AN: We have no internet and I'm sending out this chapter at the library. I think I see another mom giving me weird looks. I bet she knows I'm writing fan fiction. Oh no.

I also feel sick.

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Chapter 12

Halloween was a night of ghosts and goblins haunting shadows. Things going bump in the dark houses. I wasn't scared of those frightening things. Instead I was terrified of meeting Edward's parents.

I was dressed up in a costume though. The perfect girl who was meeting her boyfriend's family. I was even wearing a cardigan. My hair was pulled back and I had borrowed my mom's pearl earrings. This wasn't me was it? Maybe it was. I didn't know anything anymore.

My eyes were fixated on my reflection in the mirror as I applied the lip gloss that Edward liked. My stomach was a flurry of flapping butterflies. I might throw up.

"Bella, Edward is here!" Mom's voice floated up the stairs. She sounded flirty and giggly. My own mother had a crush on my boyfriend. So gross.

Deep breaths are important. I needed to remember to take them so I don't pass out in front of Edward's parents. Maybe, I can pretend to be sick and hide in my closet.

My hands clutched my dresser and willed myself to move. I can do this. I put my head down and shut my eyes. I felt two hands on my waist. Edward whispered in my ear, "Your mom sent me up her to get you."

I lifted my head and saw us in the mirror. He held me tightly. One of his hands rested right under my breasts. The other was on top of my belly button. His pointer finger was pressed into it. Edward rubbed his nose on my neck. He made my whole body ignite.

"You look nice," he said softly. "My mother will approve of those earrings."

Edward was mocking me.

"I should change," I whispered.

He turned me to face him. My chin in his fingers. "Don't you dare. It's just different. I like the skirt."

"You have a skirt obsession," I pointed out.

"I have a Bella in a skirt obsession," he countered. "I have getting Bella out of it dream. You wanna help me with that?"

Both of my hands went on his chest to push him away. "My dad will have a fit he finds you in here."

"Your mom says he's in the bathroom. We have some time." He took my arms and wrapped them around his neck. "I like your bears."

My bed was covered in stuffed animal. The walls were covered in ripped out pages from Seventeen and Jane. It was embarrassing,

"Oh God," I muttered and hid my head in his shirt.

"Kiss me," he whispered. "I need it."

My head went up and his lips met mine. He clutched the back of my skirt. I could feel his hands rubbing against my butt. I wanted him to throw me down on my stuffed toys and ravage me like those woman on the covers of my mom's romance novels. Every kiss made me want more. My brain couldn't function rationally when he was near.

"I'm so telling Daddy!" I heard Bree's voice in the doorway.

I pushed Edward away to find my little sister laughing at us.

The little monster was wearing my clothes and she had her hair colored a crazy red color that was even worse than mine. My flannel hung on her and she wore overalls with it. She shuffled her feet and clutched the sleeves of the flannel. Bree started chewing her lip.

"Get out of my clothes!" I roared at her.

"God . . . Like that is so boring. Ugh. Everything is so . . . Like . . . I guess . . . dumb." She gave a dramatic sigh. "I need to whine in my room about life! It's so unfair!"

"That is so fucking cool, Bella! She's being you!" Edward exclaimed. He started cracking up.

I was not impressed by Bree's Halloween costume at all. "I hope you like being a ghost for Halloween, because I'm going to kill you!"

Bree squealed and ran out of the room. "Daddy! Bella has a boy in her room!"

I grabbed Edward's hand. "We better go before my Dad tries to destroy you with a spatula!"

"That costume was perfect," Edward stated. He was still laughing.

"Shut up." I couldn't help smiling a little. What can I say? Happy Edward is infectious.

XXXXXX

Edward's house was enormous. Like, my house could fit in the bathroom in this place. It looked like the house from Gone with the Wind. My mom and I like watching that movie on rainy Sunday afternoons. I felt like Scarlett O'Hara in her curtain dress.

"Fiddle dee dee," I said quietly.

"What? Edward asked as he turned off the car. His hand found my bare knee.

I shrugged. "Your parent's house is pretty."

