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Summary:
When best friends Rosalie Hale, Alice Brandon and twins Bella and Lena Swan get picked for a years school exchange program and meet the Cullen brothers Edward, Emmett, Jasper and Karson anything could happen- Like getting lost in the middle of Canada whilst on their way back to where the Cullen's live… what else could possible go wrong-------Right?
I found this quote online while I was looking for something along side writing this and I thought it kind of fitted some bits of this story:
For every force there is a counter force, for every negative there is a positive for every action there is a reaction for every cause there is an effect…
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Reluctantly Jasper let go of my wrist and I touched Lena's face as carefully as I could. Her skin felt warm under my touch, she looked so fragile. I moved my hand away from her face and grinned at her, she grinned back then hugged me.
"Good to see you again, Lena." I said, her scent making my throat burn even more. I ignored it before pulling away from her. "you do smell good though, the guys weren't wrong about that."
She giggled before calling out, "It's ok you lot. Alice is still our Alice."
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Alice's POV:
"Alice is still our Alice? Get lost, Lena." I laughed as the others came into the room. Carlisle was watching us all with wary eyes along with the others, I knew they were waiting for my control to snap and for me to attack my friends. For some reason all four of us knew I wasn't going to harm them.
Bella and Rosalie threw themselves around my neck and pulled me as close as they could. Karson was holding Carlie and he looked like he was going to bolt with her at any moment. Lena danced of towards him pulling Carlie out of his arms and out of the room.
After an hour of being admired Jasper managed to pull me away from out family and into the woods so I could hunt. Emmett and Edward came with me, but they left me and Jasper to hunt alone after Edward was fed up with all the gooey lovey dovey thoughts both me and Jasper kept throwing at him.
I knew they were not far from us, I could hear them running and talking about my unusual self-control. Not that I cared really. Jasper took my hand and pulled me into his chest.
I raised my face up so that I could look into his golden eyes. I didn't just lose my trail of thought but also my all coordination.
'Why didn't I prepare myself for this possibility?' my chaotic mind wailed. How could I prepare myself? Prepare myself for a man who'd left me utterly boneless every time he looked me way when I was just a human. A vampire who, now at 166, affected me twice what he had in my troubled human years. Ten times that!
Our gazes met and locked, sweeping me out of reality on a tidal wave of emotion, like always.
Why had nothing changed? I'd been changed, any reaction to him should have been mild. I'd been burning for days, I'd died and been reborn. I'd somehow convinced myself Jasper was a brief part of my reckless humanity...a part that had no ground in reality. Certainly not in my present or future.
God, he was sexy. Honey blonde hair, dangerous, that sense of the untamed just barely suppressed below the surface....
His face was more mature, more shuttered than ever before, and impossibly handsome. He had golden eyes that seemed to hold all the mysteries in the universe, a long nose that flared slightly when he was mad, frustrated. Or aroused. The features of his face seemed to be carved from stone. At one time, I'd known every line, each texture. I'd actually believed I'd known the man... the inner man who remained an enigma even to his closest friends.
'I loved you. God, I've never loved anyone the way I loved you. I would have given you everything I had to give if you'd only let me in a little.' I thought to him and I saw him smile at me, before he placed his lips against my own softly.
For some strange reason I was sure he had heard my thoughts as he pushed me up against a tree, his hands slowly and carefully running through my short and spiky hair. My own arms wrapped themselves around his neck pulling him even tighter to me. I could feel him smile against my lips as he deepened the kiss.
I lifted my legs up and wrapped them firmly around his waist, he pulled back so that he could watch me. I smiled at him, still wrapped tightly around him. I placed kisses all across his face making him laugh as he pulled me off him. He placed me back on me feet and said, "Steady, Alice. You will break me if you are not careful."
I laughed at him, "I will not, Jasper!"
"Yes, you will. You have to remember you are stronger then me and will be for a little while longer."
"Oops…" I muttered, smiling at him sweetly. He sighed then pulled me close and kissed me again, and I forgot about the thought I was having in a second…
Rosalie's POV:
I was sat in the room me and Emmett shared, curled up into a little ball as I remember what Alice looked like now. The redness of her eyes had shocked me as much as her control had shocked the Cullen's. Karson and Carlisle was discussing this now as they were repairing the nursery still. Lena wasn't letting Carlie out of her sight any more, the Nomands still being on the loose was a terrifying thought for all three of us humans.
