Thank you all for the really nice reviews, they really motivate me to write. I've just had a big Law exam yesterday and I was waiting for today so I could write this little piece and get it up for you guys.

In the books, I don't think we got to see the human side of Bella in terms of her emotions and possibly hormones. Teenage girls feel more than just love and fear for their safety which I will definitely be trying to address in this story. I mean the most human we got to see was her tripping over and to be honest, that was more annoying and unrealistic than human. Like, no one falls over that much.

Anyways, rant over…Enjoy :)

I look down at the note on my table and seriously contemplate if I can ignore it and just pretend like I never saw it. The answer is obvious but hey, a girl can dream. I don't have the nerve to look back up at Jessica because I'm almost certain she's still staring at me as if we aren't in a class full of thirty odd people. Cautious, I open up the note with the end of my pen, as if it's some sort of deadly weapon, and instantly recognise Jessica's chicken scrawl.

OMG! What the hell was that? you 2 looked like you were about to suck face in the hall! TELL ME EVERYTHING BELLA

I couldn't help but give a small but contained giggle at her note. Blunt as it was, her unintentional pun about wanting to suck face reminded me of Mike confronting me about how Edward looked like he wanted to eat me. That just makes my giggle that much louder but luckily not loud enough to draw Mr. Banner's attention. I stop laughing at my own little inside joke before anyone thinks I've lost my mind and focus on the real issue, my reply.

I realised that I didn't want to be honest about how intimate and honest our weekend had been. I didn't want to share how I had met his family and instantly felt more at ease with them then any human in my entire life. Most importantly, I didn't want to talk about how Edward and my relationship had developed. It felt too personal, too pure, to talk about it in the physical or romantic sense. If anything, I felt that I had stumbled my way into the life I always should've had...with Edward. I wanted to keep him for myself just a little longer, as if he were my own custard pudding that I secretly took bites out of before everyone realised how much I loved the thing and constantly prodded me about it. But in reality, I knew I couldn't lie to her and I shouldn't have to either. It is what it is. I sigh inwardly before debating my and proceeding.

Me and Edward and dating.

There. I wrote it. In pen. There's no going back now, no erasing or scribbling out. It felt nice to see the words written down, like it had felt nice calling him my boyfriend for the first time. Another first that I was experiencing with him. Before I can change my mind, I swiftly fold up the note and toss it onto her desk. Definitely no turning back now.

I can't help but watch her reaction from my peripheral. She takes the notes almost instantly and opens it up with the same vigour, and the surprise is clear as day on her face. Her mouth opens a touch wider and her eyes bulge out of her face and she turns her entire body towards me with the same expression. I can see people around us giving us curious looks. I wave her of with my right arm and hiss at her to settle into her desk before we both get into trouble. She follows my direction and composes herself after a moment or at least tries to, her eyes are still far too wide and her face red with adrenaline. She scribbles away at the note again and tosses it back without looking.

HOW? WHEN? WHERE? GIVE ME DETAILS ISABELLA

I had to contemplate how much I wanted to tell her because I'm sure that by lunchtime, the whole school is going to be gossiping about us, even more so than before. I knew that I wasn't going to tell her, or anyone, about the meadow. I had decided that the meadow was our own secret place. I also didn't want to tell her about meeting the Cullen's but I don't see the harm in it. If anything, I think it'll help their cover more seeing as how no one has ever been to their house which added to peoples fear and gossip. So, deciding to go with the bare minimum but stick as closely to the truth as possible, I write back simply.

We just spent some time together on Saturday and yesterday, and I met his family. It's nothing terribly exciting. We should really focus on class, Mr. Banner's going to catch on soon.

I tack on the last sentence to hopefully end this conversation here because I really don't want to discuss this without speaking to Edward about what we want to tell people first. And I have a gnawing feeling that she's about to start asking about our…intimacy any second. That is something I'm not comfortable sharing, with anyone. Intimacy reminds of the last two nights spend with Edward in my room, sleeping in his arms. In those moments, I feel so at ease and so serene that I often feel as though I am dreaming and he can't possibly be real. He couldn't possibly be mine.

But he is.

I get caught up in thinking about Edward and miss Jessica's reaction, although I can guess, and find the note back on my desk.

WOW, you've met his fam already? Must be serious…You're right, let's talk later. This convo requires squealing and all the dirty details! I wanna know everything you two did this weekend, and I'm sure I can guess what ;)

I feel so human reading her note. So much like a teenager, when my mind gives the chemical reaction any other humans would have. I picture it. We would be on my small double bed, like any other night but instead of Edward lying on top of my covers, he was under them with me his arms. Neither of us had our clothes on but our embrace was tight. His body would cover mine, the coolness of his body regulating the ridiculously hot blush traveling far down below my chest. His cold arms would be around my exposed waist, pulling me flush against his hard chest with ease. I stop myself before my mind can conjure up any more, I don't need to picture the impossible. The acts that Edward has already warned me we would never be able to partake in for fear of him losing control over of inhuman strength. I blush hard though, almost like the me from my imagination, so much so that my entire face burns from the heat of my blood rushing. I was so lost in this jumble of emotions that I simply crumple the note in my hand, not bothering to write anything back and just drop my hair around me to form a small curtain until my face cools down a little.

Luckily, Jessica didn't bother me with attempted conversation after that for the rest of the period and I was both anxious and nervous to see Edward. Anxious because I don't like being away from him for long but also nervous because, even though I can't control it, I feel like the imagine that my mind has already produced will pop right back up when I see him. I know the excitement to see him again will win over any other emotion but I don't want to be a blushing fool in front him and tempt him more when he is already having such a hard time controlling himself.

Not long after, the bell rings. I place my notebook and pen into my simple backpack so quickly that even I'm impressed that I'm the first one out. Knowing my luck, I hear Jessica call after me right as I reach the door and as much as I would love to continue walking, I don't want to be rude.

"Bella, wait up!" She catches up to me at the door and starts rambling before I can tell her that Edward should be here any second to walk with me.

"Let's walk to your next class, I have SO much to ask you! Bella and Edward-Freaking-Cullen…" Her voice dwindles to a murmur by the end as we had walked into the hallway at this point, and there stood Edward. Leaning against the wall with his hand in his pocket, I could see the corner of his mouth turned up just slightly in an amused expression. He had one leg propped up against the wall and looks up at us as if he hadn't heard us already. He puts out his hand in a silent greeting and I walk the few steps toward him, sliding my hand into his. He doesn't say anything and pushes of from the wall with a smirk in place and heads in Jessica's direction, he says, "I don't think that will be possible today, I did promise to walk her today."

She, like an hour earlier, is a blubbering mess and I would feel sorry for her but the memories of last period come back to me and….

It was a moment of epiphany for me then.

If I'm having memories of the last period, I'm sure Jessica is too. If her note triggered such an imagination from me, she must've had the same track of thought. She even saw how red my face went after reading her note.

Edward can't read my mind but he can read Jessica's.

His amused expression, speaking to Jessica, his smirk. The realisation hits me; He was listening to our conversation.

Please Review and let me know if there's anyone in specific you want Bella to communicate with or talk to. I know Alice is definitely going to be involved soon but if you guys have suggestions or feedback, do let me know :)