Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I just fucked with all her characters.
Bella
"I mean, what the fuck!? Like…gahhhh. I just…He's so…Fuck!" Alice is pacing her room and trying to actually form a complete sentence. Apparently, Jasper was being a total fuckhole at school today, and Alice isn't sure how she should react. She hasn't told me exactly what happened yet, considering she can't speak coherently, but I've already made a secret vow to myself; if Jasper pulled anything remotely close to the shit he did the other night at the party, I'm kicking his tight little ass.
Edward and Jasper were both totally and completely out of line that night. Edward saved me, though, and he's unfairly hot, so I decided to let it slide. Jasper, on the other hand…well whatever happened with him and Alice this morning is going to determine his fate.
"You know," Alice huffs, still pacing, "sometimes I wish I really was a lesbian. Then I wouldn't have to deal with dickwads like friggin Jasper. And you know what else--"
"Alice," I interrupt. "Just tell me what happened."
She chuckles humorlessly at the memory before blurting it all out in a fast, high-pitched, Alice-esque jumble of words. "First that asshole had the audacity to feel guilty for what happened to you and then he gave me what sounded like a heartfelt apology and then he said that he doesn't want me to hate him while looking so fucking genuine and sweet I wanted to dry hump him in his basement and then he kissed me so good that I wanted to do a little jig or something…" She stops to take a few very much needed breaths, and then goes back to pacing.
"Alice…" I start apprehensively. "I don't see what's so bad about any of that."
She pouts her lips and whines, "It's making it really hard for me to be furious with him."
That is so like Alice; trying to stay mad at someone, when all she wants to do is jump his bones. Alice has always been the type to hold a grudge. Once, in fifth grade, she didn't talk to me for two weeks because I thought her Barbie Doll would look better with a mullet. I was wrong, and Alice made sure that I paid the price. That's just how she is.
And I understand that about her. I also understand that she's not the most rational person. So, I spend the next twenty minutes calming my best friend down, and then convincing her to cut Jasper a break. It takes a while, but she finally relents. And just like that, both Jasper and Edward have a clean slate.
Let's hope they don't fuck it up this time.
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Those embarrassing little moans are leaving my mouth again, but I could honestly give two shits. All that matters right now is the feel of him on top of him, the feel of him on my lips, the feel of him trailing his fingers over my skin. I can smell him all around me, clean and minty and musky and perfect.
His tongue glides over my lips, tasting me, before he gently nips at me, the sensation reaching all the way to my toes.
And, God, I never want this to end.
My hips start to grind into him, and he growls into my neck in response. My hands go to his hair, and I pull him back to my lips, plunging my tongue into his eager mouth and massaging it against his.
But it's not enough. I need more.
With my fingers still in his hair, I push his head down gently, and he takes the hint. He climbs down my body, leaving small kisses and shocks of electricity in his wake, until he's right wear I want him. Dipping his fingers into the waistband of my pants, he gives me one of those glorious, crooked, mischievous smiles.
And while he's shimmying my panties off of me, I can't help but whisper his name: "Edward. Oh, Edward."
"Bella," he whispers back in his silky voice. "Bella. Bella. BELLA!"
I startle awake at the sound of my name, and shoot up out of bed, not sure if I should laugh or cry. Damn, I wanted that dream to be real. So badly.
Alice is standing over me, holding two cups of coffee--thank the Lord--with an inquisitive look on her face. She just stares at me, her eyebrows raised.
"What?" I ask, my voice sounding groggy and tired.
Her expression looks concerned, then turns amused. Eyebrows still quirked, she asks, "Bells, what exactly were you dreaming about?"
A delicious, godlike, sexy, bronze-haired man.
I roll my eyes and sip my coffee. "I dreamt about unicorns and rainbows and candy-coated penises, Alice."
"Edward has a candy-coated penis? Jealooooouuussss."
"Alice, what are you talking about?" Because, really, how did she take unicorns and turn them into Edward? I know their pretty and magical and all, but unicorns have nothing on Edward Cullen. That's like comparing the Fresh Prince to Uncle Phil. There's just no comparison.
Alice primly sits down next to me on the bed and blows on her coffee, steam emanating from the paper Starbucks cup. "Remember when we went camping the summer going into fifth grade with Renee and Phil? And we all ended up sleeping in the same tent because you left ours on your bedroom floor?"
I don't see where she's going with this, but I nod anyway.
"Okay," she says slowly, like she's talking to a toddler or something. "Do you remember how Renee found out that you broke your Grandma Marie's vintage bud vase?" She leans forward, towards me, and waits for it all to click.
