A/N: This might actually be a two-fer day in the 'American Girl' world. Everyone who assumed Peter was going to be an ass was right. He'll play a more important part in this chapter, but not in the entire story. Peter is not the major cause of drama in the story, just a little hiccup. Even Alice gets in a little bit this chappie.

Opal2084 – sorry for knocking the cardigans. It wasn't intended, but yeah, here in the US they really were one hit wonders. I'm sure if I had picked some other band I would have angered someone else LOL.

Oh, and be patient all… the sex is a coming. Not this chappie, but most likely the next.

I don't own twilight or anything associated with it. I do own every season of entourage and lost on DVD though.

BPOV

The next morning, Edward had us out the door of the hostel at some ridiculously early hour, claiming he had heard about a great restaurant on the other side of town that served a great breakfast. When we finally got out of our cab, after a thirty minute drive through Prague morning traffic, the food wasn't that great. I was a little disappointed and very confused, and it was only eight in the morning. "Is everything alright?" I asked him curiously. He nodded his head and glared at his map. Since we were on the other side of Prague, we decided to see some sites over here which included visiting a few old churches.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was even more confused. Edward hadn't talked much all morning, choosing instead to take as many pictures with my camera as he could. I think I now have twenty pictures of the steeple of one of the churches we went to. When we finally sat down at a café for lunch, I was getting frustrated.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I crossed my arms in front of me angrily. Edward took a sip of his soda and rubbed his eyes. Apparently he was a bit sleepy to. "Okay, if you don't want to talk, I'll get more specific. Why on earth did you drag me out of the hostel at six thirty this morning to go eat shitty ass eggs?"

"I heard they were good," he lied as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Bullshit," I spat at him. I was practically seething by now and he knew he was screwed if he didn't say something.

"Fine. I want to steer clear of Peter," he said with a sigh. I was confused, but at least we were getting somewhere.

"What's his deal?" I asked curiously as our waiter placed our lunch in front of us.

"His deal? He's a raving lunatic. The way he looked at you in the lobby made my stomach turn," replied Edward as he took a bite of his sandwich. "And this just isn't some jealous Edward thing. He was a friend of Emmett's, but I use the term friend very loosely. Things sort of fell apart after he came on to both Alice and Rosalie, and Alice was only like fourteen at the time. I just don't want to see him." I nodded in acknowledgment of what Edward had said. I could definitely see his point, and I wasn't going to push him on it any further.

"Do you want to switch hostels?" I asked nervously. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, and Peter was clearly doing that.

"No, we'll just do our best to avoid him. We only have a few days left in Prague anyways," he said as he grabbed my hand and thanked me for offering. After lunch we headed back towards Old Town and finally checked out Charles Bridge, The Hall Tower and the Astronomical Clock. Edward I both laughed while walking across the bridge, because even though this was a Prague landmark, it really was just a bridge. When we finally got the center of the bridge, the few was pretty awesome though. Edward and I had a woman snap a picture of us with the river behind us and when I reviewed it on my camera, we looked pretty damned good.

"You look hot," said Edward as he leaned over my shoulder and looked at the picture.

"You're not too shabby yourself babe," I said as I bent back and kissed his lips. As we walked further down the bridge, there were a few artists doing sketches of the tourists and Edward insisted that we sit for a drawing. "Seriously?" I asked as he grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the awkward looking man sitting on an ugly wooden stool.

Edward sat down on the stool in front of the scraggily man and made me sit on his lap. "You'll be happy we did this when you are staring at it on your wall one day," said Edward as he kissed my cheek and the artist kept sketching. We had been still for almost thirty minutes when the gentleman informed us he was done. When we stood from our stool and looked down, I was pleasantly surprised. He had done an excellent job. Edward paid him handsomely for the picture and we walked hand in hand down the rest of the bridge admiring our sketch.

"That thing is going to be ruined by the time we get home," I said sadly as I looked down at our picture. We looked so happy in it, it almost seemed surreal. Before I knew it, Edward had dragged me into a post office and was shoving the picture into a thick envelope. "What are you doing?" I asked furiously.

