This is an outtake I wrote, for you guys to see what their life is like after high school. This happens about two years later. And yes, they're still in college.

This was one of the biggest fight we ever got in since we were together.

Sure, every couple fights, but for us, for the last few weeks it seemed to happen more than not.

The beginning of the school year, it seemed to went smoothly; we would take care all of our school assignments before still making time to be with each other. But as the time passed, we started to drift apart, barely seeing each other, even if we were living together. Then suddenly, Edward started to behave very inappropriately, having so often pissing contests with my college partners I would be assigned to do some projects. I hated that, and I told Edward that. But the situation just kept getting worse, until today. I have had it, and I told him so, offended just how little trust he had in me. As soon as I mentioned me moving out, he stormed out angrily, slapping the door on his way so hard, I wondered how he succeeded on not damaging it.

I slapped the door angrily, pissed at him. Once again, he turned even this into a pissing contest.

" I can't believe you!"

"Why?"

"Why?! As if you don't know! I told you a hundred times, I hate it when you do that. As I said before, over and over, nothing is going on between Alex and me. We just work on assignment, that's it."

"No, it isn't. I see how that boy looks at you. He wants you. But he can't have you."

"He has a girlfriend Edward."

"Oh yeah? So why didn't he bring her with him then?"

"Uhhhhh! I can't even talk to you anymore. What happened to that sweet, shy guy I used to know?"

"He's long gone."

" I can see that."

"So that's the one you want? The one who will follow you on your hand and foot, the guy who is so weak that he will need his girlfriend to defend him since he's too of a coward to defend himself."

"Is that what you think?" I shook my head, disappointed, hurtful. "You don't know me at all then."

"Guess not." he said, still pissed, but the look of moisture I had in my eyes softened his posture for a few moments. He sighed. Just as he was about to say something, I spoke, cutting him off.

"Maybe it's best if we took some time off. If you want." I looked at him for confirmation, but he was silent, not moving an inch. I guess that was his answer. My tears finally spilled over the cheeks.

"I'll pack up my bags and..."

" Fine!" he finally slapped, slamming the door on his way out.

As I was packing, I thought about how it was all so different between us back at high school. We simply couldn't keep our hands off of each other, and look at us now; we haven't even had sex for a long time. No sweet words were shared, no cuddling. No kisses. Nothing.

As I lifted the first box, ready to close it up with some sellotape, there was a knock on the door. That must have been Angela, helping me with the packing.

I opened the door to see not Ang but Edward, standing in front of me. Staring at the box, then me, then the box again, both of his hands in pockets.

Then he blurted out something I thought I would never hear from him. "Marry me."

"What?"

"Marry me."

"Edward, marriage is not a joke."

"I know. I'm not kidding."

"You can't just say something like this out of the blue and just...that would change nothing. "

He sighed. "I know. Can I come inside?"

"Of course."

We both sat at the couch, Edward moving the box I still had in my hand, to the the floor, taking his hands in mine.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all of that. I didn't mean to, you know? I was just angry."

"I know. I was too."

"And for everything else. I know I have been a pain in the ass for the last few...well, months, but I just..."

"Tell me," I pleaded.

He sighed. "You were right. I know that. I trust you...I just, don't trust Alex. Or any other guy. And I was jealous, I admit that. And difficult, but only because...I was afraid of losing you." He whispered the last words, hurt apparent in his voice.

"And I almost did. Or already did." Edward was staring at the box again. "I'm so sorry for everything. I promise I'll be better, just...don't go."

We were both crying now, sniffling. "I'm sorry too. Of course I believe you, but you should have said something to me. Talked to me when I pleaded."

" I know.I was...no...am chickenshit."

"No, you're not."

He laughed, taking my face in his hands. "I love you Bella."

"Love you too."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Like you even have to ask."

And he did. Almost as if he was kissing me for the first time,soft, gentle. With care. Love.

After we ran out of breaths, he leaned his forehead to mine. "I missed this."

"Me too."

"You still haven't answered my question though."

"You really are serious about this, aren't you?"

The crooked grin I missed so much, reappeared. "Of course. You know I don't joke about this things."

"Yes." I whispered.

This kiss was full of eagerness. Passion.

"I have an idea."

"I hope you're thinking what I'm thinking."

I smirked. "And what exactly are you thinking?"

"Make up sex?"

"You read my mind."

And there you have it folks. Hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I had fun writing it. :)