Assward: She's still in hiding. She seems to think you'll all be more receptive to me than her as of now. smirks So here's the next fucking chapter, and she forwent doing her damn chores and studying for a fucking Econ test to get this to you quickly. So all you should be fucking grateful, ya hear? If I have to listen to her bitch about you being ungrateful and her failing her damn test....

Get on with the fucking chapter already.

EPOV

She bit her lip, eyes distantly staring, and I clenched my fists, telling myself to be fucking patient. A few more minutes passed in quiet, and finally I sighed impatiently, shoving my seat back and rising.

"If you don't want to fucking tell me-"

"Sit down, I'm just trying to decide the best… order of explaining everything."

I grabbed the back of my chair, pulling it up and sitting in it, leaning back and crossing my arms. I Kept my gaze locked on her.

She sighed. "This is… harder, than I expected it to be," she admitted, shifting in hear seat. "Alright. Just… let me talk all the way through before interrupting." I nodded, and she did as well, staring at the table.

"You're right, I'm not human. I'm thirty years old, and I don't look it. Alice is over a century old. Carlisle is older than that.

"Alice can see the future; she saw you running that red light the other night and getting hit by the truck. So I made sure that didn't happen. I'm basically indestructible, I did damage to the Mercedes when my head bounced around on impact. That's why Carlisle didn't need to check me over at the hospital. He knew I was fine."

She took in a deep breath. "I can smell the smoke on you from earlier. And those damn dogs," she growled, fists clenching.

"What fucking dogs?" I asked, raising a disbelieving brow.

She glared impatiently. "It's complicated. Yes, you weren't near any dogs, but then again, you were." She eyed me. "You ran into the Quileutes." When I nodded my agreement, she said, "Some of them are werewolves of a sort. The boy you caught a ride with was, and he was outside your house wanting to tear me to shreds."

Her story was insane, but just the thought of the threat to her made anger simmer under my skin.

She shrugged lightly. "They stink like a dirty, wet dog. They think we smell sickly sweet. They're our enemies, and we their's." Then she met my eyes squarely. "I'm a vampire, Edward."

I snorted and scoffed. "Really? Show me your fucking fangs."

She shook her head slowly. "Not like that. I can go to church, touch crosses and silver and a stake can't even penetrate my skin. I don't burst into flames in the sun. I don't have fangs. Just really sharp teeth," she added, bearing them in a feral grin. I shuddered lightly.

"My family and I made a choice, however," she continued after a moment. "Most of our kind feed from humans and they kill when they feed. If they don't, the venom from our teeth burns through a victim's body and changes them into one of us. But we chose not to kill people. We feed from the wildlife around here." Her lips quirked. "Em loves grizzlies, for instance. It is what makes our eyes this golden color. Black means hungry. Red means they feed on people," she finished darkly.

"This is fucking insane," I muttered, shoving back my chair and holding my hands up. "Or a fuckin joke. Just get out-"

"You were a little older than four," she said quietly, a note of sadness in her voice. I froze, eyes locking on her. She was staring at the tabletop, completely still. "We had pizza for dinner and watched your new movie. I was reading you Peter Pan."

My heart was pounding in my chest, my mind blank in disbelief. I was having trouble processing what she was saying.

"I had you promise to stay hidden in the closet when I heard the noises downstairs. Then I went to your parents' room to call the police. I was… scared senseless, but when I slipped back into your room to find you gone… that's when I grew truly terrified. When I saw that man hit you…" Her eyes bled to black. "I wanted to bash his brains in, but instead hit his friend, cause he was closer. I thought my heart would stop when he pointed that gun at you." She dropped her eyes, cradling her hear in her hands. "It burned when he shot me, but all I cared about was you living, you being safe. I felt so relieved when you ran out the back door. I hit the man's leg with the frying pan on the floor when he tried to follow. HE shot me again. Twice, I think. Things start getting fuzzy then. He ran off after that, the cops were on their way and you were no where to be seen.

"Carlisle was one of the doctors that worked on me. He knew I wasn't going to make it, so he changed me, stealing me away to his house. Three days of hell followed."

She shook her head. "I… went into a rage when I learned the man, Markus, wasn't going to be killed for all he'd done. I don't remember all that happened, hardly anything except the look on his face when I killed him. Later, when I came back to myself, I learned it was violently." Vicious satisfaction showed in her eyes in a brief flare. "Apparently, I also leveled some nearby forest." Slowly, she lifted her eyes to mine, the pain in them easily visible. "I'm so sorry Edward. If I could somehow fix the past so you didn't suffer, I would. I'm so sorry."