"What's your address?" he asked curiously as he stared at me impatiently. I recited the address to my parents place in Forks and watched in awe as he mailed the picture to me, in Washington. "There. Now it won't get ruined and you will have mail waiting for you at home," he said with a sly grin. I kissed his lips gently and we decided to head back to the hostel and relax for a little while. We had been out for almost ten hours already.

After we each had a quick shower, we got dressed into our 'dressy' clothes and decided to head out to dinner. We ate at a fairy fancy restaurant just off the Charles Bridge, and the food was a million times better than the crappy eggs we had for breakfast that morning.

"We probably shouldn't have laughed at the bridge when we crossed it earlier today," said Edward as he gripped my hand tightly in his and we walked across the bridge again. Where earlier the bridge was littered with artists and street performers, now there was jazz band filling the bridge with beautiful music. "We've had some good memories on this bridge." I nodded my head in agreement and noticed a small bar just to the left off the end of the bridge.

"Wanna go dance?" I asked as I moved my hips seductively in his direction.

"Hell yeah," he said we walked a little quicker and into the bar. He ordered us some drinks and we sat in a booth in the back corner enjoying our booze and making out for a while waiting until my liquid courage set in and I was willing to dance. Before I even realized it, 'Feel Good Inc' by the Gorillaz was playing and I was excited to step onto the dance floor. I grabbed Edwards hand and led him to the floor, practically shaking my ass the entire way.

The moment we were on the floor, Edward's hands immediately gripped my hips and he began moving in time with me. I had to admit, even though neither of us were great dancers, we worked well together. Of course, he didn't seem to complain each time I would grind myself on him. In fact, his face would light up with excitement. A few songs later, they put on some techno crap and Edward led me from the floor and back to our booth. He knew I hated that stuff and I was grateful to be leaving the dance floor. I assumed the moment we sat down, more making out would occur, but just after we sat down and I bit down on his bottom lip, a familiar voice rang in our ears.

"Mind if I join you?" asked Peter as he sat down across from us without permission. Shit. This evening had gone from excellent to shitty in mere seconds. We had the worst fucking luck.

EPOV

I cringed the moment I heard his voice asking to sit down. He had just interrupted what had started out to be an awesome night, which I was praying would end up a lot better than all our previous nights. Even Bella was pissed when she pulled my lip from my teeth and turned towards him. I was about to tell him to screw off, but he had already made himself comfortable in our booth. What a fucking tool.

"So Peter, are you travelling with anyone?" asked Bella in an effort to be polite. I took a sip of my drink and pulled her onto my lap, making sure Peter knew she was mine. All mine.

"No, I'm flying solo. I met a few friends down in London, but otherwise it's just me," he said with a false smile. Everything about this guy was fake and it made me nauseous. I had a feeling he was going to be hard to shake tonight. I suddenly felt an irrational need to leave Prague tomorrow.

"Where are you going next?" I asked curiously, knowing full well we would be heading in the opposite direction, even if it meant going back to Berlin or Hamburg. He looked at me intently for a moment before responding. I think he was trying to figure out where we were going. I might have been an uninvited guest on Bella's trip originally, but there was no way in hell Peter was travelling with us.

"I think I might head over to Ibiza. Some friends said the party scene there was really cool. Much better than here honestly. So Bella, are you from Boston? I don't recall meeting you at any of Cullen's parties?" asked Peter dryly.

"No, I'm from Washington. Edward and I have been friends for a long time and met up again for this trip, isn't that right baby?" she asked seductively as she kissed my lips and then sucked my earlobe into her mouth. She was clearly making a scene for Peter's benefit and I was loving it. I ran my hand up her inner thigh and just nodded my head. Peter was watching the entire scene, and he actually didn't seem deterred by our blatant PDA. "Are you dating someone Peter?"

"No Bella, I'm not." The way Peter said her name made me shudder in disgust. I wanted to grab her hand and lead her out of the bar and head anywhere Peter wasn't. "I'm not really a one woman kind of guy. Perhaps I just haven't met the right girl though. Like Cullen here, I've certainly tested my fair share of potential right girls."

