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Thanks to my amazing, amazing Beta's Jen and Theotherbella (My Life Without You & Those Eyes- not reading them? You should be!!)

Twilight= Not Mine :)

Trying to catch a breath, I raised my head up to stare into her big deep chocolate eyes. Her eyes staring back into mine, filled with love and want. We were all the other needed. I couldn't help but smile at her knowing my smile would be reward with hers; a smile that I would do anything to see. Both of us still breathing heavy, I dropped my head back to her shoulder, breathing in her strawberry shampoo, a smell I could recognize anywhere. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me close.

"Edward, I love you" she said still trying to settle her breathing.

I gently nibbled her shoulder and in turn she made the most amazing giggle as I lightly bit her. Suddenly the laughter became distant and I took a second to blink to register my surroundings. When I finally opened my eyes it wasn't my Bella next to me, it was a pillow I was holding on to.

"You've got to fucking kidding me." I looked down at my very obvious morning wood. I groaned and sat up. Nothing I wasn't used to by now. I had woken up like this every morning since I was sixteen.

Almost every dream I can remember is with her: smiling, laughing, crying, singing, studying, cooking. Most often though, it was some kind of sexy ass position doing things that I was dying to do in real life, not just in my dreams.

Bella has ruled my every thought since the first time I saw her. My parents knew it, my sister knew it, my friends knew it. But Bella, Bella didn't know it.

Without fail, every time I think back to when we first met five years ago it still brings a smile to my face.

It was just before Christmas in eleventh grade, and everyone was talking about the new girl. Isabella was her name and I finally saw her at lunch. I was sitting with my two best friends, Jasper and Emmett, and my twin sister Alice. We all sat together everyday during lunch. We were not in the in crowd and that is the way we wanted it. We all looked up at the same time; she was sitting with "cool kids": Jessica, Mike, Lauren and Tyler, I fucking hated all of them and the feeling was mutual. Douche bag Mike Newton thought he was god's gift to the ladies, as did Tyler Crowley. Truth was any girl they had ever wanted I already had, so fuck them. Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory would give it up to anyone who paid them any attention, which Emmett had done a few times. I wouldn't touch them; not after my friend did. It was a fucking rule or something. Any other girl I was more than open. I wasn't very picky it was more of 'if they're willing so was I', usually. I didn't do the girlfriend thing, but luckily most girls didn't mind giving a hand or blow job anyway.

After all I was Edward Cullen.

The new girl was probably only friends with them because they attacked her first thing this morning. They always wanted to be in the spotlight, front and center, and hanging out with the new girl was definitely one way to be there. Jessica and Isabella looked over at our table, and I could see she was cute but she quickly looked away. Probably because of some lame ass lie or story that Jessica told her. She is such a bitch.

The bell rang and I jetted to class. I hated being late. Biology was boring but I got an A, and wasn't going to mess that shit up. I was doodling in my notebook when she walked in. I looked up and saw her; she was cute with brown eyes and dark brown hair. I knew, of course, she would be sitting with me because it was the only open seat. Mr. Banner signed her paper and pointed her to the seat next to me. Besides my friends no one ever wanted to sit next to me, they had no idea that was a near genius and shit but if they did no one would leave me alone; looking hot and being crazy smart is a crazy combination and as it was I was already beating the girls off. She walked towards me but kept her head down, never looking up then she tripped over someone's books on the floor. The classes went by quick, and when the bell rang she got up and left. Although we sat at the same table never once did she say hello or even look over to me. Whatever the hell Stanley said worked. This chick wasn't even going to give me the time of day. Whatever; I didn't give a shit.

The next day I saw her at lunch again, still sitting with the group of complete fucktards but today she wasn't talking to anyone, just sitting there and reading a book. I went to my biology class, sat at my table and when she walked in again, she said nothing. We had to do a lab and work together. Since I already knew this shit, fuck if I wasn't going to show her how fucking brilliant I am and prove those bitches wrong.

She turned towards me and looked up through her eyelashes. It was the first time I could really see her face. She was more than cute; she was by far the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

A small smile appeared on her lips and she finally said "Hey, I'm Bella." her voice matched her face. She was perfect in every possible way.

I couldn't help but smile back and I usually never smiled. "Edward. Liking it here, so far?" Small talk. I never even tried to be nice to anyone, and here I was trying to make small talk. Should have known right then that I was screwed.

"Hmmm, its fine, I guess. It's wet and not a fan of that, but I'll survive. You like it here?"

"No, but I'll survive." I said copying her words. I gave her an even bigger smile; no idea why, but I couldn't help it.

She sighed deeply. "I did this lab back in Phoenix; I don't mind doing it myself."

So did she think I was stupid or something? Usually, I wouldn't have cared what anyone thought but I needed her to know I could do it "I actually have done this one before too."

"Oh, well let's get to it then." She pulled out the first slide and we went from there.

We were the first group finished, and sitting in uncomfortable silence. I wanted to say something but had no idea what.

