Sorry for taking longer than I usually do.

It's been a LONG week.

But did see Adventureland....don't see it. It's dumb.

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The bar was loud and obnoxious.

Packed.

And full.

I was giddy.

I smiled at Edward who rolled his eyes and led the way to the bar.

"What'll it be?" The bartender yelled across the counter.

Edward ordered shots.

Because you can't die and NOT have shots, right?

Here's to life, bitches.

I licked my lips in anticipation as the bartender poured the drink and handed us the glasses.

Bottoms up.

"To you," Edward said raising the glass towards me.

"To me," I agreed and then shot the liquor down my throat.

It burned.

It was fucking amazing!

I clenched my face and puckered my lips as my throat raged; Edward's face completely the opposite.

He made an "ahhhh" sound as he slammed the shot glass down on the bar.

He smirked.

Hm.

"Another one," I demanded.

The bartender poured the drink and placed it in front of us.

I raised my glass to Edward, "To you."

"To me," he agreed.

We gulped down the liquid. I was prepared this time for the burning, allowing myself to suck in a breath and show no emotion on my face.

Edward smirked again and this time, I smirked in reply.

"Another," Edward ordered.

Again, shots were poured.

They were downed.

And both of us showed no hint of our throats burning.

You are going to feel this tomorrow.

Oh, who cares, you'll be dead soon anyways.

After six or seven, or maybe it was ten shots, I was feeling good.

REALLY good.

Fucking good.

Like the way Edward made me feel, only good-er.

I love alcohol!

We made our way back to a booth in the corner, our hands full of drinks, and our minds in a tizzy. The music was loud and you couldn't hear yourself think, but it was nice to get an escape from yourself for a night. I took a gulp of the fruity liquid and let it fizzle on my tongue as I watched Edward take a swig of his beer.

Was it weird that I find his drinking extremely hot?

Like dripping, wet hot.

I put my fingers to the stubble on his chin, pressing lightly on the scratchy skin. I was entranced by this man: the look in his eyes when he'd hear a song he liked, the feel of his skin tighten when he'd sip his drink, and the way he puckered his lips as he was contemplating something before downing the rest of his beer and turning to me.

He scooted closer to me in the booth, making me feel like an awkward teenager on her first date.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Shh," He whispered in my ear, his nose rubbed against my neck and I closed my eyes at the amazing power in that touch. "I'm sticking my hand down your pants."

I gasped.

Because no matter how juvenile that sounded, it was so damn hot.

His fingers brushed under the skin of shirt, touching the button on my jeans, until he had magically unbuttoned them and was teasing the space under my bellybutton with his fingers. I sucked in a breath as he kissed the space behind my ear and his tongue darted out to give it a quick lick.

More, please.

His fingers crept down painfully slow, tapping on the sensitive skin until I was squirming against his hand.

And then…he palmed me.

Complete palm against me.

If I was coherent, I would have been screaming OH SWEET GOD.

But I had no thoughts.

Just intense, orgasmic, greedy sparks shooting down between my thighs.

I shuddered with nerves and tried to get more friction, loving the excitement that was coursing through my body and trying to find an escape. My toes pointed and my head fell to the side so he could keep kissing, licking, or whateverthehell he was doing that felt so good on my throat. I hummed, more like purred, with anticipation while his fingers inched inside of me.

He was plunging his fingers in and out, and in and out, and innnnnnnnn and ouuuuuuuuut. He pinched some skin, not in the way that hurts, but the way that leaves you begging him to never stop because if he does you'll rip your hair out by trying to figure out howthehell he did it.

I bit my lip and tried to rub my legs together to get more.

I want more more more more more more.

"Bella, open your legs," his voice was dominating, almost over-bearing.

And I simply melted at his tone.

"More," I whimpered.

"You have to look at me or people will know," he chuckled against my cheek.

I opened my eyes and looked at him; we were silent as he kept moving his digits back and forth, inside and out, and around my bundle of nerves.

Please, please, please, please, please, I begged internally.

