To make up for the time that I didn't update last week, I wrote an extra long chapter.

As you know, I asked for your opinon on who you would like Bella with, Tristan or Edward.

I got a lot of responses and would like to thank you for the feedback.

My reviews shot through the roof and it was pretty much amazing.

So thank you.

And if you haven't you should listen to the song, "Sleep through the static" by Jack Johnson, because that and his whole new ablum kept me going.

And also the Mayday Parade song, "If you wanted a song written about you, all you had to do was say it." i know that it sounds lengthy and emo-ish, but it might give you some hints to what will happen in the future.

This is a really long author's note... hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10

Bella's POV

It was a Friday! (The best day of the week when you are a high school student.) And today was also the Homecoming Football game, the day Alice would find out whether she was a winner for the Blue Crew contest, and a rally day.

"Get up, Bella! Get up!" Alice roused me from my deep slumber by shaking me vigorously. I tried to swat her small hands away from me.

"Ugh! Alice!" I whined. There was a whooshing sound and suddenly I was completely freezing. My blanket was gone. I opened my eyes and saw Alice at the foot of my bed, my comforter in her tiny arms.

"Come on, Bella! Today is a big day!" she cheered. I groaned and dropped my head back into my indented pillow.

"Please, please, please, Bella! You know you want to look beeeeautiful for Tristan!" I opened one eye to look at her and she winked at me.

"Fine," I huffed and slowly got up out of bed. Alice pointed to my closet where I had an outfit laid out for me already. It was nothing too fancy, just school spirited. There was a pair of light wash destroyed jeans, a Bridgeton Football blue tee shirt, and my pair of beige canvas sneakers.

"Thank you Alice!" I applauded her, sometimes she picked out things that I would be comfortable in. Sometimes she just loved to watch me suffer. Today was a good day.

I heard laughing coming from the bathroom,

"Come to the bathroom when you're changed," Alice replied. Quickly, I changed out of my pajama's into the comfortable outfit provided for me.

"Sit," Alice demanded and pointed to the stool that was in front of the mirror. I did as she said. She got a brush and a comb out of the drawer and set to work. In about ten minutes, Alice had my hair in long, pig-tail French braids, each with a small blue bow at the end.. How she managed to get them so perfect, I never could figure out.

"Finished," Alice announced proudly. I gave her a bright smile.

"Thank you Alice," I said sincerely.

"Any time Bella… literally," Alice replied and we both laughed. Rosalie walked into the bathroom then, decked out in small blue cheer shorts and a white Bridgeton tee shirt. Her wavy golden hair was down and flowing all around her. Even in a simple outfit, Rosalie beauty was overpowering.

"Nice, Rosalie" Alice complimented, nodding her head at her. Rosalie smiled at us and gave us a thumbs up.

"Did you get your homecoming dress, yet?" Alice asked her. Rosalie wasn't buying hers at a store this year, she was having one shipped in from New York. It was supposed to arrive yesterday, but it hasn't come yet.

"No, I hope I'll have it by this afternoon," Rosalie looked very stressed. But we'd been tracking the dress on the internet, it was Seattle right now. We could go pick it up at the UPS store there if needed.

"I'm sure it will be here," I reassured her. She nodded, though not thoroughly convinced of it.

"It's almost 7:30, we have to get going," Alice informed us. I was supposed to meet Tristan at the cafeteria around 7:30 for breakfast, so I was immediately alert, jumping off of the stool to get my stuff together.

When we entered the cafeteria, everybody in the cafeteria had school colors on. All shades of blue and white tee-shirts clothed the students. I looked for Tristan and found him at his regular table. He waved to me, motioning for me to come over to him.

"Hello lovely," he greeted me, pulling me into his lap and kissing my cheek.

"Good morning," I beamed at him. He untangled an arm that was around my waist and pulled something out of his back pack, hiding it behind his back.