"You're pretty," he said. His hand moved further under my skirt. "Let's go somewhere else."

"They're waiting for us." I tightened as that hand kept moving. "What are you doing?"

"Are you nervous? About meeting my parents?"

"I was," I admitted. "I'm more nervous about what you're doing now."

Edward's fingers were stroking the edges of my underwear. A part of me wanted him to slip that finger under the elastic. It was scary, but I was curious and he was everything.

"Good. Don't be nervous about my stupid parents." He rubbed the fabric. I found myself shifting up to get more pressure from his touch. It felt really good. Edward pressed harder. His mouth brushed mine. "You're trembling. I . . . You know—"

"You know what?" My words were breathless. He was making circles and I whimpered. I didn't even know that I could make that sound.

He put his forehead on mine. "I love making you hot."

That's when he pulled away and I was left a mess.

"We've been spotted," he announced. The front light on the porch turned on. Edward took my hand. "Time to hang out with the wolves."

XXXXXX

Edward's mom was drunk. All glassy eyes and slurring words. It was like Alice acted some days at school.

Don't get me wrong. I thought Elizabeth Cullen was beautiful. Her long auburn hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail and her suit looked like something you would see in a fashion magazine. She held a wine glass and was full of praise for me. "You are just the sweetest thing! Carlisle, isn't she such a little doll?"

"Bella, we are so pleased to have you here," Edward's dashing father stated. He looked like a movie star with his platinum blond hair. There was only a little gray at the hairline. "To think that Edward could find such a nice young lady is a surprise. A very pleasant surprise."

Edward whispered in my ear, "He's sleeping with Esme, another doctor he works with."

Oh.

Dinner was a formal affair of beef wellington and fancy, little potatoes. If my dad was here he would ask for the recipe. It was kind of stuffy, but good. If I wasn't so nervous I would have eaten more. Edward's hand on my thigh wasn't helping my appetite for food. My appetite for kissing him was going crazy, but I needed to stay the sweet, pleasant girl for his parents.

Dr. Cullen smiled his patient smile at me. "What does your father do, Bella?"

"He was a CPA, but he's going to open a restaurant." Over Mom's dead body, because she sent Dad's resume to Ernst & Young behind his back.

"Can we just have some dessert?" Edward asked with frown. I knew he was protecting me.

Dinner had begun with relaxed small talk and now was getting down to family questions. What's next? Asking about my parent's marriage? Sir, my parent's marriage is kind of not good now. I'm hoping not to become a kid of divorce. Is that what he wants to know?

"A restaurant? How delightful! What type?" Edward's mom trilled. She drank more wine.

I grabbed Edward's hand under the table. He rubbed my knuckles. I answered quietly, "I'm not sure. He's a terrific cook."

"Is your father working right now, Bella?" Dr. Cullen asked.

"No," I whispered. I felt his eyes boring into my soul.

Edward hissed, "Cut it out, Dad."

"Edward, I'm just worrying about Bella and her family. Not having a steady income leads one to believe—" Dr. Cullen started to say.

He was judging my family. He was judging me.

"My mother works in marketing. She has a degree in it." I looked Edward's dad in the eye. "My mother is wonderful at what she does. I think that she can support our family and that she's a good role model for my me. I want to have a career and be successful. Watching mom makes me want to succeed."

That moment was a revelation. I was speaking the truth. Even after all the horribleness going on in my house thanks to that creep Phil, I knew that my mom was great at her job. She took her responsibilities seriously. I wanted to be like my mom. So weird.

Dr. Cullen took his napkin off his lap and looked at me. He was trying to figure out the puzzle that is me. Good luck, Dr. C. I'm still trying to untangle that jumble. "What do you want to be, Bella?"

"A teacher, I think." The words flew out of my mouth. The truth was that it sounded pretty good at the moment. Tomorrow I might want to be a baker. Next week, who knows? I might want to train bears in the circus.

Never mind, probably not the bear training.

"That's a noble profession to want to pursue, Bella. Edward, you need to be more like this young lady and have career goals," Dr. Cullen stated and put his napkin on the table. "You need to find some direction."

