Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.

For now, it is in BPOV, but that may change. Pictures of the characters on my web, here: http:/ newdawn-newday-newlife . webs . com/ residentadviser . htm. As you know by now, remove the spaces.

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"Gee, your nose looks twice as big as it was," Emmett laughed.

"What?" Cullen demanded, annoyed.

"What's that?" Emmett asked, distracting Cullen as he twisted his brother's nose faster than I could blink. There was a second of silence and then, Cullen started yelling and swearing.

"What have you do- BELLA!" Oh gee, thanks for screaming my name, Alice.

"Bye!" I muttered and made an escape. I was about to open the door of my room when someone gripped my elbow.

BPOV

"Swan, really, thanks."

I took a big breath. "Whatever, Cullen," I said, hoping he would let go of me. I didn't like the way his touch tingled – it felt as if my stomach was empty or something weird was happening in there. Maybe I was coming down with something.

"Good night."

I turned to him, amazed by this polite Cullen. "Night," I muttered and entered my room, happy to be away from him and the weird sensations he was creating in me.

The room was reeking of nail polish so I decided to do the same since it was only nine PM. I got a dark red nail polish and started painting my nails, trying to pin down what had changed had changed since last night. Something had, but what?

I didn't like to see Cullen hurt, for some unknown reason I hated Jared and Jacob, even though I didn't know them, because they had hurt Cullen. Cullen was the same jerk, having girls throw themselves at him, but this seemed to annoy me. But it felt good when I took care of him earlier.

Today, we had talked more than we had in the past year, and we hadn't fought. Weird.

I was self-conscious when I was next to him, and suddenly I was afraid of what people might think if they saw me with him. Double weird.

I decided to see if this kept going and if not, I'd continue my life. If it continued… I'd have to take drastic measures.

I awoke to someone pounding in my door. Tanya groaned and put the pillow over her head, and I stumbled to the door, getting tangled in my shoes. Opening the door, I saw none other than Cullen. He was dressed in a wife beater, shorts and sneakers, jogging on spot. He looked like an oversized ostrich.

"What the…" I yawned loudly, "…hell are you doing here?"

"It's six forty-five. You said you're jogging or something every weekend morning. I decided to accompany you." He looked a whole lot more awake than a person that didn't waking up until twelve on a weekend day.

"Right."

"So, can I join you?" he grinned.

"Let me wash," I said, yawning again. I closed the door in his face and rummaged through some clothes, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair up and got out of my room ten minutes later.

"You need a hoodie, it's cold in the morning," I said. He wasn't here. Had he left? Had it been my imagination?

Cullen appeared next to me, making me scream. His hand slapped on my mouth. "Shush! Let's go to my room to get a hoodie."

"Where did you come from?" I asked, trying to settle my heart.

"I sat down. Got bored." Here I expected his usual 'From hell' or something similar, not a normal answer.

We exited the building, running slowly side by side. I stopped a few feet away from the front door and started stretching.

"What's this?" he asked amused.

"You should know. It's called stretching," I snipped.

We took at a slow jog, nothing too fast because I'd probably end up kissing the asphalt. He got bored of my slow pace and sped up, showing off; running around me, disappearing from sight and coming back, fake gasping or wiping invisible sweat, smirking and running backwards.

"Why are you here?" I asked, annoyed after half an hour and sat down on the grass. He lay next to me, watching the sky.

"Am I annoying you?" he smirked.

"Immensely."

"Cool."

"Really, what brought this on? You were crying about waking up at nine but you were up by six this morning… on the weekend!" I exclaimed amazed.

"RA stuff."

"Cullen!" He should know by now that he couldn't fool me.

"What should I tell you, Swan?"

"Try telling me the truth," I sighed and turned to look at him. His face looked better. His lip was healing, his bruise was purple and his nose was all better, thanks to Emmett.

He turned his head to me and I met his green eyes. They were a deep green with specks of gold near the iris. I had never seen such beautiful eyes. Why hadn't I looked him in the eye before?

Cullen snapped his fingers in front of me. "Did you hear me?"

"Huh? No, sorry," I said, my cheeks warming. I had been lost in his eyes. God help me, I was becoming one of the girls! I could feel it.

"I said… I like your company," he said softly. I had never heard him use that tone. "And well, I wanted to know what other bands you like."

