough for us to see each other.

"Um…I don't…know. But…we can hang out now until I have to go."

I didn't know if I was mad or sad, but I tried to focus on the fact that we had time to be together now. "What do you wanna do?"

He shrugged. "Anything you want."

His face fell when my eyes lit up, because he knew what I was thinking.

"Anywhere but there."

I clasped my hands together and begged, obviously over-dramatic. "Pleeease?"

He grimaced before his face straightened out again. "Fine."

I stood up, quickly walked over to him, and hugged him. "Yes! Thank you! I'm gonna change out of my sweats. Just gimme one second."

We weren't going anywhere special. Just the mall.

But I loved the mall.

I ran upstairs, threw on jeans, and came back down. Edward was still in his same spot, waiting with his arms crossed. He smiled when he saw me, and I smiled back. I was so happy, but
I knew he hated shopping, especially at the mall.

He pushed himself off the counter. "Let's go."

"Edward, are you sure you don't mind? We can do something else." I really didn't want to do something else, but I would have if he wanted to. I felt kind of bad whenever I dragged
him there.

"Yeah baby, I'm sure. I said anything you want, right?"

As bad as I felt about dragging him to the mall, I was happy that we were going together.

There was no question that we would take his car, because he always said my car wasn't 'fast enough' or whatever.

When we got into his car, I looked for the extra pair of sunglasses he kept.

Edward realized what I was looking for before I said anything. "They're in the glove compartment."

I reached my hand toward it, but he put his hand over mine and pulled my hand back before I could reach it.

"Close your eyes."

What? "Why?"

"Just do it."

I closed my eyes and heard him open the glove compartment.

I thought about peeking, but he trusted me not to, so I kept my eyes shut.

"Can I open them now? Edward, I really don't care what's in there. You can have a bloody axe in there, and I wouldn't –"

He cut me off with a laugh. "Bloody axe? You're not even close…"

I felt him put his sunglasses on me. "Thank you. Can I open them now?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Then keep 'em closed."

I sighed and waited. He took hold of my wrist and gently opened my palm, placing something hard inside. I heard him close the glove compartment.

His voice was low when he spoke. "You can open your eyes now."

I opened my eyes and looked down as I took the sunglasses off.

It was a long hard box, one that would hold a bracelet. Why would he randomly get me a bracelet?

I looked up at him, confused. "Why…?" I didn't even know what to ask.

He was smiling, and I couldn't help but smile in return. "No questions. Just open it already!"

I opened the box slowly, and my face froze. It wasn't a bracelet. It was a thousand times better.

I knew my face looked like a little kid's, and he had a huge grin on his face. I was in shock. "Is this why you haven't been letting me look in there? Edward! Oh, my God!
How did you even –"

He laughed and put his hand up to silence me. "Babe, I said no questions."

"But you shouldn't have –"

"I don't wanna hear any of that, either."

I couldn't believe it. He had gotten two tickets to tonight's Devils versus Rangers game. It was Game 2 of the Stanley Cup Finals. He had to have gotten these a few months ago, during
the regular season, and I didn't even want to think about how much they cost him. The seats were so close to the ice.

"What about Jasper?"

"I'll be back in time." He looked down and gestured toward the tickets. "You know…there are two tickets. You can take whoever you want to."

I found it funny that he didn't automatically assume I'd take him. Who else would I take? "Yeah! Charlie's gonna go crazy when he sees how close these seats are!"

I saw his face fall for a quick second before he smiled weakly. "Oh. Yeah! He'd be really happy if you took him, Bella. And you guys could spend some time together."

I was just teasing him, but I couldn't do it anymore. It hurt me seeing him try to make me happy when he was so obviously sad.

I reached over and hugged him. "You're adorable. I'm just kidding. Of course I'm taking you. Who else would I take?" I pulled away and he smiled, thanking me and turning the car on.

"No, baby. Thank you. This is beyond amazing. But can I ask another question?"

