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"Bella!" Alice came half running back on her enormous heels and put a drink at the table.

"You wouldn't believe how busy it is at the bar! How was it? Did my brother sing good or what? That Jasper guy is CUTE! I mean I was thinking of setting you up with him but I'm tempted to take him for myself…" Alice continued to rattle on, and I tried to nod in the right places. Alice was easy to be with when she was on a talking spree, not much could distract her. While she chattered, the band started up on another song and again I was lost in my trance like state, not being able to stop looking at Edward.

The rest of the evening continued in this manner; Alice bought me drinks, I nodded while staring at Edward, and the band played until the end of the set. It was half 11 by the time they were finished. I tried my best to clap at the end but I still wasn't quite with it.

"Oh Bella, let's go back stage! I can go meet Jasper!" I froze. I didn't want to go backstage. What if he'd notice me staring at him? He must think I'm a weirdo.

"How exactly are we going to get there? We don't have a pass or anything." Trying to think of excuses wasn't my best skill.

"Bella. One, it's a pub. Two, I'm Edwards sister; I can go wherever he goes. So let's GO before some tart tries to steal Jasper!" I sighed in resignation, and got pulled along to the back of the stage area. When we got there, Alice knocked on the door and the massive guy Jacob answered. He was actually pretty cute, and the muscles you just couldn't ignore, but he had nothing on Edward.

"Hey guys! You're Edward's sister aren't you? And, uh, who's this?" Jacob looked at me, a blush creeping across his face as he looked me up and down. Well that is unexpected.

"This is Bella, my best friend. She's just finished her teacher training so we came here to celebrate! Can we come in? I haven't met the band before!" Without warning she pulled me into the room, underneath Jacob's arm and made a beeline for Jasper, letting me go in the middle of the room. Brilliant, abandoned. Jacob looked thoroughly confused as he watched us go into the room.

"Sure, just head on in." He looked at me again, shook his head then went out the way we came. Huh, weird.

I was just attempting to pull my skirt down a little bit when I felt someone behind me. I spun round, tripping on my own foot and fell flat on my face. Well I would've done if someone hadn't caught me. I looked up to see the most beautiful face looking down on me, a crooked grin plastered across his face, but his dark eyes smouldering into mine. He put me upright, his hand lingering on my waist where he caught me.

"So you must be the famous Bella?" His voice sounded just as good talking as when he was singing.

"Uh famous? Why's that?" It was all I could manage.

"Well we've never met, but Alice goes on about you all the time. It's a shame you've never been round before." He looked at me with those smouldering eyes, but with a little frown on his face. Maybe he was confused?

"Oh right. Yeah well I've been working really hard at the moment, I've just finished my teacher training." I couldn't help but smile. I had worked damn hard for that.

"Ah, congratulations then! I'm just a measly student, trying to earn money by playing music." His mouth pulled up at the side – that crooked grin again. But I was distracted by the thought of student. He must be at university then, he looked old enough to be in third year so that would make him 21 minimum. Last time I looked, 21 was very legal. Ugh, but he looked so good, he probably had some hot, younger girlfriend. He seemed to notice my face turn down, and he looked at me hard.

"Say, d'you want a drink? I've got a bottle of vodka that Jacob bought, but he's gone so we might as well finish it. Besides, I need to wind down after the gig." He flashed me a grin and I nearly melted on the spot. He seemed pretty confident in himself. Huh, that makes one of us. I glanced over at Alice and she was flirting away at Jasper, and I noticed Mike wasn't there so I decided, why not?

"Sure." I smiled back at him, trying not to think I could be 6 years older than him and that this was a bad idea. He took my hand (I nearly had a heart attack) and pulled me out into the corridor and through to a separate room full of speakers, bags and trunks. He pulled three speakers into a set of chairs and table, brought the vodka from another bag and a couple of glasses and poured us a shot each. I took a seat on the left speaker tentatively – I didn't want to flash my pants at him, and he took the right one. I noticed that he downed his drink instantly and poured another one, so I followed suit and downed mine. He grinned at me again and filled mine up.

"So, what kind of teaching are you going to do? Science, maths?" He downed another shot of vodka, and poured another one. Jeez, he was eager for a drink. I laughed at his suggestion.

"Maths? Really? No way, I'm going to teach English." I drank my vodka and he filled it up again.

"I didn't mean to offend, but English is cool. You into modern stuff or…?"

"Not really. I like the classics. Like Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, that kind of thing."

"Ah just checking. The classics are the best, even if a bit mushy."

And the conversation carried on like that for a while, not to mention full of downing and refilling shots. It felt like I'd only been there a couple of minutes but the clock on the wall showing half 12 meant otherwise. I had done a lot of talking, he was asking loads of questions and for once in my life, someone actually seemed genuinely interested. So not only did he look great and sing great, he also had a personality. Just a shame about being only 21. I tried to shift the conversation to him, but I was finding my mind becoming fuzzy with drink, as well as waves of an unknown urge as I watched him take off his shirt. To be fair it was really warm in this room, I was breaking out in a sweat.

"So what kind of stuff do you like?" I interrupted his millionth question, and shifted to try and make myself more comfortable. My skirt was riding up, and I couldn't help but notice him glancing down at my legs. He looked up at me and his eyes were dark. Really dark. I wasn't sure why, but he shook his head as if to clear it and answered.

"Well, that's a pretty broad question. Define stuff." He gave me that crooked grin again and I flustered for an answer. I shifted in my seat (quick glance down from Edward), and thought frantically.

