What Happens In Vegas

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, sadly, just the plot. The specific medical information in this chapter was derived from and is also not mine. I don't own the movies either.

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Chapter Ten: Wanting

EPOV

I had no idea what to expect when Jessica called me to admissions in the ER. It wasn't that I didn't spend all evening with the patients that ventured in, but they rarely called me to the desk. I also avoided it because that was where Tanya spent most of her free time. I hurried out there, thinking it was a true emergency that couldn't wait for triage when I saw her. The look on her face was a cross between disbelief and amusement and she obviously hadn't seen me yet. Tanya was leaning close to her from across the desk, so I surmised that she was getting an earful. Part of it was spite since it seemed that Tanya was trying to mess with my life again and part of it was sheer joy at seeing Bella here, but I hurried to her and caught her in a tight hug. She fit so perfectly in my arms and that same electricity I noticed last weekend sparked wherever our bodies touched. She came all the way down to the hospital to bring me dinner and hadn't brought any for herself, but she stayed and talked with me while I ate.

I couldn't stop myself from touching and kissing her. She was like a drug to me and I was enjoying every minute of it, despite the fact that it was a huge departure from my normal behavior. If I kissed Tanya once a day, it was considered frequent, but she never made me feel the way Bella did. With Tanya, and all of the other girls I dated, everything was done with the expectation of something in return. So far, Bella and I just seemed to do things for each other for no other reason than because we wanted to do something nice. That could always change, I knew, but I suspected that it wouldn't. That and a simple touch from Bella made my body and my mind come alive.

I cleared my thoughts as I made it back to the ER and grabbed the first patient file. According to the notes in the chart, there was a four-year old girl inside with a fever of 102.3. She had an odd rash around her head and neck and had cold-like symptoms. According to her parents, she had been sick for over a week. I stepped inside and took in the well-dressed couple with worried expressions and the listless little girl on the table.

"Good evening, I'm Dr. Cullen," I introduced myself. "Can you run through for me what is going on with Lauren?"

The mother launched into the story without any additional preamble. "About a week ago, Lauren came home from pre-school with a cough and a runny nose. We kept her hydrated and resting since we figured it was just a cold. Then, her fever spiked up to 103.5. I called her pediatrician and he advised giving her fluids and to bring her in if she didn't get better in a couple of days. On Monday, I took her in because she wasn't getting any better and he said she had strep throat and put her on antibiotics. I hate giving her medicine but he felt it was necessary. Now, she still isn't better and she has this rash. My husband keeps saying it's just a heat rash but she normally gets those on her back and stomach, not her face." She took a deep breath when she finished and pleaded to me with her eyes.

"Did her doctor take a throat swap to confirm the strep?" I asked.

"No, he said he could tell by the blisters in her mouth," her mom answered defensively.

Something was nagging at me and I looked back into the file as if it held some answers. The triage nurse, Betty, had taken a very thorough history, and I examined it with interest. "I don't see her shot records here. When did she have her last vaccinations?"

The father bristled and his tone was cold and business-like when he answered me. "We do not believe in vaccinations. They are full of harmful substances that can cause irreparable harm to our child and we refuse to allow that." This speech was one that he had obviously given many times.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Mallory, I have to disagree with you as a medical professional. There is no scientific evidence that vaccinations are harmful. On the contrary, I believe that your daughter's lack of vaccination has led to her current illness and will probably lead to several more." I walked over to Lauren and helped her sit up. I listened carefully to her lungs as she coughed deeply and performed a full examination. I made a few notes on her chart and closed it with a snap. Self-righteous parents that made decisions about their children's health based on media reports always made me angry and this couple was no exception.

"What's wrong with her?" Mrs. Mallory asked in a small and worried voice.

"I'm going to order a blood test to confirm it, but she has the measles," I answered.

"Measles? I thought measles had been eradicated in America," her father baited.

I shook my head and gave him a tight smile. "Most children in the US are protected by the vaccinations we give to them as infants with up to 99% efficacy. We are seeing a rise in these childhood diseases, though, as more and more parents opt out of the accepted medical prevention. There has been a rash of cases in the Chicago area over the last several months and I would guess that Lauren was exposed at pre-school or on the playground. Measles, in its basic form, is relatively easy to treat, and you have been doing that well. Rest, fluids, cough medicine, and fever reducer are very effective for the two weeks that it takes to run its course. Lauren has developed one of the more common complications, pneumonia. We will need to run some blood tests and take a chest x-ray to confirm it."