I stared at her. "You're telling me… you're fucking telling me you're that Bella."

She nodded, her eyes worried looking.

"Because you're a vampire."

Again, she nodded, eyes tightening in anxiety.

"Is this a fucking joke?" I hissed angrily.

Despair lit her eyes, and she slumped down in defeat. "I know it's hard to believe, but-"

"I don't know how the fuck you found all that shit out-"

"Please," she said quickly. "I'll prove it. Ask me anything, and I'll answer it. I swear."

I eyed her, thinking back to that night, which was so fucking different from the way I usually shied away from the memories. I stared at her, hard, wanting to believe but at the same time, not.

"There's nothing you can say to prove it. Because it's fucking impossible."

Before I registered what was happening, she was in front of me. "I'll prove it," her voice purred silkily. And then I felt cold hands grip me and we were up in my room. I stumbled slightly, cursing. She stared at me, then dashed out the window. I headed towards it, but within just a few steps, her voice spoke from behind me.

"Over here, Edward Anthony."

I whipped around, and she raised a brow. "Believe me now?"

"What the fuck-"

She sighed impatiently. "I told you. I'm not human." We stared at each other for a long time. "So?" she asked softly. "What are you going to do about it?"

I shook my head. "I have no fucking clue."

I didn't. It all made sense, yet seemed to impossible. Bella left - Alice had been waiting in her car out in front of my house for who knew how long. The rest of my weekend was spent at home. At one point, I went to the only fucking diner in Forks because I was tired of the shitty food that I could cook, and when I came back, my room looked like nothing had ever fucking happened. Of course, I also couldn't find any of my weed or other less benign drugs. I spent a good half hour cursing, searching for my cigs, before I found them in my other coat's pockets, where I had left them. At least them left me fucking something.

My parents came back on Monday, but I avoided them, which probably hurt Mom's fucking feelings, but I couldn't face them while wondering if I was insane or if vampires were fucking nonfiction. And if they were, I couldn't face them just yet knowing that Bella wasn't dead. She was walking around my school and freakin' indestructible. No more worries about bullets for her.

I drove to school on Tuesday, and stomped my way to class, glaring at Alice as she tried to say something to me. She paused, tilting her head, then shrugged, smirking deviously. My gut twisted uneasily at the look, but I shrugged it off and sat my ass down in my seat.

I went through the motions of the day, oddly anxious to see Bella. I hadn't decided if I was insane or she was telling the truth, and that whole kissing her issue didn't help matters much. Part of me was almost scared of what she'd say or do, but another part was eager to see her again, to be near her for any reason.

I was such a fucking douche.

I entered the cafeteria, glancing around and noting that Bella wasn't in there yet. After grabbing a bunch of random ass shit for my lunch, I glanced around, pondering where to sit. I had just decided to go sit at a table that had barely anyone at it near the Cullen table when Jessica latched herself on my arm. I sent a disgruntled glare down at her, which the bitch ignored.

"Hi, Edward." She basically rubbed herself along my side, and I grimaced in disgust. "We should get together again. Maybe do a little more than the other night…."

"Back off, Jess."

I couldn't stop the smug grin that pulled up my lips at her obviously jealous tone. Bella was standing to my other side, arms crossed and glaring daggers at the much shorter Jessica.

She glared back at Bella. "What do you want?" she snapped.

Bella raised a brow and stepped closer, getting in Jessica's face. Jess leaned back, but didn't let go of my arm. "I want you to let go of him. He's not yours."

"He's not yours either, bitch," Jessica said, voice wavering just slightly.

Bella smirked, pulling back slightly, and then her lips were brushing against my cheek, cold but leaving a trail of blistering fire. I quickly tilted my head and caught her mouth with mine. I wasn't sure if I actually took her by surprise - I'd seen how fucking fast she could move - but she definitely acted like it, drawing in a sharp breath and tensing.

Jessica yanked my arm, and I broke away from Bella's sweet mouth to glare at Jessica. "What?" I snapped irritably.

She was staring at me wide eyed and slack jawed, and I huffed in impatience.