"You like my company?" I repeated, skeptically.

"Sure. You're sort of interesting. Now, tell me about the bands."

I watched him closely; he had to have an ulterior motive. I couldn't find it, so I answered his question. "Classic rock and well… rock mostly."

"I asked the bands, Swan, not the genre," he said impatiently, getting up and shifting in an Indian style position.

"There are many," I groaned. "The Beatles, Queen, Scorpions, Smokie, Pink Floyd, Kiss, Alice Cooper, Air Supply, Hot Chocolate, Foreigner, Prince, Duran Duran, Boney M, Abba, The Runaways, Bon Jovi-"

"I was about to say that you are my new best friend, but I have to draw the line at the blond dude." Cullen laughed and held his palm up. I eyed it, not knowing what he wanted. "High five, Swan," he said, rolling his eyes.

I tentatively slapped my palm over his and then dropped it fast. The stupid tingles were still there. "I have more," I grinned and continued my never-ending list. "Eurythmics and implicitly Annie Lennox, Paramore, Kings of Leon, Pink, 3 Doors Down and oh shit! How did I manage to forget? Elvis, Michael Jackson, Muse, Eagles-"

"Okay, take a breath," Cullen chuckled, and put his hands up. "Enough, I get the picture. I dare say, most of them are my favorites, too."

I jumped up, almost falling and turned to him. "Let's head back and shower before we hit the library."

His face fell. "Oh, do I have to? I came running."

"I knew it! I knew you had an ulterior motive!" I yelled victoriously, figuring him out.

"I always have an ulterior motive, Swan," he smirked.

"Come on, I came to your stupid practice, and you said you'll come."

"Fine," he sighed and got up. An evil glint came in his eyes. "Race you back! On three. One. Two. Three!" He rushed past me.

I tried to reach him, but I gave up soon. I kept my leisurely pace. He came to me, running backwards. "Come on, Swan! Even a toddler is faster than you."

"I'll show you a toddler!" I reached to punch him, but he sped up.

"You ain't gonna catch me!" he sang.

I sighed aggravated and sped up. He kept mocking me until we got to our dorms building. I was out of breath and he was breathing perfectly normal.

"You say you do this regularity? Shouldn't you be tougher?"

"Fuck you!" I gasped, taking deep breaths in my burning lungs.

"When and where?" he asked, smirking. It took me a second to realize what he said and when I did, I jumped on him, punching where I could reach. "Ow! I take it back!" I was on his back, tugging at his hair and slapping him. He was spinning around, making me dizzy. I grasped at his hair and neck. "Cullen, I'm getting dizzy," I moaned.

He grasped my thighs and ran up the stairs, making me scream, frightened. "Try not to leave me bald," he laughed.

"Don't drop me!" I screamed and he stumbled over a step.

We reached our floor, and my hands were now around his head, not realizing I was shielding his view. "Watch out!" I yelled as I saw Emmett coming our way. It was too late; we bumped into an amused Emmett and tumbled down.

"Is this what we should do? You know how people take an example from their RAs," he boomed.

"I think… I broke something," I moaned. "Would one of you help me up?" I asked annoyed as they kept laughing.

"I didn't drop you. Mister Wall here slammed me," Cullen laughed and helped me up. "Come to think… I'm not sure. You had your arms over my eyes."

"You are a jerk!" I shouted and stormed off to my room.

"See you in fifteen!" he yelled, still laughing.

Maybe I should reconsider this whole thing. The running was enough.

I decided to let him down easy. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to learn about the Earth. I took my shower, put on the clothes from last night, and left the room, bag in hand. I tripped over something and almost smashed my head on the floor.

"Am I that little that you didn't see me?" Cullen asked amused, straightening me up.

"Didn't see you," I grumbled and continued my way.

"I was waiting for you. You know… you told me to wait to go to the library, to which I ha never been, not needing to go there," he rambled and tagged along after me.

"Edward, you haven't called back." I groaned, wanting to smash my head on something.

"I'm not stopping," I said pointedly as a girl came towards us.

"I'm a bit busy now. I'll call you, Lilly," he rushed out, falling in step with me.

"It's Lucy!"

"Lucy, right," he muttered under his breath. I found that hilarious. "Stop laughing, Swan!"

