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Author Note: This story was once called "What Do You Want From Me?" and it was written by "Anti-social-psyche". With permission from the authors, I have adopted this story and sought to re-write it. There are still elements similar to the original, but a lot of the ideas are original.


CH I

Bella Pov

It's an hour past midnight. The pale moon is shining through the open curtains, inviting a whimsical light into this dim-lit living room. I'm on the couch settled between two familiar boys.

One of them is occupied with packing his bowl with marijuana. His wolf-grey eyes are tinged red, showcasing the consequences our favorite avocation has taken on our bodies. His physical movements are sluggish, bearing no resemblance to the fast-paced actions of everyone else in this house.

The other boy is sitting beside me with his cellphone in hand. He's paying less attention to Edward's slow preparation of the pipe, and more attention to the intoxicated girls who writhe and dance across the room. His snapchat is busy replaying a continuous loop of Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory gyrating against each other.

I'm not sure if he's too high to realize he's not recording any longer, or if he's too entranced by Jessica's perfectly sculpted, J-Lo booty to actually care.

I feel a frown preparing to grip my features. Everything is moving in slow-motion so it takes a while for my mouth to actually fall. When the corner of my lips curve downward, the rest of my face follows suit.

My brows furrow and my nose wrinkles. I cross my arms and shoot him a menacing sideways glance. "Could you be any more of a pig, Jasper? You're literally the grossest human being to ever walk the face of the planet."

"Am I?" Jasper's smooth voice is melodic, even when it's crushed underneath the sound of blaring rap music. "That's really hurtful coming from you, Isabella."

At the sound of our voices, Edward lifts his head and tilts it slowly to the side. His dark eyes sweep over my face. When he finally speaks, his voice is thoughtfully laconic. "Are you upset because Jasper isn't giving all one hundred percent of his attention to you, Bella?"

An ugly sound travels up my throat and turns into a scoff. I roll my eyes at Edward's troubling assumption, though it may or may not be true. "I could care less about Jasper or his affinity for small-town whores."

Edward offers me a chuckle that indicates he is unimpressed with my claim, but he does not find the desire to challenge me any further. Instead he holds out his hand, asking for permission to use my pink unicorn lighter. I watch him intently, savoring the daunted intuition that the flame from the lighter casts over his face. Edward holds the fire at the end of the pipe and takes a long pull. His head drops against the frame of the couch.

"What's funny?" I wonder, accepting the pipe when Edward passes it in my direction.

His mouth opens slowly and he fills the air with wispy "o" shapes of smoke. He looks at me casually and lifts his shoulders. "You're funny, Bella."

I hold the pipe to my mouth but refrain from taking my hit. I'm waiting on Edward to elaborate on what he means. He doesn't of course. His eyes close and he begins to nod his head to the music that's filling the room. I don't think he wants to elaborate, especially not when he's high.

Edward isn't the type who explains himself often.

"Are you ready to get fucked up?" Jasper asks naughtily, patting his lap as an invitation to close the space between us.

Jasper grates my nerves, but he knows I love him. I roll my eyes again but I don't try to disguise the smile that wants to bloom from within me. I scoot across the couch cushion, and Jasper wraps a lazy arm around my waist. He pulls me against his warm body, pressing a soft kiss to the apple of my cheek.

Edward hands us the bag of weed, and Jazz shot-guns a few hits with me. By the third one I am feeling wavy. The room is vibrating. My senses have numbed and enhanced simultaneously. My vision is a bit blurry from the cloud of smoke, but my hearing has sharpened with a distinct acuity. I can hear Lauren's loud, nasally laugh as if she's sitting right next to me. It lingers in my ear canals like a horrible song on repeat.

The living room is hot. There are a lot of people here expending body heat. The rambunctious energy creates sweat and heat waves, causing Edward's apartment to feel more like a club than a humble abode.

I mean, Edward's apartment is basically a club. During the school year, he threw parties almost every weekend. No one in their right mind ever missed a get-together thrown by him. He's become sort of a Fork's High legend. Even before he got his own apartment, he used to throw epic parties in his parent's house whenever they went out of town.

Now that graduation is over and summer has started; Edward's made it his mission to throw the biggest, most memorable parties over the break. This is our last summer before everyone goes away to college. We have to make this one count.

"Where are Rosalie and Alice?" I ask suddenly, twisting my neck towards the front door as if it will magically open and reveal the two girls.

