SONGS: On The Radio/ Us by Regina Spektor.

BPOV

I slowly drifted out of my slumber and was confronted with the solid, warm, mass in front of me, with a weighty object strewn over my side. My palms rested lightly against this mass and my leg draped nimbly over it as well. A few hazy moments and I realized where I was and what this mass was, or should I say whom, this mass was. I sleepily opened my eyes and smiled slightly at the picture before me, a sleeping Edward, with his hair somewhat disheveled and partially hanging in his face, his lips parted slightly, I could feel his warm breath tickling my face. He was perfection in its purest form. The weight over my waist was Edward's arm. I glanced down and saw that I was still in his clothes, and they still smelled like him, heavenly. I could see his eyes flashing rapidly behind his eyelids, dreaming, oh what I would do to be the object of his dreams. This was all moving so fast, it was only yesterday that I actually met this guy and I'm already sleeping with him! Okay, so I'm not actually sleeping with him, but in the literal sense yes. Anyways, I know that it's only been a day, but I think I'm falling for this guy. Crazy as it sounds, I, Bella Swan, voted Miss Stick-in-the-mud, am falling in love with a perfect stranger. I found myself overcome with the insane urge to reach up and kiss those parted lips and brush that hair from his face. I restrained myself knowing that this was all too perfect to be true and that this dream must have its consequences, which undoubtedly would descend upon me sooner or later.

I glanced at my watch; it said 3:30 am. I bit my lip, debating whether to get up and depart peacefully with a little note, or no word at all and call him in the morning. I didn't even venture near the third option, which was to actually wake Edward up and tell him that I was leaving. I honestly didn't want to get up and leave this delightful spot, but my better judgment told me that I needed a toothbrush and a nice hot shower, a stout cup of coffee wouldn't hurt either. As I contemplated my options, I suddenly noticed that Edward's breathing was much quieter and unsteady; I could feel his heartbeat was faster than before. I glimpsed up through my lashes and Edward was peering down at me, a slight smirk adorned his face. I smiled coyly.

"Good morning—" Edward whispered as he glanced over my head to the clock on the TV, "—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pull you out of your thoughts." He smiled wider. I laughed quietly.

"Oh, no, you didn't disturb me, I hope that I didn't wake you, you were sleeping so soundly." I sighed thinking again of his rapid eyes moving beneath his lids, and the dreams he was having. I bit my lip again. He raised a questioning eyebrow and I shook my head. He shrugged. I covered my mouth with a yawn and Edward chuckled slightly.

"How about some breakfast?" He said sitting up and pulling myself with him.

I stretched and swiveled around to look at the clock, "At 3:30 in the morning?" I tilted my head to the side. He nodded his head. I smiled. "Sure."

He stood up and offered me his hand, pulling me up from the couch and we walked into his kitchen area and I seated myself on one of the stools under the little bar. He padded over to the refrigerator and pulled out a number of items, among which were several eggs, a carton of milk, cream cheese, and two slices of American cheese. He sat all these things on the counter and then pulled a frying pan out from a cabinet along with two plates and two glasses. I giggled.

"So you're a chef too? Is there anything you can't do?" I sighed. He was flawless. I couldn't believe that I was actually sitting in his kitchen, wearing his clothes, while he cooked breakfast for me. This was an illusion, a wonderful, amazing, delusional hallucination. He laughed and cracked an egg into the skillet where it sizzled satisfyingly.

"Well—" He mused turning the egg with a spatula, "—I'm pretty sure that I can't fly, but I've never attempted that, and I know that I can't eat forty slices of pizza in thirty minutes, tried that in high school on a bet, didn't turn out so well. But, other than that, no, I don't think there is." He said grinning smugly, and laughing quietly to himself. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, that's a relief, I didn't want to be too astounded by everything that you do. I won't be caught off guard when you win your Pulitzer Prize." I said as he handed me a cup of coffee he had brewed. I happily downed half the cup in the first gulp and then sat it down next to me. He laid the egg creation on a plate and slid it in front of me and then another plate in front of the spot next to me.

"Omelet for the lady, bon appetite" He said in I what would have to say was the most attractive French accent I had ever heard in my life. I thanked him and picked up my fork and bit into the steaming, fluffy concoction and my taste buds exploded. It was delicious. I hadn't tasted such wonderful eggs in ages; then again, I had been living on Chinese take-out and microwavable dinners since my freshman year of college.

"Oh heavens! Edward, this is delicious!" He laughed and shrugged.

"My mom taught me how to make omelets when I was younger, it's her recipe." He took another bite of his own breakfast.

"She must be a wonderful lady," I said, wistfully thinking of my own mother all the way in Jacksonville. I missed her a lot lately.

"Yeah, she really was, she was my best friend." He said quietly. There was a longing tone in his voice. He chewed his bite slowly and his green eyes darkened. I touched his shoulder.

"Was…?" I asked softly, he turned to me smiled a halfhearted smile.

"Yeah, she died when I was seventeen." He said looking away. I gasped quietly, I felt horrible, I didn't mean to pry into his personal life, seeing him so depressed I wanted to comfort him.

"Oh, Edward, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be so nosy…" I said standing up "—I should probably go, I need to shower—" I looked down at his clothes "—I'll return these tomorrow…" I took a step towards the living room when his arm caught me around the waist. He pulled me towards him and rested his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry Bella, I didn't mean to seem rude, I just miss my mother quiet a bit, forgive me. You weren't being nosy either; I don't feel the slightest bit of discomfort in telling you anything. —" He glanced down at me. "—I like you a lot Bella, and I understand that this is moving rather quickly, but I can't help it, you are truly captivating." He said laughing hugging me to him.

"Edward, I'm not sure how you've gathered that from me, but I can't get my mind off of you, I've come to like you much more than I think that I should." I said winding my arms around his neck.

He abruptly pulled his forehead away from mine so he could stare directly into my eyes. "Bella. You are the most amazing person that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Do not, ever forget that or tell yourself otherwise." He smiled a heart wrenching half smile that weakened my knees.

"Really?" I whispered. His warm hand grazed my cheek.

"Yes" I heard him say and half a second later his lips touched my lips with the utmost lightest of pressure and my heart literally did stop. Fireworks went off in my head and I returned his hesitant kiss. He smiled into the kiss and he deepened it with more enthusiasm. I was kissing this perfect boy, this angel among stones. I was the luckiest girl in the world.

He pulled back, to my dismay, and rested his head atop mine. "You don't have to leave now, it's almost four-thirty, and you might as well stay for the sunrise." He said, I nodded and he lead us over to the couch where he grabbed the blanket we used and he towed me to the sliding glass door that lead to the balcony where we ate dinner. He wrapped the blanket around himself and sat down in the chair, and then he folded me neatly into his lap and wrapped the blanket around the two of us. I set my head on his shoulder and he laid his head against mine and we sat comfortably in the silence.

For all I cared, the sun could never rise again, because I was perfectly content to stay where I was for the rest of my life.

A/N: this story isn't finished yet! but i thought this was a good stopping point i don't know when i'll get more written, enjoy!