ALL FAMILIAR CHARACTER NAMES BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER. Though this story is my own, and I have added a few new characters, I take no credit for Stephanie's.

BPOV

Chapter 1:

Five years earlier

"Hurry your ass up!" I heard Rosalie call from the bathroom down the hall. I let out a loud aggravated sigh, making sure she could hear me.

"Quit complaining, Isabella Marie! You promised me!" She called out, causing me to remember my own words.

"Was I drunk?" I joked, causing her to storm back into my bedroom. I was taken aback at her beauty. She had cut her hair recently, into a pretty short layered look, that met her shoulders. She was wearing a bright red cocktail dress, and had half of her make-up on.

"No, you were not drunk. Alice said she'd back me up when she gets here, so get over it, and put that damn dress on!" She said as she pointed to the short black laced dress on my bed. I groaned again, but didn't fight her on it. She stormed back to the bathroom, and started blaring Usher from my iHome. I shed the robe I had on, and reached for the black dress, pulling it on with ease. I had to admit, it fit me perfectly. It surprised me, because that was hard to do, let alone the fact that Rosalie picked it out without even my presence. It was strapless, and usually I had a hard time wearing strapless dresses, because I don't have the boobs to hold them up, but this one was different. I held the dress to my chest as I walked to the bathroom.

"I need you to zip me up," I said to Rose quietly. I turned my back to her, and she zipped the zipper quickly.

"Let me see," She said, as she pulled my arm towards her. I stood in front of her trying to act as much like a model as I could. She didn't answer right away, and it got me nervous.

"Well?" I pleaded.

"It's perfect. 10 points for me!" She said enthusiastically. "Do a turn!" She twirled her finger in the air, and I did as asked, while rolling my eyes at her humor. We heard the front door from downstairs open and close, as Rose met my eyes.

"Alice" We said in unison.

"Hello?" Alice called from below.

"Up here, Al!" I yelled out, forcing Rosalie to put a finger in her ear from my shouting. Alice appeared at the doorway of the bathroom, and looked just as stunning as Rosalie did, in a knee length navy blue silk gown with her hair up, and make-up on perfectly. I sighed, and wished I was as good at all this girl stuff as they were.

"You look amazing, babe!" I said as I walked over to hug her.

"Yeah, you're a hottie," Rose announced reassuringly.

"Thanks you guys," Alice replied with a slight blush in her cheeks.

"I just have to put on my mascara, if you'd like to get a start on Bella," Rose told her turning back to face the mirror above the sink.

"Jeez, you guys make me sound like a science project," I groaned.
"Oh, shut up," my best friends both said at the same time. I rolled my eyes again, and sat on the bar stool we brought up from the kitchen, in front of the full length mirror. Alice made me turn my back on the mirror, insisting that I wasn't allowed to see myself until they were finished. Alice started on my hair, as Rose finally came over to start on my make-up, slathering my face in Cover-Up.

"Now, you both promised that I'd still look like me when you guys are through with all this. That is still true, right?" I asked fearfully.

"Of course..." They said, and I could swear that they gave each other a wink over my shoulders. After forty-five minutes, I was through. I had made it through their, 'make Bella a girl' project. I stood up and was about to turn and give myself a once over, but Alice stopped me, and ran to get my black high heels. I slipped them on when she returned, and slowly moved my body in a quick twist. I couldn't believe it. I took my own breath away. My hair was half up, ringlet curls bouncing everywhere, and a face I hardly recognized. I mean, it was still me, just Hollywood styled me.

"Wow, you guys. I'm impressed" I breathed out. Alice immediately started clapping her hands and squealing like a little girl. Rose patted my back with a laugh.

"Told you, we knew what we're doing with all this stuff" She said proudly. I nodded my head at her, and couldn't take my eyes off of the girl reflecting back in front of me.

"You two are sure that we're not overdressing?" I asked a bit skeptical.

"No way. Besides, all the girls were told to dress formal. This is formal, Bella" Rosalie said.

"Whatever you say," I replied back. I went to the bathroom cabinets and took out a couple of band aides, and placed them on my feet. I knew by the end of the night, I'd have big blisters from these heels. I walked back to my room and quickly grabbed my pajamas, placing them into my overnight duffel. Before Alice and Rose could walk in and catch me, I shoved an extra outfit of a pair of dark skinny jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, and my converse into the bag as well. Little did they know; I plan on changing out of this attire as soon as possible. It wasn't much longer until all three of us were ready, and heading down stairs. It was mid June, and the weather was perfect for our chosen attire. Although, we each grabbed a light jacket anyway, because in Forks, Washington, you never knew when the rain would come, and it came more often then not. I stepped out onto the porch, and turned to lock the front door of my house. I threw my robe, and hat over my shoulder, and turned around to Alice and Rosalie.