Jasper lifts his shoulders into a half-hearted shrug. His eyelids are resting low, but I can still see his gaze circling the room. After a few seconds, he loses interest in his search and redirects his attention onto the weed on top of the coffee table.

Edward hands him a pack of cherry ciagrellos, leaving Jasper with the task of breaking down the blunt. This is their fourth round of smoking tonight. Instead of using the pipe I guess they want to roll up now. I can tell they're vibing. Jazz and Edward are feeling themselves. I'm trying to get on the level they are on, but I want to wait for my girls to arrive before I get that fucked up.

"Where are James, Em, and Jacob?" I look at Edward specifically when I ask this question.

He should be able to give me a decent answer. Emmett is his older brother and the two of them live together. Their parents actually bought them this apartment for Em's eighteenth birthday. It was their way of bribing Emmett into completing his first two years of college in Forks. Though he'd originally planned to attend school in Seattle; Emmett just couldn't give up the chance of sharing his very own bachelor's pad with his brother.

Edward and Emmett are eleven months apart and two peas in a pod. They've always had an extremely close relationship, even when we were all kids in primary school. I've lived next door to their parents since second grade, which is the year we all were introduced. The three of us, along with Jasper and Jacob, have been best friends for almost a decade.

We met Alice, Rosalie, and James in middle school. It doesn't feel as though I've known any of them longer than the other. To me, it feels like we've all been best friends since birth. It's not even actually a friendship any longer. We're a family.

"Oh, that's right." Edward says; voice sleepy and low. "Emmett went to pick them up."

I laugh softly to myself. "I guess nobody wanted to be a designated driver tonight."

"Everybody's crashing here?" Jasper arches his honey-colored eyebrow in Edward's direction, splitting the cigarello down the middle with his finger.

I watch as he dumps all of the tobacco within onto the coffee table. It somehow reminds me of a medical surgery. The tobacco looks like guts, spilling onto the wooden table in various shades and hues. He picks up several crumbs of weed and begins to refill the cigarello.

I bite my tongue to stifle my laughter because Jasper never grinds the weed. He takes the pieces exactly as they come in the bundle, stuffing them into the cigarello even if they are oversized. This particular habit of his always pisses Edward off. Apparently, overstuffing the blunt is a terrible waste of weed and money.

It's only a matter of time before Edward notices and launches into one of his heated rants.

"Maybe." Edward's still leaning his head back on the couch.

He isn't paying attention to anything but the ceiling. I look up at the plastered drywall and try to find something fascinating within its design but I cannot. I wonder what Edward's hazy brain is making him see. Are there hidden decorations? Are there colors that I can't pick up on?

Whatever it is, it has Edward stuck.

He still hasn't realized that Jasper has overstuffed the blunt.

"Bella Baby!"

My ears perk up at the sound of a new voice. It's frilly and high-pitched like a little elf or a sprite. I match the voice to a face almost immediately. To my right, Alice is approaching the congregation Edward, Jazz, and I have built. The rest of the crew falls into step behind her.

"Speaking of the devil." Jasper says playfully, dodging Alice's blows when she reaches for him.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show."

Alice makes a face at my statement, as if I'm insane for suggesting that she'd miss this party. She plops down on the loveseat that's positioned crosswise from us. Jacob sits beside her and James sits on the arm. Rosalie and James fight for the empty spot on the recliner. Emmett decides to remain standing.

"I'd be crazy not to come." Alice replies. "I made bets on who Lauren would end up fucking tonight."

"That's brilliant." I throw my head back and laugh rambunctiously, it rumbles out my belly and shakes the entire house. The others chuckle with me. "We should make wagers right now."

We all shift our eyes to the left. Lauren and Jessica are still huddled together begging for attention, pretending that groping each other in time with the music is actual dancing. Their sweaty hands are all over each other. I can tell they've been drinking and smoking. They're so discombobulated and clumsy-looking that I fear one of them may topple over.

What's making it worse is that they genuinely believe they look sexy.

I turn back and face Alice with a knowing expression. We both take our time surveying our group, lingering on the boys who've been known to fall for Lauren's charm. Edward, Jasper, and James have all slept with Lauren Mallory. Together and on separate occasions. She's the only girl in Forks who takes pride in having a promiscuous reputation. I think the fact that she doesn't care what people think of her is what makes her appeal so striking.

