Lyrical Melodrama Story Contest

Name of story: Leather Seats and Buttons

Pen Name: Corinne 22

Song story is inspired by: "Passenger"

Artist: Deftones ft. Maynard from Tool

Category: Newbie

Main Pairing: Edward and Bella

POV: Bella

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Here I lay

Still and breathless

Just like always

Still I want some more

Mirrors sideways

Who cares what's behind

Just like always

Still your passenger

The chrome buttons, buckles on leather surfaces

These and other lucky witnesses

Now to calm me

This time won't you please...

Drive faster!

Roll the window down

This cool night air is curious

Let the whole world look in

Who cares who sees anything?

I'm your passenger

I'm your passenger

Drop...these down

Then...and put them on me

Nice...cool seats there

to cushion your knees

Now to calm me

Take me around again

Don't pull over

This time won't you please

Drive faster!!!

Roll the window down

This cool night air is curious

Let the whole world look in

Who cares who sees what tonight?

Roll these misty windows

Down to catch my breath and then

Go and go and don't just

Drive me home then back again!

Here I lay

Just like always

Don't let me

Go... (9x)

Take me to the end...

Disclaimer: SM owns all characters, Deftones owns the song and my smut induced thoughts from their songs

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I awoke to a pounding on my door.

A horrible sound to wake me from a pleasant new dream of Edward. What surprised me about it was that it didn't involve sex. Just the normal little things. Laughing out in a field, sunshine beaming down on us and bringing out the green of his eyes and bronze in his hair. Us driving around, talking of nothing in particular, yet laughing the whole time. Him walking me to class down the crowded hallways, an arm wrapped around my waist, heating my skin.

When I woke up, I felt kind of sad that I didn't have that and it confused me. I didn't want anything from him, just our deal. I liked my independence, but I was growing to not like his.

"Get up, Bella!" my father yelled from the other side of the door, yanking me out of my sleepy haze.

I glanced over to the clock. "It's not time to wake up yet," I groaned into my pillow.

"I need to talk to you. Remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed out. "OK, be down in a few."

I grudgingly pulled myself out of bed and slipped out of my pajamas, sadly taking one last smell of my shirt to see if it would still smell like him. I stood in front of my closet, lost in his smell until my dad yelled at me.

"Come on Bells! I have to leave for work in ten minutes."

I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. I sat at the table while I watched his back as he poured himself a cup of coffee into a mug.

"OK," he said, while stirring in cream. "I need to talk to you about last night."

My hands started to fiddle around with a napkin on the table, afraid of what was to come.

He sighed before turning around to face me, leaning up against the counter. "Do you even know why we went there?"

I shrugged, not knowing where this was all going.

He sighed again and sat down across from me. "What do you think of Michael?"

My eyes shot to his. "Um, he's OK, I guess. I don't really talk to him very much."

"I want you to start hanging out with him more," he said before taking a sip of his coffee. "He's seems like a good kid. He has a good head on his shoulders, he knows what he's going to do with his life and he's working hard at it."

I looked away, trying not to show my disgust at the thought of ever having to be close to him.

"After I talked to his parents, I had us go over there in hopes that you guys would be able to talk some outside of school."

The thought of him setting this up instantly pissed me off. "What? You guys actually sat around and talked about Michael and I like we're some type of arranged marriage thing? I never thought you would ever do that to me, dad."

I stood up to get a bowl of cereal so I wouldn't have to see his face. Then something came to me.

"Oh God. You guys didn't let him know about this, did you?" I asked, mortified.

"Well," he started to fidget with his coffee mug.

"Oh great! Thanks a lot dad! Now I don't know if I can face him at school."

He finally looked up at me, his face pleading. "Bella, seriously. I didn't mean to cause any problems. He just came up to me the other day, told me how much he liked you and asked for my permission to ask you out. I figured this was the safest way to get it started. It's not like you're dating anyone anyways."

"And what? I have no say in this?" My anger was getting worse with every word that he spoke.

"That's why I wanted to take you over there. Let you see and judge for yourself. I told him that it was up to you, Bella."

"Doesn't change what you did," I replied angrily as I slammed down a bowl on the counter.

"Just give him a chance. That's all I'm asking. I feel like you have nobody in your life but Alice anymore. I don't even see you talking to Jasper anymore. You guys used to be so close. I'm just worried about you."

