AN: Wow, I don't even have words. You guys have blown me away with your response to this story, and I apologize in advance for not being able to get back to you all and thank you. However, I would like to thank a core group of you who have reviewed every chapter so far—and it never fails to make me smile.

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Okay, enough of my rambling. Onward. I think you're going to enjoy this chapter immensely!

~Edward~

Bella could sing. And not just in that, "oh—you're a girl and all girls can sing along," kind of way, either. No, Bella could full out belt along with Freddie Mercury, "hit all the high notes," kind of sing. She had a big broadway voice, and I'd had no idea. Four years of summer musicals, and Bella had never participated in a single one. I thought the biggest part I could remember her ever having was one of the maiden daughters in The Pirates of Penzance when she was fourteen. She'd never been one for the spotlight, which I guessed was why she was so great when it came to filmmaking. She could give it her all behind the scenes and never have to be fawned over for her efforts.

This summer, though, I was planning on changing that. After hearing Bella's rousing rendition of "Somebody To Love," I was making it my mission to get her to audition for the lead in this summer's musical…which I had on pretty good authority was Footloose. A ridiculous musical, to be sure, but if Bella got the part of Ariel, she'd be forced to be on stage for nearly the entire show. I would definitely have to talk to Maria, the camp's musical director, about that one later. She was about seventy years old, and she loved me as if I were one of her own, for some reason. Bella would have whatever part I wanted for her, if I suggested it to Maria beforehand. I chuckled at my own deviousness as I jogged back to the shack to unlock it for Seth. I wasn't looking at her, but I knew that Bella would be sticking out her tongue at me for ignoring her protests.

They're futile, my dear. Don't even try…

"She's a feisty one, isn't she?" Seth nodded his head towards the Fine Arts room as I unlocked the shack, leading us into the newly air conditioned and refurbished room. The powers that be had finally heard my pleas and had redone the room with better air conditioning to keep the equipment happier…and while they were at it, they'd gotten me two new iMacs for editing. It was glorious, and I couldn't wait to get started. But unfortunately, I had to deal with the hassle of training the puppy dog currently waiting for me.

I nodded in agreement, but I must have been making a face because Seth's expression contorted into one of disbelief before changing into confusion. "Wait, you and Bella aren't like…" He trailed off, but I knew what he was suggesting.

"No," I scoffed. Not wanting to say anything else on the topic, or have him add any additional thoughts about Bella, I dove right into our "training."

"Let's get started, okay?" I continued brusquely. Seth nodded in understanding, looking a bit nervous. Good.

"Edward, I know you're probably not that interested in having an assistant." Understatement. "But I just wanted you to know that I've only heard about how talented you are and what a great guy you are for the past four years. And trust me, I know how completely gay this sounds, but I'm actually excited to learn stuff from you. So, just tell me where to start."

I was taken aback by his attitude. Although, yes, he was still damn overeager, I could definitely use him to my advantage. It was like having an intern. I finally got the appeal of it.

I explained that the video counselors (aka us) were responsible for filming a multitude of things over the course of the summer. We had to film enough to create an end-of-summer promotional DVD for potential campers, which meant that we had to film a little bit of each activity—just a shot or two involving campers looking like they were enjoying themselves—as well as each age group's musical, the talent show, the counselor talent show, and extra events like swim meets, parents visiting day, etc. Seth, I found out, was quite the organizer. He pulled out a notebook and began charting a complex system in which we could switch off who would go out and film activities while the other looked after the campers attending video classes. It was pretty brilliant, actually, and I realized how much easier everything was going to be with someone else to help out.

Also…maybe I had prejudged Seth, just a little bit. He had just graduated from NYU but was unable to afford the New York City lifestyle, so he was thinking about moving to the suburbs of Boston to work as a part-time videographer while he worked on his own passion projects. That was exactly what I'd done (still did) after graduating from film school. It was nice to see that he had a lot of passion for the projects he worked on, too. I'd never seen anyone talk with as much enthusiasm for the New York fish market before in my entire life, but I found myself being pulled into the potential mob connections he had found and filmed through his interviewing process. It was fascinating, really.

