Anti-Social Behavioral Order by SoapyMayhem

Disclaimer - I don't own Twilight or Misfits, and since this is not beta'd all mistakes are my own.

ASBO is back! Hoping I can get back to my daily posting schedule, but it's been difficult having run out of my pre-written chapters in both ASBO and AToH. Thank you all for being patient.

Time for a little more Edward and Bella... We're still in Bella's bedroom lazying around on a Saturday morning.

Playlist - 'Never Hear Surf Music Again' - by Free Blood

Chapter 36

**Bella Swan**

After offering to let Edward shower first, I headed down to the kitchen to get started on breakfast, effectively blocking out all thoughts of his current state of undress in my bathroom.

In an effort to distract myself, I focused on cooking, whipping up a couple omelets, filled with cheddar cheese, a little green onion and ham and had them plated by the time a very shirtless, freshly showered, Edward made his way downstairs.

Fuck… and I thought my omelet looked delicious.

I bit my lip in an effort to suppress the porno moan that was right on the tip of my tongue.

Seemingly oblivious to my wayward thoughts, Edward only had eyes for his omelet. He mumbled a surprised 'damn that looks good,' before proceeding to shovel the food in as if he hadn't eaten in days. I chuckled before sitting down to join him.

"Dis fumkin' derishos," he said with a mouthful of food. I scrunched my nose up at his atrocious manners, but laughed when he gave me a big close-mouthed smile that made my heart skip a beat.

A year ago, I would have given my pinky toe to have him look at me that way.

It was so surreal now seeing him looking at me so casually happy. "You're welcome," I replied before taking another bite of my omelet. Edward and I sat in comfortable silence, eating and sipping at cups of freshly brewed coffee.

The hall clock chimed twelve times, and on the last chime, his eyes met mine, filled with disappointment.

"You have to go, don't you?" I asked quietly, making sure to keep the emotion out of my voice.

"I do. I need to head home for a bit, but if you want… we could um… hang out later. If you aren't busy that is…" he said nervously trailing off.

Where did that cocky asshole go? Don't question it, just be happy he's gone… for now.

I smiled and took a sip of coffee as if contemplating the answer. I already knew I'd say yes, but I didn't want to seem too eager.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked him trying to feel out his intentions.

He stared at me for a moment, looking completely vulnerable, yet slightly determined. There was a war brewing behind those dark green eyes.

"I don't want to hang out with you," he blurted, and suddenly the small smile tugging at my lips turned to a frown. "I mean I do… but I want… I want…"

"What?" I huffed, irritated by his indecision.

"Fuck… I want to take you on a date," he replied angrily. My mouth hung open dumbly in response to his words. I was so fucking shocked that I almost didn't notice him staring at my mouth with barely disguised desire.

Composing myself quickly, I sighed, "Edward."

"Wait… don't say no yet. I mean, I know I don't deserve you and I've done nothing but treat you like shit, but I really… I really care about you too. So even though I know I don't deserve a chance, I'm simply too fucking selfish to stay away," he rambled misunderstanding my hesitation.

"I wasn't going to say no, silly," I told him, laughing slightly "though you do give a compelling speech. Had I been ready to say 'no' – I'm sure you could have changed my mind." At my teasing, he grinned wryly.

"So you will?" he asked, confirming my agreement.

"I said yes, you dope."

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"So I'll come by around seven, yeah?" he confirmed, climbing off the back of my bike, eyes shining happily, and hair slightly mussed from my loaned helmet.

"Seven's good, but Charlie will be home. So why don't I just meet you somewhere?" I asked him. He didn't need to be fucking Sherlock Holmes to understand the hidden meaning in my words.

Edward and Charlie were not going to mix.

The grimace on his face said it all.

"He knows about me, doesn't he?" he asked sadly. "He probably fucking hates me, and he hasn't even met me."

I was thankful he didn't need me to spell it out for him.

"There's gonna be a lot of people out there, Edward, who will continue to judge you based on your past mistakes – my dad included. It's probably gonna be a while before people see the change in you and trust that you aren't going to go back to your old ways. You have to keep showing them that you're different, that you don't want to be that guy anymore," I told him, making sure I kept judgment out of my voice. I didn't want to sound preachy or anything. His expression looked sad and weary, like he was on the verge of giving up. "I'll stand by your side… if you want me – be your advocate or whatever."

"You'd do that?" he asked astonished, his eyes slightly glassy.

"I… I'd like to be that person for you. I'm willing to go out on a limb and trust you. Can you handle that?"

"Can I kiss you?" he asked stepping closer to me.

"Yes?" I replied bewildered by his sudden shift and proximity.

"There's your answer," he whispered before pressing his soft lips to mine.

I sighed against his mouth, giving him the opportunity to gently graze my tongue with his, our lips melding together like pieces of a puzzle. He kissed me softly, sweetly – nothing like the battle for domination that our mouths fought in the locker room the day before.

Languidly our lips and tongues collided over and over till we were both panting, and Edward's hands began to wander down my waist to my hips.

"Damn… that was… whoa," he whispered breathing heavily as he broke the heated connection.

"Yeah… whoa," I agreed.

"I've wanted to do that all morning," he admitted, "I don't think I can stay away from you."

"I don't want you to… now go home," I replied with a teasing grin before pecking him on the lips and starting up my bike and racing home to scream like a giddy little fan girl.

A/N

So Edward is being a good boy and being patient! Thoughts?

Until next time...