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All I can say is that I'm playing the entire story as it appears in my head.. Brooklynn10: Sorry to keep you going back and forth! Hopefully soon, you will stay in one place; you should end up loving Edward. stavanger1: You seem to be going the most insane. Edward does enjoy the fact that he has control over Bella, but as I said before, there are going to be some changes in Edward. Bella still can't get over the fact that she still loves Edward, for some reason. So I hope that clears up a few of your questions Sorry for the confusion.

I woke up the next morning in Edward's bed. I reached for him, but he wasn't there. My eyes opened. "Edward?" Then I noticed the note that sat neatly on the pillow next to me, written in Edward's handwriting.

It read,"Good morning my love. Do not be troubled. I just went to breakfast you could say, and I will be back shortly. Hopefully you do not wake to find this note, but if you shall, you have my deepest apologies."

I hopped out of bed. I still wore Edward's shirt. Umm. He usually didn't leave me a note, he would just leave. Well, he said he would be back, shortly, so I'll just take a quick shower.

Taking a shower felt so nice on my skin. It felt good to wash away the dirt from yesterday and be clean. I could feel the ache in some of the muscles I had used yesterday, but at least I got out. And to make things better, I was going to see Alice in a few days. She must know we're already coming. I pulled Edward's shirt back over my body. I would have to get my clothes on.

Opening the door to the bathroom felt good, as I felt the cool air swirl around my hot body. I looked up and Edward was already seated on the bed, he eyes a bright golden. It's funny, because I never noticed them black. Maybe he just did it in advance before they could turn black. He smiled at me.

"Feel better?" I eyed him, sure I loved him, but I could never be too careful around Edward. He might try something. Then I nodded.

"How was your sleep? No disturbing dreams I hope." I shook my head, in silence again. "Good." He just continued to smile my favorite crooked smile.

"Are you bipolar?" I asked confused. He laughed at this.

"No, it just that, things are going to be different between us from now on." What? I actually wanted to go over and feel his head, but there was no point.

"You are bipolar."

"No, honestly Bella. I know that I have not treated the way in which you should be treated. But it's hard when we're alone and I have no rules to follow."

"No, but you're always nice to me before we go into public. It's an act. So don't expect me to fall for it. Not this time." He just looked at me with no expression on his face. He tipped his head to the side.

"Your right, how can I expect you to believe me? My past actions have been an act."

"Oh please, don't go with the innocent act! Spare me." He continued to stare at me, a smile twitching at his lips.

"Are you hungry?"

"What?"

"Are you hungry, because I made breakfast for you?"

"For what? So you can fatten me up and say you've been taking care of me?"

"I do love you Bella. And I do realize that I haven't lived up to the standards I should have, but I'm asking for one more chance." I hadn't realized how mad I was over this. I felt like a steamed vegetable."

"And what happens when you screw this up?"

"I won't"

"Yeah right!" He stood up from the bed and sauntered over to me, until his body was towering over mine. He softly placed his hands on my face and held it up.

"I promise." Those were in fact the only words I needed to hear from Edward. He had never broken a promise, at least not to me. "Just give me one more chance, to make things right." His voice was soft and calming. Inside I wanted to punch him in the face, but one part of me wanted to go along with it.

"One more chance!" I gritted out. It seemed as if Edward had been holding his breath, as he let out a sigh of relief. I glared at him, as I went to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To go get some clothes on."

"Your breakfast is on the table." I grumbled thanks, which I knew he heard. But I didn't feel like giving him a real thank you. Yesterday I had been so happy with him, but upon realizing what all he has done to me, made me mad. I went to my room and pulled a blue pair of jeans out, and a white shirt. My room was not that big; in fact it was very small compared to Edward's. It was an undersized closet compared to a house. Slipping my clothes on I started to think. Maybe Edward was scared that I wouldn't come back if I went to see Alice. Maybe that's why he was being so nice. Son of Bitch! I know it's an act! I just know it!

I stepped out of my room feeling even more fuming. Edward was leaned against a white wall, with in arms crossed over his chest, looking stunningly beautiful as ever. Not a hair out of place. But I knew the real Edward. I knew he would come out soon and I would be at his mercy begging him to stop. He smiled and followed me as I passed by him with out a second glance.