"Here goes nothing!" I said smiling.

"High School graduation, here we come!" Alice called out in a holler. I started to walk towards my Toyota Camry, when Rose grabbed me by the arm.

"Don't even think about it, Missy. We're taking my car," she said as an evil grin spread across her face. I turned to look at Rosalie's brand new Ford Convertible, and sighed.

"So much for getting there unnoticeable..." I replied in a frustrated voice.

"Get over it, hooker."

"Fine, but I call shotgun!" I called out teasing Alice.

"Hey! That's no fair! Fine, I get it on the way to the party!" She yelled back.

"Doubtful," I said bumping my shoulder to hers. "Jasper is no doubt riding with us. You wouldn't want to put him in the back with me, right? I'd start telling him all about you childhood days when you ran around in your underwe..."

"Okay, okay!" She said cutting me off in defeat. I smiled proudly as I opened the passenger door, and pulled the seat up for her to get in. Jasper and Alice had been together for two years, and they are still the cutest couple at Forks High. Rose and I swore on their first date, they'd be married within three years. I climbed into the new car, and the smell of fresh leather seats overwhelmed me.

"Can one of you put my cell phone in your purse, please?" I asked nicely.

"Oh, Bella. When will you start carrying a purse?" Alice said from behind me, taking my phone.

"When I have more things to carry besides a cell phone?" I asked.

"What about your Drivers License? Where do you keep it?" Rose asked, as she started the car. It let out a loud hum from beneath us.

"The glove compartment in my car," I replied nonchalantly.

"What about cash? Or your bank card?" Alice said with raised eyebrows.

"My back pocket."

"You're such a freak," Rose teased. I had to admit, she was right on that one. "Ready girls?"

"Ready!" Alice and I said together. Rosalie pulled out of my driveway, and we headed towards Forks High School, for the last time.

Graduating high school is an inevitable thing, and even though you've counted down the days since you were a freshman, you can't help but feel some remorse at it's end. I had four great years in that building. I got my first kiss from Hunter Wilt on the football field behind the bleachers my sophomore year, I got drunk for the first time my junior year at a Halloween Party, and I won the Best Artist award for a painting I did this past semester. It was sad to know that everyone would disperse into their separate lives, and who knew when I'd see any of them again. Granted, there are always the few people you couldn't wait to get away from, like Pervert Mike, or Slutty Lauren, but I knew that in ten years, we'd all be different people. Memories overwhelmed my head, as I felt tears begin to prickle my eyes.

"Bella?" Rosalie spoke softly, pulling me from my thoughts. "Are you ready?"

I hadn't realized that we were already parked. I looked to her, and smiled. "Yes." We climbed out of the red dragon that was Rosalie's car, and set for the school.

Inside, everyone was in panic. Teachers yelling out names, teenagers yelling out in excitement, and us three girls watching it all laughing. We took our spots in line, separated because of our last names, and got ready to head into the Gymnasium. My graduating class was only 300 students, which isn't much to some people, but was to me. I looked around at the people ahead of, and behind me, and smiled.

"Single file, folks!" The assistant principal, Mrs. Louis called out. Everyone got quite, and did as told. I started to hear the school band begin the Alma Mater and saw Casey Abbot, start to lead us all into the Gym. Once I reached the crowded, stuffy, Gym, I started to search the crowd for my parents. I took my seat, and watched Jessica Stanley take the stage to give her Valedictorian speech. It was kind of long, and drawn out, but it could have been worse. I spotted my parents towards the back of the crowd of cheering people, and smiled. I was just as proud of myself as they were in that moment.

"Alice Owens," Mr. Ward called. I immediately stood from my chair, and started clapping and yelling loudly. I did the same for Rosalie, and when it was finally my turn to walk the stage, I'd never felt more free. I shook Mr. Ward's hand, switched my tassel to the opposite side, and walked into the crowd of graduated classmates. My parents found me first, and squeezed my neck tightly.

"Oh, baby! I'm so proud of you!" My mom said into my ear, tears flowing from her green eyes.

