Disclaimer: I only own my beta.

I am going to have fun writing this chapter because it's fluff!

It's high time there was some nice Bella and Edward fluff because there's too much drama lately.

I must say though, don't forget about Esme. She will have a part in this story besides disappearing at random and convenient times. Or painting in her room. And also, some of the stuff written is based off of actual events in my life. I love inspiration.

Pure fluff, go!

"No more Cameron?" Edward asked me when I pulled away.

"Way to ruin a moment, Cullen."

He smiled at me and I just couldn't help but smile back.

I continued, "No, he broke it off with me today."

"You sure took your time getting over it."

I mock glared at him, "I can take more time to get over him too." I turned to walk away from him.

He did just what I wanted.

He grabbed my hand, pulled me back to him and kissed my forehead.

"You can take all the time you need but it has to be with me."

I giggled and started tickling his sides.

He let out a yell and pulled away and slammed his back into a wall.

I let out a loud laugh and pushed past him and ran to his bed. I quickly pulled the covers over me and curled into a ball.

"Bella, I'm going to get you," Edward growled.

"Safe zone! Safe zone! You can't get me here, it's a safe zone!" I cried through the blanket.

I felt the bed sink a little under Edward's weight when he sat down on the side I didn't occupy.

"Bella." His hands started going under the blanket.

"Safe zone!" I squeaked.

"I'm a rule breaker," was the last thing I heard because I started squealing and screaming when Edward started tickling me through the blankets.

Somehow we ended up in the front yard of Edward's house just lounging around. We tried climbing the tree there but the branches were too thin and the fact that I almost slipped when trying to get onto one of the branches.

Edward looked up to the sky with his arm around my waist and said, "You know what I haven't done in a while?"

"What?"

"Cloud watching." He started to lie on the ground and I followed suit.

"What's your favorite cloud?" he asked me.

"Cirrus."

"Why?"

"Because it always rains in Forks and usually when we have cirrus clouds it's sunny."

"Forks cannot be that depressing."

"It's always rainy."

"I like the rain. In fact, my favourite clouds are cumulonimbus clouds." (They're my favourites tooooooo x3)

"Why are we even talking about clouds? There are no clouds in the sky." Our whole conversation, I was looking for a cloud to look at, but it was summer; ergo, no clouds.

"There's a plane over there," Edward pointed out.

I couldn't see it since the summer sun was practically blinding me.

"You know something else I haven't done in a while?" Edward said.

"What?" I asked.

"Marco Polo. Let's play." He got up all of the sudden and offered me a hand up.

I took it and said, "We don't have a pool."

"So?"

He closed his eyes and said, "I'm going to give you three seconds and then I'll start."

"You can't be serious."

He was when he started counting, "One…two…"

I decided to be smart and sprang away from him by hiding behind the tree.

"Marco," he said.

"Polo," I called in a quiet voice.

Shoot. I evidently suck at this game because he started coming towards me. I tried to go around him but he went the same way.

"I give up," I said when he was mere few feet away from me.

He opened his eyes and smiled brightly. "You're no fun," he said.

I closed my eyes and said, "Marco."

Edward let out a guffaw and I heard his feet waking in the grass.

"Polo."

I went to my left, waving my arms around and said, "Marco."

"Polo."

"Marco?"

"Polo," he teased me. He was definitely straight ahead.

As I went straight, my knees hit something and sent me toppling over. I opened my eyes and saw the green grass coming to meet my face. Instinctively, I turned to my side and landed there. At my feet was Edward in a state of amusement.

"You jerk!" I yelled and kicked him lightly.

"You should have seen your face!"

I kicked him again. "You jerk," I said again even though I laughed a little.

"I got on all fours and waited for you to fall over me!"

"I know."

And this brought on a whole new wave of laughter.

"Will you get something bigger than that measly ice cream cup you got when we first came?"

"I didn't need to get that measly cup if you didn't make me hate you."

Edward feigned hurt and placed his hand over his heart. "Ouch, Bella, are you saying I'm bad at courting girls?"

I stuck my tongue out and Edward smiled.

He opened the ice cream shoppe's door for me and went in after me.

"Let's just get something really big and share it amongst us," Edward said with his hand on my back as we looked at the menu.

"Can we just get a million scoops of all the ice cream and add all the toppings to it?" I asked eagerly.

Edward gave me a look of disgust and said, "I'm not Emmett but we can get like six scoops with everything."