I could feel that he kept a safe distance behind me, almost as if he knew if he got too close I would explode. I would explode. I flew down the stairs as fast as I could, for being a human. I had known them all too well, I had been up and down these stairs so many times it was impossible to put a number on it. I hopped down the last step and made me way to the kitchen, Edward following carefully behind me.

I entered into the massive cream and sunlit room. The smell was intoxicating. What was the smell, it was so familiar. I looked at the table and there sat a full mouthwatering plate of French toast, eggs, bacon, and a cup of orange juice on the side.

I walked over slowly to it and sat down to feast! It smelled so good and the look of it was even better. I was so occupied I didn't even see Edward take a seat across from me, let alone staring at me as I dug in.

"I hope I did it right." I looked up, my mouth packed with French toast and syrup dripping from the sides of my lips. It looked like he was fighting a smile that was too strong for him. "Does it taste ok?"

"Yeah." I said my voice sounding muffled and overstuffed. I swallowed. "It's really good. Thanks." He nodded and started to outline the roundness of the table.

"So, what brought this on?" I was truly interested. Why had Edward suddenly decided to change the way he treated me. Most of the time I could tell he was going through an act, but right now, in the privacy of our own home, he was completely pleasant to be around. Why the change.

He didn't look at me for a moment, just completely froze like a statue. Had I said something wrong? He was focused on something. I ran the words back over in my head, picking through each one. It didn't feel like I'd said anything wrong. Then finally Edward moved, snapping his head up to look at me. "Bella? Do you love me?" It sounded like his words were carefully chosen as he said them slowly.

What kind of question was that? I mean, he was not the nicest person he should be all the time, but for some unknown reason I was drawn to him like a magnet. There was simply no way I could ever leave Edward. He was everything, even though he didn't act like it all time. "Of course." He lifted his elbows onto the table, putting his head in his hands.

"Why?" He croaked. It seemed like he put this act on in the parking lot, when he took me out to dinner. But this act was a little more serious. Like he meant it. I didn't know what to say. What if he flew into a fit of rage? I didn't still love him, right? Of course! I guess he took my silence, as fearful. He lifted his head from his hands and looked at me. His face looked as if his body were about to blow up into a million pieces.

What was wrong with him?

"You're scared aren't you? Of me."

"Edward, I thought you-"

"Bella please," he held up his hand, "it's not you. It's me. And that's what worries me the most. You always say, I thought you said, it's always what I want. A normal human could never love such a monster. I mean look at you Bella! Have you seen yourself?"

"I-"

"Your eyes crowded with sleep deprivation, your body thinned out, even your clothes don't fit you the way they should. I don't even know how you gave me another chance. I'm surprise you didn't tell me to fuck off! And yet you are still worried about making me mad." He put his hands back on his face clawing at it. Silence. I wasn't really hungry any more so I put my fork down. This seemed to grab Edward's attention, as he lifted his head back up to look at me.

"You're not hungry anymore?" I shook me head, too stunned to say anything. He moaned again, looking almost as if he were about to hurl any second. "I should have waited." He looked at me again with pleading eyes. "Bella, please say something." I didn't know what to say.

"Umm, I was hoping we could go shopping today." His face now looked as if is was torn between confusion, and amusement. He half way smiled, covering his face with one hand, as if to hide whatever face he was making. "I mean, since we're going to see Alice, and you know the way she is with fashion." I smiled my best and cutest smile. Well at least I hoped it was. I didn't like seeing Edward in a distraught condition. My smile died down as I thought he wasn't looking.

Then I heard a soft and musical chuckle escape Edward's lips. "Would you mind doing that again?"

"Do what?"

"That smile. I thought I'd seen everyone of your smiles, but it seems that I was mistaken." I tried to do it again, only ending up feeling like a complete idiot. My face erupted into a burning blush.

"Sorry, I'm not good at repeats."

"No, it was perfect. Just what I needed to see. The way the corners of your mouth raise, and the way your eyes twinkled was truly breath taking." If possible, I felt my face burn even more. "And then comes the blush." I looked down at my plate to conceal whatever dignity I had left, as I was already drooling all over myself. I had to do something. I picked up my plate and walked over the sink with it. I started scrapping the food in the trash, until I saw a firm hand grip the plate.

