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I hope you guys enjoy this one. This chapter is called Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this one as much as my other two. I'm having a lot of fun writing it. Please leave me a review when you've finished reading.

Summary: They'd known each other practically their entire lives, and they were in love. They knew that one day they'd be married with a family. They were supposed to be together forever. But what if forever is coming sooner than they expected? ExB AU OOC ALL HUMAN!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the beloved author of the Twilight saga, Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing!

Chapter 1- Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you,
Cause I know that you feel the same now.
You're the closest heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't want to go home right now.
And all I can taste is this moment,
And all I can breathe is your life,
And sooner or later it's over,
I just don't want to miss you tonight.

Bella's POV

I snaked my arms around his neck, burying my hands deep into his hair. His lips burned when they touched mine, leaving a tingling sensation behind when he trailed them down my throat. He ran his hands up my thighs, squeezing them roughly while he did so. I loved the feeling of his rippling back muscles under my fingertips. Although blue fabric covered them, I could touch the powerfully built form he had.

Edward Cullen was perfect.

Any time he spoke, my heart thudded, and butterflies began to have the time of there lives inside of my stomach. The way his fingers seemed to caress my skin sent my sensibility into overdrive. He had bronze, tousled hair that always seemed like a mess with prominent cheek bones and pale, alabaster skin. His emerald green eyes bored into mine every time he looked at me, making my breathing become hitched in my throat. His body was like a Greek god with the chiseled abs and strong arms. There wasn't a single part of him that wasn't wonderful.

A smirk tilted the corner of his lips upward while he kept them pressed against my throat, and I found myself reciprocating the smile. He leaned the lower half of his body forward, pressing it into my thigh, allowing me to feel how aroused he was. It was shocking that I could turn him on when I never saw anything that special about myself. He continuously told me that I didn't see myself the way he did.

His lips dragged over my jaw while he sucked at my skin with a hunger that was sensual. There was always a fire and electricity building between us in moments like this. And I loved every second of it. I opened my eyes for a second to see his wondrous face, and damn was he beautiful. His eyelashes seemed to go on forever while his pink lips looked fierce and plump.

Edward's back hit the ceiling of the Jeep when he fixed his position over my body so he was more comfortable. Sometimes, I wondered if he just borrowed this Jeep from his dad because of the way the seats folded down. He had a Volvo, but there really wasn't much room inside of it.

The calloused skin of his fingers trailed up to my breasts over the fabric of my t-shirt, touching and massaging the area. He positioned himself in between my legs, his arousal now rubbing against my core. Edward slipped his tongue into my mouth while a small moan of approval rolled in his throat.

Edward and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. He moved into the house next door when I was just five years old. Since then, we've been inseparable, and it would take practically the jaws of life to tear us apart. We've went through the embarrassing awkward stages together when I had little buds as breasts, and when his voice was squeaky while his height was three times shorter than mine. We'd been through the adventures of growing up and becoming young adults, and we'd discovered what love truly is.

I loved him more than I loved life itself. And he, the same. I could never imagine spending my life with anyone else other than the man above me. It made no sense to say one of our names without attaching the other to it. We were EdwardandBella. No spaces in between. We may as well have been the same person.

Gently, I pushed back on Edward's chest, trying to get him to sit up. Things were going too far now, and like always, I had to be the one to stop it. Edward was always too eager to continue what we started. When he lifted his head with a frown on his face, I smiled at him. His lips were still shiny and wet from the way our tongues fought with each other. I reached for his hand and laced it with my fingers.

"What's wrong?" he asked, slightly breathless. He brought his lips back down to mine, attacking them with the same intensity as before.

I shoved against his chest again, attempting to get his attention. When his gaze was fixed on me, I spoke. "Do you feel...you know, close to me?" I questioned, rubbing my free hand on the side of his face. A stray hair lingered on his forehead so I brushed it away using my fingertips.

"Oh yeah," he whispered, his breathing deep and heavy. Edward leaned his head back down to press my lips to his again, but I tugged on his hair, halting his actions.

"I don't mean it like that," I corrected. "I guess I just feel like you know me better than my own brother."

