I woke up around four o'clock with a serious need to pee. Edward had rolled to his stomach at some point in the night and the sheet was draped across him like something out of a movie. With his Cullen tattoo on display, his face relaxed with sleep, he looked fuck hot. Part of me wanted to wake him for round two but the other part of me had been avoiding moving for ten minutes because I was sore.

I slipped out from under the covers and grabbed Edward's dress shirt off the floor, buttoning it as I tiptoed into the bathroom. Carefully, I shut the door before turning on the light and looking at myself in the mirror. I looked different, somehow — older, sexier. My hair was a wreck, my mascara smudged, but I looked good in his shirt; the thought made me smile. I quickly pulled my hair up into a messy bun and wet my fingertips to wash away the flaked make up, the swished a capful of listerine for good measure.

Part of me had expected that I'd look different… what I hadn't expected was for it to burn when I peed. "Ow," I hissed, flinching as I tenderly wiped. Even with my limited experience, I had a feeling Edward was larger than most and so I chalked the discomfort up to that. Everyone talked about the pain of losing your virginity, but nobody told you that it was going to hurt when you peed afterwards. Prepare a girl!

I flushed the toilet, then waited for the hissing in the toilet tank to stop before I shut off the light and tiptoed back to bed. Edward didn't appear to be awake as I slipped back under the covers, but he pulled me to him anyways and I couldn't help but smile when his warm lips found my cheek. "You left," he accused in a thick, sleepy voice.

"I had to pee," I told him and felt his smile against my skin.

"You know, I think I've loved you since the first day I saw you," Edward confessed, sounding a little more awake but still not fully there yet. "You were just so different than any other girl I've ever met."

"Like one of the guys," I asked bitterly and he snorted.

"No, more like a wildflower in a sea of dime store roses." Edward had a poetic side to him that I loved, it was what made him such a good songwriter. "You and Jasper came to see Emmett in Seattle…"

Jasper and I had driven all morning in my rusty old truck with no air conditioning and a busted radio. By the time we arrived at the University of Washington, my hair was frizzy, we both stunk, and I'd striped down to my Flogging Molly tank top I'd worn under my t-shirt because I didn't want to wear a bra. "Hot, Bells," Jasper teased as I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail and pulled on a worn out hoodie I kept behind the seat of my truck. It was old and faded, I'd gotten it from a thrift store in Phoenix before I moved to Washington, but comfortable — the zipper was broken now, though, so I rarely wore it anymore.

"Bite me," I flipped him off and let him lead me to Emmett's dorm. Unlike my dad, Jasper's parents had let him visit Emmett over the weekend before — I'd had to wait until I turned eighteen, and even then Chief Swan wasn't thrilled with the idea. I was an adult though and he was just going to have to deal. Jasper seemed to blend in with the rest of the shaggy haired idiots that crowded the dorm hallways, but I stuck out. We past more than one group of colorfully dressed blonde girls who gawked at my chucks and the holes in my jeans, I just tried to ignore them.

Emmett was on the second floor and his door was unlocked when we arrived, which was good because I really had to pee. Jasper barged in without knocking and I followed quickly, practically dancing as I demanded the bathroom and Emmett pointed to the closed door opposite his bed. At first, I'd barely noticed him — only offering a slight wave as I darted into the bathroom and slammed the door — but once I emerged, there was no ignoring Emmett's roommate. He was tall and sloppy with piercing green eyes and erratic copper hair like I'd never seen before. Edward Cullen eyed me speculatively and I returned the stare… I think I loved him then.

(Edward)

My God, she was beautiful. Em had told me all about Bella over the past couple of months, even had a couple blurry pictures of them all on stage at the Prom last year tacked to the cork board above his desk, but nothing had prepared me. She looked a mess, her face flushed and her hair pulled out of her face carelessly.

After she came out of the bathroom, Bella shrugged off her hoodie and threw it on Emmett's bed, and I thought I might die on the spot. Because there was a God in heaven, she wasn't wearing a bra and I could almost make out her nipples through the faded parts of her tank top. The girl was a wet dream incarnate but Emmett and Jasper seemed completely oblivious, focusing instead on the video game Emmett was trying to beat. "Hi, I'm Bella," she smiled nervously and I felt my dick twitch when she sunk her teeth into her plump bottom lip.

"Edward Cullen," I introduced myself, offering her my hand. Edward Cullen, really? What are you — 90? Bella didn't seem to mind though because her soft hand wrapped around mine, giving it a soft squeeze, and then tucked an invisible strand of hair behind one ear.

"You look like shit," Emmett commented, once he'd reached a stopping point in his game, and Bella flipped him off. "I told you that piece of shit truck wouldn't make it up here."

"It made it," she complained, giving him a hug. "Respect the truck, McCartey, it's old enough to be your car's grandfather."

"Great-grandfather is more like it."

"I can't wait to get my van," Jasper chimed in. "We need something with air conditioning when we leave for LA."

"If we ever leave for LA," Bella added, rolling her eyes. "This one's a college boy, now. He's got a bright future ahead of him."

"Networking, babe. Eddie here is killer on the guitar, just what we're missing."

"Don't call me that," I grumbled and Emmett grinned, cheeky bastard.

"Yeah," Bella asked, sounding interested. "Why don't you play us something?"

"Pssh. Not here. Acoustics are for shit. I set us up a room across campus to rehearse, one of the perks of being a college man," Emmett winked and Bella rolled her eyes, she seemed to do that a lot. I didn't mind though, her beautiful brown eyes could roll at me any time — thought I'd prefer they were rolling in the back of her head. "You in?"

Emmett pulled me out of my daydreaming and I nodded, grabbing one of my guitar cases from the closet. Jasper had brought his bass and Emmett had a pair of drumsticks permanently glued to his hands, but Bella was empty handed. I knew she sang, but I wondered if she played any instruments or not. Personally I thought Emmett was full of crap about ditching school this summer and taking off for LA, but shouldn't the lead singer play an instrument too?

The room Emmett had reserved was set up like a recording studio, but with a wall of mirrors facing us so we could watch ourselves play. I was impressed by how well the three stepped into the sea of sound equipment and made themselves comfortable while I hooked up my guitar. Emmett gave me some sheet music and told me to follow along as best I could, then Jasper played a couple chords and they were off.

Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby

Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I want to scream it makes me feel alive

Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please

To walk within the lines
Would make my life so borin'
I want to know that I have been
To the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive

Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please

Let down your defenses
Use no common sense
If you look, you will see
That this world is a beautiful, accident
Turbulent, succulent, opulent
Permanent, no way
I wanna taste it
Don't wanna waste it away yeah, yeah

Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby

Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please

Is it enough?
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please

The song was okay and I was able to fall in with the guys pretty easily, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had her eyes closed, unable or unwilling to watch herself sing, but she looked like an angel as she swayed awkwardly from side to side. I didn't know if they had a chance in hell at making it as a band, but I knew in that moment that if that girl was on board, I'd follow her anywhere.

A/N: the song is Anything by Ordinary by Avril Lavigne