Backstage. Again. This was nothing new for me. But the nerves I suddenly felt made me feel like a newbie all over again. I knew she'd be out there, granted with her stupid football captain boyfriend, Jacob Black. But all the same, she would be there, the one and only Bella Swan.

She was the first person to listen to my band and she eagerly devoured every song we played for her. Little did she know that every song I ever played was for her. That's right, I, Edward Masen, was heels over head in love with one very taken Isabella Swan. I peeked my head out of the curtain to make sure she was there and I saw her, with her darling Jacob, of course, in one of the tables in the middle of the club.

Even though our show was about to start in five minutes, I snuck out from backstage to walk to her table. The lights had already dimmed for our upcoming performance and no one noticed as I snuck through the crowd. I approached her table from behind and leaned down to whisper in her ear. I knew I was overstepping my boundaries a bit but it was in a way only I could as Bella Swan's official best friend.

"Enjoying yourself, Bellie?" She jumped up in fright and turned around to see who the intruder was upon her and Jacob's cutesy couple moment. I internally chuckled, she didn't need to turn around, I knew she was well aware that it was I behind her. But she turned around anyway and greeted me with a smile that lit up the darkened room.

"EDWARD!! Don't scare me like that again!" She laughed her gloriously saccharine laugh and gave me a wink. Finally her treacherous boyfriend acknowledged my presence with an angry nod and a gruff "Masen". Then he showed me once again that Bella was his as he moved his lips up and down the length of Bella's neck. It's as much as I expected from that dog honestly.

I ignored Jacob's response and focused on Bella instead. "I just wanted to come down before the show starts to see my good luck charm." She flushed a bright crimson visible even in the lackluster environment of the club. I turned my back and went backstage again only to be confronted by my angry guitarist and best friend, Jasper Hale.

"What the fuck, Masen? We're on in two and you go out to flirt with La Push's quarterback's girlfriend? Get your fucking act together!" For someone who sounded so mad at me, Hale was actually smiling like a bastard. He knew of my desire for the hot little sex kitten Bella and he once admitted that if he wasn't boning little Alice Brandon, his soul mate, he would go for Bella himself.

"Oh you know me Hale. I'll get her eventually. It's not like Black actually pays much attention to her anyway." I retorted. It was completely true. I'd seen them together many times before.

He would keep a firm grasp on Isabella's arm while his head would turn with every busty blonde's passing. He would cancel dates with her only for pictures of some whore and him in his backseat would appear on Myspace the next morning. There was always rumors of Jacob's infidelity running around, even in Forks, but Bella kept her head high and pretended she didn't hear a thing.

I, however, knew better. After days when the rumors got to be too much for her, she would come over to my house and cry her eyes out on my shoulder. She refused to confront Jake about the rumors and she refused to lose her father's respect by breaking up with Washington State's golden boy. She was a fucking angel and he certainly didn't deserve her.

Hale nodded and we grabbed our instruments and walked to our places backstage to meet up with our drummer, Emmett McCarthy. "Ready fuckers?", I said to my fellow bandmates. I got one serene nod from Hale and a middle finger from Emmett. I chuckled. Typical Emmett. The curtains began to rise and we walked to the front of the stage to thunderous applause.

As soon as I reached my mike stand I peered into the crowd and easily found Bella at her table, alone now. I searched for Black and spied him in the very back of the club with one of his usual whores, Lauren Mallory. Typical shallow bitch Black.

I returned my attention to the crowd before me, patiently awaiting my introduction of the band and our first song. "Hello Forks, Washington!!! How are you guys doing tonight?" I paused and received a chorus of "damn good!" 's. "We're pretty bitching ourselves. I'm Edward Masen, lead singer and guitarist." I paused for yells and then went forward.

"To my left, we've got smooth-talking, Southern man, our bassist and my good friend, Jasper Hale." Jasper tipped the stupid cowboy hat he always wore to shows and started fiddling around with his custom made Decaydance bass. (AN: I don't know if that what it's called but I am aware that Pete Wentz, bassist for Fall Out Boy, has his own custom made bass and that's the one I'm imagining. It is glorious in person I must say.)

"And to my right is our favorite teddy bear and yours too, drummer Emmett McCarthy." Emmett acknowledged his fans with a middle finger and some random beating on drums. Once again, typical Emmett. I laughed and turned my full attention to the teary eyed Bella Swan. "For tonight, we're Midtown Heroes and our set tonight goes out to the ever-lovely girl at the middle table. She knows who she is and this song is for her. It's called Punk Rock Princess."

I started playing the chords out to the song by Something Corporate and began singing. The best part about being on stage for me was being able to escape the world through my music. I got a whole new sort of high when I was on stage and the only person I really could see was Bella and her luscious brown locks. Everything else faded and by the time I knew it we had blasted through our set list.

