If anyone can guess what Edwards mom made for dinner I will post a new chapter tomorrow:) Oh and I love yall. VERY EFFIN MUCH!

Let me review the past couple of days, shall I? First, I took Edwards jacket and it cause Mike and I to break up.

Second, I went to Edwards house and I agreed to be his faux girlfriend. (And I saw his man junk, but lets not go there.)

Third, I kissed him and posted it as my profile picture on Facebook.

Fourth, I am sitting at a table. With his parents. Prentending to be his girlfriend.

And finally Fifth, I'm starting to realize I want more than a fake relationship...

Oh did I mention I saw his man junk? Cause I did. Just saying.

As I reviewed the past couple of days in my head, I still couldn't fathom why I was sitting at his table with his parents. I mean his Mom, cooked this wonderful meal for me. Because she thinks we're together. Ugh. I hate lying.

I took another bite of pasta. "Ah, this is great, Ma'am."

She gave me a look and I grimaced, "I mean, Esme."

She laughed and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "It's okay, Bella. I love to cook."

His dad, Carlisle, nodded and smiled nicely at me. (is nicely even a word?), "Yes, she really does love to cook. And she's great at it." He took her hand and kissed it.

I blushed with the show of affection. Nevermind that Edward made me hold his hand above the table. Yes I said made. I didn't want to! I thought it would be too much! Anyway's that not the point.

Edward squeezed my hand to show I was doing a good job and I gave him a grateful look.

I tried not to turn my head at the burning hole that Alice was creating on my face with her gaze. She was staring at me for the past 30 minutes trying to get me to look at her. Edward said that it probably wasn't a good idea to look at Alice. 'She could be very...intimadating.' He had said.

I took my chances though and looked at her. I smiled hesitantly at her and she narrowed her eyes.

She cleared her throat. "So, Bella, when did you and Edward start going out?"

I felt Edward's hand tighten on mine, but I answered calmly. "Yesterday. But we've known each other for a while now." LIE.

She smiled evily, "I thought y'all met in Biology class?"

Edward took this one, "That was when we starting talking this year, but we've known each other longer than that. We just didn't know we had so much in common." LIE.

Esme smiled at his words, "What is it that you have in common?"

We stayed silent for a minute when I finally answered, "It's not what we necessarily have in common. It's kind of the opposite really. We both compliment each other on our differences."

Carlisle looked thoughtful for a minute. "Like what, Bella?"

I started to get nervous. "Uh, well I love to read. Edward doesn't."

"I like to read!" Edward protested.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Knowing how to read, and liking to read are very different things, Edward."

Carlisle and Esme laughed heartily, and Alice actually chuckled. Edward rolled his eyes back at me and blushed.

"Well, Ms. Know-it-all, what are your favorite books?" He said teasingly.

I thought about that. "I really like Pride&Prejudice. But I have to say that Wuthering Heights is number one."

Edward nodded like he knew what I was talking about. I smirked at him knowing that he didn't.

Carlisle cleared his throat and I turned to him. "So what college are you trying to go to?" He asked.

I smiled embarrassedly as I answered, "I already have an early acceptience to Dartmouth."

Esme and Carlisle raised their eyebrows. "That's a very good school."

I nodded, agreeing. "Edward, where are you going?"

He looked down and relased my hand. "I don't plan on going to college."

Carlisle sighed, "Edward. We already went through all this. Your going to college. We sent out all those applications. One of them is bound to accept you."

Edward shoved back from the table causing the plate of red sauce and my chicken to fly on to my shirt.

"I already fucking said that I don't want to go to college! I am almost out of school! I don't want to go into even more!" He screamed and then stormed out of the room.

My eyes were probably as round as the plate on my lap as they jumped from the door slam upstairs. Esme started to cry softly in her hands as I carefully scooped up the pasta in my hands and sent it back on the plate.

"I..Uh...should go see if Edward has a shirt I could borrow." I exused myself as her crying got even louder.

I ran up the stairs trying not to get the red sauce on the white carpet.

I threw opened the door and groaned when I saw his window opened. I went into his closet and got a Aerosmith t-shirt that was discarded on the floor. I didn't want to dirty a new shirt anyways. I carefully folded my shirt and put it in his dirty hamper. As I put on the Aerosmith shirt I was overwhelmed in Edward's scent. It was so sweet and so...Edward.

I went over to the window and shouted out "Edward, get your ass in here!"

I heard him curse under his breath outside. He came in joint still in hand a few minutes later.

I narrowed my eyes at it. "Throw it out."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "No."

I looked at him incredously. "Throw. It. Out."

He got a wicked gleam in his eyes. He brought the joint closer to his lips.

I gave him a warning look. "Don't, Edward."

He stopped halfway to his face. "What are you going to do?"

I just stared at him.

He started to bring it closer and I pounced on him. Yeah that's right. I pounced on him.

I jumped on him and got the smoking joint out of his hands and skillfully(luckly) threw it out of the window. He literally growled in his throat as he pushed me down off of him on the ground. He launched to the window, but I grabbed his ankle and he fell down. I jumped on his back and huffed as the air rushed out of me. He flipped over and I pinned his legs down and pinned his arms on the ground by his face.

"Get off of me." He spit out.

"No." I breathed.

"Please?" He asked, his chest moving agaisnt mine.

I looked at him warily. "Are you going to the window if I do?"

He thought about it. "No. Promise."

I slowly let go of him a little bit at a time and in a blink of an eye he threw me on my back in the same position that he was in a few seconds before.

"HMPH!" The air rushed out of me as he let his weight land on me.

"Edward. You're heavy." I squeeked.

He laughed at me. "So?"

We laughed and he let up a little bit.

He eyed me and said, "You look good in my shirt."

I blushed and ducked my head. "Shut up."

I laughed again at my uncomfortableness. "I'm serious."

I looked back at him. "As long as were being serious, you ruined my shirt."

He sighed. "Bella, I will clean your shirt."

"No, it's a goner now." I teased being overly dramatic.

'Do you want me to get you a new shirt?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I want this one."

He shook his head right back at me. "Not a chance."

I huffed, "You just said I looked good in it!"

"Not that good." He teased.

We started laughing. I started to squirm trying to get out of his grasp when I felt his...er...man hood on me.

"Uh...Edward...you seem..overly happy."

He got a wicked gleam in his eyes as he said, "Does this make you uncomfortable?" He started to rub his crotch all over me.

"Edward! STOP!" I shouted laughing.

I bucked my hips trying to make him stop when all I did was rubb against him.

He went still, closed his eyes, and moaned.

I went still too and muttered, "Sorry."

He opened his eyes and said, "Don't ever be sorry for that, Bella."