After our charting was finished, we decided to organize my archives of videos. Five years worth of camper projects, musicals, and shows were strewn about the shelves, interspersed with my own DVD collection. Seth decided that since most of it was unlabeled, we should really just watch snippets of each video, then label and shelf them by year and age group.

Suddenly, the familiar strains of "Groove is in the Heart" by Deee-lite started playing, and I couldn't help but break into a wide smile. I hadn't thought about this project in three years, but I remembered at the time wanting to shoot myself in the head if I had to listen to that Godforsaken techno song any more.

"What's this?" Seth laughed. "Shit—this is really good. Did a camper do this?" He watched the video with interest.

"Oh, man, I completely forgot about this." I pulled out the wooden bench to watch the four-minute video with rapt attention. Even three years later, it was still amazing. I couldn't believe that two fifteen year olds had been capable of such creativity.

We sat and watched in silence until the video ended with a black screen and white lettering that read, Property of CAB Productions. I looked up only to be met with Seth's inquisitive gaze. "It stands for Cullen, Alice, and Bella Productions. They wanted to do CBS Productions, but…copyright issues, you know." I chuckled under my breath. "So…what did you think?" I asked, honestly curious if I was just ridiculously biased in my love of Bella and Alice's work.

"Honestly? It's pretty obvious why Bella got into USC film school—that was hilarious." My mouth dropped open. Bella had been accepted into USC film school? Why hadn't anyone told me about that? It was a huge accomplishment, and one that I felt a little bit responsible for. "Do you have all her films here?" Seth asked, genuinely curious.

"I do, actually…" I trailed off, reaching over Seth to pick up a binder of DVDs. Flipping through, I found the DVD I had burned of all Bella's camp projects. Holding up the disk for Seth to see, we put it into the DVD player to begin our viewing.

Seth was completely captivated by the videos on the screen. To be fair, if I hadn't watched and re-watched the videos like a proud father over and over again, I'd probably be the same. We went through an hour of films—first, the music video where Bella made Alice into all five Spice Girls, then her 2-D hand-drawn animation shorts, then her other murder mystery about the serial-killing tennis counselor (that was my absolute favorite), and her experimental claymation project. Seth and I were just about to start in on Bella's senior project, a dedication to the members of her age group by documenting their last summer together, when there was a loud knock on the door.

I leaned over to push the door open, revealing a sweaty-looking Jake. He swung the door open and shut it quickly behind him, coming to stand right next to the air conditioning unit.

"You lucky sons of bitches. I just had to clean twenty canoes and you've been holed up in the dark, watching movies? Assholes," he muttered under his breath, ruffling Seth's hair affectionately. "What are we watching?"

"Bella's video projects." Seth smiled widely, looking incredibly self-assured.

"Ah, yeah you are!" Jake poked Seth in the ribs forcefully, making Seth groan. "When are you going to get on that, Seth? Time is a-wasting."

"I'll get there. Slow and steady wins the race." Seth laughed, pounding his fist against Jake's outstretched one, making my stomach clench. I really did not like the idea of Seth pursuing Bella. It was a weird, unsettling feeling. Or maybe I just hadn't eaten enough lunch. I was going with that.

I was so busy trying to figure out whether I was hungry or not that I didn't hear the conversation between him and Jake. "Do you think that's a good idea, Edward?"

"Uh…" My gaze shifted back and forth between Jake and Seth, who were both looking at me expectantly. "Sure. Sounds good…" I replied, having no idea what I had just approved of.

"Great!" Jake slapped a large hand onto Seth's shoulder. "You can see if she wants to come out with us after dinner." Seth nodded enthusiastically, and then I realized (far too belatedly) what the hell I had agreed to.

"Thanks, Edward." Seth smiled goofily. "Do you mind if I head out? Or did you want me to do something else?"

"No, no—don't worry about it. I'll lock up." And with that, Seth was gone. I decided to follow him out and attempt to find Bella. I stepped out of the shack and locked up quickly.