I was frustrated, I wanted to get some release before I exploded, or caused bodily harm from clawing at my own va-jay-jay to get rid of the pent-up tension.

Edward's fingers = gold.

Edward's fingers = sex.

Edward's fingers = dirty.

From anywhere else in the room it would have looked like Edward and I were just staring at each other, until my eyes got big and I bit my lip. It would have looked like he had said something harsh or that I was excited at news he had just told me, my face looking determined and my lips were turning white at pressure of my teeth.

I wanted to be Sally screaming out an orgasm with Harry in a restaurant.

I wanted to be Norah having my first orgasm with Nick in a music studio.

But I wasn't them.

I was Bella biting her lip, trying hold in her breath of mumblings, while Edward drove me to the edge and pushed me off finally.

And that's who I wanted to be.

It was like climbing up a mountain and as soon as you were at the top, you jumped off.

The nerves, the butterflies, the sparks, or the tingling was nothing compared to this.

To the way Edward made me feel.

To anyone else, I was biting my lip and Edward was staring at me with a small smile on his face.

But we both knew the truth.

That I was coming undone, unglued, unhinged and I was free for a few moments of my life. Free from all the worry, stress, and problems and just living.

It was these few moments that I had a new perspective and could live my life the way that I wanted to.

It was in these moments where I figured everything out.

And as soon as the wave of euphoria had hit, it was swept away and my body still buzzing with a glow. I collapsed back into the seat and laid my head on Edward's shoulder as he buttoned up my jeans and sucked on his fingers.

To anyone else, we would look like a couple.

To anyone else, we would look like average, normal people.

To anyone else, we would look like we were having a drink after work.

But to us? We knew the truth.

A band was playing and I started to listen to the music, noticing the flyers stating that it was open-mike night.

"Would you like to dance?" His breath reeked and I felt dizzy and giggly and inhaled more of his sweet-scent. I nodded and he grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor, snaking his arms around my waist and holding me comfortably to him.

"I liked our dancing in the car better," I said offhandedly.

"Yeah, but people are around now and we don't need any more reason for them to think we're insane."

"With our mothers, I'm surprised we aren't."

"Well I know I'm not insane. You, on the other hand…"

"I am crazy," I stated tranquilly.

Alcohol makes me tranquil.

I giggled at the thought…not knowing what was so funny, but I just needed to laugh.

"You're drunk," Edward said laughing.

"I am not."

A pretty girl walked by and winked at Edward.

And I felt jealous.

I glared at her and then looked back at Edward, who smiled politely at her.

"Do you think she is pretty?"

"Yeah, she's nice-looking."

I think my heart just shrunk a little bit.

I nodded.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason, I was just trying to figure out your type, that's all."

"I thought you knew I like cancer patients who listen to as much music as I do and are daughters of crazy mothers like mine," he teased.

"Ha. Ha."

Yes, I was definitely drunk.

But a little bothered that Edward wasn't taking me seriously.

"Ed! You made it!" We looked to see James holding a beer and waving at us. He made his way over, exchanging pleasantries.

This was my chance.

I slid away from the two as talked about something.

I was too interested in finding a victim.

I wanted more experiences.

Tall, blonde guy….Mike Newton. Hell No.

Short, Asian dude…Eric Yorkie. Eh, no.

Lean, Black guy….Tyler Crowley. We're getting somewhere.

Burly, curly, and pearly. That's our man.

He was tall and muscled, wearing a nice shirt and black pants, standing by the bar and watching the band.

I pushed my boobs together, pulled my jeans lower on my hips, and flipped my hair.

Game on.

I walked towards him and asked him if he'd like to dance, he replied that he was waiting for someone, and I replied that it would take two minutes. He said he was taken. I said "taken shmaken, come dance." He sighed and then followed me to the dance floor. The band played something good for grinding and so I channeled my inner Beyoncé and pretended like I had an ass.

And I ground into him.

Again.

And again.

His hands were on my hips, his lips at my ears, whispering that he really should be getting back to the bar before his girlfriend showed up.

