The room is drowned with nothingness as the sound of static develops inside my ears. Images pool inside the depths of my mind, images of the morning. I had run home so fast that I thought I would faint at the front door. As I opened the front door Jacob was waiting for me there. He saw my dazed state and asked me what had happened. I couldn't talk, I could barely breathe. He simply gathered me into his arms and brought to my bedroom. I laid here for quite some time wishing that the images would disappear, praying sleep would find me. It didn't so here I am, lost in the darkness of my bedroom.

I push the covers off of my body because the room is quite hot from the summer air. I hear movement inside my room and I immediately shoot up, my eyes betray me, I cannot see a thing. I squint and I swear I can see a faint silhouette of someone standing close to my window. I catch my breath and my hands immediately dart towards the light next to my bed. I turn it on and scream.

Edward Cullen is inside my bedroom, as I am about to scream again he comes closer placing his cold hand on my lips.

"Please, be quiet. I'm not here to hurt you." I want to bite his hand or scream louder. But it's something about that voice that places me into a trance, it's like I have to do as he says. "I'm going to remove my hand now. Promise no screaming?" He begs.

I nod and he gently places his hands off of my mouth. He sits on the edge of my bed and I immediately remember that I am only wearing a white tank top and black boy shorts underwear. I pull the covers all the way up to my chest. He notices this and does a beautiful, I mean extremely sexy, crooked smile.

"Why in the hell are you here?" I ask him blowing some fallen hair out of my face. I want to remove the strands with my hands but then I'd drop the blanket and be practically naked in front of him again. He looks at me so vividly as if he's peering into the depths of my soul, reading my thoughts and emotions.

"I'm just trying to figure you out. You're really hard for me to read." He whispers and gazes again at me like I'm some type of prey.

"You sure you haven't figured me out? You seem to hate me so much already like you know me."I'm rambling like an idiot but I don't care. He's the creepy one right now starring at me half naked in MY room.

"I'm trying to make that effort. To figure you out, I apologize for predetermining who you are. If you knew my reasons…" He clenches his jaw, that perfectly chiseled jaw, as if it were carved in stone like Adonis, "you'd understand." His words sound like lyrics with an underlining meaning.

"Couldn't this meeting have waited in the morning? You know when normal people meet?" He smiles softly lowering his head then lifting it back up.

"I apologize. I just had to see you. Don't you want to know me?" My heart catches at the word Had as if he needed to be with me. I know, I think too much into the word but a part of me blushes. I'm quite smitten by this softer more angelic version of him. I have to be strong through I cannot let him see my weakness.

"I know lots of people, doesn't mean I want to get to know them." We stare at each other momentarily and my chest heaves slowly. He's so close to me, if I wanted I could throw myself on top of him and we could…

Okay, I need to stop. I barely know him and he could be a deranged murderer for all I know. "Besides, how did you know where I lived? How did you get in here?" Edward tilts his head slowly to the right side,

"Such a curious person you are, filled with so many questions. I came through your window, it was open." He motions his head towards the open window. A breeze flows through the window and it causes my hair to slightly swing against the side of my face. "As for your living situation I knew you lived with Jacob."

"So you came to have an overnight sleeping party? I don't think your girlfriend would like that very much," I deflect and suddenly his gaze becomes very stiff.

"Bella cannot know about this." His voice is stern. I remember his great strength from earlier and I don't dare go against him, I never want to make him mad again. I nod my head,

"Okay, I won't say anything." Edward nods his head as he stands up from my bed. A part of me wishes he wouldn't leave. He turns to face me.

"I am doing this for my own reasons. I need to understand things," I bring my legs up to my chest and cradle them under the blanket.

"What types of things?" He smirks.

"Are you always this inquisitive?"

"Are you always this mysterious? What are you a puzzle?" He chuckles, "please let me remind you that you came into my room, woke me from sleep—"

"Now that's not quite fair," he cuts me off. "You were not sleeping." I shake my head

"How would you know? I was actually having quite the dream."

