"I don't even realize that the air has gotten hazy. Or that it smells like skunk, or that amidst the clouds of smoke, leaning against the wall is Edward Cullen." - AH, E/B, Lemons.

High School Fictional. No one sends Bella into a tailspin quite like Edward Cullen... but can she make him hers? The ups and downs and all arounds.

Upon waking, there's a brief, blissful period in which you don't yet recall the sins of the night before, but eventually, you have to open your eyes. I'm Bella Swan, seventeen years old, cheerleader. This morning I woke up in the wrong bed.

Edward and Bella are neighbors, but they really can't stand one another. Snark and hi-jinks. Borderline crack-fic; if you don't have a (silly) sense of humor, move along. Once a WitFit.

Bella lives a life without passion. Passion is the only thing Edward has.

Waterbeds can be sexy. Who knew? Edward and Bella, best friends to more-than-friends. Once a WitFit.

The heat wave lingers. Sweet, savory and slick. Jasper, Rose and I wade through the humid days, content in our relative isolation. We spend June through August at our family lake property, and this summer is like any other. Until it's not.