Sorry for the wait! I just didn't have it in me to write for the past two weeks...

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Edward P.O.V.

Yeah.

I was kissing Bella-fucking-Swan.

Her lips were soft, I definitely noticed that. I had her up against the Pac-Man machine, kissing her slowly and persuasively, trying to coax her mouth open. It tasted like the pizza she'd had earlier, and it was only with our extremely close proximity that I realized that her lips were actually a pretty good size – not too pouty, not too thin.

But there was just one thing that was seriously pissing me off. Bella kept trying to push me away, or lean backwards, or get out of my arms, but she wasn't doing any of these actions with determination. It was like she knew she should, but part of her was still wanting to stay close to me. That was strange, seeing as how I believed that she hated me. Of course, I wasn't fond of her, either. Not by a long shot. But I had my reasons, and I was trying to make the kiss as enjoyable as I could. And even though she was willing to stay near me, her mouth was closed very tightly, showing that she still wasn't totally okay with everything.

Of course. The one time she decides to keep her mouth shut.

Finally, though, I heard Emmett behind us, cursing very loudly. I grinned, and released Bella, winking at her once before walking away, shoving my hands into my pockets. I kept chanting, Just let it go, don't ask questions, go back to playing Pac-Man, make this easy for me.

I shouldn't have expected so much.

"What the hell was that?" Bella asked sharply, appearing at my side. "You kiss me and then strut away like nothing happened? What is with you?"

I glared down at her and rolled my eyes, going for the silent approach. Still, she didn't give up.

"You really are a cocky bastard! I was starting to think differently, but-"

"Were you really, Bella?" I sneered, halting in the middle of the aisle to stare her down. "For some odd reason, I doubt it. You seem like the type of girl to create a person's personality the instant you see them, and then to keep that impression glued to them forever. So no matter what I do, nothing is going to change. I will forever be known as Edward Cullen, Cocky Bastard. And besides," I laughed now, smirking at her, "it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it."

Her face reddened, and she opened her mouth to say something else, but Emmett suddenly jumped between us, disbelief dominating his expression.

"Excuse me, I need to, uh, talk to my brother," he excused lamely, nearly clotheslining me to drag me away from the blushing girl. Once we were in the bathroom - which was made for only one person, might I add - he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, obviously waiting for an explanation.

"Can we go somewhere else to talk?"

"No, just spill."

I grinned, thinking of the only easy way to say it. "You owe me twenty-five bucks."

Emmett made a hissing noise through his teeth. "I can guess that part! But I thought you were totally against it! You said so yourself! Why did you change your mind?"

I remembered his voice from earlier, the two of us playing some racing game against each other at the far end of the arcade.

"What would you be willing to do for twenty-five bucks?" He had asked, all business.

We hadn't had any recent bets, since summer was probably the most eventful part of the year. It was something we usually did to pass the time and to piss off Alice for kicks or to entertain us in general since there wasn't much to do otherwise. "Anything for money."

"You have to kiss Bella for three minutes straight."

Okay, maybe not anything. Disgusted, I said, "No way!" And got out of the seat, walking away angrily. Emmett came up behind me, though, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Whoa, hey, why not? You have to admit, she's not bad looking."

I shrugged, admitting and denying nothing. "Why would I want to kiss her, though, Em? She's hated me since the instant she saw me, and I don't feel too keen on her, either."

"That's the point, brother dear!" He shook me, laughing loudly. "What else do you think a bet is for?"

I grumbled, intelligible even to myself, and sighed. "But I've never made you do anything so... so..." Awful. Embarrassing.The words kept supplying themselves in my head, but I found that I couldn't say one of them. There wasn't any word in the English language that could sum up my distaste.

He threw his hands into the air. "Fine! Fine, I don't care! It was just a suggestion for easy money!"

I rolled my eyes and walked away. In the other isle I saw Bella, some strange urge took over and the rest is history.

I ran my hands over my face as I explained this as shortly as I could to Emmett. He was still staring at me strangely, like he wasn't sure what was wrong with me - but then again, I didn't know either. This was driving me crazy. Part of me was telling me, Duh, it was for money, you dumbass. Just take it and forget about it. But the other part of me was remembering how nice her mouth felt against mine.

Somebody knocked on the bathroom door and Emmett groaned, his shoulders sagging. "Who is it? We're a little busy in here."

They knocked again.

"Oh, just go away!" I snapped.