I pouted and gave in.

"Okay, winner takes all, okay?"

I nodded with my spoon in hand. This was a very bad idea but it was insanely fun at the same time—mostly insane though.

Face it—it's a terrible idea but I did it anyways. Edward and I got bored just talking—we have a lot of time to talk anyways—and eating our six scoops ice cream with every topping known to the ice cream world and we ended up creating a competition for us. We ate about two scoops and we were down to four when we ordered four more scoops to make a total of eight scoops onto our giant bowl. How the scoopers did it was beyond my imagination but we weren't here to learn how ice cream is strategically placed into a bowl; we were here to compete. Winner takes all.

"Now do we have to go over the rules again to prevent any cheating, Bella?"

"I don't think so because in this game, you can't get down on all fours and trip me while my eyes are closed, Edward."

Edward smirked at me, "You had to admit it was funny."

"Haha," I laughed sarcastically but deep down I found it witty and clever.

"Anyways, loser has to carry the winner home because the loser is the slave for the next twenty four hours, and loser has to pay for dinner. First person who finishes all four scoops wins and no passing scoops to the other person or anything."

"I know, I know. I hope your wallet has a lot of money because I'm feeling particularly hungry tonight, Eddie."

"Well I hope you have a lot of upper body strength, Isabella, because you're going to carrying me all night."

"One," I said.

Edward continued, "Two."

"Three!" we both shouted.

The horses were off. Or at least we were.

I tackled on the strawberry ice cream and Edward took on the chocolate. I could already feel my mouth get numb as I shoveled in my fifth bite. These were really big scoops.

We were both head to head on our second scoop and not only were my mouth getting numb but my hands were too from the cold spoon and I could feel the beginnings of a brain freeze coming on. Edward was taking everything in. I could see his teeth chatter a little and he held himself a little closer by crossing his legs and sticking his free hand in between his crossed legs.

At least he was suffering too.

I'm pretty sure we both agreed inside our heads that this was a crazy idea.

It was down to this. I was about halfway done with my third scoop whereas Edward was heading onto his last bit. I shoveled in a big one into my mouth and started furiously chewing when I took my spoon and started to whack Edward's hand away from getting another in the big bowl. I was buying myself time.

I swatted his hand with the back of my spoon and he let out a loud "Ow!" while I smiled triumphantly on the inside. He didn't say we couldn't hinder our opponent's progress so I really wasn't breaking any rules—maybe just morals on competitions.

"Stop it!" Edward scolded as I hit him again for the third time. I took my hand back and took in another big spoonful before I smacked Edward again.

"You're getting ice cream on me!"

I loved this; it was like killing two birds with one stone. I finished my big bite of ice cream and we both used the free time to get the ice cream since I wasn't smacking anyone with silverware. As I reached over to hit Edward, his free hand came out and pinned my poor spoon hand down to the table. Edward smirked at me as he took in another bite.

"No fair!" I yelled as a cold rush ran through my body. It was freezing now to my body. Every cell in my body was practically on their nonexistent knees begging me to stop but I couldn't.

"It wasn't fair too when you started maiming me with silverware," he said between mouthfuls. "I hope you don't collapse when you carry me home."

I took my left hand and grabbed my spoon from my trapped hand and started scooping furiously all the ice cream I could into my mouth. I was a full scoop behind and Edward was half a scoop away from a piggy back ride back home. He let go of my hand and I had switched my spoon back to my dominant hand when Edward started to eat slowly as if he were taunting me. He picked little bits off and took his time getting it off the spoon while he was watching me-teasing me. He would lick it off and sometimes he would nibble little by little. I wanted to throw a pie at his face but there were no pies nearby for throwing.

I had managed to get down to half a scoop like Edward but even though he was teasing me and letting me catch up, his spoonfuls got a little bigger and bigger as my brain freeze got bigger and more painful. Every part of my body was cold and numb and I wanted to stop but I couldn't give Edward the bragging rights nor could I degrade myself to be the boy's slave for the next full day. I took a deep breath and ignored the frigidness coursing through my body. I had to do this. I have to.

Even though Edward was pulling through a strong finish when he was eating slowly he was just as numbed as I was. Along our bodies there were little goose pimples forming and Edward was holding himself even closer. He was alternating hands by using one for the spoon and placed the other one in between his crossed legs.

Good, he was just as frozen as I was.

I was at least a good three big scoops behind when Edward had just plunked his spoon down and said with a chattering voice, "Finished."

