Okay, I'm so biting off more than I can chew, what with two stories already in progress, one of which lots of people are reading daily, but I just had this idea stuck in my mind for quite a while and I NEED to get it out before I spontaneously combust! I'm thinking this has a potential to hit 1000+ reviews if I do it right, so I'm going to write it very carefully, but a warning: my first priority is Falling Down and Getting Up II: Black Rose, and this will be sharing priorities with The Man Who Can't Be Moved, so updates won't be so frequent. I'll try, though. Cheers.

Story inspired by Flirt by Pussycat Dolls…

You better watch where you're putting those hands,
You better stop if you're making more plans
'Coz everything you do makes you look like a fool

You're looking for some dirt,
I'm lifting up my skirt
I'm searching for a light under me in my purse
You always think the worst,
I just wanna flirt

…and Womanizer by Britney Spears

Lollipop
Must mistake me as a sucker
To think that I
Would be a victim not another
Say it, play it how you wanna
But no way I'm ever gonna fall for you, never you, baby

Womanizer, Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer,
Oh womanizer, Oh you're a womanizer, baby
You, you, you are
You, you, you are
Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer

Our Boy's A Player

Edward

Another day. Another gloomy, forecast, ominous day, I might add. Plus it was a Sunday. Great. One last day of the weekend and one more day to school. I hated school, I hated going out, and I basically just hated life in general.

It was partly to do with my reputation. Everyone thought of me as this…this scumbag who flirted and picked girls up just to dump them the next day. They didn't get it. None of them. Nobody understood. Not Esme or Carlisle, my adoptive parents, not Emmett or Alice or Jasper and definitely not Rosalie. They just thought the same-that I was an arrogant jerk that deserved a tight slap.

None of them had their parents ripped away from them violently the way I had. Jasper and Rosalie were orphans from birth. They never knew their parents, and they were fraternal twins, so at least they had each other anyway. Emmett's parents had given him up for adoption when he was ten since they were drug abusers, so he was glad to be rid of them, and Alice? She had had a memory loss after a terrible accident so she couldn't remember anything no matter how much she wished she did. Hah. She was lucky.

My parents, Elizabeth and Edward Senior, had died when I was fourteen. A huge fire had gutted our apartment home in Chicago, Illinois. The firefighters had arrived a millisecond too late. My father had thrown me out the window into a thick bush to save me, but the fire claimed them just as they were about to escape. I could remember everything clearly. The screams, the thick, choking smoke...the sense of despair when they never came out. The horrifying, choking loss when I identified their bodies as one of many that had died in the huge inferno.

I had been put up for adoption since I didn't have any family or relatives. That was when Esme and Carlisle had found me. They had already adopted everyone else by then, so I was the newcomer, the seventh wheel. I hated it.

I loved them, of course. I loved the family to bits, but sometimes when I looked back I felt like I was missing out on something in life. And when I hit sixteen, I realized what that was. I was missing out on a mother's love. I knew Esme loved us, of course, but I couldn't help but feel like it wasn't enough. Could a foster mother's love be equivalent to a biological mother's?

So I tried to replace that love. I looked for a substitute. And where better to find the love of a woman than from another girl?

I had experimented with every girl in Forks. None of them were really…satisfying, and so that I wouldn't lead them on, I dropped them immediately. This gesture was misinterpreted by disbelievers, who basically thought of me as a asshole. I never bothered to correct them.

But yesterday I accidentally heard Esme talking to Charlie Swan, the chief of police, when he dropped by to inquire about head fractures since apparently he wanted to know as much as possible about injuries to prepare for his seemingly clumsy daughter. Strange.

I was on my way to raid the fridge-pointless, considering Emmett had probably been there first-when I heard them talking. Actually, it was my name that caught my attention.

"he's been going through a phase…Edward…the girls…" and the rest pretty much trailed off into blank mutterings. I sneaked closer, all thoughts of the potato chips stashed away gone. Charlie was sitting at the couch, looking somewhat awkward. Esme was sitting on the armchair. A steaming cup of coffee was on the table in front.

"Yeah, I can sympthatise," Charlie was saying. "My daughter's been going through pretty much the same thing too. She's been picking up boys at the speed of light." He laughed wryly. "I think I know a fairly good reason why," he added darkly. Esme smiled sadly. I was confused. What in the world was I missing?

