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EPOV

"So… how long you plan on sitting there?" Emmett asked sitting down next to me.

I looked up from the book Alice had brought me to read. "Why?"

"Well, I figure it's Friday, so if you wanted to sleep over…" Emmett trailed off as we heard muffled screaming from Isabella's room.

"Bloody hell! This weekend is fucked!"

She was trying to be quiet, but it wasn't working. Emmett started laughing.

I rapped my knuckles on the door. "Eleven Isabella…"

"Shit!"

"Twelve."

"You no good fu-da-as-bl-ARGH!!"

I joined Emmett in laughing as Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper joined us.

"What's so funny?" Rosalie asked looking at Emmett and I as if we'd grown two more heads.

"Fu-da-as-bl-ARGH!" Emmett got out between his laughter.

"Care to explain?" Jasper sat down, pulling Alice into his lap.

"Isabella's mad at Edward. That was her not swearing." Emmett grinned, his laughter under control. "Edward's spending the weekend sleeping right here in front of her door."

"Thanks Emmett."

"We all will!" Alice perked up. "This will be so much fun!"

"You think she'll stay in there all weekend?" Rose asked, sitting down in Emmett's lap.

"Well, she's got a bathroom in there, but she'll want food at some point." Emmett shrugged.

BPOV

Four effin hours! I'd been trapped in here for four hours. They weren't going anywhere. I'd heard them start a game of Monopoly an hour ago. They were still playing.

They were going to stick around and make a bloody sleepover of it to boot! Bloody hell.

Sighing, I flopped down on my bed as my stomach growled. Dinner had come and gone. I'd eaten the apple and I was thirsty. Gah! This was going to be a horrible weekend.

And why? Because I was too much of a coward to leave the room because some guy would kiss me. Some sexy, sex-tousled bronze hair, green-eyed, muscle of a guy. Just admit it Isabella, you've been attracted to him since you first saw him. Why are you doing this?

Right. Because I've been hurt before. Because I've been fucked over. Because some nameless people crushed my heart. I was terrified of being hurt.

I rolled onto my stomach, putting my head into the pillow. The thought of opening myself up and be pushed away scared me shitless.

The ringing of my cell phone interrupted my musings.

"'Ey?" I answered, after getting up and grabbing the cell.

"'Ey! It's Isa-bel-la!" James voice sounded in my ear.

"'Ey James." I smiled. James would cheer me up.

"What ya bloody doin' chick-a-dee?" He said, slurring a little. Great. He was drunk. He wasn't going to be cheering me up. I highly doubted the phone conversation would last for long either. Drunk James had a very, very short attention span. When he was really drunk and tried to call someone, he'd lose interest before they even picked up the phone.

"Not much. Are you bl-drunk?" I grimaced at my almost slip up. I already had twelve kisses coming my way. No need to add more.

"Maybe. What's it to ya?"

"Nuttin."

"'Ey! You ain't bloody swearin'! Where's the damn fun in that? Someone fuckin' with ya?" He could be rather perceptive though, drunk or not.

"No. I…it's nuttin' big, James." Thankfully he was too drunk to notice my dull voice. That would have created a whole new line of questioning that I didn't want to get into. Yea, some guy is trying to get me to stop swearing, so every time I do he kisses me. I'm cowering in my room as we speak. Right. That would go over so well.

"Ah hell! I'm getting' bloody laid!" With that parting comment, James hung up. I looked at the phone for a minute before shrugging. Typical James behavior. Wonder if he was sober enough to even get it up? I'd have to call and ask tomorrow.

2 Hours Later

Six hours and four games of Monopoly later…Yep, you guessed it. I'm still stuck in my room, listening to my stomach growl at varying intervals. I was starving! Swallow pride for food or starve all weekend?

Pride.

Hunger.

Pride.

Hunger.

I'll decide the scientific way. Pulling out a piece of paper, I tore it in two and wrote Pride on one piece and Hunger on the other. Setting them right next to each other, I started my so very scientific method.

"Eeny (pride) meeny (hunger) miny (pride) moe (hunger) catch (pride) a (hunger) tiger (pride) by (hunger) the (pride) toe (hunger) if (pride) he (hunger) hollers (pride) make (hunger) him (pride) pay (hunger) fifty (pride) dollars (hunger) every (pride) day (hunger)."

Hunger. Hunger wins. A good thing, too. I wasn't sure if I could've made it the weekend not eating. If my window had a tree next to it, I would've tried sneaking down, but it didn't.

Sighing, I took out another piece of paper. Time to face the music. Terms of surrender. I quickly wrote 'I'm hungry' down before folding it and slipping it under the door.

I sat down against the wall with a pen and writing surface waiting for a response. It didn't come immediately. It sounded as if someone had run off, probably getting a pen, before a reply was slipped under the door.

So?

I'd like food.

And I'm supposed to do what?

He was enjoying this, the dipshit. He was going to make me spell it out and probably enjoy every moment of my humiliation.

Terms of my temporary release to feed?

I heard him start laughing before the others did as well. They were probably reading the note as well. Damn them. But, I was hungry! I could survive this. Food. Think food.

