This chapter is also written in Bella's pov, as well as the last one and doesn't alternate like all the previous ones. Purely because I completely forgot, started writing it in her pov and I'm far too fucking lazy to change it.

Also, I really lost myself near the end, I kinda babble BUT BICYCLE, IF YOU'RE READIN THIS, YOU SHOULD READ THE END 'KAY? XX

Enjoy, Beth xxx

"Pass the malted moo's."

"Fucking no."

"Please? I can't move."

"Bollocks. You can move fine."

"... Okay fine, but pass them to meeee."

"No."

"Why? I want them. And you ate all the fucking oreo's."

"I'm not passing you them because that's not their fucking name. Have a garibaldi."

"I don't want a fucking garibaldi. They're nasty."

"Are they fucksplash. They're fucking A."

"Pass the malted moo's!"

"They're called fucking malted milks I mean Jesus is it so difficult to call them by their name? If you started calling me Primrose I think I'd have to shoot you."

"Jesus woman calm down, my mother was a free spirit, I was called 'small-ish thing' till I was thirteen."

"You're still a small-ish thing."

"If I were a male I'd be extremely insulted."

"If you were a male you wouldn't be my girlfriend."

"Probably because I'd be a male."

We giggled for a minute.

We were lying upside down on the sofa in my living room trying to determine if Disney is still as affective if watched upside down.

Results; inconclusive.

Affect on us; ludicrous.

"Seriously though. Pass them."

"Oh my God you're so lazy." Rose huffed and stretched out to the coffee table and grabbed the biscuits. "I hope you choke on them."

"Ah, but if I choke on them," I popped on in my mouth and chewed "Then you would never again enjoy the fruits of... erm..."

"Your cat?"

"Oui! Thine cat."

I nodded and popped another biscuit in my mouth. She stared across the space at me with her mouth slightly agape and a 'what the fuck' face.

"You're absolutely bonkers, do you know that?"

"Babe I'm not being funny but if I was a boring fuck like Paul from the Rez I don't think you'd be shagging me."

"Babe I'm not being funny but if you were Paul from the Rez I wouldn't be shagging you because you would be Paul from the Rez."

"Is it because I would be a male?"

"I think it is, honey."

We stayed in all day watching shitty movies and pigging out. We haven't had a let's-cuddle-on-the-sofa-like-those-sickly-sweet-couples day yet, and it was a long time coming. Probably the best day of my life.

.

I was pushed against the wall again with Rose's tongue deep in my mouth and her hands pulling at the zip of my hoodie. She yanked it open and reached under my top, her fingers seeking out contact with the flesh of my belly. There was a ragged urgency to her actions, but I found myself getting turned on by how desperate she was to get at me. I felt the warmth of the moisture pooling in my knickers, as she squeezed my hardening nipples through the fabric of my bra and drank me in with her hungry kisses. Her hips were grinding furiously against me, and I knew I wasn't getting out of this garden before her hands had been down my pants. Not that I cared, I wanted her to fuck me up against this wall. All my earlier anxieties were lost in this fabulous bubble of lust. Once again, I abandoned myself to it. There was no outside fucking world. There was no pressure, no secrets and no bullshit. Only me and my honey in this crucible of furious muscular desire. She kept on kissing me as she fumbled impatiently with the buckle of my belt and the buttons on my baggy combats, effectively pinning me to the wall with her mouth.

"Ooer, hello there." I sniggered, as she tore away from me for a moment to look at her target.

I got no answer as she finally defeated my trousers and plunged her hand straight down my pants, swearing with delight at the wetness she found there.

"Is going to hell a bad thing," she asked, thrusting herself inside me. "If we enjoy doing it?"