Edward smiled and his face turned puzzled due to the furrow in his right eyebrow. "Bella, you don't even have a brother."

I laughed at his peculiar face and grinned. "I know, but if I did, you'd be it."

A wicked grin spread across his perfect face. "Well, thank God that I'm not," he said, bending his face back down to mine.

His lips were almost at mine when I grasped his face and forced him to stay where he was. "Do you ever think of me like that?" I asked. "As a sister?"

Edward shook his head. "Not right now," he said in a frustrated voice. This time I allowed him to bring his lips to mine. "I have never," he kissed me, "ever," and again, "wanted to do this with Alice." I could feel the deep ridge in his pants going soft beneath his jeans, and abruptly he pulled away. "Dammit, now you've got me all freaked out." Edward shuddered once as he rolled off of me.

It might be hard to believe, but throughout this long time that Edward and I had been dating, we haven't had sex yet. I have always been the one to shove him away and tell him that I wasn't ready. He would become frustrated with my refusal to keep going, but Edward respected my decision. And I was grateful for that and his patience. He wasn't like most guys who wanted to jump the gun and get another notch on his belt right away. That's why I loved him. Well, aside from the one time he called me a cocktease. But we won't go there right now.

A small laugh escaped my lips. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about everything that you and I have been through, and I...I don't know. Never mind. Forget that I even said anything." I ran my hand up the taut muscles of his chest. He smiled and reached for my fingers, kissing each one individually.

I crawled back into his lap, placing my hands on both sides of his face. He cleared his throat once and met my eyes with his green orbs. I lowered my head to his mouth, pressing my lips against his. I moved them slowly over his and let my tongue glide along the gap between his mouth. He tasted like heaven and mints. His tongue darted out and met mine, earning a groan from his lips. His right hand tangled in my brown hair while his other wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer to him.

My hands trailed down to his shoulders, bracing against him. He was submissive to me, but in a pleasing sort of way. Abruptly, I pulled away from him, breathing heavily. "Edward, what time is it?" I asked, my voice slightly frantic.

He pushed me off him so he could see the glowing blue letters in the front of the car. "12:30. Why?" Edward brought his lips back to my neck and sucked my pulse as if it were a lollipop. He let his hands trail down to my butt, grasping it firmly.

"Edward, stop it!" I yelled a bit too harshly. My hands shoved him away, practically throwing his body into the glass of the fogged window. He looked at me with astonishment, his eyes confused and bewildered. I'd never so much as raised my voice with him, let alone shove him away like that. "I'm sorry," I apologized immediately, reaching out for him.

He raised his hands in the air and climbed back toward the front seat. "It's fine. Let me drive you home," he whispered. Edward acted as if my actions hadn't hurt him, but I knew him like I knew the back of my hand. I straightened out my clothes and maneuvered myself into the passenger side of the car.

"I'm sorry, Edward. Really. It's just my dad wanted me home an hour ago. You know how strict he is about my curfew," I told him, reaching for his hand.

Edward sighed and nodded his head, taking my fingers that I'd offered to him. "I know. Don't worry about it. I should have been watching the clock too."

My father always wanted me home early even if it was a Saturday night. He said that nothing good happened as soon as the street lights turned on, and the last thing I wanted to do was get him angry. So I never challenged him whenever he told me the time I was to be home on a specific night. And neither did Edward. He was always nothing but respectful to my father. They rarely talked, but when they did, Edward was more than nice.

The car ride was silent aside from the mellow music of Clair Da Lune playing in the background. Edward was a big fan of the classics, and from being around him so much, I eventually turned into a Debussy listener. He influenced me into a lot of things such as playing the piano. I remember the fights we would get into because of the way I wasn't letting the melody flow from my soul. He told me that I was forcing the music, and it should be relaxed. It was one of the worst battles we'd ever had, but not long after that, we'd made up.

You see, Edward and I could never really stay mad at each other. I considered him my drug. Sometimes, I wanted to quit, but in the end, I craved him relentlessly. And he did too. At night, when my father was asleep, he'd throw pebbles at my window from his bedroom. I'd pretend to be angry with him for waking me, but I was actually pleased that he wanted me to spend the night in his room with him.

