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Also, I realized as I reread some of my writing that there are a few sentences that are hard to make sense of. Even for me, the writer. I haven't gotten any complaints, so I thank you all for that. But, keep in mind that I'm only sixteen…my writing skills aren't as crisp as some of the other fanfic ladies out there, and for that I apologize. Please continue to ignore my horrid attempts at literature haha.

Note: the italicized portion is a flashback…

I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does.

Bella

"Favorite band?" Edward asked as he absentmindedly twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. If only he knew how little things like that drove me crazy…

"Uhh, I don't know. I like too many; it changes from day to day."

"Well who's your favorite today?"

"Nirvana," I blurted out, without even thinking twice. I slowly lifted my head off of Edward's chest to turn around and look at him.

He blinked once before answering. "Hmm. Great band, but I was thinking you'd go for something more recent. That's twice in one night you've picked Nirvana," he mused, bringing up how I'd chosen "Heart-shaped Box" out of all the other songs on his iPod before we came to the meadow.

I shrugged. "I guess I'm just in a grunge mood today."I turned back around in his lap and laid my head on his chest. He immediately went back to fingering my hair.

Edward nodded at my lame explanation and awaited my question. For the past hour or so we'd been alternating asking each other completely ridiculous questions, promising honest answers no matter how embarrassing. I found it extremely hard to just submit to those interrogations, but Edward always answered without hesitation.

I tapped my chin as I thought of my next question. Think, think, think…nothing. It was taking so long for me to think of something, that Edward was now humming to himself, no doubt trying to entertain himself.

Desperate to not come off as boring, I opened my mouth and welcomed any words, any words at all. "What do you want to do now, Edward?" I heard myself purring suggestively. Woah. Where did that come from?

I could feel Edward's muscles twitching and straining as he turned me around quickly in his lap, so that I was straddling his legs and breathing in his scent. He pulled me close, so that our chests were touching. Dear Lord…

Looking me dead in the eye he said, "Bella, all I've wanted to do all night is kiss you."

Kiss me? Me? Isabella Swan? The school lesbian? By all means, Mr. Cullen…

I didn't say anything. I simply flung myself at him. Our lips latched, and I was immediately overcome with the taste. I didn't even know it was possible for the inside of someone's mouth to taste so damn appetizing. It was like Listerine without the burn and vanilla and sex and Edward. Amazing.

Once the taste buds on my tongue stopped howling with pleasure, and I was able to gather my thoughts, I become aware of how perfect we fit. How his lips somehow found mine no matter which way I turned my head. How his tongue managed to dip in and out of my mouth at the right moments, never straying from the right area and never once making me feel like he was bathing me with his tongue, like most guys do. And how my soft, involuntary moans weren't even embarrassing because they only seemed to fuel him more…

Mid tongue swirl, it happened. Just as his hand was running over the length of my back, ready to take me to places I've never been before, a set of headlights appeared on the trail leading to the meadow, stopping right behind the parked Volvo.

Edward and I stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped thinking.

Silently, we watched as the lights of the car shut off, and the door creaked open. A dark shadowed stepped out and closed the door behind him, the noise making Edward and me jump in the darkness. We heard a subtle click before a beam of light from a flashlight starting sweeping the far end of the meadow, only a yard or so from where we were still laying.

"What do we do?" I hissed in Edward's ear, the panic in my veins making me a little jumpy.

"We have to get back to the car once he's far away enough." Edward whispered into my hair, his breath chilling the skin on my neck.

We waited for what felt like years, but was really only a minute or two. The beam of light and the dark figure were now walking in the opposite direction from us, so we scooped up our blanket and broke out in a sprint to the car.

Shirtless. Shit. I completely forgot that my shirt was balled up somewhere in Edward's car. The freezing night air whipped against my bare chest without the protection of the blanket, and my teeth started to chatter.

But I kept running, Edward's hand pulling insistently on mine, trying to get me to go faster.

I fell. A lot. But somehow, praise the good Lord, we made it to the Volvo.

