Bella's POV
Emmett is so immature. Just after his fight with Edward, he started acting like the annoying person he is, making Edward irritated until he told me, "Bella, let's go somewhere where I'm free from this brother of mine."
"What's the matter, Eddie? Can't take it anymore?" Emmett grinned triumphantly. "I was just getting stared, man."
"Stop calling me "Eddie"," Edward commanded his brother.
"You're not the boss of me, Edward," Emmett said to Edward.
"Just shut it, Emmett," Alice said to him. "You two are just so immature and just can't control yourselves."
"Emmett, you really should stop teasing Edward," Rosalie said. "It's getting annoying."
"Yeah, Emmie. Everyone's telling you to shut up," Edward teased, "even your girlfriend."
"Shut up, Edward." Emmett glared at him. "Don't call me Emmie. Just go make out with your girlfriend all you want." I blushed.
"Fine. We were just going anyway," Edward said. I nudged Edward in the stomach, giving him a warning.
"Edward, stop it," I whispered to him. "He's gotten enough. Just stop." I led him out of the cafeteria and went to my dorm.
A wide grin spread upon his face. "Where were we?" He just kept on smiling like an idiot.
"Um, I don't know... Where were we?" I repeated his question, partly teasing.
"Oooh, now I remember," Edward said, grinning. He kissed me so tenderly yet so passionately, and I got lost in his kiss. Nothing else matters now, nothing but him. Everything about him was mine. Mine only. We broke apart, gasping for air.
"I love you," I said, pulling him to me for another kiss.
"I love you more," Edward gasped.
The door slammed open, which I found puzzling because I was sure that I had shut it and locked it. We broke apart. It was Alice, of course. She duplicated my key so that she could get to my dorm for "emergency" situations. That meant fashion, or what Emmett calls "dress up".
"Bella! You should've dressed up for the party," she told me. Then she said to Edward, "You, too! The party's in 5! I didn't know you were so irresponsible! Get outta here and dress up, Ed." Edward hesitated for a moment, smiled his crooked smile, and then got up.
"Sheesh, Alice," He told her. "Don't you know what privacy means?"
"Privacy," Alice said. "Yeah, right. Like making out with Bella and not getting ready for the party."
"As if the party is the only important thing in the world," Edward snapped.
"Just get out, Edward," Alice retorted. "It is more important now."
"Bossy," Edward muttered as he left. I just kept on staring at him.
"BELLA?!" Alice said loudly, interrupting my thoughts. "Are you gonna dress up or what?"
"Okay, okay," I told her. "I'm going to take shower." I went inside the bathroom, my thoughts still revolving around Edward. I took a quick bath and dried myself up. I got the dress Alice gave me and put it on. I went out of the bathroom and looked at Alice.
"Are you gonna put on makeup, fix my hair or something?" I asked her.
"Yea, duh," she told me. "Who would? Edward? He's just gonna make your hair a mess." She motioned me to sit down at the chair in front of the mirror. After the makeover and the hair styling, I looked at myself at the mirror. I gasped. Is this really me? I thought.
"So what do you think?" Alice asked me. "Am I great or what?"
"You. Are. The. Greatest," I told her. "Thanks."
"I am so sure Edward will fall and never get up," Alice said.
"Not unless I catch him and help him up," I told Alice. "I am his heroine."
Edward's POV
Alice is such a pain, in some ways. Bella, I am sure, will look like a goddess in the party. I took a shower, and got dressed. I tried to look as best as I could. I combed my hair.
"Eddie, the party's goin' to start," Emmett called. "Whoa, really tryin' to impress Bella, eh?"
"I am," I told him.
"This party's gonna be a blast!" Alice practically screamed. "C'mon, Edward! Bella's waiting!" At the sound of her name, my stomach had butterflies in it. "But, you won't see her until the start of the party." Aww, darn it!
"Jasper!" Alice ran to Jasper and kissed him in the cheeks.
"Phew, man," Emmett, said. "I must admit... I am so lucky that Rose ain't like her." He looked at Rosalie and kissed her in the lips. Why, oh why does he pick the wrong time to make out? I thought to myself. And why are they all in pairs? I'm not!
"Alice, this has got to be the most awkward situation in my life," I told Alice. "And all of you are in pairs and I'm not."
"Eddie," Emmett said. "Call it bad luck or somethin'. It's not Alice's fault."
"Stop calling me Eddie! And it is her fault! She said I won't get ot see Bella until the start of the darn party!" I screamed, the desperation was too much.
"Chill," Emmett said. "The party is starting and there's Bella, Ed."
"Bella," I called. Hugging her tightly, I whispered to her, "I love you. You are beautiful."
"Edward—Can't… breathe!" I let go of her and she was gasping for air.
"Sorry, love."
"You do it like Emmett," she said. "You're like bears." I laughed at the comment. "I missed you, Edward."
"Missed you, too, love." I lifted her chin so I could kiss her. She met me halfway in a long, passionate kiss. "You want to dance?"
"Edward," Bella said wearily. "Did I ever tell you I am a klutz?"
"Maybe I heard that somewhere," I told her, smiling crookedly. Whe danced a couple of songs and Bella was exhausted.
"Edward. Don't. Ever. Let. Me. Dance. Anymore," Bella told me breathlessly.
"Don't worry," I told her. "I won't." I kissed her again, tenderly this time.
"Hey, Bella," Emmett's voice made us to break apart. "Try this punch. It's the best!" He handed her a cup and she drank it.
"I wanna have more! You're right," she said to Emmett, "it is delicious." Emmett handed her another cup. Wait a sec, I thought. Is it just me or is Bella getting a bit pink? Please don't say she's drunk… please, don't. Emmett's getting pinker by each drink. Oh, God, Emmett's drunk, and so is Bella! Where's Bella?
"Bella? Bella?!" I called out. No, no, NO! There was Bella, kissing another guy. A tall muscular man. No. This is a bad dream. The guy whispered something in her ear and she giggled. "Bella, come here." I pulled her away from the guy. "Get out! She's mine!"
"My head hurts," Bella said to me. "Edward..." I carried her into her room. She was asleep. The memory of her kissing someone else haunted me. She was drunk, it didn't mean anything. It meant nothing, I told myself. She didn't mean to.
Then Bella started to mumble, "Edward, I'm sorry...I-- I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!" Her face crumpled into sobs. "Edward-- sorry-- I didn't mean-- SORRY!" She was talking to me in her dreams, apologizing... It felt so real... I felt betrayed.