It was weird thinking of our little pixie friend as a vampire now, even though the evidence was in her eyes and her body. Everything had changed now, everything was going to be different. I started to wonder what it would be like when we were all changed. With Lena the only one that had a child, I was feeling upset, jealous even.
If there was nothing more I desired then it was a child to hold myself. I knew that Emmett could never give me a child, his body was in a frozen state that would not permit it. I hadn't let him touch me since Alice had been changed, I knew he wanted to and I knew how limited his patience was.
I wondered how I was every going to have one, I doubt I would be as lucky as Lena was with finding Carlie, I even doubted that I could adopt when I turned 18 in a few months time.
Esme and Alice were already discussing the twins birthday, which was in three days time. They were planning a small party for them. The only people however that would be here were the Cullen's and us.
Bella didn't like the fact that she was having her 18th birthday, she would be a year older then Edward, who was still determined that she was going to stay human no matter what, physically. Lena on the other hand couldn't wait to be a year older. She was older then Karson anyhow, so that didn't matter so much to her, she already had his word that he would turn her after the school year ended.
We just had to make it to graduation alive and everything would be great. We would be off to college with our guys and having the time of our lives… well we would if there was the matter of the Nomands that were after our blood.
I smiled as I watched Lena come into the room, I knew she was starting to get annoyed with Karson as he wasn't giving her any space.
"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time." she hissed as she threw herself down on the bed next to me.
I laughed at this, obviously they had, had another argument. I didn't understand their relationship at all, but neither did the mind reader of the empath. Emmett found the way one minute they were all other each other and the next they were at each others throats funny, of course.
"What's he done this time, Lena?"
"Oh no, he's pissed at me because I didn't care if Alice attacked me or not. He talks to me like I am suicidal or something, Rose. I told him that Alice was as safe as I was a female. He didn't like that very much."
Again I laughed, "No one likes a smart ass, Lena."
She just rolled her eyes at me and answered, "Especially another smart ass."
I wasn't entirely sure she wasn't talking about me as well as Karson so I shrugged, "Whatever. Fancy getting me ready for when Emmett comes home. I want to surprise him with something."
Lena groaned, knowing full well what I meant. She climbed off my bed anyhow and went to my underwear drawer. "I would say you could borrow my black see through dressing gown but I'm going to need that later and I don't really want Emmett to tear it to pieces."
I rolled my eyes at her again, picked my towel out of the cupboard and went for a shower. I could hear Lena call Bella to give her a hand, I was glad Esme didn't come as well. I knew Emmett wasn't really her son but it would have been really weird having her there when we were discussing sex with her boys.
Bella's POV:
When I heard Lena say we were going to play some Barbie Rosalie I frowned, that meant one of two things. We were going shopping and Rosalie wanted to look good, or she was going to screw Emmett's brain's out when he got home. As I heard the shower go when I walked into the room and Lena was rifferling through Rosalie's underwear drawer I figured she was going to screw Emmett.
I groaned the minute Lena saw me, she smirked and muttered, "At least someone scores around here."
I blushed and I heard Karson growl, so I didn't know who she was talking about her or me. She eyed my blush before shouting out to Rosalie, "Seriously, Rose. Edward needs to get a move on, I swear he's a big prude. I mean come on, even Jasper and Alice were at it like rabbits in the woods…"
Rosalie laughed and asked, "How do you know that?"
"Thought I would check up on how she was doing, and projected myself into Edward's mind, for which he is going to kill me when he gets back. You have no idea how much I wanted to die… it was gross, I don't want to think about what Emmett thinks about during sex, Rose…"
We all laughed at this and when Rosalie climbed out she came back into the bedroom. Lena was still rummaging through her underwear drawer for something to wear, after a while she said, "Just wear the bloody towel, Rose. He'll only rip them anyway… I mean, come on, your last lot of fancy underwear didn't survive."
"That's because they got blown up, Lena. Along with my furry handcuffs and whip…"
I froze, "Whip?" I asked, my face going bright red again.