I walked back to the bunk, formulating my evening's plans, excited about hopefully being able to catch up with Bella. I was curious to see what other video projects she'd been working on since the last time we'd seen one another. I was starting to feel bad that I hadn't really kept in touch since she'd become too old for camp, but I was bad at staying in touch with everyone—hopefully she understood that. I opened the door, only to be surprised by Rosalie and Emmett, who were sitting in rather close proximity to one another.

"Oh, hey, guys…" I began awkwardly. I felt like I was definitely intruding on something.

"Hey, Edward," Rosalie chirped back happily, her southern accent making Emmett salivate with each word. "How was your afternoon?"

"Good. Seth's going to be like a genital wart on my cock this summer, but…what are you going to do, right?" I opened my bedroom door and grabbed Bella's sneakers quickly before returning to Rosalie and Emmett, who were looking at me with the most bizarre expressions on their faces. "What?"

"You're almost as crude as Bella…" Rosalie said as she shook her head slightly.

"Bella's not crude," I scoffed. "Please…" I shook my head, dismissing Rosalie completely. She looked dumbfounded.

"Uh…I'm sorry, have you had a conversation with her? That girl's worse than if Russell Brand and Seth McFarlane had a love child."

Emmett nodded. "Word. I've witnessed it. You really need to update your Bella stats, man." I couldn't believe it. I'd never heard so much as a "fuck" leave her mouth. Did I really not know her? I felt like an absentee parent. This was the second time today that someone had pointed out how little I knew Bella. Good thing I had planned an evening for us to spend together. Emmett was right. Updating my Bella stats was now a high priority.

"You going to see her now?" Rosalie looked directly at the sneakers in my hand.

"Oh, yeah. I thought we could have sort of a catch-up movie night tonight?"

"Sounds good." Emmett smiled.

"Okay, well…see you guys later." I booked it out of the room. The feelings of sexual tension were so oppressive that I thought I was going to choke on them. Now Jake and I were the last ones to pair up—and it was only the second day of pre-camp. I felt behind.

Shoes in hand, I trudged back to the art shops only to be pleasantly surprised to hear voices coming from the Fine Arts room. I hadn't even needed to go out of my way to find her.

I walked around to the entrance of the room, and Bella caught my eye immediately. It took all my effort not to laugh at the sight in front of me. Bella looked ridiculous; she was all but drowning in my red hoodie. Everything was much too big for her, but it made me smile to see it nonetheless. She looked adorable. My stifled laughter made a bizarre choking noise, which alerted Jasper and Alice to my presence.

Jasper smiled widely as I walked stealthily to Bella. She seemed completely engrossed in her lesson plan, so I took the opportunity to surprise her. I walked closer and threw the sneakers down on the bench beside her. She only jumped slightly, which wasn't quite the reaction I'd been going for. Disappointed, I decided to announce my presence by putting my hands on her shoulders. She relaxed, immediately bringing her hands up to meet mine, and smiled as our eyes met.

"What's up?"

I looked at Jasper and Alice, who were already looking pretty cozy (ah, young love) and decided that they should definitely be in on our evening plans, too. "I wanted to invite you all to a movie night at the infamous Bunk Seven tonight."

"You're inviting me to my own bunk?" Jasper laughed.

"And the lovely ladies, too," I chuckled, feeling completely at ease around Jasper already.

"That sounds perfect, Edward. What movie are we watching? Should we bring anything? What should I wear?" She rattled off question after question. Typical Alice.

"You can wear pajamas. There's no other way to enjoy a DVD, really. Just bring yourselves, and as for the movie…Bella can choose it." That'd be a good conversation starter, right? "What do you say, LB?" I asked, squeezing her shoulder to regain her attention.

"Sure." Yes. She's not going out with Seth tonight. Feeling some sort of sick satisfaction at that thought, I leaned in to rest my chin on the top of her head and squeezed my hands around her shoulders a little bit. My Little Bella.

"Great. You can just give me back my hoodie then—or you could keep it. Red looks good on you, LB." It really did, too. On instinct, I leaned down to press my lips lightly into her hair. Jasper quirked his eyebrow at me in silent question, but I couldn't figure out what he was asking. Shaking my head, I headed back to the bunk to take a shower and get ready for dinner.

