Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters involved. Stephenie Meyer does. (I totally forgot to put this on the first page. Oops)

I woke up the next morning, with Edward's face about three inches from mine. As pleasant a face that is to wake up to, it still scared me. I sort of half shrieked, and then I realized what was going on. He moved to the side, and I shot up.

"Good morning, sunshine. Sleep well?" He smirked.

"Yes, very well, thank you. So, who's coming to pick us up? And when?" I knew he'd called someone already.

"Emmett's picking us up in an hour. So I'm thinking that you should get dressed. I'll leave you alone to do that." He vanished. After yesterday's episode where I almost forced indecent behavior on my boyfriend, I thought that was best. The door gently clicked shut. I peeled my pajamas off, and put on some clothes. I pulled a pair of jeans Alice had bought for me on, and a deep blue V-neck sweater that Edward told me he liked. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and on a whim, applied some eyeliner and mascara. I put my tennis shoes on, and bounded down the stairs. Edward was waiting at the bottom. It was a good thing, too, because my foot caught on the last step, and I flew forward. Edward caught me, and stood me upright. He looked me over, and there was this look in his eyes that I couldn't quite pinpoint.

"It's time for you to eat." He always looked so proud of himself when he remembered that I have to eat.

"Okay. Go sit at the table, and I'll fix something for myself." Although his stir fry had been delicious, it was a little much. I felt like something light would be more than enough this morning. I toasted some bread, and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I sat at the table, and Edward folded his big, white hands under his chin and watched me with fascination. He always did when I ate. I was really curious about how he looked when he ate, but I'd never had the opportunity to watch him. It was too dangerous. I gradually finished my breakfast, and was just washing up the dishes when I heard the snarl of Emmett's giant jeep. Edward and I rushed out the door, and I grabbed my coat on the way out. You never know here when rain could hit.

Edward strapped me into the giant harness, and then we were off. I heard Emmett and Edward discuss my truck. Apparently, Rosalie had fixed it, and it ran a tad quieter than before. How much quieter, I didn't know. We passed the spot where it broke down last night, and it wasn't there. Emmett said that Rosalie had it in the garage. What did she do, pick it up and carry it? Probably. With the Cullens, nothing could be ruled out.

We eventually reached the Cullens house. Alice was waiting on the porch. She whisked me inside, and into the dining room. There was a spread of papers, decorations and a phone book on the table. I groaned.

"Alice, what are we doing?"

"Party planning, duh. I was waiting for you to get here. What do you think we'll need." She looked at me intently.

The only house parties I'd ever seen were on movies made in the 80s and late 90s. I had no idea what we needed. But I decided to improvise, and use a bit of what I'd seen on TV. It couldn't hurt, right?

"We'll need alcohol, and music. Lots of both. We'll need food. And we'll need people." I was sure on all of these things, but surely throwing a party had to include more than that?

"What about a dress code? Like Black and White only?" Alice looked excited now.

I shook my head. "Are we throwing this thing tonight?"

"That was the plan. I was going to call Charlie and ask if you could spend the night. He'll say yes if I do, I'm sure." Alice was usually sure. She saw the future for God's sake.

"Okay." Tonight was such short notice. I mean, yes, it was only eight in the morning, but still, the same day? Then, I knew how we could get the word out. "We only need to call one person."

"Only one? I thought we were supposed to call lots of people, so they would show up. Calling one person won't really make a difference." Alice looked at me impatiently. She closed her eyes, and concentrated, looking for the future. She opened her eyes a few minutes later, looking excited. "Bella, you're a genius!"

"Yeah." I said absentmindedly. I seriously wondered how I was going to get up the guts to call the person I really needed to call.

"I'll call her. I know she doesn't really like you." Alice was such a great person. She picked up the cell phone from the table, and dialed a number. "Hello, Jessica? Hi, this is Alice Cullen. Yeah, yeah, oh, Bella gave me the number. Well, we're having a party tonight, and we were wondering if you would come, and possibly spread the word to everyone? Yeah. Oh no, you don't have to bring your own alcohol. No, there's no dress code." Alice scowled at me, and I smiled. "Okay, okay, thanks so much Jessica. Alright. Okay, bye." She snapped the phone shut.

"Well?" I was anxious to hear Alice's news. She stared at me for awhile.

"Bella, this is going to be a great party. She was already on her home phone with Angela when I hung up. She said something about people from Port Angeles coming too." She slapped me high fives. Then, Rosalie came in. She looked immaculate. She wasn't wearing the mechanic's suit anymore.

"Bella, your truck is going to be fine. It just had a few issues. I fixed them, don't worry." Suddenly, I felt like a family member in an ER waiting room. My truck was my family member. How sad.

I threw my arms around her. "Thank you, Rosalie. For saving my truck." Edward would have been more than willing to buy me a new car, something that went outrageously fast. He almost begged me to, but I liked my truck. I thought that somehow, high rates of speed wouldn't be good if I was behind the wheel. Because everyone knows what a klutz I am.

Rosalie was supremely surprised. "Your welcome Bella." She laughed. I unclasped my arms and let her go. "So what's going on with the party?" I turned to Alice, who immediately started gushing. I wandered out of the room, hoping to be unnoticed. They were so wrapped up, they didn't notice me. I went casually up the stairs, and then dashed towards Edward's room. I opened the door, and saw him lounging on the couch with his eyes closed. I recognized the music pouring from the high tech stereo system. It was Keane. The song was called the Walnut Tree. It fitted Edward perfectly. I tiptoed into the room, and put my hands over his eyes.

"Guess who?" I purred. I could feel Edward's eyes crinkling as he smiled. He took my hands from over his eyes, and kissed them. He turned around, and thrust his face upward so that he could kiss me. I closed the space between us, and laid my lips on his icy ones. He put his hands on the back of my head, and I felt his lips open. Oh my goodness. What about his boundaries? But at that particular moment, with an amazingly gorgeous man kissing me, who was I to care? Then, he turned his head to the side.

"Oops. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to go that far." Edward apologized, standing up, and striding toward me. Then, Emmett yelled up the stairs.

"We're going on a beer run, wanna come? Everyone's going." Emmett tried to persuade us.

"Oh good god" Edward muttered under his breath. He turned to me. "Would you like to go?" He was skeptical.

"Sure. It could be fun." Buying booze with the Cullens would be very interesting. They needed me to go along, since I was the only one who was human, and who could have any idea what other humans liked to ingest.

"We'll be right down." Edward called to Emmett.

"Alright, we'll be in the Jeep."

"I guess we should go." Edward grabbed my hand, and led me down the stairs.

"Wait, who's paying for this?" I was curious. What if they asked for ID?

"Do any of us look under 21, Bella? Emmett will be paying. I'm sure they won't ask for ID." We walked out of the house, and toward the Jeep.

The beer run was underway.