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WARNING: There will be drugs in this chapter. If that offends you, hit that cute little red X in the corner of your page NOW (:

Bella

Exactly one week ago, Alice and I were merely two names written on the class register at Forks High. We'd walk through the halls with our heads down, our school books pressed tightly to our sweater-clad chests, and try to not get bumped into. No one gave us a passing glance, or even mentioned our names, unless they were feeding off the lesbian rumor.

Which was fine.

We didn't mind the fact that we were invisible to the good people of Forks. We were just fine being each other's everything. And we were. Each other's everything, that is.

Alice was my moral support, my fashion adviser, my go to girl for movie suggestions.

I was her second family, her reason for passing Algebra, her person to call when the kids at school made fun of her.

And vice versa.

Whenever one of us needed something, the other would be there to fill that void. We would bend and twist ourselves to fit into whatever space needed occupying, just so we could see one another happy. There was nothing I wouldn't do for Alice, and I'm sure she'd say the same for me.

There was just one problem--our lack of male interaction.

Alice may have claimed she wanted to go to that basketball game because we needed other friends, but we both knew she preferred those other friends to have something dangling between their legs. And I don't mean a tail.

We could be anything for each other, but we couldn't grow dicks. That was just impossible. Unless you're Chaz Bono, that is.

So it was time to branch out. Which led us to Edward and Jasper.

If you asked me how it was possible, I'd be at loss for words, but somehow, someway, those two were interested in us.

At first, it was obvious we were only their weekend hookups. Everyone who was anyone knew that Jasper and Edward could not go a weekend without getting laid. It was common knowledge, and they prided themselves on that fact.

Maybe they thought deflowering the school lesbians would officially make them high school royalty. Maybe they fantasized about double-teaming unsuspecting nerds. Who knows?

Either way, we ended up in Jasper's basement with a bottle of alcohol making rounds between us. Things that night were beyond amazing.

Then the party. They really fucked things up. But it was to be expected. That's who they were, how they normally would treat a girl. They probably didn't expect us to even care.

But we did. A lot. And I like to think that made them realize that they wanted--needed--someone who cared. They were done with skeezy girls who wanted nameless fucks with anyone who was willing, for the sole purpose of upping their status. Jasper and Edward needed girls who were real. Who wouldn't disappear once the alcohol and condoms ran out.

They both knew it--they just didn't want to admit it. But we brought them to their senses. It was a miracle, it was strangely depressing--it was reality.

After that, they apologized for their asshole tendencies, and Alice and I accepted said apology.

Will they fuck up again? Probably. They're out of their comfort zone. But so are Alice and I. The boys have to learn to tone it down and we have to learn to let loose. Somewhere, smack dab in the middle, is where we'll meet. And that's where we can be blissfully happy together.

So when Edward decides he really needs a beer, or Jasper is craving a cigarette--they can have it. I'll be there to twist off that beer cap and steal a few swigs, and Alice will be there to hold the lighter and giggle when Jasper blows smoke rings. They'll teach us how to have fun, and we'll eagerly let them. And we'll show them that someone does care, and they'll appreciate it.

Or at least that's what I like to think will happen.

It's hard not to imagine such things when you're nestled under a blanket with your back pressed up against Edward Cullen's rock hard chest.

We're all sitting on Edward's huge couch, watching some stupid movie that Alice picked out. I don't know what it is; all of my attention has been devoted to one Edward Cullen.

Edward's fingers dance along the exposed skin on my arms, sweeping over the protruding bone in my wrist and touching each and every fingertip, before his entire hand closes around mine and gives it a tight squeeze. His other hand glides over my stomach, over my ribs. Leaning my head back on his shoulder and trying to ignore the furious thumping of my heart, I use my free hand to reach up and tug gently at his hair.

Part of my brain wonders if Jasper and Alice are paying any attention to our under-the-blanket shenanigans, but mostly I just worry about where Edward's hand is going to go next. Right now, it's still concentrating on my stomach, drawing lazy circles that leave trails of fire behind them. His fingers barely brush the under wire of my bra, and my stomach does a little flip.

