Okay, I'm not sure but I think it's been a while since I updated. I've just finished all my exams and summer is almost here, so I should in theory update quickly. :D Thanks to everyone that reads, alerts, favorites, comments... etc, you really are awesome!

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"Where do you want me to start?" I asked Rose when all of a sudden my phone rang, and I answered it instantly, still rather… well drunk. "Hi?"

"Max said you went off, where are you?" Damon´s voice was slightly… lower than normal and heavy, but also urgent.

"I found some friends funnily enough. Two of the Cullen´s were there and I´m really wacked out and a wee bit dwunk (yes dwunk, not drunk, my speech was a little bit off and I was not proud), and they offered to drive so I got home safely. You come home whenever, I won´t sleep till you do, so don´t stay out all morning"

"If that´s the case, I´ll come home with you now,"

"I´m already on my way. I´ll be fine, honest, stay and… have fun, you seemed to be having quite a bit last time I saw you, eh"

"You could say so… I think her name wa´… Lawrie? No, Laurie…"

"Good for you, but keep your sex life to yourself, especially when it´s with skanks like that, kay? Love ya´, bye…" I realized that my speech was better than what I thought it would be… intoxicated, however my head was away with the fairies in all honestly. I turned back on my heel and tumbled slightly, falling back onto… well my back. Suddenly a hand held me by the waist and the only thing I could think to do was laugh. And I mean a real all out laugh out loud, giggling like a little girl type session.

"We should take her home…" Rosalie said to Edward and he grunted in agreement, picking me up like a feather.

"I´ll drive my car…." I giggled, trying to hop out of his arms. "Aw, Eddie you´re no fun! I´ve drove drunk many a times… and I didn´t crash…much…." Another giggle. "Pwease…" I begged, looking up to his eyes. His strain slackened and I took it my turn to dash, jumping out of his arm and straight to my car. Rosalie hissed something and Edward slowed down to a human´s run, gaining still on me. I had my keys out now and was running rather well for high heels. I was too close to loose and flung my heels off in one, running barefoot over the grass. It was liberating, maybe a bit like when a dude does his business in the wilderness. When I was close enough, my hand snatched out for the car door and I pushed all of my weight against it. I looked back over the body work and was suddenly hit with realization. My legs buckled and I fell down onto the floor, my eyes now baling over with salty tears. Lucky for me, the makeup was water proof. Now that would have been ugly…

"My car… pissing bastard, my baby´s ruined…" I moped when a chest was pushed against my head, and I proceeded to cry into the chest´s shirt.

"We should take her too ours, you take her in her car, I´ll take the Volvo. She could use some girl talk or something…" The keys were pried from my fingers and I was placed in my soft passenger seat.

"Why me? Why don´t they just take me already…? Why torture me everyday…" I moaned and cried even harder. It was then under all the mess that I realized that having the F.B.I sniffing around had affected me and I had just been kidding everyone and myself. I was tearing at the inside for it. I missed my family too much for my body to take and my car had been beaten up.

Next thing I knew, my car was pulling out and onto the main road. "So… where do you want to start? Who are torturing you?" Rose´s voice took on a nurturing tone and reminded me so much of my mother, forcing more tears out.

"Not physically… mentally… I can´t take it!"

"But who?" She said patiently.

"Them… the… the F.B.I, they´re always there in my mind and they´re coming for me. But I won´t tell them anything… never tell them anything…"

"Tell them what, honey?"

"Where my family are… why I´m here and there there…"

"But don´t they travel with work?"

"You could say that… my father is a- was a police officer, but he fell in love with my mum, sister of a great street racer, Dom Torrento. After a load of shit, he helped my uncle… with operations. They stole a few precious things, heists, street racers… The last time they did a heist, they pulled it off, the Río heist. I was conceived sometime around there, I think…"

"I heard about that on the news. Em and I were travelling around Brazil at the time… they stole the actual volt…"

"Yeah, it was a major thing. My uncle Han and his now girlfriend helped out and they´re in Asia at the moment… another few people helped out, but they´re all hiding in their money somewhere. One of my best friends, Lock as I call him, (Ludacris), helped out majorly. I love that dude and miss him… I miss my family… I was sent here to live an American life, but it´s not going to plan. I was reluctant to leave and I´m reluctant to stay. I hate living here with the constant fear and the constant feeling of missing someone. On top of that I have what could be called body guards; they look out for me in this weird way… Max and Damon are two of them. Damon is my new best friend and Max… well definitely a friend…"

"Wow… erm… Max was the dude you were making out with?" She inquired calmly.