"Get lost, Jessica." I yanked my arm from her slackened grip and turned towards Bella. I wanted nothing more than to just wrap my arms around her waist and haul her against me for more of what we had been doing, but she had put distance between us.

Her head tilted towards her table. "Come on."

I followed after her, ignoring all the fucking whispers from the gossipmongers, and sat down, examining each person at the table.

Emmett grinned, and clapped my shoulder, making me jerk forward slightly. "Hey! Welcome to the club, Masen!" He laughed like he'd told a great joke.

Alice smiled slightly. "I told them you'd believe her."

I nodded slightly, though I hadn't really acknowledged even to myself that I had decided Bella had been telling me the truth.

Rose glared at the tabletop, muttering quickly under her breath, making Bella huff and shake her head impatiently.

Jasper appeared to not care either way, just kept his arms wrapped around Alice. I had the feeling he'd do whatever she wanted, and she seemed to like me well enough.

Emmett spoke up again, a laugh in his voice. He seemed to find amusement in everything. "That was fucking hilarious what you two did to Jessica, she's gonna have serious self esteem issues now." He chuckled, shaking his head, but not like the idea bothered him.

Rose sighed and smacked him lightly upside the head, but she was also smiling slightly. To me, it seemed out of place on her face; I hadn't seen her smile, ever.

I realized as the lunch hour progressed that not one of them passed a morsel of their food into their mouths. They picked at it, tore it to shreds, or just left it sitting there, but they didn't eat it. I figured it was a….

Fuck, it sounded so insane, even in my head.

Bella didn't join in any of the conversations at the table, just slowly twirled the bottle of juice she'd grabbed between her palms. I watched her from the corner of my eyes as I ate, wondering what was going through her head.

Once I finished eating, she stood up, grabbing her tray and following me to the trash bin. I raised a brow at her, but she was staring at the floor, a furrow between her brows. Sighing, I shook my head and followed her out of the cafeteria and to Mr. Hatch's class.

Just before we walked in, I reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"What the hell's up with you?"

She frowned, tilting her head. "What do you mean?"

I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Well," I said slowly. "First you scare Jess off in the lunch room and bring me to your family's table, then you don't say a fucking word." I raised a brow pointedly. "We'll have to talk about it all at some point."

"School isn't the right place, Edward," she admonished.

I snorted. "It's two fucking periods Bella. I say we get the fuck out of here and talk it out, because there's no way any of that shit is going to make it into either of our heads."

She shook her head, pulling from my grasp easily - which was rather fucking annoying - and heading towards the door. "You're not using me as an excuse to ditch."

I snarled slightly. "Fuck, I'm not doing that. If I want to ditch, I'll do it without any reason."

She glared over her shoulder. "You shouldn't be so callous about your education, Edward." I stared at her, angry and fucking open mouthed that she was scolding me like I was still that little helpless boy.

I snapped my mouth shut and stepped right up into her space. I had to give it to her, she didn't back down, but then, what the fuck would scare a vampire?

"Your not my fucking babysitter anymore, Bella, and I'm not a child. I know what the hell my actions mean, that they have consequences. I've known that for thirteen fucking years. Ditching a few classes in school that I can ace with my eyes closed is not going to do much of anything either way. Don't treat me like a child. I'm not."

I made it halfway across campus before I had to stop to slam my fist into a wall in frustration. There were so many conflicting emotions involving her, and she didn't make this shit any easier. I had no clue what to do, and there wasn't a single soul on this planet to turn to about it.

BPOV

He'd been right - I didn't pay any attention those final two classes. I was a little too busy thinking about things I had no right thinking about. I was busy thinking about the boy's lips.

I wanted to be able to claim he'd taken me by surprise in the lunch room earlier, but I'd felt him tilt his head, known what would happen if I didn't pull away, and I'd not moved. I'd not moved until his lips burned my and sparks of fire shot to all my nerve endings and god had it all felt so wonderful.

And there in lied a problem. How could I feel something like that for him? It was so confusing.

I forced my thoughts somewhere new. It wasn't that much better of a subject, and far less enjoyable.

The Cullens couldn't find out where I'd went. Apparently, I'd decided to go for a swim at some point, and they'd lost the trial. For all any of us knew, I'd decided to speed swim to Hawaii. I couldn't remember anything at all before I was in Edward's bedroom. And most of that time was fuzzy, a blur of sounds and emotions. I remembered that stupid dog outside of the window, and I remembered how angry I was to see him near Edward. He shouldn't be anywhere near Edward. He was dangerous.