I want him to touch me. James is the only person who's ever come close to touching me like that, and I want--no, need--Edward's hand to erase that memory.

But maybe that isn't the best idea. I mean, I may have been obsessed with this kid for ages, but he's only been interested in me for a week or so. I shouldn't be thinking about letting him fondle me just yet, right? Right?

No. I want this. I really want this.

But at the same time, I can't help but wonder if I'm considering it because I know it's what he wants. What he normally would expect from a girl. Which is pathetic. I'm afraid of losing him, and I don't even fully have him yet.

Swallowing a frustrated groan, I still Edward's roaming hand and hold it in mine. I settle back into him, wiggling my ass in his lap just for the thrill of it. He tenses minutely with my movement before relaxing again and bringing his lips to my ear. I can feel them stretching into a grin as he hums contentedly into my ear, the sound making me break out in a matching smile.

For a little while, I try to watch the movie, but it's too terribly obnoxious. The only ones actually watching it are Alice and Jasper, because the former would probably kick the latter's ass if he didn't know the name of every actor and actress and if her shoes matched his tie or what song was playing in the scene where they move the baby furniture into the new house. Those kind of things are important to Alice, for some odd reason.

My lack of interest in the movie combined with my current position--laying down horizontally with Edward spooning me from behind--makes my eyes flutter contentedly against my will, and before I know it, I'm plunging into the continuation of the dream Alice interrupted this morning, the dream about Edward.

Alice

There are certain clues that usually indicate Bella is about to talk in her sleep. One of them is she fitfully kicks all her blankets from her legs until they fall to the ground in a heap. Another is she'll start breathing a little faster and more excitedly than normal.

There's one more indicator. I've noticed that Bella tends to moan at random intervals right before she starts droning on about anything and everything. And that's what she's doing right now.

Barely noticeable groans are escaping her mouth, like words are attempting to come out but are getting strangled along the way. All I can think of is the last time I heard her talk in her sleep, the way Edward's name fell off her tongue in a velvety whisper, the way her body arched forward ever so slightly, like she was searching for his warmth.

I can't let her do those same things right now, right in front of Edward himself.

Perhaps a little too hurriedly, I roll off the couch and shoot up in front of the television, blocking everyone's view, my eyes trained to Bella's lips.

"Alice? What're you doing?"

I look at Jasper and realize for the first time how I'm standing. My legs are shoulder-width apart and my form is concaved minutely, like I'm preparing to sprint in Bella's direction if I have to--which I kind of am anticipating.

Straightening myself I nonchalantly say, "This is boring. Let's do something else."

I am met with a two pairs of raised eyebrows and another moan from Bella's end.

Edward gives me a disbelieving snort. "Alice, all you've been talking about all day is how much you love this movie. Hell, you wouldn't let Jasper take a piss because you didn't want him to miss the scene where the little kids flash each other."

"Okay. First of all, those kids are adorable. Second of all, fuck you, Edward. And third, can we do something else or not?"

Jasper stands behind me and tucks a wayward hair behind my ear. "Sure, Doll. What do you want to do?"

Edward's head snaps up--he was looking with reverence down at Bella's sleeping face--with a wicked grin on his face. "I know what we can do." The way he says it, it sounds like an innuendo of some sort.

The look that Jasper answers with could kill. He and Edward have a sort of silent conversation with Jasper's nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and Edward just smirking. He looks like he wants to laugh at how angry my Jasper is getting.

I want to ask what it is Edward was going to suggest, but I don't want to infuriate Jasper any more, and Bella's groaning is picking up speed. I need to get her up. Fast.

"HEY BELLS!" I shout, leaning in her general direction.

She startles awake with a violent jerk, almost sending both her and Edward off the couch. "Jesus, Alice!"

Ignoring her little outburst, I say, "We're trying to figure out something to do."

"Here's a thought," Bella says, her voice still groggy from sleep, "let's all take a nap." She pulls Edward's arms around her and closes her eyes with a content smile.