Some things weren't beyond my notice while I was in this weird high state of mind however. I did notice Bella kept searching around the club for her Jake, to my utter disappointment. Jake escaped the club with Lauren attached to his pelvis halfway through the first song and I realized with a grin after we finished that I would have to drive Bella home. I could finally get her alone and tell her how much I care about her and maybe, just maybe, convince her to leave that lying piece of shit she called a boyfriend.

"Thanks and goodnight", I screamed into the mic and the club immediately began disassembling itself as the crowd rushed out the doors and to their cars. I stalked off stage leaving Hale and Emmett to clean up for once as I strolled toward Bella's table.

She was still sitting there and for the first time tonight I got the chance to appreciate her simple beauty. She was wearing a short yet modest spaghetti strap midnight blue dress with dark blue flats. Stupid Hale and his stupid fashion-obsessed girlfriend taught me that. She kept checking the time on her LG Rumor phone and glancing around for Jake. Her deep brown eyes finally landed on me and she broke out into a true smile. A smile that was only for me, one that I only saw. Mine.

"Hello Edward", she said quietly. "Have you seen Jacob? I have to get a ride home with him otherwise I'm stuck here." She lent me a sad smile. I shook my head no but before she could start looking for him again, I spoke.

"I could drive you home Is. I think Jake just got an upset stomach." She nodded her head and I offered my arm to her. She threw her head back with her laughter.

"Always a gentleman, Edward. Why didn't I end up with someone like you?" Her eyes bore into mine as they searched for an answer and for once, I was speechless. My heart stopped beating and all those other damned clichés. I didn't expect her to be the one who provoked that subject tonight but it was good to know she was at least thinking on the same path as me.

She took my arm and I inhaled her heavenly scent like a fucking drug. Who knew when the next time would be when I got her all to myself? I wondered why she didn't end with me. Maybe it was my apparel. Like what I was wearing tonight. A pair of super skinny black jeans and a The Smiths t-shirt didn't exactly lend themselves to being worthy of being America's Sweetheart's boyfriend, did they? She was gorgeous and wanted and adored whereas the only girl who gave me the time was the one who only wanted ten minutes of mine. Knocking boots in the back, that was the most degrading thing I had brought myself to do to date. Due to my sullen ponderings, we had already reached my Aston Martin Vanquish and Bella was digging for my keys in my front pocket. I stood at attention, in more ways than one as she grazed my unfortunately hard erection from being around her for the last couple of minutes. She and I both flushed a deep crimson as she muttered "oops" and successfully found my keys to my dismay.

I ushered her into the car and put the key in the ignition and leaned back and inhaled the scent of the leather of my car. I was just beginning to relax as I noticed that everyone had already left the club. Bella and I were perfectly alone.

I looked over to my goddess-esque passenger and watched her chest heave up and down in her attempt to calm herself down. But from what I wondered. I couldn't help but reach my hand out and touch one of her flaming cheeks, the one her hand was resting on of course. Our hands brushed comfortably yet electrically against each other. What I did next was undoubtedly the corniest yet most romantic I did thus far in my life.

"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek." Her blush rose anew as she lowly chuckled.

"Such a charmer, Masen." We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed an eternity before she cleared her throat and we awkwardly turned away from each other. She looked into her lap as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "I know Jake didn't have a stomachache tonight. You don't have to pretend with me of all people you know Edward", she said in a sad, little somber voice as a single tear rolled down her cheek. I traced my index finger down her cheek, seemingly leaving goose-bumps on her flesh as I went and removed her traces of her tears.

"I don't even see why you stay with him when he cheats on you whenever you're not around. I mean he even looks at girls when you're standing right next to him. He's such a barbarian. If you were my girl, why, I'd, I'd, I'd take you on picnics all the time and play songs just for you. I'd hold your hand at dinner and I'd come through your window late at night just to give you one last kiss goodnight. I'd be so much better for you, Bella, and you know it. If we make it out alive, I'd like to say how beautiful I think you are."

She was gazing at me now, wonderment held in her eyes as she thought about what life would be like on the arm of Edward Masen. She looked at me up and down and to the issue rising once more in my pants. She reached over the center console and grabbed my hand and brought it to her shiny, glossy, strawberry lips.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for someone to say that, Mr. Masen." I grabbed her other hand.

"Maybe as long as I've been waiting to say it. You are the most stunning creature to walk the planet, my dear. Everyone knows it, but no one more than me. Nobody else sees you in the morning with your hair all askew and with blurry, sleepy eyes. Nobody else sees you singing in the kitchen when you make birthday cakes. Nobody else knows that you look amazing when you go and pick daisies for my mother and yours. Nobody else can say they've held you in their arms at night and pushed the bangs out of your beautiful eyes. I'm in love with you, Isabella Marie Swan. I always have been and I promise if you pick me, I always will and I'll never hurt you like all those people who use you for your beauty and smarts."

The next event was completely unexpected by me, I never expected her to love me back. She leaned over that pesky center console between us and gently yet fiercely claimed my lips with her own. The moment I had been waiting for since birth was happening as I moved my lips in sync with hers. I pushed the tip of my tongue out and swept it along her pouty bottom lip as she allowed me to put my tongue in her mouth.