"So, what-" I started right as Bella did.

"You know, Jessica and Mike aren't huge fans of yours or your friends." Well she cut right to the chase, didn't she?

"The feeling is mutual." I responded, wanting to know what exactly they told her. Most of it was probably true but, I needed to know either way.

"And why is that?" She was being nosy for a new girl but she didn't care.

"Umm no real reason, I guess, just a serious dislike." That shit didn't even make since to me, but there really wasn't a reason besides that I don't like girls who are complete sluts and guys that are complete dickheads.

"Fair enough," was all Bella said.

She didn't plan on saying more but I wasn't done listening to her angelic voice.

"Care to share what they said about me and my friends?" I asked.

She bit her bottom lip and I wanted to lean forward and lick it. She was distracting the hell out of me with the seemingly innocent move.

"Not much. Just that you and your friends were bad news and if I wanted friends, I should stay away from you." Bella looked down at the desk, maybe looking slightly embarrassed?

Those motherfuckers always trying to talk shit, so I wasn't surprised by this.

"And you listened to them?" I needed to know if she believed them, I mean in the short amount of time we have been talking I was trying to nice. Surely she could see that what they said was complete bullshit.

"Yea, I heard them." She looked up at me through her long lashes and gave another smile. "But I don't always do as I'm told." In that exact moment I knew, I was fucked. We talked for the rest of class and when the bell rang, we both stood up and walked out together. Once in the hallway, I turned to her.

"Well, I have gym, so I'll see you tomorrow." She said, and then turned to walk away.

"Bella!" I called to her. She was only, like, five steps away so she turned around again. "Wanna eat lunch with me and my badass friends tomorrow?"

Her smile was back and it was huge. I loved it and decided to make it my daily mission to make her smile like that.

"We'll see," was all Bella said and talked towards the gym.

For the rest of the day I felt like I was floating on air, as gay as that shit sounds it was true.

That night was the first night I dreamt about Bella.

The next day she walked past the 'cool kids' table and never looked back. She fit into our group like she had always been there, which was weird because she was the exact opposite from us. She was the sweet innocent type, I was the mouthy asshole, Emmett the big funny goofball, Jasper was quiet, sarcastic and Alice was the hyper little pixie.

So here I am five year later, still dreaming about her. I loved everything about her; she was the most caring, thoughtful, beautiful person I have met and she continued to surprise me everyday. She was my best friend and I was hers, never going any further than a few drunken kisses in high school. My intense fear of her rejection overwhelmed me, never allowing me to let her know how I felt. There were a few times when I thought she could have felt the same way, but they were fleeting and far between. I kept telling myself that I would tell her soon. I had gone out of my way to never talk about other girls around her but I know she knew. I wasn't going to not get some because I was a fool in love; I was just more discreet about it.

We have been roommates for the last three years, since our freshman year at the University of Washington. There was no fucking way I was sharing some tiny ass dorm room with some pimply ass nerd who couldn't get a date and that was exactly who they tried to match me up with. I met up with him at the freshman orientation; three weeks before the semester started and I knew there was no way I could live with him. His name was Eric and his hobbies were magic, The Gathering (which he said was a card game) and playing Dungeons and Dragons. I knew right then we wouldn't be roommates. Bella too met her future roommate at our orientation but they hit it off great until Angela mentioned her boyfriend Ben would be staying over every other weekend. She wasn't having any of that and neither was I.

On the drive home from our orientation, we were both bitching about our perspective roommates. I was instantly thinking, Bella... I could live with.

"B, what if we just got an apartment together, screw the dorm thing." I blurted out.

She laughed at me. She was always laughing at me and usually I hadn't done anything exceptionally funny.

"Edward, two things: one I think the dorm experience is a not miss or so I have heard. And two we can't live together; Charlie would flip."

Charlie? Charlie and I got along great, he knew Bella would never go for my type and for that I was allowed over their house anytime and Bella was allowed to mine. We slept over each others almost every weekend since I was sixteen, but we always slept in the living room.

"Really, you think my father is going to let me live with a boy? Are you high or something?" She asked her attempt at humor didn't amuse me.

"Bella, be reasonable. Charles just loves me and I will give him some bullshit speech about looking out for you and shit. He will eat it up." I said truthfully.

Truth was I would be looking out for her; she never saw herself clearly. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, and the boys of Forks high were constantly trying to get with her. Thank their lucky stars she turned them down, because I would have had to just kick their asses if they ever tried to make a move on her.

In exchange for living together, all I got was more attached. She took care of me. It was almost like she let me know how good I had it with her, and that no other women would ever compare.

I could hear Bella cheerfully talking to someone and decided it was time to get the hell up. I had to go out there sometime or she would just barge in, and I needed to get this little problem under control first.

Why would I refer to my junk as little? It's not and have been told so on many occasions with moans and screams thrown in there, too.