Shoot.

I stopped eating and looked up to meet his smirk that was just mocking me.

With a cold body and an even more frigid mouth, I yelled, "That's not fair!" and threw my spoon down. "You're related to Emmett!"

Edward smiled and rubbed his temples." I have a giant brain freeze and I am freezing my butt off."

I didn't say anything but it was very cold indeed. Almost five scoops of ice cream downed into a body wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy.

I slumped into the back of the seat and Edward grinned even wider.

"Don't be a sore loser, Bella."

I stuck my tongue out like the sore loser I am.

We were sitting outside the ice cream shop catching the last of the sun so we could warm up. At least I didn't have to carry Edward there.

"I feel like I'm going to pop," I said with my head on Edward's shoulder.

"We still have to eat dinner."

Our competitive high worn off and we just wanted to sit and relax and let the entire frozen dairy digest. If I exploded, all of Midnight Beach would be covered with a medley of chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, rainbow sorbet, mint ice cream, and even frozen dairy products I never heard of.

"Can we just skip dinner?"

I closed my eyes when I heard Edward chuckle his response, "No, we Cullen men have a fast digestion and a hearty appetite."

From his shoulder I felt him straighten up and saw him puff out his chest.

"Down boy," I laughed.

We both had our little chuckle and just watched the sun set over the buildings.

When the sun had set completely and people were closing up their shops while the tourists went back to their hotels we decided to leave.

I absentmindly took Edward's hand and asked, "Do you ever wonder what Midnight Beach looks like without the tourists?"

"I don't think it would be very different," Edward replied. But replying was the only thing he did since he just stood there while I was a foot or two ahead of him, still holding his hand.

"What's up?' I asked with a confused face.

"I feel like being carried home."

So my high hope for Edward to forget about me losing kind of failed.

"You're going to be the death of me Edward Anthony Cullen. You overall fatness and all the ice cream combined is going to squish me to death."

He smiled and said, "I'm flattered that your death will have to do with me. It shows that I was a very prominent figure in your life."

"Or you just know how to kill people with your presence."

"It's something you develop over the years. Now hup hup dear girl, the air won't carry me itself."

I bent down a little and Edward hopped up. I let out an oomph and started to stagger about.

"You're really fat you know."

"I prefer to term 'voluptuous'," Edward said next to my ear.

To be honest, Edward wasn't really heavy but that didn't mean I wanted to carry him all the way back. It was at least a ten minute walk but it just turned into a twenty minute walk.

"Voluptuous tends to be used to describe women, you know."

"If I were a woman, I'd be voluptuous."

"It's a good thing you aren't because you'd put all the other girls to shame."

"All except for you," he whispered in my ear.

"Ew!" I screamed, "Don't do that!"

"Do what?" he asked innocently.

"That whispering thing! It just sounds creepy!"

"You mean, like this?" he lowered his voice.

He was right next to my ear and I could feel the goose pimples coming back.

"Stop it!" I scolded. "It's creepy!"

"Why?" he asked in the same horrible undertone.

"You sound like a creepy pedophile."

"But I'm not a pedophile!"

"Well you sound like one when you do that!" I started laughing.

"I'm not a pedophile," he whined.

"You are when you whisper like that."

"I'm not a pedophile," he said in his creepy, low, hushed tone.

I let out a shriek and threatened to drop him.

"Ew, this is just as worse as 'shrivel'."

"What's wrong with shrivel?" he asked me in his normal voice.

My back was starting to hurt and my arms were now aching.

"It sounds so creepy. It's just ew. The way it sounds is vile."

Edward gave a hearty laugh and said, "Shrivel." (Ugh this is such a hard part to write because I'm completely grossing myself out. I really hate that word.)

"Stop! It's such a gross word!"

"How is it gross? It's just a word. Shrivel."

"Uck! Stop or else I really will drop you!"

"Shrivel. I don't see what's so bad about it. Shrivel."

"It gives me goose pimples! It's just so disgusting. The way it sounds just gives me shivers."

"How?"

I sighed and gathered up my courage. "Shh-ri-vel," I enunciated all the syllables and gave a shudder, "See doesn't it sound weird?"

It was quiet and then Edward said, "No," and shrugged.

"It's so disgusting! Out of all the words, I really hate that one! Even the definition is disgusting! Ugh!"

There was another silence.

"True but I don't see the horror of it. Shrivel."