"Bella already knows about my past Peter, so don't both telling her about all the girls I slept with before her. I won't faze her," I said with a grin. I was finally glad that I had told Bella I had a bit of a reputation for being a man whore back in Boston.

"Does she know about the time you and Jasper stole some guys yacht from the country club to impress some chicks?" asked Peter with a sly grin. Bella looked down at me and laughed amiably.

"That totally sounds like something you would do Edward," she said as she kissed me again through her laughter.

"We never got arrested, so that's the important thing. Anyways, Jasper has cleaned up his act since he started dating Alice." Peter's eyes grew wide at the mention of my baby sister.

"How is Alice doing anyways?" he asked slowly. His voice was practically dripping with lust and I wanted to lunge across the table and beat the shit out of him. If Bella wasn't sitting on my lap I probably would have.

"She's fine," I responded through clenched teeth. That was more than I wanted to discuss Alice this evening. In fact, I didn't want to discuss any of this at all. I wanted to be wrapped in Bella's arms, feeling her lips all over me and making love to her. I was starting to regret my decision to make our first time special. At this point, I just wanted to get it over with.

"Remember that party you threw at Lauren Mallory's house. Her entire family was gone for the weekend and when they got home, they thought they had been robbed. That was priceless. Didn't she end up sleeping with you a few weeks later?" asked Peter snidely, but I didn't respond. Yes, that had happened, but I was extremely high when we found her spare key and used it to throw a house party. In my defense, everyone enjoyed themselves.

"Did you really do that?" asked Bella anxiously as I nodded my head.

"You know my past is less than stellar Bella," I said with a sigh. I was frustrated that Peter was dredging up my past. If Bella ever heard these stories, I would have preferred to be the one to tell her.

"I heard Emmett got all serious with Rosalie? What the hell's with that? She was some crazy ass prude when we were in high school. He must be pretty hard up to want to date Hale." It's like Peter was trying to push all my buttons tonight. Next thing you know he's gonna declare my mother a MILF or something equally disturbing.

"I guess she changed when they got to school. They are both going to Yale if you remember, Peter." I growled at him irritably. "Plus, from what Rosalie has told me she was never a prude, she just always hated your guts. Do you call every girl you can't get a prude?"

"Well good for Em. I have heard those ivy leaguers are serious panty droppers. So Bella, are you going to an Ivy League?" asked Peter with a wink. I was officially fucking done.

"Stop flirting with my girlfriend Peter. If you want to talk about the olden days, find someone who gives a shit," I spat out furiously as Bella gripped my hand tightly in hers. Unfortunately for all of us, I now had to go to the bathroom. I didn't want to leave Bella alone with him though and as I whispered my dilemma to her, she insisted she could handle herself for two minutes. I reluctantly let her off my lap and practically sprinted to the bathroom. Of course she could handle herself, she was the only daughter of a police chief in small town Washington. She could probably pistol whip him three ways till Sunday and not even break a sweat. Oh, how I would pay to see that.

When I walked back to the table a few minutes later, Peter was still trying to sweet talk Bella. I stood behind him for a few moments and Bella saw me standing there. "He's just going to treat you like all the other girls who he's fucked. He'll use you and dump you," said Peter, his voice trying to sound sickly sweet as he did his best to warn Bella against me.

"I'm still here Peter. We've been together a while, and here I sit. Do you think I care if Edward banged everything with a heartbeat while he was in Boston? Because I don't. How do you know I didn't fuck every willing cock back in Washington?" Bella was doing her best to defend me, but suddenly I began to wonder if what she was saying was true. Had she been the town bicycle in Forks? Has everyone had a ride but me? I shook the image from my mind knowing full well she wasn't like that and tried to focus on their conversation again.

"Bella, I can clearly tell he's not giving you something. You look sexually frustrated. I can take care of that in one night," said Peter with a seductive wink. Thankfully, Bella knew I was behind him and she was emboldened by this fact.