I think back to that horrendous weekend spent in the Forks woods.
It was uncharacteristically warm out, and I was sporting a wicked sunburn. Add four people, a two-person tent and a scratchy sleeping bag, and you get a very unhappy Bella.
I was wedged in between Alice and my mother, and Phil's fingers were somehow dangling in my face. Needless to say, there wasn't very much room, so there wasn't much privacy, either.
Which made my tendency to talk in my sleep a little problematic...
Oh. Oh. "Oh my God."
Alice puts both hands up, palms out, and stands up off the bed. "Bella--"
"No," I gasp. "I did not. Alice. Please. Tell me I did not say Edward Cullen's name in my sleep." I squeeze my eyes shut and mentally cross my fingers.
"Now, calm down, Bella," Alice whispers. "It's not a big--"
"I did, didn't I!?" My face is on fire as a blush seeps over every inch of my skin, and I have to bury my face in my hands to hide it.
A tiny hand rubs my back soothingly. "It's okay, Bells. Wet dreams are totally normal."
Alice
Last week around this time, Bella and I were getting all dolled up for what would be the night that led us to Edward and Jasper.
This Friday is going to rival that first one. Edward is having me, Bella, and Jasper over his house tonight to watch movies, eat popcorn, be semi-normal teens--whatever. All that matters is that this is going to be the first night since the party that me and Jasper will be alone, out of the public eye.
After Bella convinced me to let Jasper off the hook, things between us seemed to be at a standstill. We'd pass each other in the hallway or in the lunch line. He'd give me a wary smile and I'd toss my hair and grin right back. He'd wave and I'd shout a big "Hey you!" across the classroom.
He was tiptoeing around me, not sure if he was completely forgiven. And I must be pretty fucking frightening, because that boy would not even speak to me unless I spoke to him first.
Can you say 'whipped?'
Bella and Edward had the same problem. Edward seemed to coddle Bella after her little "incident" at the party. He'd carry her lunch tray over to our table for her, even though it was totally out of his way, considering he sat on the other side of the cafeteria. Bella would roll her eyes and thank him, then tell him how unnecessary his actions were. He was always around, always there to open a door, or grab Bella's arm before she slipped in a puddle, or carry her books. She seemed a little annoyed with it, but she'd always get this goofy grin on her face when he said, "You're okay." Which he said a lot, for some reason.
I swear, those two are the oddest people I've ever come across.
Besides the over protectiveness on Edward's part, the boys were really sweet this week. And their proposal to spend the night cuddling and watching cheesy movies only makes them sweeter.
"What does one wear to a movie night involving strapping young lads and lotsa cuddling?" I muse, sifting through my closet.
Bella looks up from the vanity, where she is vainly attempting to put on mascara, and shrugs. She furrows her eyebrow at the stick of mascara before tossing it back in my makeup bag. "Alice, I can't do it. I don't want to wear makeup, anyway."
"Isabella," I chide. "I can't make you look amazing for the rest of your life. You have to learn how to perform this tough task on your own."
She responds by whipping a tube of lipstick at my head.
"Ouch, Bells! Don't you know that Abbey Rose lipstick leaves a mark when wielded as a weapon!? Now put on some of that blush. You know how much Edward loves it when you look all flushed."
Blush isn't even necessary anymore, because at my mention of Edward, Bella gets this little smile on her face and her cheeks flood with color. If I didn't know any better, I'd think the two are engaged or some shit. Bella has been all light and airy lately, like she's floating around on her own little cloud, with Edward pulling her around in a toga. Like Zeus.
Mmm. I'm definitely adding that one to my list of fantasies. Jasper dressed as Zeus, penetrating me with his huge lightning bolt…
Steady, Alice. You gotta actually lose your V-card first.
I think the blissful vibe I've been getting from Bella has something to do with the simultaneous infatuation between her and Edward. They're both nuts over each other. I can tell. I mean, Bella was practically moaning the kid's name in her sleep.
I have a knack for these things. I can tell this is going to work out. In fact, I can practically see it. I can see Bella and Edward--all pale skin and bronze hair and red cheeks--together years from now. And then years after that, too.
And I'm never wrong about these things. I'm like a psychic.
I know, I know. It's short. And late. And not very exciting. Blame it on the pitiful amount of reviews I got for the last chap :(
Okay, I'm done whining. Those of you who did review or give me some advice, thank you.
Next chapter will be the movie date. Motivate me.