Keep It On Coming!

The sequel to "Come Whatever May"

Prologue

There are certain things that I just expect to happen.

I expect to open my mouth when I put on mascara; it's what every girl does, unless she's specifically thinking about not opening her mouth while she's trying to put on her mascara. And, nine times out of ten, it just looks worse if you don't open your mouth.

It's almost like magic.

I expect to have to pee as soon as I get in the shower, even if my bladder had been completely dry until I set one foot into the steaming water.

These are things we all expect.

But, there's one thing that happened to me today that I did not expect.

I did not expect sneaking out of 4th period English, running down the hall, finding the nearest unlocked janitor's closet, rushing inside it, and being crammed up against a bookcase filled with musty cleaning supplies and dirty mops would be an enjoyable experience.

Maybe I should make myself clearer. I'm sure that I could expect not to like this situation if it wasn't for the one, most important fact that could make the smelly closet seem like the penthouse at the Ritz.

I wasn't alone in this closet.

That's still not clear enough though, you could lock me in this closet with almost any other person in this rainy little town, and I would be one of the most disgruntled, angry, uncomfortable people you will ever find. Even if you told me you'd give me a million dollars for every minute I was in there, I'd be fighting my way out.

But, fighting was the furthest thing out of my mind.

Lovin' was.

I smiled at my hormone-riddled thought, earning a grateful groan from my closet fun-time partner, who had his lips pressed against mine. Apparently he was enjoying the way my mouth opened.

Now you can see why I enjoy these closet escapades more than the usual person.

His hands swept down from their position on the back of my head, past my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine. His own shivers answered mine, and the way it made his chest ripple under my hands rivaled anything I've ever felt, seen, heard, experienced, tasted, or used any combination of my five senses to comprehend. His hands continued their search for new land, sliding along my sides until they seemed to find a spot they liked on my waist.

He pulled me towards him then, .005 seconds earlier I had thought it was impossible for me to be any closer to him than I already was. But, oh boy, was I wrong. I jerked my hands away from his chest, just as my own crashed into it, my hands anchored themselves in his hair; something had to try to hold me up since my legs apparently couldn't do the job anymore.

He noticed the lack of response in the lower half of my body, and he sent himself to the rescue. Swiftly, and with a motion that made me giggle against his mouth again, he lifted me up with one arm, and pulled his leg up.

Oh, then I understood what Will Turner and Jack Sparrow were always talking about when they said "leverage."
He pulled back for some much needed breath, and glanced into my eyes.

Edward Cullen had the most amazing eyes I had ever seen. They had their own language, that's how expressive those suckers were.

You could tell exactly what he was feeling, exactly what he was getting ready to say, and exactly why you were glad that your so-called friends had stranded you alone, in a strange town, at a strange house, with a broken window and a freshly tee-peed lawn.

And, right now, they seemed to dance in the near darkness. Sparkling and bouncing in some unseen light only they could capture.

Then, I just had to kiss them again.

BRING! BRING!
"Saved by the Bell" is a fairly overused phrase, not to mention an over watched '80s teen sitcom, but I seemed to be using "Sabotaged by the Bell" more these days.

He pulled back reluctantly, a low chuckle sending my body into overhaul. "We best get to 5th period before I internally combust."

I smiled a small smile, suddenly aware of how fast and hard my heart was beating. "Maybe that would be a good idea." I whispered, glancing pointedly at his arm and leg, both of which were still supporting me in a very suggestive fashion.

I slide gracefully down to the floor, his hands never leaving me. "Better?" He purred, using his unknown talent to make my stomach quiver.

"Worse, actually, but you can't help that." I laughed, smoothing his worried expression. "We really should be off to class, Mrs. Goff might not notice us skipping the entire English lecture today, but I'm sure Mr. Banner would be seething if there were two less kids to doze off during his plant reproduction seminar."

Edward brushed my hair back behind my ears and smiled. "That man is so overconfident about his public speaking skills."

"We all can't be smooth-talkers, Mr. King-of-the-One-Liners."

Fifth period Biology seemed to whiz by, due largely to Edward drawing faces on his fingers and acting out the latest episode of Prison Break under our desk. I had to pass off several hysterical giggles as violent attacks of whooping cough.

And, after Fifth Period Theater, we had lunch.

Last week, I had set with Jessica Stanley, Mike Newton, Tyler Crowley, and Angela Weber, along with an assortment of people who changed almost daily.

But, that had been before they had deserted me at Edward's house. A plan that had surely backfired on all of them.

Edward wasn't going to charge me for the broken window; at least, he wasn't going to make me pay money. He told his parents that the same people that left an innocent girl standing on his front porch also vandalized his window, they looked at him with knowing looks, they got it fixed, he looked at the bill, and he had exactly one date with me for every dollar it cost.

Almost 200 dates, to be exact.

Not that I would object if they were just normal dates, like movies, dinner, Putt-Putt, bowling, that sort of thing.

No, Edward had to have it his way the whole way. He insisted on taking me out on his yacht, to the most expensive restaurants his Volvo could get to in less than 6 hours, ballets, orchestras, plays, concerts… He was spending a small fortune on wooing the already wooed!

But, my annoyance with Edward was greatly overshadowed by my annoyance with the occupants of my former lunch table, minus Angela and the innocent bystanders.

Apparently, my annoyance was reciprocated.

My usual seat was being occupied by Jessica Stanley's Coach-clad feet.

Edward led the way past the table, not sparing them a passing glance. I tried to do the same, but from the corner of my eye, I saw Jessica staring at me. I turned to face her, a small half-smile lighting up my face. She returned it with a grimace.

Ah, apparently my little spout of revenge had not been taken so well.

After being stranded on Edward's lawn, being invited into his house, kissing him fully on his couch, having an interesting conversation about beverages, going to the store to buy masks, and running into my police chief father, Edward and I had paid Jessica a little visit.

Her yard was a lot worse for wear than Edward's when we finished with it.

She didn't seem to get the joke of the whole matter.

She continued to glare at me, and then, making sure no one else was looking, mouthed the words "This means war."
Gather the troops, general.

Author's Note: TA-DAH!

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