This is Our Town Chapter 21, a twilight fanfic

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my pretty, pretty beta, Lady Saruman.

I went home that night before with a million things and more running through my head. I was a little okay with Rosalie being 'tired' but, I wanted to hit Edward or something. At least I was going to be with Edward on my day off.

It was noontime and I had woken up two hours ago. I was watching TV waiting for Edward to come by. I was thinking maybe we could go to the market to get something to eat if he came sometime soon. I figured we were going to eat and catch up so I had a small breakfast. Maybe we could go back to the meadow since it'd been a while since I'd gone there.

Two came by and there was no Edward.

Three o'clock passed and no Edward.

I was bored. Shows on the TV were boring in the morning and soon the after school specials were coming on.

Speaking of coming, Edward still didn't come.

I had a banana while waiting since I didn't want to starve. I felt so pathetic because it seemed like I had been stood up.

But then I knew something was wrong with the Cullen household and all its inhabitants.

The look on Edward's face the night before floated into my mind. It was haunted. It was tired and… lost looking. It was the same look Rosalie had on her face. It made me scared as to what Emmett would look like if I saw him. But I had Edward for a moment though. I had him when I mentioned the plate and clock museum. And then I lost him.

Five rolled by and no one was in this house except me. I was irritated and hungry. I concluded that Edward would not be coming anytime soon and went into the kitchen to fix myself something to eat.

I was so lonely today that I was tempted to go adopt myself a cat. At one point I started talking to myself.

"Get the tortilla and grill it on the pan," I directed myself when I started on my dinner.

I was disappointed but at least I wasn't crying when I found out about Lana after Edward kissed me.

I had never been so disappointed in Edward nor so heartbroken over being stood up by my so-called best friend.

Edward never came. Throughout the day I looked out my window just hoping I could see him walk up to my house or something.

All I saw was the mailman and he obviously didn't stop to keep me company. I sat on the couch eating my dinner with my only friend, the TV. At least the TV couldn't leave.

Edward and I could have watched trashy reality TV together today.

I thought about calling Cameron to go out tonight but when I did, I found out that his line was disconnected. I thought about looking in the phone book for the Davis' home number but then I felt like a stalker when I went to go look for the phone book. It was a good thing I didn't even have a phone book. I mentally made a list to get one right after I kick Edward's ass.

I called Rosalie's number but no answer. I thought about calling Edward but I was mad. He stood me up so I saw no point in going after him after today.

Stupid Edward.

At least tomorrow I didn't have to sit around, half starving, waiting for Edward because I had to baby sit. It was never like Edward to stand me up like this. I had half the mind to walk to his house and slap his pretty face around for thinking he could do this to me.

But I didn't because I decided that he didn't deserve to be around me since he didn't even want to in the first place. I walked to the market and got myself some ice cream and ate the whole thing while watching made-for-television movies.

I hate you Edward Cullen, wherever you are and you better have a damn good excuse about not coming.

I was less angry this morning when I saw Cynthia running down the driveway towards me. I was freshly showered and ready for work.

Cynthia ran into me full force and I was almost knocked down.

"Bella!" she squealed happily. "Guess what we did yesterday! Mommy and Daddy took me and Alice to the place with the fishies and the sharks!"

"The aquarium?" I asked her. Alice must have had a lot of fun, I thought sarcastically.

"Uhh-qeerium?"

"The place with the fishies and the sharks?" I repeated sheepishly.

"There were blue fishies and green fishies and red fishies and a big shark!" She extended her arms out as far as she could. "They were thiii-iiiiiis big! They were ginormous!"

I took her hand and led her inside while she kept talking excitedly.

"And there were dolphins and penguins and whales! And then we watched the dolphins jump around and the black and white whales!"

"The killer whale?

"Is it black and white?" she asked.

I was out in no time. Mary and Jerry went to the market to restock on groceries and run some errands and Alice stayed up locked in her room. I listened to Cynthia explain her day at the aquarium in great detail and then she showed me the dolphin plushie her father had bought her. Mary had bought her a book on marine life, and after Cynthia told me about her day, she read the book to me.

As Mary and Jerry came in with their groceries I was paid and then dismissed with the rest of the week off.

It seemed like there was less stress on the parents that now they were able to spend more time with their kids.

