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A/N: So, first off, I'd like to say I'm really sorry for the delay for this chapter. One, I was really busy, and two, this chapter was a pain to write. xD Either way, it's done now, and I hope it's worth it for you guys! Another thing, it's a little short, so I'm very sorry about that. I had a major case of writer's block, but I think it's over now, so I promise a longer chapter next time to make up for it. Sound fair? :)

Second, I've had this story compared to "You Got Mail" a lot - the thing is, I wouldn't know, because I never saw the movie. :P Maybe I should check that out, eh? Just letting you know that if that's the case it was most definitely not intentional - you can't exactly steal from something you don't know about. I've also had this compared to "Cinderella Story" and while I LOVE that movie, it didn't cross my mind until it was pointed out. But, I guess I do see where you're coming from with that, so thanks for pointing it out!

Third, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, for the amazing reviews, as always. The response for this story is just amazing in my eyes, and you guys are the best. Lots of Edward ice cream for you guys in the future - and for the people that asked about my recipe for that, well, too bad. You don't get to know. :P Maybe if you review .../cough

Anyways, here's chapter eleven, please enjoy! :)

There was a long awkward silence as I digested, slowly, that I was locked in a closet with Edward and he seemed to scowl in the dark, from what I could see. It didn't make perfect sense to me even though the concept was fairly simple. If it had been any other time, I would probably be out of my mind in nerves, and in all honesty I was now, just not for the same reason.

"You didn't answer my question," Edward insisted after a few moments of continued silence, shifting so he could see my face, even if we were in the dark.

I sighed quietly in resignation, finally turning my head to him. Even in the dark I could see every bit of emotion in his deep green eyes, and I could see the frustration from his furrowed eyebrows, the way his face contorted in thought.

"Rosalie thinks I'm flirting with you," I explained quietly, as if that made any difference. If that was the end of it, I wouldn't have even cared, but he seemed to know there was more. He raised an eyebrow, and even in the dark I saw his right hand raise as he waved for me to continue. "And it's just weird! I mean, I always thought…"

"That'd you'd never meet your online friend in real life," he finished for me, nodding his head - I realized he was probably thinking around the same lines. I realized at that moment that we were in very much the same situation. I recalled all the things he had told me, probably thinking that I was some random stranger, all the secrets we had both shared with each other.

"Yeah," I agreed quietly, my mind still wandering. "I mean, I told you -" My cheeks tinted pink, and I couldn't be more thankful that it was dark in the closet as I trailed off, but he seemed to understand. Even in the darkness of the confined area, I knew I saw the corner of his lips curl up into a smirk.

"I told you how I really feel about Rosalie, but that's not such a surprise anymore," he mumbled, shrugging. I raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what he meant, but he didn't keep me waiting too long, going on to explain himself. "I told her, too. She doesn't seem to believe me. I'm not sure how to break up with her officially, but I'll figure it out."

"I don't get it," I finally mumbled, after a few minutes of more comfortable silence, shifting so I could lean against the closet door, nearly tripping over something on the floor.

"What do you mean?" Edward inquired, confused, and I sighed, trying to sort through my own thoughts.

"I mean, why you do this. If you don't really like the way you act, who you hang out with, your girlfriend…" I trailed off, gesturing my hand to try and make him understand what I was getting at, and he chuckled, nodding for me to continue. "Then why do you pretend to? No one really knows you, except for…"

"You and close family," he finished, and in the little lighting the closet provided, I could see him smile, crooked but absolutely stunning. I would never get over what it looked like when he smiled, truly smiled. It was something that I wished I could see just a little more, and it seemed to lighten the mood further.

I was about to mention that he hadn't answered my question, but closed my mouth as soon as he began speaking again. "I don't know," he finally answered me, his voice a near whisper, silky smooth but seeming somehow rough - I knew this was a hard subject for him.

"Don't know what?"

"Why I do it. Why I pretend." He shrugged his shoulders simply, and his eyes moved from me to around the closet, his eyes locking on some game boards. I took the silence to examine the names idly; Don't Wake Daddy, Candyland, Monopoly, Life, Clue, Twister…I almost grinned at the thought of Edward playing Twister, but then he spoke again.

"I guess I'm afraid no one will accept it if they know what I really want, and who I really am. It was just always easier to blend in than to stick out," he mumbled, shrugging. "At first, sports and all of that was just something I did for fun - actually, it still is. But I felt, I don't know, accepted." He sighed in frustration, trying to find a way to explain myself, and I shrugged.

"But they're not really accepting you," I pointed out, shifting so I could sit down - shortly after, Edward did as well, so we were sitting across from each other in the cluttered space. "They're just accepting the person you've created. They're not even really your friend, they're the friends of-"

"The person I pretend to be," he finished for me, and I nodded. He sighed, nodding his head, before he looked over at me. "I'm glad I found out who you are."