"Congratulations, Bells," my dad said from behind me.

"Thanks you guys. I couldn't have done it without you." My mom pulled out a Kleenex, and leaned into my dad's shoulder for support.

"Calm down, mom. This is only high school. Save your tears for when I graduate College!" I said with enthusiasm, which only made her cry harder. I took my digital camera from inside my mother's purse, and had someone snatch a few pictures of the three of us. My mom hugged me again, and I patted her back trying to sooth her.

"Come on, tearful eyes," Dad said laughing. "Let's get you home."

"You're staying with Rosalie tonight, right?" Mom asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, we'll see you tomorrow." She sniffled, and released her choke hold.
"Have a fun night, graduate! Be safe," My dad called back, as he began to lead my mother out of the crowded room. I turned around and began to search for my friends, finding Rosalie first, who told me that Alice and Jasper would meet us at her car. I held onto Rose's hand as we made our way through bunched up people, and breathed in a big gulp of fresh air, once we were outside. Alice was leaned up against Rosalie's car kissing Jasper as he hovered over her protectively.

"Hey now, save that shit for later," Rose said making a gagging sound. Alice pulled away from Jasper and giggled. They climbed into the back of Rosalie's car, and picked up where they had left off. Rose and I climbed in, and as soon as she started the car, I turned the radio up to block out the smacking kiss noises coming from the backseat. Beyonce blared through the car stereo as we started our drive toward Rosalie's house. I began to get a little nervous as we neared her house, knowing of the coming events. Rose was hosting a Graduation Party, and invited the entire student body. I was never particularly fond of parties, unless I was drunk, which was a rare occasion. I didn't like being around a lot of people. I fidgeted with my hands, and took a deep breath.

"Relax, Bella," Rosalie said, as she turned the music down a bit. "It's going to be an awesome night. Plus, Emmett said that he knows a few people coming from Port Angeles. You never know, maybe you'll meet the man of your dreams." She laughed, and I couldn't keep from laughing with her.

"Oh, please. I gave up on him a long time ago," I said while waving my hand in the air.

"Don't say that! You could meet someone, and have a relationship like me and Emmett's." She got dreamy eyed when she spoke of Emmett Williams. He was 22, buff, and almost graduated from college. He met Rosalie through their parents, who were all Lawyers, and always out of town on business. They'd been together almost a year, and even though he lived about an hour away, they made it work. It suited them. She intends to go to school in Port Angeles this fall, and then they'll be close together. It should be a nice change for them. Unlike Alice and Jasper who were more reserved and laid back, Emmett was a perfect fit to Rosalie's crazy and loud antics. Hell, he is just as crazy, and much louder than she is.

"We'll see," I answered her in a hopeful tone. I'd always dreamed of my perfect other coming into my life. It feels like I have been waiting forever. I've been patient though. I've only kissed two people, one of them being a dare by Rose, and I'm still a virgin. Probably one of the only virgins left in our county at the age of 18, actually, but I was in no rush. Besides, I had promised myself that tonight was the start of the rest of my life. We made our way up Rosalie's winding driveway, and saw that at least a dozen people were already there. Thankfully, Emmett had come early to keep an eye on things until we got there. We parked in the garage, and started to get out. I turned to Alice and Jasper, still stuck together by the mouth, and yelled.

"HEY! LOVE BIRDS! WE'RE HERE! COME GET SOME AIR! I HEAR IT'S GREAT FOR THE LUNGS!" Alice pulled away from Jasper in shock, and Rosalie was laughing hysterically.

"Nice one, babe." Rose said between laughs. Alice let out a sigh, and climbed out of the car, pulling Jasper behind her.

"Yeah, real nice," Alice huffed. Jasper started laughing along with Rose.

"Thanks, Bella. I was starting to loose blood flow in my lips," Jasper said, nudging Alice's shoulder.

"Oh, I see how it is," Alice retorted, and started stalking towards the house.

"She's a drama queen," I said to Jasper in a whisper, as I grabbed my bag from the floorboard.