Edward slinked into the driver's seat and hastily unlocked the passenger side door for me. Just as I lowered myself onto the cool leather, the beam of light shone against my back, and I swear I heard someone yell, "Bella?" in a confused and somewhat horrified way.

I slammed the door without looking back at the dark figure, and Edward sped away down the trail.

When we turned around to head back to Jasper's, I saw the car that had been parked behind Edward's. It was a police cruiser with a mustached cop staring off into space with a troubled expression, in the front seat, like he'd just seen his virgin daughter frolicking around shirtless with a strange teen/god…

Alice

I look at Bella, then I look at Edward. I do this a few times. I look at Jasper a couple times too, just because he's nice to look at…

And then I just start cracking up. I laugh until I literally can't breathe.

I mean, come on! Charley! Bella would finally make out with the man of her dreams, only to have her officer daddy ruin it all.

My laughter is immediately cut off by a sock to the shoulder from my dear best friend. "Alice!" Bella whines. "Not funny!"

"Bella, sweetie, it's hilarious," I say between a few giggles.

She pouts her lips and puts her hands on both hips. "Oh yeah? Well I bet you won't find it very funny when my dad shows up at your house to make sure we're both there snug in your bed!"

That little ditty made Jasper and Edward's ears prick up. "You guys share a bed when you have a sleepover?" Edward asks. When will the male population get over this sick fetish for girl on girl action?

"Focus!" Bella screeches. "Now is not the time for you to imagine us rolling around between the sheets!"

"Too late. That's all I can think about now…" Jasper mumbles. Silly boy.

I walk over to Bella's slightly trembling figure and pull her away from Edward's arms--much to her dismay. I fold her in my arms and smooth her hair, just like I always do when she's upset. Her shoulders immediately slump and I feel her entire body relaxing. "Okay, Bells. What do we do?"

"Want me to take you ladies home?" Jasper suggests sweetly.

Bella and I look at each other. It's clear on both of our faces that neither of us wants to go anywhere. I want to stay here, where I can sleep on a concrete floor with Jasper's arm as a pillow. And I'm sure Bella wants to do the same with Edward.

But right now, the most important thing is making sure the Chief doesn't lock us up for the rest of our high school careers.

So it looks like we're going back to la casa de Brandon. Sigh.

Jas and Edward drop us off at my house at two thirty in the morning. They help us climb back through the window to my room.

Once I'm in, Jasper hisses my name from down below, outside in the darkness. "Psst…Alice…"

"What is it, Jasper?" I ask, leaning over the window sill.

"Let us take you girls to a party tomorrow night. We'll pick you up here at eight."

I look at Bella for confirmation, and she gives me a quick nod. "Okay, sounds good," I whisper out the window.

"Goodbye, ladies…" the boys call as they hurry off back to Edward's Volvo.

Sure enough, Chief Swan calls Bella's phone a mere three minutes after we crawl into my queen-sized bed. We assure him that we've been here all night, just minding our own business, and he eats it right up. Mission accomplished.

Bella

"Alice…" I groan. I turn so I can look at my butt in the mirror. Sure enough, the jeans Alice bought for me are so tight that my ass looks two times bigger than it normally does. Not to mention the fact that when I bend down, the straps of my lacy, pink thong (also picked out by Alice) stick out blatantly. Stupid Alice and her obsession with making me look like a teenage sex-symbol.

"Relax, Bella," Alice sighs as she assaults my head with a can of hairspray. "You need to loosen up."

I roll my eyes. "No, Alice. You need to stop dressing me like a skank."

She sets down the can of hairspray and picks up the mascara, quickly coating my lashes with the black gunk. "Bella, please do not insult me like that. I would never dream of dressing you like a skank! I'm simply just dressing you accordingly for our plans with the boys tonight."

The boys. God. We've only been on speaking terms with Jasper and Edward for a little over twenty-four hours now, and already they are "the" boys. As in, "the only boys we want." Or maybe, "the only boys in Forks High crazy enough to talk to us." Whatever it is, Alice and I have somehow made them our own personal property in our minds.

