A/N: thanks for reading so far. I just wanted to clarify that these chapters so far are gonna lead us to the real story. So be patient with these characters for now. It's hard being a teenager or not quite 21 yet. It's just young blood and a difficult life behind closed doors. You'll notice that the chapter titles are names too. Let me know if you want me to start dropping the artists & songs. Sorry if you're getting multiple updates by the way. I finally sat at my laptop and looked over chapter 3 and chapter 4 again. I'm never writing on my phone ever again. I apologize for grammar mistakes.
Chapter 3: Young Blood
July 2014, 1 month later
We talk like everything is normal and in a way it is. It's still natural and we still hang out the same. We go to the beach and smoke until the world doesn't matter. We watch movies. We sneak into pools and bask in our youth. We still intertwine our limbs when we relax, sharing an intimacy we've always had. It's comfortable and natural.
Today's hot topic is Angela's party and whether or not we want to go.
"If we go I'm not the one that's gonna be sober", I say. Your reply is always cheeky. It's what I hate and love about you
"Fine, but I'm not holding your hair if you puke in the bushes this time. The only way I'm holding your hair is if I'm tugging on it and you're screaming my name."
"Fuck you Edward. Shit. I mean no. Definitely not right now. Maybe later". The hair pulling does sound pretty good right now. But your parents are home for once and now is not the time. I swear Esme knows. That woman is too perceptive. The good doctor Carlisle, your father, is just too busy making the big bucks. He's blissfully unaware of any sexual tension.
"Hey I'm just curious, but has Esme ever said anything about it to you?"
"Yeah she asked me yesterday if we're officially going to be family." Again with the cheekiness. I do appreciate your sarcasm though.
I turn to you and try to give you the bitchiest look ever. Your crooked grin and the mischief in your eyes are just too endearing.
" Stop being a fuck face, unless you're gonna let me fuck your face." With that beautiful one liner, I grab my shit and leave to go get ready for the party.
The drive to my house isn't that far. It's about 20 minutes if I take the 5, but today I take the longer route on the 101. I love feeling the ocean breeze and I'm trying to kill time before I have to see my parents. It's not that Renee is a bad person. Charlie isn't either. They're not murderers, they just can't choose between neglect or insult. I prefer the former. When I walk in through the door I realize luck is on my side. We're going with neglect today. So I head to the bathroom to get dolled up.
I wouldn't say I'm popular or the hottest girl in town. But I'm known and desired enough. It's the shining personality and aloofness. I really don't give a fuck about most people and they just interpret it as me being mysterious. Whatever. It works in my favor. I get us into most of the parties and Edwards just my sidekick. He is Alice's little brother and as such, affiliated with me. God I miss her. If she were still here she would be getting ready right next to me. But I'm the one who couldn't leave town for school, so here I am alone. I curl my hair and do my smokey makeup for the night. I'm choosing a red lipstick too. Then I choose the mini skirt that makes my ass look fantastic and strappy top to go with it. If you have the body flaunt it. I feel like teasing tonight.
I text Edward to see how long he's going to keep primping for. 10 seconds later he tells me he's on the way and Tyler's our DD. Im cool with it. Tyler is Edward's best friend and while we aren't close, I do acknowledge his existence when he's around. But it didn't hit me until just now that it's been a minute since I've seen him. I wonder if that's intentional, seeing as lately Edward and I have been jumping each other.
The 20 minute wait has me thinking of Edward more deeply and how things got to this point. I guess it's cause sometimes he looks at me like he's having a flashback of that first time.
I've always noticed how handsome he is. Edward is a charmer to top it off. He gives girls that crooked smile and they fall to their knees. But now he's using it on me and I'm on my knees. I'm doing things that you don't do to your best friends little brother.
From there it's always game on, clothes off in a hurry, and then consuming passion. We can't help it. I love how his hands grip on me and leave bruises because nothing is close enough. I love when he grinds into me, reaching deep inside and touching a place so good it leaves me breathless. It's the best. I always see stars before it's blinding; until it's so good I wonder if I'm gonna die. I wonder if a human body is capable of withstanding so much raw passion. 7 years later you'll tell me it's animalistic magnetism. But back then I didn't know what the words to describe us were. I've just been spending this summer riding Edward until we slouch over in a post coital mess. I spend this summer feeling his cock stretch me, work me, and leave me breathless.