God. Am I really gonna have to spell it out for her? "Hey. Bells." She doesn't open her eyes, she just hums in acknowledgement. "How did your mom find out about that broken vase again? I can't seem to remember."

Bella's eyes open and widen in horror at my little hint. "Oh my God," she mouths before shooting up off the couch. "Alice, I left my phone in your car!" she says too loudly to be considered appropriate for normal conversation. "Come with me to get it."

Following her outside, I look back at Jasper. He's standing stiffly in the same spot, glaring at Edward. But then I round the corner, into Edward's foyer, and I can't see what's happening anymore.

"What did I say?" Bella asks once Edward's front door slams shut behind us. She grips my shoulders with both hands and squeezes tightly.

Removing her hands, I tell her, "Nothing, thanks to me. I woke you up before you could say anything."

Bella breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Ali. Really. You saved my ass."

"You're welcome, girl."

The two of us, not quite ready to return inside, sit down on the porch steps leading to Edward's home. It's an immaculate place, much larger than the rest of the homes in Forks, probably due to the fact that Mr. Cullen is one of the most respected surgeons on this side of Washington. A winding driveway through thick clusters of trees hides the house from all outside scrutiny and a wrought iron gate separates the estate from a small lake. It's like a country club, minus the golf course, almost.

I rest my head on Bella's shoulder, and she pats my knee. "Do you like him?"

Bella's question catches me off guard, and I have to take a minute to process it before I can answer. "Of course I like Jasper. But it's too soon to tell if I should like him or not, you know?"

She nods. "Yeah. Same here."

We collectively sigh, our breaths coming out in frozen wisps. It's dark outside, the only sounds being the passing of cars and the chirping of insects. The stillness of night is peaceful, and it calms the nerves that I didn't even realize needed calming.

That's when I realize that Jasper's mere presence excites me and scares me and makes me feel. Without him, I can relax and let down my guard, but with him…with him I'm a new person. I'm light and airy, and I feel beautiful. I may be nervous around him, but I'm thrilled to be next to him. He puts an extra beat in my heart and a fluttering butterfly in my stomach. It's a feeling I can't and won't give up--it's exhilarating.

"Think we should go back in?" I ask Bella. I need to get back to him. Now.

She nods. "Guess so. What do you think we're gonna do now?"

"No clue."

It seems Jasper and Edward are discussing the same issue. The moment we walk through the door, Bella and I can hear Jasper saying, "No, Edward. Absolutely not," in what sounds like a hushed shout.

Bella silently shuts the door, and the two of us move in closer to the living room, so we can hear both sides of the conversation.

"Dude, Jas, it won't hurt to ask. They're cool girls. They won't get pissed."

"Edward we have been in their good graces for all of twenty-four hours…"

"Jasper. Come on. They're bored, I'm bored, you're bored. And there's nothing better to do at my house."

"Are you fucking insane--?"

Before Jasper can finish his sentence, Bella shoves me through the door. The boys look at me, Jasper looking bewildered and Edward looking amused.

"What's up?" I ask innocently.

Edward wastes no time. "Are you two up for trying something new?"

Grasping at straws, Jasper blurts out, "You don't have to say yes."

I walk to him and grip his hand, a reassuring smile on my face. "What did you have in mind, Edward?"

Bella

Weed. That's what he had in mind. When he pulled the tiny plastic bag out of his back pocket, I didn't know if I should be offended, or excited, or maybe even disgusted.

But, somehow, Edward convinced us to try it with his enticing voice and reasonable logic. "It's not that bad," he'd said. "It's not like it's cocaine or heroin or anything like that. It just makes you feel so damn good. And then it wears off, no harm done."

Alice and I had looked at him skeptically, while Jasper stood off to the side, looking like he was about to bite Edward's head off.

That was when Edward's eyes softened and his head lowered. "Sorry," he'd said quietly. "I don't want to pressure you girls into anything you don't want to do."

