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This is one of my first fan fics and my first time writing about Edward and Bella. I hope you guys enjoy their story, please read and review.
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EPOV:
Edward was in the kitchen, putting away the last of the groceries he'd bought, when there was a knock on the door. Hearing Emmett's announce that he was on his way, Edward ignored the knock and closed the pantry door. His errands were now finished and he could finally spend the rest of his Saturday afternoon relaxing. Emmett pulled open the front door and his booming laughter filled the apartment, causing Edward to join him in the entryway and find out what was going on.
Standing at their threshold, her small arms thrown around Emmett's massive frame, was Emmett's baby sister—Bella Swan. Emmett sat her on her feet, releasing her to look at her attentively and Edward found himself doing the same. He hadn't seen Bella in a few years, not since he and Emmett had been roommates in college and Bella had come to visit. The Bella that stood before him now, was a far cry from the awkwardly little teenage girl that he remembered.
Bella had grown up, his calculations said she had to be in her twenties now, and Emmett's updates informed him that she had just graduated college herself. She wasn't much taller that he remembered, maybe 5'5'' or so, still barely coming up to the middle of Emmett's broad chest. Her dark brown hair had grown out substantially and now hung beautifully down her back, cascading over her shoulders and ticking her exposed cleavage. She was dressed in a tight pair of ripped jeans, which hugged her hips and exposed the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, and a fitted Breaking Benjamin tee-shirt that she had cut the collar out of to form a deep V that didn't cover more than her bra. Her face barely donned any make up and her cheeks were flushed from excitement, but her deep brown eyes sparkled something fierce.
"Edward, you remember my sister," Emmett pulled him out of his reverie and Edward nodded politely.
"Isabella, it's wonderful to see you again," he smiled when she beamed at him and threw her arms warmly around him, pulling him into a friendly embrace.
"It's wonderful to see you again, too, Edward," she released him and took a step back, with an embarrassed flush. "And it's just Bella."
Edward nodded politely and Emmett interjected, "What are you doing here Is? Not that I'm not happy to see you; but why didn't you call to tell me you were coming to Seattle?"
Bella bites her plump lower lip and grins childishly at her brother, "well, my band booked a couple of gigs here in Seattle and I was kind of hoping to be able to crash with my big brother for a few."
"Ah," Emmett comprehended, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Figures you would only stop by to see me when you're broke and need a place to crash."
"Oh shut up," she smacked him, scolding him playfully. "I'm not broke, just not rolling in the dough Mr. CFO." Edward chuckled at their exchange and Bella turned her beautiful gaze back to him, "Edward wants me to stay! Look at him; he's practically moving your stuff to the couch so I can have your bed! What a wonderful roommate."
"Hey, I'm not in this," he raised his hands defensively and Emmett laughed, clapping his buddy on the shoulder.
"Okay Bells, you can stay. But I am soo not sleeping on the couch little sis," Bella squealed excitedly and hugged her brother again, grabbing her army green duffle bag from the front porch and slinging it over her shoulder.
"Thank you guys, you're the best! I promise, I won't use all of the hot water and I'll chip in on groceries!"
"You better," Emmett joked and closed the door behind her, leading the three of them back into the main part of the apartment and taking Bella's bag from her. He left Edward and Bella in the living room as he headed up stairs to stow her bag.
Edward stared awkwardly at the attractive woman in his living room before heading in to the kitchen in search of refuge. Bella was so much more grown up than he had ever imagined her being; she had always been a little immature when she stayed weekends with them in Vancouver. Wearing Emmett's oversized football jerseys and fixing her hair into pig tails, she had looked so innocent. Now, she seemed like hell on wheel and dressed like sex. Was this even the same girl he remembered?
"Did you want a beer," he called over his shoulder, pulling open the fridge and bending to grab a longneck.
"Sure," Bella's answer came from directly behind him and Edward jumped in surprise, spinning to face her. She giggled and the sweet sound affected him in very bad ways. "Sorry," her apology laced with humor. "I just wanted to say thanks for letting me crash, I hope I'm not cramping your style or anything."
"Crashed; cramping your style?" Edward teased her, "Miss Swan you have grown up and I'm not sure under the right influence." She giggled again and Edward groaned inwardly. Damn, it had been too long since he'd gotten laid; it was definitely time to get back out there. How long had it been since Lauren? Two months? Three? Too long, that was for sure.
BPOV:
Bella couldn't help eyeing Edward, standing so close to him alone in the kitchen. Come to think of it, this might have been the first time Bella had ever been remotely alone with Edward. It had always been one of Charlie's rules, that she was never to be left alone while visiting them; under any circumstances, and Emmett took protecting his baby sister very seriously. She mentally rolled her eyes at the thought and focused back on Edward as he teased her and she giggled.
He hadn't changed much in the four years since she'd last seen him. There was a subtle difference that she chalked up to his age, but he still had the same glowing green eyes that she remembered. He was still well dressed and well groomed, except for his unruly bronze hair. Edward had, as far as she could tell, always been in good shape; she remembered him going for extended runs in college, but he was not even half the size of her brother. If she had to describe him, she'd say he was more toned and fit rather than built.
He was wearing designer jeans that hung from his hips, and a white button up shirt that was just slightly see through, his sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. Even his plain leather shoes looked like they cost more than all of Bella's things put together; though, that really wasn't saying much. Honestly, she was happy that Emmett and Edward's company was doing so well, but money and business were just not that important to her. Neither were possessions, for that matter; everything she owned was in the bag she'd given Emmett. She didn't need much, just a mic and an audience would do.
"So you mentioned you have a band," Edward asked curiously, handing over the beer that he had promised. She held it in his hands and watched as he effortlessly removed the twist cap, before raising the cold rim to her lips and taking a sip.
He followed suit and their conversation continued, "yeah, just a few friends from Vancouver. We're called the Is, nothing too impressive to report. Just hanging out, having fun and pissing off our parents." She grinned at him, enjoying the smirk that played on his lips.
"You're the singer, I'm assuming?" She nodded her confirmation and Emmett reappeared, heading straight for the fridge to grab his own beer. "Your sister was just telling me about her band; you never mentioned she could sing."
Bella blushed and Emmett laughed, his voice teasing when he said, "that's because she can't! Couldn't hit a note to save her life," he winked at her and she punched him playfully in the arm.
"How long have you been singing," Edward asked, and their small talk continued. Eventually, Emmett suggested they order pizza; once it arrived, and they had devoured every slice, Edward and Emmett bid Bella good night and she was left alone in their oversized living room.
Tucking the sheet they'd given her into the cushions, Bella stripped her pants and removed her bra before laying down, pulling the Huskies' blanket over her bare legs and sighing contently. It had been a long day and she was wore out, excited to be in Seattle and to be staying with Emmett again. But she also nervous about the way she'd caught herself staring at Edward, on more than one occasion, tonight. God, she needed to jump someone; it had been too long since she and Mike had ended things, and she was beginning to feel the dull ache in her bones.
Closing her eyes, Bella drifted to sleep, that night she dreamed about green eyes and tight muscles hovering over her trembling body.