I heard him get up but I stayed with my back facing him, griping the counter in anger.

"Think about it, OK?" he asked, standing behind me. "I've got to go to work now. I might not be back until eight or something."

He placed a kiss on my head and quietly walked out the door. I threw my bowl back in the cupboard, way too disgusted to even eat anymore.

***

By the time that Alice came to pick me up, I was livid. The more time I had to think about everything, the worse it got.

"What's up with you?" she asked as soon as I got into the car.

"My fucking dad!" I angrily spat out while throwing down my backpack.

She put the car in drive, allowing me a minute to try to cool down. But it wasn't working.

"What happened?"

"It seems everyone is on the fucking band wagon of putting Mike and I together. Turns out that's the whole reason why we even went down there. I knew something was up."

She laughed loudly, trying to cover up her mouth to stop.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" she screamed, in between fits of laughter. "It's just kid of funny. You have to admit."

"Yeah, I'm sure you'd be saying that if your parents were working behind your back to set you up with someone. I don't even want to know what that pompous ass will say to me today because of it."

I didn't even want to bother telling her about the date or text. That would only bring on more questions.

"Well," she quietly stated as we pulled into the school. "I have a feeling he has a lot to talk about today."

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking over at her.

She pointed to the right of us as she pulled into our normal parking spot.

I looked over to where she was pointing at and I saw Mike looking pretty banged up. One of his eyes were looking purple, boarding on black. His bottom lip had a small cut in the middle and looked swollen. He was closing his car door, keeping his head down. I watched as he touched a cut on his cheek and tried to quickly walk to the school before anybody could stop him.

"Wonder what happened to him."

I could only shake my head as I continued to watch him. I think I have a good idea of what happened to him. But I couldn't tell her that.

I looked around for Edward's car, since he wasn't parked next to us like he always did.

"Where's your brother?" I asked, without even thinking.

"I don't know. He was gone before I even woke up. Who knows? I want to know what's up with Mike though."

I could tell that Alice was already becoming excited about this. She was one of those that always knew what went on with everybody in this school. I'm sure it was killing her not knowing what had happened yet. Just what I need, someone to try to pry and find out something about us.

"Come on, Nancy Drew," I said to try to distract her, pulling on her jacket sleeve. "Let's get to class."

We got out of the car, walking arm and arm to the doors. I could see her trying to think, her little mind going everywhere with ideas and scenarios.

"Stop," I said, bumping into her hip. "You don't have to know everything."

"Oh yes I do," she replied, a look of determination on her face. "I'll find out what happened. I'll bet you fifty bucks that I'll find out by the end of the night."

I didn't reply, cause I didn't doubt that she could.

***

I spent the whole first half of the day worrying. I was trying to come up with some sort of plan or idea to make her stop trying to figure out this Mike thing. The last thing I needed was her figuring this out.

By lunch time, I had come up with nothing and was feeling very frustrated. I hated keeping something from her, making me lie in a way. But I didn't even want to know the hell she would cause if she found out.

I sat down at our usual table, without any food, next to Alice. "Hey, did you know that Jessica got grounded?"

I was trying to distract her with any bit of gossip, trying to make her take the bait.

"Hm..." she replied, distracted and looking two tables down to where Mike was sitting.

"Yeah, um, something about finding diet pills."

She nodded her head at me, still staring over at his table.

I sighed heavily, pressing my fingers over my eyes. If she wouldn't freak out about that gossip, then I was screwed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Edward sitting down across from me. He was carrying a book, instantly acting engrossed in it, not looking up at anyone. Jasper came over, thankfully grabbing Alice's attention for the moment. I tried hard not to look at Edward's face, to look anywhere but him. But my eyes kept on going back over to him, watching the way his eyes would move back and forth as he read.

"Edward, what happened to your hands?"

Alice's voice brought me back to reality, making me sit up and look down at his hands.

He brought the sleeves of his sweatshirt over his knuckles, barely looking at Alice. But I noticed it in enough time. He had fresh scabs on his two middle knuckles, with scratches all around them.

"Edward," she demanded. "Look at me."

He lifted his eyes at her with a deep sigh. "What?"

"I asked you what the hell happened to your hands?"

"I don't have to tell you anything," he stated coldly, looking back at his book.

"I'm your sister, I think I deserve an explanation. Are you OK?"

