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The experience was amazing. She was so soft and warm, and small and delicate. She was beautiful. Our lips sweetly moved against each other; both of us taking our time, neither fighting for dominance. She weaved her fingers through my hair, and I slowly stroked my hands down her back so that they were resting just on top of her hotter-than-fuck ass.

I have no idea how long we were standing there, kissing, but we had to pull away to breathe at one point. Before I pulled away completely, I placed a small, tender kiss on her lips and one on her forehead. I opened the door for her, smiled and said, "Ladies first."

She was completely flushed and replied in a small voice, "Thank you." She delicately got in the car and I personally buckled her in and then gently closed the passenger seat door. I ran around the front of my vehicle and got into the driver's seat. The car was promptly started, and we pulled out of the parking lot.

"Bella, how do we get to your house from here?"

Bella looked a bit lost.

*30 Minutes Later*

We pulled into Bella's driveway. It had taken us a half an hour to find her house, even though it was only a five minute trip. Oh well, the look of shear amusement on Bella's face every time we had gotten really lost had been hilarious.

I might have to tell her later that I had known where we were the whole time…

Hehehe…

I swiftly got out of the car, ran around the back, and opened the passenger door to let Bella out. Truthfully, she sorta stumbled a bit. But I caught her, so it was all good. I flipped her up into my arms, closed the car door, and carried her to the house bridal style.

I climbed the stairs up to her porch and I dropped her down on the doorstep. With her arms around my neck, she stood on the tips of her toes to give me a chaste kiss on the lips.

However, I wasn't feeling very chaste tonight.

I gripped the back of her head with one of my hands and glued her lips to mine. In a frenzy, we sucked and nibbled and licked at each other's lips; our tongue's battling for dominance over the other. The hand that wasn't entwined in Bella's gorgeous chestnut hair was roaming over her body, carefully lingering over the small of her back, then switching to her firm ass, and then slowly reaching its way up to her bountiful breasts.

But before it could reach its final destination, Bella pulled away, removed my hand from her head, and put both of my hands at my sides. I was a bit stunned. She had been responding to my touches; why did she stop all of a sudden? Before Mike could react, Bella reached up and laid a sweet, little kiss on the very tip of Mike's nose and whispered, "Good Night." Then she slipped inside her house, closing the door in his face and leaving him on her front porch alone.

(Bella's PoV)

I just couldn't let him get that close to me. I was terrified. From the moment I met him, I knew that I had fallen head-over-heels for this guy, but honestly, I didn't want my heart broken again. I knew that if I let myself get too close, I would just end up getting hurt, and I didn't want that to happen after last time.

The kiss was sweet, and I could feel the lingering and electric touch of his lips on mine. Depressed that I had cut Mike off from continuing the kissing, and knowing that I had probably just ruined any chance I had ever hoped of having with him, I felt a small, stray tear roll down my left cheek and fall upon my chest, right over where my heart is. I locked the door behind me and quietly crept up the stairs, unknowing whether or not Charlie was still home or at the police station.

Once I got into my room, I lightly closed the bedroom door behind me. Then I ran to my bed and collapsed, becoming a complete sobbing wreck.

I would never get the boy of my dreams. Mike was just way too far out of my reach. Completely unattainable.

During my time in Arizona, I thought that I had found the man of my dreams; my soul mate. I had never been so wrong in my life.

All these texts, these messages, all of the "I love you's" we exchanged…. They all meant nothing to him, and the entire world to me.

His name was Edward Cullen. He had sandy bronze hair, medium in length, and the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen. He was tall, lean, and muscular, and he had a perfectly white smile that could make any girl's knees go weak. As soon as I initially realized that, I should have broken up with him. His mere gaze made too many girls' knees go weak.

Edward and I had started dating about 2 months into freshman year. We had always had a thing for each other, and we had been pretty good friends before. After all, we had grown up together. The gorgeous, popular jock and the socially awkward, unwanted girl… Perfect couple, right? Well, after dating him for two years, I finally caught him cheating on me with my best friend. That one hurt. I knew my (now) ex-best friend, Victoria, had out-shone me in many ways. Her luscious red hair, flawless complexion, model-like size 4 body… There was absolutely no way that anyone could choose me over her.

Well, after I had caught Edward speed-boating that no-soul, ginger-haired bitch, I decided that I was totally done with men. However, after a month of deciding that I wasn't attracted to women, I finally resigned myself to believe that I would become an old, crippled crone with twenty cats.

As I lay on my bed with tears streaming down my cheeks, I revisited this thought. I really had no chance of redemption with Mike. He would probably get bored with me and run off with some other long-legged, gorgeous blonde. I was a pale, gangly, mousey-haired, socially-awkward girl. He would never ever want me. I needed to stop kidding myself.

I got up from my bed and discarded my clothes. I threw on an oversized, ratty, old tee-shirt and got into my bed. I cried myself to sleep that night.

(Mike's PoV)

What the fuck was that? She slammed the goddamned door right in my face! What did I do wrong?

Well, I had thought that the night was going really well (besides the fact that Bella had been in the hospital). We had fun, we laughed, and we had kissed. Up until the point where she left me feeling alone in the dark on her porch, it had been the best night of my life.

I really had fallen for this girl. I have never felt this way before about anyone, and I had dated a fair few amount of girls. I remember dating Jessica Stanley. Ugh, even the mere thought of the girl made me cringe.

On my first date with her, I took her to this really fancy restaurant (well, as fancy as Forks can get, anyway) and she managed to talk loudly and obnoxiously about this weird bump on the side of her stomach for about 20 minutes so that I wasn't able to eat anything and all I wanted was for her to shut up. By the time she had finished eating her side-salad entre, I wasn't the only one who had lost their appetite, if the sneers from the other customers had told me anything as we walked out of the restaurant.

Then, as I drove her home, she decided that it would be a great idea to stick her hand down my pants while I was driving. What she neglected to remember was that she had been wearing these 2 inch long fake nails. More like talons, call them what you wish. But an accidental…. Scratch while I was driving led to us almost crashing into a stop sign and me screaming at her to get her skank-ass out of my fucking car. I made her fucking walk home. It was legitimately the worst date I had ever been on.

I knew that Bella was different than anyone I had ever dated. She was sweet and beautiful, smart and completely adorable. Her slender curves and cute, pouty lips made her utterly desirable to any male, and I had been lucky enough to be that male who got her.

Or at least, thought I had gotten her.

I lingered on her front porch for three minutes after she slammed the door, hoping she would re-open it and throw herself at me, but when I realized that she wasn't coming back, I slowly walked to me car and got in the driver's seat. I pounded my head on the steering wheel a couple times and then drove back home as the first, early morning rays of sunshine peeked up over the horizon.

It had been one hell of a night.

A/N: So where do you think this fanfiction is going? BECAUSE I FIGURED OUT THE PLOT AND STORYLINE FINALLY! :D My beta Steph, is also the best person in the entire world.

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