"I bet twenty it's going to be James." I say challengingly, causing James's dark-blue eyes to glow.

All five of the boys are known to be friendly with the ladies, but out of them all, James is the one who has absolutely no boundaries. He's fucked Lauren, Jessica, and Lauren's cousin Angela numerous times. The three girls are best friends and run in the same clique, which is hilarious considering how sprung they all are over James.

He doesn't care that he's caused competition within their friendship. James barely gives any girl an afterthought when he's finished with them. That's the way he's always been. Unreachable. Untouchable.

I flash him a teasing smile, to which he gobbles right up. "She's your favorite, huh James?"

"After a while, they all seem the same."

Emmett and Jacob laugh in response, I roll my eyes, and James shrugs. Alice continues going down the line of boys, stopping to tease both Edward and Jasper. Everyone chimes in and makes crude jabs at them. It's all fun and games until Jasper takes the joke too far.

"I bet a hundred dollars myself that she'll fuck me." He says this with nothing but confidence, licking the edges of the blunt to seal it closed.

I am immediately offended. For one, I'm sitting right on his lap. For two, everyone knows that Jasper and I have been fooling around since sophomore year. The relationship we have is not new. It's been established for years. That's why I hate it when he talks so freely about his sex life in front of me. I know we're just friends, but out of respect, I'd expect him to be more modest.

Jasper doesn't pay any mind to my displeasure. His focus is only on sealing the blunt, but he's stuffed it too much, so he's having a difficult time. During his absent-minded phase, he continues egging on the joke. "Probably within the next forty-five minutes."

The others are still laughing. They try not to let the situation between me and Jasper affect them. The boys have "guy talk" all the time, even though they're aware that Jasper's relationship with me is complicated. No one treats me differently or Jasper for that matter, which is actually what I honestly prefer.

If they felt uncomfortable talking about sex in front of me; I wouldn't know about half the girls that Jasper has fucked from our school. Our crew doesn't keep secrets from each other. That's why It's nice being their friend, but at the same time, I can't help how I feel about Jasper's decisions.

I'm emotional … that's just me.

"You'd love that. Wouldn't you?" My voice is edgy when it comes out of my mouth.

I remove myself from Jasper's lap, and squeeze back into my previous spot between him and Edward. I don't tell him that I'm upset with him because he already knows. He knew I'd be upset before he even said it. That's the thing about Jasper. He likes to play mind-games.

Jazz is the type of person who's always in tune with everyone else's emotions. He uses that intuition to his advantage. It runs through him like the blood that runs through his veins. That's why there has never been a girl to successfully evade Jasper's charisma. Eventually, he always gets what he wants.

Sadly, I'm not even an exception to that rule.

When he does not respond to my question, I narrow my eyes and pick at him further. "Lauren has fucked everybody. Literally everybody!"

All of the boys laugh, but only Jasper comments. "What's your point?"

"Why would you want to put your dick anywhere near her?!"

He opens his mouth to make a witty reply, but Rosalie jumps into the convo and beats him to the punch. She throws a couch pillow at my head playfully, causing me to send her my trademark glare. She and I burst with laughter, resulting in a joyous laugh from the entire group.

"Jasper knows exactly how to get to you, Bella." Rosalie says, rolling her eyes. "You're such a jealous bitch."

"Yeah…" Jasper agrees, reaching to pull me back towards his lap. "But she's cute when she's jealous."

"I won't be cute for long if you keep talking about fucking Lauren in front of me."

He dips his face to my neck and pecks me there. "Do you want me to talk about fucking you instead?"

I want to frown and act like I'm still mad, but I can't help eating up his attention. I know Lauren can see us from where she's positioned. I want her to get any thoughts about fucking Jasper tonight out of her head right now. He's here with me. That's the end of the story.

Suddenly, Edward sits up. His eyes are blazed and his features slack, but he still manages to express his ire. He snatches the blunt out of Jasper's hands. He's managed to seal it, but looking at it you can tell there's too much weed stuffed inside. Some of it is going to come spilling out as soon as it's fired up.

"Damn, what the fuck?" Edward scowls. "Jasper you used all that weed to roll one blunt?"

"Here." Jazz tosses Edward my lighter, ignoring his annoyance. "Just hit the damn blunt dude."

"Nah, let Bella hit it first." Rosalie jokes. "She needs to loosen up."