"Tell me about it," he joked back. We followed Alice into the house, and I ran up the stairs to Rosalie's room not acknowledging anyone in the process, hoping to change out of this dress and feet-killing heels, before someone caught me. Once inside her room, I threw my bag onto the bed, and unzipped it quickly. I tossed the heels off, wincing in pain as I let my toes stretch out, and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I dressed quickly into my outfit, and put my comfy worn in shoes on my swollen feet. I took the dozens of bobby-pins out of my hair, and washed my face in Rosalie's bathroom, only reapplying some mascara. My hair fell to the middle of my back, still in perfect curls, as I pulled it up into a ponytail. I didn't dare brush through it, because it would no doubt break the hairbrush from all the hairspray that Alice had plastered my scalp with. I looked in the mirror, and felt at ease.

"Much better," I said in a whisper to myself. I walked back into the bedroom, and picked up my dress. I reached for a hangar in Rose's closet, and slipped it through the black fabric. I glanced out the window next to me, as I shoved the dress into the already-full-of-clothes, closet. The backyard was illuminated in white Christmas lights, and at least a fifteen people were all out there chatting aimlessly. It didn't take me long to notice that I didn't recognize any of them. In fact, they all looked a couple years older than me. Most of them looked drunk already, while the rest were well on their way. I turned my head to look away, but did a double take, when someone caught my eye. There he stood; tall, lean, and with a head full of auburn colored hair. He wore jeans, a gray crew neck t-shirt, and was holding a glass of liquor in his hand. He was talking with some other guy who was plastered, and looked positively bored. My heart rate picked up when I got a full view of his face. He was beautiful, and perfect. He had stubble lining his jaw, and I wanted desperately to see his eye colour. My neck felt sweaty, and my hands were clenched. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Bella? You in here?" Rose's voice made me jump, and it hurt to look away from the boy in the backyard.

"Shit, Rose," I breathed out, clutching my chest.

"Sorry! Hey, what the fuck? You said you wouldn't change clothes!" She said angrily.

"Sorry, babe, but I couldn't take it anymore."

"Ugh, whatever. I was actually coming up to change, too," she said giggling.

"You suck," I said teasingly.

"You okay? You look flustered."

Yeah, I, uh, come here," She came and stood next to me as I pointed out the window to the bored boy, I was drooling over moments before. "Who's that?" Rose narrowed her eyes.
"Hmm, I don't know. Let's go find out!" I yanked her arm back, and gave her an evil look. "Okay, jeez. He's pretty hot though. I bet he came with one of Emmett's college friends." I nodded my head, and continued to stare at him. He had moved over to watch the game of Beer Pong. Rose started to changed her clothes, singing to herself.

"Come on, let's go get a drink. I'll have Emmett introduce you." I tore my eyes from the window, and saw that she had changed into some jean booty shorts, and a halter top.

"No, that's alright. I'm fine with just looking right now," I said quietly.

"Fine, I'll let you be, but if you don't grow a pair within the next hour, I'll do it for you" She replied sternly. I believed her. We descended the stairs back to the kitchen, and I grabbed an Apple Smirnoff from the cooler and handed a beer to Rose. The party had really picked up, with people dancing, and yelling all over the place.

"Where's Alice?" I asked over the noise. I'd no doubt be super hoarse in the morning.

"Uh, she said that her and Jasper were going to join the Beer Pong game. Jasper and Emmett seem to think that they're is some sort of King at that game." We laughed and I couldn't help but look over to the kitchen window, longing to be outside. Rosalie surely noticed when I heard her sigh.

"Come on, lover eyes, let's go outside." My heart lifted, and I took a big swig of my drink. She took my hand and led the way through the back door. I giggled to myself when I noticed how different the music was from inside to out here. The night air was peaceful as I was met with Beyonce's voice yet again. I started to bob my head at Jay-Z and Beyonce's lyrics.

J- All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend

B- Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

I couldn't contain my eyes anymore when they began their search for the one that already had my heart in shambles. Rose kept a tight hold on my hand, as she pulled me over to the Beer Pong table. Jasper and Emmett were on either end, playing against each other furiously. The crowd of people cheering on their respective choice in their player. Alice stood close to Jasper, clapping her hands, and swearing at Emmett to distract him. Emmett, being the big kid that he is, held his own, and wasn't afraid to call her out on that game.

"Come on you, big douche! You know you suck!" She called out.

"Bitch, I'll show you who sucks!" Emmett yelled back. Rose dragged me to stand next to Emmett, to assume her place as the 'bitch talker' for his team.

"Alice, we are going to tear you guys apart!" Rose said, joining in easily.

