Disclaimer: Even though I don't own Twilight, I do own this really LARGE bag of Starbursts…OOOOOH! Can I have one? It depends on my current mood, and what flavor you would like. How about, I put YOU in a better mood, and then you give me a Starburst? Mmm…Delicious, let's go!

Hey ya'll! Wow, sorry, I've been hanging around too many rednecks lately…

All I have to say is, UGH! SCHOOL! BOO! But yeah, this chapter's not terribly short by any means, but shorter than normal. Thank you for joining us once again on our DATE NIGHT! So, tonight, I told the girl, "HAPPY DATE NIGHT!" And it made her all happy-teared…

(Collective AWWW! Here…)

This chapter, is going to be rocked out to the newest edition to my family. My sister, fightinsurfgrl, because she is just freaking awesome. I'm serious, chat her up sometime. But not too hard, because this kid might go all, "Little Brother, I'm gonna whoop your ass, and so on and so forth."

She could protect herself though, but here's to you sis, for putting up with mine and Ashel's dirty little secrets!

Onto my BEAUTIFUL BABY!

To the TGIF Gang (I'm not sure if I capitalized "the" before, but for now it will remain lower case).

I would like to dedicate this chapter to xcrepusculyumx for your long and incredibly hilarious review. It made me smile an awful lot. And also to Vampiric Teacup for asking to marry the TGIF Gang saying "I think they're single" and then moving on to ask Kevin. Kev got quite the kick out of that unfortunately, at the current time he is dating a girl. I will notify you if/when that ends…lol.

Thanks to all that seem ecstatic at Brett's cameo. For those of you who do not know who this Brett character was one that I had invented for my story MLOONAA. So thanks to those that appreciated the appearance…lol.

And now because I am tired and simply lack the energy to say something witty at the moment, I will get right to the point (that kinda was witty, see? That's why it's funny), and just say, ON WITH IT…


The Greatest Fan of Your Life: PART ONE

EPOV

Seriously. What was his problem? Bella wasn't interested in him, or she would have taken less initiative towards me, and more towards him. So why did he continue to believe that my girlfriend wanted to be anything more then friends? His irritating belief that I wasn't good enough for her, for my Bella agitated me to no end.

Liam sat next to me, a bag of peas in his hand. My eye had been bleeding furiously ever since we had left the basketball court, and the wary look my father gave me did nothing for my resolve. I knew he would have to stitch it up, but that wasn't what was bothering me. Bella would be home soon, and I was in deep shit.

Carlisle sat on the cushion next to me and tipped my head towards him. His hand movements weren't rough, he would never let emotion interfere when it came to being a doctor, but I knew how he was feeling. Angry, disappointed, agitated, surely the list was longer, but my head was throbbing and there was no way I could think of any more words.

He hadn't put anything on my eye to numb it, so I was feeling every movement as he stitched my eye. I know he would have tended to Jacob first had my eye not needed stitches. My hand jerked in pain when he hit a sensitive spot, but he didn't stop his movements, slow and methodical.

My best friend was wincing next to me, and Jasper and Emmett were doing something in the other room. I was glad; I didn't want Jacob in my house alone. I knew the potential that he was Bella's stalker was minimal, I was almost positive that it was a girl, but I had to suspect him. Had the circumstances been different, we probably could become friends.

Without a single word to, my father closed my cut, and applied a mild antiseptic. His finger rubbed over my cut gingerly, not wanting to hurt me more. Liam handed me the bag of peas, and my father turned to glance down at him, "You should probably get a clean towel, Liam."

After nodding, Liam turned away from the two of us, and my father faced me with an angry stare, "What were you thinking? Can you please tell me why you would hit someone during a friendly game of basketball?"

I snorted, "Please, Dad. If you heard what he said about mom, you would have jumped him yourself! Plus he was saying disgusting things about Bella, and they're supposed to be friends! What should I have done? 'Oh Jacob, please tell me more! I want to hear about how you want to fuck my mother and my girlfriend. Golly, Jacob! Please?'"

Disbelief filtered over my father's pained features, "Edward. Why did you become a police officer?"

I licked my lips, unsure of the turn this conversation was taking, "To protect people."

Carlisle's fingers tipped my head backward, shining some light on my cut, seemingly admiring his work, but I knew he was trying to make a point, "How did this battle with Jacob Black defend anyone?"

