This is my new fic. I'm co-writing My Way Home Is Through You, and I hope you like this one. Introduction I crept into my best friend's room, and ran and flopped onto the bed. He went flying, his eyes popping open, with a surprised look on his face. Bob Bryar, my best friend, was staying with me and my family for awhile. His parents didn't approve of a lot that he did, including him being in a band, but that's what he wanted to do. They decided to go to Europe for awhile, not knowing when they'd be coming back. All of a sudden, Bob tackled me, and began to tickle me. I couldn't stop laughing, but through my giggles, i managed to say, "Shh. Nobody else is awake... yet." He stopped tickling me. "What time is it?" he demanded. "Like... 4... in the morning," I mumbled. "WHAT?" He yelled. I shushed him again, "What?" He whispered. "Well, I had a bad dream..." I said, pouting, "And i couldnt get back to sleep." "Bella!" He said, then he sighed, "Fine. You can sleep in here with me." I smiled. I pulled back the covers and lay down, saying, "Thank you Bobby." I sighed, and rolled over so I was facing him. "What's on your mind, Bella?" He asked. "I dont know. I like having you stay here, it's like having a big brother," I said. "Yeah. I like staying here too. Your parents are the best," He said. I elbowed him. "But I love being here with you too." I smiled again. We talked a little bit longer, until soon enough, I curled up into his chest and fell asleep. *Bob's P.O.V.* Her breathing slowly turned long and deep, and I could tell she was asleep. She had curled herself up beside me, and her face was buried in my neck. I breathed in the sweet scent of her hair, and closed my eyes. I'm in love with her. I've been in love with her since the two of us were 9 years old. I put my arms around her, and pulled her close to me. I fell asleep with Bella Covington, the love of my life, in my arms.