"Yeah, but it was a show, to keep guys away from me. He is… gorgeous, but there´s nothing there, bar a normal healthy friendship. He is a good kisser though…" I chewed on my lip and waited for her to speak.

"So you race…?"

"Yeah, my uncle and father trained me well. My aunt and mother did as well, but the men were a bigger influence. My mum didn´t want me to race so young… but it´s in my blood. My uncle told me about this race so that I at least was happy for a few hours, a day… I came in first…" I grinned blindly.

"Yeah I saw, you could have been killed. I wasn´t sure it as you until you just confirmed it, but you really good have been killed and Edward would have gone…"

"But I won! The only damage is a small bruise on my elbow and my baby… stupid bastard…" I muttered and went over her words again. "Wait- why would Edward go berserk?"

"Not my place to tell… Is there anything else?" She pulled down a dirt road and into the woods.

"Unless you guys want to know where my tattoos are or anything like that, for now I can´t think of anything… Oh! I had a fight with my dad the other day and haven´t spoke to him in a while… I feel guilty, but I won´t back down!" I huffed and slid further into the seat when she parked up, exited and opened my door up.

"You still drunk?" She asked.

"Maybe…" I sang.

It took a while for me to get out of the car and I refused her help. She waited rather patiently for her and as soon as my sorry ass was out of my car, Edward brought his speeding car to a halt, making a perfect U-turn. "Emmett has been making you some brownies. His memories a little fuzzy from when he made them as a human, but hopefully they´ll be edible and may sober you up a bit." I nodded my head light yet heavy. I felt funny. Yes, I had been drunk before, but I was sure I´d pay for this one in the morning. "I´m carrying you, no ifs, no buts." The next thing I knew, I was on their couch, spread out as the rest of the family sat around me on the other furniture in concern, worry and upmost- curiosity.

"Here ya go, kiddo" Emmett was suddenly kneeled next to me with a plate of fresh out of the oven brownies and a glass of strawberry smoothie. "I remember weirdly enough my human hangovers and this seemed to always help. Drink the smoothie all up, it will help- secret ingredient," he winked at me before taking two small steps back and sitting down, waiting. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, resting the plate on my lap and the drink on the floor. I did not trust my hands right now.

I noticed then that Rose and Eddie were not there, forcing me to use my hoarse voice. "Rose, just tell him, I don´t want to!" With a huff, I shook my head and started eating a brownie. "Bloody hell, Emmett…" I took another and swallowed it down. "Are you a secret super baker or something, these are seriously…. Hmm… dreamy…" They weren´t too heavy or too light and they were soft to the bite and touch of the tongue. The small chocolate chips melted away gently on your mouth and sent my taste spuds to heaven.

"Glad you like them, Bells." His goofy smile returned, but I knew deep down he could be the most serious person in the world and the most caring one if he wanted to.

"Erm… yo-you got any questions?" I yawned like papa bear, and felt a small tickle of water run down the length of my cheek.

"Hey… hey, what´s wrong, dear?" Esme had me in a hug within the second, cooing and soothing my hair down with his soft fingers.

"I made a mistake… too many but I shouldn´t have down what I did… I miss them and I hate them for this… I need to go home!" Tears shed down my face and brownies were being munched on. I took a draught from my drink that was equally as great as the brownies. This dude was becoming my personal brownie bear chef.

Silence, bar my munching and slurping, hit the room. It was rather uncomfortable and I could tell the vamps were listening in on something else. Five long minutes passed and I took myself to the bathroom, not one of the supernatural's there even knew I had left. As soon as I found it, all that was left was to dive down as fast as humanly possible and lean over the toilet. Nothing came for a while, but that horrible daunting feeling was a constant pain in my ass. I finally heard movement downstairs and a calling of my name. I didn´t respond, scared of what would come out of my mouth if I did.

"Bells-boo!" Emmett´s voice was the strongest, and I wondered why they didn´t just sniff my scent already. I felt it coming, faster with every second, forcing its way up my throat, and before I could take a hold on reality, I retched up whatever acid was in my stomach into the toilet. My throat burned, my skin stuck to my clothes and I felt like shit. Without warning, a cold hand pressed itself around my forehead; the other brushed my hair away from the mess. "Rose told me…" His voice was a gift against my clammy skin and I leaned further into him.