They looked stricken at my words and I couldn't imagine how it would feel to know I was responsible for my child's illness. Images of Bella and I sitting in the place of this couple with a little brown-haired girl in place of Lauren came into my head and I blinked rapidly. 'Children? Where the hell did that come from?'

"Will you need to admit her?" Mr. Mallory asked, much less pompous than he had been five minutes before. He sat stroking her blonde hair and holding her hand as if it were the anchor keeping him from bolting.

"It will depend on the severity of the infection in her lungs. If the pneumonia isn't too bad, we will probably set her up on a regimen of breathing treatments and stronger antibiotics that you can give her at home. She is more likely to heal faster where she is comfortable than here," I answered gently. "A nurse will be in soon to take the samples we need and we will get the x-ray ordered. You might be here awhile, though, so make yourselves comfortable." I left quickly and prayed that I would never be faced with serious illnesses in my own children. Again, the strangeness of the thought struck me. This was the first time in my life that I had ever considered fatherhood for myself and I wondered why I would start now. Was it the fact that I had gotten married? Somehow, that did not seem like enough, although it was necessary in my mind to having children. Rebecca's voice broke through my reverie as I handed her back the chart.

"What are we doing for her, doc? Isn't she the saddest little thing?"

"I certainly feel for her. I'm ordering measles tests and a chest x-ray to confirm the pneumonia. Let me know when the tests come back and we will go from there," I answered mechanically. These new thoughts in my head were leaving me confused. She murmured her consent and left to go fulfill my instructions. More patients waited for me.

Four hours later, I reviewed the charts on the desk. Lauren's measles had been confirmed and she was getting the first of her breathing treatments by the respiratory team. They would advise whether she was fit to go home after this. I had seen two children in need of stitches from bike falls, one with a severe burn from touching a hot stove, three others with various forms of influenza, one suffering from malnutrition, and one teenager with a suspected ulcer. I carefully noted all the charts and was startled when a paper cup from the cafeteria landed loudly near my hand.

"I brought you some coffee," Tanya purred in a sickly-sweet voice. "You look tired tonight."

"Thanks, Tanya. I am tired, but it's one in the morning, so I guess I should be," I answered honestly. I tried not to antagonize her because I knew that she had been very upset when I had made the end of our relationship official and we still had to work together on occasion.

"Is your sister still getting married soon?" Tanya and Alice had not gotten along well and I supposed I should have paid more attention to that early on. Alice was a good judge of character and intentions and she always thought Tanya's motives left a lot to be desired.

"Yes, in about three weeks. It will be nice to get home; I haven't been since Christmas," I responded in a friendly tone.

Without warning, the biting tone in Tanya's voice was back and she smirked at me, "Are you taking your new girl home to meet Carlisle and Esme?"

My new girl. The words echoed in my head and I smiled involuntarily. "Actually, she already knows them quite well. She's Alice's best friend and maid of honor."

"Oh, well isn't that convenient," she bit back with sarcasm. "This one will get the Cullen family seal of approval. It doesn't matter, though. You'll get tired of this girlfriend just like the rest of us." My family had never warmed to Tanya, and while my mom tried to be kind, it didn't escape her notice. The nastiness in her tone and her words didn't escape my notice either. There was nothing I could say truthfully that would make her less angry so I chose to stay quiet and ruminate on the new question her words raised to me. How was I supposed to introduce Bella to people? Girlfriend didn't really seem to fit and lover was laced with innuendo that I wasn't sure we were ready for. Wife was… too much. I made a mental note to talk to Bella about it tonight. Tanya took my silence as affirmation of her words and she smirked at me and walked off, swaying her hips in what she thought was a seductive manner. To me, it looked like she was limping.

I spent the rest of my shift treating mostly minor injuries and illnesses, sprinkled with a car accident and a few broken bones. When 2:00 rolled around, I was tired and ready to get out of here. The nurses on the day shift had made me a cake, since it was my last day of ER rotation at Children's for awhile and they wished me luck.