I would climb down the garden rack on the side of my house where Edward would meet me halfway. He would give me a boost up toward his bedroom and then follow soon after me. Sometimes, we would talk for hours and tell each other things that nobody knew. And other times, we wouldn't say a word. He'd hold me like I was the greatest thing in the world. His fingers would run up and down my back, sending chills throughout my body.

Finally, we arrived in front of our houses. Mine on the right, his on the left. Edward's home was much larger than mine with its white exterior and large masses of windows. It was hard to believe that our houses were actually placed next to each other. Mine was so...average. There was nothing special about it. Edward's father was a respected doctor though, so he earned a wonderful house.

"Do you want to come to my room tonight or should I go to yours?" Edward asked, shutting off the engine to one of his father's Jeeps.

My eyes darted toward the window that led to the living room. There was a faint light that flashed dimly. I assumed the TV was on which meant that my dad would be up and waiting for me to arrive. "Come to mine. My dad will freak out if he even hears the smallest sound coming from my room. And you're always quieter when you come in."

Edward nodded, leaning forward. "Okay." He pressed his lips to mine, pulling back only an inch. "Sorry for making you late," he whispered against my mouth. "Hopefully, you don't get into too much trouble. If you do, just tell them that it was my fault and that I lost track of time. I'm sure your parents will understand."

"It'll be fine, Edward. Really. Don't beat yourself up over it." I smiled and pressed my lips to his another time. "Hurry up and change so you can come back to me."

He smirked and reached for the handle on his door. "Pushy, pushy."

I opened the passenger side door and stepped out of the huge Jeep. The moon illuminated a shadow on the two of our houses that seemed eery and gave me the creeps. I started to walk toward my house when I felt a familiar hand grip my waist and pull me back toward him. He pushed his mouth onto mine and smiled when he pulled away. "I just had to do that real quick." Faint noises of crickets whispered in the distance while Edward continued to stare deeply into my chocolate orbs. "I'll always love you, Bella. Until the day I die. Forever and day. And I'm going to marry you someday."

The truth of his own words amazed me because I knew that in the near future Edward and I would be married with a family. And I, too, would love him until my last breath. I hugged him close before whispering a goodbye in his ear. I walked slowly up the path toward my house, watching Edward until he entered his. He blew a kiss in my direction and pretended to sling-shot it to me. I raised my hand, acting as if I had caught it and brought my fist to my mouth. Edward grinned once before entering his house.

My gaze turned to the brick of the only home that I've known. I pushed open the front door, knowing for a fact that it was unlocked. It always was when I went out. I shrugged out of my small jacket and hung it up on one of the coat hangers while stepping out of my shoes. The faint glow from the TV shone as I walk toward the living room. Maybe if I was really quiet, then he wouldn't see me walk in.

I tip toed toward the stairs, trying to avoid the squeaking in the wooden floor. I only had several more steps when my father's voice suddenly interrupted my ascend up the stairs. "Hold it right there!" he said as if he were still on duty at the police department.

Quickly, I turned on my heels and raised my hands in the air as if I had done a crime. "Guilty," I stated with a nervous laugh. "You caught me." Apparently, my dad didn't think my act was all that funny. His lips were pursed in a tight line while his arms crossed over his chest. He meant business. Great.

"You're late, Bella," he said matter of factly. "And you weren't answering your cell phone. Your mother and I called you seven times to see where you were. Do you have an explanation for yourself? And it better be a good one, young lady."

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. "I didn't get any of your calls because I had no signal." Edward had parked his car deep into the forest where majority of teens went when they wanted to do things they weren't supposed to be doing. I thought it would be best to leave that little detail out of my story. "And I was with Edward, and both of us lost track of time. I'm sorry."

Charlie rubbed his face over once as if he were frustrated. "Dammit Bella! You need to be careful with that boy. The two of you spend way too much time together. It's not healthy. What about any of your other friends? Jessica? Lauren? Angela?" he asked, his tone suddenly angry.

"Jessica and Lauren aren't my friends, dad. And I do hang out with other people. Alice and Rose. Does that ring a bell for you?" My tone of voice was completely out of line, and I knew for a fact that my dad would call me out on it.