It was good for the Brandon family but it left me completely and utterly bored.

As I was walking out of the house I heard Alice and Mary fighting again. I imagined Cynthia sitting there minding her own business as her mother and sister shouted at each other. So interrupting again, I rang the doorbell and the door opened with an anxious Jerry behind it.

"Yeah Bella?" he asked nervously.

"I was wondering if I could just take Cynthia just for the afternoon. You know just show her around and let her talk a little more about the aquarium. And maybe teach her how to say aquarium."

"Sure. Cynthia's in her room so just go on up. And bring her back at eight."

I passed by the kitchen where Alice and her mom were screaming in.

"He's not a pervert!" Alice screeched.

"He bought you that red dress! The only people I see wearing that dress are hookers and strippers! Humor me Alice, are you even a virgin?"

"That's none of your business! God why can't you ever just mind your own business? That dress isn't for hookers! It's a Marc Jacobs' design and it's expensive!"

Up the stairs and I could still hear them tearing at one another.
"Cynthia?" I knocked on the closed door.

No answer.

I knocked a little louder and then cracked the door open to pop my head in.

"Cynthia?"

On her bed was a big lump and I figured that Cynthia was hiding under the covers. I shut the door behind me and walked towards the bed.

"Cynthia?" I asked and lifted the covers.

She was lying down in the fetal position with her bear close to her chest.

"Daddy told me to go to my room because Mommy and Alice are yelling."

"Well do you want to go out with me?"

She nodded.

"Okay then let's go." I extended my hand to her, which she accepted, and pulled her out of the bed. Cynthia clutched her bear as we left.

Hand in hand we went down the stairs and past the kitchen.

"I don't care that you don't like Jay! I love him and that's all that matters!"

"Alice, you have no idea what love is! You're lucky I even let you have a boyfriend!"
"Oh now you're going to pull this?" Alice yelled and then started mocking her mother. "I put a roof over your head, clothes to wear, and food on your table, blah, blah, blah!"

"Well it's true!"

We walked past them and in no time left behind the yelling.

I didn't know where to take Cynthia so I took her to where I lived. We sat together in the backyard and she picked flowers for me. She and I made hot dogs with a microwave oven and watched SpongeBob on TV.

Sitting in front of the TV and watching a yellow sponge laugh obnoxiously while Patrick Star wrote a song for himself, I observed Cynthia laughing and giggling. I remember giggling and laughing like that when I was younger. I remember giggling and laughing with Edward.

Edward.

Edward had bailed on me yesterday. Edward made me angry to the point were I would probably break his nose if I saw him with apologies streaming out of his mouth.

It was getting closer to dinnertime and I decided that we should beat the tourist rush and get to some eatery soon or else perish in the lines.

From personal experience as a child I knew that children and lines don't go well together.

I cleaned up our small mess and then collected Cynthia.

"We're going to go eat," I told her.

She nodded and got her bear, which was sitting upright next to her.

As I opened the front door, speak of the devil.

Edward Cullen was standing in front of my door with his hand closed in a fist and mid-air.

"Bella?" he said a little incredulously.

"Yes."

"Hi."

I felt Cynthia tug on my hand and shuffle behind me.

"Hi." I replied impassively.

"So about yesterday…" he trailed off.

And thank every single angel and god there is to exist because Cynthia tugged on my hand and whispered, "I'm hungry Bella."

In my mind I smiled because I knew for sure I didn't want to talk to Edward or his excuse as to why he bailed on me. I didn't want to hear another 'I was tired'.

I didn't ask Edward to continue his sentence nor did I even say anything. I just stood there glaring at him and probably making Cynthia feel more and more uncomfortable.

He ran his hand through his hair and shuffled his feet while muttering under his breath. I didn't catch any of it but I did deduce that he was nervous.

"Where you about to go somewhere?" he asked me.

"Yeah."

My one-worded answers must make me seem brilliant. I was playing it cool.

"I see. Mind if I come along? I can drive."

I wasn't really opposed to walking but it had been a while since I'd been in a vehicle. And the all walking could tire Cynthia.

"Alright."

I had caved, and half of me wished I hadn't. I was inside Edward's brand new silver Volvo and it still smelled like new car.

Cynthia was sitting in the back, hugging her teddy bear close and a little iffy of her new surroundings.

