A/N: I know, I know. I promise that I haven't abandoned this story. I really love it, it's just kind of my side project. I am going to be wrapping up one of my other fics soon so I'll have time to devote to this one! And I want you all to go check out "For the love of music" by laurajaexo. It's pretty awesome and one of my favorites on this site! Okay, enjoy!

Disclaimer - Steph. Meyers. owns. all.

EPOV

I settled into my favorite chair and waited for Bella. She meticulously unpacked her back, laying her notebook and pens in a systematic fashion – the notebook was on the left and all 3 pens were on the other side of her book, lined up straight and completely parallel. Hmm, slight OCD much? I smiled at this thought and her voice brought me back down to reality.

"Edward, did you hear me?" She looked at me expectantly. Uh, crap.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p' because I knew it would piss her off that I wasn't on the edge of my seat listening to her every word.

She huffed. "As I was trying to say – do we want to do a more update version of the scene like in the remake that just came out or stick to the original work?"

I ran my hand through my hair and shrugged. "Honestly I could care less, but most people yawn when it comes to the classics, it couldn't hurt to vamp it up a little and since you obviously know more than me about it, why don't you take a crack at it first."

Scowling, she grabbed her notebook and began jotting down notes while talking to herself softly. Every now and then she would shake her head and scratch something out then start again. It amazed me how when she was really perplexed about something her left foot would begin tapping until she figured it out and then she couldn't write it down fast enough.

Pretty little lady with the pretty pink thong
Every sugar daddy hittin' on her all night long
Doesn't care about the money she could be with anybody
Ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along

Bella looked up from her notebook with a raised eyebrow as I checked the caller I.D. on my phone. Tanya, great. I held my finger up to Bella and slid the phone open.

"Cullen Fertility Clinic. You spank it, we bank it." I said while grinning and catching an eye roll from Bella. Being the totally mature male specimen that I am, I stuck my tongue out at her while I listened to the nasally voice on the other end.

"Eddie-poo! It's me, your Tawnie-bear." I shook my head slightly, I hated that damn nickname and the only reason she got away with it was because, well she got away with whatever she wanted. You didn't say "no" to Tanya Denali that was for sure.

"Hey babe, what's crackin'?" I glanced over at Bella who was pretending to read over her notes but her eyes hadn't moved an inch.

"Nothing, I just missed you. Are we still on for tonight? Or did you want me to drop by earlier, I know you've got that big house to yourself and I can think of a few things to do that could pass the time." She was trying to sound seductive but it came out as, well, desperate. I sighed softly.

It wasn't like Tanya wasn't a fine piece of ass, it was just, to me that's all she was – a piece of ass and not potentially wifey material. She on the other hand misinterpreted me letting her slob my knob as asking her to be my girlfriend. Women.

"Baby, you know that I would love for that, but I'm in the middle of my drama project with Bella and I don't know when I'll be done." I looked over at Bella who blushed slightly at being caught eavesdropping. I chuckled softly and turned my attention back to Tanya.

"But, Edddiieeeee." I winced. "I wanted to see you today. Will you call me when you're down with that skank?" I could hear the venom dripping from her voice over the phone… and so could Bella.

She mouthed "skank" and pointed to herself with a look of shock. I nodded slightly and waited for it. Before I knew what was happening the phone was ripped out of my hand I heard Bella's voice turn from sweet to deadly and laced with innuendo.

"Hi, Tanya is it? This is the aforementioned skank. Just to let you know that Edward, or Eddie-poo, as you delicately put it, are going to be working long and hard on this project all night and I'm afraid by the time we're done he'll be too worn out to play." She threw the phone back at me with a smirk and went back to highlighting passages.

"EDWARD! Are you there? Are you going to let her talk to me like that?!?" My phone was screeching at me. I reluctantly picked the phone back up and said a quick goodbye with a promise of a call later, it was the only way she'd get off the phone.

"Now," I turned to Bella. "what the hell was that for Swan?" I tried to keep my voice hard and act a little pissed off. The truth was I had never been more impressed by a chick before, Swan had some big brass ones – well, metaphorically speaking, I hoped.

"Really Cullen?" She wasn't even pretending that she didn't know what was going on like most girls would. "Nothing against you, I don't care where your dick goes but she was getting on my nerves. And then she had the nerve to call me a skank? Um, last time I checked I wasn't the one that blew the wrestling team last year on the bus to Port Angeles." Her face was flushed with anger and the tips of her ears were red as well. Man, she really hated Tanya.

"Whoa, whoa Swan. Slow your roll. It's cool, I was just marveling at the size of your metaphorical balls." I grinned hoping to calm her down slightly.

"Are they bigger than yours?" She said coyly while biting her bottom lip. Fuck, what the hell?

"Well, we could always take this upstairs and compare." I couldn't help myself as I threw in a wink.

"Cullen – keep dreaming and maybe one day you'll actually grow a pair that could compare with mine." She quickly added, "Not that I care or anything, but for your sake – you've got a rep to protect." I waggled my eyebrows at her and kept grinning

"As much fun as this is, I kind of want to get this shit done so let's get busy." I reached for her notebook and was blown away by how much she had accomplished in 20 minutes. If I played my cards right, I may not have to do anything for this project, fucking sweet.

And as if she was reading my thoughts she said, "Don't think that I'm going to do all the fucking work Cullen. I just want to make sure my grade doesn't suffer because of you."