He didn't answer her. He rolled his eyes in her direction and glanced over to me before looking back down.

"Not going to eat, Bella?" he asked, solemn and his jaw tense.

My mouth fell open and I quickly shut it, surprised he was actually speaking to me in front everyone. Everyone at the table that had now stopped talking and started to watch the three of us.

"Edward," Alice demanded in a raised voice. "What the hell is going on?"

"I'm asking Bella a question here, if you don't mind."

"Yes, I do mind, I asked you a question first. And, what the hell does that have to do with anything?" He was starting to really get to Alice. She wasn't used to not knowing things and now she had two things that she had no clue about. It's a good thing her emotions were getting the best of her or she would have put it all together.

He looked up from his book, right into my eyes. "If Bella answers me then I'll answer you," he said with a small smirk spreading across his lips.

"Fine! Bella answer him," she said, elbowing me in the ribs.

He placed his arms on the table, folding his hands in front of his chest. His eyes were intense as he stared at me, causing my face to heat up under his gaze.

"Um...no," I mumbled out, looking down at my hands.

"Why not?"

Jesus, this was getting weird. I couldn't handle him looking at me like this, especially in front of everyone else.

"Not hungry?" I said meekly, like a question.

"Look at me," he challenged.

I lifted my eyes slowly up at him, trying to signal him with my eyes to quit. But he pressed on, staring me down, like he did that day in the car. It caused my face to heat up even more, forcing thoughts of our time together to run around in my head.

"OK, that's enough. Now answer me! What happened?" Alice pressed on, interrupting us.

Edward winked at me and stood up. He grabbed his book and quietly left the table, leaving me gaping after him, confused.

"Hey! Get back here!" Alice screamed out after him.

He kept walking in long strides, his back muscles twitching and tense under his sweatshirt.

"What the fuck was that?" Alice asked in a squeaking tone, looking over at me.

"Don't know," I mumbled out, still looking at him as he walked out of the cafeteria doors.

***

I walked into Biology class, anxious to be able to finally talk to him. I needed to find out if he was actually the reason why Mike's face had been rearranged and bruised. I looked over at Mike, who was sitting at his lab table, his head hung down.

I rushed over to sit next to Edward, who wasn't looking up either. He had his face in the same book, not paying any attention to me. I hung my backpack on the back of my chair and got my notebook and Biology book out, looking at him the whole time. As I sat down next to him, I took in a deep breath to prepare myself for asking him. But right as I opened my mouth, our teacher came in, telling everyone to stop talking and get ready for class.

He still kept his focus on his book, never raising his eyes. I struggled to listen to the teacher and watch him as he wrote on the chalkboard. But my thoughts always came to Edward, watching him out of my peripheral vision. I felt so tense sitting next to him, without him paying any attention to me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I discreetly pulled it out right as our teacher turned around to the chalkboard. I opened it up under the table, noticing that Edward was looking at me. His attention finally pried away from his book and trying to read what was on my phone.

This isn't over, despite ur "buddy's" little act this morning.

I looked up at Mike, who's focus was on the teacher. He was trying to hide his anger, his shoulders tense and trying to hide his blackened eye. I felt Edward nudge me with his knee under the table as I tried to put my phone back in my pocket.

I shook my head over at Edward. His jaw became tighter as he glared at the side of Mike's head. He slammed his book down on the table right as the bell rung to end class. I quickly looked over at our teacher, hoping that he didn't notice. Within that split second of looking away, Edward was gone, slipping out the door before anyone even stood up to leave.

I peered over at Mike. He stood up, narrowing his eyes at me before heading out the door.

I guess this just explained it all.

***

Alice dropped me off at my house, talking non-stop about Edward. I sat silent, nodding my head when she looked over at me, giving no answers. He was gone before we had reached her car, leaving her no room for her questioning, infuriating her even more.

When we reached my house, I practically jumped out of the car, claiming I had too much homework to do.

When I got inside, I peeled off my bag and shoes, grateful for the silence and being alone. I laid down on the couch, with my arm over my eyes, willing any thoughts to go away. I just needed a moment of silence and not thinking for once. Everything had just become too complicated, too confusing.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a knock at the door. I laid on the couch, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the knocking was persistent, pounding on the door every 5 seconds.

I dragged my feet to the door, feeling too exhausted by the whole day. I opened it to find Edward standing there, his fist in the air as he was about to knock again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked. He has never been over to my house before.

