Author's note: It seems like a lot of you enjoyed the last chapter. I know it was sudden and unexpected, but that's what I wanted to hear. Here is chapter 11 3

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You could break my heart in two

But when it heals, it beats for you

I know it's forward but it's true

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to

When I'm lying close to someone else

You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it

If I could do it all again

I know I'd go back to you

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"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" I ask.

We finally got out of bed when his phone started blowing up with messages, asking where he is and if he's even showing. We're at least an hour late. We showered quickly… separately and redressed. I didn't bother to brush my hair and just ran my fingers through the knots, it was still straight for the most part but I grabbed a hair tie just in case.

He was ready before I was and now he sits, typing away on his phone and waiting for me. His clothes look like they were never pulled off of him and his hair glistens from being wet.

He looks up to me and takes my hand. "Maybe." He kisses my forehead. "Or maybe not."

I roll my eyes but still get butterflies when his lips touch me.

I don't know if we should talk about just having sex after we literally agreed to be friends just yesterday. I guess we should have gone into more detail about what friends really entails, but the moment felt… right. So wrong, but so right and I couldn't or wouldn't stop.

My Angel is singing with joy while Confidence is impressed. My Devil files her nails proudly, smirking because she knew I had it in me.

I don't know how long it will be until we talk about what just happened. I don't really know what to say about it. What does this mean for us? Are we even an us? Whatever we are, obviously it can't be friends. And if we can't be friends then what could we be?

We walk down the stairs and out the house and lock the door behind us. His white corvette sits in my driveway, making my sedan rental look puny. It's his dream car he always wanted but never had the right time to get. I guess he found the right time, without me.

I frown at the car as he opens the door for me.

"You don't like it?" He asks.

If I say no I will probably offend him. It's not that I don't like it, it's that he bought something he really loved without me there to celebrate.

"It's very nice." I settle for something subtle.

He bites his lip and nods, making sure I'm all the way in before closing the passenger door and walking in to get into the driver's side. The engine roars to life and music plays quietly in the background. He switches songs before settling on something I've never heard before.

We're quiet as he pulls out of the neighborhood and onto the main street. The sun is going down and the sky looks beautiful as we drive onto the interstate bridges. I look down at how far we are from the ground before looking at him.

His fingers are clenching and unclenching the steering wheel. He sings softly to another song with a beautiful piano and looks into his rearview mirror every now and then. His veins pop on his arm that sits at the top of the wheel. The black ink tattooed on his arm looks raised under the streetlights and I wonder if it's new.

"When did you get that?" I ask, pointing to his arm but not getting too close to touch it.

He adjusts his hands placement on the wheel before letting go completely to move his sleeve further up. His hands are back controlling the car before we swerve or crash.

I eye the ink that is perfectly drawn with a scene that looks like it's out of a movie. The sky is black and white as it outlines the back of his forearm. The lower part of his arm reflects the scene above it in water with white ink that forms the waves.

"It looks nice." I can feel myself blush as he clenches and unclenches his hand again but making his arm look more defined.

"Speaking of tattoos, that's where we're going." He smiles. I knew he couldn't keep a secret.

"A tattoo shop?" I ask. I don't have any tattoos. I love them but I can never decide on where and what long enough to have someone needle it on me for the rest of my life.

"My tattoo shop," he says and my head snaps back into his direction.

Another dream of he's completed without me. I don't frown this time though, I am truly happy for him.

Edward Sr, his father, wanted him to go to school for law and minor in business so he could eventually take over the family law firm. After Edward's mother, Elizabeth, died when he was twelve, he was dead set on never becoming a lawyer since after all, it had been a primary reason for her death. Luckily for the family business, Jasper did enjoy law and Edward Sr took the little blonde boy under his wings.

Edward wanted to be his own boss but not in law. He loved art and after he got his first tattoo at sixteen, he loved having something permanent on him. By the time he was eighteen, his body was covered in inked art with designs made by him and friends. They were the first piece of Edward I noticed first and the fact that he punched a creepy guy for me came in close second.

He found that being able to create on someone with a needle is too pure to give up. He was just starting his apprenticeship when we met and put in a lot of work into his skill. If it wasn't gambling, it was drawing up ideas or at the shop he was working for.

"We opened last year and we're doing an event tonight to get more clients in. I'm not tattooing but I have to make my way in." His event but he's not tattooing? "I hurt my hand not too long ago."

He doesn't say any more and I don't push further. I don't want to ruin a bad night by prying.

He continues to drive in and out of traffic until we are downtown. I always hated downtown, it's definitely not the biggest but the one way streets are confusing and the bumper to bumper traffic with angry drivers triggers me. He convinced me to move down here which didn't turn out to be so bad.

He finally parks in front of a building connected to a small diner on one side and a laundry mat on the other. There's a small line in front of the building with The Tattoo Shop lit up in red over the entryway.