I showered quickly—no one else was in the bunk, for some reason—and made it to dinner with a few minutes to spare. Jasper was the first one to walk in. I flagged him over to my empty table, seeing his distress as to where to sit. It was always fun watching the new counselors at meal time. It was like high school all over again; cliques formed in record time and only briefly intermingled. I couldn't believe that the Bunk Seven clique (we'd been together for the past five summers) had a whole bunch of newbies. We were now more newbie than old, which felt pretty strange and only served to make me feel too old and out of place.

"Hey, man," Jasper said, calming my nerves and bringing me back to the present.

"So, you and Alice looked pretty close already." I snorted. "Glad to see I didn't have to do any work. I don't actually think I even introduced you, did I?" I teased as Jasper gave me a sly smile.

"She is fantastic," he admitted, popping a french fry into his mouth. "But we're just friends." He paused before raising his eyebrow at me slightly and adding, "Bella, too…"

What's with all the inexplicable facial expressions today, Jasper?

I was about to ask him what the hell that look was supposed to mean, but Bella and Alice came in skipping and laughing, yelling loudly at one another. Everyone in the cafeteria had their eyes on them, but they couldn't have been more oblivious. I loved how unselfconscious they were around one another.

"I can't believe you just said that, Isabella Marie Swan!" Alice shouted, sounding completely exasperated. "That must be a joke!"

"It's true, Mary Allison Brandon!" Bella shook her head, smiling down at the floor, clearly hiding her expression from Alice. Bella obviously didn't mean a word she was saying. She was just getting Alice all agitated. And breaking out her full name was a sure way to get Alice fired up.

"Guys," Alice breathed, slamming her tray down on the table next to me, startling me. "Bella just tried to tell me that the new Star Wars movies are just as good as the original trilogy!" I gasped in mock shock as Bella's smile widened, taking a seat next to Jasper. "Yes, Edward…tell her! You understand what an abomination that statement is!" Alice spoke firmly. "At least she listens to you," she grumbled, crossing her arms and taking a seat.

"Bella doesn't listen to me. What younger sibling actually listens to their older brother?" I shrugged my shoulders and took a large bite of my hamburger. I looked up and smiled at Bella, but she was too busy eating her food to notice. She never listened to anything I said. And she was always too fucking stubborn to take my suggestions seriously.

Suddenly, I heard a wheezing noise coming from across the table. I watched on with curiosity as Jasper started choking on his fry, and Bella slapped him on his back, glaring at him the whole time. I looked over to Alice, wondering if she was part of this weird exchange, but she just looked amused.

"Anyway," Bella turned back to Alice, smiling wickedly "—I might have exaggerated a little, Alice. They're not actually as good as the original trilogy. I just want Hayden Christiensen's saber-sized peen. "

Now it was my turn to choke. I couldn't believe I was sitting at the same table with Bella and Alice talking about "peen," using Star Wars innuendos. This was like every wet dream I'd ever had at the age of fifteen. I used to refer to my cock as Chewbacca—which my first girlfriend had thought was super creepy, so I'd never mentioned it again. I noticed that Jasper had started choking again, too, which only increased with Alice's rebuttal.

"Just because you've never had a saber-sized peen in your Millenium Falcon is no reason for poor taste, Bella."

Bella's jaw dropped in complete shock before cracking a small smile and breaking into full out laughter. "You're right, Alice. I've only had Chewbacca-sized peen…"

My mouth started salivating at the image that appeared in my head—me as Anakin Skywalker driving into Bella dressed as Padmé. What? Stop that! All these Star Wars references were transporting me back to my childhood bedroom, reliving my nerdiest fantasies, and I was not okay with it. Alice was about to retort again when Emmett and Rosalie arrived at the table, diverting the conversation with their arrival. Thank God. I was more than freaked out by my sudden daydream. I focused my attention solely on Emmett, who had his arm wrapped around Rosalie's shoulder, and she was leaning into his side. I was definitely going to have to ask him about that one later.

Dinner went by quickly in a blur of loud joking and movie quoting, our absolute favorite activity. As we were leaving, I brushed past Bella and grabbed her hand. "Come meet us in an hour?" I asked.

"Sure thing." She smiled, her brown eyes lighting up with excitement.