From what I understood of the treaty, Carlisle had broken it when he created me. However, he told me that it was to be kept secret. We'd tell the wolves someone else had made me, and I had joined the family. For all they could prove, it was the truth.

I also knew the idiot wolf had broken the treaty by coming into Forks. He wasn't allowed. Especially as a wolf. Which sent chills of fear through me. What had provoked them into breaking the treaty? Had they somehow discovered we'd lied to them?

Emmett always liked to share horror stories about when they first met the wolves, and incidents since then. Near misses and close calls and halfway serious fights. I understood they were dangerous, violent. Jasper often commented that he'd never felt such a pure hatred from anyone before as he had from the Quileute wolves.

Personally, I was terrified of them. Unless I was like I had been, in which case I was pretty sure I'd kick their ass and not even bat an eye over the violence. Mostly, though, I was frightened of what a fight between them and my family might mean.

And now they knew I was close to Edward. Oh, they might not have a lot of proof, and it could possibly be brushed off, but the fact of the matter was that I had been in his house, the wolf had shown up to try to be some stupid showoff, and I had acted very… territorially. They'd use that as some excuse for sure. They'd say we planned to eat Edward or something equally ridiculous.

Sure, Edward smelled great, under all the smoke and occasional drugs, but I wasn't a slathering beast like they thought of us. I could control myself, thank you very much. I hadn't even felt tempted to eat Edward when I was out of control, which said loads.

The stupid mongrels wouldn't see it like that, of course. Pigheaded bigots.

I walked out of class and to the car, only for Alice to jump up and slap the back of my head as I neared.

"Ow!" I snapped irritably. It hadn't really hurt, just stung a little. "What was that for?" I griped, rubbing the back of my head. Vicious little pixie.

She planted her hands on her hips. "Why are you pushing him away again?"

I repelled a breath out my nose as I rolled my eyes and got into the car. Alice followed right behind me, Jasper behind her. Rosalie immediately pulled out of the lot.

I rubbed my forehead with my fingers. Could vampires get headaches? I hadn't thought so, but these days, I wasn't so sure. "Alice, not now."

"Yes now." She glared. "You're screwing everything up."

I rolled my eyes again. "No, I'm not." I stated firmly.

Alice crossed her arms over her chest and intensified her glare. "Oh yes, you are. Keep up with this, and he'll start ignoring you. Everything that I've been looking forward to will fall to pieces, and tragedy will ensue like some Shakespearean play or Greek tale."

"Very dramatic," I noted dryly.

She huffed and twisted to face forward. "Family meeting when we get home."

We had to wait about an hour for the family meeting until Carlisle returned from the hospital, but then Alice demanded order and such, and we found ourselves gathered around the dining room table.

I was glaring across at Alice, Rosalie sitting next to me supportively, while Alice was glaring across at us. Two against one, and she was still rather impressive.

"Alright, Alice, what was so urgent?" Carlisle asked.

"Bella's changing the future."

I snorted, rolling my eyes, and leaned back in my chair. "It's not like I am doing it on purpose, Alice. I'm exercising my free will."

Her eyes tightened. "You're screwing up more lives than your own."

Esme spoke up then. "What do you mean, dear?"

Alice sighed, shaking her head. "I wasn't going to say anything. It's so much more fun watching it all play out without any outside influence."

Rosalie and I both snorted, and Alice's grin flashed our way.

"Okay, without undue outside influence," she chuckled. The rest of us joined in, shaking our heads in amusement.

After a few moments, Alice's grin dropped and her tone turned serious. "Bella's pushing Edward away, because she's scared and confused. I guess I can't say that for sure, but I like to think I know her well enough to be pretty accurate. If she pushes him away, she's going to live her life alone and never knowing love."

I glared. I didn't like where this was heading, and I didn't like the insinuations and implications of what she was saying. No one spoke just yet, waiting to see where Alice went with this.

"If Bella pushes Edward away, he's going to die young. From a self-induced drug overdoes."

I wasn't aware of rising, only the red mist shooting up in my mind. "He's going to kill himself?" I hissed. I wouldn't have said it was me, except I felt my lips form the words. The voice sure didn't sound like me, however.

