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"The boys are going to go pick up some take out. After we eat we're going back to the house." Alice announced as she threw away the remainder of the mess from the party. It had been five hours since I woke up, four hours since I had the talk with Edward. I was still confused on what starting over meant. Were there rules? I mean, before he left for college there hadn't been rules.

Before he left for college Edward and I hung out just as much as Alice and I did, we talked about everything, hell, we even held hands occasionally, and played seven minutes in heaven. What is starting over with Edward?

"Earth to Bella," Alice waved her hand in front of my face. Had she been talking to me? The look on her face tells me she has. I give an apologetic smile. "What's the scoop with you and Eddie?" This question peaked Rosalie's interest enough that she was no longer sitting cross-legged on the couch, she got up and walked over to the island.

"We're starting over," I answer her in the simplest of terms.

"So you believe him?" Rosalie questioned popping a jolly rancher in her mouth.

"I don't know," I ran my fingers through my hair, "I want to believe him, but then again it's not like he ever spoke to me after that night. I'm just choosing to forgive him, because it's easier than hating him." I explained.

"Just be careful with him," Alice spoke softly paying more attention to her nails than to what she was saying. She always did this when she was nervous. "Start over. Be friends. But I see the way he looks at you, and the way you look at him, there's something there. You're not the only one who is fragile, he's just better at hiding it." I gave her a confused look. What did she mean he was fragile?

"He's fragile?" Alice looked up to me, her blue eyes meeting mine.

"Edward is… different. When he cares about someone, he shows it in a different way…" It seemed like she was trying to figure out how to chose her words. "Bella, you just need to think before you act this time. Edward has a different past, and he doesn't share that past with many people. He holds secrets… things that will give your nightmares, nightmares," she shuddered slightly. "Be careful with him." The look in her eyes told me that Alice wasn't joking. She was being completely serious.

"I'm not going to break him." Alice eyed me as if she didn't believe me before shrugging her shoulders. "Wait. You're really not going to explain any of that?" She was going to tell me he was fragile and has a past that would give me nightmares, and then she wasn't even going to explain? Edward and Alice had the same past. Didn't they?

"It's not my story to share. It's his."

We heard the slamming of a car door, and we knew the boys were home. Alice put a finger over her mouth putting a silence to any questions I had about Edward. It probably would have been pointless to ask her, seeing as I already knew she wasn't about to tell me anything.

"So," Emmett announced setting the Chinese food on the island. "We're going to eat, and go back to their house." He motioned to Alice and Edward. "Then we all want to take it back to junior high." Rosalie gave a small scoff.

"Funny, I thought that's where you lived." Emmett gave a slight gasp putting a hand over his heart as if he were hurt. "Oh calm down, it was a joke, sensitive." She gave him a playful smile. He returned the smile with a chuckle and casually touching her hip. Well, something's going on there.

"We're actually thinking more like when we get to your place we play all those stupid games. Jasper has never played any of them." Edward laughed grabbing plates from the cabinet only counting five. "Shit."

"What games?" I question.

"Spin the bottle. Seven Minutes. Dare." He rattled off the top of his head. "Rules are junior high rules for seven minutes. No fucking in my goddamn closet." He mocked how his father had said it the first time we played seven minutes.

Alice let out a high-pitched laugh at the memory, I gave a cherry red blush, and Rosalie just shook her head back and forth. Jasper and Emmett looked to all of us for some answers.

"The first time we played, Carlisle opened the closet to get the vacuum and Edward and I were in there," I explained sheepishly. "I… may have… asked Edward to uhm…" I rambled on making Edward laugh.

"She asked if she could see my dick." He spit out for me making Emmett give a booming laugh. "She was the innocent little kid who had never even kissed a guy and she wanted to see my dick. Anyways, Carlisle walked in when she was unzipping my pants." I think Emmett was laughing so hard he was starting to cry.

"He yelled at the top of his lungs, Edward Cullen, no fucking in my goddamn closet. Then proceeded to pull Edward out of the closet by his ear, and Bella by her arm. They had a long conversation with Esme and Carlisle about the birds and the bees, and about how teenagers hormones are running wild." Alice explained the rest of the story grabbing the last plate and filling it with food. Edward sat beside me handing me a second fork offering me some of the food on his plate.