I felt the same shudder run through my body. "Stop it! It's such a horrible word."

"You're weird."

"You're a sadist."

My arms started to hurt even more and I wanted nothing more than a back massage. Everything was hurting and it started to feel like Edward was getting heavier. I had basically slowed down a little towards the end of the conversation about Edward's pedophile whisper.

"Are you getting tired?" Edward asked from my shoulder.

"I was tired the minute you got on my back."

"You can put me down you know?"

"But doesn't that defeat the purpose of you winning—to have me carry you home and the slave?"

"Just because you're allowed to stop carrying me doesn't save you from being my slave. Now I demand you put me down you petty peasant!" He gave my shoulder a little hit.

"Nice alliteration." I stopped walking and Edward shimmed down my backside.

"My back!" I yelled into the disappearing twilight. I stretched upwards and even let my back crack. It felt so good.

"Come on, I'm feeling nice so I'll give you a massage when we get back," Edward said and took my hand and we walked in the dark night under the street lights.

"Do you know why your cottage is painted in blues and purples?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. "No, but it's really uncommon for it to be purple and blue with some white."

"It's supposed to look practically invisible during late twilight." (I completely made that up.)

"How do you know?"

"My mother explained it to me one day. Something about colour schemes and blending and the porch is the only thing that stands out because it's white unlike the rest of the house."

I unlocked the door and reminded myself to look at my house during late twilight. It sounded surreal and a little eerie.

I opened the door and we plopped down on the couch.

"Where's my back massage?" I whined with my pillow shoved into my face.

"You're not going to get it if you complain like that," Edward said, and slumped back with my legs on his lap.

I turned my body so I could stare at the ceiling rather than the darkness of a pillow. I tilted my head to see Edward with his eyes closed and head on the couch.

"What are we going to do?" I asked him.

"We are going to order takeout which you will pay for because you can't eat four scoops of ice cream and watch trashy reality shows until I have to go home."

"I don't want to get up. You're not exactly fun to carry for like fifteen minutes."

"I think you only carried me for about eleven minutes. What do you feel like eating?"

"I don't care," I mumbled.

"Pizza or Thai?"

"Mmm, pizza. I want the veggies one."

"Alright, I'll eat what you're eating."

Neither of us moved.

"Aren't you going to order?"

"No."

"Well neither am I."

Edward raised his arm up and said, "As my slave, I demand you to order us food because you are incapable of eating a large amount of ice cream!"

I groaned and got up but not without giving his head a little tap.

"Do that again and I shall turn into an angry rhino!" (I told you I would use that.)

"You don't scare me," I said as I walked into the kitchen to find a phonebook.

We had a little over half of the pizza gone and we were now channel surfing to find some new shows to hate on.

"I can't believe people think some famous person is their soulmate," Edward commented as he flipped through.

"I think it's just people being really starstruck, along with some infatuation."

"An infatuation for their money and fame. Look at these girls! Their boobs are practically falling out of their tops or rather those shoelaces they call clothes!"

"I thought guys like that…"

"But they're practically prostituting themselves on television. What would their parents say when they watch this?"

"I don't know… I'm not a parent."

"This is a new low for people."

"I know," I said with a bit of a smile. It was kind of fun to see Edward angry like that.

But then it got even funnier when Edward stood on the couch and started a histrionic dialogue with motions.

"Oh famous person!" he shouted in a falsetto voice, "I love you for you! I love you for you! All these girls here, they're all bitches! They're only here for your money and their fifteen minutes of fame but me, I am here for you! I truly do love you with every fiber of my being! I can only hope you choose me to be the love of your life because even though I had only been on this show for two episodes, I have fallen in love with you! I love you! My feelings for you are only real!"

I climbed on the couch to join him. I said in a high shrill voice, "All these other girls, they're not here for you! I'm the only real one here! I'm the only one who really loves you!" I then fell dramatically onto him and clung to dear life.

We both were in a state of laughter and plunked down onto the couch and kept laughing.

"You have a pretty girl voice!" I said in between giggles.

"Yeah that was me before puberty!"

"I'm glad I didn't meet you in your pre-pubescent self. That was almost as bad your pedophile voice."

Edward stopped laughing and gave me a frown but the grinned. "I wasn't even trying when I was whispering!"

"It's still gross!" I laughed.