"Yeah, she had the whole dominatrix outfit in her bag on the camper, sorry about that Rose." Lena said, smirking at me. Suddenly there was a whirling gush of wind and Alice came to a dancing stop next to me making us all jump in surprise.
"Whoa, Alice. Bell, get one." Rosalie hissed at her.
"Does it come with a nice leather collar, Rose?" Alice smirked back, then she went over to the underwear drawer and pulled out an outfit, "Here, I just know your going to wear this."
I didn't even want to know what it was that Rosalie was going to put on. Lena and me both walked out of the room, both looking terrified for Rosalie. Alice wasn't exactly known for choosing clothing that was discreet about things. It was a good job Emmett's heart didn't beat, because he would have had a heart attack.
I reached the stairs and looked at Lena, there was no way any of us could run from Alice now if she wanted to do something, so my sister just shrugged and left me to do what I wanted to do. She went back into her room to pout some more about the stupid fight she had gotten into with Karson. Or maybe it was to fight with Karson some more I didn't know and I didn't care.
The person who I wanted to see was stood with his back to me in the living room talking to Esme and Karson. So there would be no arguing with him at the minute I smirked before racing up to Edward.
Before I could get near him, he had turned and was in front of me pulling me close to his chest. I rested my head against his freezing cold stone chest and felt him kiss my hair. "I missed you, Edward."
"As I missed you, Love." I felt his arms go around me, holding me tightly to his chest. I looked up as he placed his lips on mine.
And I fainted…
"Bella?" Edward's velvet voice pulled me back from the brink of darkness. I looked at him shaking my head slightly to clear the cobwebs.
"That was you're fault, Edward Cullen." I snapped at him, glaring playfully.
He just shrugged and said quietly, "What am I going to do with you, you either faint or you attack me…"
I blushed and looked down at the floor. He cupped my check gently before saying quietly, "I love you, Bella."
I smiled up at him and said, "I love you too, Edward."
Rosalie's POV:
MRATED
I waited for Emmett to come home from his hunting session with the boys, I was laid on our bed, wearing nothing more then a tiny little blood red see through bra and thong combo that Alice had picked out. With her help my hair was loosely curled around my face, my lips were painted the same blood red shade of my underwear.
I got up as I heard my boyfriend walking up the stairs, his steps were so easy to recognize from those of the rest of the Cullen's and my friends. They were slightly heavier, louder maybe even so that my human ears could pick them up and know who they belonged to.
I wetted my lips as he opened the door and smiled at him. It took him a second before his mouth dropped open. The picture of his shocked expression made me laugh, he then frowned at me before slamming the bedroom door shut and walking over to me, in his human speed. I knew this was killing me but I also knew we was doing it for me.
"Damn it, Rose." He muttered as he let his lips crash down on mine. His lips moved at the same time with my own. The kiss was long and drugging, my mind losing the trail of thought that I was having so I pulled away from him.
"Hello to you too." I breathed against his neck, as he picked me up and carried me to the bed. The minute I was laid underneath him I realized that he had managed to remove my bra without me noticing, I pulled and tugged at his shirt before he removed it. I started to run my hands over his hugely muscled chest.
He jerked. I felt his breath stop, and something deep inside me bloomed making her bold. I eased my hands down his belly to his bulging erection and cupped him through his jeans. "I want all of you this time Emmett," I whispered in a voice I nearly didn't recognize as my own. "Everything you've got to give me."
"Wider," he murmured, pushing my thighs apart, after pulling my thing away from my body. He rubbed one finger down the center of me, circling the exposed bead, then plunging into my glistening moistness.
I arched against him reaching for him. "I want to touch you."
He moved slightly to grant me access, and my hands slipped around him, adoring him with my touch.
I rocked beneath him sensing his reticence. Even in the midst of his need I felt the tenderness in his restraint, and it brought tears to my eyes. But the sensation of his fullness rubbing inside was like a hot wire against my nerve ends. He would give me what I needed. I was sure of it. The certainty gave me the freedom to take.
"Oh, my God," he muttered hoarsely. I kissed him, an openmouthed invitation that he took. Every movement was pulling at me, dragging me closer. Every shift gave a breathtaking hint of mindless ecstasy that seemed to grow with each second. I shuddered and clutched his shoulders for strength, losing myself with each thrust of his tongue and each pumping caress from his manhood.