"I have something for you," he announced, I raised my eyebrows. He continued,

"I was hoping that you'd wear it today, you know for the rally and big game." He moved his arm out from behind his back, he had something made of a mesh fabric folding up in his hand. Using his other hand, he unfolded it… it was a white Bridgeton Football Jersey. I grabbed it, examining it.

"It's my old one from last year, it's too small now," Tristan explained. I turned it around to see the back, it had a '12' in big numbers and it said 'Ashburn' on the back.

"So, you want to wear it? If you don't, it's fine," Tristan asked me.

"Of course I want to wear it," I smiled widely at him, his face held a big smile also. I moved to stand up, so I could put it on. I pulled the jersey over my head… it was too big of course, but that was part of its charm. I spun around in a small circle, letting Tristan see.

"How do I look?" I questioned him. Tristan's blue eyes were lit brightly.

"I am really starting to like how it says 'Ashburn' on your back," he teased me. I giggled,

"Me too," I agreed and twisted myself back into his lap.

School seemed so long, though every class was shortened by 15 minutes to make room for the rally that was to take place at the end of school. By my art class, the entire student body seemed to be ecstatic with school spirit. I sat next to Tristan through art as usual and sketched a chair on my drawing paper.

"Class," our teacher called out, getting our attention, "I am going to let you go early to the rally so you get good seats… and because I am a kick ass teacher." Everybody in the class laughed at that, even the teachers were excited for the rally and game tonight. Tristan grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my seat,

"Lets go, Bella!" he urged me.

"Tristan, I may not be on crutches anymore, but I can't necessarily sprint, yet!" I exclaimed, almost falling on my face. Tristan immediately slowed down and bent over,

"Get on, then! I want to get good seats," he instructed me. I scoffed, but got on.

"You're the freaking captain, I seriously doubt you won't get a seat," I mumbled, he laughed.

"But I want a place next to you, though." My face softened. When we got to the gym doors, where the rally was to take place, there was a herd of students trying to get through the two sets of double doors.

"Move!!!!" Tristan bellowed, loud and clear. I felt the need to cover my ears. But like the Red Sea, the students created a path for him. We walked straight into the gym, never getting within a foot of other students. The gym was already half way filled, the rows of bleachers becoming less visible by the second.

"Tristan!" a huge guy called out, he was the one who interrupted our kiss in the cafeteria before; Tristan acknowledged him by raising a hand and nodding to him. We walked over towards him and when we got there, Tristan put me down carefully. Tristan sat on the edge of the team's identifiable section so I could next to him.

"Bella!" I knew the voice, Alice. She was waving at me, I waved back and saved the seats around me. A few moments later, Alice, Jasper, Emmet, Rosalie, and Edward filled them.

"It's packed in here," Alice commented; I nodded with her, agreeing.

"And loud," I added. It was about ten minutes before the gym was filled completely and the floor was pretty much clear, every one had found their seats. Tristan tapped my arm,

"I'll be back," he informed me before getting up from his seat beside me and walking onto the empty gym floor. He went to stand beside the dean, Mr. Kane. Mr. Kane took the microphone from the stand.

"Welcome to Bridgeton High School's first rally of the school year," he greeted us, "This year, directing our rallies will be Tristan Ashburn," he informed us. He turned around to Tristan,

"Here Tristan," he mumbled and handed him the microphone. The student's screamed, clapped, and stomped in approval and encouragement. Tristan smiled and waved to quiet them.

"Okay, so we're going to start off this rally a little bit differently than the others. On three I want the freshman class to yell 'B', next, the sophomores to shout 'H', then the juniors to scream 'S', and finally the senior class to yell 'What?',

"Okay, ready… one, two, three, go!" Tristan pointed to the freshman section.

"B!"

He pointed to the sophomores, "H!"

The turned to face our junior class and winked up at me, I screamed as loud as I could, "S!"

Then Tristan pointed his senior class, who were the loudest yet, "What?!?!?!"

"Now 'BHS' all together!" Tristan bellowed into the microphone. "One, two, three…"

"BHS!!!!" the gym floors were vibrating from how loud we were. Everybody started cheering as loud as they could after that. Once they died down, Tristan spoke again.