He pushed his way past me and through the door. "We're going somewhere."

"Um, what?"

"Come on," he demanded, motioning with his hands to hurry. "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"You'll see," he said, trying to hide a smile.

I motioned towards the door. "Dad will be home in like 3 hours."

"So," he sighed out. "Write him a note. Say you're at the library or something."

"Library?" I asked him with my eyebrows raised.

"Yeah! Shit, you're smart. It's believable."

I laughed at him as he paced the floor. "Yeah, you should try it some time."

He stopped in front of me, leaning over to place his mouth right next to my ear.

"I'd rather try you," he whispered before pressing his body against mine, rubbing small circles on my lower back. "Go put on a skirt and meet me in the car."

My body reacted before my mind could ever answer for myself. I never let people order me around like that, to make me do things. But with Edward, I found myself instantly affected by him.

I ran upstairs, changing into a skirt, skimping on the underwear. I grabbed a sweater off of a hanger, realizing how idiotic it was to have to wear a sweater but still putting on a skirt.

I quickly scrawled out a note to my dad, hoping it was believable. My mind was so screwed up at this moment, wanting to yell at him and demand to know what his problem was. But how could I deny him? My body reacted on impulse, my need to be near him growing and undeniable.

I ran out to the car as fast as I could, to avoid freezing. When I reached the car, he already had the heat blasted so I could warm up.

"So," I breathed out while draping my sweater over my knees. "Where are we going to?"

He smiled his crooked smile. "Surprises, surprises. Quit asking questions and just go with it for once."

"You're asking a lot from me, you know?" I cringed.

"Yeah, it's OK," he laughed.

We drove for a couple of minutes while I closed my eyes and enjoyed just being in his presence in comfortable silence. My mind still reeled with the thought of everything this week, but my body still hummed with the nearness of him.

"Open your eyes," he said quietly.

I opened them, peeking through only one eye at first. "The forest, how...different."

He laughed again, showing the smile that few people ever get to see. "Yes, it's the forest. But, something different this time."

He jumped out of the car and walked around to the trunk. I watched him in the review mirror, waiting.

He came back around, after shutting the trunk and reached in the car to turn on the radio, playing Deftones.

"Come on" he nodded to the back of the car.

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to hide a smile, and followed him outside of the car.

"Sit up on the car," he said, patting the trunk and helping me up with his other hand.

I shivered when the cold metal pressed against my thighs and he bent down to retrieve a blanket and lay it across my lap. He grabbed another small blanket and laid it on the car, followed by various types of food.

"A picnic?" I asked, skeptical.

"Yeah," he shrugged, looking sheepish.

I watched him as he laid out sandwiches and fruit. Stared at every twitch of his face as he brought out little boxes of fruit juice.

"Really? Juice boxes?" I laughed.

His eyes fell for a moment, a brief look of embarrassment passing his face.

"Shit! Sorry. I think it's cute," I blurted out at his reaction. I reached over and rested my palm on his cheek.

"It's sweet," I smiled at him. "Thank you."

He bent down and grabbed one more blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders to warm up. He handed me the bowl of fruit, watching my mouth closely as I ate chopped up strawberries and grapes.

"You look sexy when you eat," he said softly, settling himself between my knees.

My cheeks flushed at the thought that he always watched me eat. Another thing to make me feel self conscious about.

We ate in silence for awhile, our bodies close together, the air warming up in the foot of space between us. He was leaning against my right knee, looking over my shoulder. His face seemed calm, yet slightly pensive. I took this opportunity of quietness to finally ask what I've been wanting to know.

"So," I started, hesitating as he drew his eyes to mine. "Why did you beat up Mike?"

His eyes dilated and he became tense, making me almost regret ever asking.

His voice was stern, almost menacing. "I had to do something. His hands were not going to touch you. Ever. I'll break them before they do."

"Edward," I sighed out, looking to the darkening sky. "You can't go around beating up every guy who asks me out. It's going to happen."

He set down his food and lifted his finger to my chin, pulling my focus to him. "And will you say yes?"

"To what?" I choked out, reaction to his sudden seriousness.

"To all of the other assholes in this town who will chase you around. Will you say yes one day?"

I stared at him, lost and conflicted. Would I say yes? The thought almost pained me, tore at my insides at it not being him. When would I say yes? When would I let this go? And, would I be OK the day that he decides to let this go? The day that he finds someone else better than me. Someone who is more graceful and beautiful.

