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Song: What I Got by Sublime

Previously…

I was thankful that his phone buzzed loudly as he was speaking, as my breathing got heavier, and with my breasts heaving, it was definitely obvious. He typed back a message quickly, and looked back to me, dissecting me with his eyes.

"They'll be here in two point five," he said finally, smiling his crooked smile and running a hand through his hair.

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They emerged from the trees two by two, holding hands, talking and laughing. Not at all the preppy, orange skinned douche bags you found in Phoenix.

A striking, hour glass shaped girl with light, wavy and thick blonde hair and a sexy beauty mark held hands with a built, muscular boy, who had short, dark hair. He had a playful face to him while she had a mature look.

Early in the morning, risin' to the streets.

Light me up that cigarette, and I strap shoes on my feet.

A small, skinny girl with a short cropped hair cut and small features was walking with a gorgeous boy who had honey colored hair and built and toned like Edward. I let my eyes linger on his body, drinking all the new faces in. I'm sure I was goggling at them, so I quickly rearranged my features.

I broke my gaze and looked at Edward, who had his eyes on me. I flushed.

Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong.

Got to find a reason why my money's all gone.

The cute girl with the cropped hair held out her hand first, and surprised me by pulling me into a hug. "I'm Alice. I can tell now dude, we're gonna have some great fuckin' times with you." Her other siblings walked up to us, introducing themselves as Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie. Jasper took Alice's hand and smiled at me warmly, his honey colored hair shining in the cloud filtered light.

Edward pulled me into him, and wound his hands around my waist. I looked up at him, and he gave me a peck on the lips.

I got a Dalmatian. I can still get high.

I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot.

And I could tell now. This was home.

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We decided to ditch school and smoke some good old green. Edward took us to his house, a sweet, secluded mansion with a huge, like six car garage. We'd packed everyone in Emmett's Jeep on the bumpy road up here, laughing, giggling, and talking, just telling each others stories, though I still didn't tell anyone mine.

Well, life is short. So love the one you got.

Cause you might get run over, or you might get shot.

We arrived at Edward's house and we stepped inside, taking our shoes off so we wouldn't stain the beautiful white carpet. The house had surreal and abstract paintings all over the walls, beautiful art everywhere. I marveled the hallways and the beautiful staircase.

Never start no static, I just get it off my chest.

Never have to battle with no bullet proof vest.

Edward took my hand and took me up the stairs, leading me down a hallway to his room. There were a set of French doors in the corner of the room, next to a book shelf covered in CD's, records, and books. Edward left me only to open them, letting in fresh air. They didn't open to a balcony, they were just a set of randomly placed doors. I looked at the sky, wishing it was clear night so we could look at the stars. Ha, as if it would ever be clear enough outside.

I sat on the couch in Edward's room, Edward picking up a box, and sitting next to me. Alice sat on the other side of me, sharing her iPod with me, her head bobbing to "Celebrity Skin" by Hole. We sang together, nodding and grooving. At the end of the song, she plugged the iPod into speakers in the corner of the room. She put of "Around the World" be Daft Punk, and Emmett shouted from the love seat across from us.

Take a smart example, take a tip from me.

Take all of you money, give it all to charity.

"Fuck yeah. Daft Punk is the truth!" We all laughed together, nodding in agreement.

Edward pulled the shoebox he had retrieved onto his lap, opening it. "This is what we call the paraphernalia box." Everyone laughed. I nodded, impressed. Three baby food jars with various kinds of maryjane sat in the box, along with a chillum, a bowl, a roach holder, a grinder, a g cap, an x-acto knife, and a felt bag, which was a bubbler, I was thinking.

Love is what I got, it's within my reach.

And the Sublime's style still's straight from Long Beach.

Alice giggled. "I hope you love weed as much as we do." I laughed.

"Oh, you have no idea."

It all comes back to you, you finally get what you deserve.

Try and test that, you're bound to get served.

Edward pulled out a baby food jar with some good looking green in it. "This is the last of the Purple Haze." he said. "How bout we rip a few bongs of it?" He closed the box.

I watched him, his jeans leaning dangerously low on his hips, as he walked to the corner cupboard and retrieved a nice sized bong, with blue flames on it. Melted on the side were glass letters that read "Fupa".

Love's what I got, don't start riot,

You feel it when the dance gets hot.

"This is the Fupa." Edward said, laughing and nuzzling my cheek with his nose. I giggled.

"I love how you guys have names for everything." Everyone smiled and nodded.

Lovin, it's what I got.

I said remember that.

Edward packed up the bong, while Jasper got up and walked to the kitchen. He came back with a hand full of ice cubes. He chuckled and nodded. "Hells to the yeah!" He slide the ice cubes into the neck of the bong, before handing it back to Edward.

Edward pulled a blue lighter from his pocket and lit the bong, pulling it hard and holding it in. He put the bong on his glass coffee table and leaned into me, cupping my neck with his hands. He opened his mouth and parted his lips with his fingers, exhaling the smoke into my mouth. It tasted like Edward, sweet and delicious. I exhaled, and Edward put his cheek to my cheek, sliding his nose down my face, resting against me. I felt the THC race through my head, calming me and sweetening my senses. I looked to Edward, and he was smiling, his eyes closed.

I don't cry when my dog runs away.

I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay.

We passed the bong around and packed it several times, shot gunning it to each other, baking and listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers. We laughed until we cried, slapped our knees and each other, just reveling in a calm, euphoric environment.

A few hours later, Edward pulled me in for a kiss. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his tongue around mine and needing my breast through my shirt. I gasped and tugged on his hair, sliding my leg up his waist.

I don't get angry when my mom smokes pot,

hits the bottle and goes right to the rocks.

I took my hand and guided me to the hall way, pushing me in the bathroom and locking the door. I pushed him up against the door, groaning and grinding against his belt buckle. I needed friction. I pushed my hands up and down Edward's arms, feeling his sexy toned muscles, and feeling his veins pump his hot blood through him. Hopefully that blood was rushing somewhere south…

I cupped his cock through his pants, neading it with my finger tips. That got a groan from Edward, and he flipped us around, knocking my head against the door. He devoured my mouth.

Fuck it, and fried it, it's all the same.

Livin' with Louie Dog's the only way to stay sane.

He grabbed my hair and pulled it at the root, and started to slow down, become less urgent. I concentrated on his panting, and his hot breath on my face as he kissed down my face and my jaw. My legs slid off his hips, and I leaned against the door. He released me.

"So Bella, what brings you to Forks?"

Let the lovin, let the lovin, come back to me.