Disclaimer: Characters belong to Stephanie Myers. Plot line is mine.

Bella's Point of View

"We leave for Washington tomorrow," Alice said a bit bitterly. She was anything but excited about going home, like many of us. New York was an entirely different place, and seemingly a different planet. "Esme booked us a flight back a week before summer ends. She want's to let us go school shopping, and get Edward settled in." She said shrugging her shoulders.

I gave a slight smile at Edward's name for the first time in my life. We said fucking, was a one time thing. We said it wasn't going to happen again. We said it was a mistake, but we kept making the same mistake over and over again. Honestly it wasn't such a bad deal, he was good in bed. After the fifth time we decided to keep things real, it was just going to keep happening. I mean, it helped us get along at least slightly better.

"We'll come back," I promised Alice. For once I wasn't lying to her to keep her happy. I was serious, strangely enough, I loved New York. I could see Alice and I going to NYU, probably rooming together, having sucky part time jobs. For once we would be normal kids.

"You can take New York away from the girl, but you can never take New York out of the girl," Alice announced slinging her arm around my shoulder. "You and Edward seem to be getting along better," she noted raising a slight eyebrow handing me a soda pop. "Maybe this trip was good for you two." She had no idea, just how good it was.

"He's still an ass," I said honestly giving a smile as he walked into the room. After that first night together, the only thoughts that came to mind when he was around, were his lips pressed to mine. I wanted to feel him against me. Every time he would speak I would want to shut him up and take control.

Edward was turning me into a sex addict. Something I was strangely okay with.

"I've got to get a shower. Rosalie and Emmett are coming home in about an hour, and then we're all going out to dinner," she informed us with a smile walking into the bathroom leaving Edward and I alone, for the first time in two days. We weren't stupid about things, we didn't want anyone to know, we didn't do anything until Alice was asleep, or out on the town.

"You know," Edward said finally breaking the silence. "This little arrangements should probably have some rules to it. Since we're going back to Washington and everything," he clarified. Edward was all for having fun, but he had made it perfectly clear, drama was not going to happen.

"Fine by me," I said as he raised an eyebrow.

"First rule: We're fuck buddies. You are not my girlfriend, I am not your boyfriend," Edward shuddered at the words like they were some kind of naughty word. "Second rule: You only get my number for hook ups. Don't call me with your problems," he said tapping his chin looking over to me for ideas.

"Third rule: No sleep overs. We meet up, get off, and leave." Edward shook his head telling me it was a good idea. "Fourth Rule: No feelings. This is physical. You don't fall in love with me, I don't fall in love with you. Fifth rule: This is a secret. No one finds out," I said the last rule looking over to him.

"Fine by me. The last thing I need is Alice jumping down my throat for fucking her best friend."

"Sixth Rule: If you're fucking someone, it's only me. This means no dating other people. If you want to go on a date, or I want to go out on a date, this get's called off," I explained. I was all for having fun, but I wasn't into knowing he was sleeping with a million different girls.

"Bella, I'm going to medical school. I don't need to be juggling girls, along with all the fucking homework I'm going to get," he said a bit begrudgingly. "Seventh Rule: We don't talk about personal things. That leads to feelings," he said making me smile slightly.

"We'll keep making the rules as we go," I said licking my lips slightly. My eyes were trained on his perfectly plump lips. I couldn't think about anything else.

"We're back!" Rosalie basically sang Emmett following close behind her, buried in shopping bags. If Rosalie was good at one thing, it was shopping. Sometimes I think she's worse than Alice, then I remember, no one is worse than Alice when it comes to shopping. At least Rosalie shops for herself, Alice buys things for me, I will never wear. I have a closet full of mini dresses, hooker heels, fishnets, booty shorts. Basically things that screamed, hooker.

"Did you buy the store?" I questioned getting to my feet grabbing a few of the bags from Emmett.

"No," Rosalie said slightly defensive sitting on the couch. "I bought four new outfits, accessories to match," she explained shrugging her shoulders. I placed the bags in Rosalie's room, which was almost all packed by now. Most of the things we brought with us were packed away in our bags. There were only a few stray items left about.

Edward's Point of View

New York was almost over with, we would be heading back home in 24 hours. I didn't expect this summer to change anything, I expected to come to New York, spend one last summer like we normally would, before heading off to college. One thing I didn't plan on was Bella.

We've hated each other since the day I pushed her in the sandbox. I was seven, she was six, she stole my army man, so I pushed her in the sandbox. Because, even back then she was a complete klutz, she didn't catch herself the way most kids would have, and she fell on the edge of the sandbox bleeding from the leg.

Of course, this is how she met Alice. Carlisle rushed over to take care of the injury, he carried a first aid kit almost everywhere he went when we were kids. Alice came over to see what had happened, and they've been best friends ever since. Bella and I, have been enemies ever since.

That was until this trip. Now we're more like fuck buddies.

"Earth to Edward," Alice announced impatiently waving her hands in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts. "Mexican food, or Italian?" She questioned probably not for the first time. She had that classical annoyed Alice face - the one where she narrowed her ice blue eyes, placed her hands on her hips, and had one foot stuck out further than the other.

"Italian," I said simply getting to my feet. "Rule number seven: No dates," I said in a voice no louder than a whisper. In order for what we were doing to work, there needed to be rules. We could have done it the old fashioned way, no rules, no strings attached. The last thing I wanted to do was for Bella to fall in love with me - or worse - for me to fall in love with Bella.

Could you imagine Bella and I together? She represents everything in a women that I hate. She's shy, and get's this annoying blush across her cheeks anytime someone says something remotely dirty to her. She's got this laugh that's too high pitched, and gives me a headache. She's clumsy, to a point of no return. Isabella Swan, pushes my buttons in so many different ways, if I tried to list them all we'd be here all night long.

"That's a given," she whispered back as if a date with me hadn't even crossed her mind.

"Good," I shot back.

A/N: Eventually Edward's Point of View will get longer. Anyways, let me know what you think!(: