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This chapter's Recommendation:

"Boycotts and BarFlies" by vjgm

Summary : AU Everyone is Human and living in Portland. The girls decide to boycott boys and the guys make a bet to keep them from dating the 'wrong kind of girls' what happens when they all stop looking for love? ExB, JxA, RxEm

P.S...this is a great story, lots of laughs and smexxxi times...^^


Here's Your Chapter...

Belongs to Stephanie Meyer

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Everyone was talking about the crazy heat waves from last night, mostly consisting of girls complaining about how they woke up to find their hair all frizzed, and taking an extra amount of time this morning to fix their hair. Pshh, girls.

The boys on the other hand, were busy trying to come up with an explanation on how the heat waves happened, but ended up cracking jokes about it being extra hot when they were with their girlfriends's last night.

Alice and Jasper weren't here yet, Alice's porsche was in the body shop for the yearly paint job so Jasper had to drive her to school for the rest of the week, until the weekend. I could clearly see Rosalie and Emmet in the back of his jeep, the windows were starting to fog, so I wasn't going to go there either. Emmet needed some tinted windows. Bella was no where to be seen, not that I was surprised or anything. She had been practically avoiding me since yesterday's bathroom fun.

I really had nothing to talk about, unless counting that I'm really confused over what went down between me and Bella in the bathroom yesterday at school or that Alice basically knows close to everything that's also going on between me and Bella. We needed to talk about a few things, or in less words, I needed to do some talking and she needed to listen, if she wants it or not. I wasn't going to let some bathroom slip up–quite literally–mess our friendship up and maybe special relationship that might be on the brink of the horizon.

I had to fix this, and quick. I could, I would do that only if I knew where Bella was.

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"Bella, wait up!" I was walking on the sidewalk outside to make it on time to my first class that I had with Bella. I skipped lunch in hurry, because I was going bat shit with how I would approach her. I've known her, practically my whole life and I was freaking out about sitting next to her and saying hi. I felt like such a little pansy, talking to his first crush.

Those thoughts flew out of my head when I saw Bella treading slowly towards her stupid rusty red truck. The one thing she could never part with was her stupid truck. No matter how many times her father and I have persuaded her to give it up and find another vehicle, she just won't budge, way too stubborn for her own good. That was besides the point, she looked up at me shocked that I was standing across the street from her, for some reason she started walking faster towards her truck, or as fast as her small legs could carry her. I don't think so.

Knowing my legs were much longer and faster than her own I made it to her car just as she was opening the driver's door. "Bella stop," I rested my hand firmly against the car door making sure she couldn't get in the car without turning around and looking at me.

She stood motionless in front of me, her back facing me, and her hand still clutching at the handle on the door. I slowly turned her around to face me, something was bothering her, and I was going to find out what. Her eyes were drawn closed and her head was bowed down, her hair cascading in front of her face like a shield. I rolled my eyes at her little antics and tucked the hair behind her ears and pulled her chin up so her face would be somewhat leveled with mine.

"Bella, open your eyes," She shook her head and squeezed her eyes even tighter.

I chuckled but changed my tone, "Bella...please?" I used the softest voice I could muster and by the way her eyes were starting to slowly relax, I knew I was breaking through her barrier.

She groaned but slowly opened her reluctant eyes, "I seriously hate when you do that." I grinned in amusement but it was shot down when I saw the look of sadness and confusion etched onto her face. I tucked back the fallen piece of her hair again behind her ear as the warning bell rang for classes to begin. Fuck that. Something was wrong with Bella, and I'd be damned if I didn't make her smile and make her forget her whatever problems that were affecting her like this.

"Bella, what's wrong?"

She frowned a little than tried to cheer up, please take notice of the word try; before responding, "Why would something be wrong Edward?" I raised my eyebrows, she was horrible at lying and she knew it. She huffed a little before talking again, "Ok, fine..." I grinned again, "Do you really want to know wh–"

"–Yes I do," I pressed on.

She rolled her eyes angrily, "It's you."

"Th–" What? What?

"What?" I scratched the back of my head like a retard before stepping back carefully lifting my hand away from the truck like I had just been shocked. Suddenly, I feeling conscious of everything going on. Bella's eyes widened when she saw the hurt on my face, before she rushed her step in front of me and grabbed my escaping hand and clutched it to herself.

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that, well, um, I've been thinking...about you...about us....about things." Was Bella just admitting that she has been thinking about me...about us? I started grinning again, I couldn't help it. Bella didn't look up at me at all during after she admitted what she was thinking and dare I say... she seemed a little nervous.

Why was everything becoming so hard for us, before any of this happened we were always so comfortable with one another. What changed all that, Oh yeah, I asked you to become my 'girlfriend' and I fell in love with you, that's what.

She continued on, "...and I've been thinking that maybe, if you're alright with it that..." She looked up cautiously at me, her hands still holding onto my hand, "... that maybe we could stop... pretending?...and just go with the flow?" She seemed to be struggling with what she wanted to say to me, and I was feeling, what was I feeling?

I smiled softly at her cuteness and wrapped my hands warmly around hers, "I'd like that." I don't know how I spoke so fucking calmly because I was screaming and yelling like a little girl on the inside, and I really didn't care. I was mother fucking happy, for fuck's sake! The girl of my dreams has just asked me to stop pretending with her and get real. Get Real. I would get as real as she wants me to get.

I think my love for grew that extra bit when she blushed her strawberry red. I was already planning our wedding...okay I didn't get that far... just to the engagement.

"Let's go."

Bella looked confused, "For a drive." That was the first thing I could think of. Just on the whim, I felt careless.

Bella looked even more confused and a little amused, "It's the middle of the school day, you're skipping."

I rolled my eyes, "You were skipping first, and I followed you. Swan, you're a bad influence."

Bella laughed and raised her eyebrows, "Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend Edward who obsessed about school and his marks?"

"Fuck him. We're going for a drive, and some lunch. I'm hungry." We both grinned and sped off in her stupid rusty red truck to the local diner, I noticed her confusion was thankfully gone, but her sadness wasn't forgotten.

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Author Note:

Okay, this was pretty short again, but I'll update earlier this time, because I already have my next chapter ready to edit and publish. So, no worries there. Why is Bella feeling sad? Shouldn't she be happy?

Thanks for reading folks.

Have you ever planned your wedding with someone that you have a crush on?