His fingers snapped when he saw a look on my face that told him I was about to raise my voice, "How Edward? By injuring him? You weren't protecting Bella or Esme; you felt the need to prove a point. This is just as bad as abusing your power. You learned to fight to defend yourself, not to instigate a battle with Bella's coworkers!"

The front door creaked open, and I heard it shut quietly. As if my head wasn't pounding enough, I was sure that Bella wouldn't let me off easy. Carlisle patted my right knee, "Good luck, Edward. You had good intentions, but you need to control your temper better. I've been here before, and it's not a fun ride."

Apparently Liam had gotten lost in my house, or the towel was just his cue to disappear. As my father exited the room, Bella entered and from my position on the couch, I could tell what her expression was.

I spoke meekly, my voice soft and laced with regret, "Hi."

By this time, Bella was standing in front of me, and she lowered herself on her haunches, her eyes laced with anger and disappointment, "Hi."

She was waiting for me to explain, but I shook my head furiously, not wanting to incriminate myself. Bella's pursed her lips, and when she spoke again, her voice was thick, "You couldn't do this one thing for me, Edward? You couldn't get along with him for one day? Let me ask you a question, how would you feel if Heather and I fought like this? Hmm?"

"That's not the same thing, and you know it." My temper was flaring again; how dare she take his side? I was her boyfriend, and she had just met him, "How could you take his side, Bella?"

A small hand flew up, and covered my mouth, and her eyes flashed, "I'm not taking any sides, Edward, but if you cannot give me a simple explanation without raising your voice, then I will leave. Don't tempt me."

I couldn't breathe. She would leave me because of this? She couldn't, she had to think about Libby, and I loved her. It was just a stupid argument, and she was ready to go? This couldn't be happening to me, not again.

Bella must have noticed the emotion that was unfolding across my features because her hand fell from my mouth, and both palms cupped my cheeks. Her worried voice called out, "Carlisle!"

My father moved into the room, his jaw set. There was blood on his gloves, he must have been working on Jacob, "Edward, son, breathe through your nose. C'mon, son, just breathe."

I felt like the floor was swallowing me up, but my father pushed my head between my legs, and Bella's soothing hand rubbed over my back. Her lips pressed against my bare shoulders, as they both tried to calm me.

Realization must have hit Bella after she had said those words because as her lips slid across my shoulders, I heard her whispering, over and over, "Not like that, Edward. I would never leave you like that."

BPOV

I hadn't ever seen Edward in a time of weakness. It seemed so out of his character. I remembered when I had first met him and all I really got to see was that tough exterior. The more time we spent together, the more I was able to chip away at that hard shell.

But seeing him like this? I didn't like it. I didn't like that just the wording of my sentences could cause him to go weak. It scared me.

My hand ran up and down his back and when he turned to look at me, my anger was flushed from my body in that one look. I had been so disappointed before. Genuinely upset. I had asked him to try to be nice for a couple hours, and he couldn't do that. But the look he gave me made me feel that my anger had been ridiculous.

I tried so hard to just push my anger to the back of my mind and lay it on him at some other point, but I wasn't sure if that would happen.

As he looked at me and my hand continued to run from the nape of his neck, down to the beginning of his waistband, and Carlisle left the room, seeing that I had it under control. It was at that moment that I realized that we were alone, on the leather sofa in his bedroom, with the door closed and his shirt off.

My hand continued its movement, not wanting to break contact with the smooth flesh, or the solid muscles beneath it. I wanted to keep the little dignity I tried to keep while around his perfection, and get up to leave. But my body wouldn't move, and I half didn't want it to. The only thing I managed to do was tear my eyes away from his, but they involuntarily traveled down to his masculine neck.

Thick and strong, leading to his broad shoulders begging me to grasp at them as I writhed beneath his body.

Before I could continue my journey down farther, I felt his gentle hand on my chin, making me raise my eyes back to his which seemed to sparkle with amusement, despite his injury.

"Are you alright, Love?" He asked, his voice beginning to get thick, making my eyes want to roll back at the sound.

I opened my mouth to answer, but couldn't find my voice at the moment, so it closed again. Edward's hand went to rest on the side of my neck and I watched as his eyes trickled down to my lips, before they went down even further.