"You have so many admires that you don't even remember their names!" I giggled.

"Jealous?"

"You. Wish."

We were silent until I realized why he was quiet and why he was a step behind me.

"Jerk!"

"What?" he asked, innocently.

"You know what, Cullen."

I pushed the doors open and, went to my usual table, sitting down. There were only two other people in the library. "Now, you have to be quiet. Turn your phone off and don't do that!" I hissed as he scraped the chair on the linoleum.

"Gee, I feel great. Whose great idea was to come here?"

"Yours, genius. Now, be quiet," I muttered.

The door opened and my group entered the room. Cullen snorted under his breath. "Figures."

"What?" I hissed.

"See the blond douche? He is a substitute," he chuckled.

"Hey, Bella," Angela greeted, smiling at me. Her eyes jumped on Cullen and she gasped.

"Hey, Ang. Don't mind him, it's just for today." I gestured to Cullen.

Mike, or the blond douche ,as Cullen called him, sat down at the table, next to me, of course. He seemed oblivious to Cullen's presence. Ben, Angela's boyfriend, sat next to her and there was Nathan, of course. Nathan was the best guy ever. Some people, I won't give names, could learn from him a thing or two from him.

"Hi, Bella. Edward, is it?" He was the first one to acknowledge Cullen verbally. The jerk next to me grinned widely and nodded.

"You are?" he asked, in a tone as if he was the center of the universe.

"Nathan Howard."

When I saw Cullen opening his mouth, I stepped on his foot. "Fuck!"

"Shut up," I hissed. Why did I agree to this? Wasn't running enough?

"As I said, ignore the presence to my right and let's start," I said to everyone.

We started talking about the climate and the temperature changes, protecting the environment and endangered species.

"Have you thought of the poor penguins?" Cullen asked seriously, leaning his forearms on the table, getting in our discussion.

I was the only one who found something odd in his question, because the others started talking together, Angela even slapping her forehead. "How could I forget about them?"

"Put them in freezers," Mike announced. He sounded serious which meant he had a serious problem with his brain.

"Why don't you go try to dribble without losing the ball? Then come back and maybe we'd listen to your moronic ideas?" Cullen snapped at him.

"Not all of us are basketball gods!"

"Then why did you choose it?"

"Just go away, Cullen. Why are you even here? Is Bella your new acquisition?"

Cullen got up and turned to Mike. "Don't. Not here," I seethed. We had already attracted attention with their little spat.

"I saved the fucking penguins, you don't need me anymore," Cullen decided. He turned on his heels and left.

I turned to Mike, glowering. "What? He started it!"

"I am running this meeting. Get the hell out of here before I do something I'd regret," I hissed to Mike.

"Like what? Bitch-slap me?" My fist made contact with his jaw. "Ow, shit," he groaned.

I got up, grabbed my things and left.

When I was outside, I tried to understand why the hell I stood up for Cullen. It made no sense. I took my phone out and called Alice. I told her to meet me at Starbucks and hung up. I had yet another caramel macchiato in front of me, tapping my fingers on the table.

Alice rushed inside, bought something, and came to me.

"Why the hurry, and shouldn't you be at that club of yours?"

"Alice, something is happening to me!" I groaned.

"Are you sick?" she asked, fearfully.

"No… it's your brother," I said, biting my lip and trying to make sense of my thoughts.

"Edward? I knew there was something between you two. What has he done?" Alice asked, angrily.

"It's not like that. You know it. It's just…" I started telling her how I had been feeling since the ice thing; about me going to his practice and him coming to my club and about him coming running with me.

"He what? At six AM? Are you sure you're talking about my brother? Tall, reddish brown mess of hair, green eyes and impossible attitude…" she hinted.

"Yes, Alice, him," I said, annoyed that she had interrupted me. I continued my explanation until I got to the present time.

"I'm here. Why did you wake me, Alice?" Rose asked, annoyed as she appeared next to us.

"Thanks, Alice," I muttered, sarcastically. As I drank from my coffee, Alice told Rose what I had told her.

"Sexual frustration," Rose smirked.

"It's not! He is infuriating me! Always," I defended myself.

"Oh. My. God. You like my brother!" I spit out my coffee, choking.

"What?" I asked, meekly.

"It's not that, Alice. Let her realize it on her own," Rose said softly.

