Author's Note: Sorry I left you guys hanging! I know. I'm evil, but hey, at least I updated. And plus, I will most likely be updating Help Me, I Can't Save Myself tommorrow. Hope everyone likes!

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight, for I never saw true beauty till this night!" -- Romeo & Juliet (IV.v.57-58)


I opened the door to his car shakily, and sat down in the passenger seat. I didn't look at him, I was actually kind of scared.

Not of him, but of what he was doing.

It was unexpected. I didn't even know him that well. My mind raced with thoughts as I buckled my seat belt in, and we sped off. He didn't say anything, I didn't say anything. It was an awkward situation within itself. As I finally calmed down enough to think about what was going on, I noticed how comfortable his car was. It was dark, the windows tinted. The seat was leathery and smooth, and it smelled so good.

I sighed deeply. I noticed he glanced over at me from the corner of my eyes. Probably wondering why I was so wierd. For the first time since I got in the car, I looked over at him. It was amazing how his green eyes managed to be noticed in the dark, and how messy his hair was.

Probably because he ran his hands through it every two seconds. I admired his physique as he held onto the steering wheel, and looked at his hands, and his arms. I felt like a creeper doing this, but hey, he wasn't looking. I looked back at his face, and he looked at me, noticing that I was staring at him. I quickly looked away, the darkness swallowing away my embarassed blush.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing," I answerd. If possible, I blushed even harder.

"So, are you going to tell me where you live?" He asked. I looked at him. He was staring at the road.

"Why?" I asked. We stopped at a red light, and he looked at me, scrunching his eyebrows.

"So...I can drive you home?" He said it to me slowly, like I couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

"," I answered. My face was probably beet red by now. I looked away. "I don't really want to go home. James is probably going to...well, just take me to the nearest hotel. I can't go home tonight," I said, my mood turning sad again.

"Why not?" He asked as if he genuinely wondered.

"I just...I don't know. I can't. Okay?" He took a long, deep breath as the light turned green again, and we were on our way.

"You could come back to my place," he said to me. I looked at him in shock. No way was he being serious.

"You're not...serious are you?" I asked him, repeating my thoughts.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked me. I looked at him and I almost melted when I looked into his eyes. They were almost....powerful, lulling me to give in.

"Okay," I said, my voice shaking. I was still a little breathless. He nodded, and made a sharp turn on the next road, speeding back where we had come from. I made little fists, and stared straight ahead.

A phone went off, and I jumped. Edward looked at me and laughed.

He actually laughed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his black phone. We were now driving on an abandoned street in a place I'd never been to before.

"Hello?" Edward answered. I could hear the crackling of someone's voice on the other end.

"Not tonight, dude. I' to do something. Maybe tommorrow. Later," he said and hung up. I looked at him.

"So," I said,

"So?" He asked.

"Are your parents home?" He turned onto an unmarked street, and looked at me, smiling.

"Why?" I just realized how amazingly suggestive that sounded. Leave it to me to create the most awkward of situations. I probably sounded like all those other girls who tried to get with him.

"I just, well I..."

"You are one wierd girl, Bella Swan."

Him saying my name with his beautiful voice sent shivers down my spine. I tried to ignore the rest of what he said about me being wierd.

I felt tingly, and smiled.

We turned into the driveway of a huge white house with lights outside of it. There were flowerbeds and small trees encircling the house, and the circular driveway. There was, what looked to be, a seperate garage on the other side of the home. We stopped, and he opened his door. I followed. He began walking up to the porche, expecting me to follow, I guess.

Our feet made quiet sounds on the gravel as we walked.

"You didn't have to let me come here, you know," I told him. We made it to the front doors of the grand house, and he opened the doors for us, and I walked in first.

"I know, but then I wouldn't be able to nag you with questions." He said, smiling in the darkness, his teeth shining.

Questions?! Hell no. I was getting out of here.

I almost did, I almost made a run for it, but then Edward turned on the lights to the foyer. It was large, gorgeous room. There were shiny, hardwood floors, and a large chandelier with crystals hanging down from the high ceiling. There were a few couches in there, and a gorgeous, winding staircase. I walked around as Edward disappeared into another room. I sat down on the couch, and felt the soft fabric of it. He came back in.

"Follow me," He said as he walked up the staircase. I literally jumped out of my seat, and eagerly followed him up the stairs, feeling the banister all the way up. There was a long hallway when we finally made it up there. He led me to a closed door, and opened it.

It was a large, what appeared to be, guest room. There were white sheets everywhere, with a big bed with huge pillows everywhere.

"You can crash here. If you're hungry, then come down to the kitchen later, I'm going to make dinner," he said.

He left.

I walked into the room, and found a bathroom in the back. I turned on the shower in there, and went to the closet I had seen earlier. I found some soft looking pajamas, and an oversized t shirt. I grabbed them, and got into the shower. I scrubbed myself for a long time.

I don't know why I kept hoping that I could wash away memories. I used to think that. I used to think that if I got into the shower and washed myself, then I could make myself happier.

It never worked.

I got out, and changed into the comfy clothes. I found a disposable toothbrush in the medicine cabinet, and brushed my teeth. I padded back into the room, and down the stairs.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, contemplating whether or not I wanted to eat dinner with him. I went into the kitchen, and he was sitting there, doing something on his phone. He was completely ignoring the pizza in front of him.

I walked in casually, as if I hadn't been straing at him, and sat down across from him on the kitchen island. He didn't even look up.

I noticed that the house was so empty. I wondered if he was alone a lot.

"Where are your parents, Edward?"

He didn't look up, just kept texting.

"In Africa. You know, helping out the cause. They've been there for months."

"Are you an only child?" I asked him. He finally look up and met my eyes.

The feeling was electric.

"Yes." He went back to his phone.

"Oh, so why-"

"Can I ask you something?" He said, cutting me off. I bit my lip, unsure.

"Um, yeah."

"Who's James?" I looked away, and down at the floor.

"He's my foster parent," I answered him in quiet squeak.

"And he makes you..." He trailed off.

"Yeah, he does."

"What happend to your real parents, if I may ask?" I looked at at him, and he was staring me down.

"No, you may not," I answered in a cold tone. I didn't mean it like that, but I just didn't want to tell him, because he would think that I was pathetic.

His eyes turned from rock to steel.

They became harder, and more emotionless than they already were. He got up, and I got scared. He had his phone in his hand as he turned around and walked towards the entrance. He paused there.

"There's pizza on the counter over there, and drinks in he fridge. Help yourself," he said as he walked out.

Now, I felt bad. He had helped me, given me a place to stay, and even food. I couldn't politely answer, or politely decline to answer his question.

Boy, did I feel like quite the bitch.

My apetite had disappeared, but I knew that I should eat or else I would be throwing up in the fancy toilet upstairs tommorrow morning.

I forced myself to go get the pizza and drinks, and I ate alone on the kitchen island. I shoved as much as I could down my throat, and went back up those lonely stairs. I walked into my room, and just layed there for a while.

Staring at the ceiling was so much fun.

I turned off the lights, and snuggled into the sheets. They smelled so homey, yet luscious at the same time.

I closed my eyes as dreams of pizza floated in my mind.

Author's Note: I didn't really know how to end it, so I just put that awkward line there, hehe. I know the chapter was pathetic, I thought so myself too. But, things are hopefully going to get more interesting. Tell me what your fav. part! :)