He mastered my mouth and my body until I was weeping with it. He murmured my name brokenly, and my arousal gushed through me like a tidal wave, a solid wall of incredible pleasure that took me past the point of return. Ripples of ecstasy flooded through me, changing me, making me indelibly his.
It took a while for me to find myself again, but when I did he was staring deeply into my eyes, searching for signs of mendacity, but saw only leaping arcs of desire.
He impressed a hungry, twisting kiss on my receptive mouth. His sex became even fuller within my once again caressing grasp. He nudged my knees apart and settled himself heavily within the cradle of my thighs once again.
In one long, slow plunge, he imbedded himself between the stretching walls of my body. I was thrilled with his magnificent strength, brought my knees up to accommodate him. He moaned with supreme satisfaction and buried his face in the perfumed cloud of my hair which was spread out on the pillow.
Though it seemed impossible, he delved deeper into me with each rhythmic push. I felt those supple contractions against my hands which greedily drew him closer, higher. He kissed my ears, my throat, and, as his thrusts accelerated, my mouth.
After several moments I clasped his head and held it away from me. My breath was choppy; my flushed breasts rose and fell with each shallow pant. "You don't have to wait on me, Emmett."
He looked surprised, then smiled tenderly. "Yes I do."
"No, really. You don't have to do that for me."
"I'm not," he said hoarsely. "I'm doing it for me."
I gave a joyful little gasp when he slid his splayed hands beneath my hips. He rubbed his face against my nipples, once, twice, letting me feel his cheeks, chin, nose, and tongue against them.
With his next deep thrust, my neck involuntarily arched and I lost myself in this splendid mating rite. My hips responded to his clenching fingers. I grounded my body against his, wanting more, always more.
And when I was seized by a rush of sensation so intense I couldn't contain it, I bit my lower lip to hold back a scream of pleasure. The immensity of it was compounded when I felt, deep inside me the staccato spasms of his release.
Neither of us knew if it was seconds, minutes, or eons that we lay in a state of complete exhaustion. Emmett was the first to move. He propped himself on one elbow and gazed down at me.
"You're beautiful," he said, still breathing unevenly.
"You think so?"
"Oh, yeah " he drawled, smiling and nodding his head.
I smirked slightly, then closed my eyes. The next thing I knew was that his mouth found my breast. I slid my fingers through his hair, needing something to hold on to. He suckled my nipples until they were wet, stiff, and sensitive, and I felt the caress in my blood, his need in my heart.
"I like the way your eyes glaze when I touch your breast. I like the way your breast tastes and feels in my mouth." He dropped his hand to one nipple and thumbed it in a lazy motion that made my thighs clench together.
His mouth touched me intimately, sipping and stroking as if I were a tender bud ready to bloom. I was so swollen I felt like I was going to burst. I could barely breathe.
"Give me all of you, Rosalie," he coaxed, his voice low. "All of you in my mouth." Then he touched me again. His tongue was tenderly persistent. His mouth was ruthlessly pleasure-giving.
My blood roared through my veins as if it were jet-propelled. I arched off the ground, crying out his name. And my whole body convulsed into a chain of spasms within and without. One ended, and the next began, and the next. He growled in pleasure at the sound of my thundering heart.
When I wrapped my small but capable hand around him and stroked, He let out his breath in a long, uneven hiss.
my thumb rubbed the tip, spreading a drop of his arousal and causing more. Just as he opened his mouth to tell me to stop, I gave him a kiss so erotic there wasn't a rating for it. I slid my tongue in and out of his mouth, carefully avoiding his razor shape teeth, while I milked his throbbing shaft with my hand.
It was too much. He couldn't stop. He jerked. He thrust then spilled himself into my hand.
Lena's POV
After what seemed to be like forever the whole house finally quieten down. I was sure that if Karson wasn't holding me to the bed I would have stormed into Rosalie and Emmett's room and told them both to shut up. Their groaning was driving me crazy.
Karson had just laughed at the fact that everyone but us had disappeared, Edward had taken Bella out for a midnight walk somewhere in the woods. Jasper and Alice had decided to go to Toronto and do some shopping, well Alice had decided and Jasper had just been dragged along. Esme and Carlisle were invited to some works party of Carlisle's and didn't want to let his colleges down.