That was the thing. Edward had never really pressured anyone before. The girls he was used to hanging out with were down with pretty much anything. Those girls would have snatched that marijuana out of Edward's hand and rummaged in their purses for a lighter.

Edward wasn't used to girls as straight and narrow as Alice and me. He realized this though, and apologized, so we forgave him.

But that left a deep-set curiosity in the pits of our stomachs. Now that it was right in front of us, in abundance, we had to see what all the hype was about.

I rationalized my decision, of course. I told myself it was all part of the plan--the plan to stop wasting the freedom that comes along with young age. I told myself I was filtering into Edward's world a little more. I told myself I'd never know if I didn't try.

Those justifications are what got me where I am now--sitting on Edward's back deck (so that his house doesn't reek of smoke) wrapped in a blanket and strong arms.

"Okay, Bella. Here you go." Edward places the packed bowl in my hands and moves them both to my lips. Then Jasper leans forward in his plastic lawn chair, being sure to keep Alice securely on his lap, to light it for me. "Inhale," Edward instructs.

The orange glow in the bowl brightens when I suck in, and a burning heat rushes down my throat. The taste is odd, indescribable, but fuckgood. I want more, and I find myself sucking harder on the glass bowl between my lips.

Edward stops me, though. "Easy," he says softly, moving the piece away from my lips. As soon as it's gone, I realize it was too much. I begin coughing fitfully, so much that it feels like my lunch is going to come right back up. Edward rubs my back as I hack away.

"You okay?" I hear Alice ask in a small voice. Poor girl. My little coughing fit has probably convinced her to pass on the whole kush experience.

With one last cough, I say, "Yep." A lazy grin spreads across my face. "I'm fine."

Much of the same happens to Alice when she takes her first hit. She delicately coughs, her hand fisted into Jasper's jacket.

After that, the bowl makes rounds between us, and I can start to take hits without so much as a wheeze.

I watch as Edward repacks the bowl and holds it to his mouth with one hand, lighting it with the other. He sucks in, and I can't help but giggle at his expression as the smoke enters his system. Once I start laughing, though, I can't stop. Then we're all snickering at nothing, looking at each other's crinkled eyes and exposed teeth, and erupting in gut-busting laughter.

Time has no meaning. It goes slow, then it goes fast. I lose track of it altogether.

And Edward was right about it feeling good to be high. My limbs feel like easy flowing waves and my eyes are drooping and I feel like I don't have a single care in the world.

Edward turns me around so I'm facing him and straddling his lap. "Hi," he breathes.

"Mmm. Hi." My eyes flutter and I feel like I'm swaying a little bit.

Edward chuckles, but at what I'm not sure. "How do you feel?"

I smile. "Ahhhhmazing."

He kisses me softly on the lips once. A shock of electricity seems to emanate from his lips, and I feel their absence right away. "Good," he says, his voice husky.

And then we're latched onto each other by the mouths, taking and giving all we have, pouring ourselves into the other and sharing everything that's good about what we have. Me and Edward. We. Us. Right now, in this very moment, we are one entity.

I just want to say one thing--I do not in any way condone the use of marijuana. It is a part of this story because it goes along with the plot. It adds to the fact that Alice and Bella are caught up in the typical teen mindset that they have to change to fit into other's lives, when they should really just be who they are. This is why they smoke the weed. I am not trying to glorify it.

That being said, you were warned. If you were offended by this, I am truly sorry. But this scene will continue in the next chapter. Remember: you were forewarned.

Also, I'm having a little contest. Here's how it's going to work: If you can guess the movie that Alice chose for the group to watch, I'll write you a oneshot about absolutely anything Twilight related. It can be an outtake from this story, or someting completely original! Whatever you want! Guess via review. The first person to guess correctly will win, obviously.

Here's some hints:

-There was an actor mentioned earlier in this fic. He starred in this movie.

-I was watching the Fresh Prince while writing this chapter. Yeah. Figure that one out.

GOOD LUCK! I hope someone gets it, because I feel like I'm not giving enough hints...