Okay, so everyone wanted Edward's POV. I personally still wanted Bella's because that's how I like it, but majority rules. Enjoy!

(Edward's POV)

After I dropped Bella in her bed when she fell asleep at breakfast, I gazed at her for a little while. Okay, maybe a long while. And maybe I felt her up a little while she was sleeping....

BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!!

The point is that I wanted Bella to see the new me. I'm not the only one who noticed, and I think just about every girl in my freshman class noticed me that year. But I didn't go out with any of them.

Stinking Bella.

She haunted me every summer after 8th grade. Every word, every touch, every look.

It's all lodged in my brain.

Believe me, I've tried everything. From literally attempting to download it into my computer(Jasper's idea, never taking advice from him again), concussions(Emmett. Why did I listen to him?), etc.

She was the love of my life.

But I didn't know it then. I was in high school. I wasn't supposed to know my love. I just wanted her to be jealous of all the girls swarming to me like flies, and suck it.

But I ended up being the one jealous. I was sure she could see it in my eyes when she told me about her boyfriend and crush. "Jacob Black." Pssh. What kind of a dumb name is that? It's so redneck. "Edward Cullen" is more elegant.

I was vain like that.

When I saw her leave in Alice's pink Jeep, which I had always thought was weird, I mentally slapped myself for not inviting one of my friends over, preferably a girl. Jealous Bella was always funny. Dare I say cute? Especially in third grade, when I wanted to see her jealous side and, for once, wouldn't share my crayons.

She got so red she looked like a tomato.

Emmett came, threw me over his shoulder and dumped me in the stool beside Delia, our new cow.

I hated Delia.

She would kick, then she would bite, then she would aim for the areas that men shouldn't be aimed at.

I'm still not sure whether or not I'll be called "Daddy" anytime when I grow up.

I eventually forgot about Bella as I wrestled with Delia. I finally got some milk out of her and ran like crazy out of her stall before she could give me any more hospital-inducing bruises.

Stephan was walking out of the house. "Hey, Edward. Where's Bella?"

"She left with Alice. Why?"

"Because there are ants crawling around her room."

I shoved the milk at him.

"Take this inside."

I dashed up the stairs and opened her door.

No ants.

Ah, the sweet evil-ness of my second favorite Swan. Not that I would tell him that he was my second favorite. Then I heard footsteps.

Dashing behind her fluffy blue armchair in the back of the bedroom, I saw her enter, looking utterly tired. Shutting her door and locking it, I began to realize that we were the only ones in her room. And she didn't know it. Which made the situation even more exciting. I began to shift my legs to avoid the blood that was rushing to a certain area.

She walked over the drawer that was so dangerously close to where I was and picked out some underwear. It was so juvenile that I had to hold myself to keep from laughing. Then I stopped when I saw her strip.

Now I was the one prancing.

Prancing down the halls to my room with a hard-on.

I was never going to live through this vacation.

Ah, the sweet smuttiness of stripping. Hope you liked!! Review review review!!!