"Swan, seriously? You do know I have above a 4.0 right? It's not going to suffer because of me, in fact it should be the other way around." I shot back.

This really wasn't getting us anywhere, but I sighed and looked up at her and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Sorry, okay? I promise I'll pull my share of the project." I gave her my best puppy dog eyes and pouted a little.

BPOV

What the hell was with this kid, Jekyll and Hyde much? Whatever, he was pretty adorable when he pouted so I figure I let him suffer a little more. After all, he did insult my intelligence. But then again, I insulted his.

"Fine, you're forgiven. Just, don't make that face – you look like you're constipated." Which was a complete lie, but like I'd even tell Edward Cullen that he looked irresistible when he pouted, yeah – his is an ego I don't need to inflate any more.

"What! Lies!" He grabbed at his chest and put on a shocked face. "The Cullen Pout is flawless and works every time." Grinning he went back to looking at my notes.

"Alright, here's what I'm thinking. We volunteer to go first so that we can a) get it out of the way, and b) set the standard impossibly high. Plus, Mr. R always gives a little more leeway to the group the goes first, something about courage and blah blah blah." I looked and him while slightly tugging on my earlobe, a nervous habit that I've had ever since I watched "The Truth About Cats & Dogs" with my mother one night.

"Sounds good Swan, sounds good." He tossed the notebook back and looked at me. "So do we want to rewrite the dialogue to something that can be understood by the burnouts that attend FHS? Or keep the original and just confuse the hell out of everyone?"

I bit my lip slightly and thought about it. I loved the original language; it just seemed so much more thought provoking and real. But then again, not everyone could appreciate Austen, kind of like Shakespeare – it was just easier to understand him when he was translated into modern English.

"Definitely translate. I mean, the original words are to die for but - " I began.

"But Forks High just wouldn't appreciate the romanticism and subtly that Austen laces her monologues with." Edward finished.

I swear my jaw dropped a little and I gawked at him. He got it, not very many people do – let alone jockheads like him. I was more than surprised.

"That's where you were going with that right? I didn't mean to put words in your mouth." He said quietly.

I shook my head 'no' and smiled. "Actually that's exactly what I was thinking. So it'll be easier on our classmates if we just tweak the scene and made it a little more modern."

"Alright that's settled. Let's talk about the actual scene. Are we going to do it in front of the class or did you have something else in mind?" I couldn't help but blush at all the sexual innuendos that were in that sentence and I let out a small chuckle.

"What, what's so funny?" Oh great – he didn't even realize that he was making pervy comments in the first place. I am such a horn dog, I mean they were completely innocent statements but I had to go and make them all about sex. Maybe I should listen to Jessica, my 'best friend forever!' and finally get laid.

"Swan… Earth to Bella!" Edward was waving his hands in front of my face and I shook my head.

"Huh?"

"Smooth Swan, way to be a space cadet. I was asking about the actual scene and how you wanted to do it."

"Oh." Smooth Bella, you're really eloquent. "I was thinking we could film it at the park and just play the DVD to the class, take questions or anything and do our presentation that way."

"Sounds good." Edward stood up and stretched. His shirt rode up and gave me a super delicious view of those abs I've heard everyone raving about. "How about you work on translating the lines and I'll get started on the importance of this scene in the book. Are we supposed to compare and contrast of just do a critical analysis?"

"Either. I think it may be easier to compare it to other declarations of love in the 'classic' romance books. Something like, how Darcy's declaration of love, albeit unorthodox is a more vulnerable and significant one than Romeo's to Juliet, even though he gets rejected he throws himself on the line at the time when he is most likely to be rejected. He didn't wait for her to pine for him, he went out and got his girl – well tried at least." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I always thought that Romeo was a bit overrated, give me a Darcy any day and I tell you what, he can sweep me off my feet anytime!

I heard Edward chuckling softly, then louder and louder until he was on the ground rolling around.

"What!" I stood up and looked at him.

"Oh my Darcy!" He said in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic me. Ugh, shit did I say that last part out loud? Fuck my life. "Come take me away from Forks and all this madness, forget about Romeo, it's you I've always wanted!"

I could feel my face flushing red and I knew I resembled a tomato but I couldn't care. I walked over to where he was on the floor and kicked him slightly.

"Cullen I swear to God, I'm going to fucking cut you if you tell anyone this." I stood with my hands on my hips and watched him wipe the tears from his eyes from crying. I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes willing him to stop.

Suddenly it was silent and I opened one eye tentatively. I looked down and saw Edward Cullen looking straight up – and not at me. I didn't realize where I was standing when I huffed over there and I was now standing next to his head, giving him a free peak up my skirt.

"EDWARD CULLEN! STOP LOOKING UP FUCKING MY SKIRT NOW!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and stomped back over to where I was sitting before.

I began gathering up my stuff, fully prepared to leave and deal with this shit later. The only good thing out of all this was that I had, by the grace of God, put on the cutest pair of midnight blue boy shorts when I got dressed this morning.

I could hear him starting to protest my leaving but I flipped him the bird and ignored it. I swung my backpack over my shoulder and walked through the living room and hand my hand on the front door when it opened and I saw the last person I expected.

A/N: That thing about the ear tugging is something that I actually do in life. In the movie the advice is given that dogs calm down when you play with their ears and ever since then I've always tugged on my ears when I'm nervous - it's strange, I know I'm not a dog but, nervous habits are just that - random and habitual. Hope you all enjoyed :)