At exactly eight o'clock, Alice and I hear a horn blaring outside her window.

We opt for the door this time, instead of the window, considering we have nothing to hide. Well, at least, not really. We told Alice's parents and Charley that we are going to a "small get-together" with a "few close friends." Alice's mom nearly jumped out of her chair when we told her that we had friends other than each other. We agreed to be home by one, and Charley mentioned that he had a breathalyzer in his cruiser, if he needed it.

"Hey, boys!" Alice chirps as she crawls into the back seat of Edward's Volvo, for the second time in two nights.

Jasper and Edward both shout hello's over the music blasting through the speakers. Tonight, they're playing "My Neck, My Back" by Khia. I guess their silly tradition of playing dirty songs about illegal and sexual things continues without Rosalie and Emmett. A slow blush creeps up my face when Khia sings about getting licked in all the right places…

Ten minutes later, we arrive at a huge brick house that has all it's lights on. Music is pouring out of the cracked windows, and there are stable people filtering into the house, and completely inebriated people stumbling out. Off to the side of the house is a deck with a hottub, where at least twelve people are jammed, all practically sitting on top of each other, some fully clothed, others half-naked…one guy completely naked. There are three kegs sitting in the front room of the house, with people crowded around them, filling their cups and talking animatedly.

I feel Alice's hand brush nervously along the small of my back, letting me know that she's there, right behind me, and we're going to stick together through this. Our first high school party. Complete with booze, boys, and bombshells. And then there's us, standing with our mouths agape like we just walked into the Twilight Zone.

Edward walks to one of the kegs and fills a red plastic cup with frothy beer. Taking a swig, he turns to us, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Well, ladies, have at it. Grab a beer, go mingle. Enjoy yourselves."

He says this like it's the easiest thing in the world. Little does he know, it's probably the hardest. For one, Alice and I can't drink, considering my father is a police officer with all the equipment he needs to check my BAC. Secondly, who the hell are we supposed to "mingle" with? Alice and I have known pretty much every person here since grade school, but we don't actually like any of them. Apart from Jasper and Edward, of course.

We just stand there stupidly and refuse to move.

Jasper notices our discomfort. "Really, girls. Go. Edward and I have to go find Rose and Em, anyway."

Are they insane? Are they actually going to leave me and little Ali here alone to fend for ourselves? The answer is yes, they are. Edward clutches his cup in his hand and disappears into a crowd of people without another word, while Jasper begins to fill his own cup.

"Hey!" Alice screeches beside me. "Jasper, please tell me you are not getting yourself a beer!"

Jasper just looks at her, with his eyebrows raised, and continues to fill the cup.

I can see the little pixie's face getting red with frustration. "Don't you dare drink that, mister," she says through clenched teeth, her hands on her hips.

"And why not, little one?" Jasper asks with his sexy ass Southern accent.

"Because Bella and I have to be home at one in the morning on the dot, and either you or Edward has to drive us," she spits. "And Edward is already getting his drinking on, so it looks like you're shit out of luck!"

Jasper rolls his eyes and raises the red cup to his lips, slowly. A smirk is on his face as he puts the rim of the cup to his lips and promptly drains the whole thing. He tosses his head back with a satisfied "Ahhhh." He crumples the cup easily in his fist and tosses it aside, the cocky grin back on his face.

Hesitantly, I look at Alice. I know that move from Jasper probably has her ready to rip his head off, and I need to be prepared to hold her back. But she doesn't look pissed at all. Instead, her small, delicate face is contorted with too many emotions at once. She looks confused, upset, hurt, shocked. Her lip quivers a little and her eyes narrow into two slits. She flips her hair and turns around, weaving through the throngs of people.

I glare at Jasper, who is chuckling softly and downing another beer, and then hurry off behind Alice.

"Ali…" I shout over the music, but she doesn't stop.

I grab hold of the back of the tight, purple shirt Alice is wearing so we don't get separated. The two of us snake through the crowds for a few minutes before Alice marches up to a couple who are grinding on each other like there's no tomorrow.

