Hey fellas!

I decided to be nice, so this is an extra early update…but not really.

I bought my 'back to school' stuff, and now I'm depressed, because I don't wanna go to school!

I have a problem here. I feel like the story name isn't really working for the story anymore. It worked till they were in detention, but I dont like it that much anymore. So I sorta wanna change it...any suggestions?

I don't have more much to say, just that thank you for your reviews. I love reading all your concerns for the two and your thoughts and opinions. I know I don't reply to them anymore, just cause I'm super lazy, but I'm always answering them in my head. And you'll get the answers soon enough.

So, let's get to it then.

Enjoy!

BPOV

While I followed Edward's car, I noticed that we passed through most of town. As we started nearing the outskirts, the forest grew thicker, and less buildings were visible. I was surprised when we reached the more 'elite' neighborhoods. I mean, I knew Edward was rich, but you had to have a whole lotta money to live in a place like this. We drove by beautiful mansions, each passing bigger than the next, until we turned to a secluded street, near the forest. A rocky road, which later turned into a drive, lead to the most amazing house I had ever seen.

It was huge, as to be expected, but very modern and classy, with straight horizontal lines forming the doorway, windows, and a flat roof, that seemed to be stretching across the whole front. The outside was seemed to be done in wood and grey and blue stone. It was truly breath taking.

Edward parked his car on the driveway, instead of in the massive garage. I parked mine in front of the house. Edward was out of his car in seconds -locking it up and then rushing to me. I took my time, gazing at house in awe and wonder. He grinned at my expression.

"Welcome to my humble abode." He smiled with his arms stretched out. He looked so smug, like it gave him satisfaction to see my reaction. Well, it would satisfy me too if my house was bigger than our fucking high school.

"Humble?" I scoffed. "This is fucking gigantic! And it's so beautiful." I sighed. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Don't start with the whole dreamy face thing. It's just a house." He muttered, as we walked up the driveway, to the porch. He pulled out his keys, and unlocked the double doors. He opened the doors for me, and I walked in.

The inside was as just as beautiful as the outside. The huge living was all white, the couches, the rugs, the three walls, apart from the hardwood floors. The back wall was all glass, displaying the forest, and a river. To the side was a staircase, leading upstairs, as well as downstairs. On the other side was a door, leading to which I assumed was the kitchen.

"Edward, I think I have died and gone to heaven." I murmured, and I heard him snort behind me.

"Well, if this was heaven, I wouldn't be here." He joked, taking off his coat. I pulled of mine too.

"Yeah, you're probably right." I smirked at him. He just shrugged and walked into the room. With his shoes on.

I looked at him questioningly, pointing to his shoes. He waved his hand dismissively. So I followed him. He led me into the kitchen, which was, surprise surprise, also extremely modern and classy.

"Seriously thought, how do you ever leave this place?" I wondered, and sat myself on one of the bar stools attached to the island.

"Something called 'having a life' makes me. You might have heard of it." He teased me, opening the fridge. I looked around as he searched the fridge for food.

"Tsk tsk. So rude to your guests." I smirked, though I knew he couldn't see me. He stopped for a second, looked at me seriously and said, "You're not just a guest." And then went right back to searching. I looked at him questioningly, but before I could ask, he said, "Do want something to eat?"

"Um, no, not really." I answered, thinking that eating felt like intruding in this perfect kitchen.

"There's pasta." He added, turning to me.

"Okay." He laughed.

He microwaved us both some pasta, and pulled out two soda cans from the fridge. The scent of pasta flooded through the whole kitchen, making my mouth water. When the food was finally presented in front of me, I gobbled the first bite down without hesitation. Edward chuckled at me, and then he dug in.

"So what are we doing now?" I asked him after we were done eating.

I wonder if he would show me his room…

"We can head to the basement."

Guess not.

"Sure." I agreed, and then we cleaned up our dishes, and headed to the staircase. As we got to the basement, I noticed that it actually was a huge ass bedroom. There was a kingsized bed in the middle, with the biggest flat screen in the world on the wall. The walls were covered in posters, and there was a great big shelf towards the back of the room overflowing with CDs. Two double doors on the side lead to a walk in closet, and another to the bathroom. My eyes widened in wonder.

"So this is my room…" he muttered, and from my peripheral vision I saw him run his hands through his hair. "It was Emmett's before, but after he left for college, I moved in." he explained, staring at me. I nodded my head in approval, grinning. "It's awesome."

He smiled back, and then walked to the bed. He sat down, and then cocked his head to the side, inviting me too. Smirking, I shook my head and went to his amazing music collection.

"Boy, you have so much music." I mused, scanning the titles. I found a lot of my favorite bands, but also plenty of new ones. "Some of this is pretty good."

"Yeah, I've made it my life's mission to only listen to good music. I can't stand any of the radio crap." He said from me behind me. Still with my back to him, I agreed. "Yeah, me neither."

Done with the innumerous amounts of albums, I turned to him. He lay there on the bed, his arms behind his head, staring at me with a funny expression. I thought of something to say to clear the awkwardness. Something popped up in my brain.

"Hey, didn't you have football practice after school?" I asked, realizing that he hadn't gone for so long. He looked at me sheepishly, like he was ashamed of his answer.

"Since I'm the captain of the team, I have certain privileges. I told the coach that I was really busy after school and couldn't make it to practice, so he arranged private practices for me in the mornings." He told me. I raised my eyebrows, surprised at what he did to spend time with me. Blushing, I walked to the bed. He helped me as I climbed on it, and pulled me from my waist to him. I leaned forward, whispering in his ear, "Thanks for that." I nibbled on his earlobe. He hissed, and turned his face. "No problem." He breathed against my mouth, and then pressed his lips to mine.

