I wanted to update sometime during last week, but obviously that didn't happen. I apologize, and my peace offering is this chapter, which is really just an outtake of Rosalie's party. I am so close to being done with the next chapter, but I wanted to add this one too so that I could add in some fun stuff, so that it's not just a big downer in the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it, and please do not forget to leave a review if you have the time!

Alrighty, here we go…

BPOV- December 22, 2010, Forks Washington:

I didn't know a lot of the other girls that were at Rosalie's bachelorette party later that night. There was one girl there that had been my grade in school- Britney, but we had never been close so I hardly knew her. There were also some women there that I had never seen before, and some that I knew only by association.

"Come on, Bella!" Rosalie flashed her mega-watt smile at me, reaching up to adjust the plastic crown, with a veil attached, perched on top of her head. Even though Rosalie wasn't drinking, that didn't mean she wasn't condoning it to others. "We're going to play 'Never Have I Ever'," she said with a wicked grin, handing me a shot glass as I sat down around the table with the others.

"Okay, for those of you that don't know how to play, here are the rules." Emily, Rosalie's maid of honor, spoke up, holding a bottle of vodka. "First, everyone make sure your first shot is full," she instructed, passing the bottle around the circle. "Now, when it's your turn, you have to make a true statement starting with 'Never have I ever'. For example, 'Never have I ever stole balloons from a car dealership'." Emily quickly took her first shot, grimacing and chasing it with cranberry juice. "And any player who has done that activity has to take a shot. So…anyone who has stolen balloons from a car dealership would have to drink." Emily glanced over at Rosalie, raising her eyebrows.

"I don't want to have a hangover tomorrow," Rosalie said primly, even though most of us knew that wasn't quite the truth.

"Well, little Miss Priss, you can go first then." Emily rolled her eyes, handing Rosalie a shot glass filled with just cranberry juice."

Rosalie laughed, accepting the glass and then deliberating for a moment. "Okay…Never Have I Ever…woken up with my underwear missing."

My cheeks instantly flushed red, but five of the ten women present, including Rosalie, took their shots, laughing and hissing as the alcohol burned their throats. The night went on very much the same, with statements like "Never Have I Ever cheated on a boyfriend, masturbated at work, used a vibrator…" I only took one shot, and it was for my own statement, "Never Have I Ever cheated on a test", which even I knew was lame.

We played the game well into the night, although everyone eventually traded the vodka for cranberry juice. And then when everyone was leaving, Rosalie gripped my arm and held me back. "Bella, why don't you stay for just a little longer?" she asked, waving at the girls that were departing. "We can catch up a bit, and then I could walk you home."

"Um, okay." I shrugged, taking my coat back off and hanging it up again in the closet.

Rosalie smiled at me, closing the door as the last of her guests left. "Thanks a lot for coming," she said, picking up the empty vodka bottle of the coffee table. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, it was great," I answered truthfully, helping her pick up some of the mess left by in the living room. "Thanks a lot for inviting me." Rosalie smiled sweetly at me again, a silent "you're welcome".

"I don't know if this will sound rude or not, but I really don't care…how are you not plastered right now?" Rosalie asked, laughing.

I blushed, throwing some paper plates into the trash. "I guess I'm just not as…um, experienced as the right of you," I said with a shrug, and Rosalie stared at me in confusion. "I haven't done stuff like that before, and I've never had a real boyfriend." Edward flitted through my mind for a brief moment, and I started feeling guilty all over again.

"Oh." Rosalie's expression shifted. "Emmet kind of told me about what happened with you and Edward. I'm sorry, I know that must have been rough, especially with your school and ballet and all of that."

"Yeah," I said, not elaborating. And then I realized that Rosalie had been in very much the same situation I had been in, and maybe she could offer me some insight. "Rosalie…does Emmet being a fireman scare you?" I asked quickly, and Rosalie furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well…yeah," Rosalie muttered honestly. "He risks he life every time he does his job. But he loves it, and he's a hero. And I love him, and being a fireman is part of who Emmet is," she explained, brushing her side bangs out of her eyes. "I'm always scared during his shifts, especially now." Rosalie ran her hand over her stomach, chewing on her bottom lip. "But I know it'll be okay."

I nodded, and we both just leaned against the counters, basking in our silence.

"Bella?" Rosalie breached the silence, glancing at me. "You really didn't sleep with Edward?" She asked hesitantly.

"No." I said immediately, looking down at the floor and crossing my arms over my chest. "Even if our relationship had moved further, I don't think I would have done that with him." Rosalie furrowed her brow further, obviously asking me for a little clarification. "I'm not religious or anything, not at all, but I don't believe in sex before marriage," I explained, and I could feel the blush spreading across my face. "I just think that sex should be between the person who you've exchanged vows with and the person that you are bound to into marriage. Like I said, it's not a religious belief…more of a romantic one," I finished softly, staring intently at the floor. "I want the man I marry someday to be the only man that knows me so intimately."

"Wow." Rosalie's voice was soft and gentle, not at all judgmental. "That's not really what I was expecting…but I kind of get it," she agreed, and I glanced up at her. "I know I definitely had sex before marriage." Again, she rubbed her hand across her stomach, smiling wryly. "But Emmet is the only person I've ever been with, and we both like that. I wasn't his first, but I was his first love, so that makes me feel just as good." Rosalie gazed at me, her clear blue eyes searching mine. "I know Edward really cared about you, Bella. In fact, I know that he still does. He's really broken up about what happened…but he's trying."

"I don't really want to talk about him," I murmured softly, and Rosalie smiled at me.

"Okay."

Some of the information in this chapter is important in later chapters, and I figured that this was the best way to incorporate it into the story. So…keep all that stuff in mind, because it will come in handy later when we have more of a HEA between Edward and Bella.

I hoped you liked the outtake…I'm updating the for real chapter either tomorrow or Tuesday!

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie