AN: Sorry for the long wait guys, I had writers block kinda. I have these annual times where I really can't get into the story and it ends up horrible. And I was a little bummed that I only got 14 reviews, but that is okay. I understand that the 'big reveal' is over and that you might not be as commited or excited. I'm the same way, I live for the big moment all is revealed, its just so intense! hehe

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This is the party chapter, and I don't think it will be what you all will expect it to be, so that could either be good or bad. It's 100% fluff, but the next chapter will get back to buisness...kinda. I apologize in advance for any misspells or bad grammar, I'm still holding a grudge against Openoffice! So, ENJOY!

Chapter 20: The Look

EPOV

I was past the point of trying to hide anything from Bella anymore. Either I really sucked at hiding things, or she could simply read me like an open book like I could her.

I had tried so hard to make her feel better by not adding my fears and concerns to hers. She just seemed so fragile to me and my instant instinct was to do anything in my power to keep her standing and safe. And if that meant hiding my fears and letting them build inside me, I was going to do it.

You saw how far that got me.

So now all I could do was comfort her now that she knew her suspicions about this man weren't phony. They were all too real and everyone else felt them too. And now I just felt hopeless when I saw the blatant fear and reluctance in her eyes that I couldn't prevent. But inevitably I knew sooner or later she would have figured it out, and it was better for her to know she wasn't alone in her feeling now then maybe later when something bigger happened then the man simply implying he knew something about her from her outfit.

That thought sent a shiver up my spine. No matter how much I wanted to convince myself that this could all just be a coincidence, I couldn't ignore the blatant fact that he knew something about us.

He didn't know Bella enough to imply that it was ironic because she was as sweet as an angel and I really hope - for his safety of course - that he wasn't hitting on her. If he was, then he'd soon find my foot shove halfway up his--

"Okay, we don't have time to fix your make up--" Alice said, bringing me out of my thoughts and giving Bella an exasperated look. Bella grinned innocently and as soon as Alice looked away, she pumped her fist in the air and hissed a 'yes!'.

"Heard that Bella..." Alice continued in a bored tone without even turning back around to look at her, "So let's just go and worry about this when we get back. Okay?"

Everyone nodded and began heading towards the door, each already in their own costume. I had to hold back laughter every time I even looked at Emmett with his fake beard and Jasper with his leather chaps... I sighed amusedly, rolling my eyes as I stood, slipping the fake black glasses on my nose.

Bella stood too, and I waited for her to strap the wings to her back and put her halo on. I smiled at just how adorable she looked in her outfit and slipped my hand into hers. I pulled it to my lips and kissed the back of it.

"Lets go." I said and began to pull her behind me towards the door but was yanked back when she didn't budge.

Bella looked expectantly at me, her head tilted slightly upward as a small pout began to form on her lips. I couldn't help the rush of joy that shot through me at the sight. It was The Look. The one she had chosen to hint to me whenever she wanted me to kiss her. I would never forget our first kiss and the first time she straight out told me to look for 'the look' when she wanted a kiss.

It had been a week since our first date and I had invited her over to my apartment for a picnic out on the balcony where we could gaze up at the stars afterwards. The whole occasion was centered mainly around my wanting the perfect moment for our first kiss, something I was too scared to do on any of our other dates. It wasn't that I doubted she wanted to kiss me - no, she had given me plenty of chances to kiss her - I just had my usual doubts. Like, what if I kissed her wrong? What if it was the wrong moment? What if I sneezed?

For her health, I hadn't attempted to cook and had just ordered take in. Of course, she had no objection to it. And soon after we had finished eating, we were wrapped in a blanket, her wrapped up in my arms with her head laying on my arm, staring up at the stars.

I watched her carefully, as her eyebrows knit together slightly, her tiny little nose scrunching in concentration. At that moment, I had finally realized that I loved her, every little detail of her, and probably had been in love with her for a while and not realized it. And even though the thought had really just now come to me so bluntly for the first time, I couldn't be surprised by it. It was almost as if it was nothing new to me, like there was no beginning to my love for her, it had just always been there.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked quietly while I gently traced her jaw with my finger, ending at her bottom lip. As the tip of my finger made contact with the edge of her lip, she seemed to snap out of it and her gaze turned to me, her eyes hard and determined. And then there was a hint of...anger?