I didn't know where Edward taking us and I was baffled when he got on the freeway.

No small talk in the car. The only sound was the air conditioning going and Edward's smooth tires driving down the freeway. It was awkward. It was awkwardly quiet as if Edward knew there was some bitterness towards him. And frankly, I didn't blame him.

"I know you're mad at me about yesterday," he said lowly, "and I want you to know I'm really sorry."

I stared dead ahead, focusing on a red car. "Edward, this is hardly the place to talk about it." He nodded.

"Not in front of Cynthia." I told him with gritted teeth.

It was like Edward had forgotten that Cynthia was with us.

"So what's your name?" he asked her loudly.

She didn't answer.

I turned around. "It's okay, just tell him your name."

"Cynthia…" she said timidly.

"That's a pretty name, Cynthia" Edward smiled. "My name is Edward."

She didn't say anything but clutched her bear tightly.

Edward had taken us to a pizza parlour that claimed to be the best in the state. After we put in our order Cynthia tugged my arm.

"I have to pee," she informed me.

I walked her to the restroom and waited for her to finish up so I can boost her up to reach the sink.

She was all smiles as she washed her hands.

"Is he your boyfriend?" she asked curiously.

I chuckled. "Edward?"

"So he is your boyfriend?"

I thought briefly about the less-than-twenty-four-hour relationship Edward and I had. I couldn't tell Cynthia he was my ex-boyfriend rather than my boyfriend because then I would have to explain to her. Then for a split second I remembered the bracelets Edward and I had exchanged at the Christmas in July festival. I put it into my nightstand when I had packed after all school did not occur during summer time. I didn't need more memories of Edward, especially physical memories, to distract me from my studies.

"No, he's not," I told the little girl.

"Do you think he'll be my boyfriend? Alice has one."

How cute; she wanted to be like her sister. I then knew that she still loved her sister despite said sister's rotten behavior.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"What if he says no?" she asked nervously.

"I promise he won't. You're a very cute girl and Edward's a very nice person," I said with a smile. I thought it was so cute.

"Bella?" Cynthia yanked on my shirt. "Can you ask Edward for me?"

"Sure."

Drinks had arrived at our tables and Cynthia started sipping away her apple juice while Edward and I developed a mutual interest at looking out the window. She was kicking her feet about and her bear was sitting on the table next to her cup.

"Slow down," I told Cynthia when I heard her slurping the last of her juice, "or else you won't be able to eat pizza."

She put her cup back down and whispered sharply, "Now!" She grabbed her bear and buried her face into it.

I, on the other hand, put on a pleasant face and called Edward's name.

"Yeah?" he answered, a little surprised that I wanted to talk to him.

"Cynthia," I began and the little girl started kicking her feet harder and pushed her face even more into her plushie's backside. "Cynthia wants you to be her first boyfriend."

He looked a little taken back and it was good that Cynthia still had her face in her bear or she would assume that he was offended. I nodded furiously hoping he would get the message that it was just a cute little pretend game.

He quirked his eyebrows up and said exuberantly, "Yes, of course I'd be your boyfriend."

Cynthia took her head out of her bear and smiled widely.

Edward smiled back as well. "Well I would be a bad boyfriend if I didn't treat my little girlfriend to some games?" He got up and extended his hand to her, which she gladly accepted. For some reason I felt like a third wheel.

"Can you watch my teddy bear?" Cynthia asked me.

And the bear was apparently a fourth wheel. Maybe I could have a hot date with the teddy bear while Edward and Cynthia played games.

At least Cynthia opened up to Edward a lot quickly than she did with me. It could have been the fact that she saw I trusted Edward, however little I spoke to him.

Cynthia was sitting right next to Edward because she claimed that she had to be close to her boyfriend the whole time so I ended up sitting next to her bear. The pizza had come and we were all eating.

"How long have you had your teddy bear?" Edward asked her.

"Mommy said Daddy bought it when I was born."

"Do you like it?" I, personally, thought that was a stupid question but I held my tongue and took another bite out of my pizza.

"Yes."

"Does it have a name?"

She shook her head.
"I have a bear too."

Cynthia smiled with her mouth full. "You can't have a bear! You're a boy!"

Edward smiled while I hid mine behind my pizza slice.

"You're a boy-girl!" she cried.

I smiled even wider.

