AN:This is my first Twilight fanfiction! Really excited. I just got this idea randomly right now. I jumped on the computer immediately, deleted the document for another story and started right this one! Er, probably a bad idea. But I'm overly excited about this, so PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW OR YOU'LL RUIN MY MOJO!!!

Disclaimer: I own squat but the plot

"God I should have beaten their asses." Edward said without looking at me. I cringed. He looked so deeply angry, and there was another emotion there. Like he was fighting with himself. And losing. "Distract me." He mumbled. Than louder, "Distract me!" He almost shouted. I almost cried at how urgent he was. What would he do? What does he want to do to those men? They had tried to attack me. God knows what they wanted to do to me. Well, God, Edward, and maybe Alice. I prayed that this next line would work:

"Er, the weather's nice?" I mutter. He chuckles.

"The weather?" He says in his velvet voice. "Not helping!"

"Not helping? Hmm, what could really distract you?" I thought to myself out loud. I could think of one thing. One very wrong thing. But what would he do? What if he didn't like it? What if it made him angrier? That really wouldn't be good. He was pushing on the gas too hard. He was getting to angry.

"Pull over." I command. My eyes immediately widen, and so do his. Since when do I demand things? He was taken by surprise to such an extent that he actually did pull over.

"You know this is a bad, bad idea. Now I could get out of the car and attack them and beat their faces in." He said roughly. I winced. Brutal.

"Er, that's a bit rough, isn't it?" I squeak. He looks me in the eye.

"Bella, you don't know what they were thinking." He says passionately. Er, why so passionate?

"Um, I see." I said uncomfortably.

"So why are we stopped Bella?" He asks me wearily. "Get it over with."

That hurts. I retreat into silence, stung. He notices. "Oh don't be like that Bella! Please..." He says, his voice ringing in alarm. He lets his voice trial off.

"Okay." I say. Before he knows what is going on I kiss him. It's ridiculously wonderful. Every vein in my body feels like it's been pumped with electricity, and my heart is going a million miles an hour. That doesn't help. He pulls away immediately.

"Bella!" He said, shock filling his voice. I downcast my eyes in regret..

"Yes?" I mumbled.

"That was wonderful." He laughed. He flashed me that beautiful half-crooked smile that I love, and kissed me again.

"It... it was?"

"Yes. But, Er, take it easy... see... your heart, it sort of..."

"I know!" I yell excitedly. Inside I know. It's a sign.

One day, that heart won't be beating anymore.

And instead, I'll be beautiful, and cold, and strong.

I know it. He doesn't though. Good thing he can't read my mind.

AN: Hey I hope you liked it! Review please! And also, please vote for me in CuteRockstar101's awards. I'm for best Camp Rock Story (Imaginary Lover and Resisting You) and best Author.

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