It was absurd that just the way he looked at me could make me shiver and affect certain parts of my body, but it did nonetheless. I could feel my nipples tighten as his stare stayed on my chest, and goose bumps form on my body, making me shiver.

His head dipped down and I felt him kiss the middle of my chest, just below my neck, where the low cut V top had left exposed. My head tipped back at the feeling and my breath came out in a whoosh.

His gentle lips started to venture lower, down to the end of the V, where my cleavage provided a crease. His tongue darted out, making me gasp and fall towards the back of the couch.

My chest heaved up and down and he looked up at me with a smug smile as he straddled my legs with his knees and crawled on me, his eyes roaming up and down my body as he smiled and lowered himself down on me.

He kissed just below my ear, "I've been thinking about you since this morning," He whispered before gently biting on my lobe, his right hand crawling slowly up my shirt.

"Edward…" I tried to warn and cursed myself when it came out breathy and more of a moan.

His hand reached the beginning of my bra and went right over it, his hand gently kneading the soft mound.

"I want to touch you, Bella. Is that alright, Love? Will you let me feel you?" he asked.

He asked, even though he was already doing it, even though I always wanted it. But there was still that small piece of me that wanted to be upset with him, and I hated that he could just turn me on and make me forget all about it.

But, I nodded, the hand on my breast already making me feel amazing and wanting him to have me on the couch, despite my better judgment.

He pressed his body even harder against me, making both of us whimper and groan.

His hand went back down my breast and under my bra, letting my taught peek trace the palm of his hand. My hands flew up to the shoulders I had been admiring before, holding him to me.

"Edward," I moaned out, wanting him still closer to me, to feel his bare skin against mine.

His lips covered mine and his kisses were no longer gentle. He was rough and his hand on my breast also became more forceful, which I loved. I was about to beg for more, plead for more, but…

KNOCK KNOCK

I wanted to scream. We were always being interrupted. Edward's hand slowly retreated and I tried to smooth out my appearance but Edward called "Come in," too quickly for me to do a good job.

It was Jacob. And just like that, my anger came back to the surface, no longer clouded by my desire. Fucking hormones. Hormones and shirtless Edward.

"Hey Bella," he said, and his voice was already dripping with regret. "Look, I came to apologize to Edward. Really man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come off as such an asshole. And I'm not. Really," he tried to explain as Edward sat straight as a board on the couch.

It was quiet and I shot Edward an evil glance quickly (not lingering on him for more than needed).

"I'm sorry I started a fight with you," Edward told him with a sigh.

Jacob took one long stride closer and extended his hand. "Friends?" he asked.

Edward eyed the hand suspiciously and I cleared my throat, his hand reaching out in response. "Not enemies," he corrected, shaking Jacob's tanned hand.

Jacob clapped his hands together and came over to throw an arm around my shoulders, making me laugh.

"Great. Let's go eat!" he exclaimed.


EPOV

My backyard was decorated once again, but thankfully it wasn't full of pink this time. My godson was making his first official debut, and Libby was holding Brennor with ease, quickly slipping into the role of a protective, older "cousin."

Bella's soft, warm hand was gripping mine, her thumb stroking over my knuckles, a silent promise that when we were alone, she would do more then that. Had her fingers not been gripping mine, I would have had an arm around her lithe waist, my palm massaging her hip.

After giving Brennor back to his mother, Libby skipped over towards me, and as she slowed, I knew what she wanted, "Libby, one of these days, I'm going to be so old and crippled that I won't be able to hold you any longer."

Our fingers unlaced as my daughter made a running leap and jumped into my arms. When she was younger I would pretend that I was going to drop her, always managing to save her at the very last second. Now, she knew her Daddy would never drop her, never let her fall.

"Mommy?" Libby was peering at Bella, her voice muffled as she pressed her face against my shoulder.

My Bella smiled at her, and gently stroked my daughter's bare shoulders, "Yes, Sweetie?"

"Can we get Daddy a puppy for his birthday? He'd be real surprised." Keeping my lips firmly pressed together, I tried not to laugh, but as the snickers filtered from my nose, Bella struggled to keep a straight face.

"I don't know, Honey. What makes you think your Daddy needs a puppy?"