"Oh Esme, you know how he is; sleeping, classes and girls, it's just his thing." She was laughing and joking with my mother about me. Those two could really have some fun at my expense; most of the time I was sitting right there even my father laughed. I had no idea why I put up with the continuous verbal abuse from the two of them, but I do.

"Well, I have to get ready for my incredibly long day so I will see if he is awake. Hang on."

I hear a quiet little knock on my door but before I can say a word, it opens up and there she is. And of course she is wearing her signature I Have A Nice Ass tiny shorts and a tank top. She had no idea what she does to me. I quickly sat up to block my re-emerging problem with the blankets.

"Morning," I said a little more than grumpy but she was used to that. A morning person I was not.

"Well good morning, handsome, did you sleep well?" The smile she had on is breathtaking, and I could just stare at her forever.

"Fine." I responded with that same grumpy tone but I just wanted to stare at her and not talk; it was too early for chitchat.

She strolled into my room not caring that I never said she could. She rolled her eyes at my attitude, but like I said, she was used to it.

She sat on the edge of my bed, close to my shit. I wanted to grab her tiny hand and make her help me out with this uncomfortable situation because that wouldn't make the day weird or anything.

"Your mom is on the phone." She said quietly, and handed me the phone. I rolled my eyes and grumbled something about the time and shit.

Bella pushed back a little and gave a very reprimanding look. "Be nice, Edward" she warned. I welcome the tiny friction she unknowingly gave me as she leaned back but she quickly got up and left, not shutting the door.

I put the phone up to my ear, not at all in the mood to talk. It was too early. "Hi, mom."

"Good morning, sweetie! How are you feeling?" She asked in her always sweet voice.

"Fine, tired got a lot of shit to do today." I know I shouldn't talk to her like that, but that was me in the morning. No filter.

"I will let that one slip; I did make her wake you up for me. I have a request." My mother hated swearing but always let it go for me.

"What?" I groaned. It was too early, and I didn't like when she asked me for anything, as I couldn't refuse her either.

"I was hoping you wouldn't mind gracing your father and I with your presence this weekend. It is his birthday, you know."

"Yea, I know but I have a lot going on right now." I really didn't besides homework, classes and my friends, I had nothing but I didn't want to take my whole weekend and go home.

I finally got out of bed and was starving, so I walked out into the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal. Bella was making herself breakfast and just smiled at me, she must know what Esme was asking, her face said it all.

"Sweetie, I know but it would really mean alot to the both of us if you did. We haven't seen you since winter break, and Alice is too busy with her showcase to fly up." And commence the guilt trip. She knew this trip would be a hard sell.

"Mom, really maybe another weekend, I'm just busy." I eyed Bella, hoping she would help me out and to my surprise she grabbed the phone from me, giving me the biggest smile.

My mother loved Bella, so I knew that once Bella gave her some lame excuse as to why I couldn't come home, she would drop it.

"Esme, its Bella again! Oh of course, I think a visit this weekend would be great, I have meaning to come home. Edward and I can drive together." She said into the phone.

What the fuck. I wanted to punch her in the head, was she serious? I should kick her ass.

"Yea, that will be great, we both have the same class and then we're done. I think we will leave around 1pm and be there around hmm, 4pm" she paused and I gave her serious death glares and she just gave a smile. At least I got another one this early; usually she was just busting my ass to hurry up and get ready.

"Awesome. I am excited too. See you then." She hung up and put the phone on the counter, not attempting eye contact. She fucking knew better.

"Bella? Are you kidding me?" My tone wasn't too pissed off, but I wasn't cheery either.

"No? Edward we haven't been home for months, our parents miss us. It will be fun, she is planning a nice dinner and party; it will be great." Like telling me that having to get semi dressed up was the way to make it all better, it wasn't.

"You knew I had plans this weekend. I told you about it." Every once in a while I would try and get Bella jealous by telling her about a girl I was going to go out with, but it never worked. She couldn't care less, and always asked how it went the next day. I still tried though.

"Yes, you did mention something about a Leah, I believe." She looked a little annoyed that I even brought it up. I think maybe it worked this time? Maybe she was jealous? "Really, I saw her yesterday. You won't be missing anything. In fact you should be thanking me for saving you. You're welcome."

She tried walked past me and out of the kitchen, but I wasn't having that. I went to the right and blocked her with my body and gently pushed her against the refrigerator. I was never like this but I thinking that she was jealous over me flipped a switch in me.

"You don't get off that easy, Bella." I pushed her back a little, putting my hands on either side of her head and looked deep into her eyes.

"Are you jealous B?" I said with a hint of smugness.

Her beautiful brown eyes got wide and she looked back at me and I saw a flash of anger on her face. Then, she punched me. Not a soft playful punch either. It was a closed fist punch in my stomach and it hurt like a bitch.

"Edward," she said in her nastiest tone ever grabbing my chin in her hand. "Does it look like I'm fucking jealous?" She dropped my chin and stormed off toward her room. Bella swore, she never swears. And I had to say, yes B you looked a little jealous. In my head of course. No need to get punched again.

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