Alice asks the couple something, but no one can hear her over the music and chatter. The dancing couple shrug their shoulders and Alice yells, "BATHROOM?" They point to a door to our left, and Alice drags me in and locks the door behind us.

"What the fuck!" she shrieks once I flip the light on. "They are being such jackasses! First Edward walks away, without even saying anything, then Jasper goes and starts drinking when he has to drive us home later tonight! Fuck!"

"Okay, calm down, Ali," I say. I press on her shoulders until she eases herself down and sits on the edge of the bathtub. "Charlie told me that for each beer you drink, it takes about an hour to wear off. So we'll just go find Edward and tell him to stop drinking this instant. He should be okay to drive by the time midnight rolls around."

"And how do you know Edward will listen? How do you know he won't blow you off like Jasper blew me off?"

Honestly, I can't see Edward doing that to me. Not after the night we spent together. He was so sweet and gentle. The way he looked at me and lightly grazed his lips against mine proved that he had it in him to be a good guy. And I really think he likes me. There's this sort of undeniable connection between us that can't be ignored. He'd stop drinking if I asked him too. I'm sure of it.

I'm sure Jasper and Alice had a connection last night, too, but she wouldn't really talk to me about it. When I asked her how things left once Edward and I went to the meadow, she just blushed furiously and shook her head, a strange look on her face.

"He'll listen to me, Alice," I tell her confidently.

Boy, was I wrong.

When I finally track Edward down, he's already tipsy. There are empty cups cluttered around him on the couch he's lounging on, and his eyes can't seem to focus on anything for a long period of time. Rosalie and Emmett are sitting on either side of him, feeding him shots of something as they laugh and joke about God-knows-what. Jasper is sitting in a recliner in front of them, sucking down yet another beer and laughing at his friends.

I stand right in front of Edward and snap my fingers in front of his face. "Hey. I need to talk to you."

A slow smile spreads across his beautiful face and he leans toward me a little. "Are you trying to get me alone, Swan?" he laughs.

What?

He pats Rosalie's knee insistently and says in a slurred voice, "The girl can't get enough of me, Rosie!" This, of course, brings on a round of laughter from every single member of the Fierce Foursome.

I feel my cheeks getting hot and my chest tightening. Alice tugs on my elbow, trying to extricate me from this terrible situation, but I hold my ground.

"Edward," I growl. "You're drunk."

He nods and tilts his head back, pouring a shot down his throat. "Tell me something I don't know."

Alice tries pulling me away again, but I shrug her off. "Okay. Well are you aware of the fact that you have to drive me and Alice home by one? Oh, and my father's a cop?"

Edward smiles drunkenly and blinks a few times. He opens his mouth to say something, but Bitch Hale beats him to it.

"Bella, dear? Can you please back the fuck up and leave poor little Eddie alone?" she says with venom in her voice. "Let the man enjoy himself, for Christ's sake." She looks right in my eye. "Run along now, girls."

She then proceeds to lean across Edward's body to make out with Emmett who just laughs and tangles his fingers in her hair. Edward leans back and chuckles as the two devour each other's faces with "poor little Eddie" smooshed between them.

Tears are welling up in my eyes. How did this happen? How did the tender Edward I snuggled up with last night turn into this cold, asswipe Edward?

I don't pull away this time when Alice tries to drag me away from the Foursome.

For a while, Alice and I just sit on one of the couches in the other room and don't say anything. We just stare at the floor in front of us and wait for it to be time for us to walk ourselves home where we'll put on a happy face and say we had a fantastic time. Only three more hours to go. How hard can it be?

Suddenly, the cushions sink as someone lowers themselves next to us. I pry my gaze up to my left and see a handsome guy who I don't recognize smiling at me. His face is rugged with five o'clock shadow, and his eyes are a deep blue. His hair is a sandy blonde that's cropped short.

He looks from my face to Alice's and his smile turns into a frown. "Now what has you two lovely ladies feeling so blue?"

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