"Wha--" I started to ask, not understanding why she would be angry with me. But before I could continue, she had grasped each side of my face and pulled it to hers, catching my lips with her own.

There was no time wasted in hesitation as I responded instantly, the feeling of her lips on mine causing me to forget everything else. And as her perfect, soft lips gently stroked mine, I wondered to myself why I was ever scared of this moment in the first place. It felt so natural.

I soon found myself getting carried away as my hand instantly grasped her slender waist, pulling her closer as I let my tongue graze over her bottom lip. And just as soon as her lips parted to give me entrance, she pulled back quickly, pushing my hand off of her waist.

I was shocked to say the least, and instantly reeled back, not wanting to touch her if she didn't want me to - which she obviously didn't. "I-I'm...s-sorry!" I stuttered out.

And then she hit me. Not in the face though, as I would have expected...had I even expected her to hit me at all... No, she punched me rather hard on the fore arm, causing me to gasp and clutch my arm.

"Yeah, you should me sorry!" She growled, but I could tell by her voice that she really wasn't angry but....annoyed? None the less, I flinched back by her words, and opened my mouth to apologize again but her hand shot up to silence me.

"Look at me!" She said as she grasped each side of my face, turning my head towards her. "What took you so long!?"

And then came the sigh of relief, one that literally left my body relaxing to the point of immobility. I hadn't done anything wrong with the kiss, other then the timing, which was obviously past its due. I chuckled, caught by surprise once again by her. She never seemed to think or do the things I expected her to do...

"Okay! Now you see here?" She continued, pulling one hand away from my face to point at her own. "See this face? This means I want you to kiss me! Okay?"

And just by watching her make that adorable face, my love for her grew even more. I watched adoringly as her head tilted upwards to where she was gazing at me from over her nose, her full lips pulled together in a seductive yet innocent pout and her eyebrows pull together slightly.

"And obviously, the next time I make this face you will be above me so that you don't see straight up my nose..." She said, so seriously I couldn't help but laugh at her. She really was one of a kind...

"So do you understand, Mr. I-Take-Too-Long-To-Kiss-My-Girlfriend?" She said, pushing my cheeks together with her hands, causing her to giggle when my lips turned in a weird shape.

"Yeth." I said, causing her to giggle again in satisfaction for having messed up my speech.

"Good!" She giggled, then bent forward to give me an Eskimo kiss while still smashing my cheeks together with her hands. I growled playfully, then jumped her, causing her to fall back onto the blanket with me on top of her. We then started where we left off before she hit me...

"Well?" Bella said impatiently.

I grinned down at her as I took her face in my hands and ever so gently placed my lips over hers. She huffed angrily, her breath blowing out over my face, and grasped the back of my neck, roughly pulling my lips harder to hers. And that was all the encouragement I needed to tangle one hand in her hair and the other on her lower back, pulling her closer to me.

"Ugh! Guys! Can't you wait until we get back!" Alice's voice whined from behind us.

"Yeah, yeah..."I sighed angrily, really getting tired of being interrupted while I kissed my girlfriend. Once we made it to the hallway and had locked the apartment door, we had to make a run for the elevator that Emmett was holding open with his cane.

Wait, what?

Once we were in the elevator and the doors had shut, I turned to Emmett curiously as he stood ramrod straight, both hands resting on top of a black cane. I would have thought nothing of it...that is if I hadn't seen the glass crystal ball that was attached to the top, peeking out from underneath his meaty hands.

"Uh, Emmett?" I asked, "Why the hell do you have a cane?"

"Why the hell not?" Emmett replied back, quirking an eyebrow at me and pulling Rosalie to his side possessively.

"You're Abraham Lincoln..." Bella added in as she stared at him incredulously.

"So? I'm pimpin' Abraham Lincoln!"

Bella and I shared a look then shook our heads in disbelief at him. I sighed and wound my arms around Bella's waist from behind as I rested against the back wall of the elevator.

"Can I see it?" Alice asked in a small voice as she stared intently at it.

