Summary: Bella is traveling the world with her boyfriend, Andrew

Summary: Bella is traveling the world with her boyfriend, Andrew. Which country will she meet Edward in and why?

So, as you probably know, this story is M rated. Yes, there will be lemons. I've never tried lemons before, so you'll have to tell me how I do once I get there. If I do get there. I've written a few chapters already, but I may not continue—it all depends on the responses I get to this chapter!

Everyone's human. It's slightly out of character for all characters. And no, no one belongs to me except for Andrew and all other characters I create along the way.

Boo…

So read this chapter and don't forget to review!! I hope you like it!

Stumbled Upon

Chapter One: Andrew

Bella's POV

I woke with a start to find Andrew leaning over me, gently rubbing my face with his fingers. He looked extremely worried.

"Hmm?" I mumbled groggily. "What time is it?"

Andrew glanced at our bedside clock. "3:24 am, hun."

I grumbled pathetically, too tired to be truly angry. "Why the hell'd you wake me up?"

"Sorry," he said, and even in the dark I could see the sincerity in his crystal-blue eyes.

He flipped on the lamp and we blinked at each other till our eyes were adjusted.

"You were whimpering in your sleep," he said softly, looking at me with a crinkled brow. "A bad kind of whimpering, not the kind I like…Anyway, it worried me. What were you dreaming about?"

I was whimpering in my sleep? Huh. "I honestly can't remember," I told him.

"Well," Andrew sighed, caressing my cheek. "I'm going to make some hot cocoa for you, then I'll tell you about my dream. It was fantastic."

He grinned at me, making him ten times more handsome, and then went to the kitchen.

Ah, Andrew. I'm pretty sure I was in love with him. You're probably curious, so I'll describe him.

He has a head of bouncy, slightly shaggy at the moment. He needs a haircut, dirty blond curls. His face is manly—he has a square jaw, high, prominent cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose, the result of a fist fight in the 7th grade, thin lips a dark peach color, and bushy but nice and fitting eyebrows above his wide, beautiful eyes.

He's about 5'11" and has a hot swimmer's body. You know, the kind that's extremely muscular, but he has to wear really tight clothes for you to really tell. Or you could always just undress him. I have unclothed him— several, several times, so I know.

Because he comes from an incredibly rich family, he was able to afford this awesome condo on Long Beach, CA. He buys me everything and anything I want, but he also respects my independence and doesn't buy me anything too extravagant. Well, not when I find it unnecessary.

He came back in the room carrying a tray with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a plate of buttered toast. He slipped under the covers beside me and balanced the tray on his knees.

"Cocoa?" he offered, and I took and held a mug of the warm, melted chocolate under my nose happily.

"So, tell me about this stupendous dream of yours, sweets," I said, smiling at him. He was so charmingly immature sometimes.

Goodness, I loved him.

"Oh, of course!" he exclaimed through a mouth full of toast. "I dreamed that we were in front of the Taj Mahal."

He looked at me with big, expectant eyes and I stared blankly back. That was all?

"Uh…" I trailed off, lowering my mug to rest on my green comforter-covered thigh. "I…don't…get it."

He grinned and leaned over to kiss my lips swiftly. "It got me thinking, Bell, that we should travel the world together!"

I only had to think about it for a few seconds after the initial shock wore off. "Andrew, we're pretty damn fresh out of high school!"

It was true. We met sophomore year at our high school, Ashland High School in Oregon. I was a moderately attractive, non-makeup-wearing nerd, or 'invisible' in Popular language. Andrew was a rebel. He had just been kicked out of Kamiak High School, in Washington State, and he'd been to four different middle schools in three different states. We became a couple junior year, the year he says I inspired him to quit taking drugs. We graduated only seven months ago, and I was just getting used to our calm, privileged, structured lifestyle. I wanted to apply for colleges this winter!

"That's exactly why we should go somewhere, do something, don't you see?" Andrew exclaimed. I could tell he really wanted this. "For almost five years now, we've lived a scheduled, completely planned-out life! And I love it, and one day I'll want to come back to it, but right now I want to be totally random and wild. Bella." He moved the tray to the floor by the bed and my hot chocolate to the bedside table. In one fluid motion, he flipped over so he was straddling my knees. He gazed into my mud-brown eyes, hunching his back down a bit to do so. "Bella," he repeated. "Look into my eyes and tell me you don't want to experience it all when you're young. Tell me you don't want to do something suddenly, tell me it wouldn't be outrageously exciting because it'd be new and interesting. Imagine, Bell, you and me, we can go to our ten year high school reunion or something, and we can brag about having done this!" He smiled hopefully and I bit my lip—he really wanted this. "Come on, Bella. Do this with me. I—I love you."

It was the first time Andrew had said that to me, and I had wanted him to for a while now.

"Me too," I managed, tears welling up in my eyes.

He smiled, and then opened his mouth to say something, serious again.

"Yes, sweets, I'll go with you. It'll be an amazing expe—"

I was cut off by his lips. Before I could kiss him back, his arms were around me. I pulled away and began petting his defined abs, watching in delight as he squirmed and listening with a satisfied smile to his groans. I slid my hands lower, and with a growl Andrew ripped my babydoll nightgown with his teeth, leaving by torso bare.

You can guess what happened next.

So?

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maralice.