"I don't like Cullen," I spat his name, got up, threw my coffee away and left them there.

How could they think that? He was a jerk and would always be one; a jerk with amazing green eyes. I groaned to myself and trudged my way to my room.

Next Saturday found me in the arena, again. I sat in a corner, away from everyone, hoping no one would notice me. I had deliberately worn black and the hoodie was supposed to conceal who I was. I saw Alice and Rose looking for me, but they gave up when they couldn't find me.

I hadn't talked much with anyone since last Saturday, especially Cullen. I did a pretty good job at avoiding him. I had no idea what I was doing here, but here I was, watching him and only him play. As the break came, I stretched and slumped on the chair, returning to the book I had brought with me.

"Feeling emo, Swan?" he asked, softly and sat next to me.

"How did you… know?"

"You're hard to miss," he smirked. "What are you reading?"

"Nothing." I blushed and damned Jasper for recommending this book. It was amazing, but I couldn't very well tell Cullen about it. Then again, he might not have heard of it.

"So, are you going to be here every practice?"

I shrugged.

"I'll run with you on weekends, but I draw the line at the club. Don't make me listen to that again."

"Who said I wanted you to run with me? I enjoy the quietness."

"So you didn't look hopefully around last Sunday and this morning before you started running?" he tested me.

I turned my head to him, meeting his eyes for the first time since last Saturday. They were clear green and gleaming with mischievousness. "You…" I snapped my mouth close. "Just go back there. Let me read my book." I returned my eyes to the book.

"This isn't the fucking library. What are you reading, anyway?" he asked, intrigued as I blushed further. "Is it porn?"

I growled quietly.

"Did you just growl?" he asked amused, letting out a loud laugh.

Suddenly, hands were over my eyes. "Guess who, Boop?"

"Tough one, Emmett. Calling me Boop didn't give you away," I sneered and slapped his hands away.

Cullen had my book in his hands. His eyes widened as he read something then he cut them to me. "What else are you hiding, Swan? I feel like I should call you my new best friend."

"I won't return the favor and give me my book back. Don't say a word about it," I snapped.

"Is it the one Jazz recommended?" Emmett asked.

"JASPER!" I yelled annoyed, not realizing the he would actually answer me.

"Hey, the girls were wondering where you are. What did you need?" he asked, jogging to me and raising an eyebrow at Cullen.

"How many people know about the book?"

"Just friends. Why? Do you want to read it, Edward?" he grinned.

"It seems… entertaining. It could rival the porn stash I had in high school," Cullen said cockily.

"It's a good book," Jasper smirked. "See, I told you, I had good taste!"

"Sure, Jazz," I snorted.

Coach Shaw whistled, and Emmett and Jasper sprinted to him.

"I want that after you finish it," Cullen said quietly and jogged back in the court.

He played perfectly. It was starting to make sense to me, and I could say I was enjoying basketball. It was all because of Cullen. Argh!

Somehow, I managed to be the last one to leave, and incidentally or not, Cullen was picking balls.

"Could you give me a hand?" he asked when I tried to sneak out.

"Why the sudden politeness?" I was impressed and picked a ball. It was heavier than I thought it would be. "Catch!" I yelled and threw it at him, missing his head by a few inches.

"Sheesh, if you wanted to decapitate me you could have found another way to do it!"

"Sorry?"

"Sure, kill the captain and let it look like an accident." He smirked and threw a ball at me, or so I thought. It flew above me and went in the basket.

"Smooth." I applauded him.

"Wanna try? It's not that hard. You may have beginner's luck." What happened to the jerk from a few days ago?

"Sure." I went to him with a ball in hand.

"This," he put his foot on a line, "Is a free throw line. It's 19 feet away." He groaned loudly when he saw me staying there and watching the line. "You are not standing right." He moved me around, touching me a lot, creating that emptiness in my stomach and zapping me with his electrical current. "There. Throw now."

"In the basket?" I asked. Of course in the basket, Bella! What a stupid question.

"Hoop." He grinned.

"What?" I asked, dazed. What hoop?

"The hoop or the basket as you keep calling it. It's the same thing. Now, shoot."

I threw the ball and put my hands above my head. I heard a bang and jumped. What had I destroyed?

"You hit the backboard. It was pretty close to the hoop," Cullen said appreciatively.