"Bring it, Blondie!" Alice said smiling. I stood off to the side, laughing at their joyous antics. I spotted the boy I was looking for, walk over to the drink table, and begin to fill his cup with more vodka. I started to breathe heavily as my mind fought back and forth against itself. Stay here? Go talk to him. No, stay. No! Don't be a little bitch! And with that, I found my feet moving in his direction. If I was strong enough, I would have shattered the thick glass bottle of Smirnoff in my hands, because of how hard I was gripping it. I chugged the rest of the drink, and tossed it into the trash can, as I passed it. Hey, at least if I choked up, I would have a reason for going over to the drink table. I slowed my stride, took a deep breath, smoothed my hair, and smiled. My core felt an instant pull to him as I neared his tall body. He was pouring some kind of juice into his glass, and swishing it around. I stood next to him, and stopped breathing. I was frozen, and forced my arms to move, but they refused. My mind started to freak out. Shit! You should have stayed! What the fuck, now? Suddenly, the angel next to me, saved me from my thoughts.

"Can I get you a drink?" His voice was velvet, and as I turned to look at him, I let out a small gasp. His smile was sincere, and his eyes were the color of honey. They were so vibrant and warm, it had me wondering if he was wearing colored contacts. Suddenly, his hand waved in front of my face to get my attention, and I caught his scent. Musky, and sweet. How was I ever going to be able to speak?

"Um, yeah," was all I could come up with. I locked eyes with him, and felt the tension leave my body.

"What are you having?" He said sweetly. I had to think quick, because honestly, I didn't know. I hated beer, and there were no Smirnoff's out here.

"Whatever you're having," I said evenly.

"Vodka and Pineapple juice, it is." He turned to start my beverage, and I had to force my eyes away from him. I looked down at his long hands, moving in sync with the bottle of Absolut. He twisted the bottle in his hand, and then threw it in the air, and caught it effortlessly. I raised my eyebrows as he looked over to me, and laughed. Oh, God, his laugh. Snap out of it, Bella!

"Wow, where did you learn that?" He took the bottle and threw it even higher in the air this time, as it twisted beautifully. He caught it again perfectly, and I couldn't hold back my smile.

"I'm a part time bartender." His voice was proud, and he was so sexy. How was it that he was even speaking to me? Here I stood, plane as Jane, and he was like some Greek God in all his glory. A bartender? That means he is at least 21. A 21 year old, and me at 18? Yeah, right. I realized that I needed to relish in him as much as I could, before he no doubt, left me in his golden dust.

"That's really neat," I said quietly. Neat?

"Thanks. I've gotten a lot better. Trust me, it took a long time." He laughed again, and I felt myself sigh. I could imagine my eyes as big as flying saucers. I collected myself before I spoke again. He started to pour the pineapple juice into the vodka, and swished my glass in a circular motion before handing it to me, our hands almost touching.

"Thank you."

"No, problem," He said smiling. We met eyes again, and I smiled back. I took a sip of the mixed drink, and it was heaven. It was mixed perfectly.

"This is delicious!" I said, almost too loudly. He laughed at me kindly.

"I'm glad you like it. It's my favorite." I nodded my head at him, and took a bigger sip. I felt the vodka course through me, making me warm all over. I desperately wanted to be drunk. Not smashed, but drunk enough to calm my nerves. He leaned against the table, and looked back to the Beer Pong game.

"They're really going at it," He said motioning to my friends, cursing at each other.

"Oh, yeah. You should see them in about 45 minutes, when the profanity is slurred." I leaned against the table next to him, taking another sip of my drink. He laughed a loud laugh at the thought and took a sip of his, as well. I caught eyes with Rose and winked at her. She smiled from ear to ear, and started to thrust her pelvis in the air. She was already drunk. Unfortunately, the guy next to me noticed her ignorance.

"Is that your friend?"

"My best friend unfortunately, at the moment," I replied shyly.

We laughed together and it was such a beautiful sound. I tried to think of something to say, so that I could spend some more time with him.

"Are you from here?" he asked, while still looking over to my friends.

"Yes. Born and raised," I said in a dull voice.

"I'm jealous," he said quietly. That had me curious.

"Jealous?"

"Sure. Grow up in the same town all your life? Always knowing who is who, and having the same friends you do now, as you did in kindergarten," his voice trailed off. When he put it that way, I guess it wasn't so bad.

"Yeah, it is nice, I guess. I'm assuming you moved around, a lot?"