Edward was laughing gently. "I guess I am. I've had my bear since I was a baby. It looks like your bear except it has a green bow."

Cynthia's bear had no decorations whatsoever; it was a plain tan bear with black eyes and nose but it looked so cute.

"Does your bear have a name? Edward asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Well don't you want to name it? My bear's name is Calvin." UGH.

"Calvin? That's an ugly name!"

"I guess it is. Why don't you name your bear something?"

"I don't know," she said again, "but I went to the uh-queer-euhm!"

Cynthia was ignoring my instructions to not speak with her mouth full as she told Edward about the aquarium.

"And then Daddy bought me a dolphin and he bought Alice a keychain and then…"

"Who's Alice?" Edward interrupted.

"My sister. She has a boyfriend. She always talks to him." Cynthia's head was bowed down. "Can I have my bear?" she asked me quietly.

Edward shot me a puzzled look as he watched me hand over the nameless bear.

As we drove back home in Edward's shiny new car, said owner of the car and Cynthia were both talking. I sat there in silence listening to the little girl talk about what she and I did ever since I started babysitting her. She talked about her parents but hardly touched Alice. Edward nodded and made small comments as he drove us smoothly back to the Brandon's house. Eventually Cynthia fell asleep and it was quiet.

"Are you still mad?" Edward asked. For someone who was going to an elite private school, he asked stupid questions.

Questions that I didn't justify with an answer.

"You're mad," he said.

"No, Edward. I am disappointed but now isn't the time to talk about it. Cynthia can wake up any moment."

He nodded and reached to fiddle with the radio controls.

With Cynthia dropped off at home I was alone with Edward. I just wanted to stay mad at him. I was annoyed with his excuses and I knew I was just going to get more if I gave him the chance to explain. I didn't want any more excuses. And Edward finally caught on that I did not want to talk to him at all about his absence. I just could not take in another excuse at the moment.

"Cynthia's really cute."

No answer from me.

"So you're babysitting or what? Is she your cousin?"

I broke my vow about talking to him and said, "I'm babysitting her because I was bored since I thought my friends would join me during the summer but they didn't."

He didn't talk for the rest of the ride home.

I waved half-heartedly to Edward as he drove away in his car. I slumped onto my sofa and sighed heavily. I was physically and mentally exhausted from chasing Cynthia to get into the car, and from Edward. I had half the mind to just sleep here on the sofa but I needed to shower since I smelled like pizza and cheap games. Even a little of new car smell.

Eventually I managed to pull my lazy and tired butt out and drag it to the shower and into bed.

But I just couldn't get Edward's voice out my head when he said 'I want you to know I'm really sorry' as I laid in my bed to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and got ready. I didn't know exactly what to do but it was obvious I couldn't go to work and I couldn't go to Edward. I thought back to my girl's night out proposal I had and decided to put it into action with Rosalie. It was more of a girl's morning out… that could possibly go on till nighttime.

Possibly.

I trekked out into the sunny day and started walking. I really should get a car.

I made it to the Cullen's house and I saw Emmett standing outside with his head poked in his car. At the driveway I looked up and saw Esme standing on the second floor next to the window where her art room was. She didn't notice me but instead was staring straight ahead. I turned around to see if I could see what she was looking at but I saw nothing of interest. I turned again to look at her again and she looked tired… and hurt. Soon she walked away from the window. My stare lingered a little longer and then my attention was diverted to Emmett. The hood was propped up and I could see the grease and oil stains that were covering his cheek.

"Hey Emmett," I greeted.

He grunted and took his head out and replied, "Hey Bella. Edward's still asleep right now, probably."

"Oh, I was actually wondering where I could find Rosalie…"

And then his face became empty and he was quiet. He wiped his hands against his jeans and then retreated back under the hood.

"She's probably in the kitchen with Esme or watching TV. Go on in," he told me without even looking back up.

I felt like I didn't belong when he gave me permission. I gave him my thanks and went inside the house and found Rosalie in the living room watching TV like Emmett said she'd probably be doing.

"Hey," I said.

She jumped a little and looked at me a little stunned. "Hi… I think Edward's still asleep."

"Yeah Emmett told me." And then she turned her attention to the TV again so I couldn't see her entire face. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to do something today? We could get that vegetarian pizza you showed me a while ago even though I had pizza yesterday. And we can go save lobsters or something."