I didn't care that he had a girlfriend, I was having fun.

We rocked back and forth, while I giggled and laughed at the fun we were having.

Suddenly, big-burly man stopped dancing and I looked back. His face was white and he was looking over at the bar.

There was Lee and her hands were on her hips as she looked pathetically at the guy who was supposed to be gyrating with me.

Keyword: supposed.

He walked over to her and she slapped him.

And then laughed.

He smiled and kissed her passionately.

I watched this all from the same place.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor, people moving and dancing around me, but I stood still.

In a sea of people, I could tell that Lee and this man were in love.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

The next thing I knew, Lee was pulling at my hand towards the bathroom.

Girls overcrowded the mirror, while others used a marker to write town gossip on the stalls.

For a bad time, call M. N.

Yorkie uncorked and porked Jessica.

Victoria is a slut!

If you sprinkle, when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.

"Alright, I know you didn't mean anything by dancing with Emmett, but could you not do it again?"

I nodded.

I thought she was going to kick my ass.

But she was…shy.

"It's just, we're engaged and I don't need any beautiful girls hitting on him, you know?"

I nodded again.

"Aren't you here with Mr. Cullen?"

Again, I nodded.

"You can talk you know."

"Sorry, I just…well I was trying to use Emmett, did you say? Well I was trying to make Edward, Mr. Cullen, jealous."

"Did it work?" She was smiling. Nicely.

Better than Esme Cullen's smile.

"I don't think he even saw me."

"Okay, well how do you feel about letting me help?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because girls need to stick together…?" She looked hopeful.

So I nodded like an idiot again.

"Okay…do you mind?" She said motioning at my body.

I shook my head.

Well, it's better than just nodding.

She opened up her purse and brought out tiny pair of foldable scissors. Kneeling down, she starting to cut around my thighs, very high on my thighs, until I was wearing a skirt.

At least I shaved.

Lee then rolled up my shirt until part of my stomach was showing, rolled the end of the shirt into a ball on my side and tucked it under.

Huh, how clever.

I could learn a few things from this girl.

"Okay, now flip down." I followed her instructions and touched my toes while she took out a comb and started on my hair.

When I was allowed to flip up, I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror and felt pretty.

Not in the, "you can see my damaged body" pretty that Edward had made me feel.

But girl-pretty. Like I was just going out with a bunch of friends for a night out.

Like normal-pretty.

"You sure this isn't too cliché?" I asked.

"I'll admit, you think this stuff is done in the movies way too much, but guys can't help when you show some skin and emit some confidence. Just be yourself but punch it up a little bit, you know?"

She liked saying, "you know".

I nodded.

Because she liked saying, "you know" and I liked nodding.

She grabbed my hand again and pulled me to the dance floor. She looked around and then looked back at me.

"Okay, he's at the bar behind you, now let's start dancing."

"You mean…"

"Girl-on-girl? Yeah, I mean we have to act like lesbians," Lee sighed shaking her head.

I laughed.

"Well, if I had to be a lesbian, I'm glad you're my partner."

"Life-partner," she winked.

So we started dancing.

We used each other's bodies to just flow.

Flow with the music.

Flow with the atmosphere.

And flow with the feelings.

We laughed and then Emmett came and joined our dancing circle, letting us flow around him.

Grinding and gyrating.

Just like the plan says.

By the end of the song, I was sweating a little, but kissed Emmett on the cheek for the dance and slapped Lee on the ass for a good lesbian dance.

But I told her that I didn't play that side of the field.

We're still friends.

I felt a tug on my arm and looked back to find Edward standing there.

"Are you done making me jealous?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked with a smile.

"You really shouldn't have worn a skirt," Edward said, practically purring.

Edward purring in my ear? Yes, I'd like to die and go to heaven now…oh wait, this is it.

I just kept smiling.

"What?"

"I made you jealous."

"You did not."

"Oh, really?"

"Really."

"So I can just go kiss Emmett again and you wouldn't mind?"