I didn't even know who Carlie could sleep during all this noise coming from her aunt and uncles room. I dreaded to think what it would be like when Rosalie was a vampire. I would have to make Karson move out of the main house if it carried on. Maybe Esme and Carlisle would kick them out, for some reason I was hoping that.
Me and Karson were sat facing each other on the bed now playing strip poker. And I was losing…
Embraced by the warmth of the fire, I undid the buttons of my blouse and tossed it off my shoulders. In a ballet of naive exhibitionism, I arched my back and lowered my arms to allow the blouse to fall -- it didn't, compliments of static -- and required the alternate (and rapid) raising and lowering of my shoulders to loosen its hold. The garment eventually slipped onto the floor, but not until Karson had witnessed a show of synchronized mammary undulation that some seismographs had probably registered. I smirked before saying, "Karson, it's your deal . . . and stop gaping."
"I'm not gaping. Smirking . . . maybe. Grinning . . . possibly. But gaping . . . definitely not gaping. And if I am gaping, I deserve to be gaping, even though I'm not." Karson, who was most definitely gaping, didn't care, and dealt the cards. He also thought that the next hand could get interesting because I had only a bra and panties left while he had jeans and underwear.
"I'll take three," I said, and added, "Damn," as I tossed three unrelated cards to the center of the table. "None for me," Karson said, and added, "Hot damn," as he moved his cards closer to his chest and passed the top three cards from the deck to me. After arranging the cards in my hand, I said, "Not a bad draw, even if I do say so myself," and put down three jacks. Karson laid a ten high straight sequentially on the table and said, in an obviously insincere apology, "Sorry."
"I'll bet," I said and stood up, half smiling.
The integrity of the bra was again tested as I reached behind to undo the fastener. Once undone, the article was removed with another shoulder maneuver. I faced him directly, my nipples distended and quivering while bathed in the warm tones of the burning logs. After reassuming my usual erect posture, I dealt without looking directly at Karson. After I had arranged my cards, I gradually looked up and gazed into Karson's eyes. Karson's gazed lower. This was the first time that I had ever brazenly bared my bare chest before him. In the past, under passionate circumstances, they had been unveiled, fondled, and even suckled -- all with my permission, yet without my direct help. Now, my breasts were bared by my own hands, and intentionally flaunted. Yet, I was not embarrassed, and actually felt aroused. I definitely had the proverbial "hots" for Karson.
Karson's concentration on the card game was gone. He couldn't look away from my breasts. He forced his eyes from my rosy chests and found that I was looking directly at him. "Karson! Are you going to pick up your cards?" I asked. After realizing that he was obviously gaping, and on the verge of drooling, he said, "Yes . . . the cards."
As he slowly fanned the cards in his hand, he found it difficult to determine the significance of the three queens and two aces. "I'll take three," and he tossed two queens and an ace to the table. He was distracted, but he wasn't stupid. Losing his pants would be a move in a winning direction. "I'll stay with what I have," I said as I arched her back slightly. I took three cards from the deck and passed them to Karson.
He picked up the cards and, after fumbling with the arrangement. I called, said I had two pair, displayed two jacks, and said, "These and these." After pondering briefly, Karson folded, threw down his cards, stood up, lowered his jeans, lost his balance, and promptly tumbled backwards off the bed.
"Karson! Are you all right?" I asked as I crawled over to his side of the bed. "Karson!" I leaned over him with a little concern, with a slight smile, and definitely with those pendant mounds. He didn't move but opened his eyes and looked up. He eventually sat up, propped himself up against the bed on his elbows, and said, "I don't think I bent anything that can't be straightened out again."
"I'll see what I can do to help," I said and moved closer. When we were only inches apart, he slid his hands up my waist and surrounded both breasts, slowly rubbing my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. His hands squeezed and rotated.
Karson's POV
Lena purred, "Oh, Karson," and arched into my body. Our lips moved closer and touched. My tongue reached out and her teeth parted for its entry. Her hands moved around my neck and she stroked her fingers through my short, curly hair. As our tongues caressed and my hands massaged, we both leaned slightly, lost our balance, and rolled onto the floor.