"I'll take it." I looked up at Edward, his eye flashing a quick wink at me. I let the plate drop out of my hand, and watched as he scraped the food off and washed it. He normally had me do that. He finished so quickly that I barley had time to think before he lifted my body up in a child like manner and set me on the counter top. My legs dangled off the edge as Edward put his arms around me and leaned in close. "Now tell me, what is it you most want to do today?"

"Um, I was thinking of shopping or something."

"Or something." He repeated.

"Yeah, like fun. Shopping is fun." Was it so hard for him to understand I wanted to go shopping!? How many different ways could I say it? His face looked as if he were trying to hide a disappointed gaze.

"Something fun." He said, trying to change my mind.

"Like shopping." I smiled at him trying to make it as big as I could. There was no way he was going to change the subject on me. He let out a defeated sigh and grinned at me. He was being really good. Normally I could never argue with him this long, or tell him what I really wanted. He would just tell me what we were going to do and that was that. But I was starting to like this new Edward.

"Ok." Was all he said as he picked me up and set me down on the cold floors. "If that's what you want love."

"Thanks." I said running out the front door and to the silver Volvo, which had already been automatically unlooked for me as soon as I got to the car. I didn't even bother waiting for Edward, as I swung my door open and quickly got in. My heart was pounding with excitement. I'm going shopping, I'm going shopping, my mind kept on saying over and over again.

By the time we got to the shops, I was dragging Edward everywhere. Well not literality, but mentally. When I said I wanted to go into a particular shop, he would go with out complaint. Then he would buy me practically the whole store. There was so much I felt I'd missed that everything I saw was a sensation, and wonder. I pointed at everything that passed my face, and with each point, Edward would swipe it up and pay for it. His were full of shopping bags, he must be suffering I would think. But when I looked back at him, his face always held a magnificent and dazzling smile.

By the time I was finished, it was already dark outside, and my body ached every where. Well mostly my feet. My stomach let out a loud growl. Now I truly understood the true meaning of the saying, 'shop till you drop.' Edward was holding, what looked like twenty different shopping bags. Some inside one another, other hanging off his pinky.

Now I was hungry. I kind of felt a little selfish. First I forced him to take me shopping, pay for it, hold all the bags, go into every store, and now I said feed me. My face reddened. Edward noticed.

"What's wrong?" I don't know how he managed, but he switched the bags into one hand, and with the other hand he pulled me to a nearby sitting chair, sitting me down. It was nice. I took a deep breath and smiled.

"Nothings wrong, I'm just really happy." I was really happy. Edward squatted down, to stare me in the eyes. He put his hand to my forehead. I was really tired. His face looked worried.

"Really I'm fine. Just a little tired." I shook his hand off, as he raised one of his eye brows.

"A little?"

"Well, ok, I'm really tired. But still happy!" His face was inches from mine, as his cool breath tickled my nose. I could almost feel his lips on mine as I imagined it already happening. My lips could already feel his on mine as his face inched closer, as if unsure. Then my stomach let out a loud growl. I glared at it, ruining the moment! Edward froze, his eyes tracing my body down to my stomach. No! Don't look at him, look at me! Edward backed away, smiling at my let down face.

"I should get you some food. I'll feel better when you have some food in you." I tried to hide my disappointment, with a quick smile. Edward held out a free hand to me. I don't know how, but somehow he managed to still have room for my hand in all the countless of bags he was carrying.

I took it and followed him to the car. He placed the bags in his trunk, and slid into the driver's side. The engine was started as he instantly hit a speed of ninety miles. I wondered what Edward's face would look like if he ever got a speeding ticket. I snickered to myself. Now that would be a sight to see. Edward turned to me, his eyes holding confusion and interest.

"Oh, it's nothing." I'd rather not say it. I wasn't completely sure how much self control he had yet. He must have seen that in my eyes as he turned away quickly to hide the dishearten look on his face. Oh great. "Well, what I meant was that it was a lame joke, you wouldn't find it funny."

"Bella, I won't get mad at you." He saw right through my fake story. "I like to know what you're thinking, or the little things that make you laugh"

"Sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong." He voice was a whisper, but he knew I'd heard him. Maybe this time, Edward had really changed. I KNOW I'V SIAD IT A MILLION TIMES, BUT IF YOU HAVEN'T, PLEASE CHECK OUT MY NEW STORY! I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT. AND REVIEW, PLEASE REVIEW. THANKS SO MUCH! AND IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS THAT I CAN ANSWER PLEASE ASK THEM. THANK YOU!