The way his eyes were boring into me now were making me almost self conscious, and I took a moment to bite on my lip, trying to look away from his penetrating green stare. His forehead seemed to be creased in concentration as he gauged my expression, and finally, I nodded.

"Me, too. I feel like…there's someone who really knows me. All of me, anyway," I murmured after a few moments, and I could see his lips curls up again.

"Exactly."

I hadn't realized how close he had leaned until I could feel his breath on my face, sweet, but at the some time spicy. It was amazing, and it occurred to me this was the closest I had ever been. My stomach was doing back flips and my heart was stuttering out of control as it occurred to me exactly where I was.

Locked in a closet with Edward Cullen. I was face to face with him, and now our noses were almost touching.

There was a long silence as he simply stared at me, and I looked back. There didn't seem to be any words, but outside of the door I could hear people beginning to wonder where we were. Finally I heard Alice's voice, declaring she was giving us two minutes before she came to get us out. I heard the twins giggling still, sounding quite proud of themselves.

I couldn't help but feel grateful my cousins were the Terrible Twosome Twins, for once in my life.

At first, I had thought that him knowing all about me, especially my infatuation with him would make things awkward and give me a reason to ignore him, but it didn't. He didn't act any different, and just being around him made me feel at ease, like I was with a long lost friend. Still, my stomach seemed to be filled with that butterfly feeling you only get with certain people.

"What now?" I finally whispered in question, realizing we only had limited time before they came for us. "Alice is going to find us, soon."

That's when I realized it. There was this mischievous glint in his green eyes, glowing in the darkness as he leaned impossibly closer. I bit my lip, opening my mouth to question, but he shook his head, effectively silencing me.

"If you remember correctly, we're still playing Seven Minutes in Heaven."

I nodded my head weakly, caught in his gaze, too stunned by the almost flirtatious note in his velvet-like voice to speak.

"Well, they're going to wonder what we did in that time, aren't they? We can't say we talked. That's just not how the game works."

Finally I realized what he was getting at, only when it was much too late. His face got closer still, and he paused for a moment. I didn't realize what for until I looked into his eyes, at the sudden uncertainty - he was silently asking for permission. I couldn't find my voice, so I only dipped closer.

My lips met his and I couldn't see anything but him. It was that stupid cliché, where people compare the kiss to fireworks, but that's what it was. I don't know what happened, but as our lips met, something exploded inside of me. Shyness thrown out the window, I grabbed at his hair, pulling him closer, willing his full lips closer to mine.

Kissing Edward was nothing like I would have imagined, because this far exceeded my expectations. My whole body seemed to give myself into the action, my stomach plummeting and my heart thudding at every move his lips made on mine. I fought to keep my eyes open, wanting to see his beautiful face. His eyelids were closed, hiding the deep emeralds I loved so much, but his dark, long lashes framed his close eyes, contrasting against the flawless skin. High cheekbones, a perfectly angled nose, and the way his lips twisted as they moved against mine, a smile.

I'm not sure how many times we came up for breath and then went back to kissing, but I wasn't keeping track. It was like magic. For a moment, we forgot where we were, who we are. Nothing mattered but no matter how much I tried to tell myself this was wrong, nothing had ever seemed more right. My fingers still weaving themselves through soft auburn hair, I smiled my lips once again found his, moving against them in their own dance.

That was, until light leaked into the room, the door finally opening with a creak. I gasped as I pulled away as quickly as I possibly could, Edward looking nothing short of dazed as his eyes shot open and turned towards the source of light, as well.

"E-Edward? Bella?! What the hell?" came the screech, and immediately, I knew we were both in for it.

"Oh, God, Alice…"

A/N: What do you guys think? Cliffhanger, much? :P I feel evil leaving off there. So how will Alice react to them getting steamy in the closet? (lol) Hehe, and lots of good stuff coming in the next chapter, probably not what you expect, but you'll see! Fun, fun, fun.

Alright, so I got some questions that, as promised, I'm going to address down here. Woohoo, right?

Question: Will you ever have EPOV again?

Answer: Mm, yes, I've decided that I'm going to put EPOV later in the story.

Question: When are we going to find out more about Jacob/Leah? Is there going to be Jasper/Alice, Emmett/Rosalie?

Answer: Soon, yes, and, yes. ;DD Just, be patient, guys. I'm getting there, I'm getting there. Isn't it better when it's not all rushed out and crunched together into one chapter?

And, as always, review, review, review. Or I'll start cheerleading again! Glad you guys liked my little cheer. xDD I laughed quite a few times at people wondering what it spelt - but, hey! It got you to review, right?

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-Nick