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BPOV

That was the longest shower of my life. It surprised me how difficult it was to not picture Edward's hands in place of my own as I washed my body, grazing the soap down my abdomen and lathering my skin to rid it of dirt.

Over 45 minutes I spent under the spray. How do I know? It's an old house with an old water heater - after 45 minutes the water goes instantly from hot to ice cold.

I threw on my pj pants and tank top, towel drying my hair quickly before exiting the bathroom. Hopefully no one else had to use the facilities in the time I was in there.

I turned to walk down the short hallway to my room when I heard music coming from the opposite direction.

And it wasn't top 40s.

I turned and walked towards the sound, wondering if college had made my sister's earbuds functional. I pressed my ear the other side of her closed door but there it was completely silent. I walked further down the walkway, the sound growing faintly louder.

It was coming from Edward's room.

Hm. Odd.

I knocked on his door twice, lightly.

There was shuffling on the other side of the door before it creaked open and his bronze hair stuck out, his eyes meeting my own. He seemed to sigh with relief before standing up straight and opening the door fully, giving me a panty-soaking grin. "Hi, what's up?"

My breath hitched at seeing him shirtless, clad only in pj pants. . "Is-was that the Subways?" I asked, turning my head to the side to see if I could make out the vocals any clearer.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, too loud?" He asked, twisting his neck to look back at his laptop where the music was coming through on a set of small speakers.

"No, not at all. I'm just surprised you know them." I replied, unable to contain the giant smile plastered on my face. "They are quite possibly my favorite band ever." I giggled like a fucking tween. "Sorry." I apologized covering my mouth to hide the smile.

He chuckled, running a hand through his unruly hair. The simple act made me want to mimic him, only tugging a bit harder and possibly without us wearing clothes. Jesus Bella, get a fucking grip. "Mine too. Your sister hates them, though, so I'm 'not allowed' to listen to them." He grinned, rolling his eyes and effectively pulling me out of my fantasy.

I dropped my hand from my mouth and looked at him sympathetically. "Lame. What kind of girlfriend bans music?"

He leaned in ever so slightly, arching one of his eyebrows. "Crazy ones." He murmured lowly.

I laughed, nodding in agreement feeling my heart beat stronger. "No wonder you're dating my sister - you prefer them insane." I joked, running a hand through my own hair and leaning my side against his door frame.

What? I could work on my flirtation skills. I mean look at the kind of girl he was into! This would be nothing but blind practice on someone I knew would never return the attraction.

"You wanna...you wanna listen with me? I was just unpacking?" He offered stepping to the side and pointing to the still made-up bed.

"You sure you aren't waiting for my sister? I saw how you went all ninja stealth and just stuck your head out - I assume looking to see if it was my dad or Jess."

He rolled his eyes yet again and I began to wonder if he found my sister at least somewhat annoying, some of the time. "I'm not sneaking in her room."

"Good luck dealing with her tomorrow then." I snickered, walking into the room and flopping backwards onto the bed. It was my old mattress; my parents had bought me a new one for Christmas since this one was really old and shot. I rolled around on it finding the one spot that was still comfortable and dodging the springs poking up.

I felt his eyes on me and turned my head to see his head tilted and looking at me in sheer confusion. "What're you doing?"

"Oh, this used to be my bed. I'm trying to help you find the comfy spot." I replied, sitting up on my elbows. "Avoid the right side entirely if you can. I slept on that side for 10 years straight, so it's pretty beat up."

"I sleep on the left, anyway." He shrugged aloofly, focusing his attention back on unpacking.

"I can't sleep on the left at all. My body wakes itself up and forces me to roll back to the right or at least the middle." I laughed, making fun of the weird things my body did even when it was unconscious. I moved to stand up and shut the door, turning around, flipping the lock and pressing my back to it. "Just in case my sister comes in. She'd go Sybil on us both if she knew I was in here."

He shook his head, moving a couple t-shirts from his suitcase into the empty oak dresser. "Why doesn't she like you? I don't get it...at all."

I shrugged. "I never was into what she was and I never cared about the things she cared about. We're just polar opposites in every way."

"Really?" He asked, almost rhetorically. There was a few minutes of silence as he searched through the front pocket of his bag. "So...Dante is..."

"Her favorite bag. My parent's got it for her for graduation but refused to let her bring it with her to the dorms in fear it'd get stolen." I rolled my eyes. "She likes expensive, unnecessary things like that. You'll do well if you remember that."