After regaining our balance and returning to a half-seated position, our eyes gradually met. I lowered my head and began kissing as I progressed down her neck. I continued my downward excursion until my lips were locked around a quivering nipple, my tongue charting the perimeter of the swollen tip. My hand stroked its twin. Both rosy peaks were throbbing; one in my hand, the other between my lips.
Lena sighed and, as she tossed her head back, thrust the tip further into my mouth. "Oh, Karson," was all that she could say between her labored breaths. As soon as she was able she managed, "Let's lie down. Please." I asked, "How about the floor?" which was where we were anyway.
After kicking off my jeans, I quickly retrieved the oversized comforter from the nearby bed, doubled it, and spread it on the rug a few feet from the fireplace. Lena joined me as we snuggled down into the soft folds of the blanket. She said, "Karson . . . ," as she ran her palms from my stomach to my back and slowly pulled me closer.
I answered, "What?" and started to slide my hand into her panties when she arched her hips. I understood and slipped them down as she obligingly raised her knee and removed one leg from the lacy garment. Lena then reached down, lowered the panties over her other leg, and tossed them to the side. I moved my hand between her legs and slipped my finger partially into her wetness. I leaned over, kissed her, and synchronized the rhythms of my tongue and finger.
Lena gasped at the ever deepening strokes probing into her slippery softness and I added a mate to the finger still inside her. I felt her tighten around the fingers that would soon be replaced by something much larger. I gently withdrew my fingers but kept my hand on her mound. I was sure how I felt about Lena, I knew that there was something about her -- something that kept her in my thoughts and in my daydreams more than I would like to admit. As I maneuvered to remove my boxers, her hands slowly encompassed my waist and gently urged me closer. Our lips touched, her breasts were against my chest.
My pulsating manhood was strategically positioned between her legs, and Lena slowly parted them so that the throbbing head of my erection could slowly enter her. She gently thrust her hips upward and my hot flesh nestled in the warm, moist folds of the portal to her. She continued in this sensual rhythm as her breathing became deeper and unsteady.
When she started to gyrate in slow insistent circles, I obliged by rocking with Lena's every thrust.
"Karson . . . this . . . feels . . . so . . . good . . ." she managed between thrusts as her hands massaged the muscled planes of my back in a motion that matched the rhythmic pulsations that we had developed. Between labored breaths and frenzied writhing, she continued, " . . . so . . . so . . . good . . ."
I leaned forward and settled my entire weight on her writhing body. As we kissed, I pulled out of her, and slowly, carefully eased myself just barely inside her again. Lena clenched and shuddered but raised her hips slightly to further drive me into her firmly again. I lowered himself again and as Lena heaved in passion, her resisting flesh split and I slid into her slowly and gently until I was completely inside her. "Are you all right?" I asked when, suddenly, she encircled me with her legs and drove me even deeper. I could feel her pulsating.
"I'm fine," was the verbal reply, but her body language said much more as we began bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm. With every withdrawal, she arched her hips and heaved beneath me so as to protest the removal of something that she now claimed as her own, if only for the moment. "Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . ," came in ever louder and higher pitched moans.
I kept up the rhythm that Lena had set and maintained it relentlessly. With each stroke, I slid completely into her. Our breathing was in gasps -- as though the air had thinned. Her body rose up and pushed as I drove, each thrust at a increasing pace. My mouth was against her neck. My breathing was fast and hard. Lena's breaths came in punctuated gasps.
I could no longer resist the increasing passion, her wriggling against me, her sighs, her legs pulling me into her ever deeper. With one final thrust, I shuddered and exploded inside her. Dazed and motionless but still deep inside her, I could feel her early spasms contracting against me and began a slow sort rhythmic stroking that soon became full length plunges of still-aroused flesh. Lena began to heave and writhe, naked flesh against naked flesh. I increased the pace and deepened the penetration. Each thrust brought a corresponding reply when suddenly Lena reached around me, pulled me against her, and began gyrating and grinding herself into me. "Yes . . . yes . . . Karson . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . ," came as she heaved, and convulsed into a chain of explosions. The sensual waves continued as Lena was seized by great shuddering clenching spasms that squeezed and milked the throbbing heat within.