"You think he would have said 'no fucking in my goddamn house." Jasper mused as I took a bite of the noodles that were on his plate.

"You've really never played those games? I thought I was sheltered." Jasper shrugged his shoulders.

"My father is a preacher. You can imagine how tight the reigns are." Emmett shuddered as if this were the worst thought in the world.

"I think our parents would get along, Jasper." Alice and Edward nodded their heads in agreement. Jasper only tilted his head questioningly. "My father isn't a preacher, but church every Sunday is required. No dating. No drinking. No staying out with friends. Clean the house, and cook the dinner. The men provide, and all and any dates I do have are chaperoned." I rolled my eyes.

"It's Sunday, and if you can't date how are they chaperoned?" I chuckled slightly.

"I get out of it once in a blue moon. I'll get stuck going next week. My mom thinks young women should get the chance to date, Charlie doesn't. They agreed on chaperoned dates." I shuddered at the thought. "No thanks." Jasper gave a laugh.

"I think our parents would get along. Both of them are stuck in their old fashioned ways."

"We should see if we can talk Charlie into letting you come to church with us on Sunday." Alice offered. "I mean let's be honest, during the summer you're never actually home unless they force you to be." I rolled my eyes.

"Repercussions for the comment I made will be had." I reminded her. "I can ask Renee, maybe she'll loosen Charlie up a bit. You can come over Monday if you love me. You know Charlie's always less harsh when you're around." For some strange reason he thought Alice was a good influence on me. Yeah, right. She's the one who taught me how to sneak out, and she got me drunk for the first time. If Charlie knew half the things she's taught me…

"That comment was gold." Alice chuckles. "Alright, let's get out of here and show Jazzy all about those games." Alice grabbed his arm dragging him from the house.

"Why don't we just play here?" I question seeing it as a logical way to do things.

"Mom wants us home today incase Charlie and Renee stop by like they sometimes do on Sundays. If they come over you boys better get on your best behavior fast, and we'll put on a movie in the background." It made perfect sense. A lot of the time Charlie and Renee did a little stop by to make sure I wasn't misbehaving.

We all got into the oversized jeep without another word, the short drive to the Cullen house was filled with music from whatever CD had been in when we took the jeep. Apparently, whatever it was, Edward and Emmett liked it because they were singing along to it.

"We're home!" Alice yelled making her voice echo through the house. I lightly winced. My hangover might have gotten better after the bloody marry and a shower, but the headache was still there. Esme walked out of her bedroom, with Carlisle following.

"Well," Esme circled us. "You all look healthy. No one suffering from a hangover," she eyed me and chuckled. "At least not a bad one. Did you have fun?"

"It was fun. We're actually going to go play a few games. Seven Minutes, Spin the bottle, can you believe Jasper has never played any of them?" Alice questioned walking right past her mother.

"No fucking in my goddamn closet you two," Carlisle winked to me and Edward making a blush comes over my cheeks. With that we were off to the family room. Some might find it strange that Esme and Carlisle let they're kids have parties, and play these silly little games with their knowledge, some might find it insane, but their philosophy works.

Esme says she doesn't run a prison. She understands that kids are going to be kids. Teenagers are going to want to experiment, and do stupid shit. The only thing she asks is that her children do not lie to her, and do not drive drunk. She's created a safe environment, and Alice and Edward would call her if they needed something. She also says if you don't tell teenagers they cannot do something it's less likely they'll do it. The rebellion stage is a bitch if you're harsh with the rules. Carlisle is the stricter of the two, but he follows Esme's lead nine times out of ten. He understands kids will be kids but he doesn't baby them to the extent Esme does. The way he sees it, you have a party and a hangover the next day, great clean the house. You do something stupid you will get punished and it will not be taken light-heartedly.

"Okay, so," Alice's voice called my attention. "We're going to play a mix of all of them," Alice set the root beer bottle in the middle of the floor. "I spin the bottle, it lands on say Rosalie, I say Rosalie, you kiss Edward." She was throwing out examples. "Basically the power is in the person who spins the bottle. This isn't the proper way you play but it's better." Alice placed her small hands on the bottle and gave it a spin. "Emmett," She mused. "Kiss, Seven minutes, or dare?" She questioned sweetly.