He sucked in a breath as he toyed with the string on a hoodie. Smart man, packing well for a summer in Forks. "Yeah, I guess." He said almost wistfully. "So you just graduated?"

I nodded, watching his back muscles move as he continued to unpack his things. "Mhm. My last summer here before I head out for the big city of Chicago." I chuckled quietly. Everyone had given me so much crap about moving away from the ocean and forest and to the middle of... well the Midwest. "I'm going to make the most of the next three months though."

He craned his neck to the side, grinning at me. "That's where I'm from. I think you'll like it."

"Remind me to pick your brain and annoy you with assinine touristy questions as often as possible then." I said, matching his smile. God, I really wanted to kiss him.

He nodded, standing his suitcase upright and moving it to the far corner. He sauntered over, falling lazily beside me. "Anytime." He said as he yawned, stretching his arms up and twisting at the hips.

Holy shit.

Happy trail alert. Happy trail alert.

I sucked in my bottom lip trying not to let just the sight of it and the thoughts of what it led to (my unyielding happiness and sexual satisfaction) cloud my brain.

Happy.

Fucking.

Trail.

EPOV

Thank god for being jet lagged and over tired, because if I were in proper form, I would have been all over this girl.

She was all warm and wet and soapy and wet and...wait, did I say wet twice?

Well, let's be honest, it's an awesome thing for her to be.

"Jess said you had a good scholarship?" I asked, trying to get my mind of the perfect curve of her breast under her tank top.

"Yea. I got lucky - full scholarship as long as I maintain a 3.0 every term." She said, rolling over on to her side to look at me, and not helping the whole...not being hard thing.

I nodded, rubbing my stomach. "You can do it. You seem like a smart lady."

Her eyes seemed to follow my hand, and she just kinna...stared. "Uh huh." She blushed, "What are... what're you studying at NYU?"

"Biology; but I want to be a pediatric cardiologist." I told her, wanting to lean up and kiss away that adorable blush.

"So then that makes you compassionate, child-friendly, and incredibly intelligent." She commented, leaning her head on her hands as her knees, which were bent up, swayed in time with the music.

I laughed a little at her assessment, closing my eyes and trying to get lost in the song. "I suppose. I just seemed like a good thing to do; the right thing to do."

She nodded, "Do you want me to go? You must be exhausted."

I shrugged, opening my eyes a little to peer up at her. "No, I'm okay." I was dead tired, but her leaving was not in my favorite things occurring at present.

"You sure? Your eyes are bloodshot and you can barely keep them open." She whispered, smiling a little.

"No, but then again, I am jet lagged too." I laughed, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. "You're probably right though." I turned back to Bella, who was still laying back. "But thanks for hanging out with me." Thanks for even breathing the same air as me.

"Hey anytime." She smiled, sitting up on the bed. "With the way my sister was going on about you at dinner and afterwards, it sounds like you'll be around for awhile. I thought I'd get a head start on getting to know my future brother-in-law." She laughed, heading for the door. "At least you have good taste in music. It almost balances out picking the wrong sister."

Oh, geeze. I hadn't even thought that far in advance. Brother-in-what? Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Marrying Jess just to see Bella was not a good enough reason.

...

Right?

I shook myself out of my delusional day dream, attempting to smile. "Thanks, I'm glad you forgive me."

She nodded, unlocking the door before pressing her fingers to her lips. "Shh..." Her smile was infectious, and reminiscent of a little kid sneaking a cookie after dinner as she scampered back to her room.

I flopped back on my bed with a groan, wondering how the hell I'd be able to get through the next however long I'd be here. She was too perfect, and too beautiful not to fall immediately in love with.

Love?

Ohhhhhh no.

No Love. None.

I closed itunes and rolled over in bed, burying my face in the pillow.

I would wake up, not loving Bella.

Shit.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of chatter in the hallway. I knew that shrill, earth shattering chatter. I got up, going to the door and opening while I rubbed my eyes.

Jess was standing alone at the top of the landing, her face in a pucker. "Hey, what's going on?"

"My dad is making us take Bella with us to La Push beach." She huffed, throwing her hands in the air. "Apparently I get no alone time with you this summer. Ugh!"

I furrowed my brow at her, entirely confused as to why she was so irritated. "It's no big deal; we've barely been here a day. And really she's not that bad."

"Not that bad?" She screeched, her voice reaching decibels only a dog could hear. "She's terrible! UGH! My summer is going to be RUINED if I have to babysit that little fun-sucking troll for the next two months!"

"Could you take it down a notch, please?" I asked, waking up more and moving toward her. "Would you want her to hear you talking about her that way? Your own sister?"

