AN: Hi everybody! Fixed a problem in chapter nine. I wish I was perfect, but I'm not.

Next chapter is the end.

Thanks for reading!

Chapter 10

"Things end, Jasper Whitlock, that is a fact," Bella pointed out as she perched on the end of the upset camera man's bed. "This place is doily invested. Even my grandmother would be offended by all the lace."

It looked like a room that you would find in a nursing home and Bella found the room disconcerting. She was sitting closely to Edward on the bed with their knees touching, hands clasped, and thinking the dirtiest of thoughts. Somewhere, in heaven or hell, the spinster ghost who used to live here and her million cats was haunting this room at this very moment. The ghost was probably giving her a disapproving look. Bella shuddered at the thought.

Edward took her shudder as another example of his animal magnetism. His hair was perfect today. He told himself that very thing in the mirror that morning.

Jasper shot her a dirty look. "It isn't ending for Rosalie! She married that bartender friend of yours."

"He's a farmer actually," Bella pointed out distractedly. Edward's other hand was traveling up and down her thigh.

"I think fate is powerful. It draws you in like a magnet and forces you to be with your one true north," Edward said flashing a smile at Bella. He knew without a doubt that she would bolt like her sister if she got half a chance.

Jasper played with a pair of his glasses that were a particular favorite of Alice. She was now across the sea in a foreign land and Jasper was at a lost at what to do. "Was that dialogue from Love in the Frozen Tundra or Mr. Jameson Finds Love Amongst the Palms?"

It seemed that most of Edward's catalogue of work was the same character and plot set in different locations. It made getting into character extremely easy.

"Both actually," Edward exclaimed. He completely missed the annoyed look Bella gave him. That man rarely came up with a heartfelt sentiment that wasn't used in a script. "Marla wrote both screenplays. She likes to cut and paste her favorite lines. She says they are her signature lines."

"I should have thrown her over the shoulder and dragged her to the Justice of the Peace." Jasper imagined Alice's glowing face, her twinkling eyes, the tight tee-shirt covered in teeth illustrations—

"You want a broken nose?" Bella asked. Her voice broke through Jasper's romantic musings. "She will break your nose and ridicule you until you break down in tears if you embarrass her like that."

Bella spoke the truth and Jasper knew it. Alice hated attention and surprises. Others would find Jasper's idea romantic, but Alice wasn't like other people. She was a girl with a plan and she liked to stick to it.

Bella stood and wrapped an arm around Jasper's shoulder. "You had a nice summer with her, but its over now. You're going back to California in a couple of days and back to your life as a camera man with whatever movie you work on next."

"You know we'll be back here shoot for the new season!" Edward pointed out.

"No, the network decided it will be a limited run series. One season," Jasper explained. It wasn't a surprise. The show was horrible. He pulled at his hair in agitation. "I hate working in Hollywood! I want to be an artist whose photographs move people! My muse is surrounded by surly Scotsmen and I can't protect her!"

Bella smirked at the thought of her sister being annoyed by Scottish men. Her sister's death glare would scare them off in an instant. Bella was inward laughing at the thought, but that lasted but for a moment at Jasper's next words.

"We start shooting that television pilot for NBC, Edward! It will be a living hell of canned laughter and bad jokes and being surrounded by obnoxious child actors. This series was bad enough with contrived angst! I can't do this anymore!" Jasper fell back onto the bed. "I need my Alice!"

Bella stared at Edward with the realization of their nonexistent future becoming concrete. Edward stood and looked at Jasper in confusion.

"What TV show? I never signed up for another one!" Edward thought, but as usual, came up with random images of pizza that he's eaten and YouTube videos of kittens falling off of couches. The man was about as deep as a teacup when it came to everything but his feeling for Bella. "I thought they wanted me to play a gay pirate for that film? A quick shoot and I would be done so I can come back here!"

Sitting up, Jasper looked at Edward's blank expression. "Do you ever have a conversation with your agent? The studio scrapped the pirate movie, because Disney threatened to sue. The character was too similar to Jack Sparrow. Carlisle booked the television gig instead when he found out that this one wasn't going to continue."