Emmett whipped the cane away from her reach quickly and stared down at her in disbelief. "Are you crazy, pixie!? No one touches the stick!" He bellowed, then pause and turned to Rosalie with an evil grin. "Except Rosalie!"

"Ahh!" Alice and Bella both screeched in unison. Bella clapped her hands over her ears and hid her face in my chest as she stomped her feet frantically.

The car ride to the party started out loud because everyone was excited about the party, but as we got closer and closer to the small house that was on the edge of the city, it started to grow quiet. It was impossible not to notice how suddenly everyone was extremely nervous - including myself.

At the beginning of the ride Bella had joined in on the boisterous conversation but now that we were only five minutes away from our destination, she now sat in my lap quietly as she chewed on her thumb nail.

The clear reason for our sudden change of mood was that none of us had been to a real party since we had never been through that faze in high school since we were so focused on staying neutral with all our school acquaintances. And though we had never been to a real party, we knew vaguely what it was consisted of.

And when we pulled up to the small house I began to regret ever agreeing to let Bella come here. It was, to put it lightly, complete chaos. All of the lights inside the small house were alight, showing the figures that moved around inside. Some people were congregated outside dancing - if thats what you could even call it - while others were horsing around clumsily.

Bella groaned from her place in my lap as she frowned at the scene in front of her. I felt myself tense as I saw two guys start to fight, throwing punched and wrestling each other to the ground.

"Well..." Alice said, her voice slightly disappointed. "This wasn't exactly what I had expected it to be. How is this suppose to be fun again?"

"I was thinking the same thing..." Bella said as we all climbed out of the jeep. Emmett didn't seem so put out, as he had a huge grin plastered on his face. Jasper looked as if he was in pain as he clutched little Alice to his side, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders.

Cautiously, we made our way through the chaos to the front door, our significant other attached to us by the waist. We made it past the front door and into a small entry way that held a winding staircase that was packed full of people either standing on the steps or coming up and down.

"Bella..." I said tensely, as I grasped her face in my hands. She looked completely overwhelmed and I couldn't even take the time to help her relax because I was working just as hard to rain in my anxiety. "You stay right here, okay? Jasper, Emmett and I are going to see if we can find something to drink. That is if there's anything without alcohol in it... Do not go off by yourself, do you hear me? If you go anywhere, you bring one of us guys or Rosalie and Alice, okay?"

And though I could see in her eyes that she read my warning loud and clear - and maybe even agreed with my safety precaution - she still rolled her eyes at me. "Edward...Did you forget that I'm not a fragile little human?"

Before she could even finished what she was saying, I was already shaking my head in disagreement. "I don't care." I stated simply. "You don't leave my sight for the rest of the night unless I know you're with a buddy, you understand?"

"Whatever." She grumbled, but pouted in request for a kiss. I chuckled and pecked her on the lips.

I nodded my head toward what I assumed was the kitchen, and Emmett and Jasper followed behind me as I twisted and squirmed through the packed bodies. And as I searched through the ice buckets full of beer, I had to keep the side of me down that kept begging me to ask Bella to dance.

I had seen what 'dancing' meant to these people, and quite frankly I respected Bella too much to violate her like that - especially in public. No matter how tempting the thought of holding her that close to me was.

BPOV

I watched in slight panic as Edward's messy brown head of hair disappeared behind the mass of bodies. Although I knew I could take care of myself if a certain situation arised, I not only needed him for added protection, but for emotional support.

I had never in my life felt more out of place then I did at this moment. And for me, that was a hard thing to do.

I knew, that when Alice had asked - or better yet, commanded - me to come to this party, this was exactly what it was going to be like. But silly Bella had to ignore the logical side of herself and imagine the party to be full of board games, candied brains and scary movies.

I mean, really Bella, what the hell were you thinking? I scowled myself as I watched the couples only a few yards in from of me 'dance' to the loud music that came from the giant speakers in the living room. Dancing was a loose term for it though. I, personally, would have called it dry humping...

And from what I could see, the only candied brains in sight were that of the wasted guests who could barely stand straight without the aid of a friend.

Not only was I caught of guard because of my denial as to how the party really was going to be like, I had failed to realize that this was indeed my very first party, ever. Hints why I thought we'd be watching scary movies while pigging out on candy...

