Okay here you all go hope you enjoy finally sat down to write another chapter on this story sorry the updates are further apart that when i first started writing but i have to be in a quirky mood to write this story it isn't quite the kind of fanfic i am use to writing so ENJoY

Chapter 21

"Yo, Are you back here Edward!" I start at the sound of a loud booming male voice and try to pull myself away from Edward's arms. A couple seconds later and out of the corner of my eye I see Emmett appear around the corner of the house, great his friend is here and Edward wants to boast thus why he is not letting me up. I try and give Edward another shove to let myself become free but he only maneuvers me like I am a rag doll and I end up sitting in front of him awkwardly.

I refuse to meet eyes with Emmett and instead I find myself tracing random patterns on the large cast next to me. My one finger sliding over the plaster steals my concentration until I jump at the sound of my name and look up at the huge broad smile on Emmett's face.

"I see you are settling in quite nicely." His eyebrows jump as he speaks and I find my eyes rolling at his sense of humor.

"Good thing your neighbors are so far away, wouldn't want to flash any of them though I don't think I would mind a peak." He laughs again and I clench my jaw.

"I didn't know you had a crush on Edward, I always knew all the girls liked him but you too!" I say before I can help it, my need to say something strong and just like that I feel Edwards arms leave me as he cracks up laughing. Emmett looks amused also but slightly horrified at the accusation. I take the opportunity to get to my feet, leave Edward laughing beside me, and make my way back to the house leaving the two of them to sort it all out without me.

"Bella you don't have to leave." I hear Edward call but just keep walking intent on doing something constructive instead like cooking dinner.

The back door clatters shut behind the two men a little later, I already popped dinner in the oven and was just pouring me a glass of juice.

"Hey, that's mine." I whine as the fresh glass of apple juice is swiftly snatched out of my grasp by Emmett. I cross my arms across my chest and glare at the overly large form that is now downing my juice in one gulp.

"Geeez, did you even know what you just drank, taste buds probably didn't even stand a chance at grabbing at the liquid."

"What?" He coughs obviously chocking a bit on the last of the juice.

I hear Edward laugh as he pulls out the jug of juice from the fridge and hands it to me.

"Thanks." I smile before I grab another glass. "You want?" He nods his head slightly and I grab two glasses instead of one.

With the glasses on the counter I pour the juice into the two glasses and just as I think I am finished pouring Emmett slides his glass in next to our silently asking for more. After I fill the third glass, the jug of juice is for all intents and purposes gone.

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour." I state before I bring my glass to my lips, the counter supporting my weight as I lean back and smile at the two guys.

"Are you implying that since I'm here you are gonna feed me, Bella?" Emmett smirks and looks towards Edward for a moment.

"Well, if you are here when we eat how could I not, I mean for you to just sit there and wait while we both eat wouldn't work cause you know that just wouldn't be nice, though I am not sure how long you will be staying so that is why I stated when we would be eating so you could justly decide for yourself…"

"Whoa there." Edward says with a chuckle effectively making me blush.

"Sorry." I mumble and turn to leave the kitchen heading to safer areas such as the living room.

Emmett stayed for dinner but left shortly afterwards from some not so subtle prompting from Edward, apparently Emmett interrupting our outdoor activities didn't sit well. Edward rushed me through the dishes and now that he got me settled in on the couch the tension in the air is so thick I think I can actually see it. The TV is off and the lights in the house are off except for the kitchen light, the mood as you could say is set for what ever Edward has up his sleeve I roll my eyes thinking of all the cheesy and theatrical things he could do and say at this point. There isn't a movie I haven't seen where a guy and a girl sit on a couch in near darkness that transition into a not so G rated scene without some corny line or stupid cliché move.

I glance at him on the other end of the couch and wish I knew what he was thinking, how easy that would make life. He is watching me I realize almost immediately well what else would he be looking at since he neglected to provide either of us with entertainment, the mere thought of which is making me nervous as hell.

"You're making me nervous." I confess though I think he already knows that.

"I know." He smiles at me again, "How can I stop your nerves from ruining our evening?" He sounds so sincere though his voice is considerate his eyes hold a glint that says much more about his intentions.

"I'm not sure you can." I mummer and look down and taking a sudden interest in the pattern on the couch cushions.

I hear him take a deep breath and let it out loudly.

I can't do this my brain screams but I so very much want to give him a chance. Would I really be feeling this nervous if he was a high school guy? Would I be putting up the same walls? Yes. My mother's voice screams at me and I push her words away and try and focus on what me, Bella, what do I want to do?

"What exactly are your intentions?" I ask him as I look up.

"My intentions?" He says incredulously.

"Your plan you spoke of earlier, you know I don't like surprises so lay it out for me what exactly you intend to do sitting here on the couch with me in the near dark." I feel the red on my cheeks as I take in his expression, underneath the humor another emotion is lurking one that is just a bit scarier.

"You think knowing would help settle your nerves." I nod not wanting my voice to crack as I think about exactly what could come out of his mouth as he answers my question.

"Well, most of what I plan depends on how you respond, I'm not quite as sure of myself as you seem to think, if you say stop or even tense up I'm not gonna push you. Though even if you seemed willing there is a point I don't think I would pass tonight. Hell, Bella what do you want to hear, just thinking about kissing you again has me riled not to mention my thoughts on just getting to second base, if you don't mind my baseball analogies. I'm not looking to going any further than getting there."

"Have you ever hit a homerun?" I ask and he looks at me a little shocked for a moment until I realize how that must sound, shit. "I mean during a real baseball game, not the other thing."

He snorts but smiles, "No…uh though I have during practice."