"Alright, that sounds nice, lets go," she answered.

No comment about saving lobsters?

I had breakfast with Rosalie and it was as quiet as it was when I had gone out with her earlier this week. She barely touched her breakfast or spoke but sat there with a blank stare. I asked how she was and she shrugged.

I was running out of patience with that whole household. Edward was standing me up and Esme looked like a nightmare. At least this morning Emmett was a little conversational with me till I asked where Rosalie was… kind of like how Rosalie didn't look me in the eye when I mentioned Emmett.

"So how are you?" I asked her.

"Fine," she replied.

And that was the end.

We were sitting at the beach in silent. Rosalie told me she didn't really feel like going anywhere but just sitting at the beach. It was tourist season so people were bustling about around us. Little kids were splashing in the shallow water while parents watched them like a hawk. Young couples were walking along the shore and sneaking kisses with one another. Rosalie and I were watching them but there was no commentary.

"Do you think Edward and you would be like that?" she asked suddenly when a couple in matching green swimsuits were in front of us. They were probably in their very early twenties. The woman stopped walking and her boyfriend turned to her. She said something to him that made them both smile and he tucked a piece of her hair that was blowing out of her ponytail behind her ear. She put her hand on his cheek and kissed him. It was a cliché scene to witness but it was sweet. When she pulled away she said something and once again they both smiled. He nodded and she gave him a peck on the cheek. He turned and bent low while his girlfriend hopped onto his back. Rosalie and I watched the boyfriend carry his girlfriend until they disappeared behind a mass of people.

"I don't think so," I told her honestly.

"Why not?"

"Edward and I are just friends."

"But you've kissed and held hands and everything. You two get along so well."

"He and I just can't be a couple."

"Why not?"

Why did it matter? I wanted to ask her that. "Well first off there is the distance thing."

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder."

"Not for Edward, it doesn't."

"Why don't you want to be with him?"

"Because he doesn't want to commit. Either way I'm okay with being friends."

"Bullshit."

"Very ladylike."

"Well it is. What if you two were destined for one another?"

I thought about it briefly last summer when I was in a very short, few hours relationship with Edward. "If it were true then I'll just let it all fall into place."

"You two get along so well though."

"Angela and I get along well but we're not girlfriend… and girlfriend. Okay that was a weird example. I get along with Cameron and I'm not in a relationship with him. I just think there's more to a relationship than simply getting along with the person."

"I guess," was her reply. But I was on a roll. I didn't simply stop there.

"I mean you and Emmett get along as well but you trusted him. He was on the verge of being expelled and you were starving yourself. And yet most people would shy away from things like but you both accept each other. You even told me one day you'd marry him."

During my mini rant, Rosalie had bowed her head down and her hair was covering her face. I could see that she was crying as her body shook and the sounds hit my ears.

"Rosalie?" I asked gently.
She didn't answer. I put my arms around her shoulders while she collected herself. It was at least ten minutes before she spoke.
"Emmett and I aren't together anymore." My eyes widened at her statement. I knew something was going on between them but I didn't expect a breakup. I was more or less expecting a really big fight that and they were both too stubborn to admit they were wrong. It was Rosalie and Emmett for goodness sakes. They balanced each other out. One was realistic and the other was goofy but they were happy. They had soft spots for one another.

I didn't reply but instead waited for her to continue.

"He says we're on a break but I call it like it is. It's a break up," Rosalie whispered softly between quiet sobs.

"What happened?"

"We just fought… a lot. We've fought before and didn't talk for a day or two, but this is different. We hardly look at each other."

"How long?"

"About a month and a half."

My heart sank for them both. It really was crushing both of them. And it explained all the blank stares I got when I mentioned the other person. It explained why Rosalie was so expressionless when I saw her.

So what about Edward? I didn't want to be insensitive and ask her what Edward's problem was though. She cried a little longer before pulling herself together. She looked at me with watery eyes and a flushed nose.

"I'm really sorry Bella. I know I haven't really been much fun but it's just hard. It's hard being happy."

"It understandable."

"I'm going to go back actually. I just don't really feel like being out. I miss Emmett." And then she laughed softly and tearfully. "Sometimes I stand next to a window upstairs and watch him work on his Jeep."