With that, I headed outside. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Seth approach Bella and decided to slow down my pace. I couldn't hear the conversation, but I assumed that Seth was asking Bella to come out with him. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she flinched away a little bit and shook her head sadly. Seth looked so dejected that I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"What are we looking at?" I almost flew out of my skin, jumping at the proximity of Emmett's voice to my ear.

"Fuck, Em! Don't fucking do that!" I yelled. I flicked my eyes towards Bella again, but she was already gone. Emmett just stood there expectantly. "What?"

"You were all off into la-la land, E. What were you looking at? Some new chick caught your eye?"

I paused as a new feeling bubbled up inside me. Is that what just happened? Had Bella "caught my eye," so to speak? No, I answered myself. Bella hadn't caught my eye. That bizarre daydream had really messed with my head. I knew I was just having a really hard time adjusting to her being here and being an adult. On top of it, Seth pursuing her was only adding to that discomfort. The big brother in me wanted to cover her eyes and hide her away from all the booze and sex in the world, but I knew that wasn't a realistic image of Bella anymore.

If I was being honest with myself, she wasn't that kid anymore. Yes, she was still amazingly talented, but her outfit last night had not gone unnoticed. By me…and the entire male population in the surrounding area. She'd grown up good. Really good. Unfortunately, as far as I could tell, no one here this summer was even remotely good enough for her. I guessed I'd just have to see what happened.

"Eh, not yet." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Still looking. So far…no go." Emmett just rolled his eyes at my typical response. It wasn't like me to put in any effort towards my summer relationships. I really just sat back and let them come to me. I was far too lazy and noncommittal to pursue anyone.

I headed back to the bunk and changed into some sweats and a t-shirt. I wanted to be comfortable watching my movies. Plus, last night's sleep had been rough, to say the least, and I was happy to get my bed back. Love you, LB, but I love my bed more.

I was just settling into my bed and flipping through my binder of DVDs when Jasper, Bella, and Alice came in.

It took every ounce of bodily control to not let my mouth drop open or allow my cock to harden. Bella had just showered; her hair was still wet, dripping onto her pajamas. Well, pajamas weren't exactly what I would call them. She was wearing a tight, white t-shirt and the tiniest pair of light blue shorts I had ever seen on a girl. In the fluorescent lighting of the room combined with the residual water dripping from her hair, I could clearly see the outline of Bella's breasts. No fucking bra. Are you kidding me? My eyes turned immediately to Jasper, trying in vain to prevent that image from searing itself into my brain.

My dick was screaming at me to notice and stare straight at her rack, but I doubted Bella even knew I could see them. I felt guilty for even noticing. After mentally berating myself, I pushed the DVD case forward.

"So, what are we watching tonight, LB?" I asked.

Her smile faltered for a second before she approached my bed and sat down next to me, flipping through the pages of films. Her brows furrowed and her tongue slipped over her bottom lip, sure signs of Bella's heavy focus. She was concentrating so hard. I loved it.

As Bella looked, I brought my attention back to Alice and Jasper, who were already getting comfortable on Jasper's bed.

"Okay, bitches, what are we watching?" Emmett called out, bursting through the doorway with Rosalie tucked under his arm. Her face was slightly splotchy, and she looked as if she had just been crying. My gaze slid to Emmett's. He narrowed his eyes briefly, shaking his head minutely, before carrying on in his typical Emmett way.

"LB!" he bellowed. "You'd better pick something good. And watchable. Just 'cause you're a fancy USC film school kid doesn't mean you can get elitist on us."

Bella just shook her head, frustrated, before scowling at Emmett, who had taken up shop, lying on the floor. "Stop whining, Em. Everyone knows that USC film school is all about 'the blockbuster.' You know, George Lucas graduated from USC, and Steven Spielberg has an honorary degree…" She trailed off and slid her DVD choice out of the binder and into my hand.

I grinned. "Slackers? Really?"

"It's hands down my favorite sex comedy. Starring that brief period when Devon Sawa got hot again, the other Pete—the one that's not Danny Tamberelli—from Pete & Pete, Jason Segal before anyone cared who he was, and the most brilliant comedian ever…Jason Schwartzman." She paused, her eyes peering into mine with such intensity that it took me aback for a second. "I'm impressed that you even own it, Edward."