"Oh fuck no," I gasped as she grabbed my hair and began pushing in and out of me. She was using the full weight of her body to force herself deeper inside me. I was being taken without a shadow of a doubt. She was sucking and biting at my neck, and I knew she was marking me, but it felt fucking phenomenal. I bucked my hips hard against her, loving the feeling of her fingers in me. It was rough and it was dirty, but I couldn't get enough. I had never let anyone fuck me like this before, but her aggression only made me want her more. I was moaning and swearing and offering protestations to God, little caring if any passersby could hear me. The only time I was silenced was when Rose made me shut up with her filthy volatile kisses, and even then I had to groan into her mouth, which only made her fuck me harder, and me fall even more helplessly into her hands.

"If we get arrested by my dad for this," I managed to get out, "I swear to God I'm blaming you. Paul from the Rez."

"Silencio."

She looked at me with pure fire in her eyes. Who would have known that my adorable little camera geek was such a sex fiend? I even began to wonder if she was some kind of secret agent or superhero, and the mild mannered photographer was merely her secret identity, because the things she was doing to me were beyond my experience. This violent, carefree, animal sex was new and glorious, and I had only ever experienced this kind of rush on the wave. My fists balled up into the fabric of her clothes as I screamed my way through an orgasm of epic proportions, my body banging back and forth against the brick as my lover consumed me without mercy.

If you had seen us going at it like banshees, I guess you would never have described it as beautiful, but that's what it was. It was the most beautiful feeling on earth. We clung silently to each other for what seemed like an age after I had finally come down, clutching great grasping lungfuls of air to ourselves as we recovered. I loved the way she always stayed inside me, keeping the connection as though she was mentally recording the moment for posterity, cataloguing every last detail of the encounter with that rich photographic memory of hers. By the time she had finally pulled out of me, all trace of her aggression had gone, and she kissed me tenderly, and stroked my cheek. But when she looked into my eyes, the intensity remained. Much as though I had loved every minute of what she had done to me, I realised it hadn't come from nowhere. It hadn't been about loving and sharing, it had been about ownership. That wonderful aggression had been driven by something and I needed to find out what. Things were indeed upside down, and instead of being relieved that I had avoided her questions, she had only left me with questions of my own.

"I think I just inspiration." I breathed out when I'd caught my breath.

She frowned, "For what?"

"Writing."

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"To high school delinquents and late sexual bloomers."

Our glasses all came together with a resounding clunk and we proceeded to take long draughts from our pints. It was me, Rose, Alice, Angela, Ben and Jess catching up at The Den, pretty much the only bar in the whole of Forks.

Well, it is the only bar in the whole of Forks.

Fucking dim.

"Amen." They replied after returning their drinks to the table.

"So, Ben, long time no see." Alice nodded with me and we wiggled our eyebrows at the now blushing man. "What've you been up to?" The small girl asked him conspiratorially, pointedly looking at Angela who hid behind her fringe.

"I did a lot of chasing." He puffed his chest out and smiled smugly.

"Chasing, eh?" I asked.

"Yes."

"What kind of chasing?"

"The kind where I run out into the middle of the street holding onto my nads in just my socks."

"How did that go for you?"

"Almost got frost bite."

We all winced.

"Did you get your prize?" Alice leaned forward right into his personal space as she asked it, Jess snorted rather disgustingly from my left.

"I did." I grinned and kissed Angela on the cheek.

Yuck.

"Okay I'm bored now." I stuck my hand in the bowl of peanuts on the table and shoved a handful in my mouth.

"Did you know that those peanuts could contain the residue of 5 people's urine?" Tinkerbelle smiled sickeningly at me. I spat them out.

"Well I ain't kissing you unless you get some mouthwash." Rose said dryly from my right.

"That's disgusting, Bella, why would you eat peoples wee?" Jess questioned from my left.

Ben and Angela laughed from across the table.

"Well I didn't wake up this morning and decide to eat piss, Jess." Eye roll.

"You might have done."

"Why the fuck would I?"

"Pussy."

"Piss and pussy are two completely different things."

"Yes but they're from the same area." She whispered, almost as if she were afraid someone would hear her.

I stared at her for a beat.

"Oh my God." Rose breathed. "I thought people were lying when they said you were a genuine bimbo."

I choked.