"Uncle Carl? He takes care of all that career stuff. Sometimes I ask him to call other actresses to set-up dates. He's like a living dating site." The actor, once again, crammed his foot into his mouth. Bella gave him her best death glare. "That was before, baby!"

"Don't call me 'baby'!" Bella exclaimed with her arms crossed. "Remember, I don't need to be burped or have my diaper changed. It doesn't matter anyway if your agent or uncle guy makes dates for you. I will be doing school work in Pennsylvania and you will be playing a. . . What will he be?"

Jasper threw his hands up in the air. "Who cares, Bella! He'll be a vampire, single dad, or single dad vampire of some sort because TV is just recycled crap twisted together to make new crap. You know what the real problem is?"

"That a vampire dad would eat his baby?" Edward stated, he put his arms around her waist. He had forgotten immediately that she was angry at him. His mind was too busy imagining a vampire wearing a polo shirt trying to pack lunches in brown paper bags and trying not to nibble on a toddler. "That's gross! What kind of show would have a vampire eating children for laughs? This business is not the same as when I played the precocious boy next door in the The Family Bear."

Bella's face became thoughtful and she exclaimed, "You were the obnoxious kid in that movie about the family that had a bear for a nanny!"

"I was a lovable scamp!"

"You were a tiny jerk," she scoffed.

Jasper stomped his foot on the floor in a huff. "Alice is what matters!"

"She is like a vampire. Evil and she has a teeth fetish," Edward scoffed.

"My sister—" Bella began.

Jasper added, "My true love—"

Edward put both hands up to protect himself, but instantly he had the best plan in the world. "Grease!"

"What are you talking about, Edward?" Jasper looked at his friend in confusion. Then his eyes became brighter. "Am I thinking what you're thinking?"

"Summer loving!" Jasper practically squealed this.

Bella looked at them like they were both crazy. She barely remembered that movie. All she knew was John Travolta, greasy fifties hair and something about Sandra Dee. The last time she saw that movie was at a slumber party in ninth grade. It was easy for her to forget.

"What are you two loons talking about?"

"Do you really think it will work?" Jasper asked excitedly.

Edward looked confident. "Has Danny Zuccio ever steered us wrong?"

They wouldn't actually know. They never used inspiration from that character for a screwball plot before, but it had to be better than no idea at all.

XXXXXX

Filming had ended and Bella was packing up her bags to head back to campus. It was going to be tough this time around. Usually the idea of returning to college filled her with excitement about all the freedom she would be experiencing. Charlie and Renee were a tad bit suffocating. Not to mention, the cafeteria food was so much tastier and less dangerous compared to her mother's cuisine.

She stared at all the clothing thrown all over the bed and the suitcase on the floor. Bella knew she didn't need to bring so many things. It wasn't a far distance to return home and collect more things, but the idea of coming back to town to the memories of Edward was daunting.

"Argh!" Throwing the bra she was holding at the door, Bella fell backwards on her bed with her hands over her face.

"Is this for me, sweetheart?" Edward walked in and scooped up her bra. It was pink and lacy. He hoped she would let him keep it. She left in the morning to go back to campus and his plan wasn't completely in effect yet. Uncle Carl was a miracle worker, so Edward could only hope that things would work out.

Wearily, she pulled her hand away from her eyes. "No, unless you like wearing bras. Put it in my bag, you pervert. Did my mom let you in?"

"Yeah, she did. Your parents were heading to the grocery store." He came over and sat next to her. Edward's fingers gently stroked the skin that was peeking from the bottom of Bella's shirt. "You want to get an early dinner?"

Bella was hungry, but she had Edward on her bed and no parents around. If this was the last night they'd be together, she wanted more than some dinner and making out.

Her hands went to his collar and pulled him on top of her body. Something hard was poking her in the leg. "It seems you are happy to see me."

It was actually a carrot he stole out of the kitchen downstairs. He pulled it out and held it up to her face. "It's a carrot."