"Get crazy." Jacob clarifies, chuckling to himself.

Jasper receives the blunt from Edward and puts it to my lips, keeping me close and pressed against his heated body. "I love when you let crazy Bella out to play."

My body becomes impossibly warm. It fills with a heat so intense that my skin begins to blister. My lips crack apart until they are stretched and molded into a grin. Sensing my acquiescence, the group begins to cheer and root with excitement.

I vaguely hear someone say, "Let the party begin."

And so it does.

Before I know it, I'm dancing around the room with Rosalie and Alice. Then, I'm in the kitchen taking shots from Edward's hidden stash of tequila. Then, Jacob is holding my hair back in the bathroom. Then, I'm making out with Jasper. And then, I don't know anything at all anymore.

-LS-

Edward Pov

I am disoriented when I awaken.

The morning sun casts a stream of light directly onto my face, causing me to shield my eyes with the back of my hand. The first thing I notice is the pounding in my head. My brain begins to richocete around my skull, causing a dull ache to settle in my forehead.

The lingering pang delays the opening of my eyes. I remain immobilized in bed. I try to find comfort against the luxe pillowcases. There is none. No matter how I lay my head feels like it's about to fucking explode.

I sit up to take in my surroundings.

At first, the light is too much for my eyes. It sends a searing pain shooting to the back of my head. I groan quietly and try to make sense of the dark purple wallpaper. I'm not in my apartment. That much is obvious.

"Do you want Tylenol or Ibuprofen?"

The sudden voice startles me, but I force myself not to jump. I find Rosalie standing in the doorway of the room. That's when I realize that I'm at her house. Bits and pieces of last night come crashing into me, and I begin to understand how I ended up inside of her bed.

Last night she needed a ride home. Her mom called during the party and said she'd be working until morning. She needed someone at home to watch Rosalie's little sister, Carmen. I was drunk but Rosalie wasn't so she convinced me to let her drive my Volvo home. I said yeah but only under the condition that I got to ride with her.

Somehow, we got to her room and we started watching television.

Being alone with her wasn't a big deal. I'd kicked it solo with Rosalie on plenty occasions. I'd been in her bedroom on plenty occasions. We were best friends so none of that shit really mattered to me. I'd just come to her house last night to chill. I was high as hell and my stomach was full of tequila. My brain could barely interpret what was going on with the television, let alone come up with a plot to get into Rosalie's pants.

But some time between the second movie, and my third time dozing off, Rosalie's dainty little hands began to wander. First she was playing in my hair, and the next second she was groping my dick.

The rest is history.

"Shit." I mumble, shaking my head with a lopsided grin. "What did you do to me last night, Rosalie?"

"Nothing too horrible." She saunters over to the bed with a sly smile.

Her long, blond hair is disheveled and all over her heed. Her torso is covered with my Supreme hoodie and nothing else. The black fabric causes her milky skin to pop with contrast. I tilt my head slightly to the side, watching with interest as she approaches.

There's a glass of water in one of her hands and two pill capsules in the other. My smile stretches further across my face. Rosalie has always been a lifesaver. Well, all of the girls really. I'm not sure how Em and I would survive living on our own without them.

Neither of us are the responsible type, which is why my mother had such a difficult time agreeing to let us move out. If Esme knew how careless we truly were; she'd have my dad breaking the lease on our apartment today. It's comical really.

Em and I are always late paying bills. Our electric has been cut off numerous times. For some reason, we can never keep track of due dates. We forget that bills exist, honestly. It's just not something that crosses our minds —not until we come home to a cold, dark apartment that is.

"I think you should do Tylenol." She says, dropping the blue capsule into my open palm. I smirk and reach for her, but she shakes her head. "Make sure you drink that whole cup of water."

I watch her meander towards the en suit. She leaves the door wide open, allowing me a direct view of the shower and toilet. Rosalie doesn't say anything. She simply slips her arms out of my hoodie, and takes a naked strut to the shower.

My eyes widen at the sight of her naked body. It's picturesque. I've seen her in bathing suits before and I guess I even saw her naked last night, but this sober view of her body is nothing like I would have ever imagined. She's perfect from head to toe.

My dick stirs beneath my basketball shorts. It begins to harden as I ponder following Rosalie into the shower. The idea is a compelling one. I would love to fuck Rosalie sober. I mean, who wouldn't? She's one of the prettiest girls in Forks.

