A new chapter. Maybe some questions answered, a bit clearer to where this is heading. It's not all gory sex, but most of it is.

The Things We Do.

Chapter One.

I watched her as she dressed wordlessly, and picked up her bag and opened my door and left without a goodbye.

And I let her do that because; I knew she'd be back later.

Looking around my room from where I laid, I finally got up, pulled out a t-shirt from my pile of clothes, then another pair of jeans.

What a shitty day today was.

Downstairs I found Carlisle and Esme in an intimate conversation.

Might have been an argument, but I couldn't tell.

Once I was down stairs, and made my presence by my usual grunt, they broke away from that conversation and Esme smiled brightly at me.

How fake.

"Hi, baby, was that Bella?" Esme cooed, and set the kettle on.

I saw Carlisle's eyes perp up at the name.

"Yeah," I said not looking at either of them.

"You have got to be kidding me," Rosalie said, from the couch, a magazine covering her lips and just the tip of her nose.

"Shut up, Rosalie."

"You can't just-,"

"I said, shut up, Rosalie."

Esme's eyes sort of narrowed but kept her smile.

"Now, now, Edward, no need to be so rash." She tusked, and poured Carlisle and myself a coffee.

Rosalie sort of huffed, and pulled her pink magazine higher up her face.

I wouldn't explain it in words to them because they wouldn't get it.

So I showed with my hands and just let them work it out for them selves.

Was Bella my girlfriend?

Instead of answering, I'd pull her into my grip.

Was Bella my arched enemy?

Instead of answering, I'd pinch her arm.

Harder then you're usual kid banter.

Flash back: Twelve years old.

Bella was struggling to change the music station on her old radio when Edward came in and fell on to her bed, his arms behind his head, grinning down at her.

"Hey, jingle Bell's."

"Hi… Edward…"she said as she narrowed her eyes at the crap radio then smacked it with her hands.

"Good morning Forks, and what a beautiful Sunday it is…" screeched out the radio.

Bella gasped and started to yank the zipper of her jumper down.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked, suddenly getting worried, sitting up and looking at Bella.

"It's…Sunday… Mum's gonna get… angry if I'm late for…church," Bella said, trying to hop out of her shoes.

Edward laughed at her as she tried to undo the tie at the back of her halter-neck that Alice had given her for her twelve birthday.

Bella huffed angrily and looked at Edward from over her shoulder.

"Fine jerk, if I can't un-tie it, then you do it," Bella growled and crossed her arms tightly.

Edward shook his head laughing and getting up from her bed to stand behind Bella from where she was in front of her full-length mirror.

Edward seemed so much taller then Bella when he was standing behind her.

Bella, who was still scowling at her shoebox that was stuffed with necklaces and jewellery at the floor, rolled her eyes when she found Edward just staring at them in the mirror.

"Hurry up and take it off, I'm going to be late," she said, reaching for his hands behind her and yanking them to the back of her neck where the two thin strings tied together.

Edward wasn't laughing anymore as he skilfully untangled the two knots from behind her neck, occasionally looking down, but he started at his hands in the mirror watching him-self take off her halter.

Bella stared at his hands too.

Once they were undone, Edward left them in his fingers, pressing his finger tips into the crocks of her neck bones and his palms pressed into her shoulders with the two strings still in between his fingers.

Her skin felt softer here.

Bella un-consciously moved her body back closer to Edwards.

Edward let the stings fall.

"…Party at the Whitlock's."

"Huh?"

"I said that the Whitlock's are having a party tonight at eight thirty," Esme gave me look which clearly said- 'You. Are. Going.'

"Whatever," I said, because I didn't give a shit.

I was turning into Bella.

Grabbing Carlisles toast and shoving it down my throat I dodged Esme's hugs and ditched Rosalie to get her own ride, I was out of that battlefield and in my car.

Carlisle re-married to Esme when I was thirteen.

Rosalie is Esme's daughter.

And since that first day, Rosalie has been trying to make me get off at her.

But has failed.

She can't take in the fact that there might actually be a guy out there who mightn't be attracted to her enough to shove their hands down their pants and fantasize about her bouncing buddies in front of their eyes.

She doesn't like challenges.

She can't be bothered.

So she might actually start to scream at you if you don't look down her cleavage.

Sometimes I felt the need just to look at her to make her feel saner.

Because that's just the caring person I am.

She has never had a guy not taken a liking to her outer self.

The inside she can handle, she knows she's a bitch.

But the outside is her deadly weapon.

A trap to all of those who have dicks.

And she is crushed to know that there is a dick out there who is immune to her feminine powers.

So she'll keep on taking it off, one by one, till my eyes hit her body.

So I suppose she'll be nude when that day comes.

I used to think she was very attractive.

But that was before I actually got close enough to smell her stench of 'Bitchiness'.

But that doesn't faze Emmett.

He can handle that much.

Pulling up into my normal parking spot I saw Alice and Bella whispering to each other by Alice's Porsche.

Alice looked vulnerable; I wondered what's going on with her these days.

Bella spotted my Silver Volvo, which she ignored.

And I rolled my lip up at her, and mouthed 'slut' because I knew she wouldn't give a shit.

The things we did, we do because we can't help ourselves.

So she'd hit me hard. Then she'd kiss me hard. Then pull me hard. Then scratch me hard.

And I'd let her do it because I deserved it.

And I'd do it to her, twice as much because she deserves it to.

Leaving evidence of our acts on each other's arms.

And all of these doings happened because of that big misunderstood mistake.

Because mistakes leave's scars.

More flashback's to come. Why did Carlisle seem so interested when Edward said 'Bella'?

And what happened back in their earlier teens?

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