MRATED END
Edward's POV:
The minute I heard Emmett's thoughts I grabbed Bella's hand and insisted that we go out. I didn't want to be in the house with all the noise that was going to start in the matter of minutes. She was more then happy to join me, Alice and Jasper had excuse themselves on a shopping trip to Toronto and had promised to return by morning. Alice had said that we would have a weeks worth of sun after tomorrow so none of us were going to school.
I pulled Bella onto my back and raced with her through the woods until I came to the meadow. I placed her down on the ground and she looked around us. Her face was flushed from the run as it always was, we loved running together. Well I loved the feeling of her clinging onto my back as I ran with her around the woods and mountains if it was a sunny day.
The girls had been shocked when we showed them what would happen to us when we went into the sun. I remembered Bella's word as if she was speaking them again right now and I remember my answer to this.
FLASHBACK:
Me, Karson, Jasper and Emmett stepped out into the sun that was in the meadow. Jasper and Emmett strode out whilst Karson and me hesitated for a few seconds. Lena had noticed this and stepped passed me and my brothers to take Karson's hand.
I noticed that he became more confident when she was near him, coaxing him to show her. I looked at Bella and she beckoned me forward with her finger. Sighing I stepped out into the sun and listened to all four girls gasp loudly.
"Your' beautiful." Bella said, smiling at me.
I frowned, "This is the skin of a killer, Bella. How can you think that we look beautiful?"
Bella took a step towards me, making me take a huge leap back. Karson and Lena glared at me, I saw the shovel that Lena wanted to beat me to death with flash through her mind and I said, "Sorry, Bella."
I stepped out of the sun and held my arms out towards her. She came to me, leaning into my arms and saying, "Killer or not, I think you are beautiful."
I smiled down to her, knowing that this beautiful Angel was telling me the truth.
FLASKBACK END
Now it was dark, unless you had vampire eyes like mine you were most likely not to see anything. Bella was stood close to me, her hand in mine as I guided her, she was blinded by the darkness, to the tree we would sit under when we came here with the rest of the family.
As we sat down Bella cuddled into me and said quietly, "I cant believe Lena is actually getting married. Renee's going to do her nut… let alone Charlie. What would happen if they decide to have a divorce?"
I smiled at her, I knew she didn't tell her sister what she was really thinking about her getting married to Karson. I was the only person she opened up to on that subject thankfully. I knew her parents had split up when the girls were babies, and Renee had drummed it into her daughters that marriage wasn't something you did right out of high school.
However when you lived in the era that me and my brothers lived in then Marriage was something you often did at a much younger age then 18. I would have married a few years after I turned 18 if I hadn't have caught the Influenza or joined the army like I had played to.
Emmett was engaged at the time we found him, being attacked by a grizzly bear, maybe the reason he loved to feed of them now. The girl he was set to marry was something out of a nightmare, I was glad for him that he couldn't remember anything about that.
Karson was still too young to be married thankfully. We had come across him five months after we had found Emmett. He was in New York at the time when an Earthquake hit. Esme had keep Emmett at home with her so that me and Carlisle could do and help survivors. I remembered Karson from Emmett's thoughts immediately and I made Carlisle change him after we discovered that he would die if nothing could be done to get him out from underneath the wall he was pinned under.
Quietly I said to Bella, "Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet. I'll tell you what I am going to do, Bells. Instead of getting married, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house. Do you like that idea?"
She laughed at this now and kissed the back of my hand, then she smirked at me, "Got a question, something Lena asked me a while ago."
"Go on." I urged interested in what Bella was going to ask me.
She smirked again and looked into my eyes, her warm brown eyes resting on my gold ones, "If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?"
I frowned that was a seriously random question to ask, I laughed quietly at this and Bella joined me. "Don't let Emmett hear that or he'll try it on the neighbors cat."
"Edward, the neighbor doesn't have a cat." Bella laughed.
"Doesn't she?" I asked, I was sure she had a cat at some point. Then I remembered that Emmett had run it other in his jeep on evening and since them Flounder the Cat had been missing. "Oh, yeah. Emmett ran Flounder over a while ago didn't he?"Bella nodded shaking with laughter. I was nice to hear her laugh again after all we had been through in the last couple of months.