The only problem is that I'm not sure what's going on in Rosalie's head. I don't know what all of this means to her. I was drunk last night. She wasn't. That means she'd initiated everything that happened between us. If it were left to me, we would have fallen asleep watching Netflix.

Clearly, it hadn't be left up to me last night.

Now, I know I must talk to Rosalie about all of this. The impending conversation makes my head feel heavy. I'm not nervous about it. I just don't know what to expect from Rosalie. For all I know, the sex wasn't even a big deal to her. Maybe she'd been horny last night, and it was just convenient that she had a male in bed with her.

I could continue on with our friendship without bringing it up. That's probably what Emmett or Jasper would do in a situation like this. I don't think Jasper and Bella have ever discussed the terms of their relationship. It's been almost three years since they started fucking with each other, and their title is no more defined than it was sophomore year. They just fuck each other and ignore everything that comes along with it - the jealousy, the feelings, the complications.

It's not in my nature however, to not understand the feelings and thoughts of those around me. I can't go forward assuming that Rosalie is okay with the way that we hooked-up. My mind won't rest until I know for sure. That means sitting down and talking about it. I'm a conversationalist. I just don't say a lot. My expertise is listening to other people express their thoughts.

A vibration begins on top of Rosalie's nightstand, whisking away my thoughts about last night. I reach towards my cell phone as the screen flashes and reveals an image of Emmett. I want to answer his call to dispel this silence between me and Rosalie, but I figure it wouldn't be appropriate to do so right now. I don't want her to think that I'm trying to evade her. I just don't quite know what to say right now.

I need some time to mull things over in my head.

My phone continues to ring. I decide to talk with Emmett when I head home.

"I'll be over later." Rosalie says suddenly, causing me to lift my eyes towards the en suite.

I can't see her body but I can make out the curves and grooves of her silhouette. The curtain is not shy about revealing her figure. She bends forward to shut off the shower, and the water ceases falling immediately.

Before the silence can permeate, I quickly stand to my feet. "You don't want me to wait for you?"

I don't know why I ask. I just kind of expect Rosalie to say yes. It wouldn't be weird or anything. We hang out together on a regular basis. Nothing's really changed between us besides the fact that we had sex.

Still, it feels like something is different.

It might just be in my head. I've been known to be an over-thinker. My mother has always joked about my thoughts taking control of me. I don't know. I guess I'm just one of those tortured, introspective types. Girls seem to dig it. The less I say, the more they flock. The thing about me though is that I may not say anything out loud, but there is definitely always noise inside of my head.

Rosalie doesn't step out of the shower. She forgot to take a bath towel into the bathroom with her. "My mom is going to be home in an hour. You know she doesn't like boys spending the night."

"Okay, well just text me later." I offer lightly, though there's much more that I would like to say. I just don't have the words yet. "I'm inviting everyone over for a mini kick-back." I grab my bomber jacket off the floor, stalling a little more time. "O.T.F"

"Only the family." She confirms.

Last night was a party for everyone to enjoy. I didn't have a guest list. I told everybody I knew to pop out and to bring someone with them. My apartment was packed like a can of sardines. There was barely enough oxygen for everyone to share.

However, the event proved to be a success.

Tonight I'm having another get-together, but I'm only inviting my closest friends. This is how I plan to spend the entire summer. We only have one more together before our lives change forever. I have to make sure these last three months are unforgettable. Not just for me, but for my friends as well.

The car ride home is a calming one. I feel much more comfortable outside of the confines of Rosalie's bedroom. Her walls were ridiculing me. The dark purple, the smooth wall paper, it reminded me of how much I didn't know about last night —And that bothered me immensely.

I want to talk to her about everything that happened between us. Having that conversation is literally the only thought that my mind can process. I won't be completely settled until we get it out of the way. That's just how I am. I need clarity. Until then, the fresh air is enough to refresh me. I welcome the cool wind as I maneuver the Volvo across the freeway. It doesn't take long to get home.

I push through the front door and am greeted by Emmett and Jacob. "There he is!"

The two of them are stationed in front of the Xbox in the living room. The television is glowing with graphics of animated basketball players. They're engaged in a very intense game of 2k17. Emmett and Jasper are the athletic ones out of the bunch, but Jacob's pretty much mastered anything that has to do with technology. Playing video games with him is almost pointless since there is really no way to win against him. It's like he has the blueprints of every video game known to man ingrained into his psyche.