He took a step forward toward me. "You'd better watch your mouth. And doesn't Alice live with Edward? And isn't Rosalie dating his brother Emmett? Seriously, Bella. You've planned your whole life according to Edward. He's a nice boy, but what happens when the two of you break up?" Charlie pressed.

I shook my head. "Dad, Edward and I have been dating since I was 10 years old. I'm one hundred percent sure we're not going to be breaking up any time soon."

"You're going to college next year, Bella. Your schools will most likely be hundreds of miles away," he told me.

"Dad, you don't know that for sure. Edward and I might go to the same school," I said, then instantly regretted it. I knew what his next words would be.

Charlie flew his hands in the air and gestured to the left where Edward's house was. "See what I mean, Bella? You're planning your life around Edward's. He'll probably be a doctor like Carlisle. What are you going to do? Go to med school with him?" His eyes narrowed at me, cold and frustrated.

Yes. I wanted to say it so bad, but I knew that would be crossing the line. I wanted to tell my father that where ever Edward was, then that's where I would be. But I kept my mouth shut instead. There was no need to fight over this with him right now. Edward would be waiting for me anyway.

"Can we please just deal with this in the morning, Dad? I'm exhausted."

"Well, maybe you should come home at your assigned curfew, and you would get more sleep," he said. I turned to finish my walk up the stairs, but his voice suddenly interrupted me. "Oh and you're going to tell your mother about this. Don't expect me to do it for you. I'm not doing that anymore. If you want to stay out late like an adult, then you're going to have to handle your mistakes like one. Understood?"

I nodded but continued my walk up the stairs. "Got it."

I found it absolutely ridiculous that they treated me as if I were a child when in fact I was seventeen. In another year, I'd be considered an adult in the country. But to my dad, I would always be their sweet little angel who could do no wrong. What he didn't understand was that I'd grown up, changed. Instead of being interested in toys, I became interested in boys; Edward more specifically.

Edward had always belonged to me for as long as I could remember. Aside from the one time, we had a big fight, and he ended up going out with Tanya Denali when we were sixteen...

Everything about Tanya Denali was perfect. From her long strawberry blonde locks to the ocean-deep blue eyes she possessed to the perfect cheerleader stance in her and to the watermelon-size breasts. Since we were fourteen, Tanya had made it clear to Edward that if he was willing, she was available. And finally, he agreed to her request when I refused him for sex for what seemed like the billionth time.

All day long I'd hid in bathrooms and in empty locker rooms so that no one would see me cry. But everywhere I went it seemed like Edward Cullen and Tanya Denali were the topic of the rest of the year. Edward and I had never been separated, let alone seen with another person under our arms. Now, there he was leaning smoothly over her, palms pressed against her locker as if he were trapping her.

Finally, during Biology when Edward had chosen Tanya as her lab partner, I broke down. I asked Mr. Banner for a pass to the nurse, saying that I felt like I was going to be sick. Without a word, he handed over the slip of paper that allowed me to be excused for the rest of the day. Except, I didn't have a fever or a queasy stomach. All I had was an enormously broken heart that was missing several peices.

When my mom came to pick me up, I hunched over in the passenger seat and stared out the window the entire time. I wasn't in the mood to talk about my "illness" at all. When we arrived at my house, I went straight to my room and cried until it was dark outside.

Edward's Volvo left the house around 6:30 to go pick up Tanya. I watched his headlights disappear down the distant road until I could no longer see them. I didn't have to imagine what the two of them would be doing. It only made my heart hurt even more.

At eleven, when Edward still wasn't home, my mother knocked on the door and let herself in. "How are you feeling, honey?" she asked, sitting down beside me on the bed.

I turned toward the window, praying that his headlights would show any minute now. "Not good," I'd said thickly.

My mom brought her hand to my back and rubbed it. "We can go to the doctor in the morning, okay?" she offered.

I shook my head a little too soon. "No, Mom. It's not...that. I'm alright. I just...I just want to stay home for a while."

"So does that mean this has to do with Edward's date with Tanya Denali?"

Shocked that she knew, I whipped my head toward her. "Who told you?" I asked.

