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Bella's Point Of View:

Everyone finally let me go. They all started to ask questions about when I got back, how I changed, and wanted to know about my parents. They felt sorry for even bringing it up. I told them it wasn't a big deal. But deep down it was, just a little. Anyway…I asked Edward who was sitting on the white couch and watching TV if I could talk to him privately. Of course he said yes. He led us to his room; it was at the way back of the glass house. We finally got to his room he opened the door and let me go in first like a gentleman.

I went to his bed, and sat on the edge while he closed the door. He sat next to me and waited for me to speak. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. How could I tell him that I'm really emo? That I cut myself to relieve my pain and stress. No, I have to tell him. I thought to myself. I tried again but I ended up saying,

"Edward, I love you."

His eyes widened just a bit. I covered my mouth with both of my hands. How could I have blurted that out? Shit, now what am I going to do. I thought to myself. I lost my train of thought when Edward grabbed my face and crashed his lips to mine. They were sweet and soft. I really missed this. As a habit I put my hands in his tousled up bronze hair. I pulled him closer to me. Our kissed started to deepen, Edward licked my lips so he could enter his tongue inside my mouth. In the middle of all that French kissing Edward and I were pulling each other's shirts off. He was half naked while I still had a tank on. We had to break our kiss, our breathing was rough. Edward started to kiss my neck. He stopped all of a sudden. Then I whispered

"What's wrong?"

"This." He answered

He pulled my hair to the side. And exposed my black crescent moon tattoo. I let him go and then said,

"Yeah, um , I was going to tell you about that."

"When?" He asked with a smile

"Eventually." I answered

"When did you get it." He asked

"You mean when did I get them." I said

He looked at me with a confused look on his face. I brought up my left wrist and showed him the little black star tattoo. Then it all finally made sense.

"My foster mom has a cousin who is a tattoo artist. He gave these tattoos as a birthday gift."

"Whoa, what a rebel." He said jokingly

I playfully smack him on his arm. He laughed, I couldn't help but laugh too. When we calmed down. He turned around and showed me his back. He had somewhat bat wings. It was pretty cool.

"When did you get yours?" I asked

"Last year." He answered

"Nice." I said

"Hurt like a bitch for awhile." He said

"Sure does."

We smiled at each other. But all of a sudden Emmett bursted in the room.

"Ahhhh, my eyes!" He yelled

"Really Em, really?" I asked

"Hell yeah!" He answered

Edward rolled his eyes and went to his closet and grabbed a black sweatshirt. He put it on and sat on his black leather couch. I put my shirt back on. Emmett leaned against the white wall. He broke the silence and started talking to Edward. I got off Edward's bed and then asked

"Bathroom?"

He pointed to the end of the room. I walked over there and closed the door behind me. I ran the cool water I put my hands under the water then I splashed my face. I grabbed 1 of the towels and wiped my face dry. I stared at the mirror. Things between Edward and I were now undefined. I didn't know what to do now. What have I gotten myself into now? I thought to myself.

(Go to my profile to see the tattoo's Bella and Edward have.)

~Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. School takes a lot of my time. And I've been really tired lately. Anyway here's another chapter. I'll update again soon.~

-Color-Eye1221