He began driving and took my hand in his, laughing. "You already asked a few after I said 'no questions,' so since you don't listen to me, go ahead."

I always listened to him! When I wanted to…

Well, he said 'go ahead', so I was going to ask. "What occasion is this for? I mean, it's not my birthday or anything."

"It doesn't have to be your birthday or anything of the sort. I got the tickets for you because you're Bella Swan. And I'm Edward Cullen. And…Edward Cullen loves Bella Swan."
He brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

"I love you, too."

When we got to the mall, I went straight to the Coach store, which, not surprisingly, Edward seemed less than thrilled about.

I told him he could sit outside the store while I looked inside, so he did.

I walked right over to what I wanted, and tried it on, looking at myself in the mirror. A black shoulder bag. I loved this bag. I put it back, and looked at it for a few seconds. I knew I wasn't
going to get it right now. I would have to save up. It was expensive, and I couldn't just drop money like that.

I looked around the store for a little while longer, and finally walked out as Edward stood up.

He held his hand out. "All set to go?"

"Yupp." I took his hand in mine and we started walking, looking into other stores that both of us liked.

We both got shirts from American Eagle Outfitters, and Edward helped me pick a couple of things out from Victoria's Secret. I told him that he could sit outside again, but he said he wanted
to pick out things that he wanted to see me wear, which was absolutely fine with me.

Of course girls would stare at him and give me dirty looks as we walked through the mall. Edward would ignore them, and some would just flat out say hi, so he would quickly smile and look
away. I didn't want him smiling at them. I didn't even want him looking their way, but I couldn't say that. He wasn't doing anything wrong. He was only showing common courtesy when he
had no other choice.

One girl had the nerve to brush her hand down his arm as she said hi, and I squeezed his hand. He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and then on the lips, before moving
toward my ear. "I love you, baby." He squeezed my hand and we continued walking from store to store.

I hated seeing girls do this crap every place we went. I hated seeing it when we weren't dating, and I absolutely hated it right now. I trusted him fully, but seriously, even when you trust
someone, you still don't want to see stuff like this. And as much as he says he wouldn't, he could leave me for one of them any time he wants to. He could change his mind at any second.

I knew I shouldn't think that way, though. Because if he did change his mind and wanted to leave me, I couldn't do anything about it. I could fight for him, and I would, but I know that
would annoy him if he already made up his mind about what he wanted.

"Isabella!"

I looked up at Edward quickly. "What?"

"Did you hear what I said?"

Oops. "…No?"

He repeated whatever he'd asked before. "Do you wanna get something to eat? You didn't really eat anything this morning."

Food sounded good. "Yeah. Do you wanna just get something from the food court?"

"Sure."

When we got to the food court, Edward had to go back to his car because he realized he didn't have his wallet. I told him not to go because I wanted to pay anyway, but he said that
wasn't "acceptable."

He finally came back and we ate, speaking about tonight's game. I was positive we would win, and he was just as positive that the Rangers would win. The games were best out of
seven, meaning whichever team won four games first got the Stanley Cup. We won the first game, and I knew we'd win this one. Edward only got defensive because he was scared.

We finally went back to Edward's house and lied down on his bed, not saying much. We didn't always have to have a conversation, and I liked that. I liked the fact that we could just
stay quiet, and there wouldn't be an awkward silence.

My head was on his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne, and I was running my fingers over his abs through his shirt while he played with my hair.

When he finally said something, his voice cracked, most likely because he hadn't spoken in a while. "Babe."

Even though I understood why it cracked, I had to laugh anyway. I didn't look up; just kept my head where it was. "Hmm?"

"I have to get up." He made no nudges to move me, which was fine with me because I didn't want to move. I didn't want him to leave.

"Nooo. Don't go." I slung my arm over and around his body, and he laughed, taking my arm off of him.

"Bella, I'm just going to the bathroom."

I moved so he could get up, and I lay back down once he was gone.

