AN: Dun dun dun duuuuuunnnnnnn. This is chapter 2. This is CA. Why can't CC finish a story ever? Who knows. Be prepared for slightly different style (and length) of writing. We know we love me. ((bows)).

Disclaimer: This WHOLE STORY is technically not even mine. It's my co-author CC's. But now it is my responsibilty. Just like always. But this belongs to us. But it does not belong to us, the characters are all Steph's.

"When will Edward be back?" I whined. Yes. I had resorted to whining. Alice had decided that since we got home so fast (cough fast reckless driving cough), she could turn it into a spa day! 'So not happy.' Was running through my head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. In a moment silly. There you are all done. A full makeover... except for those toes..." she grinned somewhat evilly at me. "Have fun!" She whispered. Before I could ask what she meant, Edward appeared at my shoulder, where I was sitting on the couch.

"A pedicure?" He asked looking at me skeptically with his eyebrows raised.

"Why? You can't do one? See, that's what I told Alice, but she INSISTED that we ask you first... but I don't think it will be quite on par with the nail place near the Quiliute Place. I got a massage, a lotion rub thingy, a hot stone rub, and then I got a pedicure." I was laughing so hard on the inside at the emotions playing across my boyfriend's face. First there was skepticism, then indignation, then shock, then pride, then astonishment, then anger, and now... a fiercely competitive look.

"That's what YOU think!" I heard Edward mutter before disappearing (quite literally) into his room.

Emmett suddenly appeared. "No matter WHAT happens, do NOT ASK..." but then Edward was back and Emmett was gone. Do not ask WHAT? How will I know not to ask if I don't know what not to ask? Did that make sense? Oh god. Mind-babbling again. This is one of those times I am glad Edward can not read my mind.

Edward pulled a huge bag onto the coffee table and then spilled it out. Oh. My. God. I am slightly worried about Edward's, uh, sexuality, because he dumped out the widest variety of nail polish colors and pedicure equipment I have ever seen in my whole life. Including the store back in a mall in Phoenix, just for this kind of thing.

"Um, wow." I said, a little speechless. Edward looked proud for a minute and then said, "Let's get started my sweet. Prepare yourself for the pedicure of a lifetime!" He dunked my legs from my knees down into a bucket of hot water that just appeared next to the couch. Edward held up ten or twelve bottles of lotion. "What scent?" He asked, with a determined and focused look on his face.

"Strawberry," I said pointing, and then added, "You know, I never got to choose when I've gotten my nails done before..." He looked ecstatic. Well, this was a side of Edward I hadn't seen before. So pleased with the little compliments I give him on something that really isn't that important...

He quickly squirts the lotion all over my recently shaved legs (courtesy of Alice) and started to rub it in. He then started the massage. And my god, I have never felt anything like it. It was sooooo amazing, and unlike the nail painters at the salon, he only stopped when I told him that was enough. He then pulled those heated black rocks out of the pile of stuff and started rubbing them up and down my calves. Ahhhh. This is the life.

"How am I doing, love?" Edward asks.

"Fantastic..." I sigh relaxed.

After five more minutes, Edward points to the mound of nail polish. "Which one?"

I cracked one eye open. "That one," I pointed to a dark, metallic navy, "With a diagonal stripe of that one," I said pointing to a white, "Covered with that one," I said pointing to a clear slightly shimmery silver glitter one. He had them all in a row next to wear he was seated on the couch opposite me.

"You can go back to sleep now..." he teased grinning at me.

"Thanks." I say sarcastically, almost asleep already, "I love you." He tensed for a moment before giving a small smile. I drifted off.

When I woke up, I noticed firstly that I was asleep on a couch. Not at my home. Edward's couch in his room. Not at my home. In only a bathrobe. Not at my home. Late at night. Not. At. My. Home. I bolted up.

"Relax love, Alice told Charlie that you were having a spa day with her and would be home late." Edward appeared next to me, clearly reading the expression off my face perfectly.

I sighed. He looked a little antsy. Impatient even, as I got up. "Well?" He asked worriedly, "What do you think?" What do I think? What the HE-ECK was he... Ohhhhhhhhh. My pedicure. I glance down, and am shocked at what I see. My nails have been done absolutely perfectly. "Wow. They're... they're perfect. Much better than the Quil..."

"YES!" Edward shouted and then quieted down. "Sorry love. Would you like dinner?"

I just looked at him, surprised by his outburst. He then chuckled, which reassured me, because chuckling is a very Edward-ish thing to do. (AN: Respond if you agree...) "I'll take that as a yes." He said before disappearing downstairs. I could hear the rattle of pans and the opening of cabinets, and then Jasper appeared.

"Hey Bella," he started, I nodded my hello. "Can I ask you something?" I nodded again, and then heard Emmett whisper, "Hurry up Jas, he's coming back upstairs!" Jasper faced the hall for a second before turning back to me. "Could you please NOT ask Edward..." Then he disappeared. AGAIN WITH THE NOT ASKING QUESTIONS I DON'T KNOW NOT TO ASK! Within seconds Edward was at my side.

"What are my brothers bothering you about?" he asked interestedly.

I picked up the plate of eggs and bacon. "I honestly have no idea." He nodded and then sat back and watched me while I ate. Suddenly the question I had been meaning to ask him cam back to me.

"Hey Edward?" He raised his eyebrows to indicate that he was listening. "How did you learn to paint nails?"

Edward grinned sheepishly. "I was bored. And I wanted to know why Esme, Rosalie, and Alice were obsessed with the perfect 'mani-pedi'. So I found out, and then, just, practiced I guess". I nodded, and was about to take a bite when another thought came to me.

"Hey Edward?" He cocked his head. I spoke slowly and clearly, with a somewhat suspicious look on my face. "Who exactly did you practice on?"

Before he could answer, Emmett and Jasper burst in the room. "Don't you dare!" Emmett growled at Edward. "We told you not to askthat!" Japer whined at me. That's when it hit me. I started to giggle uncontrollably before busting out laughing.
"NO...NO... WAY!!!" I shriek. "NO WAY DID YOU PRACTICE ON... THEM!!!!" I dissolved into my mirth at the glares on Emmett and Jasper's faces and the slightly bemused one on Edward's.
"Well, the girls didn't want me to mess up their nails, and Carlisle just looked at me when I asked him (AN: can anyone else picture this??? L.M.A.O), and these two idiots OWED me. So, yeah." He shrugged sheepishly.
"NEVER. MENTION. THIS. TO. ANYONE." Emmett threatened. Jasper just nodded. I quieted down enough to nod, before laughing one more time. I quickly composed myself.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'm done. Really. I swear. I'm done this time." The brothers just look at me before leaving the room. I am suddenly quiet tired. "Hey Edward, can you take me home?" He nodded. The trip to my house was quick. At my doorstep I turn to Edward and say, "Next time, I want to challenge your manicure skills." Then with a small peck, I walk inside.

AN: Of COURSE Caroline C starts something she can't finish. So of COURSE I(CA) was sent to finish it. For those of you Max Ride readers out there, I am about to update Collections and then get a move on with Mistexts. For Harry Potter fans, Fighting Fate and 5 Date Rule are in the process of publishing too. No promises though. We are holding back on Shirtless until we wrap up some other things. Anyways, I hope you like this story that I did not come up with and only wrote this chapter to finish it. Sorry if you didn't like it. REVIEW PLEASE SO THAT I KNOW THIS WAS NOT FOR NOTHING!!!!