"As you all know, we have our first home football game tonight. Freshman start at 4, J.V at 5:30, and the Varsity game at 7:30. I heard that a majority of the students at Lowell are coming… that means we need to outnumber them. We can't let them come onto our campus and own." A couple of students screamed out a 'Hell yeah!' and a 'Damn straight!'. Unfortunately, they were scolded from the administrators and Tristan went on.

"We are also announcing the winner for the Blue Crew design contest… Alice Brandon!" I screamed and Alice had a hand covering her mouth, shocked. Tristan motioned for her to stand up and when she did, everybody clapped for her. She smiled and waved before sitting down.

"The tee shirts will be selling for seven dollars after school, in the foyer, and at the game so make sure to pick one up." Tristan continued.

"But right now, I would like to introduce to you the Bridgeton Cheer Team!" and with that about 40 girls and 10 boys entered the gym, pumping their fists in the air and getting everybody excited. Quickly, they ran into their positions and music blasted through the stereo system. Their routine consisted of many flips and lifting people in the air… they were actually quite good.

By the end, everybody was on their feet in approval.

"Thank you cheer," Tristan clapped for them,

"And now co-captain, Evan Clareton, will be introducing your varsity football team." Tristan handed the microphone to a tall short-haired blonde who began to call out numbers and names who walked out to the center of the floor in a line. We all clapped politely for them… a majority of the students didn't really care.

Tristan came to sit with his team, which happened to be next to me. He greeted me with a kiss and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"How am I doing?" he asked, whispering in my ear.

"Great of course… I think Alice was about to cry of happiness," I giggled. He shook with silent laughter.

"She deserved to win," he said sincerely, "we have class competitions up next… you should play," he whispered trying to persuade me. I smiled and shook my head fiercely.

"No really, there's one with upperclassmen vs. lowerclassmen… you get a partner with a senior," he winked at me.

"And finally, our star quarterback… number 12, Tristan Ashburn!" Evan called out, the gym filled with noise, girls screaming their lungs out.

"I'll get you out there…" he whispered in my ear mischievously before kissing my cheek then getting up and walking to center floor with the rest of his team.

"Remember to come out to the game tonight," Evan reminded everybody before turning over the microphone to Tristan. The football players returned to their seats, and Tristan stayed at on the floor.

"Okay, so I think we all know what's coming up next…" Everybody but the freshmen class screamed in excitement. A few kids even started stretching.

"Class competitions!" The crowd roared.

"Okay, I need one volunteer from each class to come to the center of the basketball court." The freshman class was reluctant in the extreme, but a brave boy went out. The sophomore who jogged out was a girl with cherry red hair. Half of the junior class started chanting 'Edward, Edward, Edward' so eventually Edward got pushed out to center court by force. The senior class was represented by a blonde- I think her name was Lauren Mallory.

Once was everybody was settled, Tristan began again.

"Well it looks like the juniors have an unfair advantage because the game today is… 21." Mr. Kane passed Tristan a basketball. Our class went completely insane. I had a feeling that Edward played basketball…

"Okay, so basically for people who don't know how to play, there are no teams. You play by yourself versus everybody else. If you score you get possession of the ball back at center court. First person to 21, by twos and threes, wins." Tristan explained, mostly to the players… Edward looked smug.

"And as a tradition, freshman get first possession," Tristan handed the small boy the ball and blew a whistle, I initiating the start of the game. I think that little boy had the ball for less than a second. Edward just snatched it from him and took off in a sprint towards the basket, finishing in an easy, un-contended lay up.

"Juniors 2" Tristan announced the score and we all yelled words of encouragement for Edward. Somebody from the sophomore class retrieved the ball and passed it to Edward. Edward caught the ball with one hand and stood at center court, dribbling the ball in between his legs.

Then as soon as the other players rushed at him to steal the ball, he moved to the right, then put the ball behind his back to the left, which left the defenders in the dust. He pulled up at the three point line and shot the ball… swish!