We stared at each other, him with intensity and me taken aback, fear spreading throughout my body. Without taking his eyes off of me, he reached over and knocked the bowl of fruit out of my hand. I watched as it bounced off the bumper and scattered food all over the ground.

His hands came to my cheeks, pulling me to him again. His eyes searched my face, narrowed and penetrating. His vision settled on my lips, leaning closer, breathing heavily from his nose.

His lips barely grazed mine, a breath of a kiss. He lifted his eyes to mine, locked me in a stare as he kissed me again, harder. I sunk into the kiss, sighing as the intensity grew and his hands became more forceful.

He kept one hand on my cheek, wrapping his long fingers from his other hand around the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and pressed harder, willing him to match me. To push harder in return and take over. My body already felt heated against the chilly air, my nerves on end, wanting him to touch any exposed area.

I was already panting into his mouth as he slipped his tongue across mine. Just the thought of what might come had me waiting impatiently. The need to feel him against me urgent, all other thoughts to fade away.

He left my mouth with one soft bite to my lip, trailing more bites down my jaw to the side of my neck. His breath warmed my skin, leaving a cold remembrance whenever he moved somewhere else.

His mouth hovered over my shirt above my collarbone for a moment before he bit down, my bone in between his teeth. I withdrew my hands from the trunk of the car and and grabbed the hair at the base of his neck. Not bothering to hide the deep moan from escaping my lips as my head tilted back.

He pressed his body firmer against me, sliding his hand down to my back as he pushed me down on the car. I laid down, ignoring the coldness that seeped through the back of my shirt as his mouth moved further down.

He bit down through my bra, the sharpness of his teeth hindered by the thickness of fabric, yet still causing a twinge of pleasure to shoot through me. He went further down, the tips of his fingers touching me at the hem of my shirt. The coldness of his fingertips causing me to moan louder and grip his head harder. His tongue instantly warmed where his fingers lead as he pushed my shirt up higher, trailing bites and kisses.

He stopped when his mouth met the under wire of my bra and slowly stood back up. I opened up my eyes to find him hovering over me, staring at my face.

"Don't stop," I whispered, my breath almost seen against the chilly air.

"I'm just getting started," he said, reaching down to unbutton his pants.

I sat up, pushing his hands away to take over. The zipper made a small sound against our heavy breaths as I pulled it down. I placed my hand against his growing erection, causing him to moan with the friction.

I left feather light touches across the hem of his boxer shorts, moving back and forth between each hip. He kept pushing closer, signaling for me to touch harder. I blindly felt over his underwear as I grabbed the back of his head with my other hand, pulling him down to kiss me. His lips were frantic against mine, causing me to not want to wait any longer. I needed him now. Every part of my body screamed to have him inside of me.

I reached in through the opening of his underwear, taking out his erection. He reached under the blanket, moving it up to my hips. His fingers felt cold against my heated thighs as he dug his nails into my skin, scooting me closer to the edge.

He watched my face, his eyes moving back and forth between my eyes and mouth with an intense stare. I placed each of my hands on his shoulders, bracing myself, eager to have him.

He guided himself closer to me, the tip grazing my clit as he grinded up against me. Just as I jerked his head to me, capturing his lip in between my teeth, he thrust inside of me. His hips slapped up against my thighs as I raised my legs to wrap them around his jean covered thighs.

His eyes stayed on mine as he pulled back and thrust into me again, causing us both to scream out. He moved his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly up and forward, to get a better angle. I placed my elbows on his shoulders, embedding my fingers through his hair on the top of his head. His fingers pressed into my skin, through the blanket and my skirt, pushing me harder into him with more momentum.

We watched each other, our eyes never faltering or closing. His face was almost scrunched up with the effort of his movements, but the pleasure he felt was evident.

With each movement of hips, his skin brushed up against my clit, making me a lot closer then I thought I would be so soon.

He saw the need to hold off in my eyes, my struggle to want him to stay close to me. "It's OK," he breathed out across my face. "I'm not going anywhere. Quit thinking for once and let go."

His movements became faster as he dropped his forehead to my shoulder. I closed my eyes against the darkening night and gave in to the feeling of his body moving with mine. I was always thinking of something, worried about something or too concentrated on him and if he enjoyed it. I had never just fully given up and enjoyed it. I always had this wall up, something to let me enjoy it, but still be distant.