"Well, thanks." I smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into me slightly, and I reminded myself not to look down at her boobs again. "I'm not always a movie snob, you know…"

Emmett snorted loudly. "Yeah, but when you're not a movie snob, you're a movie geek, so just put the damn thing in already. I'm psyched. I brought snacks!"

Smiling like a madman, Emmett magically produced two packages of double stuffed oreos and a tub of vanilla frosting from under Jasper's bed (where I assumed he had hidden them earlier). From his position on the floor, he looked up eagerly at Bella. I knew that this was their apology tradition; whenever one of them was upset, the other would bring oreos and icing. I thought it developed the summer when Bella's dad had been in the hospital, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure. Emmett was far closer with Bella than I was. Smiling widely in return, Bella shot out of her seat and was on Emmett's lap within a second, her arms flung around his neck.

"Apology accepted, Em."

Just then, the door swung open. Doesn't anyone knock anymore? Jake stood there in awe, gaping at Bella, who was still perched on Emmett's lap with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Uh, I was going to see if anyone wanted to come out with Seth and me tonight, but it looks like you guys are taken care of…" Jake trailed off, his eyes completely focused on Bella's chest. Seriously?

Jake moved to the side, allowing Seth to get a good look at Bella and Emmett's intimate position, too. It didn't go unnoticed by me that Seth's eyes dipped down to get a good look through Bella's shirt, too, before shifting uncomfortably. Yeah, man. We're all with you. Bella looked up and made eye contact with him. They both flushed the same shade of red as she awkwardly extracted herself from her position and slowly walked back to me.

The door slammed shut as Jake pushed Seth out of the bunk, mumbling something as they left. I was pretty sure that I heard a "Holy shit!" from Jake and a "Thank you, God," from Seth. Assholes.

There was a long beat of silence before the entire room (sans Bella) broke out into hysterical laughter.

"Aw, yeah. Now everyone knows you want up on this." Emmett motioned to his crotch as Bella wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"If you guys are finished, I'm putting in the movie," Bella reprimanded us, stomping her way over to the DVD player.

Looking around, I noticed that all eyes in the room were suddenly on me with matching shit-eating grins.

"What?" I mouthed. Emmett wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Jasper just smirked and nodded.

What the fuck are they looking at? Emmett leered at Bella, and then I got it. Douche.

My gaze snapped back to Bella as she turned and leaned down to put the movie into the player. Without conscious thought, my neck strained forward, staring at the tiny shorts that were riding upwards, revealing more of her luscious backside with every inch forward she leaned.

My cock twitched in my sweatpants and blood flooded my cheeks, startling the hell out of me. This reaction wasn't okay. Bella was a beautiful girl, but I needed to stop staring at her ass. Right now, Edward.

Annoyed (and looking for an excuse to look away without showing Emmett my newly acquired blush), I took the opportunity to sprawl out on my bed, my sore muscles finally relaxing into the soft goodness of my mattress. After putting in the DVD, Bella turned around to survey the room.

She cocked her head to the side, scanning her possible seating options. Jasper and Alice were sitting against the wall, side by side on Jasper's bed while Emmett and Rosalie were leaning up against the two beds respectively. And I took up my entire bed.

My body went to make room for her in my bed, but my head was screaming at me.

What are you doing? Do you enjoy torturing yourself? This is a bad idea. A bad, bad, idea.

Rationally, I knew that she could sit on the floor, but I was sure that didn't seem particularly appealing. Ignoring my belligerent inner voice, I scooched towards the wall, making room for Bella to lie down beside me. I patted the bed, motioning for Bella to come over.

"You already let me have your bed yesterday," she protested.

"LB, you're tiny. It'll be fine. Just get your ass over here before I change my mind."

She sighed loudly before happily plopping onto the bed. She lay down beside me, rolling to her side to fit neatly onto the small bed. I put another pillow underneath my head, propping me up further so that I could still see the screen, and I threw my arm around Bella's waist. She was like another little pillow. It was pretty great.