"Wooo Edward!" I screamed as loud as I could, but I just drowned in with the rest of the crowd.

"Juniors 5," Tristan laughed. The game continued like that, with more easy shots and a couple of three pointers. But at the end, when all of the other players had given up, Edward jumped up into the air, spun around in a 360 and dunked the ball.

"Oh my god..." I mumbled, unbelievably. My mouth was dropped open along with Alice's and Rosalie's. Everybody in the gym was screaming, it didn't matter which class you were in… Edward was amazing to ever one.

Edward came and back to sit down with us and I just stared at him.

"What?" he asked, obviously oblivious to the fact that he was miraculous at basketball. I just shook my head at him, he was incredible.

"Okay, next competition will require a girl and a boy from each class," Tristan announced. The freshman class didn't even fill a team, the sophomore class had two brunettes, Rosalie volunteered with Jasper for the junior class and two seniors stepped up.

"Okay the game for this one will be… wheel barrow race!" Tristan declared and everybody looked at each other electrified. Rosalie and Jasper were talking to each other in whispers… my guess was that it was their game plan.

"We got this in the bag," Emmet hissed, Alice nodded enthusiastically. After a few minutes, Tristan spoke again.

"The race is from baseline to baseline," Tristan announced, "All competitors line up." Rosalie and Jasper were on the far right, so we would have a good view of them. They got into position; Rosalie was using her hands and Jasper, holding up her feet.

"Let's go Rosalie and Jasper!" Alice screeched. That started up a whole round of cheers from the juniors. Tristan was laughing,

"Okay, okay. Let's get started; I will blow the whistle to start." Tristan informed them seriously. He raised up one arm, then the other, and swung them both down while blowing the whistle loudly.

Jasper and Rosalie took off so like a bullet; they had the lead by a few feet. The closet behind them were the seniors, but they stumbled, and the next fastest was the sophomores and right on their heels were the freshman.

They were right about at half court.

"Come on Rose!" I screamed my lungs out.

"Let's go Jasper, pick it up!" Emmet bellowed. Alice just sat their, bouncing in her seat.

"We have the juniors in the lead, followed by the sophomores who looked to be only inches ahead of the freshman…" Tristan tried to get a better view of the race. Rosalie sped up, seeing the finish line and Jasper was jogging- which is very fast for a race like this.

Then were closer and closer to the finish line – was standing up and clapping and screaming. When they crossed it, I threw my arms up in the air in victory, the rest of the juniors did the same- we were dominating.

"Juniors win, with the freshman in second, sophomore in third, and sadly the seniors in fourth." Tristan shook his head, ashamed of his own class. Rosalie was laying on the ground- exhausted. Jasper helped her to her feet and they came back to sit down.

"Nice job guys!" I congratulated them, giving each of them high fives.

"For our final game, we have the infamous upperclassmen vs. lowerclassmen," The entire gym yelled in challenge to each other.

"I eat freshmen for breakfast!" one junior yelled, pounding his chest with a fist. I laughed.

"We need somebody from each class, junior and seniors pair up and freshman and sophomores pair up." Tristan instructed. The senior class was in a frenzy, after their last performance, nobody felt the need to step up.

"I got this one guys!" Tristan raised a hand to them and in response they cheered for him. Nobody from the junior class wanted to go up- I think it was the fact that Rosalie was just too intimidating for any of the girls to follow, and Edward was possibly the most insane basketball player on the planet.

"Bella, get up here, now…" Tristan said in a low voice into the microphone for everybody to hear. I turned a new shade of red and shook my head in defiance. There was no way I was going out there just to embarrass myself.

Tristan began to walk over to were I was sitting, I felt like running. He stepped up the few bleachers that were in between us, and held out his hand.

"Come on, Bella. It'll be fun- I promise," his eyes were lit with amusement. I winced, thinking of all of the bad things that could happen- being a total pessimist.