My mother laughed. "Bella, honey. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that you two haven't been with each other for over a week. Normally, you're attached at the hip."

I pulled my blanket closer to my body, leaning into my my mom's side. She wrapped her arm tightly around my shoulder. Despite what my father says, my mother is more easy going when it comes to curfews and boys. "We had a fight," I whispered, hoping I wouldn't break down and cry.

"And your point is?"

"And my point is that I'm pretty sure I made him mad enough for him to stay away." I took a deep shaky breath, feeling my eyes water with tears. "How do I get him back?" I asked. My mom was always good when it came to advice so hopefully this situation wouldn't be any different.

She laughed once and rumpled my brown hair. "Oh, Bella. Honey, you don't have to anything. Edward will come around."

"How can you be so sure?" I questioned.

"Because you two are like milk and cereal; you can't have one without the other." She kissed my forehead and then walked out of my bedroom.

Edward's Volvo got home shortly after one in the morning. I'd forgotten that he only came home around eleven because that's the time that I had to be home. But now that he was with Tanya, his curfew was unlimited. I was jealous that he had more easy going parents. I watched him from my bedroom window as he turned on light after light throughout his house, and finally, he reached his bedroom.

Hurriedly, I threw on one of Edward's high school swim team sweatshirt that he'd left here and stuffed my feet into my black, converse sneakers. I quietly climbled down the garden rack, trying to be as sneaky as possible. If my parents caught me, albeit my dad, then I'd be in huge trouble. I landed on the ground with a quiet thump, the stones beneath my feet rattling slightly.

I picked up the small white pebbles and tossed them toward Edward's window, hoping that he wasn't asleep yet. There was no movement from inside his house so I'd tried again. This time, the lamp next to his bed turned on, and immediately, I saw his face peering through the window. He opened the sash and stuck his head out. "Bella, what are you doing?" he hissed. I was about to turn and leave, but he stopped me. "Wait, stay there."

I watched as he climbed out of his window with more expertise and grace than I had. He hopped onto the grass without making so much as a noise. "What do you want?" he demanded.

My throat felt tight at the tone of voice he used with me. He'd never talked to me like that before so it shocked me a little. "I just...I wanted...I just came to see how your date with Tanya went. Did you have a good time?" I asked. My voice trembled and cracked due to the excess moisture located in my eyes.

Edward rubbed his hand down his face, closing his eyes and shaking his head at the same time. "Bella, I don't need this. I can't do this right now." He turned on his heels and started back toward the house.

"Wait!" I cried, a little too loudly. My words were thick with tears, but I crossed my arms over my chest and held my chin high to keep from shaking. "My boyfriend and I broke up, and I needed my best friend. But the only problem is they're the same person."

"Bella," he whispered, and pulled me close to him.

It was then that I knew we could get through the worst of situations as long as we were to together.

When I arrived in my room, there he was, laying across my bed with his hands neatly pressed behind his head. "Charlie got mad?" he assumed.

I nodded. "Yeah. He thinks my mom is actually going to punish me for it. I guess he hasn't figured out why she goes to bed early so that she doesn't have to deal with his shit about me coming in later than my assigned time." I went over to my drawers and retrieved Edward's shorts and t-shirt for me to wear to sleep tonight. I unbuttoned my pants, full aware of the fact that he was watching me. It wasn't like he'd never seen me almost naked before. We just haven't had sex yet. I pulled on his shorts and then threw his t-shirt over my torso.

Edward shifted his body over on my full size bed so that I could fit. It didn't matter if he moved or not; I'd still choose to sleep on his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and hugged my close to his body. I loved that it felt like they matched perfectly together. It was an amazing feeling.

I leaned in to kiss Edward's cheek, letting my lips linger there before I slid them to his mouth. His lips were always soft and inviting. My hand curled in the folds of his t-shirt, my fist hard against his chest. He cupped my cheek in his palm, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. When he pulled back, Edward buried his face in the nape of my neck. My eyes fell shut when his wet tongue glided across my throat. "I love you," he whispered.

My answer didn't need to be thought out. It came easily like it had so many times before. "I love you, too."

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