"Edward, take your shirt off," I ordered hoarsely, I could feel him stiffen behind me.

"You´re drunk Bella."

"No I´m not. You're as cold as ice and your body is my best friend right now, so take it off and hug me or I swear to god I will find away to tear that beautiful head of yours off of that god damn gorgeous body of yours!" My voice cracked once or twice, causing me to flinch. He looks skeptical, as I turned around to face him. I pouted and brought out the big puppy eyes. He let his head drop in defeat, taking off his shirt and flicking it aside. Alice passed by the door, stopped, looked directly in my eyes before winking and speeding away. Pixie…!

His chest was better than I imagined it, sculpted better than any, chiseled and toned. He even had those god damn bone-muscles things that guys have that… well make a bit of a V down to their pelvis. It´s the only way I can explain them and the send me a wee bit horny, especially on Edward. This dude would be the death of me. And when I turned around and he pressed himself against my back and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, I died and went to heaven. "Edwa-" My voice cut off and I went back over the toilet. It took ten minutes for nothing to be left in my stomach what so ever. What was left was acid and I was not letting that crap come up my throat. It was hurting enough.

"Ugh… Edward, let me just get a drink," I got up and walked over to the sink, stretching my neck and wounding it as so I could let most of the water drop into my mouth at least. After refreshing myself and sinking back down to the floor, Edward kneeled down in front of me. My drunken side brought my hand up and traced his more than well defined body. He shivered under my touched, but stayed mainly still, his eyes never leaving my face, scrutinizing my emotions that played out very well on my face. I started to lean closer and closer, he didn´t say a word, but his eyes stayed focused on my face. What the fuck am I doing? My head screamed at me. I didn´t listen, Stupid bitch, Stop! After that I didn´t hear another real and sensible thought. I think I killed myself…

But, my hand stalked forward once more, stupid stupid hand, and stupid stupid mouth. It just wouldn´t say the right things! "Eddie…" I was now lying in his lap, my face looking up at him. He didn´t look appeased with his nickname, but drunk Bella wasn´t a listener right now. "I… I´m drunk!" I pointed towards myself and grinned like a kid on Christmas.

"I know," He smiled that crooked smile and set my insides all bubbly. His voice itself was an eargasm, you just couldn´t not want to jump this guy. "And tomorrow, unfortunately, will not be the best of days for you…" His chest rumbled under my hands and I giggled quietly.

"I´ll live," Without… the slightest or tiniest warning, my mouth found itself gently against a small amount of skin on his stomach. "Tasty," I grinned and licked that part of skin. He did taste nice, and when I say that don´t go all perverted on me, not unless something like that was to happen, and then you could let your minds free to think the dirty truth. But his skin tasted… like nothing I had tasted before, yet it was still yummy as hell. I was sick in the head, I had to be.

My tongue started to head upwards until it hit the crook of his neck. He was tense, like hundred year old statue type tense and still he said not one word. "Your skin tastes nice," I mumbled and I felt his chest vibrate my hands again as he chuckled lowly. With a soft movement, I pushed his back against the wall and sat on top of him, a leg on either side. Luckily the dress a loud this without major problems. He stared into my eyes, my eyes wide and hungry, his eyes however were a mix of unknowable emotions. I leaned in closer and closer, my nose touching the bridge of his.

"Bella, are you sure this isn´t the alcohol? I don´t want you to regret this tomorrow and never speak to me again."

"I´m sure. I´ve been wanting to do this since the day I first laid my eyes on you. I love Damon and now Max like brothers. I love you nothing like a brother. The dreams I´ve had with you are something you can never do to a brother without throwing up or going to jail," TOO MUCH INFO! So now my mind decided to work again! A bit late, don´t you think? "I, Isabella O Connor, love you, Edward Masen Cullen. The alcohol has only made me finally say what I want to. Though I will probably regret this in the morning, rejection isn´t something my brain was thinking of when speaking, heck it should shut its self up! I really shouldn´t have said any of thi-" Ice and fire collided as he pulled my face forward and pressed his lips against mine. We moved our tongues like clockwork, a dance it seemed. His mouth trailed along my jaw and along my collarbone, his brows furrowed the whole time. I pulled away and stared intently at his face. "What´s wrong?" I breathed out, pulling his chin up and staring him in the eyes.