You're not a prisoner you know.

No sh-duh Sherlock. Your terms?

Almost had you for thirteen.

Gah!! He was so bloody irritating. I just wanted food! That was it. I wanted to eat and here he was joking around at my expense. I wish I could kick his balls.

Twelve's more than enough. Note sarcasm. Your terms?

Ah…I like you too. Kiss for a trip downstairs and kiss for a trip back upstairs.

Well…that didn't seem too bad. It would get rid of two kisses. Still left ten, though. I wasn't happy to get rid of any of them and I wasn't happy to have any of them. Make up your mind Isabella.

What choice did I have though? Stay in here and starve? He said he was going to kiss me at some point. It didn't matter where we were. He'd get his twelve. Two kisses it was then.

Standing I set aside my writing utensils and went to my closet, pulling out a bag to put some food in for hopefully the rest of the weekend. If not, at least to get me through a good majority of tomorrow. I didn't want to have to leave the room any sooner then I absolutely had to.

Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door, opening it. Edward stood leaning against the wall next to the door, eyebrow raised. Everybody else was still sitting on the floor around their Monopoly game watching me.

I glared at Edward. I wasn't thrilled…bloody hell. I was thrilled about this. Very thrilled. I wanted to kiss him back. Why did all this have to be so confusing? I just didn't want to deal with any of this, so I was trying to deny it. Don't admit to anything and everything will go away, right? Wrong.

If I openly admitted it, I would be opening myself up to him and heartache. What if I did do that and he threw me away, just having wanted to get in my pants? I knew heartache was part of life, but I'd been broken before and I didn't want it to happen again. Especially when I actually liked the guy.

"Yes?" He drawled.

Sighing, yet again, I answered. "I agree."

"Agree to what?"

"Your terms." I hissed. He was purposely doing this. I just knew it. Before I could say anything else though, his lips came crashing down on mine. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, squeezing slightly. Not enough to really hurt, but enough that I could feel it. Probably translated to don't move or hurt me.

I fisted my hands at my sides, trying to stand still. My body wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. Feel him push me against a wall again and take charge. I wanted to feel him against me, dominating me. Geez, it had to be illegal to have lips as hot and demanding and dominating as his. Don't go there.

It seemed like forever later that he finally pulled away from me, smirking. My breathing wasn't even and he'd probably…probably, who was I kidding, had noticed it. Of course he'd be smirking.

Without looking at him again, or any of the others, I carefully made my way around the Monopoly game and went downstairs.

EPOV

"Well, for being here a week, she either likes you or is at least attracted to you." Emmett commented, watching Isabella head downstairs. I nodded my agreement, following her.

She was sitting at the table with two sandwiches, some chips, and a glass of soda in front of her. I sat down across from her. She looked up briefly before returning her attention to the food.

I waited until she'd finished the first sandwich before speaking. "You know, you could get all the kisses done and over with now."

"And why the bl…why in the world would I do that?" She snipped at me, taking a drink of her soda.

"I'll make you a deal. Kiss me now for a determined length of my choosing or…"

She interrupted me. "In your bloody dreams!"

I raised an eyebrow watching realization dawn on her face. She was already down here, so I stood slowly and walked around the table to her, slowly bending down before crushing my lips to hers. A small whimper escaped her as I pulled away before continuing my train of thought.

"Or, I can randomly take the rest of the kisses at times of my choosing."

Please agree. Please agree. I was thoroughly enjoying this and didn't want it to stop. I was attracted to her, very much so and if I had to take cheap shots to act on it, fine. Considering how she was acting, if I didn't take the shots, nothing would probably ever get anyway. And she was enjoying it on some level I was sure. I didn't get what was so terrible about getting kissed though? What had happened to her?

She was eating her second sandwich and appeared to be thinking. I snagged a few chips earning a glare. I smiled back. She was damn sexy all riled up. it was very tempting to kiss the glare off her face.

BPOV

All at once or random? All at once would be nice, but it was a length of his choosing. I wasn't keen on that. It also meant that he wouldn't kiss me anymore unless I swore. I didn't just think that did I? I did. Bloody hell. I liked him kissing me and didn't really want it to stop.

"Why are you doing this?" I inquired polishing off my sandwich.

"Alice is my friend. She's trying to be your friend and what you did was unacceptable." I could hear the irritation in his voice over my actions and the…love he had for his friend. They were all tight knit. You could hear it in their voices when they spoke and I knew I could never be part of it. "We don't care about your 'sob story' as you put it."

I looked at him skeptically. Did they truly want to be my friends? The only true friend I'd ever had was James. I'd had a few girlfriends, but they'd used me and dumped me.

"I swear." He told me. "We just want to be friends."

"Fine. Random." I muttered under my breath.

"What?" He leaned down.

I looked over to the side, glaring at the table. I was irritated at him, at myself, at the world. And, I was lonely. I'd never admitted that to James. But, I was lonely and the idea of friends really appealed to me. "The kisses. Random."

Something to look forward to. And, who was I kidding? I just really wanted to kiss him. Maybe I should start swearing more. Bloody hell. Why did I feel screwed?