"Oh." That was a bad joke waiting to happen.

"I might have something else long and hard for you," he teased.

"A banana?" She couldn't help joking.

He looked crestfallen. "I guess I can run downstairs and get you one."

"I was joking, Edward! I want you! I want to have sex with you! Now!" She kissed him and started to unbutton his jeans.

Edward was a mixture of emotions. He wanted to have sex with her, but he was planning on it to be lovemaking. There would be roses petals on satin sheets with the lights of a fancy suite dimmed and lit by candles. He didn't envision their first-time being in Bella's messy bedroom, with her clothing strewn over every surface and pictures of her family watching them. It would be like the photographs were judging his performance. His manhood was deflating at the thought.

That was until Bella reached into his jeans and squeezed a handful of his butt. His decision had been made. It didn't matter the place, just that he was going to get horizontal with his Bella.

"Get naked, Edward," she cooed and bit his earlobe.

That hurt, but Edward didn't flinch just started throwing off his clothes and tried to keep his eyes on Bella who was doing the same. Every inch of flesh she revealed made him shaky and fumble with the clothing his was trying to remove. When she removed her bra and the same time he was trying to pull off his jeans, Edward paused and moaned, "Boobs."

He promptly fell off the bed with Bella's pile of underwear. She looked down at him with her breasts still making him dizzy. "Edward, you okay?"

"Pretty boobs," he whispered in a daze. He tried to remove his jeans again and fell backwards onto the rug. His bare ass hitting a sharp object. "Ow!"

It was a package of packing tape and he hit the sharp edges used to cut the tape.

Bella sat up looking at a very naked Edward. He appeared flustered. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."

Edward stood up. His jeans and underwear were around his ankles, as he stared at his equally naked lady. He so needed to hit that. Romantically, of course. "I'm going to rock your world, my gorgeous girl."

Bella was about to laugh at his cheesiness, but before she could even snort, Edward fell on top of her as he tried to free his legs.

"Hi," she said, running her hands over his back.

"Hey," he squeaked back. Edward Cullen, the Don Juan of the silver screen, was now as awkward as a newborn deer. He might as well be a virgin again.

"Ouch!" Bella cried. Edward was squeezing her a little too tightly.

He let go quickly. "Sorry!"

Instead, he tried to kiss down her stomach. Bella started giggling hysterically. She was very ticklish. In the middle of her giggling, he pulled back and she hit him in the face with her knee.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine, Bella!" He was squinting, but not willing to give up. "Can I—"

She moved his fingers into her body. "Make me scream."

He tried. His fingers were freezing. Bella thought it was liking making love with a snowman, but after about ten minutes they warmed up enough that Bella was starting to get excited. Of course, that's when he stopped.

Edward Cullen was about to blow. "Bella, my darling, may I become one with you? Our joining will—"

She rolled her eyes. It was another one of his movie lines. "Just fuck me, Edward."

"Yes, ma'am," he squeaked again, as she threw a condom at his head.

It took him five different condoms until he got it one on without ripping.

When he tried to enter her it was tentative, and Bella tried to stifle a yawn. He noticed and quickly plunged into her. Bella gasped, "I'll be damned!"

"I love you. I love you. I love you," Edward muttered repeatedly.

Bella thought he was the sweetest man and making love with him would be incredible with practice. It was just sad that they wouldn't have the opportunity.

It was a satisfying experience for approximately five minutes.

His sweaty body collapsed on hers and he asked worriedly, "Was that okay?"

"It was lovely!" She kissed his forehead. It was because it was since it was with him.

Orgasms were overrated anyway, she lied to herself.

Edward just snuggled in closely to his girl knowing that while this wasn't his best performance to date, he would surprise her with the encores. She couldn't get rid of him if she tried.

"Bella, where is your mother and that dunce she married?" Louise burst into her granddaughter's bedroom then let out a scream.

Edward quickly covered himself up with a flimsy pair of Bella's panties and said sweetly. "You look lovely today, Bella's grandma!"

It was a first time to remember.