I hope this is good... I'm not feeling well since I threw up today, but I honestly tried my best. So go easy on me, okay :) I promise I'll do better next time, and I'll update Bella's Thirst tomorrow, for any of you who read it. I only have enough energy for one today.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or anything in it/from it.

Edward's Point of View

Bella's lips were softer than I'd imagined, and we sat there with out lips were pressed together for an indefinite amount of time. It was dizzying, with her arms around my neck and fisted in my hair. I'd daydreamed of moments like this, but the reality was so much better.

When we finally broke apart, Bella's eyes were glazed over, and I'm sure mine were the same. I could feel the relaxed, dazed expression on my face.

"That was…" I began, trailing off. Words wouldn't describe it.

"…Amazing." We both sighed, and then glanced at each other. The moment broke when we both laughed.

I lay back down, and she did the same. This time, however, her head was on my shoulder comfortably, and my arm was wound around her. The stars were starting to show, and it grew considerably darker very quickly.

"The stars are beautiful," Bella commented quietly.

"Yes, but not as beautiful as you," I told her. She blushed, and I smiled as she snuggled closer to me, burrowing her head into my shoulder. Then she sat up, seeming sad.

"You have to go?"

"I thought you couldn't read my mind." I could see her questioning smile.

"It's getting clearer." Standing, I offered her my hand pulled her up next to me. I didn't release her hand as we started running, and by the time we were back at my Volvo, I was laughing at Bella's clumsy actions during our run. She tripped over a root once, and once over her own feet. Trees seemed to naturally reach out to snag in her beautiful hair. Only my hand saved her from getting trapped.

I opened the car door for her, and she sat in the passenger seat. The drive home was relatively silent, both of us somewhat in our thoughts.

Matt wasn't her boyfriend. That idiot had been a jealous boy who was possessive over a girl who wasn't even his. Now though, everything was solved, and she and I were fine. I could stop the grin from spreading. I smiled a lot more since I met Bella. It was like one melted into the next. I'd never realized how incomplete I'd been, and how while I hadn't been unhappy, I had never been truly at peace and happy. I thought I had been complete by myself, not needing anyone. Bella seemed to prove everything that I had thought before, all my preconceived notions about love, my life, wrong.

"Edward?" Bella's voice broke through, and I looked at her. I realized that we were sitting in the driveway at Bella's house.

"Yes." It wasn't really a question of what she wanted, more of an acknowledgement that she'd spoken. I didn't really think she had a question to ask me.

I was lost in her eyes, and only when she closed hers did I realize that she was moving closer. I leaned in, pressed my lips lightly to hers for an instant, and felt the same spark of electricity. Pulling away after a moment (if regretfully), I watched her face.

"Good-night," I whispered, and she smiled distantly and nodded. Before I knew what was happening, she'd leaned in a given me another kiss, on the cheek, and dashed out of the car. She glowed in the light of the porch, and I pulled out of the driveway with many glances in the rear-view mirror.

Bella's Point of View

After Edward drove off, I slumped against the wooden column to the left of the stairs, sighing dreamily. I couldn't believe it. The afternoon and evening had been the best of my life.

I opened the door, only to be slammed into by an unknown and land on my back on the porch again. Looking up into Alice's eyes, she squealed, and kicked her legs excitedly.

"I knew it!" Her scream was ear-splitting, given her proximity, mouth in my face, and the loudness of her screech, especially with our enhanced vampire hearing.

"Get off me!" I struggled and pushed her off. She sat up and I stood.

"Didn't I know?" Alice asked an excited Jasper, who smiled helplessly when Alice threw herself into Jasper's arms and kissed him before asking again, "Didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," he told her. "And she wouldn't keep quiet about it to me the whole afternoon," he finished to me. I smiled sympathetically.

"But, you kissed him Bella!" I couldn't stop the silly grin from appearing, and Alice ran back over after extracting herself from Jasper's grasp and grabbing my shoulders. "How was it? Amazing? Of course it was!" I laughed at her questions.

"You don't ask someone how their first kiss went," I scolded. She stared back, seeming surprised.

"It was you're first kiss, wasn't it?" she mused. "Wow. You've never had a kiss before? That's so weird!" I sighed. I know… forty years of life and never been kissed.

"First kiss?" came the thundering voice from the top of the stairs, and I turned to see a furious Matt, glaring as he stepped onto the first step.

"Yes! Bella and Edward!" I winced at Alice's insensitive proclamation. Though I dislike Matt and his behavior toward me, I wouldn't wish him to have Edward thrown in his face if he truly did feel something for me. I still thought that he was just hitting on me because he thought I was hot or something.

"That's ridiculous Bella! You hardly know the guy! I can't believe you–" I tuned him out. Despite my empathy for him, I didn't want to hear a rant as he blew up in my face. He bent over me as he yelled, and I leaned backward.

"MATT!" I yelled, bringing a halt to his words. Calming a little, I continued, though furious. "There is no reason for you to get upset. Or to have any bearing on my life. You are a guest in our house, and I think that you are stepping over your boundaries. We are friends nothing more." I opened my mouth to continue, but Matthew stormed out before I could. Looking to Jasper for comfort as I took a shuddering breath, I gratefully accepted the wave of calm.

I went upstairs, ignoring the stares of my family (who'd gathered in the foyer). Alice followed, and sat on my couch with me.

"What do I wear tomorrow?" I asked her, resigned to her interference with a weary smile. She concentrated for a moment, then leapt up with a grin. Flying into my closet, she returned with a short jean skirt and a laced black camisole that went under a spring green sweater. A pair of simply black flip-flops was looped through two of her fingers, and I smiled. She was going easy on me. I found that I liked the outfit she'd picked out.

"Thanks, Alice."

She set them down, then turned to leave, but not before saying, "You know, you'd better look nice for tomorrow. It should be eventful." She left with a wink, and I shivered in anticipation.