Until Bella started eating the oreos. Then it wasn't so great. My inner voice snickered mean "I told you so's" as my temperature rose, blood rushing to all the right (or wrong—depending on how I looked at it) places. Every time she leaned down to reach a cookie, her ass would inch closer to my crotch. It was hard enough keeping my erection down thinking about how little she was wearing while lying in my bed, but with her ass moving closer and closer to me, I was starting to have a serious problem. I was flush against the wall when she brushed up against the front of my sweatpants, causing me to panic and sit up quickly. Bella nearly tumbled onto the floor, but I was able to pull her back just before she slipped off.

"Sorry," I muttered, focusing on suppressing my newly formed erection. I knew I was apologizing to myself, too. My inner voice was right—letting the barely clothed, super hot girl into my bed had been a terrible idea.

She shot me a confused glare. "What the hell?"

"Uh, I got too hot."

"Oh-kay," she said, dragging out the word skeptically before shifting her body so that she was sitting beside mine, leaning against the wall.

"Shut up, you two—this is my favorite part," Rosalie chided, surprising the hell out of me. I didn't think that this would be her type of movie. I refocused my attention to the screen and saw that it was a really hilarious part of the movie.

Cool Ethan, played by Jason Schwartzman, was trying to sleep with the girl of his dreams, Angela, but he had done some pretty creeptastic things on his way to get there. He sifted through a number of apology presents to show to Angela, until finally he got to my favorite one, pulling out a treasure troll. I decided to voice the line along with him.

"I want to make sure that you and I are best friends, 'gnome' matter what?"

"Ethan, that's a troll," the voice on the television argued.

"Gnome it's not!" Bella and I exclaimed, shouting the punch line at the television simultaneously. I nudged her in the ribs, causing her to giggle and lean into my side. This was good. This was easy. And as long as Bella kept her ass about a foot away from my junk, tonight would be declared a success.

Yeah, but you still want to grab some of that, right? What'cha gonna do with all that junk? my inner voice snickered, singing the opening lyrics from "My Humps" on repeat.

Somewhere in between the hospitalized whore and the sponge bath and Cool Ethan's hair doll, I was able to tune out my nagging and guilty conscience and started to drift off. The past few days had really caught up with me, and I let my eyes droop.

What seemed like seconds later, I heard a slight disruption in the room…or maybe it was in my dream.

"…no, don't wake them…"

"…only time I've seen them relaxed…"

"…adorable…"

I lifted my head up groggily and grunted to alert the room that I was awake. I felt movement on my lap and saw that Bella had also fallen asleep; her head resting on my thigh. Everyone looked like they were going to jump back into conversation, so I put my finger up to my lips, indicating that they should let Bella sleep, and I ushered everyone into the adjacent room to give her some uninterrupted, sober sleep.

"What time is it?" My voice sounded like gravel. All I could do was barely whisper.

"Midnight," Alice whispered. "The movie just finished."

Before I could comprehend what was happening, Jake bounded drunkenly into the room with one of my favorite people. It was the first time we were seeing each other since last summer, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

"Look who I found!" Jake grinned, slamming the door noisily behind him. I cringed, knowing that Bella would soon be awake, whether she wanted to be or not.

"Edward!" the petite blond called out, before throwing herself into my arms.

"Hey, Emily," I said sleepily into her hair. I was still in the process of waking up. I set her down on the floor, took a step back and really looked at her.

She hadn't aged a day since I'd first met her. Jake hadn't been really lying when he'd said she looked like a camper; she did look pretty young. To be honest, she was pretty young—only twenty one. She still had that super cute round face and a wide smile that lit up her crystal blue eyes. It was all surrounded by her short blond bob, which still had those hairs she could never manage to stay behind her ears. And I couldn't leave out her body. Her body was banging—to use Emmett's vocabulary. It was undeniably true. She taught field hockey and lacrosse, so she was tight in all the right places. Not going to lie…I'd seen them all. Repeatedly.

"I miss my Rainbows," she said, interrupting my blatant ogling. "I left them in your closet." And with that, she barged into my room.