Speaking of which, she suddenly appeared, wearing a bikini top and short...short shorts in her doorway. "I appreciate the back up, but it's all right. I'll take the truck and 'meet' you guys up there. I have no interest in watching you guys fool around like a bad outtake from Grease anymore than you want me to." She retorted, looking between the both of us.

She can't go half naked. "Shouldn't you wear a shirt?" I asked, blinking at her and thinking of several inappropriate things I could do to her. "And Jess, if you don't want to go with your sister, then she and I can go. You go...call your friends or something."

I said, waving my hand over my head and shutting myself back in my bedroom.

Like I said.

Long fucking trip.

BPOV

Another guy who hates girls who eat more than celery.

Check.

Well at least I found a flaw in Edward; he was outright rude to girls who wore bathing suits when they didn't look like my sister. Maybe he and she were meant to be.

I ignored his rude request and grabbed my bag with suncream, a towel, a book and walked down the hall pounding on his door. "You coming to La Push or do you have PMS too?"

There was a beat of silence before his door swung open. He was pulling his shirt over his head as he mumbled into it. "I'm coming. Just you and me then?" He asked as he tugged down the bottom of the fabric and glanced down the hall, I assumed for Jess.

I shrugged pointing to her closed door. "Do you want to attempt to reason with her?"

He took a deep breath, sounding a bit annoyed as he stared at my sister's bedroom door. "Jess, Bella and I are leaving now. If you want to come I suggest you come out." He pulled the keys from his pocket tossing them in his hands as he moved to the stairs. "Let's go, short fry."

I heard the door open and close and shut my eyes.

Fucking-A. Of course she was coming.

"Wait baby!" She shouted, pushing me aside as she made her way down the stairs. "I'm sorry. I know I messed up." She plead, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I just was hoping to spend today just us, you know?"

Gag me. With rusty screwdriver.

That would be more tolerable than what I was being forced to witness since they were both clogging up the foot of the stairwell.

He wrapped his arms around her like a life-preserver and kissed her neck. "It's okay. You should apologize to Bella though. What you said wasn't right." He said pointedly, unwrapping himself from her, completely ignoring me and heading outside to the cars.

Jess just turned to me giving me the evil eye and stormed out following him.

I didn't think she would apologize. In her eyes, she never did anything wrong. Only I knew that any apology from her was utter crap.

I rolled my eyes, reaching for my iPod on the kitchen counter before jogging out to hop in the car with them.

Let me tell you, there is NOTHING worse than watching my sister palm her boyfriend's cock while he drives and she sings to Britney Spears.

I let out an exasperated sigh and focused instead, on the passing scenery as the music from my headphones filled my ears and I attempted to drown out the sound of my sister. I had thought I'd seen Edward out of the corner of my eye, trying to move her hand away a few times with no success.

What felt like hours (but was only half of one) later, he pulled into a dusty parking lot.

Thank god for rare sunny days in Washington. It seemed like the entire county was here, enjoying the sun.

"Okay so I'll meet you two back here in a few hours...?" I suggested, knowing my sister was eager to show off her new boyfriend. And who was I kidding? If I had him I'd be... no, I'd be eager to lock him up alone and have my way with him.

STOP. STOP BELLA YOU ASSHOLE. THAT IS YOUR SISTER'S BOYFRIEND. STOP IT.

"Yea sounds like a great idea. How about it honey? We'll meet Bella by the car in what, 6 hours?"

His forehead creased and he looked down at me. "But where will you be? Do you have a phone? What if something happens?"

"I'll be fine. Most of these people know either me or one or both of my parents. I'm plenty old enough to fend for myself. Go have fun; I'm just going to be a boring fuddy duddy and veg out with music and a book anyway."

"Come onnnnn Eddie." Jess whined, pulling his arm back towards the beach.

He rolled his eyes, shrugging her off a little and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Just in case...what's your number?"

"I didn't bring it." I answered, shrugging. "Last time I brought it to the beach I'm pretty sure a jellyfish stole it."

He sighed pursing his lips as if thinking of an alternative solution. "Hm. Then take mine. Jess has hers." He stated, leaning towards me and offering his phone for me to take. "Call whenever you're ready."

"No keep it. Jess was right - it's neither of your jobs to babysit me." I said, pushing the phone back. "Just come and get me when you two are finished doing whatever you two do."

And with that I brushed past them and headed to find the perfect solo beach spot to lose myself in my music.

I would not fantasize about that happy trail again.

No.

I would not.

Okay, maybe a little bit.