All during our high school years we had pretty much kept to ourselves, being named the school loners. So because of that we were rarely invited to parties. And even if the occasional soul would take pity on us and invite us to their lame party, we would kindly decline. Now I was kind of glad we decline all our invites. I shuddered at the thought of going to a party like this in the eighth grade - grinding, groping, spin the bottle, and seven minutes in heaven. Ew.

"This is..." Rosalie began as she stared apprehensively into the crowd in front of us.

"Revolting?" Alice supplied.

"Disturbing?" I piped in.

"Degrading?"

"Just plain nasty?"

"Actually...I was just gonna say gross, but those words are fitting too." Rose laughed shakily.

"Have these women no decency!?" Alice cried as she watched a group of girls walk by.

That was another thing I had failed to forget. To certain girls, Halloween was a holiday that gave them an excuse to show as much skin as possible. If I wanted to see so much of another girls anatomy, I'd just find Emmett's secret stash of playboys...

"You know," Alice sighed disappointedly, "I've seen this kind of dancing before on TV and in movies, but seeing it now in person? It's even worse! It's like watching soft porn come alive right in front of your eyes!" By the end of her little rant her voice had taken on a hysterical tone as her eyes darted around to all the swaying bodies.

"I swear if Emmett even tries to convince me--" Rose started to say, but was cut off as Emmett's arms wound around her from behind.

"I would never ask you to dance like that, Rosie. Give me some credit." Emmett spoke sweetly into her ear, then gave her a kiss on the cheek.

I then felt familiar hands grasp my waist and I peeked over my shoulder to see Edward staring at the wings that were strapped to my back, a look of pure concentration on his face.

"Edward?" I giggled.

"I don't like these things." He growled playfully as he let go of my waist and gave my wings a good swat before making his way in front of me. "How am I suppose to hold you with those strapped to your back?"

"I can take them off..." I laughed as I pulled the strings on the bows at the top of my shoulders. I caught it before it could hit the ground, then smile up at Edward. "Now I'm an angel with no wings."

"No." Edward said as he pulled me into his arms, his hands crawling their way up my back until they reached between my shoulder blades. "You're an angel with hidden wings."

He then leaned forward and gently kissed me. I expected him to pull away, but giggled when he groaned in frustration and deepened the kiss, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth.

"I'm guessing you didn't find anything to drink?" I asked breathlessly once he had pulled back and rested his fore head against mine.

"Nope. Everything had alcohol in it."

"They didn't even have punch?"

"They did, but I wasn't completely sure that it wasn't spiked...so I didn't want to take the chance."

I sighed as Edward turned me in his embrace to join our friends in an awkward silence -though it was anything but quiet, what with the loud music coursing through the entire house. I knew that from an outsiders point of view, we would all have a deer-in-the-headlights look on our faces. We were just so out of our element.

"Okay!" Alice chirped, pulling herself out of Jasper's arms to rummage through her purse. "I can see that this isn't going to be the big, great party I thought it was going to be, so how about we play a little game, then get out of here?" She then pulled out three tubes of lipstick, grinning at us as she handed one to Rosalie and I.

"Okay guys," Alice started as we all huttled around to hear about her little game, "this is how it's going to go down. We break into three teams - Me/Jazz, Emmett/Rose, Edward/Bella - and we each have a tube of lipstick. The team who can mark as many wasted people's face wins. Rules are as follows: If they go to wipe it off, it doesn't count. It doesn't matter how much you mark, just has to be at least longer then an inch. If they are really zonked out, you can draw stuff and maybe even put it on their lips - that's an extra point. In twenty minutes, we will all meet back at the front door to see who wins and don't even bother giving me these back. I don't think Jazz or I would enjoy contracting herpes."

I felt Edward stiffen slight behind me as he gazed over my shoulder at the stick of lipstick in my hand. I instantly knew what he was worried about, and I would be too if I hadn't taken the time to really analyze the crowd. It was only ten o'clock and almost everyone at the party was already drunk or on the verge of passing out.

"Ali...I don't know about this." Edward sighed hesitantly.

"Edward, take a look around." Alice said, "They are all out of it. Let us just have a little fun at their expense and then we can get out of here."