A strawberry explosion took place in my mouth and my eyes opened wide. She moved her hands up into my hair and I moaned into her mouth as she gently massaged my scalp. I started pulling her into the spacious backseat. She eagerly moved back with me and placed herself on the plush upholstery as I hovered over her. I couldn't believe everything I wished for was coming true right now. I started placing wet, openmouthed kisses up and down the length of her neck as she arched her back up and mewed. She placed her tiny hands on my hipbones and traced her fingers over them lightly as she pulled my shirt up and over my head. I did the same to her as she explored my chest and starting pinching my nipples lightly.

I found that our little Isabella wasn't wearing a bra with her dress and now only lay beneath me in a pair of sapphire colored lacy boy shorts. My jaw dropped and then I regained my senses as I took a puckered up nipple in my mouth. She moaned her loudest yet and I felt encouraged by her motions and sounds though I was pretty inexperienced.

She pulled down my boxers and pants simultaneously and stared at my hard member as I trailed my kisses down to her stomach and back. I grinned internally. The joke's on Jacob I guess because apparently his girlfriend thought I was bigger.

I gently pulled down her underwear and traced a single finger down the length of her. She was ready for me. She looked into my eyes again and I saw excitement and love and pure adoration in them. Then she closed them on me. "Are you regretting anything right now, Edward?" She barely managed to squeak that out through her pants. I nuzzled my face into her neck and breathed her in.

"Not at all. I love you. Do you?" She reached down and grabbed my face and gave me a long and deep kiss. "No. I love you so much, Edward. Don't you float away." I took this as my green light and positioned myself at her entrance.

I was about ready to push in when she piped up again. "Edward, umm, do you have condoms in here at all?" I internally beat myself on the head. Why didn't I put a damned rubber on yet? Bella was a very mothering figure and would look amazing with her already perfect breasts filling with milk and her belly round with a child but now was not the time for that. We were only seventeen after all.

I quickly slipped one on and returned to where I was before. I took a deep breath as Bella did the same and I thrust myself all the way in. I felt something rip about halfway in and when I looked at Bella with a million questions running through my head as I watched a tear roll down her cheek.

Fuck. Holy fuck. Shitting holy flaming fuck! Bella was a virgin?! But she had been dating Jake for a year and he always went around bragging about how good his little woman was in the sack. I took the woman I love, not only in the back of my car (albeit a nice car), but I also took her virginity? I felt like a real asshole now. That moment was supposed to be special and caring not one brutal thrust in the back of an Aston Martin.

I reached up and took away the tears I caused. "Bella, I'm so sorry, if I knew you were a virgin, I wouldn't have done this here at all. You deserve so much more than this."

She looked at me in shock and shook her head. "Edward, if anyone should be sorry it's me, I should have told you that. I really do love you and I wanted you to have it. Now if you don't mind moving now, that would be nice." She giggled and I felt reassured in myself.

I pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in gently as she nibbled on my earlobe and ran her fingernails down my back. I sped up my thrusts according to her demands and when we both reached our climaxes, I pulled off the used condom and threw it my ashtray for the moment and then snuggled into Bella's back and kissed her neck gently as I massaged her shoulders.

She sighed. "Edward, that was…. I mean you're always so good to me. I don't deserve you at all." I turned enough so I could see the distress on her perfect face. "Bella, you're more than perfect for me." We laid there for god knows how long until I realized I had to drive her home still. I lovingly redressed her, kissing every inch of skin my lips came across and she did the same to me. I moved her up front and then started driving my car as I held her hand. I glanced at the clock, 2:15 A.M. Fuck. Bella was supposed to be home an hour ago. For my safety and my balls' safety, I prayed Charlie fell asleep and Bella could sneak in safely.

"Edward, what are we now? I mean I can't break up with Jake, that would just ruin me and get me homeless quickly, but I don't love him, I love you…." She blabbered on and got herself worked into a fit of tears. I took our conjoined hands and wiped her tears away for the third time tonight.

"I'll be anything you need me to be, Bella. OK?" She nodded as I pulled into the Swan's driveway. I walked her to her door and kissed her goodnight chastely under the dim front porch lights.

As I walked back to my car, I knew I would only get to see her on the weekdays while Jake stayed in La Push. She would be his on the weekends and I would be her cute little sex toy it seemed. I felt a little hopeless at the last thought but I remembered she loved me, not him; she lost her virginity to me, not him. That would keep me fighting for her.

But no matter when I got to see her, one fact would always remain: she was his girl Friday.

So yeah, lemons, not my thing obviously. In the future, I think I will have someone else write them. : )

Hate it, love it, indifferent to it? Give your girl a holla. (OK that was lame) If anyone is interested in Edward's set list for Bella, PM me. It's pretty amazing. Thanks for the love and yes, I will update my others. I just want this one to be my spark to bring me back.

One thing's for sure, I'm back bitches. : )

~LilMsSugarRush.