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{ - Sorry for the suckish chapter. I'm really tired but I knew I had to update. Anyway I'm going to go to bed, so... remember to comment! - }

-= Bella =-

The warm air blasted me in the face as Edward opened the door to his house. He turned my back toward him to pull off my jacket I had brought and hang it up, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Make yourself at home... I'll be right back," he said with a smile, and then he was gone.

I looked around at the small mudroom and slipped off my pumps, leaving them by the door.

I walked through the doorway to the rest of the house and gasped.

To the left was obviously the livingroom; the carpet was soft ivory and there was a long white loveseat with black throw pillows. In the center of the livingroom was a futuristic looking fireplace; it was a large rectangular prism all the way to the ceiling with a fire that's able to be seen from all four sides as it was surrounded by some sort of glass. I had a feeling it wasn't a real fire.

Above the fire on the side with the loveseat was a mantle, and on the mantle were many framed pictures.

Above the mantle was a large plasma screen, but I was too interested in the smiling faces from the photos. I walked over and looked at each one observantly. There were a few with a cute little boy with bronze hair smiling to me with his fist in his mouth and he was drooling all over the place - and I couldn't hold back my 'aw's.

There was also one of Edward at the Grammys, and one of Emmett at his 21st birthday at what looked like some sort of pub.

Smiling, I moved on to the kitchen. The floors were polished white marble with black countertops, and the cupboards were all painted white besides the stainless steel dishwasher and sink and refrigerator.

There was also an island with four barstools. The countertop was also black, wood painted white, and the barstools were rimmed with black metal and a soft ivory padding.

I heard Edward's footsteps returning as I slumped down onto the sofa.

"Impressed?" he asked as he caught sight of my awe-stricken face.

"This is incredible," I breathed.

"Thanks," he sniggered.

We lapsed into silence as he sat down, now wearing a cream coloured form-fitting tee; I saw the muscles being defined by the fitness of the shirt, and I had to look away before I began hyperventilating - I had to admit, he was handsome - and some simple blue jeans. He had taken off his shoes, and was now just wearing socks.

"I hate socks," I commented randomly.

"Why?" he asked, amused, meeting my gaze at his feet.

"They're like chokers - for your feet. And sweat gets trapped in them. And they make you smell."

He snickered. "Okay, then."

The silence returned again, but it was never awkward. It was like we were meant to be together like this - alone... in a house...

Whoa, Bella, slow down there. You're visiting, not moving in, a little voice told me.

Oh shut up, you! I scolded the voice.

I know you have your little fantasies about Edward, but -

I do not!

Whatever.

Edward suddenly clicked the television on, and I yawned as he began to watch the news.

"You tired?" he asked me.

"A little," I admitted, yawning again.

"Here, lay down," he told me, placing a pillow on his thigh and patted it.

"Are you sure?" I asked quickly. "You'd be trapped, because if you wake me up you will be punched."

Amusement sparked in his eyes - challenging me - but quickly hid it.

"I'm sure," he insisted, patting the pillow again.

"Alright," I said, laying my head on the pillow on his thigh.

His hand rested on my waist, and a tingly sensation spread throughout my body like a million little pop rock candies filled me.

After I got used to the feeling of his touch, I listened numbly to the monotonous buzz of the news anchor's voice until I slipped into a peaceful slumber.

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"Bella, come here," Edward commanded.

"What?" I asked, walking with him into the kitchen.

"I want to try something." he informed me, pushing me up against the counter forcefully.

"Ow," I groaned.

"Hush," he mumbled, and then he pressed his lips to mine...

My eyes flashed open and the sun glaring through the window blinded me. How long had I slept?

I rubbed my eyes with my free hand - my other was trapped somehow. I quickly realized it was trapped by Edward's arm.

I saw Edward's head lolling on the back of the sofa, his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed. Soft snores emanated from his chest, filling the silent room with peaceful, rhythmic thrumming.

I yawned and went to get up, but Edward's arm gripped me tighter and Edward mumbled.

"Bella,"

I looked to him and his head moved, but he continued snoring. He was asleep.

I blushed as he had been thinking about me in his sleep, when the front door slammed open. Edward and I both jumped and I had almost whacked my head on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa before Edward caught me.

"What the hell?!" Edward growled, and stalked off to see what was happening. I was slightly afraid it was a murderer or something of the sort, so I followed silently to make sure Edward was safe.

I heard low voices arguing in the mudroom, and I shuffled forward to hear it.

"What the hell, man? You ditched us there last night! We called a taxi and we only had enough cash on us to make one trip, so we crashed at Rose's place!" I heard a voice grumble.

"Well I was just asleep with Bella before we were so rudely awakened. Maybe you should've stayed with Rose if you love her so much," Edward snapped back.

I walked into the mudroom and crossed my arms angrily.

"Shut up, both of you," I growled, and they both turned to look at me. "I'm going back to bed. Edward, you mind if I go in your room?"

"Not at all. Upstairs, room at the end of the hall." he said, lightening up as soon as I came.

"Thanks," I muttered, and began up the stairs to Edward's room.

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