With my alarm set, I laid down and slept for a couple of hours. Images of Bella floated through my dreams. In some of them, she was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress; in others, she was playing on the floor of what I distantly recognized as my apartment with smaller versions of the two of us. In all of them, there was the same overwhelming sense of comfort and happiness that I felt every time I was near Bella. It had only been a week and she had turned my world on its axis. Instead of feeling off-kilter, though, I felt as if I was standing straight for the first time in my life. When the alarm went off at 4:30pm, I jumped out of bed, showered, changed and got ready for our first official date. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I grabbed a movie from my collection and practically ran from my apartment.

On a whim, I stopped by the liquor store on my way to her apartment for some wine. Since I didn't know what we were having, I grabbed a bottle of my favorite Lambrusco and hoped it would work. I also thought about getting her flowers, but I didn't want to be late and I didn't really know where I was going. My GPS pointed me to a building only a few blocks away from the hospital. I knew I was almost a half-hour early, but I couldn't wait anymore. I barely noticed the old-fashioned but well-kept décor in the entry way as I dashed up the stairs to the 3rd floor. A rich, garlic and herb smell filled the hallway and my mouth was watering in anticipation. 'Please let this be coming from her kitchen,' I thought to myself, as I knocked on the door.

Muffled bangs, scrapes and low oaths came from the other side of the door before Bella chimed, "just a minute!" I shuffled my feet and rubbed my palms on my slacks. For the first time since high school, I was nervous over a girl. The door flung open and Bella stood before me, a vision of loveliness as she slipped on her shoe.

"Oh! Edward, you're early!" she said breathlessly. "Come on in!"

"I hope it's not a problem," I responded. "I wasn't sure where you lived and didn't want to be late. And I brought some wine to go with dinner." I was babbling like a school girl. Great. The smell from the hallway was heavier in here and I breathed deeply.

"Of course not," she said as she took the wine. "Dinner's not going to be ready for a bit, though. Would you like the grand tour while we wait?" I nodded and followed her into the kitchen. Her appliances were older, like the building, but seemed to be in good working order as they were all in use. There was a pan in the oven, visible only in the oven light and a loaf of bread sat covered in a basket on the counter. The refrigerator was white and had several notes held up by magnets tacked to it. The cabinets were painted white and someone had put up a border with apples around the walls. The counter tops were black-flecked laminate. Her wooden kitchen table stood on the opposite wall from the oven. She had put candles in the middle of the table and had already set two places across from each other. Bella busied herself finding wine glasses and setting them with the wine next to one of the candles.

"So, this is the kitchen and dining area," she said and she sounded as nervous as I felt. "Dinner is in the oven and should be ready in about 15 minutes." On a whim, I took her hand and she noticeably relaxed and smiled. She tugged on my arm and led me back the way we came in to the living room. There was a small table by the door that held some mail and her keys. Another table on the opposite side held a small plant of some sort. A large, off-white couch sat across from her TV and entertainment center and a wooden coffee table sat in the middle. She also had a cushiony oversized chair completing the grouping.

Bookshelves full of books lined the back wall.

"This is my living room slash study. I do most of my work when I'm at home sitting in that chair," she told me.

"I like it. It's very you. Comfortable and homey, I think," I said thoughtfully. She raised her eyebrow and I grinned back. We walked on through the living room and down a short hallway. There was a door on the right where the hallway turned to the left.

"Bathroom," she said shortly, flicking on the light so I could see a small water closet decorated in shades of beige. We peeked in the next door, which she said was a guest room that she never got around to "making pretty." There was a bed, nightstand and a mirror with dresser, all in a lightly colored wood. A home-made quilt covered the bed in concentric rings. She seemed a little timid as I followed her to the end of the hallway and she flicked on the light to reveal a room with off-white carpet, dark oak wood furniture and a queen-sized bed covered in a dark purple duvet. I slipped my arms around her waist and lightly pulled her back to my chest.

"And this is my room," she said unnecessarily in a whisper. I kissed her temple and she let out deep sigh. My mind went straight to the gutter. I was holding my girl while picturing her laid out on her bed, hair flowing out over the white pillows underneath while I made love to her. Her giggle brought me back to reality and I recognized that not only was I rock hard, I was pressing myself into her back. A buzzer went off from somewhere in the other room and I was thankful for the interruption. I stepped aside to let her pass and adjusted myself.