"Um, what's your favourite colour? Favourite book? Any girlfriend?" I didn't mean to slip that one in but I was getting pretty drunk. He laughed a bit and looked skyward as if in deep thought.

"Well, colour is green. Book, too difficult to call. And girlfriend…" He looked back at me with those dark eyes. "Zilch." I couldn't help the little sigh of relief that escaped my lips. I couldn't decide whether it was how tired, drunk or hot I was, I was feeling more confident than usual. So I asked,

"No girlfriend then. But what's your type?" He looked at me carefully, calculating his answer it seemed.

"Brunette, pale, mid-twenties, green eyes, that sort of thing." He was really looking at me now, just like when he was singing. It took me longer than it should have to clock he was describing me. I should have been flattered but I panicked. Alice always tells me off for doing this, but as soon as I notice a guy taking interest in me, I bolt. And this demi-god was not only very attractive, but he was only 21 and probably drunk. I quickly decided that waking up in the morning next to him (although that would be incredible on so many levels), but with him looking at me thinking 'Crap, how drunk did I get last night?', was not something I could go through with. So I quickly got up, mumbled something and started to wobble to the door.

"Wait! Stop!" Before I even got to the door, his hand wrapped around my arm and he spun me round. I inevitably stumbled backward and my back slammed into the wall behind me. As I fell I pulled Edward with me and he fell onto me against the wall.

Well this suddenly got interesting.

His whole body was pressed against mine, and there was no sign that he would move. I couldn't help it but I suddenly had an incredible urge to touch him. I could feel the hard planes of his body against mine, his breath tickled my hair (him being 6"2 and me 5"6 left a considerable gap), and his free arm resting on the wall was tense and I could see the muscles and tendons sticking out. I wanted to touch him. So bad. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head.

"I…I…Edward I'm so…" I was stuttering, so I looked down and opened my eyes. That was a mistake. His white t-shirt had ridden up and I could see his hip and half of the V that led down to his jeans, as well as a bit of his snail trail and maybe one of the six pack I imagined he had. I genuinely had never wanted someone so much before. I looked back up at him, and he was staring down at me with his dark eyes. He looked like he was trying to make a decision, he was frowning and breathing deeply. Then I saw one side of his perfect mouth twitch up slightly.

"Ah, what the heck." He breathed in a husky voice. Then he put his hand behind my neck and kissed me.

Well kissing would be lying. It was like sex with mouths. At first he was relatively gentle, but as soon as he began to move his mouth, my body reacted and my arms went round his neck and pulled him closer. He took this as a positive sign and moved his other arm round my waist and pulled me closer to him. I could feel everything. Our kissed deepened, and his tongue licked my lips, almost asking for entrance. I opened my mouth eagerly and then our tongues were moving together and I couldn't help a little moan escaping. I must have been completely mashed.

He responded to my moan by pushing me harder against the wall, again eliciting another moan from my lips. His hand that was at my neck slid down my arm, grazing my breast, down my waist and to my thigh. He then put his hand underneath and hitched my leg to his hip, causing my legs to move apart and him to push closer against me. This time we both moaned.

I could barely breathe, but somehow we kept kissing and I kept moaning a little bit. My hands were suddenly in his hair, trying to bring his face closer. Then the next minute I moved them down onto his broad, muscly shoulders, down onto his pecs, down his abs and then under his top. We both groaned even more. At the time I couldn't think of anything but him, the taste of him, the feel of his body. But in hindsight, I don't think I would have stopped myself, we could have had sex right there and then and it would never have crossed my mind. But fortunately (or unfortunately as I felt at the time) Alice's shrill voice broke the intense bubble we had created around ourselves.

"Bella! Where are you? Have you seen Edward anywhere? We need to get back!" Both Edward and I froze, suddenly realising how bad this would look if Alice came in. He quickly detangled himself from me and moved to sit on a speaker. I, much more slowly, readjusted my skirt, quickly sorted my hair out and moved towards the other speaker when Alice burst in.

"There you are! I was wondering where you two went! Hey, Edward! You better not have been drinking that vodka, you know Mum doesn't like it when we drink too much." Alice bustled in, and gave us both a hard look. I must have looked like a beetroot, I definitely felt like one. It looked like she was deciding something, then almost a second later dismissed it with a shake of her head then spoke to me.

"So much for you not drinking too much Bella! You've nearly had a whole bottle of vodka!" She looked over towards the bottle and then to Edward.

"Edward, I've got to drive Bella back first then I'll come pick you up in a bit 'kay? I don't think she's in driving condition. And open a door in here, it's hot!" She quickly grabbed my hand and towed me back through the pub, out into the car park and towards her car. I glanced at Edward before I left and his eyes were still incredibly dark, but he seemed sad, almost deflated. I tried not to think about him; my head was getting clearer and I was realising how far I would've gone and how much crap I'd be in with Alice afterwards. When we finally got in, she turned to me a stern look on her face.

"You weren't getting cosy with my brother were you? I mean…" I cut her off before she could finish.

"No Alice of course not, he's your brother." Somehow I could speak properly now. "We were just talking and drinking," She gave me a hard look. "You know I was drinking lots, hence the red face!" I babbled on a bit more until her frown cleared up a bit. She faced towards the road and turned the engine on.

"It's a bit weird though Bella, Edward doesn't usually talk to women. He usually just has short-lived girlfriends, who he snogs then dumps!" She laughed, and I tried to laugh too. Brilliant, he's hot, sings, intelligent and a man whore. Oh and 21.

Nice one Bella.

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