"I'm sorry?" Jess frowned and placed a hand on her heart, indignant.

"I don't even know. What are you? Are you from space?"

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

Oh God I think I may pee myself.

"Are you feeling quite alright?" Rose asked, reaching around me to place her hand on Jess' shoulder.

"I'm fine." She squinted unattractively at the natural – and far better looking – blonde.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what this is, but please stop before I die." Alice squealed.

"I concur." I replied.

"I object!" Shouted Angela, clicking on instantly.

"I shat an object!" We yelled out and thumped our hands on the table in quick succession.

Back story of this is;

We were in an English class, and our assignment had been to plan out a court scene concerning the Montague's and the Capulet's. We'd literally spent the entire lesson pratting about, well, I was actually trying to do work while the others were playing slaps, smacking each other with books and flicking through the dictionary, finding a random word and attaching it to one of us.

"Angela is... Genetically modified."

"Alice is... Spinach."

"Ben is... Milligram."

"Tyler is... lost, ha!"

"Bella is... Switzerland... Well that's a load of bollocks, opinionated hoe bag."

When our darling teacher had arrived, they magically bullshat their way through the entire scene. It was quite amazing really, the way they managed to pull themselves together under the most pressure they could have experienced that day.

Unfortunately, when it was my turn to speak, they were hitting each other with books again behind her back, so I started pissing myself. Obviously I was the only one to fuck it up so I got a tongue lashing by Miss Evans, got called 'madam' and was threatened with seating movement.

As she left I'd said "You're all a load of bollocks, thanks for that."

Alice had replied "I concur."

Angela said "I object."

And this total random girl called Tatty who'd joined our group at the last minute blurted out with "I shat an object!"

It's stuck ever since, and it was literally the most hysterical thing that happened that week.

What. Did you expect me to say ever? Please, we're the people who can find the feeling of wearing shoes so funny we almost piss ourselves. Lying on the floor talking about "Who's the village bike?"

"Well it's obviously Alex Gaskarth." And spending the next 20 minutes imagining Alex Gaskarth as a bike. We're the people who make fake facebook pages of two headed llamas based on band members, and then post random shit on supermarkets' facebook walls and get blocked because we send them inappropriate songs.

We're the people who sing songs at four AM because we're bored. We draw facial hair on our faces with eyeliner then dress in drag and take photo's. We skype each other just to sit there playing games on our phones when really we're meant to be revising for that fucking massive chemistry test on Monday. We sit in a circle on the kitchen floor eating micro waved meals and discuss the necessity of feet because Angela doesn't like them.

For as long as I can remember it's been me, Alice and Angela. We always knew Angie'd get with Ben 'cause he'd been following her around like a lost puppy since he was 14. And then Alice had Kate because I'm awesome. Which made us a fivesome, now that I had Rose, we were a mostly gay sixsome. Our relationships revolve around throwing shoes at each other, calling each other fat, ugly, stupid, retarded, crimes against nature, laughing when one of us fell over, not bothering to help them up because that'd be too easy. We were called a lesbian threesome, so when the bitches walked passed we played it up for them.

It was this meet up with everyone that made me realise, if I died tomorrow, I'd die so fucking happy. I'd die the happiest woman alive, surrounded by my best friends and the people that I love, in my hometown with beautiful scenery even if it is fucking dismal. It helped remind me that they'd be there for me no matter what fucking happened, and the feeling's mutual. It also made me feel like Rose had somehow been included in that deal. It's all really special.

Just cut Jess out the picture and I'd have my ideal evening. I don't even know why she's fucking here I mean what seriously.

Still, never been happier.

Nope, never.

I have absolutely no idea why this chapter went the way it did. I really don't, I think it has something to do with the stuff that's been happening around me at the minute, idek. Threw you some fun stuff in the middle there, tell me if you enjoyed it ;)

If you know why this went the way it did. Y'know, you. Then you gotta know that what was said is true, yep? I loves you very much my perf bicycle you surpass even the Portuguese girl right now, that's how much you mean to me ;) Love ya x