It's been two months since Maria's last party. I didn't play any games it just seemed silly to. But, I found out that the Cullen's were coming so I decided to come.

When "one hour in heaven" began, (I was offended. Heaven is better than anything. Again, the world is mocking Jesus Christ.) I was surprised to find Jacob Black here too. Bella was next to him, cross legged, Edward was alone, Emmett and Rose were about one inch apart, and then of course Alice with Jazz.

The Cullen family is probably about the only students I can take in our school, (Expect Maria.) and I was happy to see them. They didn't have any problems with me.

"Hey." I whispered Sitting beside Edward. He was probably my second best friend.

"Hello." He replied smiling to me. I leaned in to his side. "Have you ever played these girly-girl games?" I asked quietly.

He shook his head as in no. I laughed and listened to the other people call out a number and watched as they walked into the closet.

None of the Cullen's was chosen, which was good because they're most likely to literally, eat someone if they smell good.

"Elizabeth."

I looked up to find Maria hovering over me. Edward stiffened at my side.

"Are you going to play? The Cullen's are. They promised in the third round." She glared at Emmett and Edward.

"Um, I uh…-"

She cut me off, and then smiled. "Pick a number." She beamed. I sighed and dug my hand through the bowl.

I opened the card and yelled out timidly, "3!"

Edward rose and took my hand. I blushed and Bella snarled as I walked past her. Why was she getting a tone with me? They're on a break.

He opened bedroom door to Maria's "In the Bahamas'" parents. I smiled smugly and put my hands in my pocket.

"I know you probably don't want to do this, but…" Edward paused.

I looked up at his shinning pale face and blushed biting my bottom lip. "But what?" I asked.

He grinned that crooked smile and suddenly took my hand out of my right pocket and put it in his back pocket.

"There's nothing else to do and…Elizabeth I have a confession to make…" He whispered.

I was stiff, and couldn't breathe.

"I can't read your mind." He confessed. I smiled.

"And, I love you."

My heart skipped a beat then stopped for awhile. Was the room spinning?

Slowly and sweetly, he grabbed my hips and clenched me tighter to him without warning and sighed. "Do you mind if I uh…" He inquired.

I shook my head and closed my eyes waiting for the moment. This was too perfect.

His hands were still around my hips, mine were around his neck as we lightly pecked. It wasn't too hardcore, which was fine because all I needed was to be at least four feet away from him.

Then it started to get a little passionate.

My fingers started to run through his untidy, bronzed hair and he was kissing my neck trailing from my collar bone to my jaw line, back again to my lips. I sighed when he slowly lifted my calf around to his waist and hitched me up to pick me up.

He carried me to a wall and it kind of went on from there. I was really embarrassed when a gasp escaped from my lips. He chuckled and lifted me to the bed.

The rest of the hour was not what you think it would've been. We both knew we crossed the line and froze at the same time which was funny.

I laid my head against his bare chest and stroked his cheek. He kissed my forehead and leaned it against mine. I giggled.

"I love you." I reminded him.

He rolled me onto him and pecked my lips lightly. "I love you too." He replied. I stayed in that position for awhile and kind of went back into a make- out session again, which felt great. When I pulled away he stopped me with a cold hand making an inseparable snare around my waist and grinned.

"I wasn't done." He mumbled against my neck. I shivered.