Edward face was a mask. He didn't look upset or angry. It was like he just didn't care. "I have the band."

"A group of you boys playing around with instruments isn't a career, Edward. Hobbies are all well and good, but they aren't something that you depend on to pay the bills and support your family." Dr. Cullen folded his hands in front of his plate and looked at his son like Edward was going to come to his way of thinking.

I bet they've had this conversation a million times before. It was like when my mom sat me down to try to get me to join more school activities at school so I could put them on my college applications. She was trying to get me to think further than the next pep rally or date with my high school crush. See the big picture of the whole world in front of me and not just area code of Forks.

Except when you're a kid, the here and now is a big deal. Edward's music was a big deal to him. I knew this. Dr. Cullen trying to use me to get Edward to change his mind on the subject would never work. I was just some girl that Edward was dating. I was his present, but his future with his music was going to be something great. I believed in him.

"Supporting my family, Dad? I should probably make a private session with Dr. Platt? I would think she would be full of ideas about supporting families. Don't you think she would love to have me in her office? I wonder what she thinks of younger models?" Edward's voice was chilly.

I wasn't sure what was going on here, but I probably shouldn't be listening to it.

Dr. Cullen hissed, "Not in front of your mother and our guest! Have some respect, son!"

Edward's mother just drank more wine and smiled. She had no clue what was happening around her. "Bella, sweetie, what do you think of chocolate mousse? Would you enjoy that for dessert?"

"Sounds great. Thank you." I wondered if she could hear me, because I whispered it. This was one uncomfortable dinner.

"Does Dr. Platt like chocolate mousse, Pop? Or is she more of a pudding kind of lady?" Edward asked his father with a smirk.

Dr. Cullen stood. His face was red with anger. I thought he was going to lash out at Edward, but instead he took a deep breath and looked at me. "Bella, it was wonderful having you here tonight. We'll have to do it again soon. Elizabeth and I must be off to a cocktail party. Please enjoy dessert."

"Oh Carlisle, must we leave so soon? It has been such a wonderful evening!" Then she added, "I haven't even finished my wine."

"They have wine at the party, Elizabeth," Dr. Cullen stated with a frown. "Let's go."

As Dr. Cullen helped his wife stand, Edward said, "Tell Esme hello for me."

His father's back stiffened at Edward's words and they left without looking back.

"What?" Edward said to me. My arms were folded and I just looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"I remember a time when you didn't say much and l really wanted you to say more. Now I just miss you being quiet." I rubbed my hands on my eyes. "That was painful."

"Sorry. My dad, I don't know, gets on my nerves," Edward took my hand. He kissed the inside of my wrist. "I'll make it up to you."

"What about your mom? What you said—" I began.

"Was drunk." Edward pulled me up out of my chair. "Dessert is in the kitchen, but I have a better place to enjoy it."

XXXXXX

"This works." Edward sat two glasses dishes filled with gooey chocolate on his dresser.

He was planning on us eating on his bed. I just stared at the blue bedspread. His room was all shades of blue. It would be soothing like the sea, but instead I just felt like a jittery mess of nervous energy.

My back was against the closed door, as I watched him sit on the bed. He patted the bedspread. "C'mere."

"That's some messy stuff right there. We should eat it in the kitchen," I suggested. It was a safer option.

"Bella." Edward pointed to me and motioned to me with his finger. "I'm very neat."

I moved very slowly to the bed and sat. My hands in my lap and staring forward. A spoon full of mousse was put against my mouth. I took a bite. It was delicious. "Wow! Did your mom make—"

He kissed me. Pulling away, Edward cupped my chin. "You had a little chocolate on your lips."

"Thanks for getting that for me." I was feeling happily lightheaded.

Chocolate was placed on my nose. It was kissed off. He put some on his. "My turn."

I helped Edward get it off like he did to me. My giggles were nervous.

He put some more right above the neckline of my sweater. I swallowed thickly. "You're going to get my cardigan dirty."

"You can take it off."

Oh.

"I'll go first," he offered.

Edward pulled off his shirt and I was going to faint. He drew a smiley face onto his stomach.