"Dare," he said instantaneously.

"I dare you to take off an article of clothing every time someone says the word 'like'" Emmett shook his head taking the challenge. Emmett spun the bottle and it landed on Rosalie.

"Kiss," she said automatically.

"Kiss Bella," he said a wicked grin coming over his face.

"This game is so much better with alcohol." She wined and leaned over. "Wait tongue or not?" Emmett looked at her like he was challenging her.

"With." Rosalie shrugged her shoulders and pressed her lips to mine. Rosalie and I had had our far share of drunken kisses so this was nothing. Rosalie was deciding to give him a show. Her fingers ran though my hair as she pulled opening my mouth and slipping her tongue inside. When she was done, she pulled back, both of our breathing labored.

"Here," Alice placed a bottle of Captain in the middle. "It is better with alcohol," She closed the doors of the family room not bothering to lock the door. Nothing would get out of control with Esme and Carlisle here. The worst that would happen would be tipsy. "What did I miss?" She asks looking to all the boys.

"We kissed," Rosalie said motioning to me. Alice rolled her eyes, Rosalie grabbed the bottle taking a swig and then passing it to me before she spun the bottle. The bottle landed on Jasper, finally.

"Kiss," he said simply making Rosalie look around the circle.

"Since it's your first time I'm going to be nice. Do not get use to it," she warned. "Kiss Alice." Jasper shrugged his shoulders and leaned over to Alice pressing his lips to hers. He didn't bother to ask if the dare was with tongue or not, he opened his mouth and Alice followed his lead. Rosalie cleared her throat once the kiss lasted over a minute. Alice pulled back her breathing labored and a blush coming across her face. Jasper spun the bottle within seconds. It landed on Edward.

"Well, since like," Emmett rolled his eyes taking off his shoes. "Everyone is like," his socks. "picking kiss, I'm going to pick Seven Minutes." He shrugged his shoulders taking a swig.

"In honor of the story you told earlier. Seven Minutes with Bella." Edward looked to me sticking out his hand. "Wait where is the closet?" Edward pointed to the small door by the couch.

"Come on, Bells. No seeing my dick this time though." He joked bumping my hip opening the door for me.

"What a gentleman," I joked back walking inside.

"Alright, go!" Alice yelled. Edward and I looked at each other awkwardly. The closet was too small when we were in Junior high, now it was only big enough for us to both be in here if his arms were pressed against the wall entrapping me.

"So what now?" I question chuckling. Looking up at Edward my eyes were focused on his lips. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted his hands to explore my body. I wanted him.

"What would you like?" He questioned licking his lips.

"Kiss me." I whispered in a voice so low I wasn't entirely sure he had heard me.

I knew he heard me when he leaned down, closer to me, so I felt his breathing against my face. Instead of kissing my lips, Edward started kissing my neck, moving my shirt slightly to suck on my neck. He was leaving a mark, one that he knew I could hide. A small moan came across my lips, low enough so only he heard, and then his lips pressed against mine. In that moment everything came so naturally. I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my mouth slightly letting his tongue inside. Kissing Edward was in indescribable experience. It always had been. While kissing someone like Paul had been satisfying, and good, it never did feel like this. This made me feel like I was on another planet entirely. His hands moved down my body, cupping my butt in his hands. I yelped slightly at the roughness but grinded against him anyways.

"Times up!" Alice knocked on the door. Edward pulled away from my lips giving a small groan.

"Alice," we both whispered in unison, and then we both started chuckling.

The games lasted for another hour, and by the end Emmett was in his boxers. Alice pleaded that no one else say the word like. We ended the game as soon as Esme announced that dinner was done. I couldn't get my mind off of the kiss with Edward. Was I overthinking things? Probably, I'm good at doing that.

In the last Chapter many of you seem to think Alice is being a bad friend. I promise you she is not. There is more to her side on why she would't give Edward Bella's number. You will find out in the coming chapters, I promise.

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