i am proud to say that
Fredrik survived his comment.
he had to run fast;
but he suvived.
:D
-theenvylover

Not Another Bella and Daughter Story
Eleven Years Later.

I always said that rules were made to be broken.

So, there I was in my room, under Fredrik (fully clothed) breaking the 'don't go in each other's room' rule, the 'don't be alone with Fredrik' rule, and the 'don't let Fredrik's hands travel up your shirt' rule all of which I think are completely absurd. I mean, Fredrik waited for me to grow; it's about time he got something for his efforts. Of course we haven't traveled past shirtless in case of, well, death. But Fredrik doesn't push me so it's all good.

As long as nobody finds out.

"They're coming," Fredrik whispered as his lips wondered away from mine. I reached up and started to kiss him again.

"Tell me when they're a few steps away," I mumbled against him. After a few seconds he tapped my shoulder. I reached out and pounded the stand with my fist.

"Ah, shit," I exclaimed. Fredrik smiled.

"What happened?" Emmett's voice sounded from outside the door.

"I ran into the stand again and cut my toe."

"Do you need help?" he asked.

"Don't come in, I'm bleeding," I smiled as I reached up and nibbled on Fredrik's lower lip.

"Oh, okay," Emmett replied hesitantly. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I can handle it; can you get me a few band-aids though?" Please, just leave so I can be with Fredrik.

"Sure." He left and I turned back to Fredrik.

"How can you say that with such a straight face?" he whispered.

"I can't," I laughed. "But he can't see my face now, can he?" Fredrik smiled before he dove back in.

"Here you go," Emmett announced as he slid some band-aids under the door. Fredrik got off of me so I could go get it.

"Have you seen Fredrik?" I asked Emmett.

"Nah, have you?"

I laughed. "If I had seen him, do you think I would be asking you?"

"Guess not," Emmett laughed back. "You need to get ready; we need to leave for school in three minutes."

"You know; we wouldn't be late so often if you gave me enough time to get ready."

"Yeah, I know; that's why I don't," he laughed. "Take extra long today; all we're doing is notes in Chemistry." He walked away and I sighed. When we first moved, when I was six, they had put me in a first grade class again (with Fredrik). I had gone through school as I would've normally and I finally got to the age where I had classes with my parents.

Joy.

This year I was with Edward, Alice, and Fredrik in eleventh grade. Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and Mom were posing as seniors because they looked slightly older. Mom had entered the school system again a couple of years ago after several years of intensive training. She had really bad days but nothing too drastic; she still remained human blood-free.

"Give me your shirt," I ordered Fredrik.

"Why?" he asked smugly.

"I bet I smell like you and you smell like me. We can say that we gave each other one of our shirts; now come on!" That was the technical reason; the other reason has something to do with…

He shrunk into the six-year-old I had fallen in love with and slipped his shirt off. He threw the shirt to me and I caught it disappointedly.

"Why so sad?" he asked sarcastically. I glared at him and threw him a pink shirt. I held up his shirt and sighed. He appeared as a seventeen-year-old right behind me and grabbed my waist. "If you wanted to see me shirtless you should've just said so," he breathed into my ear.

"'So'," I repeated and turned around. He was… well, perfection. I touched his cold, hard chest and smiled as I thought about when I was going to be turned.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"Tonight."

before you review.

i know that this may seem like a "duh" thing but please,
this is eleven years later
again,
keep that in mind...

-theenvylover