"I see," he says softly and comes closer to me. For a moment I think he will touch my cheek or do something really bold. Maybe it's because of the way he's starring at me such longing, questions fill his eyes. He doesn't however, he simply sticks his hands inside his pockets. "I will not keep you further. I simply request that you have dinner with me tomorrow night."

"A date?" I blurt out. It's stupid I know and childish and I probably shouldn't have said it. Edward raises an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Not quite, just two people trying to get to know each other."

"Do you want me to get to know you?"

Without thinking I stand up from my bed and stand right beside him. I don't know what's come over me, but I feel so small next to him. He's pushing all his rules on me without me being able to get in one word. It infuriates me. I've never meet someone I could hate and yet want to make out with in the same moment.

I cross my arms and as I stare at him I realize I'm so short beside his massive body. He's wearing a dark blue shirt and blue jeans. His hair perfectly tousled and pushed out of his face. My heart thumps against my chest again. I feel like he can hear it…though probably see it, because he looks down at my chest for a moment then back at me.

"Leah," he says clenching his jaw as if he's in pain as if I'm causing him excruciating soreness. "You really need to get control of that heart beat of yours." I look at him flabbergasted. I place my hand along my heated skin right where I can feel the thump of my heart. Normal guys in this situation would've glanced at my chest, sense the shirt is pretty tight, no he glances at the thumping of my heart.

"Why?" I ask him. He doesn't answer he simply turns around and walks back towards the window. He turns to me before he leaves.

"Tomorrow, 7, I'll pick you up." Before I can respond he is out my bedroom window.

"Jacob, what do you know about Edward Cullen?" Before I can even think of a reason for me asking, Jacob lifts his head and stares at me oddly.

"Why do you wanna know?" both of us has been lying outside in the grass for what seemed like an hour. I sit up from my laying position and bring my legs up to my chest.

"No reason, just you know curious."

"well," Jacob sits up too positioning his legs to be Indian style. "I don't know much about the guy. All that I really know is I don't like him. He's not trustworthy." I laugh to myself at that. It's true he couldn't be trusted yet a part of me feels as if he wouldn't hurt a fly. There has to be a reason why he wanted to meet me tonight. Plus the way he stares at me… it feels like he's trying to dig through my skin and read my thoughts.

"Why don't you trust him?" I ask laying my chin on my shins my dark hair is a curtain shielding me from the rays of the sun. Jacob begins to pick at the grass below him.

"I just know. Plus, he's no good for Bella."

"We've been over this Jake, you're just jealous."

"Jealous or not I know he's going to hurt her. They're too different. She's more like me like us." I tilt my head softly

"Like us? What do you mean?" Jacob shakes his head and sighs.

"Never mind, you wouldn't understand."

"People seem to be telling me that a lot lately." I mutter under my breath. Jacob gives me a quizzical look.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I roll my eyes getting up from sitting down.

"Nothing,"

"someone's in a bad mood." I take a fist full of grass and throw it at him. He looks up with annoyance,

"Leah, you're such a pig!"

"And you're a dog," I tease back he jumps up wiping the grass off his hands and legs.

"Oh that's it," he says grabbing me and flinging me over his shoulder. I kick and scream in laughter. Darn my small height and body! I punch his lower back but it doesn't seem to do him any damage.

"Let me go Jake! Put me down,"

"as you wish," he says dropping me bottom first on the hard forest floor. I look up at him crossing my arms with a scowl on my face.

"You're so mean." I lift myself up and start to walk towards the house.

"You started it," he follows behind me sticking out his tongue. "Why are we going inside?"

"I have some place to be," I say as I get inside the house heading towards my bedroom. I don't want to say more. I won't dare say that Edward Cullen is picking me up. I think Jacob would probably punch me then lift me back up to punch me again.

"Where do you have to be? You don't know anyone here." I take the towel from my suitcase and throw it over my shoulders.

"Now, you're just being mean." I give him a pouty face and he chuckles throwing his hands into the air.

"I am not, c'mon tell me, is it a guy?" I say nothing. I merely reach for my bath scrub and walk past him into the hallway. He trots behind me,

"It is a boy isn't it." He makes kissey noises as I close the bathroom door on him.