"Nothing," He replied softly, his breath bouncing off of my face.

"I don´t believe you," I glared at him, he gave in.

"Your blood… it´s just… wow. It´s strong and I could quite easily take it, but I can´t and I won´t because, my feelings for you have been, are and will ever be more than just a friend. Since the day Alice showed me you in her vision two years ago, I had waited for you. Then you came and it was… I had to refrain from pushing you up against the wall and pressing my mouth against yours, even though that would be against how I was brought up. I love you, my dear and have done for a long time now. When I saw you with that man earlier this evening… I felt horrible, I was… partly destroyed, but it was your choice and-"

"Okay, my choice is you and you can push me up against any wall any time, I will not object. However, my breath is back and I´m still drunk, which means all the emotional stuff can wait until Ima happy sober bunny!" I crashed my lips back on his, and made my way down to his neck, sucking and biting. His moans were soft and heavy and my victory giggle was hilarious. His jeans, I could tell, were now "magically" too tight as he was constantly ragging them around below me. "Don´t worry, let´s go down stairs." I pulled myself up, passed him his shirt somehow and pranced down the stairs, leaving him behind. My body flew to the sofa quickly, feeling dizzy again, but my mind was slightly off, black edges closing in on my sight. "Fluffy… bunnies…" I had a serious problem with bunnies that night, one that freaked me out slightly, but as always, my subconscious was a bitch and dragged me under.

The next morning…. Afternoon? Night time? I really hadn´t a clue when I woke up, just that the blinds were pulled closed, I was now in my room and a half naked Damon was laying next to me. Obviously I wasn´t expecting any of this, forcing myself to scream as soon as I saw him. Well, more like felt his arm around my own. His response was to pop an eye open before laying the rest of his body on top of me. "Silence!" He moaned into my shoulder blade.

"Too much drink, lover boy?" I laughed, pushing his own body up with my chest.

"Stop laughing, stop the chest vibrating… I´m too fragile for this." He yawned, not moving an inch.

"So you´ll be no use if I´m attacked right now, great," I laughed again, "And I bet that if I offered sex up on a plate to you, you´d probably say no… even though I was prepared to-"

"What did you just say?" His head was now up, his hair was messy and the perfect example of god damn sex hair.

"So now I exist! And nothing, my body is being saved for a little while longer, I doubt my family would be happy you "spoiled" me. Wow… that sounds really sad…"

"I´d never sleep with you anyway, I´ve had enough friends with benefits to realize at the end that the benefit ends up becoming a curse, especially when the said girl falls in love with you." I grinned and pushed him back over to the other side of the bed, jumping on top of him and playing with a stuck out strand of his hair.

"You had fun with Laurie?" I raised my eyebrows pathetically and bounced on his stomach just to annoy the hell out of him. I surprisingly was hangover free, a day I would treasure for the rest of my life.

He groaned some more. "Was that her name? Was I that drunk? Really? Ugh… next time save me, kay?" I feigned a contemplative face, however, they only thing rushing through my brain was humor.

"You left a broken heart behind you… in the films the girl normally goes all stalker like and tracks you down, then kidnapping and possibly raping you… I´ll help you next time, but only because you´re living under my roof and I don´t want no freaky psycho bitch at my door, okay?" He smiled up in gratitude.

"I know deep down you´re doing it for me, baby." I rolled my eyes. "So how was it with Max? And why the hell did you leave so early?" So many questions, so much dreadful time.

"Max is great, not my type though. He´s coming over next week, I think. I´ll have to ring him and ask when I said. Aaaaa-nd, the Cullen´s brought me home. Well Rose and Edward."

"Edward eh, that dude you have a mental crush on? Or is it the dude you´re in love with?" I smacked his chest and glared-pouted.

"He, is a great guy… we´re also… kind of… going out now…" I whispered the last part and Damon stiffened below me, and not in the way you may think.

"Your dad won´t be happy, Bells. Are you sure? Isn´t it risky? Want me to get a background check done? Is he even your type?" I sighed and slouched over, my hair wafting his shoulders.

