"There's only one thing you can do right now to make it okay."

"What's that? I'll do anything." He was so frantic sounding.

A hint of a smile appeared on my lips. "Can you take me home and hold me?"


Chapter 12

A/N: I just want to give some shout outs and clear some things up.

First, I want to thank htr17, acw1, and Morie. htr17 and acw1 review almost every single chapter and don't just say things like "I love it. Please hurry with the next chapter." Their comments are in-depth, and they leave long reviews about what they think. Morie doesn't review as often, but when she does, they compliment the things she likes and the things she thinks I need to justify. I like that. There are many others, and I thank you all, as well. These just stood out to me.

-CLARIFICATION TIME-

CHAP 2: [for ilovetwilight who doesn't have an account] Bella didn't hurt him physically, she hurt his feelings because he thought he could defend himself. In lower grades, a girl beating up someone for a guy isn't cool, it's humiliating. Hope that helps.

CHAP 3: Edward isn't sick, he thinks something bad is going to happen - his family's loss, in this case. Do you know, like, when you get an uneasy feeling, then BAM, something terrible occurs? That's what he had

CHAP 6: Edward doesn't know how to be in mourning. He had put up an act for the last seven years, and he doesn't know how to not act like an ass. When he begins to feel certain emotions, such as love or pain or grief, he locks them away and continues the show.

CHAP 7: Jasper is in mourning, as well. He doesn't show it a lot, but that's mostly because Bella hasn't been spending time with him. She's been hanging out with Edward and trying to help him.

CHAP 8: Carlisle kicks Edward out because he is hurting and feels as though he needs to blame the accident on someone. He feels that if he can place some blame, then everything will get better, even though that's not necessarily true.

CHAP 9: If Charlie adopts Edward, then Bella and Edward will not be step-siblings. Those come from other marriages. It'll be like Twilight, adoption is just something they have to do. Well, that's all I'm going to say.

CHAP 9: Bella has always loved Edward, since they were little, but Emmett got to her first and swept her away. She's been falling for Edward, although she doesn't realize it, harder everyday since she's met him.

CHAP 11: Edward does trust his two best friends, Tony and Jason, just not with Bella because he knows when they get drunk, they try to screw anything that moves. Haha. And Bella doesn't know that Edward is talking about her in the poem he recited, and vice versa.


DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO S.M.



We arrived home twenty minutes later and went upstairs. I noticed that Edward's bed was set up, but he sat on mine instead, and I headed towards my walk-in closet.

"Want some sweats or something?" I asked, my voice still shaky from the crying.

"Um…Yeah, some sweats would be great."

I went inside the large room and rummaged through the bottom drawer for his pants, then the top one for my own pair and a shirt. I walked back out and saw Edward standing there with his shirt off and just in boxers. The scene would've normally made me blush, but no. I didn't have the energy. I threw him his sweats, then turned around and removed my shirt, beginning to head back into the closet. I stopped and all of a sudden felt faint, light-headed. I began to sway, but Edward caught me and laid me down on my bed. He slid my shirt on and my jeans off, and when he tried to put on my pants, I swatted his arms away.

"Just lay down with me, please," I begged in a soft voice, already drifting off to sleep.

"Okay, Bella. Are you feeling okay?" he questioned.

"Just tired."

He lifted me up and pulled back the covers, then he set me down and climbed in. I felt his bare leg against mine and realized he didn't have time to pull on his sweats before I almost collapsed. I was too exhausted to tell him he could if he wanted, so I just pulled his arm around my waist and snuggled my back into him.

I began drifting in and out of sleep for awhile, and once I heard Edward whisper, "I love you," but then, I realized it was just a dream that kept repeating itself. I finally was able to fall soundly asleep to the rhythm of Edward's even breathing, and I stayed that way to the wonderful vision I was having of Edward and me.

Edward and I were standing in front of a large, dark blue house, and I could tell it was in Seattle. There was a little girl, who looked about five, running around the front yard. She was chasing a boy, who looked a year or two older, and he would let her catch him every once in awhile. Edward and I just watched the two children, the ones that looked like what our kids would probably appear to be, the ones who were siblings. Our children, our house, our life together. And it looked more perfect than I could ever imagine.

"Holy shit," someone said in a loud voice.

I jolted awake and saw Tony standing in my bedroom. I looked down to see what we looked like, and damn. I was practically straddling Edward, with my leg almost all the way over his body, my head on his chest, and my arms on either side of him, holding him close. The covers were thrown off, and I was in a tee and underwear, while Edward was still in just his boxers. My hair was probably a mess, like always, and I knew exactly what this looked like to him.

I pulled the blankets over us quickly, probably heightening his suspicion. "Hey, Tony. What's up?"

"Um…Nothing. I came to see if ya'll wanted to hang out. Jasper said you two lived next door to each other. I guess I didn't really know how close he was talking," he mumbled in what seemed like disbelief.

"No, no, no. We weren't having sex. Edward's living here, and sometimes we sleep in the same bed. Well, pretty much every night," I explained.