Libby let out a loud sigh, "Cause, Mommy, he's oooold. Old people need puppies, Uncle Li told me so. He said that Daddy was deaf too. And when Daddy holds me, he can't hear me. So, he needs a hearing eye dog."

That was the last straw, and I couldn't help but laugh as I listened to Libby's reasoning and her choice of words. Bella shot me the look, and I immediately stopped laughing. Libby looked confused as she gazed at the woman she now considered her mother, "Why is Daddy laughing?"

Bella lifted Libby from my arms, and cradled her close, as she began to walk away. Her project voice was hard to miss, "Because, Libby Bug. Old people laugh randomly. Pretty soon, the Funny Farm is going to take your Daddy away. Now about this puppy?"

Her musical voice trailed off, and as soon as both of my girls were gone, I started towards my best friend, who was bent over laughing. I grabbed a cup of water from the refreshment table on my way over, and as Liam was bent over laughing at his absurd joke, I poured the ice cold liquid over his head.

"Hey! Fuck, Edward! That's fucking cold!" Heather's hand came out of nowhere, and slapped Liam against his lower back, hard, "OW! Baby!"

Muffling my laughter with my hand, I watched as Liam pouted, and Heather scolded him, "No cussing around our son. His first word will not be something vile. Am I understood? Now show Edward why it hurt so badly when I hit your back."

Liam turned and lifted his shirt to show me his son's name scrawled across his back, "Oh, Li, you got a tramp stamp! Might as well be a bull's eye, right Edward?"

Once he set himself straight, Liam looked at me, his eyes narrowed, "Should I do it, or do you want too?"

I shrugged, "Have at it; he's under your command, not mine."

His voice cut through the loud backyard, and I watched as Kyle Jacob's cringe, his body pressing itself against my fence. Why he continued to come to my family events and act like an asshole still boggled my mind.

Leaning forward, I kissed Heather's cheek, before gently stroking Brennor's, "He's a little warm, Heath. You might want to take him inside. Carlisle is in there, if you want him to make sure Bren's not running a temperature."

After his yelling match was over, Liam walked back towards us, his eyes on his son, "What's wrong?"

Heather's fingers stroked my husband's jaw, trying to sooth the worried look that had appeared on his face, "Let's go check our son's temperature, Edward thinks he feels warm."

Liam smirked, "That's just because Edward's so fuc-flipping cold all the time." I chuckled at my friends almost slip up.

Heather cradled his cheek, and kissed his nose, "Good boy, baby. Maybe you'll get a reward tonight."

I grimaced, backing away from the two, "Okay, my godson's birth, I can handle, but you two, fuc-flipping like animals? No thank you." I had purposely made fun of Liam, and his eyes narrowed as they walked towards the house, "Have a lovely time! No fuc-flipping in my house!"

"Excuse me?" I turned upon hearing her beautiful voice, and I winked, almost at a loss for words. Her hair was curled and falling onto her shoulders and a light make-up had been applied to her already gorgeous face. My heart sped up as she lifted her right hand, and drug her pointer finger down my chest, before her fingers laced through my belt loops.

Her soft body was pressed against mine, and I breathed in through my nose, hoping to control my body from responding too quickly. Bella grazed my cheek with her nose, and I noticed for the first time that she was now wearing heels. When she whispered, her breath ghosted over my neck, making me shiver, "Did you say there will be no fucking in your house?"

I swallowed thickly, and her lips dropped away from my ear, and her tongue darted out to taste the skin of my neck, tracing around my Adam's apple, "I-I meant them." She was the only one who could fluster me like this, and it amazed me.

As she pushed me against the high fence, I was unaware of the soft signing that was going on around us. It was just me and her. Bella backed up, and winked at me, and when Esme transferred the lit cake to Bella's hands, my wonderful girlfriend smiled at me, "Make a wish, Edward."

After I blew out the candles, I winked at my Bella, "Do you want to know my wish?"

Bella's smile made my knees weaken, "What would you like, birthday boy?"

Encasing her in my arms, I pulled my love towards me, gently rocking her back and forth as my mother began to cut the cake that she had taken from Bella, "I've already got everything I want."

Giggling, she kissed my cheek, brushing her lips against the light stubble that I had growing there. When she backed away, her palm cupped my cheek, "Well, I made a wish too."