Eventually we got bored of the trashy shows and cleared the table. I was washing the plates and cups and Edward was drying but then out of nowhere he smacked me on the side with the wet towel. The whole thing then escalated to me throwing cups of water at him while he whipped me with the towel and somehow got a hold of the sponge.

We ended up having to clean that up too.

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you back home?"

Edward puffed his chest out, "Bella, I am the man in this relationship. I walk you home not vice versa." he said.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that we were living in the 1900's."

"It's going to be cardinal no matter what time we live in," he said with his chest still out.

I laughed and poked him really hard as an attempt to 'pop' him.

"So if you're the man in this relationship who doesn't want to be walked home by the girl, does that mean we're like, boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Edward looked thoughtfully for a minute even though it was a little ridiculous since his upper body was still popped out—actually it was very much so ridiculous.

Edward relaxed himself and faced me, "Yeah, we are. Bella, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Do I get to walk you home?"

"Let me rephrase my question: do you want to be the boy or the girl in a romantic relationship with me?"

"I don't know, I'm kind of tempted to be the one to walk you home."

"Well it's one or the other," he said with his crooked smile.

"What happens if I choose to be the girl?"

"I get to walk you home."

"Hmm. Can I get back to you on that?"

Edward pinched me.

"You're a jerk. If I get to be the boy, do I get to manhandle you like that?"

"No, it's shared by both parties."

"You really should write a dating book. "Rule One: Pinching is allowed to both sides of the relationship. Rule Two: Only the male gets to walk the female home."

Edward let out a sarcastic laugh and said, "Well you took too long to choose so the right gets passed to me."

I gave him a look and said, "So if I don't choose a gender you get to choose for yourself and I get what's left over?"

He nodded. "I want to be the male."

"Rule Three: If one party doesn't choose what gender they are in the relationship, the right gets passed to the one who was not presented the opportunity first."

Edward laughed and nodded. "Now good night my girlfriend, I have to get home before my mother threatens to put me in a chastity belt for the rest of my life."

"I never agreed to be your girlfriend or boyfriend!"

"Well you lost that opportunity when you didn't give an answer." He kissed my cheek.

"So I'm automatically in a relationship because I was weighing my options?" I gave a somewhat confused smile.

"Yes," he said and gave my other cheek a kiss.

"What if I'm not happy being the girlfriend? What if I want to walk you home?"

"You can petition it but I think I can make you a very happy girl so that you won't petition it."

I smiled and kissed him.

"Are you happy yet?" he asked when we pulled away.

"I may have to rethink that petition idea. Now get home so you can practice on your hand and make me happy so I don't file a complaint or something."

Edward smiled and gave me another kiss before he opened the door. He gave me another kiss and I just felt overjoyed that I had a boyfriend.

I had a boyfriend and he's kissing me right now!

"I really have to go," he muttered with his lips against mine.

"Okay," I muttered grudgingly.

He put his lips next to my ear and whispered, "Good night pretty girl."

I could feel the goose pimples coming back as Edward walked out with a smirk plastered on his face.

I closed the door thus popping the bubble Edward and I lived in when we were together.

Along with popping that bubble made reality collide into me.

I had a boyfriend.

Reality was harsh and unwelcomed at the moment. I want my bubble back.

There is going to be two/three points in this AN all explaining a bit o' stuff:

Point 1-- I really don't have a reason as to why I didn't update for almost two months. I do apologize though, but I hauled major polar bear ass yesterday and wrote like 8 or 9 pages in 4 hours to get this finished. Well, I did start on this chapter a while ago, I just never finished it. Also, I don't know when I will update next because for school now, I have to do a research paper and if I don't pass that then I don't pass English and I want to pass English. So chances are when I get deeper into my paper, I'm going to start hating MS Word because I'm going to get extremely frustrated at it and not want to see MS Word for a while.

Point 2—I am not going to update all my other stories until I have MB in 'the next summer' of the story. I don't plan to be in 'the next summer' until two chapters, maybe three.

Point 3—I have another one shot in the works. Most of it is done but I still have like 25 percent to finish up. Only one person has seen it and sadly it is not my beta who surprisingly did not write a AN.

Hell, I will add a fourth—I also had another one shot out during the two month of no updates which is partially why I didn't update because that came out. If you haven't read it—it's called One More Weekend—then it would be really nice and awesome if you do! And if you already give yourself a pat on the back and indulge in a cookie.

Thanks for reading! –insert giant smiley face here--

And since I hate the word 'shrivel', what's a word you hate? Leave it in a review.