"A new name might help bring people in," I laugh at the bland name. Leave it to him to give one of his pride and joy such a lame name. I always wondered what he would want to name our children.

"I'm trying to come up with something extraordinary." His eyes widen as he looks up at his shop. I can see the money signs in his pupils but also the love he has for it. Art is his true passion and the best way for him to make it was on bodies with needles bedding into their skin.

"How about Bella!" I joke, laughing and unbuckling my seatbelt to get out. He quickly follows and is next to me, putting his hand on the small of my back and shakes his head playfully.

As he leads me to the front door past the people waiting, I smile awkwardly at the people waving to him. The people here are all different ages, colors, height, and genders. Everyone has their own story and background but they are all here to share a favorite hobbh together.

I'm in front of him as we walk into the shop. Music is blasting and there are six people in individual booths, tattooing designs into their client's arm. They bump their heads to the music and some sing along to the lyrics.

"Edward!" One woman yells, she waves at him.

Her hair is almost white blonde in waves down to her mid back. She wears a sleeveless black cropped tank that shows her beautifully placed floral themed tattoos. Her purple skirt covers her upper thighs and more tattoos are all over her legs. Her nails are painted long but by the looks of the design on the girl she's tattooing's arm, they don't get in her way.

"Hey Tanya!" He shouts over the music. "This idea was amazing, it looks like it's going really well!"

"For sure." She continues her line work on her client's arm. "We've had hundreds of customers today and some were interested in piercings so we've gotta get that up and running."

The girl he calls Tanya looks me up and down. Her bright red painted lips smile and her long eyelashes bat at me.

"This is Bella." Edward introduces me.

I shift my balance back and forth but give her a small wave.

"Bella Bella?" She smiles, chewing her gum in an obnoxious way and raising her eyebrow at him.

I feel my eyebrows furrow. What the hell is this? She obviously knows a lot more about me than I do her which means he trusts her enough to talk to her. I feel the pit in my stomach burn with irritation. I don't want to ruin tonight but Tanya is giving me a bad feeling and it's only been ten minutes since we walked into the door.

Edward chooses to ignore her comment so I say nothing further.

"Yo Edward! Are you tattooing tonight?" A guy sitting in another booth yells at him over the music.

"Nah, leaving that to the newbies." Edward is trying to joke, but I can feel something behind his voice. "Maybe soon."

He doesn't sound sure about the way he ends that conversation. I can see him rocking on his heels as he pretends to watch Tanya finish up her piece.

"How long are you in town, Bella?" Tanya sprays water then wipes it off her client's arm.

Edward shifts again.

I haven't even thought about it and now that Edward and I are whatever we are, how long will I be here?

"Probably another month or so."

Edward's face falters again and Tanya eyes him suspiciously. "Cool, we should get drinks or something!" Her invitation doesn't sound as sarcastic as I would expect. I'm learning quickly that her personality is to come off as a bitch so let people know she's an alpha female. Fortunately for her, the alpha female hides until she is needed.

"Sure," I say, giving her a small smile.

Edward stiffens completely, making me jump slightly. He isn't saying much of anything but his body language is so off and I can't pinpoint one trigger.

Tanya is now smiling, almost devilishly, at Edward as she says, "or maybe she can come with us to-,"

"That's enough." Edward cuts her off.

What the fuck is this?

And I know I am not as stupid as I may seem because I already know what is going on. There was something between them… no not was, is… there's something between them.

It's a struggle to push past the crowd in the waiting room and the people huddled at the door but I do. Walking away is not something I'm used to, especially when it comes to Edward, but the amount of thoughts overfilling my head was too much to stay.

I guess this is what my therapist means when she talks about growth. Years before I would have told Tanya off because I knew Edward would back me up but right now, I'm not sure since they seem to be a lot closer than they tried to come off.

Once I'm out, the fresh smell of rain hits my nose as the drops of water hit my angered skin. I immediately relax but I know I have to keep moving. I step in puddles as I take a right not really knowing where I am going but also not caring.

A bar would be nice though.

There's random people staying on the corner of the street and I know I shouldn't but my Devil is in my ear, asking for a hit of something to make her fire calm down.

The smell of marijuana hits my nose and before I know I am in front of them. "Can I have a hit or two?"

One of the guys smiles, showing off his dimples. He looks cleaned up with smooth hair and fresh skin. "Sure." He hands the already lit joint to me.

I take three long hits, quickly but I know it will take the rest of the edge off. I don't cough but my lungs burn. "Thanks," I say before any other conversations can start. I don't need to know them and they don't need to know me.

I keep walking, the rain falling harder but my thoughts are focused on if Edward even followed me out.

"Maybe if you stopped running away," My Angel is annoyed with me but what else was I supposed to do?

I find a bench with a glass cover over it and I sit because I know running won't help anything, if he even runs after me.

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