He took a ball, dribbled it and threw it. Of course, it went in. He smirked at me. "Try again. But move closer."

I kept trying, moving around the hoop but to no avail. I was almost under the hoop, now. I decided if now, it didn't go in, I won't try again. Ever.

I threw it. I heard the metal net moving and suddenly I was on the ground with a splitting headache.

"Shit! Are you okay, Swan?"

I opened my eyes slowly and focused on Cullen's alarmed face.

"I didn't realize you were under it. But, on a lighter note, it went in."

"It did? I managed to do it?" I asked happy. What I did next was impulse. I hugged Cullen. He froze but after a second, he hugged me back.

"A story to tell your grandkids," he chuckled in my ear and released me. I still felt his hot breath on my neck.

"Sure," I laughed nervously and moved away from him.

I helped him pick up the balls and lock them before heading to our dorms building.

"How are classes going?" Now, he was making small talk. Was he bi-polar?

"Good, I guess. I had a few tests. Messed one up for sure," I said honestly and wrapped the hoodie around me. It was too cold.

"I'm doing good, I guess. I'm learning about nerves." He grinned.

We reached the door, and he held it for me. "What?" he shrugged as I watched him surprised.

"Nothing. You're different."

"Like what?" He frowned.

"You act and talk differently," I told him.

"Good or bad different?"

I was about to answer when we reached our floor, but Rebecca, I think her name was, Jacob's sister, came to Cullen.

He had no shame, leaning down and kissing the girl in front of me. I stomped to my room.

"Later, Swan!" he yelled after me and did something that sent the bitch into a fit of giggles.

I slammed the door after me and realized I had entered Alice and Rose's room.

"Hey, it's pretty late so keep it down," Alice whispered.

"Rose, where do you keep your strong stuff?" I asked nonchalantly, knowing they would yell at me soon.

"What do you want?" Rose asked, amused by my request.

"Whatever you think is good for me," I replied and dropped on Alice's bed. She crawled to me and hugged me. "Honey, I knew it would happen."

"You knew?" I yelled and tugged at my hair. "Fuck, Alice, we talked. I actually had a conversation with him… he showed me how to throw the ball and we had fun until I knocked myself out and… then when we came back, boom… a bitch came to him and he is all 'Later, Swan!' I hate your brother."

"Here, Bella. Drink this." Rose put a glass in my hand. I downed it, coughing at the burning feeling in my throat. "Whoa! Easy!"

"Another one," I commented, feeling better.

"Bella, my brother will change. I know it. For you, he will do it. Give him time," Alice whispered and rubbed my back.

I snorted and drowned another glass from Rose. She drew a line at that, not letting me have more. I fell asleep in Alice's bed and woke up at six with a pounding headache. I slipped out of their room, took a cold shower to wake up, and got dressed quietly for my run. I got my iPod and left. It was five after seven when I got out. I was late on my schedule. I put the ear buds in their place and shuffled for a hard rock song. I needed something to compensate the pounding in my head. I turned up the volume and ran as I hadn't run ever before. Usually I took a lazy walk around or jogged when I felt like it, but today was different.

On my third alley, between the trees, a white figure appeared. I smiled. Another one that wakes early, I thought. That was until I saw the figure. It was Cullen. I ran in the other direction, avoiding him, but at the end of the alley, I crashed into him. Literally.

He said something as he steadied me, but I didn't hear it. He took the ear bud from my left ear and looked at me intensely.

"Look, Swan. Good morning, but I know you don't want to hear that."

"Then stop annoying me!" I snapped and turned around.

"Wait," he whispered quietly and caught my elbow. "I'm awake at this ungodly hour… because I didn't lie last week. I do like your company. Last night it was fun and you scared the crap out of me when the ball hit your head."

"You're still you. What with Jacob's sister and all?" I hissed angrily and tried to free my elbow from his grasp.

"Swan, give me a chance. We could try to be friends, you know? We have things in common." Cullen had the nerve to want to be friends with me!

"My friends are more considerate than you. Try to reevaluate yourself and then come ask me for friendship," I spat.

"Like what? Tell me what to do!" Was he begging? Really?

"Like… have a steady relationship and stop picking on people that are defenseless." I grinned, knowing he won't do that.