When I finally joined her in the kitchen, she was dishing out slices of lasagna onto each of our plates and garnishing it with garlic bread. She smiled at me and her eyes twinkled.

"Bella, I…" I started to say, but she cut me off with a smile and a wave.

"Can you pour the wine? Thanks for bringing it, by the way, it's perfect," she said happily. I did as she asked and held out her chair for her as she sat down.

"This looks and smells delicious. Thank you so much for dinner. You don't have to feed me all the time you know," I offered. "Not that I'm complaining!"

"You're welcome," she replied simply. "Besides, someone has to take care of you and I guess that's my job. They also say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach too," she said then clamped her hand over her mouth and flushed a bright red.

I just laughed gently. "You're doing a good job as far as I'm concerned. What do they say is the way to a woman's heart?"

"Um, huh. I don't think they did!"

"Damn, can't make it easy on a guy, can they?" I teased her back. Truthfully, I did want to know the answer to that question because she was quickly becoming the focus in my life and I was pretty sure I wanted to be that for her too.

"Nah, we women are too complicated. How was your shift?" she asked conversationally.

I told her briefly about each of the cases I had covered throughout the night between bites. Then, I focused on the parents that were too naïve to take care of their only child and how angry it made me. I got a little carried away and told her that I couldn't imagine taking that kind of risk with our child. When I realized what I said, I just closed my eyes and hoped she hadn't caught my slip. When I opened my eyes, I knew I hadn't been that lucky. I seemed determined to make an ass out of myself on our first real date.

She eyed me speculatively and took a deep breath before she spoke, "How many kids do you want?"

Whatever I was expecting to come out of her perfect mouth, it wasn't that. I just gaped at her like a codfish. I finally found my voice and responded weakly, "Uh, two or three, I guess. I'd never really thought about it before today."

"You work around children all the time. What was different about today?" she asked in interest.

"You," I answered honestly.

"Oh," she said, looking crestfallen. "You mean this situation?" motioning between us with her hand.

I hated that she looked so unhappy and I wasn't sure if my honesty was going to fix it, but I had to try and I had to tell her the truth. "No, Bella. Not this situation, just you. I think about you all the time and I find myself imagining a future with our family in it. I've never done that before, period. It's been a week, Bella and now I don't want to think of my life without you in it. All that, and I don't even know how to introduce you to my colleagues." Unfortunately, some of my frustration leaked into my speech at the end. Luckily for me, she laughed.

"I wondered about that yesterday, too. I asked Mike and Eric what I should make for dinner and when they asked who I was making it for, I didn't know what to tell them," she admitted.

"Yeah, girlfriend seems a little…" I started.

"Early stage?" she offered with a depreciating smile.

"Something like that." I returned her smile with one of my own. "And lover seems a little forward and presumptuous at this point." She laughed and it reached her eyes. My heart soared.

"Significant other is just stuffy," she added while sipping the wine. "Do you have any other suggestions?"

"I'm all out of ideas. Frankly, I was hoping you would have something."

"I don't know. You're just my… Edward."

And there it was again, that happiness explosion in my body. I moved before I was even aware of it and I was next to her chair. "I think I like the sound of that," I said with as much emotion as I could muster and pressed my lips to hers.

BPOV

"I think I like the sound of that." Those words in that husky voice rang in my head and the kiss… I wouldn't have been surprised to find that someone had let off fireworks in my kitchen because I could see the explosions on my eyelids. He could do things to me with a simple kiss that Jake and Dennis, my childhood boyfriends, or Snyder, my college boyfriend, had never been able to come close to. How could I feel this way after only a week? Eventually, our lips parted and Edward leaned his forehead onto mine, both of us panting heavily. His eyes were closed and he wore that perfect crooked grin that I loved so much. For all that he looked like a model, it felt right to have him here with me in my kitchen.

He pulled back and looked at the plates. "Are you finished or would you like some more? Lasagna, that is," he added with a smirk.

"Oh no, I'm done," I assured him and stood to clear the table.

"Allow me, please," he said. "You cooked it, I'll clean it up. Just tell me where the soap is and we will be good to go."