I laid down where his body was, and the warmth of the bed and pillow mixed with his scent felt comforting. After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I wasn't sad because I didn't
want him to go out. I was sad…and kind of mad…because I didn't want him to go out with Jasper.

I don't think Edward was gone for a long period of time at all, but I guess I somehow managed to fall asleep, because when I woke up, he was crouched down next to the bed calling my
name softly and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"Bells…"

Eyes still closed, I turned my face into his hand and he opened his palm, cupping my cheek.

"M…hm?"

"Baby, I have to go. You don't have to get up. I'm just letting you know that I'm going. I'll be back in time for the game."

I opened my eyes slowly and put my hand over his on my cheek as he kissed my forehead and starting getting up. "Don't go…"

He slowly pulled his hand away and crouched back down. "I have to. He's waiting for me at the billiards place."

"You were with him all day yesterday…"

"I know."

"And the day before that."

He dropped his head down and sighed. "I know…"

I turned onto my back as he stood up again. I knew he was going to go no matter what I said. There was no point in making this into a huge deal. Even if we fought, he would go.

He bent down to give me a kiss goodbye and put his forehead against mine. "Bella, please don't be mad. I'll see you tonight."

I didn't say anything, and he gave me another kiss and left.

After I heard him leave the house and drive off, I got up and straightened out my clothes, walking over to Alice's room.

She was home, and I was thankful. I walked in and we talked about random things until I had to go home and get ready for tonight's game. I would've brought up the whole thing
with Edward and Jasper, but it really wasn't a big deal. I didn't want him hanging out with Jasper. Big whoop. What was she supposed to do about it? Yell at him for hanging out with
Jasper? If I brought it up, I would be complaining for no reason, and I didn't want to do that to Alice.

We spoke about school, summer, and Brian. Brian and she were doing really well, but she said Edward bothered her about him whenever she mentioned his name or hung out with him.

"Alice, don't worry. He does the same to me with some guys."

"You're his girlfriend. Obviously he's gonna get jealous."

She was right, but sometimes he overdid it. "And you're his sister. Obviously he's gonna be overprotective."

We spoke a bit more, and I left.

When I got home, Charlie was in the kitchen with Harry, trying to fix his fishing rod.

I walked into the kitchen to greet them. "Dad, I'm going to the Devils game with Edward tonight."

"I know. Have fun."

"How do you know?"

"Edward told me when – Edward told me."

I gave him a weird look and turned around slowly, walking toward the stairs. I heard Harry ask him if Edward and I were dating, and shook my head in annoyance as I went up
the stairs to my room.

I walked in my bedroom door and froze in front of my bed before quickly walking over to it.

There was a Coach bag on the bed with a folded note in front of it. My name was on the note, and when I saw the handwriting, I immediately knew who it was from. No one's
handwriting could ever match Edward's chicken-scratch writing.

I smiled and opened the note, already feeling bad that he had bought me something from Coach.

My dearest Bella,

You've been looking at this for a while now – almost every single time we've gone to the mall. Please don't be mad that I bought it. Enjoy using it.

I'm sorry I couldn't spend the day with you. I'll see you tonight.

I love you. Always.

- Edward

I put the note down and quickly opened the bag, taking out the black shoulder bag that I'd wanted for so long. Even though he told me not to be mad, I was. Well, I wasn't really
mad, but I didn't want him to keep spending money on me.

I couldn't pretend I didn't want the bag, though. I loved it! I put it on and quickly walked over to my mirror, looking at my reflection. I. Loved. It.

And I loved him. So much. He didn't need to buy me anything, and I always reminded him that.

"I know I don't have to. I want to." His answer was always the same.

I wish I could've used the bag tonight, but I definitely couldn't bring it to a hockey game. I wish I could dress girly instead of wearing my jersey just so I could use the bag, but I had
to wear my jersey. I had to.

Also, some drunken guy would probably spill beer or food on it, and a stain on this bag was the last thing I needed.