"My dad is a doctor in the Marines, so I've never spent more than a year in one place before. It's funny, because growing up, I always swore that as soon as I was old enough, I'd find somewhere and stay put for a long ass time, yet I get antsy when I'm in one place for too long." He was letting all of this flow out of him like he had kept it held in all his life. I welcomed it, because I wanted to know anything, and everything I could about him.

"That's not so bad. Look at it this way, I've never left the state of Washington before." He looked over to me, and raised his eyebrows.

"Seriously?" he was shocked. Who could blame him?

"Yes, seriously. So, for me, I can't wait to get out of here." I took a big swig of my drink, feeling myself loosen up even more. Finally. I was thanking Rosalie for offering such big glasses for drinks to be in.

"Damn, if I were you, I'd feel the same way." We laughed again, and saw that the Beer Pong game had ended in a tie with Jasper and Emmett bumping chests. People started to move around, and Rose went over to the iPod to change the music. Instantly couples grouped together and began to dance to Lady Gaga. I turned to face the beautiful creature next to me.

"I'm Bella." I extended my hand, and he took it. It was chilly, and felt amazing against my hot. I couldn't help but notice our hands were a perfect fit.

"I'm Edward." Edward. Perfect. We released our grasp, and smiled. "Well, Bella, would you like to dance?"

"Really?" I asked in shock.

"I work at a bar, remember? I'm used to it. Plus, this is my third cup, and I want to move," he said moving with the music. I laughed, and nodded my head. I finished off my tall glass before we set our drinks down, and I followed him into the crowd of moving bodies. Gaga ended and Basshunter came on loudly, causing my body to move with it's beat. I pulled my hair down from it's ponytail as Edward turned to face me, and put his hands on my waste. My heart shot through the sky, and I started to move my hips. I let everything slip away and allowed the alcohol to take it's effect. I twisted my body around to wear my backside lined with his crotch. Another perfect fit. He kept his hands on my hips as we moved together with ease. The music filled the air around us and I couldn't help but let my heart race with the lyrics.

All I ever wanted was to see you smiling

All I ever wanted was to make you mine

I know that I love you

Oh, baby why don't you see

That all I ever wanted was you and me

I was living in a dream that I never wanted to wake from. I never wanted his hands to leave my body. I turned back around to face him, our faces close, our breathing hard, and I threw my arms around his neck. The song changed to Cascada, and I swear it was a playlist created for Edward and I, because of how perfect it was. I could smell his pineapple breath that I'm sure matched mine, and before I knew what was happening, he leaned down and kissed me. My heart burst open with the connection, and the kiss turned from sweet to passionate quickly. Still managing to move with the music, our tongues met for the first time, tasting so sweet. I knew he heard the lyrics as I did, because he pulled me tighter to his body.

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static

And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky

Can't you feel my heart beat so,

I can't let you go,

I want you in my life

I ran my hands up his back, until they mingled with his soft hair. It was if nothing was around us. Night had fallen, and if you looked out, you'd only be met with darkness. The Christmas lights dully illuminated the small space around us, as our kisses got deeper with the time that passed. I suddenly felt myself give in. I wanted him, and I didn't care about anything else. I started to pull away from him, and could see the hurt in his eyes. Instead of speaking, I grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the house with me. I marched up the stairs, maneuvering through people as quickly as I could. I felt drunk, but I wasn't my usual silly drunken self, and for that, I was grateful. I went for one of the spare bedrooms, and locked the door behind us. I pulled him towards me as hard as I could, and smashed my lips back to his, like he was my air support. He met my kiss with his own need, and started slowly walking us towards the bed. His hands were running up and down my back quickly and it was electrifying. I let my own hands drift beneath his shirt, and started to pull it off of him. He pulled away from our kiss, and pulled the shirt over his head and threw it to the ground beofre pulling my face back to his. I kicked off my shoes, and reluctantly pulled away from his mouth, to take my own shirt off. We fell onto the bed, and he wrapped his arm around me, scooting us both up to the pillows. I laid back and felt my body ease under his, loosing myself in his kiss. I ran my hands over his beautiful bare chest, and he pulled away, looking down at me with a smile.

"It's too quiet in here," he said.

"Lucky for you," I began, as I reached over to the nightstand, "Rosalie is so rich, she has iPods and iHomes in each room." I fiddled with the device, and set it to shuffle. Like outside, the most perfect song started to fill the silent room. I giggled to myself.

"How odd..." Edward said laughing now as well.