And yet another knock, more persistent this time. I groaned and opened the door, putting a glare on. It quickly morphed into a scowl though, since it was Bella, standing with her hands on her hips, bottom lip jutting out in a annoyed manner.

"What do you want?"

"Tell me what that kiss-"

I sighed in frustration, walking out of the bathroom and closing the door, leaving one problem and going to the next. Sometimes that was all my life was, a series of issues that interlinked in a massive web, never leaving me with a spare moment to breathe or relax.

Bella looked up at me, her deep brown eyes alight with suspicion. "So?" She prompted.

"So. I kissed you. It was relatively okay. End of discussion."

She gaped. "'Relatively okay'?"

Oh yeah, like her kissing ability was the greatest of her worries. "What did you want me to say, Bella?"

"I don't know, maybe explain why you kissed me without giving me so much as a warning. It was like one second you were being assy, and the next you just poof," she did some weird flailing with her hands, "kissed me! It was totally out of nowhere, and weird, and, and..."

I leaned against the wall, figuring I was in for a huge earful.

"And you just-! Urgh! I can't even look at you right now," she grumbled, spinning on her heels and walking away, surprising me to no end. I had assumed that she would chew my ear of for a good hour, at least, but this was intruiging.

The bathroom door opened and Emmett poked his head out, looking thoroughly amused. "This is so worth the twenty-five."

Ignoring him, I pushed off the wall and started back over to the games. When I passed the first row, there was Bella, back to playing Pac-Man, a deep furrow set into her brow. Instead of steadily moving the joystick around, she was ramming it from side to side in a maniacal manner.

I kept going, deciding that it wouldn't be wise to engage a conversation with her when she was acting so scarily.

In the next aisle, I found Alice, and she was playing her favorite challenge - the crane game. Even though I knew she saw me in the mirror at the back of the mechanical bow, she payed me no mind, focusing more on retrieving the plush pink bunny that was her goal. I watched as she pressed the button, the crane lowered, and the claw barely skimmed the ear before lifting back up, empty.

"Damn!" Alice cursed, kicking the poor machine.

I noticed that the girls in the arcade were fare more prone to violence than any of the boys were.

"Having trouble?"

"Not as much as usual."

We stood there staring at the bunny for a second before she suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"

I looked back at my sister, at her worried face, and wondered how she knew something about me was amiss. She always managed to tell, even when I did my best to hide it.

"I kissed Bella."

Alice suddenly went into some kind of seizure, making strange noises and flapping her arms wildly. I just stared at her, hoping she would cut it out so that I could explain.

"B-But! You guys! Hate! What!"

I shook my head, putting my hands in my pockets. "I'm not exactly clear on it, either, and I was the one to initiate it. Emmett bet me, and I... just did it." I shrugged, trying not to be bothered her disbelieving expression. "She was there, so I-"

"Oh my God, Edward, tell me you did not just say 'she was there'! It's like your talking about a prostitude or something! Is that the kind of guy you are now?" I was going to interject, but she waved a finger at me, making me shut my mouth. "Why would you think like that? 'Oh, hey, lookie here, there's a pretty lady standin' over there! I think I'm gonna kiss her just for the hell of it!'"

"Alice, it's not like that! Jeez!"

"Then what is it like, hmm?"

I didn't answer her because I didn't know.

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The drive back to the neighborhood was beyond awkward. I could feel and see Bella's death glare boring holes into the back of my head. Emmett kept looking between the two of us and giving me a thumbs up while waggling his eyebrows. Alice seemed to be the only normal one, as normal as Alice ever is, chattering away in the back seat. No one was answering her, so I had to wonder who exactly she was talking to.

My hand tightened on the steering wheel as I thought more about what had happened.

I kissed her, shit, shit, I kissed her, I'll never be able to look at her face again.

Thankfully enough, I pulled into our driveway, and sighed. Finally, I would be rid of the demon in the back seat, and I had no plans to see her any time soon.

"Hey, Bella, why don't you ask your grandma if you can stay the night over at my house?"

I'm going to kill Alice.

I got out of the car before I could hear the answer. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. So I unlocked the house and ran up to my bedroom, planning on escaping from everything.

So much for that.

I feel like this doesn't sound like Edward, but I'm not too great at writing from the male point of view. Oh, and sorry it's short!

Reviews would be much appreciated! :)

Asta-la-bye-bye!