"I wish there was a reason I could think of for Edward," Esme sighed, pulling at the hem of her sundress. "I just don't get his behavior. What does he expect to gain from hooking up with girls, I don't know. I'm really at a loss here. If only I could just get a faint understanding why he does it."

"Have you had a talk with him yet? About, you know…" Charlie coughed suggestively. Esme laughed in response.

"No," Esme replied. "I think he knows fairly well about that aspect of relationships judging by the way he screams after accidentally barging upon Rosalie and Emmett once at night. He bought a promise ring after that. I never mentioned it, but I think he has a general idea of what could happen. Also, I hope to the high heavens I've raised him not to be one of those type."

I grimaced, remembering that awful night. That was the first time I met Emmett and Rose in their…encounters…and hopefully it was my last. Emmett got a lock on the door after that.

Charlie nodded. "Good luck with that, then," he said, thn sighed deeply. "I don't doubt Edward will change. He can and he will. He's a very strong-willed boy," he said, chuckling ominously. I scowled. Did he really have to bring up my little trespassing incident? It was an accident that I entered the moving carnival at midnight! And it sure wasn't my fault I tried to deny everything.

"I just hope my girl will change. She can, but she can be a bit headstrong if she wants to," he confessed. "But I'm sure she'll change. She takes new beginnings very seriously, and I hope her moving here will be a positive change in life."

"Oh, that reminds me," Esme said suddenly. "When is your daughter coming around? I'd like to make her something."

Of course Charlie went on to protest vehemently, and the conversation became boring from then and I left to go to my room.

Fast forward to today. Nine in the morning and I was still thinking of what Esme said while a smaller part of my mind wondered who was the playgirl chick who was Charlie Swan's daughter. No offense to Charlie, but judging from his curly hair, brown eyes and hair and pale complexion, his daughter was sure to be a total flop. What girl could pull off curly hair and fair skin plus having no distinguishing qualities at all? No girl, that was who.

Did Esme honestly believe I was doing this out of boredom? God, who the hell would be a player out of boredom? Not me. Definitely not me. Sure as bloody hell not me. I had reasons behind everything I did and this was just one of those many scenarios.

There was only one thing to do, then. I would have to stop my ways, no matter what. Even if it killed me, I would have to stop playing around. I didn't need someone else to love me. Esme loved me enough. What more did I need?

I sighed, stretching on my bed. Well, a sofa bed, actually. I refused to have a bed in my room. A bedframe plus mattress and pillows and blankets…not for me. A sofa bed was so much more efficient. One pull, throw on a few pillows, a thick blanket and you're good to go. I never did bother much with elaborate details.

I rolled over on my stomach and lifted my pillow. Glinting under it was a gold photo frame, nothing elaborate, just a thin gold snake that basically formed the frame's shell. Wedged in it was a photo of my parents.

It had been taken a week after my tenth birthday. I was stuffed tightly between both of them, looking extremely ecstatic. Inscripted on it was Elizabeth, Edward Senior and Edward. We'll always be with you.

We'll always be with you…what a joke! They had left me. Okay, not deliberately, but still. They had abandoned me in this world and this time. Some parents they were. I was suddenly flooded with a huge burst of anger. At me, at Esme and Carlisle, at my parents, at everybody.

And, even more suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness. They were here for me, I thought, embarrassed. Sometimes, when I stare at the clouds too long, I tend to see their faces. I can make out their noses, their eyes, their hair, and that ridiculous plaid cap Dad adores. Most of all, they're smiling. And if they were happy, that was good enough for me.

"I'm not a baby," I muttered to myself quietly. "I'm not a freakin' baby and I don't need girls to validate myself," I said again, louder this time. I nodded firmly. That was my post-New Year's Resolution-which, incidentally, was to stop stealing Emmett's food. I broke it at approximately two hours after midnight.

I hopped up from the bed and stomped to the bathroom, repeating the whole way, "Not a baby, not a baby, not a baby." Emmett poked his head out of his room, grinning at me.

"Well, taking the whole rebellion thing a bit too far, aren't you?" he asked. I glared at him, continuing my trek and leaving him behind singing rude songs about me. Childish.

"Not a baby," I said for the last time firmly. I shut the bathroom door and stared at myself in the glossy mirror. Though I was curious to see what that apparent playgirl looked like…WHAT WAS I THINKING?!

"NOT A BABY!" I screamed at myself.

"Eddie boy needs his diaper change," Emmett explained to Esme outside.

Yes, an abrupt ending, I know, but I didn't know how else to end it! Reviews appreciated!