"Oh? Well it's not your birthday, young lady. So what makes you think you can make wishes? What makes you think it will come true?"

Tapping her chin, Bella backed away from me, moving towards the house, "Cumming's part of it, my darling."

As we started up the stairs, I would lean forward and nip at her neck, my arms wrapped around her tiny waist. I let my fingers slide up under her shirt to play with her soft skin, my forefinger dipping into her bellybutton.

The bathroom door was shut, and Bella pressed me up against it and without much effort, my fingers peeled her blue shirt away from her body. Sun kissed skin overflowed from her lacy bra, and I couldn't keep my hands away.

When her tiny fingers moved down my body, she pulled the dark green shirt away from my chest, and her fingers danced across my abs. Bella reached around behind me and opened the bathroom door, making me stumble into the empty bathroom.

The Jacuzzi tub was filled with water, and I grinned as my Bella turned on some soft music. Fingernails scraped down my chest, and I hissed as her fingers stopped at my belt buckle. Her hand cupped the bulge that was forming in my jeans, and when she laughed, it came out husky, her sex voice.

"Excited, Edward?" God, the way her voice sounded, I could have cum right that second. My jeans were quickly gone, and as I stood in my white boxer briefs, Bella licked her lips, "So fucking sexy."

The way she said sexy made me want to tear her jeans away and ravish her, but I needed to control myself. She wanted to do something for me, not the other way around, "Will you take your pants off, love? God I want to see you, and you look so undressed. So fucking delicious."

Her tongue licked over her bottom lip, face flushed with desire. Once her jeans were unbuttoned, she slid them down her legs, and I groaned, realizing how easy I could have touched her at anytime during the party. The skin on her pussy was smooth, and I wanted to cup it, lick it, fucking stroke her until she screamed my name, but once again, I stood, waiting for her next move.

"Take your underwear off, Edward. Since it's your birthday, I want to give you whatever you want."

I swallowed as I chucked my pants across the bathroom, eyeing Bella, knowing that my greatest pleasure would come from pleasing her. She must have noticed my eyes moving around the bathroom because she smiled, and stepped towards me, "Don't worry, we won't be interrupted. Alice, Rose, and Heather are making sure it doesn't happen. Now what do you want?"

"I can have anything I want? And you won't say no, as long as it's reasonable?"

Bella blushed, but managed to maintain her composure, "Anything, as long as it's reasonable, handsome."

"Tell me what you want me to do, and it can be anything you want. And please, don't tell me that you don't have any idea because from that sexy blush on your face, I know you have something you want."

Backing me towards the bathtub, Bella settled both of us near a jet, and when she spoke, she was blushing, "I want you to talk dirty to me, but you really don't have to! Forget I said it!"

Climbing in the warm water, I pulled my Bella with me, "Is that what you want, my love?"

She nodded furiously, and as I wrapped my arms around her waist, I cradled her close to me. My greatest pleasure was giving her pleasure, my embarrassment came second, and I could tell she really wanted it.

"Bella, have I ever told you how hard my cock gets when you wear your hair like that? God, I think about you writhing beneath me, as I pound your tight, little pussy. You would be so tight around me, your muscles milking me as you cum."

Her head tipped back, and she grabbed my fingers underwater, guiding them to her warm, aching center. I slipped my right forefinger in her pussy, and I felt her walls grip me. Hips bucked as I moved the digit in and out gently, and I began to speak again.

"Do you know that first night you slept in my bed, I heard every second of that dream you had about me? God I wanted to pull you close to me and help you wake up. Make you cum on my fingers, just as you're going to tonight. I can feel you gushing for me, even underwater."

My middle finger joined the first, and Bella gasped, her hips bucking as I stretched her.

"Oh, Bella, your pussy would feel amazing around my warm, wet cock. Would you beg for it? Beg me to fill you, to fuck you, long and deep. Supporting myself as I slide in and out, knowing you want me harder and deeper, your legs locked around my back. Fucking. Delicious."

I inhaled, and Bella moaned softly when my third finger slipped in her hole, and my other hand began to fondle her sensitive clit. As her hips bucked, her hole tightened around my fingers, and her moans grew louder.

"Do you want my warm cock in you? Filling you, god, Bella, your pussy would squeeze me so hard. I wouldn't be able to stand it. Would you want me to spill in you? Coat your insides with my cum? Do you have any idea how bad I want you?"