Alice nodded, not taking her eyes off of me. "He'll kill himself and you'll live in guilt and the agony of not knowing the love that all of us have, and that will lead you to leaving us. We'll never see you again. We'll suffer from the pain of that, of wondering if we could have done something to change the course of your life. Carlisle will wonder if it wasn't better just to let you die. Esme will grieve because he is. I'll be upset I didn't stop it all from happening, and Jasper will suffer everyone's emotions plus his own. Rosalie will close off even more. Emmett will start fights with nomads because he feels ineffective in helping any of us.

"If you push Edward away, we all suffer. I've seen it. I saw it all the moment you decided not to let him any closer this afternoon. Stop fighting it Bella."

Carlisle's hand landed on my arm gently, soothingly. "Bella, sit. Nothing has happened yet, there's still time to make sure none of this occurs. Edward isn't going to do this tonight."

I sat down, forcing the red mist aside. "When?" I asked Alice.

She sighed, shaking her head. "That I don't know. Less than two years? That's all I can tell you, and I only know that because he doesn't look all that older than he does now. On the flip side, it could very well be within months."

I hissed, hands clenching around the edge of the table. The wood creaked in protest, and Esme gently chided me. I let it go, clenching my hands into fists in my lap. Rosalie reached over and clasped one in her hand, squeezing. A silent show of support.

I looked over at her. "I… I don't know what to do." I admitted.

Rosalie nodded, smiling sadly. "No one ever does, unless they're Alice. I had the choice of letting Emmett die or saving him. I chose to save him. Carlisle could have let you, or me, or Esme, or even Emmett pass on to whatever lies after this. He chose to make himself a family and give us this life. Any of us could have chosen a different lifestyle, to not be vegetarians. We didn't, because we don't want to be monsters. Alice could have chosen not to follow those visions when she first woke up, and then she'd not be here, but she did, because she knew she wanted this future. Jasper could have stayed with that bitch Maria, but he didn't, because he knew he wouldn't live much longer down there, and wouldn't want to. Everyone makes choices Bella, but it doesn't mean we ever know what to do. That's why it's a choice. We have to decide what we think is the best course of action."

I dropped my head into my hands, and Rosalie released my hand to rub between my shoulders. I leaned over and rested my head on her shoulder.

The rest of the family quietly got up, leaving just the two of us sitting there. Jasper sent a wave of peace at me, but it didn't do much to quell the discordant emotions swirling inside of me.

"If I…. If I don't push him away, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself," I admitted in a soft whisper that wouldn't carry beyond Rosalie.

She sighed, pressing a comforting kiss to my forehead, and I lifted my head up. "I could see that at lunch today. Neither of you could stop looking at the other."

I shook my head slowly. "But… isn't it wrong? Shouldn't it be wrong?"

She chewed her lips, eyes contemplating, thoughtful. "When I found Emmett, I would have been twenty were I still human. He was twenty. So I can't say I relate to the issue you're facing. But Alice and Jasper have several decades separating them. And Carlisle and Esme have over two centuries. You're still… young to this life, still so new to it. Age still has an important role to you. And I suppose the fact that you knew him when he was a child makes it even more difficult to bypass."

I nodded. "I feel like a pervert," I admitted.

Rosalie snickered, and I couldn't help but grin slightly.

"You just have to realize…. He's not a kid anymore, Bells. He's basically the same age as you. You can't move past what's holding you back and making you push him away until you let go of the fact that you knew him as a little boy. He's not a little boy anymore Bella, and you're not human. Are you always going to be alone because you'll forever look younger than those who are your age, but forever be older than those you'd physically fit in with? You can't have it both ways. Years and years from now, are you going to be able to live with the fact that you might have very well pushed away the one person who could make you feel like Emmett makes me feel, all because you were concerned about something that doesn't apply to you any longer?"

She was quiet for a moment, just meeting my stare, not judging, or harsh, or even pitying. Just staring. "Think about it. When you can safely answer that question, you'll have your answer in what to do."

She got up and walked away, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

It was well after midnight when I found myself standing outside of his house. His bedroom light was on, and the window was open. I could see the retched smoke drifting out, and his shadowy form just to the side of the window frame. Sighing, I bent down and grabbed a pebble, then threw it with precision into his room.

I listened as he grumbled a curse, stepping over to pick up the little rock, then glaring out the window into the dark. When his gaze landed on me, it tightened even more, and he frowned.

"Bella?" he muttered, obviously to himself, but I could hear him clearly.