"Please, for me," he pressed. Okay, this was completely and utterly unfair- how am I supposed to say to that face. He was pouting, but at the same time mysterious and irresistible. And because of my inability to say no to him, I took my hand in his and let him help me up and down to center floor.

Once all the other two players got down, Tristan announced the game and the rules.

"Okay for this one… we need balloons." A couple of staff members came into the building at this time with big, black, trash bags and dumped them onto the floor in equal piles.

"One player will put a balloon onto their chest like this," Tristan picked up a balloon, showed it to everybody and held it to his chest.

"Then another player will have to push against them to make it pop." When he said this, my face went completely white.

"Bella, come demonstrate with me," Tristan waved me over, and with eyes wide- we kind of hugged each other- with more force- and the balloon popped in between us.

"Ooh baby!" somebody yelled from the crowd. Tristan just laughed and turned towards the lowerclassmen.

"Understand?" They nodded numbly, afraid from the look of it. Tristan waved somebody over from the football team and they jogged out to us. He handed him the microphone and took his place beside our pile of balloons and in front of me.

"We got this one in the bag," he assured me, smiling hugely.

"Okay, on the count of three, the game will begin…" the replacement for Tristan announced. I stopped smiling and put on my game face.

"Once, two, three, go!" he shouted and Tristan bent down to get a balloon. Immediately I hugged him tight, which caused the balloon to pop. We did this- what seemed like a thousand times- until all of the balloons were gone.

I looked over to the other team and they still had around five balloons left. Tristan threw his hands up and in the air,

"That was awesome, Bella!" he congratulated me and picked me in a hug to swing me around in a circle. I giggled with him.

"Upperclassmen win!" the boy with the microphone yelled and our side of the gym hooted in triumph.

After the rally, I bought Alice's winning tee shirt and headed back to our room. Jasper and Edward came with Rosalie Alice and I, Emmet and Tristan had to go do their 'football stuff' with the team. We were just hanging out, drinking some sodas and listening to music.

"Do you want to go to dinner before the game?" Edward asked all of us. I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm starved," Alice agreed, rubbing her stomach.

"Pizza?" Jasper suggested, relaxing on the sofa with a protective arm around Alice.

"Pizza!" Rosalie agreed, getting up out of the chair she was sitting in. We followed her lead, getting up.

"I get to drive!" I called it, ha! Rosalie made a face, but accepted it.

"We can't all fit into your car, Bella. So I can take Alice in my car," Jasper pointed out smugly. Alice beamed up at him. Rosalie made a gagging sound- Emmet was really starting to rub off on her.

"Okay, lets go! I'm hungry!" I complained while grabbing my keys off of the kitchen counter.

Once we were all piled into my car (Rosalie forced Edward into the back seat- poor Edward, but nobody can compete with Rosalie) I drove off campus and Edward directed me to the supposedly 'best pizza parlor.'

I parked my Audi A5 – one of my prized possessions- and got out hurriedly. Edward said that it was popular place for Bridgeton students, I was hungry and I needed food! Alice got out and tipped the car so Edward could crawl out of the back seat.

"Hurry up Edward!" Alice squealed, apparently we were getting seating soon and we needed everyone there.

"Alice, when Rosalie decided to squish me into the back seat of a sports car- problem will occur," Edward grumbled while squeezing himself out of the car while trying to keep his pants up- which were falling down. His green and blue plaid boxers were hanging out. It was an extremely funny sight.

"How the heck did you beat me, Jasper?" I asked once I got to where he was waiting. He shrugged.

"I'm just a better driver," he teased me with a smile. I scowled at him. Edward finally managed to get out of my car, and I pressed the button to lock it. We walked into the restaurant and were seating instantly.

"Anything is fine with me as long as we get pepperoni," Rosalie stated, not even glancing at the menu. I opened it, curious to what kind of food establishment this was. I swear, there was nothing but pizzas and alcohol. And the menu was 6 pages long.

"Umm… you guys know what's good. Just get something that I'll like, Alice," I stated intimidated. Alice nodded in acknowledgement while scanning the menu like Edward and Jasper.