"Brian can go fuck himself. They want me to have a typical American life? Well this is a typical American life, the homework, the school, the high school boyfriend. This is what they wanted; if they create then I have no reason to speak to them again for cause of being hypocritical, selfish and judgmental. I´ve never been so sure in my life and it can be as risky as it wants to be, I´ve always liked danger. And NO background check at all, if you want your balls to stay put, got it? For your last question, I don´t have a type, I just know when I like someone more than a handshake or a hug. He´s slightly dangerous, but in the good way, he listens and is kind. He´s the type of guy I want and I now magically have him, so don´t ruin this for me, please. Not a lot of things have happened to me while I´ve been here that have made me smile, he is one of them. The whole Cullen family is one of them, Max is one of them, my grandfather is one of them, and you, my gorgeously hot lover are one of them. And if we can, I´d like to get those papers forged and legally be your sister for this time next year. We have time and by then school will be over and it will be time to travel a little. I don´t want to lose you, Damon." The edges of his eyes crinkled up as he smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"I´ll never leave you, honey. We´ll see about the papers in a few weeks. I´d have to talk to a few people, it´s quite time consuming and school is ending soon for you. Graduation will be up next, and seen as though you skipped prom to come to the race, I´m making you go to the graduation. And the dance your school is having at the end of your year is a definite a go to. Go with your boyfriend, I don´t care, just go. I´ve said go too many times now, and hopefully you will have got the idea" He smirked at me and turned the table, flipping me so as to leave me on my back and his body hovering over.

"Just, if you guys do it, be careful. I don´t want any accidents or… well whatever it is you kids do."

"SERIOUSLY? You´re the one that´s going to tell me about this crap having gotten laid last bloody night?"

"Someone has to, ignoring your dad isn´t helping you… I´ve bought some waffles the other day, come on." He grudgingly pulled his body off of the mattress, leaving where his breath bounced off cold.

We were in silence as he made the waffles, I observed during this time the way his jeans hung awkwardly off of him. I myself was still in the same clothes, just not as messed up. "I´m going for a shower after, kay? So no cutting in line or I´ll cut your balls of in your sleep."

"Wow, rather protective over hot water aren´t we?" He laughed and placed my plate of waffles and cream in front of me.

"I am when I´m grouchy, now silence, my head isn´t at its best." After we ate in silence I started towards the stairs when the doorbell sounded. I was about to turn when a voice flooded through and I froze.

"F.B.I, is anybody home?" Damon shot out of the kitchen and mouthed for me to go to the bathroom, lock the door and get in the shower. I tiptoed upstairs before he opened the door. When I locked the door and turned the shower on, my phone magically- somehow left there- appeared on the sink. I turned quickly to the hidden cams in the living room and plugged in my earphones. Yes, this bathroom seemed to have everything I needed, even spare clothes. I thought back when it clicked, Alice. Smart little pixie. The room started to steam up, but I could still hear perfectly. Advantage of having family from the F.B.I.

"Does a Bella O´ Conner live here?" Came a deep voice, ringing with authority.

"You must be mistaken. My uncle Charlie, chef police is at work. Only myself and him live here."

"Then who is in the shower?" The agent inquired.

"My girlfriend. We went to a party last night and ended up crashing here. Her name´s Ally Shaine and she lives in her flat in Seattle, but she´s actually from England. It makes it slightly harder for us to see us other, living in Seattle and all, but we manage." I wiped my phone down and saw a love-struck smile on his face, his eyes gleaming. He could act, that I was certain of.

"Do you mind if we could have a talk with her? Maybe she knows this Bella."

"Erm… sure, I´ll go see if she ready…" Damon started towards the bathroom when the agent followed. I suddenly got into gear and dove out of my clothes and straight into the shower, shivering at the heat.

A knock came at the door. "Baby, are you done? Somebody would like to see you." I groaned inwardly, but replied with the best British accent I could, and rather a convincing one at that.

"Almost done, love." I jumped back out of the shower, now drenched, and grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around myself. I was luckily free of makeup and my hair looked red in the strangely lit bathroom. Even my eyes had gone a shade lighter and looked more hazel. I messed my hair up to try and hide some features, mainly my cheekbones (Hey, superheroes aren´t recognized just by the fact that their cheekbones are covered, so it had to be true). I opened the door, showing my clothes chucked on the floor and- yes I would later kill the pixie- packets of condom´s resting on the sink.