For some reason, this kiss felt different from our previous ones. Probably because now that I saw a whole new part of his life, I felt more connected to him. I kissed him aggressively, passionately. He returned the fervor triple load, fisting his hands into my hair and anchoring my face to his. My hands went wild, stroking his face, running through his hair, tracing his chest, gripping his shoulders. It was an avalanche of sensations, engulfing me and drowning until there was no rescuing or surviving. I was drowning in him.

The bed allowed us a lot more movement than the backseat, and somehow I found myself under him, with him all over me, pressing his whole body to mine. He was everywhere. His mouth was everywhere; glued to mine, pecking my cheeks, biting my jaw, trailing open mouthed kisses down my neck. I felt him everywhere, even against the parts I never knew could be so aware. I felt him there, rubbing against my soft skin, lighting me on fire. And almost instinctively, I moved with him, grinding and rocking. Pleasure coursed through my whole body, tingling through my every nerve.

"Edward." I gasped against his mouth.

"Bella…" He brought his mouth back to mine, his tongue invading mine. One of his hands travelled down the entire length of my body until he got to my knee. He hitched my leg over his hip, causing him to be pressed completely against me. His body dug deeper underneath, his hips moving faster, harder. I whimpered in his mouth while he let out a guttural moan. And he was moving so perfectly against me, and it felt so perfect, so right, and the frenzy was maddening, and I couldn't get enough, enough of this, enough of him…

Until…

Knock knock!

"Edward, darling, you home? I saw your car in the driveway, and a truck. Come upstairs." I woman called out from above, breaking the spell immediately. I pulled my face back to see Edward throw his head back, frustration evident on his face.

"I guess my mom decided to come home early." He muttered. "Coming, mom!" He shouted, snapping me out of my daze. With my face so hot you could cook pancakes on it, I pulled myself from him. Humiliation took over me, so much shame and confusion that I almost felt like crying. Scrambling to the edge of the bed, I threw my legs down and grabbed my head in my hands.

What the hell had just happened?

Edward noticed my distress, and hesitantly put his hands on my shoulders. "Hey, don't be ashamed." He murmured. "It's okay. We just got a little carried away, but, you know, it happens to everyone. It's nothing to be worried about." He hands tightened on my shoulders. Sighing, I lifted my head and looked at him He stared at me with so much concern and kindness that it made my heart melt.

"I don't know what got into me…" I confessed, looking at him shyly. He smiled gently, and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"It's perfectly alright. I know you feel ashamed, but it's really my fault. I shouldn't have let it get too far." He said, looking at me apologetically. I nodded. I was about to get up, but Edward started talking again.

"But Bella, I need to know what's alright with you, and how far you want to go. I don't want you doing anything you're not comfortable with. And I know what we just did scares you because you're not used to feeling this way. So please set me some limits, because I'm lost here." He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair, frustrated with me.

I was frustrated with myself too. I had no idea what I wanted. Everything we did so far was amazing, and I wanted more, but I was so terrified. How much more exactly did I want, or would I get, from Edward Cullen?

"Edward…" I sighed, biting my lip. "I like…being…with you…and I…I trust you…and…" Groaning in agitation, I dropped my head and stared at my hands. Edward put a finger under my chin and lifted my head up. He looked me directly in the eyes, and asked, "What do you want, Bella?"

"I…I want…more with you. I don't know how much more, but I want more." I whispered. His eyes darkened at my answer, his eyes flicking to my lips.

"Yeah?" He breathed out, licking his lips. I gulped, and nodded. He took a deep breath and inched his face forward, slowly, gradually. I waited, watching his mouth move closer and closer until there were only a few centimeters between us. Growing impatient, I rose up and pressed my lips to his. Just as he was about to kiss me back, his mom yell, "Edward, dear!"

Oh hell…

Groaning really loudly, he dropped his shoulders. I chuckled, pulling back and getting off of the bed. I offered him my hand, smirking. He hung his head in defeat for a few seconds, and then took my hand. I pulled him up with all of my force, and we laughed when he stumbled. Looking in his ceiling to floor mirror, I checked to see if I was looking presentable.

After making sure not a hair was out of place, I walked to where Edward stood. He smiled at me, and pretended to push some hair out of my face. I shoved his hands away, and he chuckled quietly.

"Ready to meet my mom?" he asked, his eyes dancing with mirth.

"I guess."

He stared at me for a few seconds, and then pulled me in for a small, chaste kiss, that still swept me off of my feet. He smirked as I struggled to breathe, and pulled me up the stairs. Before opening the basement door, he pulled me real close, and whispered in my ear.

"And Bella, and I want more with you too. A lot more."

And that's chapter 13!

In the last few chapters I forgot completely about football, until I was reading back, and then I had to mention it somehow.

So, I kept my promise of steamy times in the basement. I used some lines right from the movie, because why not? They seemed to fit. And I also attempted to describe the house as the one in the movie, though I don't really think I did any justice it.

Isn't Bella just an innocent, confused, teenager? I feel for her. And Edward is love.

Once again, thank you to everyone who reviewed. I hit 150, so that's nice. Slow and steady wins the race, eh?

Leave me new story name suggestions. And love. And kindness. And Edward. ;p

Anyway, I'm gonna update early, because I'm really excited for the next chapter.

See ya soon!