"Barbecue chicken pizza sound any good?" Edward asked, still looking down at the menu.

"Sure, anything, I really just want to get something in me," I agreed, my stomach growled in approval. Edward chuckled, hearing it.

"I want mushroom!" Alice exclaimed, spotting it under the vegetarian section. Jasper leaned back into the booth, relaxing and folding back up his menu.

"Just give me cheese and I am good," he breathed. Edward closed his tri-folded menu back up and the waitress came back around after a few short seconds. She tucked a strand of short bleach blonde hair behind her ear before speaking.

"Hi, I'm Melanie, and I will be your server tonight. Can I start you off with any drinks?" she asked, smiling brightly. She turned towards me first, pen and pad in hand, ready.

"I'll just have a Coke," I requested quietly. She nodded and wrote it down with a scratchy pen. She positioned her body so it was more in front of Edward, who was sitting next to me.

"Make it two Cokes," he said in an extremely smooth voice. I don't think anybody else realized it, but Melanie nearly squealed. She took everybody else's drink orders in a daze, her mind was elsewhere… I had a feeling where.

"Do you need another minute, or are you ready to order?" she asked us, a fake smile returning to her features.

"We're ready," Edward confirmed and she positioned her pen on the pad of yellow paper.

"We would like an x-large pizza in quarters," he stopped, checking to see if she got it down.

"Okay…" she nodded.

"With cheese, pepperoni, barbecue chicken, and mushroom," Edward stated, speaking in a crystal clear tone. Melanie wrote it down quickly and looked up at us with a cheerful expression.

"I'll have your drinks out in a jiffy and put in your pizza." And with that the overly tan blonde was gone, shaking her but seductively. Emmet coughed a fake cough.

"Was it me, or did she just say 'jiffy'?" he asked smirking.

"Oh… Melanie said 'jiffy'," Rosalie ensured, sending us on a fit of laughter.

Once we finished up with dinner and the entire pizza- which was incredibly large, we packed back into the cars and headed to the big game. This time, Edward forced Rosalie in the back, saying that it was her turn.

Okay, okay he also told her that she dropped her cell phone back there and tricked her, but Rosalie had it coming for her. I drove as fast as I could- without loosing my mind- to the football stadium at our school and after meeting up with Alice and Jasper again, found good seats.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Lowell, Bridgeton varsity football game…" the announcer said over the speakers in a deep voice.

"First, coming onto the field is the Lowell Wildcats." The opposing team came into the field, dressed in their school colors- red and black. Once they started running on, the spectators from Lowell cheered. The other team's fan's almost filled the entire bleachers on the other side of the field, dressed in red and with black face paint- they were very spirited.

"And now for you Bridgeton Bulldogs!" the announcer declared in a more upbeat tone of voice. I screamed, but my eyes were looking for number 12. He wasn't in front, but he was last on to the field.

"Go Tristan!" I yelled, though I knew he wouldn't be able to hear me. Immediately our school started a chant,

"Bull-dog power, bulldogs got the power –what?!- bull-dog power, bulldogs got the power –what?!-…" we joined along, embracing our inner bulldog.

The game started with a kick off and we immediately returned getting in a good run. Tristan jogged onto the field with the whole offensive line. I really don't understand football to tell you the truth… but I did know that Tristan was awesome.

"Wooo Tristan!" I screamed, my hands cupping my mouth. Hoping that somehow it would make my words reach him down on the field. When we reached half time and got up to go get a snack, we were winning by 3 points. Jasper said that it was a good game and we could win or lose- it all depended on the second half.

Alice and I got up to go get some popcorn and sodas for everybody. She twined her arm around mine.

"Sooo…" she said mischievously. I gave her the stink eye.

"You and Edward are so flirting, Bella," she gushed, unable to stand the silence any longer. I gasped.

"Alice, I have a boyfriend," I remaindered her sternly. She nodded slowly.

"I know, I'm just saying that maybe Edward likes you too," she said quietly shrugging.