"What's up, boys?" I wonder, passing their duo on my way to kitchen. I'm starving and my stomach is rumbling. The alcohol from last night is beginning to catch up with me.

Emmett pulls his attention away from the game to send me a droll look. He kisses his teeth and squints his eyes at me accusingly. "Why don't you ever answer your fucking phone?"

"What did you want?"

"More milk." Bella says, capturing my attention. I failed to notice her when I made my entrance. I find her in the kitchen, bent and rummaging through the empty refrigerator. "Emmett and Jacob stuff food down their throats like a garbage disposal."

My lips quirk as she flashes her brown eyes at me. "You're still here, Bella?"

She doesn't answer my question. Instead, she stares at me blankly. Her dark eyes liven with a knowingness. I don't have to wonder about what she knows. Everyone is aware that I went home with Rosalie last night. They all have their assumptions and opinions about what happened between us. Em and Jacob were probably discussing the ordeal right before I came through the door.

They're not as bold with their curiosity as Bella is. "And where were you?"

She eyes me speculatively, as if she's searching for signs of dishonesty. Bella knows that I am not the type to lie. I could be a good liar. I'm good at maintaining a nonchalant demeanor. No one would ever be able to tell whether or not I was telling the truth. It would take less effort to say that I hooked up with a random chick from our high school than to explain what happened between me and Rosalie.

It's tempting but I can't. I've never lied to Bella before. I won't start now. "Rosalie needed a ride home last night."

"So, you spent the night with her?"

"Did you spend the night with Jasper?" I ask calculatingly, cocking my brow to match my thoughtful expression.

Down the hallway, I hear the shower running in the bathroom. I assume that Jasper is behind the bathroom door, washing off Bella's strawberry-scented touch. I grin when her careful, porcelain expression cracks apart. A frown erupts from within her, and crawls into the corners of her pink lips.

Bella has a jealousy problem. Everyone knows it. It's like her envy consumes her. It makes her irrational because along with her jealousy comes her narccism. Bella does a lot of shit that she doesn't take responsibility for, but she's always the first person to call someone out on their shit.

"Don't do that." She says, smoldering her gaze.

"Do what, Bella?"

"Turn this back around on me." She explains. "You fucked Rosalie."

Bella and I have a weird relationship. We're extremely close and open with each other. I mean, we've known each other since we were in diapers. We grew up literally right beside each other. It's funny because we went through that crush stage where we did all that" first time stuff" with each other.

I popped her cherry on her fourteenth birthday, I beat the shit out of her first real boyfriend when I saw him shove her against a locker during one of their petty arguments, and once when we were really drunk I promised her that she'd be my wife one day.

It's safe to say that Bella and I have mixed feelings for each other. Unlike her and Jasper, our relationship has remained entirely platonic over the years. We have the chemistry. We just don't have the courage. It's a lot more complicated between me and Bella than it is between her and Jasper.

"I fucked you too."

"Yeah, four years ago…" Bella scoffs at me. She's brushing me off because she knows that it gets underneath my skin, and if Bella loves anything, it's getting underneath someone's skin. "In the backseat of your mother's car." She continues her complaint, eyeing me with a challenge that cannot conceal itself behind her humor. "I couldn't even get your bed."

"Rosalie didn't get my bed either." I say pointedly. "I fucked her inside of her bed."

Her eyes brighten but she tries to hide that she is satisfied by my news. "Does that mean your bed is reserved?"

Bella doesn't like to admit that she likes me a lot more than she openly displays. I never call her out on her feelings. There wouldn't be a point. She does a good job at revealing stuff to me without even saying much. Bella's an open book. She always has been. She always will be.

Only those who don't really know her think she's difficult to read.

"Maybe." I say casually, smirking when she rolls her eyes.

Bella isn't the only one who can keep their feelings bottled up.

"Hey dude." Jasper bounds into the kitchen; fresh-faced and golden-haired. Both Bella and I shift our attention onto him. He's smiling at us both, completely uninterested in the conversation we were having before he made his way into the room. "What's the word for tonight?"

"We're getting fucked up again." I laugh when Jasper's eyes widen.

"Damn, you're really serious about making this summer epic."

"Unforgettable." I correct, bypassing his steely gaze.

My eyes land on Bella's instead. There is compliance within her stare.

"Unforgettable." She agrees.