"Just stick the plates and utensils in the dishwasher. I will run it tomorrow sometime," I said off-handedly as I put the rest of the meal in the refrigerator. As soon as I shut the door, he spun me around and pinned me against it. His eyes were darkened and a little wild.

"I didn't get to tell you how wonderful dinner was. That was the best meal I've had in a long time. Remind me to thank Mike and Eric for choosing so wisely." His voice was quieter and deeper than normal.

"Actually, they picked fried chicken and pot roast," I confessed. "But I really wanted to make you some Italian food, so I ignored them."

He hummed and captured my lips again, but only for a moment. "You are going to spoil me, Isabella."

Fire shot through my body when he said my name like that and I was aware that the burning was settling in my groin. I knew that I had to extricate myself from this situation and soon if we had any hope of containing ourselves tonight. It was getting harder and harder to remember why that was so important to do. "Which movie do you want to watch first?" I squeaked. 'Nice, Bella, imitate a mouse. There's a way to win him over!'

He seemed to understand my need for distraction as he straightened up and took a step back. Edward ran his fingers through his hair and then ran his hand over his face. "Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean, shit, it's just really hard to control myself around you sometimes."

"You're not the only one," I muttered. "What did you bring?"

"Quantum of Solace," he said with a grin. "You can't go wrong with Bond, James Bond!"

"Mmm. Good choice! Shall we get started? With movie night, I mean," I amended quickly as the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes sparkled. I moved into the living room, grabbed the movie off the coffee table and put it into the DVD player. I mentally debated where to sit on the couch. I didn't want to sit too far away from him and give him the wrong impression, but on the other hand, I knew that if I sat next to him, we would never watch the movie at all. I was just too attracted to him to be able to pay attention and I didn't trust myself not to attack him. In the end, I decided to sit near the right arm rest, in front of the TV with my legs tucked up next to me. Edward sat near the other arm rest, slipped off his shoes and rested his long legs on the coffee table.

"Is this okay?" he asked politely.

"Sure," I said with a shrug. We just stared at each other for a few minutes with a slightly uneasy tension settling in the air. I wrenched my eyes away from his and fumbled with the remote. I couldn't figure out how to make the movie start because I was just so flustered. He was patient, though, and when I finally got it working, we were both spellbound. James Bond raced through some Italian streets with bullets whizzing past him and cars flew off cliffs. With every bang and explosion, I jumped and unconsciously moved closer to Edward. I watched with interest as they interrogated someone during a festival. The shooting started suddenly again and I nearly came off the couch. Edward chuckled beside me softly. By the time the chase scene culminated with Bond and another guy falling through a glass ceiling, I had moved most of the way down the couch. It wasn't even fifteen minutes into the movie and I had almost completely erased the distance between us.

Edward reached out his arm, slid it around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "Why don't you sit over here with me?" he whispered into my ear. I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through me and I cuddled into his side. When Bond got ambushed in Haiti, I shrunk closer to Edward and he kissed the top of my head. The action was intense, but the burn in my body became more so when Edward leaned down and pressed his mouth to my temple. My body seemed to remember our passion and I tilted my head up to capture his lips with my own. He didn't move for a moment, stunned I supposed at my boldness, then, he responded with enthusiasm. Our lips moved together, his firm but yielding and I opened my mouth and sucked in his bottom lip. Edward let out a small moan that only fueled the burn that was consuming my body. His lips parted and our tongues met. They grappled for control with each other as our kiss deepened. I had no idea how long we stayed like that, me sitting next to him with my head turned toward him and Edward leaning over and down, but when we finally pulled away from each other, we were both panting and my neck was stiff.

Gun shots rang out from the television and we both turned quickly in surprise. James Bond was running through some fancy restaurant or hotel while people shot at him. I watched as he chased some guy up to the roof and let him fall off. The bad guys at the bottom shot him when he survived the fall. As the scene shifted back to headquarters, I turned back to looked at Edward. "Does he ever get a break? People have been trying to kill him all movie!"