"A steady relationship?" he frowned and ran a hand through his hair. That was his problem, the relationship! He was such a ladies' man that he couldn't imagine being with just one girl!

"Now, release my arm. I'm about to burn some steam," I said happily. He let go and I took off. I heard him running towards me a second later.

"What about coffee after running?" he asked with a smirk.

"Caffeine isn't good after effort," I informed him. "You should know that being a future doctor and all."

"Fuck! I'm trying to do something right, To listen to what you said."

"So. Let me guess… you'll go out only with Jacob's sister, whatever her name is, and you would stop picking on defenseless people? So we could go out as friends now?"

"No. I invited you to coffee to start the damn steady thing," he murmured, effectively cutting my running short. I almost fell as the words sunk in. "So, Swan?"

I put my hands on my knees, regulating my breath and thinking. What had he just asked? I turned and went to sit on the grass, my favorite place in the morning. I patted a place next to me, not looking at him.

"Listen, Cullen… I don't know if this will work, but I'm willing to try. So the thing is, we don't tell people about what we are doing," I said quietly, I nearly didn't hear myself.

"Okay," he answered in the same tone.

"What about the other part?" I probed.

"I'll be good, but if Newton gets on my nerves, I don't make any promises." He smiled crookedly.

"Fair. Now, we should try and call each other by our first names." I gulped. I had never called him on his first name.

"I've called you Bella a couple of times," he contemplated.

"I know, Cul… Edward." There. It was easy, not as hard as I thought.

I turned my head to meet his light, sparkling eyes. He was happy that I called him by his name. His eyes had turned a deep green almost the color of a tropical forest. Magnificent.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, interested.

"Tropical forests," I said, blushing. Oh my God! This wasn't happening… I couldn't let myself do this, although here I was…

"Something for the Club?" he probed.

I laughed. "No."

He studied me closely, but gave up on finding the answer. His eyes widened, suddenly and he leaned closer. I leaned back, unsure of what he wanted to do. He snatched the fallen ear bud and put it in his ear. Cullen – I mean, Edward – turned his eyes to me.

"I love this one," he grinned, talking about 'Time is running out' by Muse.

"I love it, too," I answered, willing myself to relax, but I couldn't. He was too close and his hot breath was on my neck and chin and… if I leaned down a bit… Don't go there, Bella! I snapped at myself. But the insane part of my brain, the one that agreed to this whole thing… ogled his lips. They were pale pink, full, looking soft and I about fainted when his tongue wet his lower lip.

I refocused my eyes on his. He was smirking. Busted! I blushed and averted my gaze.

"I always knew you wouldn't be able to resist me, Bella. We would have ended up here sooner or later, anyway," he chuckled, pushing me down and laying next to me, listening to my next song. "This one is amazing."

"You're talking about Muse. They are all amazing. It's rude to say one is better than the other," I teased him. Fuck! I teased him!

"Burn in hell for your sins! It suits me, don't you think?" Cullen mused.

"If that's your wish…" I shrugged.

It was later than usual when I returned to the dorm, but I didn't move. We kept talking about the songs and other random things that came out of the songs.

"Captain!" Edward –yes, I'm calling him Edward. I'm proud of me – jumped, startled when someone called him.

"Huh?" He hadn't talked in a while so he must have dozen off. I laughed as he sat up and rubbed his eyes, glaring at the person in front of him. It was a substitute, I think.

"What Stevens?" he snapped. I nudged him with my knee and he cleared his throat, but didn't repeat in a nicer tone.

"I have this… from coach," he said, afraid and handed Edward a stack of papers.

"What's this?" Edward asked, putting the papers down, not looking at them.

"Complaints he got because of you. He said to inform you if you keep it up… you're out."

"What?" Edward yelled angrily and took the papers. His eyes widened as he looked over them. "Shit! He said he wouldn't!"

"Sorry, Captain. The deadline is-"

"There's a fucking deadline?"

"Eh… by November's game." With that, the boy left.

"Complaints?" I asked, confused.

"Yes. You saw some yourself. I mean… when I punched Jared and stuff like that. It means me starting a fight on the floor. There," he explained, looking through the papers, exclaiming angrily.

"No worries, right? You're changing." He turned to look at me, dubiously.