I tugged my fingers from her, but my hand continued to move against her clit. Sliding my palm up her body, I cupped her breasts, feeling her erect nipples strain against my fingers, "Oh, Edward, please. I'm so close."

She was breathless, and I smirked, dragging my lips across her bare back.

"Please what, Love? Let you cum? I can fucking smell you even though your wet pussy is under the water. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

I gently began to rock against her back, letting my erection rock against her bare skin for the first time. My hips moved faster, thrusting in unison with my hand, rubbing her sensitive clit. When she tried to scoot back on me, I stopped her, "No, Bella, we'll do that some other time. Right now, I want you to cum. Can you do that, hmmm? Coat my fingers in your wet juices as you clamp around them?"

The friction from her back was too much, and as I drug my hand from her breasts back to her pussy, I shoved them in and she came around my fingers. My cock spurted against her warm back, and I bit my lip, trying not to moan too loudly.

Bella sagged against me, exhausted, and I chuckled into her ear, "Thank you for the present, Love. I thoroughly enjoyed it."

Lifting her small body from the tub, I wrapped a towel around her, carrying her into our bedroom. It was ours now, and I would make us one soon, but only if she wanted it.

Climbing into bed next to her, I pulled the small, warm body against me, kissing her wet hair, "Goodnight, Love. Rest, you have a busy day tomorrow."


BPOV

The Friday after Edward's birthday was my very first premier. My first blockbuster film which was highly anticipated due to the male lead being Devin Steal. I was excited, but more so for the feeling of accomplishment that would come as I stepped out of the limo and catch a glimpse of the Mann's Chinese Theatre.

Alice, of course was in my apartment, waiting for me to hurry up with my shower so she could help get me into my gown and then proceed with my hair and make up. Unfortunately for Alice, Edward had found it prudent to spend the night with me. For my own protection…of course. So we had decided that conserving water would probably be best.

Now don't judge me. I am a twenty-five year old, sexually deprived woman. A little fun wouldn't hurt. It wasn't as if Edward and I had been doing this daily. Just every so often to get that frustration out of our systems. But I knew I was ready, I was simply waiting for him. After all, I wasn't the kind of girl to be forward and advance, that was up to him.

We were finally able to pull ourselves away from the shower, but only made it as far as the bathroom counter before Edward was touching me again, and his lips were on mine. He had been almost as excited as I about the premier. Or perhaps he was just happy for me.

He lifted me up easily so that I was sitting on the counter and he spread my legs apart so that he could fit his body between them. His hands ran up and down my wet sides as he kissed me lovingly.

"Are you excited?" he breathed, his warm breath against the hot water droplets on my skin feeling amazing.

"Mhm," I wasn't particularly in the mood for talking at the moment. I had a naked Edward kissing my neck, and pressing against me, would you want to talk? I rest my case.

Alice banging on the door was our cue to get a move on and as Edward slipped his clothes on, I simply put on a white, fluffy robe, knowing that trying to take a shirt off with hair and make up would not make a happy Alice.

Edward, now in his jeans and his white tee in his hand, pulled me towards him. His hands slipped inside my robe and gently played with the skin on my waist.

"You wearing this, only makes me want to take it off and finish what I started," he said seductively. Had Alice not been outside the door, in my room, I would have fallen for his charm and remained in the bathroom all day. But I could hear her pacing back and forth in the room.

"Well, you need to get ready as much as I do, so I suggest you get that cute butt on its way."

I walked him to the door, passing by Alice who was trying very hard to look stern, but couldn't quite hide her smile. I stopped at the door and opened it, letting him duck his head down for one last kiss.

"Have fun with Alice," He chuckled. "Jasper and I will be here with Rose and Emmett to pick you guys up later, alright?" He asked, his hand cupping my cheek.

"Mhm," I answered, "Miss you."

"Miss you too." He kissed me a final time before walking out and I closed the door behind him.

I turned around to see Alice with a blow-dryer in one hand and a brush in the other, looking like she would battle with them as her weapons. "Alright, Bella, let's do this."

She was quite something. My pixie friend had me in the familiar seat in my bathroom, working the blow-dryer back and forth across my head. A normal occurrence. However, this time she was fully decked out for the premier herself.