"No. We're just friends." I tried to convince her… though I doubted the words that were flowing from my own mouth. She smiled a knowing smile.

"Just know your options, Bella. Options are friends." We got to the very short line for the snack bar and ordered a two medium popcorns, bottles of soda for all of us, and a couple candies. I was in charge of holding the drinks, but we just couldn't carry all of it.

"You need some help?" Asked a voice I had heard before, I just couldn't place the face. I turned around. Mike Newton. As much as I was going to do what it seemed like everybody was telling me to do and stay away from him… we really needed some extra help.

"Yeah, thanks so much," I smiled at him while he grabbed the candy and a couple sodas from my over flowing arms.

"No problem." Alice gave him a small, yet curious smile and led the way back to the seats. I tried not to talk to him, concerned about what made everybody that I trusted dislike him so much.

"So, how's Bridgeton for you so far?" he asked, making small talk. I shrugged, which was hard to do for me while walking and holding sodas.

"Great, really," I smiled at the honesty in my voice. It had been wonderful here.

"I'm glad," Mike smiled down at me. Once we reached the bleacher's stairs, Jasper and Edward came rushing up the stairs to help us.

"Thanks Mike but we've got it from here," Edward snarled more than said graciously. Mike nodded once and handed him what he was holding. Edward grabbed another soda from my in between my side and arm. Now I only had four sodas to hold in my hands.

"Thanks," I breathed. Edward just nodded, somewhat angrily. I forgot about it and returned to my seat next to Edward and Rosalie. The game was starting back up and I needed to pay full attention to it, to even somewhat comprehend what was going on.

We won. I cheered. And then went back to the room with Rosalie and Alice. It was getting kind of late and I needed to get to bed early. Alice said we had early appointments tomorrow morning for manicures, pedicures, and the total spa treatment.

Alice never does things half way. As soon as I got into the shower, into a pair of boxer shorts and tank top and climbed into bed, my phone rang. Groaning, I got up to pick it up.

"Hello lovely," Tristan said quietly on the other end.

"Great game tonight," I congratulated, suppressing a yawn.

"Thank you… I know its late notice and all, but do you want to go get ice cream?" he asked eagerly. I was confused, he told me that he was going to go do a team thing if they won.

"I thought you said that you were going to hang with the team tonight?" I asked. Tristan sighed on the other end.

"I though so too. But they wanted to go to a wild party and I want to hang out with you," Tristan explained. I smiled, blushing though nobody would witness me getting embarrassed.

"Ice cream sounds great," I stated into the phone.

"I'll be there in a minute," Tristan chuckled.

"Wait! I'm in my pj's," I complained.

"Well just where that then, nobody's going to care. Besides, I'm curious now to see what you were to sleep…" Tristan flirted, and I blushed a deep red.

"Fine, but I'm putting a tee-shirt over my tank top, its cold," I made up an excuse.

"Whatever you want, B." Tristan said nonchalantly.

"Bye," I sang and hung up the phone, going to my enormous closet to find a tee shirt. I found a gray one that I used to run in and pulled it over my head. Slipping on some moccasins, I went to the living room where Alice and Rosalie were watching the evening news.

"I'm going to ice cream with Tristan, I'll be back later," I informed them and sat down. Alice eyed me as did Rosalie before approving and turning their concentration back to the plasma. There was a knock at the door.

"Bye!" I called to Alice and Rosalie.

"Don't be too late!" they called back to me. I closed the door behind me. Tristan wrapped me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly.

"Lets' get going," Tristan put his hand into mine. He looked at me up and down.

"Nice B," he said emphasizing the little pet name. I blushed a pink color. He pulled me into another hug and whispered into my ear.

"Did you know that you're beautiful?"

Okay, I just remembered something-

somebody said something about 'waiting for the climax'

and i wanted to reassure you that it is coming, i am just trying to develop the setting and characters.

but i will get there soon because i don't think that i can wait much longer to write it.

i am too excited.

And keep the review for Edward vs. Tristan coming, because i would love to read more of them!