"Well...what do we get if we win?" Rosalie asked.

"Hmm...good question." Alice mused as she tapped a finger to her chin in thought. "Oh! I got it. We will have a triple date and whichever team wins gets to decided what we do!"

"Chyeah!" Emmett cheered, looking smug as if he knew for a fact he was going to win.

"We can not him win." Edward whispered in my ear, and even though it was meant to be an innocent act, it still gave me goose bumps. I simply nodded in response and handed him the lipstick.

"Okay, lets go!" Rosalie grinned as she grabbed Emmett hand to leave.

"Wait!" Alice cried, "One more thing. Do not even think about cheating. Make sure to count correctly-" She gave a knowing look to Emmett who looked as if he wasn't sure if he was being accused or insulted, "- and be honest! Now let the games begin!" Alice squealed as she grabbed Jasper's hand and danced over to the large group that was hanging out in the kitchen.

"Bella, do no-" Edward started to say, but I cut him off.

"I know, I know! Don't go off by myself, don't do anything stupid, don't look anyone dead in the eyes, don't look more cute then I have to, and don't trip. Did I cover everything?"

"Hmm, yeah, that seems about it." Edward rolled his eyes playfully at me then grabbed my hand and began pulling me towards the foyer.

I watched anxiously as he dropped my hand and slowly pulled the cap off the lipstick and twisted the bottom. Out from the top came a rather bold shade of red lipstick.

"Who shall be our first victim." Edward mused quietly to himself, and I watch amusedly as his eyes narrowed and his lips quirked in a mischievous way.

Then his eyes seemed to darken in disgust as his gaze fell upon someone in the crowd. He then grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the doorway of another room that appeared to be the dining room.

That's when I saw who he was aiming for. There in the doorway was a short man that had a girl pinned to the doorway as his hands fumbled around her body. At first I was hesitant because he didn't seem very out of it, but then I saw him sway slightly and grab onto the girl to keep his balance, I felt more at ease.

I stayed latched to Edward's hand as he simply walked by the couple, stretched his hand out to swiped the lipstick from the woman's cheek and onto the man's and kept walking.

I couldn't help but giggle as I watched both of them still going at it, having not noticed the lipstick being dragged across their faces.

We continued on like this, Edward dragging me behind him as he quickly swiped the lipstick across peoples faces and me making sure that they didn't notice. About ten minutes later and we had finished the foyer and dining room and were making our way up the stairs. I had counted a total of thirty-five people.

"My turn!" I giggled, really enjoying watching Edward do such a ridiculous thing with such a look of seriousness on his face. But my giggle soon died when he turned around to look at me with a disapproving expression.

"Bella, just let me handle this, I don't want you ge-" He started to say, but I cut him off once again by ripping my hand out of his grasp and snatching the lipstick away from him.

"Edward! I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself! Now stay close and watch how it's done." I said, and eyed him closely, daring him with my eyes to argue with me.

I watched as his eyes grew hard and angry, his jaw clinching as he nodded his head tersely. Without taking notice to the fact that I had really made him angry, I grabbed his hand and continued up the stairs.

I passed a few closed doors, ones that I assumed were either locked because they were occupied - shudder - or because Ashley didn't want anyone in there, and made it to the end of the hall that opened up to what appeared to be a large game room.

I scanned the crowd for a moment, but was satisfied when my eyes landed on a man who sat on a small recliner, watching as the women around him walked by. I quickly gave Edward a look that clearly said behave dropped his hand and made my way over to the man, Edward walking closely behind me the whole way.

"Hi!" I spoke sweetly, my hands clasped behind me as I smiled down at the man. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw me, and I didn't overlook the once over he gave me with hungry eyes.

"Well hi there." He slurred and grinned at me, but it faltered slightly when he looked over my shoulder, no doubt getting glared at by Edward.

I chuckled, having already decided what I was going to say, and sat down on the arm of the chair beside him, making sure to keep as much distance between us as possible. "Do you want a face painting?" I said, smiling innocently down at him as I displayed the tube of lipstick in my hand.

I bit my tongue to keep from laughing as he tried to focus his eyes on the small object I held in my hand. He was clearly having a hard time comprehending exactly what I was saying and identifying what I was holding.

