A/N:

A little fluff for you guys. I know how you like the fluff :) though the language in here is pretty rife (as it will be throughout). Sorry if that isn't to your taste... it's just how this Bella rolls.

Now, enough of my rambling. I'm going to let her tell you the story...

Psst, just to add, I own none of these characters. Stephenie Meyer does. But leave me reviews anyhow :) (please)

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Chapter Three

Bella POV

Need a ride, huh? There was so much I could answer him with, but my tongue was fucking stuck. It was so embarrassing. I'd never had any problems talking to guys before... they were all just walking hard-ons anyhow. But now, it was as if I was broken. Something wrong with my bloody mind.

"Miss?" He was speaking again. I had to unfreeze myself soon so he didn't think I was some nutcase or something.

"Depends which way you're headed." I tried to come across coy, but I was sure I looked retarded. I was such a fucking loser.

"I'm pretty flexible..." he grinned.

"Nice to know," I said as my mind screamed 'I bet you fucking are'.

"So, did you want a ride or not?"

"Sure, why not." I headed to the passenger door at the same time as him. He leaned forward and held the door open for me. I thought no one fucking did that any more. Not that it wasn't nice...

The door was closed quietly behind me, and I heard him slide into his own seat a moment later. Stealthy bastard. Two could play at that game. As discreetly as I could manage, I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. Damn, he was even prettier up close. This car ride was going to be a fucking test of wills... I vowed to myself that I could not sleep with a guy I didn't know. Could I?

I shook those thoughts from my head as I focused my gaze on the road. But, before long, the road no longer held any interest for me. I had to look at him.

His long, pale fingers were wrapped delicately around the steering wheel. I couldn't help but imagine him holding onto me that gently. Those gorgeous fingers softly tracing the lines of my body... But that was ridiculous. Why was I getting so fucking worked up about his goddamned fingers?

Suddenly, his head turned to me. He caught me looking. Crap. I couldn't bullshit my way out of this one. My staring had been too freaking obvious for any chance of escape. I looked up to his face from under my lashes, more sheepish than seductive.

Then he grinned. He fucking grinned. This wide, beautiful, crooked smile erupted onto his face and made me almost come in my jeans. Christ. That was one powerful smile.

The smile I returned was sloppy, nothing compared to his, though he still smiled wider at my attempt. This was worse than junior high, these stupid fucking butterflies in my stomach making me get all nervous and excited. No guy had ever had this effect on me.

"So, I've never seen you around before..." That was my voice. Crap. Why did I allow myself to speak? Stupid, disobedient brain.

"I've not seen you either... and I would remember..." Was he flirting with me? God, I wouldn't be able to stand it if he were flirting with me. A smile escaped past my self control and onto my face. This was getting beyond pathetic.

"Who are you then?" Which was a question I probably should have asked before I had gotten into the car of a complete stranger. Though I couldn't bring myself to care about the little details at that moment in time.

"Edward, my name is Edward." He looked over at me and flashed another orgasmic smile. "I've just moved in with my aunt and uncle... you might know my cousin, Mike Newton?"

"That dickhead is your cousin?" The insult popped out from behind my filter for appropriate language. That fucking thing seemed broken, I couldn't control what I was saying anymore.

"Yeah," he laughed. Not seeming offended at all. "He is pretty much, as you say, a dickhead. But, you can't change family can you?"

I laughed with him, feeling as if I should apologize, but not quite being able to muster any sorry emotions for what I had said. Mike Newton was a dickhead, and the local pot dealer to boot. Though even his parents knew that.

I tried to remember back to all those pointless, weed-fueled conversations with Mike; to remember if he had ever said anything about a gorgeous cousin. But nothing sprang to mind. Those days spent with Mike mostly consisted of avoiding his wandering hands and telling him he was a tool, which was and still is completely true.

"Why did you move to Forks then? Couldn't you escape?"

"Well," he gave a half laugh at my comment and looked away from me. "I really didn't have anywhere else to go. I'm not old enough to be by myself, and I needed somewhere to finish high school. I guessed here was as good as anywhere else, though I don't have family in any other place. That kind of influenced my decision."

"What do you mean? Did your parents ship you away?" I almost said too, but didn't let it slip. I didn't want to give too much of myself away. I wanted to know as much about Edward as I could without tarnishing it with my own pointless life story.

"My parents died." He said, rather matter-of-factly. Only stopping to sigh a brief sigh. Even that sound fucking broke my heart. I wished I'd never asked. "So, where am I taking you?"

I noticed his attempt at a subtle conversation change and went with it, it was the least I could do after dredging up painful memories. Right then, I felt even more of a bitch than I had when I had ditched Jacob. What the fuck was wrong with me?

"I can just walk from Newton's place... it's not that far."

"So, you live nearby?" Edward cast a sideways glance in my direction, when he caught me looking back he flashed another smile.

"You could say that." I still didn't want to tarnish my memory of him by talking about myself. "Anyway," I was curious to know, and didn't have much time left. "How come I've never seen you around if you're Newton's cousin?"

"My mom was Mike's father's sister." He sighed. "We only ever came to visit for Thanksgiving."

"That explains it then," I grinned at him. "I was only forced here for two weeks every summer."

"Shame, isn't it. How our paths never crossed. At least we can be thankful for now..." he winked. Fuck me. He winked! I resisted the urge to squeal.

That was when the car came to a stop. Fucking typical. Always at the worst possible moment my luck tends to run out, shame today couldn't be the bloody exception. We were outside Newton's Sports Store.

"I'd better be off then..." he sighed another sigh that made me want to hug him and never let go, as he turned off the ignition.

"Yeah..." I trailed off as I got out of the car unaided.

"Will I see you around?" His head suddenly spun in my direction. "I work here some days, and I go to Forks High." It was as if he was trying to give me an incentive. Not that I needed one. Blind bastard, couldn't he see that I desperately wanted us to meet again?

"I fucking hope I'll see you soon..." I slammed the car door and started walking briskly out of the Newton's parking lot. Not daring a glance back in case I never fucking left.