Instead of her inky hair in its normal spikes, it was slicked back, making her eyes seem bigger and her skin glow brighter. She wore a floor length gown of oceanic blue silk, strapless and with a sweetheart neckline. Her diamond studded earrings made the look, elegant, rather than too Senior Prom, and the necklace she wore was a gorgeous diamond pendant set in white gold, that she had told me Jasper had gotten her for her birthday.

By the time I was done admiring her appearance, she had already set the drying gun down and started to pin my hair up. Nothing too extravagant, she had said. Apparently my dress was flashy enough and she didn't want my hair competing with it. Instead, it was lightly whisked back and bobby pinned in almost a messy bun fashion. It did look phenomenal by the end thought, and without all my hair hanging in my face and on my shoulders, my heart shaped face looked slimmer and my pale skin shone brightly.

With only a pause to look at her creation from every possible angle, she went to the counter and started to brush power across my face with the big brush. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts take me a way, knowing that she might be a while.

My mind drifted to only one little picture. A magazine cover, really. I had seen them a thousand times. Tom and Katie, Brad and Angelina, they all had pictures of them with their darling babies. And now I could see…Bella and Edward, and of course, little Libby, possibly even a baby of my own. I tried not to smile at the picture, but it was so adorable, that it was difficult.

But, yes there is always a but; did I really want that for Libby? How would she feel when strangers asked to take her picture and she couldn't go to school without the other kids and even the teacher knowing who she was?

I couldn't answer this. There was simply no way too, and surely Edward wouldn't want that for his daughter.

I told myself we would cross that bridge when we came to it, but from that moment on, every time I saw Libby, that question flashed in my mind.

"All done!" Alice said proudly and I opened my eyes to stare at my reflection in the mirror opposite of the chair I was in.

She had outlined my eyes in black eyeliner, using liquid on the top to make the line thicker. By eyelids were a smoky gray but in the corners turned darker until they were black. Mascara coated my lashes, making them seem fuller and longer, and my cheeks had a hint of red, though I wasn't blushing…yet. My lips were a blood red that went very well with my dark eyes and dark brown hair.

I smiled at the reflection. "Perfect," I told her. I really did want my first premier, my first noted accomplishment in my career, to be perfect, to make it a big deal.

"Good, now go get your butt dress so that I can tape your boobs," she commanded, making me laugh at her phrasing.

I laughed as I went to my room and started to put the white, silk dress on. I knew exactly what Alice meant by tape my boobs. Double sided tape was an amazing thing for a dress as low cut as mine. It had diamonds crossed at the bust and then again in the open back, where the material sagged slightly. Slim fitting and elegant. I absolutely loved it (picture on my profile).

I strapped on my white diamond studded high heels and put in some slightly dangly diamond earrings to make it look even more formal. No necklace was needed because again, we didn't want the look to be too gaudy.

As I stepped out of my room, Alice clapped her hands together, and had she not been in heels with her hair and make up perfectly done, I'm sure she would've jumped up and down as well.

"You look…" she trailed off, not being able to find a word.

"Good?" I probed hoping that it would be a yes.

She smiled broadly. "Like a movie star!"

"Well what can I say, when I have an amazing girl to do my hair, make up, and help me find a dress, would you expect anything less?" I laughed.

"Nope!" she chirped before laughing. She ran at me with the double sided tape in her hands, ready to tape me down to ensure the only flashing would be coming from cameras.

With that done, all there was left to do was to wait for our boys and our friends.


This was done super fast due to our schedules being so hectic with work and school. I do promise that my hours diminish significantly later this month… But twelve pages for the first week back to school isn't bad, eh? lol. WEll I hope you liked it. I sure did. Thought it was fun.

Much love and even more writing,

ashel-13

AHHH!! DirtyTalkingEdward! Okay, so you asked for it, and it was mild. I wonder if I've induced any cold showers, besides my own. Actually, my writing doesn't do that for me…Sadly…Or I'd be one happy –

HAYDEN ROWAN! What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom!

Baby, this would have happened at the computer, not in the bedroom, therefore, it's fair game. But before everyone pukes, I will stop talking about our face-to-face interactions ;)

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! As you can see, this is a Two Part(er)! Who can guess what happens next?

See you soon,

Hayden