"So?"

"Uhh..." He hesitated, his mouth hanging open as he continued to stare at my hand. "S-Sure?"

"Yay!" I squealed excitedly and turned slightly in my seat towards him. Surprisingly, he scooted forward in his seat enough so that I could reach his face better, and closed his eyes as he tilted his head back.

I got to work quickly, sliding the lipstick over his skin. I drew two half triangles over his eyebrows, which looked like horns, fangs right under his lips and a Hitler mustache right under his nose. While in the process of finishing his mustache, he began to sway slightly in his seat and then grabbed onto my thigh for support.

I yelped in surprise as I felt his sticky hand grab onto me tightly and dropped the lipstick as I tried to push his hand away. Edward was instantly at my side, grabbing me around the waist and placing me on my feet behind him.

Fortunately, when Edward turned back around to the man, he was already slumped over the arm of the chair, snoring lightly as drool began to drip from his agape mouth.

EPOV

I had been tense the whole time I was walking through the house marking people faces. It was by far the strangest yet oddly enjoyable thing I had ever done. And it would have even been even more enjoyable had I not been busy bracing myself for the moment Bella would ask to have her turn.

I had already come to the conclusion that I wasn't going to back down when she asked. I was going to look her straight in the face, tell her no and she would just have to deal with it. And I was almost sure that she would understand that I was just trying to keep her safe, but Bella was too stubborn to ever see things clearly.

And then when she had snatched it away from me, her face annoyed and her eyes unrelenting, I knew there was nothing I could do. Yeah, I could have easily wrestled the lipstick back from her, but I really didn't want to spend the rest of the night with her pissed off at me.

And I had thought I was tense when I was dragging her behind me while I did the dirty work, it was even worse when I watched her tiny form walking by the drunken men whose heads seems to swivel her way like a magnet. I literally had to grit my teeth and remind myself that she wasn't as fragile as I used to think she was so that I wouldn't loose my cool, throw her over my shoulder and head straight for the jeep.

And just when I thought I was doing well in keeping my cool while watching Bella mark all over a drunken man's face, he had to go and grab her like she was some random drunken bimbo at this lame party. That sight was my breaking point.

But of course, I wasn't given the satisfaction of punching a whole in the guys face because the pathetic little weasel had passed out on me. Now how was I going to release all this pent up anger and tension? Would it really matter all that much if he was unconscious for the beating?

Wow, I really needed to get out of here. This party was not doing good things for my nerves or my common sense.

"What did I tell you?" I asked angrily to Bella, who rolled her eyes and walked past me to pick up the discarded lipstick.

"Calm down, Edward. He didn't mean to. He was just trying to stay up right, hints why he is passed out now..." She said, but I wasn't in the least satisfied. I growled in frustration - both at the man for touching her and passing out on me before he could get what he deserved and Bella for being so nonchalant about the whole ordeal - and grabbed Bella around the waist, pulling her onto my lap on a nearby couch.

"Edward, I'm fine!" Bella growled and tried to pry my hands from their inspection of her leg.

"Bella, humor me." I said, and almost sighed in relief when she relaxed in my hold. After I was done, having noticed no damage had been done, I opted to mess with her a little. So I pushed my hand a little higher, pushing the hem of her dress along with it, and pinched her lightly on her inner thigh. She shrieked in surprise, her body caving in as she pushed my hand away.

"Edward!" She scowled disapprovingly.

"Yes?" I asked innocently, breaking out the doe eyes and the crooked grin she loved so much.

She just shook her head at me, then started to move my hair away from where it fell on my forehead. "Be still." She said, and before I could realize what exactly she was doing, she had the lipstick against my forehead, drawing something as a sly grin spread across her face.

"Bella! What do you think you're doing!?" I asked, shocked by her action.

She didn't answer right away, but once she was done, she pulled away to admire her work, the tip of her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in the most adorable way. "Marking my territory." She replied matter-of-factly, "I wrote my name on your forehead."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the way she said this, as if it was the most normal thing to do - writing your name on your boyfriend's face with lipstick.

"Well, do I get to do the same?" I inquired as my hand reached up to itch at my lipstick covered forehead.