"You have no idea," I started to say, but his mouth was back on mine. I reached beneath myself to my bra, and unclasped it without a second thought. I'd always been embarrassed of my small B sized chest, but like everything else that had faded away, that went along with it, and I let it gladly. At least I made up for it in my ass. Breaking away from him to pull the black bra completely off, I felt his eyes on me.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, staring at my bare chest with caring eyes. I tried to picture what he saw. My dark hair sprayed across the pillow, and my pale skin creamy in the dark light. I wanted to cry at his beauty, and here he was feeling the same way about me. Impossible. I pulled him towards me in a hug, and reached for the button on his jeans. I let my hand trace along his waste band, and felt his breathing quicken against my neck. He reached for the button on his pants, and quickly undid it, sliding his jeans off. His boxers felt soft against my touch. I was surprised at how well I was doing. I'd never seen a penis in person before, and here I was about to touch one. Instead, I reached for the button on my jeans and took them off slowly. He raised his body allowing me to take them off, revealing my black underwear. I suddenly found myself wishing that I owned underwear like Rosalie. I reached for his boxers again, and pulled them down his body, revealing the most intimate and private part of him. He kicked the boxers off his feet and onto the floor, and put his full weight on top of me. I held him close for what felt like the thousandth time. I felt like I was twenty years in the future with him. I moved my hands down his back and pulled him tighter against me. I felt his hard meet my aroused area, and gasped. He pulled back and smiled, only the light from the moon outside illuminating his perfect face. He reached for my underwear, and started to slide them off. I raised up, giving him allowance, and when they were off, he positioned himself just right for a perfect entrance. It was happening, and I was allowing it. My mind felt far away from me, and I couldn't grasp it. I decided to let myself take him in, and feel his touch. He looked at me with a worried expression.

"Are you alright?" he was so sweet. If he didn't know I was a virgin now, he was about to find out.

"I've honestly never been better," I replied, and I pulled his pelvis down to mine, thrusting him inside of me. We both let out a gasp. Mine was a gasp of pain as I felt all my muscles contract. He groaned on top of me and started to slowly move himself in and out. I dug my nails into his back, and closed my eyes tightly. I tried with everything I had to loosen myself, so I opened my legs wider, and after a few times of in and out moving, it got better. I pulled his head from my neck, and kissed him with everything I had. Our tongues were on fire, igniting the other, and it began to feel good. He quickened his pace, with no sound but the soft music of Gorilla Zoe, and out breathing. I tried to reach for my mind, only to find that it had completely left me.

I think I'm losing it

I might be losing it

I think I'm losing my mind

Am I losing my mind?

I'm so confused, I don't know what to do

And I need a clue before I run out of time

Am I losing it?

I felt tears find my eyes because our intimacy was too much for me to bare. I tried as hard as I could to suppress them, but the realization of everything was coming down on me like a ton of bricks. I pulled him tighter to my chest as I started to feel the ecstasy of his movements.

"Edward," I breathed out heavily.

"Bella," he said back, thrusting harder, and then, I felt all control lost. I arched my back as I felt the most intense pleasure of my life. It was like perfect clock work as Edward came with me. My body radiated against his, and it was like time stood still. I let out a small cry, and buried my head into his neck, as he fell on top of me. We lay there still for what seemed like forever, before he moved off of me, and fear came into my lost mind. Was he going to leave? Of course he is. A tear escaped my eye without my knowledge as he reached up to my cheek, and swept it away. He positioned himself next to me and pulled me to his chest. He was staying. I let my tears fall silently, as he held me close to his heart. His central organ beating in time with mine, I couldn't help but try and reach for mind again. I grasped nothing, and decided to give up. I surrendered to his hold, and we fell asleep together. Just like that, nothing would ever be the same. I would never be the same.

Hold me close, don't let go

Change of heart happens instantly,

Though it won't always show

I'm lost on my course

Come on, use all your force

Give in to the light

Keep my heart beating just right

WOO! What do you think? I really love to add music to my stories, because when you think about it; there is a song for any and every emotion that you may be feeling. The songs in this chapter are:

All I Ever Wanted-Basshunter

Everytime We Touch-Cascada

Lost-Gorilla Zoe Ft. Lil' Wayne

Bonnie and Clyde-Jay Z Ft. Beyonce

And the words at the very end are a poem that I have written specifically for this story. I do that a lot when you come across words/lyrics you may not recognize.

Leave me your thoughts!

-S