I wrapped my arms over his shoulders, placing my hands across his back. I shoved all thoughts away, concentrating on how he felt. How his back muscles tensed with every push of his hands into my ass. How his breath warmed up my shirt, making it moist. How he sounded with every little grunt or moan when he pushed all the way inside of me. His heart beating against my chest, frantic and rushed with the effort of our movements.

I felt a warmness growing inside of me, a tightness in my chest at sudden emotions. I tried to ignore it, to only focus on the physical. But the feeling consumed, engulfed me, heightening all of the physical pleasure. My eyes stung behind my lids as tears threatened to surface. I clutched onto his back, fingernails digging through his shirt, as I tried to make the tears subside. Everything was intensified, the desire to feel him, the sudden passion felt between us. This was unlike any other time. I didn't know if it was because I had finally, completely, let go or if he felt it too.

"Are you close?" he panted out across my shirt.

I nodded my head, unable to speak.

He moved even faster, pushing me near the edge. The tightness grew within my stomach, gripping my chest, and I gasped out loud, pulling the cold air deep into my lungs. As I felt myself tighten around him, feeling him contracting within me, a single tear slipped out from my eyelid. I shut my eyes even tighter, fighting anymore from breaking through.

We held each other tightly as our hearts slowly went back to normal pace, out breathing starting to even out. I continued to press my hands against his back, grasping onto his shirt. I was trying to will the tightness to go away, but the sudden emotions were making me shaky, causing me to start to freak out. I didn't understand where they had come from or why they ever surfaced. Why now? Why at all?

His lifted his arms to press me harder against him, with him still inside of me, but nothing sexual about it. He placed his chin on my shoulder, breathing with me, becoming as one. I had to fight off the tears from shedding even harder, desperately trying to hold it all back, to not have him see me cry.

Against my tightly shut eyelids, I saw visions of red and blue. A light seeping in, much like when the sun shines and you try to block it out. I sniffed, despite my efforts of hiding how I felt and clung to him tighter.

The lights grew and I opened my eyes to find the source, as I heard something headed our way.

What I saw stopped my heart completely, fear making a shock of pins and needles to surge throughout my body, intensifying in my fingers and toes.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled. "Fuck! Fuck!"

I tried to place my hands against his chest to push him away, but my fear made my hands not function right. I was a flailing mess of nerves by this point.

He clung to me harder. "Bella? What's wrong?"

"Fucking move!" I cried out, tears now finally streaming down my face.

"Freeze right there," I heard spoken over a loudspeaker.

I fucking knew that voice, I couldn't mistake it if I tried.

Edward lifted off of me, his wide eyes meeting mine in horror.

"Oh shit!" he whispered out.

I could say nothing, only stare into his face as sobs took over my body and I shook in front of him.

I heard a door slam as Edward tried to discreetly put himself back in his pants. The blanket that was around his shoulders had fallen on the ground in the middle of us having sex, taking away any sense of cover we could have had.

I looked over his shoulder as he tried to zip himself back up, frozen and panicked.

"What are you guys doing out..." The booming voice stopped, along with his feet. "Bella?"

Edward's eyes shot to mine and I looked up at him. "Oh shit. It's your dad?" he asked, a heavy look of dread written across his face.

I nodded again, biting my lip as more tears fell down my cheeks, dripping off of my chin.

He placed a hand against my cheek and another on my chest. "Shit. I'm so sorry, Bella."

"What the fuck are you doing out here, Bella? You're supposed to be at home."

I heard my dad's voice from behind Edward, his footsteps making sound against the gravel as he came closer to us.

Edward placed his cheek against my tear soaked one and whispered in my ear. "I'm so sorry."


See...some things were like the first time they were together. Only now turning sweeter :)

Something is up. I keep getting sick before I have to write a new chap for this. Was sick on chap 2 and now again. Review and tell me if I suck at writing while sick? lol Cause I fear it's not good when I'm all feverish and can't think straight.

Off to watch NM, despite the fever and sniffles. How can I not go watch it??

Happy New Moon day everyone!

Oh--the reason why they always have sex in a car? The song is about sex in a car. haha Some people argue that it's about other things, along with many Deftones songs. But, to me, it's all about hot sex in a car :)