"No!" Bella cried as she caught my hand before I could touch it. "You can't touch it, or else it doesn't count as a point! And yes, you may."

I grinned wickedly, proud of her smart thinking that would inevitably win us the game and at the chance I got to mark Bella as mine. I excitedly took the lipstick from her hand and started. First came the 'Ed' which I placed on her forehead. Then the 'W' went on her right cheek. The 'A' I wrote across her nose, the two legs on each side, connecting in between her eyes and the bridge going over the middle of her nose. Next came the 'R' which was on her left cheek, then the 'D' I wrote really small on her chin.

"Why do you have to have such a long ass name!?" Bella growled teasingly, as she mock glared up at me.

"Sorry, love." I chuckled, and quickly glanced at my watch to see that our time was up. "Time to go win us the game and start planning that triple date."

When we made it back to the foyer, Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rose had already beat us there, and I instantly felt my face heat up when Emmett saw my face and began to laugh uncontrollably. But before he could start his teasing, Alice shrieked in horror as her eyes met Bella's face.

"Bella!? What the hell happened to your face!?" She cried.

"Whatever are you talking about?" Bella asked innocently.

"Hey! That does not count as a point!" Jasper said, pointing at Bella and mine's face.

"Actually, yes it does. She said it counted as long as the person didn't try to rub it off, and clearly we haven't." I stated, grinning smugly at Emmett who was glaring at me.

Alice's eyes widened and she squealed in excitement as she opened her tube of lipstick again. She then reached up to Jasper and began to write on his face - surprisingly he didn't complain.

"Wai-" Bella started to say, obviously realizing that the game was already over and that it didn't count, but I quickly placed my hand over her mouth and shook my head. When I removed my hand, she smiled amusedly up at me.

"Emmett!" Rose cried, quickly pulling the cap off of her lipstick.

"No!" Emmett shook his head furiously as he took a step back from Rosalie, "You are not writing on my face!"

"Emmett." Rosalie growled, and even I was a little fearful of her tone of voice. "Bend. Over."

Emmett's eyebrows shot up at her command, and I groaned, knowing exactly how Emmett would take that command.

"Yes, ma'am." Emmett purred, then proceeded to turn around and bend over.

"Emmett!" Rosalie scowled, slapping his ass as hard as she could.

Emmett cried out in pain, clutching his ass as he stomped his feet. And just when I thought it was over, I watched as Emmett stopped squirming in pain, huffed a sigh of relief and proceeded to bend over again. "Do it again, Rosie." He chuckled.

"You're hopeless!" Rosalie cried, throwing her hands up in defeat. "We just might lose now because you can't man up!"

"How is putting lipstick on my face manning up?" Emmett asked incredulously.

"Well, it wo--" Rosalie started to argue back, but I cut them off.

"Hey! It doesn't matter, because the game ended as soon as we met here, so it wouldn't count anyways." I said, then glanced over at Alice to see her face completely blank, her mouth open in shock and the name 'Jasper' written on her face in bright purple lipstick.

"Now you tell me?!" She shrieked as she pointed at her face. "Now that I have lipstick all over my face!?"

"Well Edward and I didn't want to feel left out..." Bella said, shrugging her shoulders casually.

Alice shrieked in fury again, stomping her feat angrily. Jasper sighed and wound his arms around her waist from behind, whispering soothingly words into her ear. "Shh, baby, it's fine." He said, "We are just going to head back to the apartment anyways, you can wash it off as soon as we get back." I watched in amazement as all signs of anger vanished from Alice's face and she sighed, leaning back in his embrace.

"Can we get this over with? This music is giving me a head ache." Rosalie sighed as she began to rub her temples. Emmett watched her worriedly, then began to rub her shoulders affectionately.

"Okay. Jazz and I got thirty-two!" Alice cheered.

"Ha!" Emmett scoffed, "We got thirty-four!"

Bella and I shared a calm look, then a grin broke out on both of our faces. "Thirty-six." We said in unison.

Well it looks like we have a dinner to plan, I thought to myself with a grin as I watched our friends complain about losing. Maybe this whole party wasn't a complete waste of time. Maybe I could even "accidentally" run into Mike while Bella had my name written on her face...

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