"Do I look like I am complaining about the sex I have with Edward?" she asked nervously. She clearly didn't want to discuss our sex life with him, but she wanted him to get the hint, so she kept going. Personally, I was getting extremely turned on by confident Bella. She leaned forward towards Peter and started to talk to him in a low sexy voice. "There is no way your pencil dick could even compare to his, so don't bother. He fucks me just right, every single fucking night, in every possible way," she said as she leaned back from her position and shot me a quick glance. Peter was sitting still with his mouth agape.

"Come on baby, I need to get you home to fuck you senseless," I said with a sly grin as I grabbed her hand and led her from the bar. The moment we stepped out into the cool Prague air, I was instantly relieved. "I think we should head to Vienna next, and as soon as possible." Bella nodded her head eagerly in agreement. Apparently she wasn't a huge fan of Prague either. When we got back to the hostel, Bella hopped onto one of the computers to check out train times for the next day and I called Alice, collect. I could only imagine the look on my parents face as they got their phone bill.

"Edward, why the fuck are you calling?" asked Alice as she slurred her words slightly.

"Are you drunk Ali?" I asked with a grin. Of course she was drunk; she was an eighteen year old with a ton of cash and a lonely summer. What else was she going to do?

"Don't worry big brother, Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie are here too. I'm being taken care of. Jasper even offered to hold my hair when I puke, isn't that sweet?" she asked as though this was actually romantic to her. Alice and Jasper had only been dating a few months and they already made me sick to my stomach. "Where's Bella? Can I talk to Belllllaaaaaa?" she screeched into my ear.

"No. You'll never guess who I ran into here?" I said with an exasperated sigh. I could hear my friends and family in the background giving Alice shit for holding up their drinking game.

"Shut the fuck up, it's Edward," she yelled at them. I actually had to pull the phone from my ear and Bella started to laugh, having clearly heard our exchange. "Where are you?"

"I'm in Prague. Now can you guess who I ran into?" I asked again, frustrated for having to repeat myself, but what could I really expect, she was clearly wasted.

"I don't know. Oprah? Ooh was it like Karl Lagerfeld or Donna Karan? Dolce and Gabbana?" she asked hopeful.

"No Alice. It was Peter." Suddenly, the phone and the conversation in the background went silent. She had clearly put me on speaker phone a few minutes earlier. "We had a little confrontation last night and tonight. He even had the nerve to try to hit on Bella, not that I expected any less of him."

"Did you kick the shit out of him?" she asked with excitement in her voice.

"No. But we're leaving for Vienna tomorrow. I can't stand to be anywhere near the asshole," I said with a resigned sigh. I felt bad we were leaving, but even Bella felt it was for the best. Alice and I chatted amiably for a few more minutes before I remembered a question that had been bugging me for days. "How on earth did you get Bella's email address?"

Alice broke out into a hearty laugh and I could hear our friends join in the background. "I had Tyson research her a bit. She apparently went to a summer camp like five years ago and I lied that I knew her from camp and wanted to get back in touch. Renee's really nice. She even offered to get me in touch with Bella's best friend Angela who went to the same camp. I have her number, but I haven't called yet. It will be a bit hard to lie to Angela," laughed Alice again. I smiled a bit, actually proud at the deviousness of my baby sister.

"Don't call either of them again, okay?" I asked amused. I heard Alice grumble something incoherently. "Alice, promise me." She finally relented and agreed to butt out. We said our goodbyes and she said she was glad I had called. When I finally hung up, I had to admit I was glad I had called her too.

"I think we should take the train that leaves at like four in the afternoon. It's only supposed to take like four and a half hours to get there, and there is one more thing I want to do in Prague," said Bella as she scrawled down some train information on a scrap piece of paper.

"What do you want to do?" I asked curiously.

"We haven't been to a gallery yet in Prague, so I was hoping we could hit the National Gallery tomorrow morning," she requested sweetly. Of course, I as I looked down at her, there was no way I was going to refuse her. I had promised to take to her at least one gallery in each city, and I had yet to fail her.

"Sounds good," I said with a smile. We headed up to our room quietly and climbed into bed after brushing our teeth and changing, and again, sleep overtook us within minutes. If it wasn't people or our own issues interrupting all the sex I wanted to have, it was my inability to stay awake. Damned sleep, I curse you, you cock blocking son of a bitch.