"YOU KISSED HIM?!"

Operation Make-Edward-Jealous succeeded.

"Yep. It was hot."

Bingo.

Edward's face turned serious.

"So, slutty skirt, puppy-dog eyes, yep this gal surely belongs to Eddie."

I turned to match the face with the high-pitched voice that went with it.

All I saw was red.

Red hair.

Flaming red hair.

"Victoria, go crawl back into the Chlamydia-infected hole you slithered out of," Edward spoke harshly.

"Is that any way to talk to your best friend's woman?" Her smile was like a snarl.

Esme Cullen meet Victoria, she could give you a run for your money with that smile of hers.

"I'm just waiting for him to grow a pair and beat you away with some cream, I mean it works for most STD's."

Victoria opened her mouth to say something but James appeared beside her and tugged on her arm.

"What are you doing here?" He asked confused.

"I came to see you, boo," she cooed.

Boo?

Ew.

Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.

Edward seemed to feel the same way for he cringed also.

James and Victoria started fighting.

Whatever, the chick was a slut.

Says the girl in a skirt and her stomach exposed for the world to see.

No, I'm just pretending to be lesbian.

I giggled at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Edward asked.

"I made you jealous," I laughed.

"You're still on about that?"

"Yep," I said popping the P.

"Look, I need to go do something, will you stay here at the bar?"

I nodded.

"Seriously, Bella. No men touching you, no men groping you, no men kissing you, and no men doing to you what I just did in that booth that we marked. No. Men."

"I like you protective," I hiccupped.

He shook his head and laughed and then disappeared in the crowd.

I clicked my tongue a few times and then spun back to the bar, ordering a new round of shots.

WHOOOOOOOOOO! My inner slut-lesbian screamed.

The song ended and the next band started setting up.

I gulped another fiery liquid, sucking in a breath as it roasted my throat and warmed my belly.

"Hey, this song is dedicated to train passengers, iPod listeners, and people with crazy mothers. If you can say you're all three, then this song is mostly for you," I heard him say on a microphone. I looked up to the stage to see Edward sitting on a stool, a guitar in his hands, and him looking at me intently.

"This is also for the girls who aren't supposed to have any men around," he winked.

I heard some claps and laughter, some shouts and cheers, and then his music began.

It was just him singing; a beam of light shining down on him; his fingers twiddling and fidgeting on his instrument as he began to play. People were behind him, shaking and drumming on instruments.

When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see that you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying

His voice was magic and his playing was sweet.

I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you in my arms forever

I watched couples around me hold on to each other and sway with the music, a song slower than what they had been playing. I watched Edward sing to me, sing to the crowd, and sing to the ceiling….almost like he was praying.

Praying that he could keep me.

When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
It's my worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
Love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize

I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

I always thought that if someone sang me a song, I'd just sit there awkwardly; waiting for them to finish so I could praise them. But there were no thoughts, no awkward sits, just smiles on my face and tears in my eyes.

So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness

He wrote this song for me. Not for his mom, Lee, his friends, James, or anyone else.

Me.

Was I really that special?

Yes, you really are.

Thank you, Conscience for not listening to me and shutting up.

I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold forever

The whole bar erupted in applause, whistles, and cheers. As the guitar played softly out, Edward smiled and put the guitar down and jumped off the stage.

We all know I met him halfway.

I ran to him and jumped into him, my arms latching around his neck and my face going into his chest.

No making out.

No groping.

Just a hug.

A hug worth a thousand words.

I squeezed tighter onto him, hoping he'd understand what he had done for me. What he had given me. What I could put down as another experience and memory.

We stayed there for the next few hours. Swaying with the music and holding each other tightly.

Because tonight, Edward could hold me in his arms forever.

So none of you knew that "Lee" was Rosalie. GOTCHA! LOL

And Edward singing a song for her....I mean we ALL knew that was coming.

And last but not least, they start heading home tomorrow and then the story will come to an end. Probably 4 or 5 more chapters left.

Maybe less.

Depends on the reviews I get.

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