I put the bag back down on my bed, and picked up the note, reading it again. I smiled and put it in my desk's drawer. Throwing it away wasn't an option. I would never throw away
something he'd taken the time to write for me.

I threw on my Elias jersey over my jeans, and went downstairs to watch TV with Charlie and Harry for a little while. They were watching some special on hunting and I got bored fairly
quickly, so I decided to leave early.

"Dad, I'm gonna go hang out with Alice until Edward gets home." I got up and said goodbye, grabbing my keys and wallet. I didn't need a bag. It would be useless extra weight at a
sports event.

When I walked out my front door, I saw Edward's car and smiled, quickening my pace. I was so glad that he was back earlier than I thought he'd be. I walked up to the Cullen's door
and rang the doorbell. Esme answered and said Edward was upstairs, managing to make me eat a cookie before I went upstairs. No matter how much I resisted, she always force-fed
me something. I never complained, though. Her cooking and baking was unbelievably delicious.

I finally went upstairs and saw that the bathroom door was closed and the light was on, so I assumed Edward was in there. I went to see what Alice was doing, but before I even reached
her door, I heard Edward get out of the bathroom and turned around.

Before I had fully turned around, he was already in his room, the door only half-way closed. I could see him standing in front of his closet looking through clothes – a pair of jeans,
I assumed, because he would wear his jersey on top.

I smiled and began walking toward his door, and his head turned toward me as he dropped whatever he was rummaging through. He walked toward his door with a straight face, and
we reached it at the same time. I leaned in to give him a kiss, but stopped and took a step back when I noticed the door moving.

He slowly closed the door, looking at me the entire time.

Wait. What?

I stood there, shocked and confused. I didn't know whether to think about the fact that he just closed the door on my face, or worry about…his eyes.

They were…well, they weren't pink or bloodshot this time. But his pupils were dilated. I didn't want to think about them, but that was all I could do right now. I couldn't think about
anything else.

I took a step toward the door and pressed an open palm against it.

"Edward?" My voice was shaky, and it took me by surprise.

When he spoke, I realized he was right by the door as well. "Yeah."

"Can I –" I cleared my throat. "Can I come in?"

"Babe, I need some time alone." He spoke so quickly, and it caught me off guard.

"Why?" I didn't want to sound nosey, but he was acting really weird.

He slammed his hand against the door and I jumped back with a gasp. "Bella. Please. Just some time. Alone. "

His words were coming out so quickly, to the point where he was almost stumbling over them. I wanted to check if the door was locked, but if he needed some time, I'd give him some
time. I just wanted to know what he needed time for.

Still, with everything else running through my mind, I couldn't shake away the image of his eyes. They were dilated…I couldn't ignore that. Only because I knew they only dilated when
he was turned on. I wasn't here to do that, and I knew there was no one in there with him right now.

What I thought of next was what I was trying to push to the back of my mind this entire time.

This would explain why I'd never met Jasper, and why Edward's eyes were almost always hazed over when he'd come back from hanging out with him. I was beginning to think that all
those times his eyes were glassy were because he was…because he didn't have time to wind down after he…

I couldn't bring myself to think it. I couldn't think about what he did all those times he went to hang out with "Jasper." All I could do was think that "Jasper" might be a girl.

I felt helpless as I slowly sat in front of his door and began to cry. Of course I didn't want to think he was cheating on me, but I couldn't find any other explanation for everything.

I don't know how long I sat there, but it was enough time for Edward to finally open the door as I dropped my head down.

He immediately fell to his knees and I saw the blue color of his jersey's sleeve as he brought his fingers to my chin to pull it up.

I jerked my head away and dropped it down again before I could see his face. I didn't want to see his eyes. I didn't want to be reminded.

…Not that I'd forgotten what I'd just seen moments before.

He sat back on his knees and finally spoke, but instead of it comforting me, I realized that for the first time, I didn't want to hear his voice or look at his face.

"Baby?"

"Shut up, Edward."

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