Another chapter! Don't know if it makes sense: it's been written about a sentence at a time

Disclaimer: S Meyer owns, not me

IT IS SNOWING!!! It is possible that we shall have a white christmas! (A rare occurence)

Although Edward and Bella will make do with mud (You'll find out in this chap.)

So enjoy and when you get to the end click the review button and say... something

Part II

Chapter 11

Three hours later I was still in the warehouse, sat in one of the carts that Edward was pushing around. Pixie and Blondie had disappeared almost as soon as they had ascertained that I had no wall colour preferences apart from that I did not want some sickeningly pink affair. Neutral would suffice just fine. I'd shouted after them that I wanted to design the upstairs room myself as it would be the room I spent most of my time in. They chose to ignore me but I continued that I wanted some rolls of plain, off-white paper.

I was bored of the slow pace and I assumed Edward must be too. We went careening around the store, taking corners on two of the four wheels in our search for the others.

"You know, I think they've left…" Edward mused as we entered the aisles that contained electrical appliances. 60" TV's showed the latest music videos as the fake diamonds hanging from the chandeliers fractured the light and sent rainbows across our skin. I span around in the cart so I was facing him. He was leant on the handles and the shadows cast from the lamps gave his face a new, ethereal beauty.

"What do you mean they've left?" I asked suspiciously, one eyebrow raised.

"I can't hear them thinking. It's not even as if they're just blocking their thoughts because then I could hear what they were blocking them with. But it is silent. How did they manage it? Surely we'd have noticed…" he shook his head in bewilderment.

"Well we were rather busy… Maybe they left then. I wasn't really concentrating on much else," I said slowly, smiling at the memory of his lips on mine whilst hidden in the plants outside, the gloom casting strange shadows on his face.

Edward agilely leapt into the cart with me and we had a rematch.

Soon after we decided to try their mobiles and were relieved when Blondie picked up her phone before the first ring had finished. It was always an option for them to not answer.

"Where are you? When did you leave?" I asked incredulously, tailing off at the end.

"Well hello to you too!" Pixie chipped in at the same time Blondie asked:

"Are you not into tidying up, Bella? This place is a tip."

"And we set off about an hour ago."

"They're at my house! How did they get into my house?" I looked despairingly at Edward. He shrugged.

"You should lock your windows Bella," was Pixie's reply. Edward looked at the phone in interest as he could undoubtedly hear what was being said.

"OK, we're on our way back. I'm guessing you took the car," I sagged as I heard the rain hit the metal roof with renewed vigour.

"That's right! Make sure you're not seen!" and with that they hung up the phone. Edward rolled his eyes, obviously amused by their antics.

"Are they usually like this?" I asked, realising how little I knew about any of the other Cullens.

"They usually follow their own rules," he said as his eyes sparkled in amusement. We set off for the exit and pulled our hoods up against the howling wind. "Why did we come to the warehouse out-of-town?" Edward asked in exasperation more to himself than to me.

"Maybe Alice planned this?" I mused, "Maybe she wanted to… I don't know."

"Alice is a bit of a control freak and very into organising house make-overs so my best guess is that you won't recognise your house when you see it," Edward ventured.

"But I trust her to make it lovely. I'm not good at decorating so it would be nice to have someone who knows what they're doing designing my house," I said, trying to persuade myself that this was a good idea. This was a new situation, people helping me out, and it was difficult to get used to trusting people when previous experience swore no one could be trusted.

I pulled Edward nearer to me and put my arm around his waist; he put his arm around my shoulders. I decided that we should liven up. My mood wasn't exactly unhappy, just… unsure. I ducked down to pick up a ball of mud and aimed it at his coppery hair before lobbing it at him. Of course he ducked in time and the mud hit the tree behind him with a moist slap before slipping to the floor with a similar squelching sound. A moment later I had ducked to pick up a second ball, an action that took my head from the path of the retaliation. I aimed for his legs but still he jumped up to the branch of a tree and began swinging on it by his hands.

I stood back, hands on hips as I surveyed him hanging there, shoulders up by his ears and a wickedly gorgeous crooked grin across his lip. I pursed my own lips as I ignored his and began to form a plan. Slowly I reached down and grabbed a handful of mud in each hand, feeling the small twigs stuck in the earth and sent one his way. It hit him square in the chest, the force making him swing violently from the branch before they both fell to the floor. Edward landed gracefully like a large cat in a crouch with his hands on the floor, the log dropping behind him with a muffled thud on the leaves on the forest floor.

He stood up slowly before making his way to me, his fists balled up by his sides as he stalked toward me, a strange gleam lighting his eyes. I was worried he was angry with me but he quickly attacked my lips with his own. His hands moved to the back of my neck but accompanied with the heady smell of decomposing vegetation and the strangest feel on my neck. It didn't take long to realise that his damned fists had been holding mud which had now been transferred to my neck. I stopped kissing him and as he pulled back with a dazzling grin the remaining ball of mud enclosed in my other hand was sent down his back and spread between his shirt and skin. He mock scowled as I stepped back, mud on my hands and dripping through my hair and down my neck to land on my own shirt. I could feel the damp seeping through the fibres of my shirt and through my hair to my scalp.

He threw another at me as I drew closer to him, creating a huge stain on y jumper. I quickly ran forward scooping handfuls of twigs before hugging him, pressing my front to him to cover him with the muck and sending leaves flying around our head. I went to move away but was held in place as Edward enclosed me in his arms and devoured me with kisses and the clouds raced across the sky to reveal the moon, surrounded by stars.

In the distance a howl went up.

Hope you enjoyed. I decided that it's not snowing yet. Don't know why. So snow has been substituted with mud.

Review!!! (please? I get all crazy like a 3-year-old on the old blue smarties)]

Also some ideas because I have none... Maybe a rematch in the snow?

Thanks!