I wait outside of the house at exactly seven o clock. I look back towards the house thankful that Jacob had decided to hang with some of his friends in town. Apparently, Bella is meeting all of them there to see a movie as well.

A part of me started to wonder if she and Edward even hung out. I mean, I know I'm no boyfriend expert, but doesn't the always being around each other thing come with the title?

I cross my arms around my chest. I know, I should've worn more appropriate clothing. Instead, of the black thigh length dress that I am wearing. I know, it's a little promiscuous for my taste I must admit, but I wanted to have a little fun with this. The last time Edward saw me I was drenched either with alcohol or salt water from the beach. This time I had come prepared, bringing out the big guns.

I bite my tongue as I see a silver Volvo come up to the property. He's driving fast, so fast a cascade of dust swarms around me as he stops the car. My hair thrusts itself backwards and I have to push it out of my face in frenzy. I curl my toes in anxiety as he steps out of the car with those jet black shades on. He's wearing a black button up shirt that seems to expose the athleticism of his perfectly chiseled physique. I have to lift my jaw up immediately because if I didn't I think I'd drool all over myself. I sigh in my head trying to compose myself.

He smiles, damn him for smiling, because I feel like my insides will melt once more. He takes off his sunglasses as he eyes me properly. He never does it rudely, or hungrily, but with a mere curiosity.

"You look lovely, if I would've known we were dressing up. I would've come more appropriately dressed."

"Oh, this old thing. No, this isn't anything." I lie and it makes me sound like one of those awful actresses in a 70's movie. He smirks as he walks over towards the passenger side door and opens it for me. It's quite romantic, I have to say, no one has ever opened a door for me before.

I crawl inside his car and finally exhale. He closes the door and walks over to the driver side hopping inside.

"Music," he asks as he starts the car up and drives off. I nod my head. He presses play and some beautiful classical music floats against my ears. It causes me to chuckle and stare at him,

"Classical," I tease.

"I find it quite relaxing and beautiful."

You're beautiful I retort back in my head.

Get yourself together Leah don't let some bronze haired, gorgeous smelling man throw you off guard.

"My dad use to play classical music." I try to change the subject and talk about my family so I wouldn't concentrate on how the stars are reflecting from his eyes. He's so fair in the darkness of the car and he reminds me of a star guiding a lost traveler home.

"I play the piano as a pastime as well," I turn to face the forest. That way I'd past time so I wouldn't stare at him.

"I wish I could play,"

"Maybe I could teach you one day." I smirk and turn towards the front of the car.

"I think you'd get annoyed at how bad I suck." He laughs as he turns the corner onto a busier street.

"I have more patience than you could possibly imagine." This statement makes me turn to stare at him. The lights from the cars reflect off his face and eyes. He catches my staring and I look away immediately.

"We're here," he says.

I look at the small cozy restaurant in front of us. He gets out of the car and opens my door for me. This time he reaches out his hand and I take it. I feel it again as our skin caresses each others. The world holts, the stars seem brighter, and I can distinctly hear my racing heart pound against my chest. He growls slowly and immediately lets my hand go. I place my hand on his shoulder in worry. Did I do something to upset him?

"Edward, are you okay?" He turns to face me and in an instant he's normal. He smiles,

"I'm fine, shall we?" He ushers me into the restaurant and I follow like a lost sheep.

We get inside the cozy restaurant with dim lightening and I swear this should be some place Edward takes Bella, his girlfriend, not me. It's way to intimate and it makes goose bumps prickle my flesh as I hear the soft violin play a romantic beat. "Leah," he calls me back to earth and I stare at him. He motions for me to follow the hostess and him as she takes us to our small table in the middle of the back of the restaurant. We both sit down at the candle lit table and the hostess hands us our menus.

"Nice you see you again Edward, So glad you could visit us again." He smiles politely,

"It's always a pleasure Edna." The old woman coos as she pats his shoulder and walks away.

"You seem like quite the celebrity."