I nodded. "I'm pretty sure he misses you too," and I thought of his plain profile when he went back to his car.

I was pretty sure they still adored one another.

Rosalie gave her goodbyes and I watched her walk away. It was so sad because I never expected Rosalie and Emmett to ever break up. Fight, yes but break up or breaks, no. When she was out of sight I began to walk myself.

After a very unproductive afternoon that consisted of television and doing summer reading I had my dinner and went to bed. Of course, I reminded myself that I should probably get a laptop or something so I would have more activities to do since it seemed like my friends were caught up in personal matters. I would just have to wait and hope they make it out successfully. Even though I didn't experience what Rosalie was going through I saw her pain. I didn't know what was bothering Edward but it must have been important. But Esme was hardest. She, I could not figure out.

In the middle of the night I woke up to my phone ringing and the front door being banged on like someone was trying to kick it down. I scrambled to find my phone and a heavy, blunt object while wracking my mind on who to call first—the police or Emmett.

I couldn't find anything useful in my room but I did find my phone. I picked it up and in a rushed, panicked voice I asked, "Hello?"

"Bella! It's Mary! I'm outside of your door! Can you open it please? It's an emergency."

I charged down the stairs, alert and hurried, and threw the door open to reveal Mary Brandon in her nightdress with a robe on and Cynthia in pajamas, a sweater and holding onto her bear and a duffel bag.

"I'm sorry Bella but it's a real emergency." She ushered Cynthia, who was staggering, into the house.

"What happened?" I asked her, "and where's Alice?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "Do you have a spare bedroom? Or your room?"

I led her up the stairs as she kind of dragged Cynthia up to the guest bedroom.

She was tucked in and fast asleep when we closed the door.

Back downstairs Mary started crying into her hands. "Alice is the emergency," she answered my question.

"Is she okay?" I imagined her petite body dressed in hospital gowns with machines and tubes hooked up to her.

"Jerry and I woke up in the middle of the night because he said he heard something from downstairs. He told me to go get the girls, lock the door, and hide in the master bathroom. I told him I would go down with him so I grabbed a hair dryer and Jerry had a candle holder."

I started to hold my breath as she continued. I was anticipating the part when she would tell me that Alice was brutally beaten by the robber or raped or something.

"We made it downstairs but we didn't see anything. The windows were intact and locked and so was the door. Nothing had moved at all. We figured maybe he got into the girl's rooms so we went back upstairs. We checked on Cynthia and everything was okay. But then Alice…" she stopped talking.

I waited and then coaxed her, "But then Alice…?"

"Alice is gone," she whispered. I barely caught on to what she had said.

"Gone?" I repeated in disbelief.

Mary nodded. "Her bed was empty with nothing but a note saying 'I'm going home.'. I don't know how she did it but she managed to find a way back to New York. I don't know what she's going to do or where she's going to stay. I don't even know if she's safe. She won't pick up her phone at all. Jerry is driving to New York to go look for her and I'm supposed to stay in case she comes back but I know she won't come back." She cried even more.

"Mary, I think you should go back. In case she does come back of course. You never know," I told her. "Maybe she got scared or felt bad and decided to go back home. You have to wait for her here. I'll watch Cynthia until you come to get her."

Mary stood back up and wiped her nose. "Okay," she told me, "you're right. I have to go and wait but I know she won't come back. I'm going to go drive around town to look for her. I think she bought a train ticket too. I packed some clothes and Cynthia's toothbrush in the duffel bag. Thank you so much Bella, thank you."

"It's no problem. Now go."

I opened the door for her and she walked outside I heard her say again, "Alice is gone."

A/N: PWHAHHAHA. I so bad. I broke them up and I made someone run away ^___^ Also I don't know when the next time I am going to update because now I SERIOUSLY need to start on my summer reading and I still have all these other books to read 'cause I… am a nerd and I like making references to other books in my essays.

1. What's your current obsession?

Mine is probably going up to high places and looking down at the city.

2. Who is your favorite Edward?

I love badass Edward 'cause I just love badass boys. The Edward/boys that wear the leather jackets (fake though) and smoke (only Edward though. Fictional Edward can die but I don't want my boy to die.) He cusses in every other word and has the messy hot bed sex hair. And I love womanizerEdward. He's so cocky and arrogant. (: But badass Edward FTW.