It only took me seconds to realize that that was a mistake, but I didn't get the chance to stop her. I heard Emily's loud, "What the fuck?" before she came running out to me, arms wrapped around my neck. She leaned in to whisper into my ear, but she was obviously a little tipsy, so everyone around us could hear.

"Edward! Did you know there's a girl in your bed? I thought we were going to end up in your bed. Now where will we go?" I kissed her cheek before nodding and unwrapping myself from her arms.

"Hey," a very sleepy and rumpled-looking Bella called from my door, waving awkwardly. "Your bed's vacant now. Sorry about that. I must have fallen asleep during the movie…" She looked at the ground and crossed her arms protectively across her chest, looking anywhere but at me. "You should have woken me up."

"Don't worry about it." I smiled, hoping to lessen Bella's discomfort. I could see her eyes flashing from me to Emily and then back again. "Bella, this is Emily." I gestured. "Emily, this is LB."

Emily's eyes widened before she ran up to Bella and threw her arms around her. I'd forgotten what a friendly drunk she was.

Bella mumbled a soft, "Oh, boy…" I tried to hold back my laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. Emmett didn't even try. His laughter came out in loud guffaws. Yup, still a douche.

"You're LB? Oh my God! You're famous! I've seen all your videos. Edward has a whole DVD of them in the shack! That one where—" Emily paused for a second before spinning around quickly and turning to point at Alice with excitement "—you! You play all five Spice Girls. I loved that one. So original." Emily babbled drunkenly, slurring ever so slightly.

"You have a DVD of my videos?" Bella gaped, her eyes trained on me.

"Well, yeah. I archive all of my campers projects…"

"By year," she argued. She knew my organizing system. What could I say? I had been found out. But seriously. I was proud of those videos. After all, I'd taught her almost everything she knew.

"Yours have always been my favorite, LB. And CAB Productions deserved some proper recognition. You'll now be remembered for generations," I joked.

"Remember when we watched it that night in the counselor lounge? Man, everyone was laughing so hard…" Emily continued on. Her drunken rambling was not ceasing anytime soon, apparently.

Bella just shook her head and leaned down, pulling the flip flops off her feet before handing them roughly to Emily. "Here are your flip flops, Emily. It's been real." I tried not to crack a smile at Bella's less-than-cordial attitude towards Emily, but it was kind of cute that she was grumpy. She walked over to Emmett, who looked amused. "I'm sleepy, Em, and I have no shoes. Let's roll."

Laughing, Emmett sat on the bed so that Bella could climb onto his back. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady." As soon as she was settled, Bella snuggled her head into Emmett's shoulder, and my stomach did that weird clenching thing again.

Stop freaking out, dude. It's Emmett. He's not going to take advantage of her.

Um, I'm sorry. Were you there last night?

Clarification: SOBER Emmett would never take advantage of her.

"Night," she called out as Emmett led the girls back towards their bunk.

"Night," I mumbled, feeling completely disoriented. "I'm exhausted," I admitted to Emily as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Why I was turning down no-strings sex when I was incredibly aroused, I had no idea. Maybe it was my subconscious just trying to be a decent guy and not take advantage of a clearly intoxicated girl. Probably not. Either way, I wanted to get into bed. Alone.

"Thasssokay. I wanted to visit Sam anyway." I nodded. Sam was Emily's co-counselor and best friend from high school. They were both local to Maine, but the only time they really got to see each other was during the summer now. Sam wasn't exactly my biggest fan. I suspected he always harbored some feelings for Emily, who clearly only saw him as a friend. That sucks.

"Tell him I say hi," I called out as she skipped out of the bunk. I shook my head. That girl had more energy than Alice.

Tired, I climbed back into bed. It was still warm from where Bella had been sleeping. With happy thoughts of the gloriousness of the invention of white t-shirts (I was all about the touch, the feel of cotton tonight), I succumbed to the darkness around me.

Chapter End Notes:

Boys can be so stupid. Any one of the Call Girls wanna step up and give Edward a good spanking? I'd volunteer, but my hands are tied (no, literally, Edward loves to dominate).

*Runs to computer* Edward, what are you typing?! I actually have important things to say this week! *Rolls eyes as he smacks my ass and skulks away* Told you…

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