"When you've been here as long as I have you seem to create a bond with each person." I lift my menu eyeing each and every type of pasta on it. I lower it as he eyes me slowly,

"okay, mister celebrity what should I get?" He places his hands up to his mouth and smiles softly under them.

"Try the chicken alfredo, it's to die for." I lower the menu closing it in the process.

"What are you getting?" Edward lowers one hand to the table.

"I'm not hungry actually." I scratch the side of my head.

"Then why did you take me to a restaurant? I can't eat by myself, that's just weird and odd."

"It's only bizarre if you make it as such." He suggests.

"I'm not eating either then." I fall back into my seat and cross my arms.

"Suite yourself, but, I know you're starving." He's right, I am hungry, in fact I hadn't eaten all day because I was so nervous about this date…or outing… or whatever exactly this was. Of course I have to be stubborn and I won't tell him that.

"Am not,"

"You're stomach betrays you." He smirks.

Just like it knew to respond to him it gurgles and I place my hands around it trying to shush it. "Please, eat, I insist."

Before I can protest Edward flags down the waitress placing my order for me. I brood silently in my chair he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, a part of him believes it's amusing. He stares at me now and it's really starting to freak me out,

"You're starring at me," I remind him.

"I apologize, it's just I know so much already about you and yet nothing at all." I take a sip of my water and lower my head swallowing it.

"Well, when normal people want to learn more about the other person they simply ask them." Edward nods his head,

"duly noted."

"I have an idea," He raises an eyebrow in suspicion. I throw my hands onto the table,

"hear me out. It's a game, have you ever played 21 questions?" Edward shakes his head,

"I can say that I have." I clap my hands together in excitement. I feel like a stupid eighth grader but I don't care, I want to get to the bottom of this guy and this would be the most pleasant, non-threatening way to do it. "How do you play?"

"You just ask questions. Like, okay, I'll go first." I place my hands in front of me knit together and I sit up extremely straight clearing my throat. My feather earrings hit up against my neck. He stares at me oddly but smiles as I begin to speak.

"Okay, first question, what is your favorite food?"

"What type of question is that?" I look at him with a mouth wide open. I'm partly offended, I thought starting off with something so simple could be easy a tension breaker. He moves under his seat and I can see I have him uncomfortable.

"Okay, relax, loosen up. It's a good question. Simple."

"I like all foods." A part of me feels like he is lying, I'm too excited to debate him more so I roll my eyes and say,

"Okay your turn ask me something." He scratches the side of his face as if he's trying to think of something, anything, to say to me.

"Do you ever dream?" I look at him bizarrely.

"What?" He tilts his head slightly.

"Do you ever dream? If so, what about?" I sigh.

This is the weirdest question I've ever gotten but I never back down from a challenge. I want to tell him I dream about him but I know that's far too creepy.

"I dream about nature a lot. Running through forests. I hear things so clearly and see so much better than I thought I would." He listens intently nodding his head to everything that I say. It's weird, I feel as if no one has ever listened that directly to me.

The lady brings out my plate of steaming pasta and sets it in front of me. My mouth waters at the look of it.

"Do you ever dream about me?" I cough on the water that I just swallowed. I bring my hand up to my mouth and my eyes become large.

"Excuse me," I say placing the napkin from the table onto my lap.

"It's merely a question." He says softly placing both his hands on the table.

"You just can't ask someone if they dream about you—"

"Well, I dream about you." He says through the thickness of his eye lashes. The fork that was in my hand drops to the floor as I look at him in shock. He does a perfect soft smile.

"You do," He nods his head.

"I think the real question is are you really like the person from my dreams or completely different?" I slide a piece of hair behind my ear nervously. I want to change the subject. I pick up the fork and wipe it off with my napkin. I stick it into the plate of noodles and begin to eat.

"This really is quite good."

Hope you all enjoy! I know, by now you're all prolly sitting in your seat waiting to see what will happen next! I am so excited and thrilled that you all like my story. I have so many ideas and once i start typing i cannot stop. I hope you all like this chapter. I feel like i really got these character's voices down perfectly...so I hope. Enjoy! remember to comment, I love love love feedback