He scratched the back of his head. "I'm not really comfortable with that thought, because another reason I came here today was because I wanted to ask you out on a date tomorrow…"

Edward obviously had some girl he was in love with, so I thought that maybe dating wasn't such a bad idea. Plus, I didn't just flirt with him earlier for no reason; he seemed nice, charming, hot.

I smiled, hopping out of bed and running a hand through my hair, not caring if I was only in a pair of thin, cotton panties and a low, v-neck shirt that showed plenty of cleavage. "I would love to go on a date with you, and if it goes well, I promise that I'll stop sleeping in the same bed as the egghead over there."

He laughed. "Okay. Thank you. Now, maybe you should throw some pants on and come downstairs with me."

I nodded. "Hold on a sec." I grabbed my sweats and slid them on, intentionally bending my ass over for a second too long. I heard him try to stifle a groan, and I giggled. "Like what you see?"

"How did you notice? My animalistic noise or the obvious bulge in my jeans?" he asked sarcastically.

I walked over and whispered in his ear, "I happen to like the sound you just made…And you seem like a fairly good size."

I grazed my fingertips over the front of him, and he snatched up my wrist in his hand. "Stop playing with fire, little girl."

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to get burned?" I asked, placing a kiss on his neck.

I was no whore, but neither of us could deny that there wasn't sexual tension between us. You wouldn't have been able to cut it with a heavy duty chainsaw. I knew the first time I met him that I wanted to see him lying in my bed, a satisfied expression on his face that I placed there. I knew I told Edward that sex was to be a connection to someone you love in every way, but that was all thrown out the window for me when I laid my eyes on the black-haired god standing in front of me.

Tony let out a shaky breath. "Got a guest bedroom?"

"No, why do you think Edward's bed is in here?" I breathed. "Maybe my dad's room?"

"Isn't he the Chief of Police?"

I trailed fingers up his arm. "Aren't you a bad boy?"

He picked me up without answering and carried me downstairs to the master bedroom. I was surprised he knew where it was, but his house was probably a lot like mine. He set me down on the large bed and stood there for a second.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" I was getting a little impatient.

"Bella, I really like you, and I don't want to jump into the physical part of this. Can we just wait? Please," he begged.

I walked over to him. "Of course. Can I have a kiss, though?"

He grinned and placed his lips on mine. They were as soft as satin, and I didn't want to pull away. I wound my arms around his neck, and when I finally found that we needed to breathe, I leaned my forehead against his and smiled.

"Thank you. And I can wait as long as you want me to. I'm not usually like this. A sex-crazed girl, I mean. I guess your hot body just has more of an effect on me than other peoples'."

He pecked my lips. "I could say the same thing. Well, not the sex-crazed part because I usually am," we both chuckled, "but you're having the opposite effect on me. I've never stopped sex before."

"Well, do you want to get to know each other while Edward's asleep and before our date? We can move to the couch to avoid temptation," I suggested with a smirk.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and placed those warm, smooth lips to my ear. "There's no way to avoid temptation with you in the room."

I pulled back, laughing nervously. "Okay. You've gotta stop making me want to cream my panties."

He laughed, too, tossing an arm over my shoulders and walking out to where the couch and television was. "I like that you're not embarrassed easily."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not about certain things, no."

Tony and I talked for the longest time, and since Jasper was feeling nice, he kept Edward busy after he had awaken, not mentioning that his best friend and roommate were hanging out and continuously flirting.

I learned that Tony's full name was Aiden Anthony Oliver, and he would be eighteen on July 19th. He was originally from Portland, Oregon, but he like Forks a lot more. He had a twin, but I already knew that, and his parents were divorced. He lived with his mom, but she was always gone, and he and Angela never had anyone there to really teach them anything. He turned to sex as a way to cope, and he had been with many girls; I could tell he didn't like to talk about it, but I kept questioning. He loved to skateboard, and he loved alternative pop, such as BoysLikeGirls, but also loved classical music. He used to have a blonde streak in his hair, but it got old, so he went back to all black. He met Jason when he was thirteen, and they had been best friends ever since. He says that the only reason he hangs out with the blonde bimbos is because Jason "likes the ladies", and he doesn't want to ditch him. He said that if it wasn't for him, he would be hanging out with his sister and her friends, Mike, Rachel, Tyler, Jacob, Rebecca, and Eric, along with her boyfriend, Ben. He said that he and Jason took Edward in when he was fourteen, and that he wishes Edward hadn't gained the reputation they had. It was almost as if Jason and Tony were old brothers to him, if only by months.

I had learned so much about him, and I was really happy because of the fact. We had a lot in common, and I didn't want to just throw that knowledge away. One day and I had already begun to fall for him, which wasn't the best thing. Like I said before, it was bad enough that Emmett died, but to already be falling for someone else seems unforgivable.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow, Isabella Marie Swan," Tony said.

I stood on my tiptoes and pecked his lips a few times. "Yes, you will, Aiden Anthony Oliver."

Yes, it seems unforgivable, so I guess I'm going to hell. Twice.