"Right," he sighed, and flopped back on the grass. "I think I'll go back to sleep and hope this is a nightmare," he groaned and pushed the papers away.

I stayed there, watching him sleep until I got chilly. I had no idea how to wake him; I couldn't very well leave him there and go.

"Cullen?" I tried. Nothing. I touched his hand slowly. "Hey, wake up." His fingers wrapped around mine squeezing it. The butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I cursed them. "Edward?" I whispered and moved his hand gently.

He grumbled and turned on his side, jerking awake and sputtering grass. "Aw fuck!"

I glanced at our still joined hands and then at his eyes. He was watching me curiously. "I fell asleep, really?" he asked, astonished then he realized that our hands were joined. "Molesting me in my sleep, Swan?"

All good things end. I snatched my hand back. "You took my hand, jerk! I should have just left you here, sleeping. Why do I bother with you?"

"Hey, eh…sorry. I'm not used to waking up next to someone, especially in grass," he groaned.

"I'm going back," I announced and got up.

"Wait, we're going the same way!"

We walked in silence until we reached our floor.

"Bella! There you are! Edward," Alice said quietly. Please don't read into it.

"Sis," he acknowledged her. "I'll go talk with coach about the papers," Edward said and disappeared back downstairs.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Alice. We ran again."

"It's one o'clock." I gaped at her and came up with nothing. No excuse. "So?" She grinned widely.

"Nothing," I amended and went to my room.

"What did you do? And why is there grass in your hair?"

"Laid down…and talked about RA stuff." I grinned. I could blame this on RA.

She looked at me skeptically and dragged me to her room. She put me on her bed. "Spill."

"What Alice? Chill!" I muttered as she spasmed next to me, the bed vibrating.

As I started lying, hopefully well, I remembered the meeting we had to organize. "I have to go," I rushed out and started to her door.

"Where to?" she asked interested.

"Tonight is a meeting, you know?"

"Oh right. Emmett wan- oops I shouldn't say it," she giggled.

"If he decided to destroy our first meeting, tell him I'll strangle him," I seethed.

"You'd have to deal with Rose…afterwards," she said, seriously.

"Right. Bye, Alice." I waved at her and left.

Now, where do I find Cullen? I mean, Edward. I tried the arena, but the doors were closed. Trying to think of places to look for him and what I could say at the meeting when I hit someone.

"Shit! Sorry, I wa-" I looked up when I felt the electric shocks on my upper arms. Edward. "I was looking for you."

"You found me," he said. He looked stressed and he wasn't cracking up stupid jokes.

"What happened? Did it go wrong?"

"Oh no…I promised him I'd be good. Listen, Bella. We have that meeting tonight…and after it…" He grounded his teeth and sighed aggravated, running a hand through his hair. "Could we…talk about the agreement?"

"Sure," I said, somehow disappointment. I thought he was going to try to ask me out again. "Where?"

"That's the thing…I don't know. I had never done this stuff!" he groaned and watched me closely as if trying to decipher where I'd like to go.

"Let's talk about the meeting first. I have no idea what to say," I said.

"Like I know!" he chuckled. "Okay…let's go do this."

"I need to change. How about we talk about the meeting over lunch?" I asked, imagining how good it would feel to have clean clothes on me.

"Are you inviting me out?" he asked, amused.

Cocky Cullen was back. "No, it's a business meeting."

"Should I wear a tie?" he continued.

I brushed past him to the dorm building. "Bow tie," I muttered, snickering.

"I heard you!" he yelled, and I found myself in the air. I shrieked, of course. He had somehow lifted me on his shoulders and was running to our building. I gripped his hair, afraid I'd lose my balance and fall. It was worse than being on his back! I was too high, and he was running too fast.

"No! The doorway!" I yelled as we approached it. He ducked, making me topple over his head.

"I'm really starting to think this is proper behavior," Emmett laughed from somewhere, approaching us. I was shaking as I launched at Edward, punching his chest.

"Hey! Stop!" he groaned and pinned my hands. "You won't behave like this, Emmett or as your RA, I'd have to take drastic measures," Edward said seriously to his brother.

"Two sharp, here," I demanded and went upstairs.

"Aye, cap- no…it doesn't work, I'm captain. Well, just, aye, Bella!" Edward laughed at his own joke and I ascended the stairs, shaking my head.

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