I nodded, waving because he wouldn't hear me unless I spoke loudly, and I wasn't about to chance waking his parents up. It was enough that he knew the truth; they didn't need to know it also.

He closed his window, and I listened as he walked down the stairs to the front of the house. When he opened his front door, I was standing there, waiting. He shook his head, his hair brushing with a soft slithering sound against his skin.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting some fucking sleep or something."

I shrugged, uncomfortable that I was actually uncomfortable and nervous talking with him. It didn't help that he was shirtless, and my eyes kept flashing back to his sculpted chest and the ink imprinted into his skin. "I can't sleep. I mean, vampires. We don't sleep. Ever."

"Don't eat, either," he noted, and I nodded.

"Sounds fucked up." The bland statement made my lips quirk into a smile, and I shrugged, not speaking either way.

"What did you want?"

I took a deep breath, resisting the urge to scrunch my nose against the chemical stench of the cigarette smoke that club to him like an oily, gas-skin. "I…"

He raised a brow, obviously rather bemused by my inability to find the words for all that was rushing through me, creating this cacophony of emotions I couldn't control.

So I showed him instead.

His hands slid around my waist immediately, hauling me up against his bare chest, and I shivered at the warmth that seeped from him and into me. His mouth was hungry, wanting this as much as I did, and I think I might have whimpered when his tongue brushed my lips, tracing the outline of my bottom one.

I ran my fingers along the sides of his jaw, the angles of it so… intriguing. He broke away for a few seconds that felt like ages to me to draw in some needed air, and then his lips were back, even more desperate, and he was turning around. I was lost to the drugging haze of kissing him, having his scent surround me and his warmth encase me, and I let him control where we went.

He backed me up against the door, his hands sliding down to my hips and pulling me closer, up against his own and a part of my mind felt shock and a slight panic as I realized how much he was enjoying this. It was the small part of my mind that still worried over the fact that I'd known him when he was a boy, but I'd consciously decided tonight that that part was unimportant, and I silenced it.

His lips broke away from mine and trailed across my cheek, warm, moist, soft. I drew in a sharp breath and tensed in pleasure as his teeth grazed the skin below my ear, and then his tongue flicked down where my pulse would be if I still lived.

I melted back against the door. Edward chuckled, and I was very aware of the shake of his chest against mine. I trailed my fingers down his throat, stroking the pulse of his neck, the frantic rhythm of his blood, and then trailing my fingertips down his bare chest, pausing to trace the ink in his skin. It had just the slightest different texture from the rest, allowing me to follow the lines of the design without having to see it. After tracing the one over his heart, which I was pretty sure I knew the meaning of, I skimmed my fingers purposefully down each of his ribs. He shuddered.

"Fuck, do you realize what you're doing to me?" he groaned.

I couldn't help it; I grinned, shifting my hips pointedly. "Uh, yeah, Edward. I do."

He pulled away from where he'd been sucking on my collarbone to stare at me, and then he grinned. It was downright breathtaking, crooked and glorious, and for once there didn't seem to be a hint of pain in it.

"Guess you do, then."

I brought my fingers back up to the tattoo over his heart, tracing my fingers over it, watching them do so.

"Why?" I asked.

He took a deep breath; I could feel the expansion of his lungs, the slightly quickened beat of his heart under my fingertips. "Because I always wanted to remember when my heart broke."

I looked up at him, wishing I could take away the years of pain.

He smiled slightly sardonically down at me. "Bella beautiful; I had always thought you were back then, but I didn't know anything. You're nothing like you are now."

"Vampire trait," I whispered.

He shook his head, keeping those green eyes locked on mine. "No. A Bella trait."

Then he kissed me again.

Assward: Yeah, ladies, I'm THAT fucking irresistible. Even our dear IG was having troubles keeping her hands and eyes to herself while locked away with me the past two days.

IG: HEY! Stop spreading lies, Assward. I kept my hands ALL to myself.

Assward: Not in your mind.

IG: That's COMPLETELY irrelevant. And different. And, and... fuck, stop SMIRKING at me like that!

Assward: grins Like what?

IG: grumbles Go jump in a lake.

Assward: grins, pulls off shirt, flexing his muscles while he does so Hey, you're the boss.

IG: ... Uh.... Reviewers get to go swimming with Edward. follows, eyes glued to his back, licking her lips