I just laughed at him.

His fingers went to unbutton my cardigan. I watched with wide eyes as they came undone, one by one. "I promise to make this fun."

"I'm not ready to—"

"I know." He pulled the fabric away from my shoulders and went to the front of my bra. "I think it's nice that they made these to open up in the front. Easier."

It was like he was a bra expert or something. I wondered about what bras he opened before. The girls he touched before me. I pushed those thoughts and the doubt from my mind. More feeling and less thinking was a good plan. Maybe.

I watched as Edward unhooked the latch. Part of me thought I should stop him, but I listened to the part who wanted his hands on me.

"Edward," I sighed into his mouth as he kissed me. His was massaging my breasts with his large fingers.

"Does it feel good?" He asked. Edward started biting my neck.

I pulled away quickly.

Edward looked confused. "Did it hurt?"

"No more hickeys!"

That made him laugh really hard.

Instead of leaving more marks that could potentially lead to his death by my angry father, Edward took the chocolate and wiped some onto my breasts. "Trust me?"

"A tiny bit." This made him smile.

"A tiny bit," he repeated. Edward started kissing the chocolate off of my breasts. It made my whole body feel like it was electric.

His hands traveled up my skirt as he sucked on the skin of my chest. Edward started doing that amazing thing with his fingers again. They began to move under the fabric of my underwear.

I pushed against his chest. There was chocolate all over my hands from where his chocolate smiley face was. "Edward—"

"I'll be good," he promised. "We'll work our way there."

I wanted this. I wasn't ready. My head was contradicting itself with so many different thoughts.

He put my hand on the front of pants. Edward had unbuttoned it at some point. I felt it. It was so big.

"I think it's growing," I observed in astonishment.

He smirked. "It does that. If you rub it, it will only grow bigger."

Edward tickled my waist. I giggled and moved my hand against him. This was only an experiment, because I was curious. At least that was what I was telling myself.

The wandering hands of Mr. Edward Cullen went back to my underwear. "I won't go under, but I want you to feel as good as I am."

My whole body was a quivering mess of nerves exploding on that blue bedspread. Edward was making weird animal noises as I touched him. If I wasn't feeling so amazing, I might have worried about all the grunting and groaning. Of course, some of that might actually be coming from me.

That's when I felt the wetness on my hand, as Edward did one final grunt followed by, "Oh God, Bella."

Did I hurt him?

Edward's unspoken answer was kissing me and pulling me against him. My head was using his torso as a pillow. He was smiling.

My hand was still wet from his underwear. I wasn't sure if he peed, but it was gross. I mean I was happy he had liked it, but I really need to get this stuff off.

"Edward, umm . . . my hand is—"

He moved me and jumped up. "Right! Yeah . . . I . . . Give me a minute."

I watched as he rushed into the small bathroom that was connected to his room. The water started running and I turned to stare at his ceiling. It was a boring white. Mine had glow-in-the-dark stars. I missed my stars, my stuffed animal, and the Barbies that were hidden in a book under my bed. He made me see all the stars in the universe with the way he made me feel, but I still felt like a child. It was all so confusing.

"Hey, come on in here," Edward directed. I pulled my cardigan on, but only managed to get two buttons attached as I walked in. He stood wearing a pair of sweatpants that sat low on his hips. The boy was beautiful.

Turning on the water, I began to wash my hands. I could feel his eyes on me. I looked into the mirror and saw him looking. My face was a flushed and my hair a bird's nest. Edward was grinning. I had to ask, "What?"

"You're really good looking, you know. Like what my mom calls like a natural beauty," Edward explained.

My cheeks only became redder as I blushed.

Edward wrapped his arms around me and began to button up the remaining buttons. He put his head against mine. He said solemnly, "I don't want this to end."

Neither did I. I wanted every part of him. That was the scary part. Halloween might be a night of otherworldly frights, but the most terrifying thing to me was how much Edward made me feel. How much he made me want. I didn't understand it and I wasn't sure that I was ready for all of this.

My face was turned for another kiss and I decide to go with the scary for now.