"Not really. He kind of follows it and makes trouble wherever he goes," he laughed lightly. Edward moved his arm more firmly around me and pulled me into his lap. His eyes were dark and lust-filled. "Where were we?" he murmured. Edward slipped his other hand around the back of my neck and just into my hair, guiding my face closer to his. My eyes closed and I sighed in relief as our lips touched again. I ran my hand through his hair as he always did when he was nervous and I pulled on it a little. He groaned in response and his kisses became more frenzied. We were tugging at each other and our tongues were caressing each other frantically. I could not get close enough to the man in my arms. The hand that was around my waist tugged on the hem of my tank top and slid underneath. His hand was cool against the overheated skin of my lower back and I relaxed further into him. Edward rubbed his hand lightly and slowly back and forth and our kiss slowed with his pace. Frantic need was replaced with passionate sensuality. My hands moved through his bronze locks of their own accord and I could feel the silky strands sliding through my fingers. This was, by far, the best kiss of my life.

It ended without aplomb, just a breaking apart for air. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes while he tried to control his breathing. It was a beautiful sight to behold. When he opened his eyes, he stared at me then, with furrowed brow, stared at the movie. I turned to see what had captured his attention and saw a shirtless James Bond slip onto the bed, behind a lovely redhead. When he started kissing her naked back and shoulders tenderly, Edward groaned and flipped me onto my back on the couch. He held his weight above me with his muscular arms while looking at me, searching for an answer to an unspoken question.

"Bella, I…" he whispered uncertainly. I cut him off by pulling him back down to me and silencing him with another kiss.

His returning kiss was so restrained that I broke away immediately and held my hand to his cheek. His expression was so torn. "Edward, if you don't want this," I started. My chest was constricting painfully and I could feel the familiar prickle of tears in my eyes.

The expression on my face must have betrayed my inner turmoil because Edward ducked his head and captured my lips in a short, chaste kiss. Edward's voice sounded strained when he replied, "No, Bella, don't. It's not that that I don't want this, want you, because I do. More than you can possibly imagine. It's just that I'm not sure, if we keep going, that I'm going to be able to stop." He dropped his forehead against mine, closed his eyes and took a series of really deep breaths. In the background, something exploded and we both turned our heads to see some building in the middle of the desert exploding in bursts. The scenes shifted between Bond fighting the same guy he had been chasing all movie and a girl fighting a fat man in a military uniform. When they both fought off their attackers and Bond shielded her from the raging fire, Edward turned back to me and his eyes reflected the fire from the television and it highlighted the fire burning behind it. It matched the intensity of my own. He no longer hesitated and our lips crashed together.

I brought my hands up his back and underneath his cotton shirt, massaging the taut muscles in his back. His shoulders arched up in pleasure and his mouth moved from mine. He kissed up my jaw line and found a spot underneath my ear that made me squirm and moan in desire. He sucked on my neck lightly and laid a little more weight on my body. Edward shifted his weight to his left arm and ran his right hand up my side. His thumb brushed the outside of my breast and I couldn't stop the moan from escaping. I could feel his already large erection, pressing against my abdomen, grow even longer and harder. My reaction spurred him on and he palmed my breast and squeezed it gently.

"God, baby, you feel so good," he groaned into my neck, where he was still kissing and sucking. He rolled my peaked nipple between his long fingers and I shivered in appreciation. He just chuckled and caressed me more. I slid my hand down his back and grabbed his firm ass. He bucked his hips and ground into me. My other hand left his back and tangled into his hair. He once again found my lips with his and we made out while grinding into each other. My panties were wet with want. Somewhere, in my lust and fog-filled brain, the thought that we had been married a week today occurred to me. I smiled against his lips and he pulled back slightly, searching my eyes.

"What is it, baby?"

"Just thinking," I whispered huskily with a smile.

"About?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Marrying you a week ago," I said with a grin. His responding grin was blinding and his mouth crashed to mine with fervor. An urgent banging on my front door brought us to a crashing halt. Edward looked at me in confusion and I shook my head. The pounding continued and Edward heaved himself off me with reluctance. The movie was over and the menu played on the television screen.

"I guess we'll have to watch that one again some time," I joked as I hastily straightened my clothes. "I didn't get to see much of it."

Edward smiled back at me and kissed me again. The pounding on the door continued but the intensity lessened.

"Bella, Bella, please answer the door," a choked voice called out.

I looked at Edward in alarm and rushed over the door. I swung it open to reveal one of my best friends leaning against it, crying and looking disheveled.

"Oh, my God, Rose," I cried. "What happened?"

So, what do you think? Care to tell me about one of your first dates?