"Hi! I´m Alley and you are?" At that point I would have flashed him if it got me out of troubles way, but it seemed that wasn´t necessary when he smiled brightly. He didn´t recognize me. He was tall and rather young, early thirties I´d say, with stubble and short black locks. His eyes were a dashing hazel. Again, why was I always surrounded with hot guys a lately?

"I´m agent Carter, nice to meet you." I stretched my hand and shook his, my other securely around my towel. "I´m sorry for disturbing your… shower," He blushed and looked at the floor.

"Oh it´s fine, I´ll probably end up back in there in a little while," I grinned at Damon, and he got the message, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Well, do you happen to know a Bella O´ Connor? She used to live around here, but they say she´s gone missing, maybe kidnapped. Can you help me on this?" His eyes widened puppy like and I smiled gently.

"I would love to, honestly. But I don´t spend much time around these parts and I´ve only been living in Seattle for a year now… I really am sorry I couldn´t help…" I pouted and looked towards my feet. Really, my back story was I was kidnapped? They really didn´t one anyone knowing?

"It´s fine, Miss Shaine. If you do hear anything though, contact this number. I should be going, thank you for your time and sorry if I´ve caused any trouble."

"No, no trouble at all, Mr. Connor. It´s been a pleasure!" He handed me a card with a number and headed back down stairs with Damon. Only thing that passed through my brain was… Sweet Crap on a cracker…

Damon followed him down and let him out, running back in the stairs as soon as he was out of site. Within a second of seeing him, his arms pulled me into an embrace and held quite hard. "That was close…" I mumbled, hugging him back. "Next time, though, leave the whole British thing out of it. My accent is as see through as water.

"I´ll do my best," He chuckled against my ear. "But I think you pulled it off perfectly." I smiled, but nudged him aside.

"Aha… whatever you say. Let me just get dressed." I looked up into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back before looking over my body. Water droplets clung to my skin as did my wet hair, I was standing in a towel for god´s sake, yet I wasn´t self-conscious in the least. My toes mastered their strength as I pulled my weight on top of them, to close the gap between us. Within a seconds passing, my tongue darted out and licked the length of his left cheek. He stared back shocked before suddenly picking me up by the waist and chucking me over his shoulder. He started running towards my room, with me screaming and giggling. A weird mixture, if you ask me. He plopped me down on my bed, hovering over dangerously close. My towel had somehow survived the attack. "I thought you were hung over?" I asked with a smirk.

"A lady like yourself has magically cured me, mam," He said in a southern accent, lowering his invisible hat.

"A lady, I´m damn sure I´m not, lover boy, or my mama would have my head for being dressed so exposing in front of a gentleman." I grinned up towards him, and I growled playfully. Yeah… don´t know where that came from.

"You're the ladiest of them all, dear. And you should think no less of yourself. Your mama, on the other hand, would never refuse such an offer of marriage from myself to a daughter like you."

"Oh, marriage? But aren´t we too young, my dear soul!" I giggled as he stood up straight, allowing me to sit up and re-secure the dear towel.

"So you do not accept my offer? Do you not love me with all your heart like you declared not so long ago?"

"I am just shocked, ´tis all. And my declarations are true as all, like yours said to me. And so I shall scream out to my mama and papa that we are to be wed! Oh, the lord, how happy they will be, my love! How happy! Before the time has passed I will be carrying your darling children and we will live on the family farm! Oh, kiss me! Kiss me and tell me you do not lie!" I reached my hand out towards him and he held it in one of his own.

"Wed we shall, and children we shall have, my baby. Though I need to ask your papa for his consentment and until such a time we cannot kiss in such a public place. Whatever would happen if your dear mama walked in on us in a passionate embrace? I dear say she would turn your fathers head to decline us being together. I give thy soft soul one chaste kiss on the cheek until the night we wed and now I go of to ask your dear papa!" He kissed me softly on the cheek before walking off dramatically out of the door. I pushed my back against the bed and started an all out laugh out loud session. He soon came bounding back in laughing himself. "After our little private show, I have to go to the supermarket. Be back in about ten, so be good." He kissed my forehead before running back out the door. When I heard the front door close, I got up and went straight downstairs. Yes, in the towel, but my favorite jeans were down there.

As soon as I had jumped the last step, the doorbell went again. Thinking it was Damon already, forgetting his keys or something; I ran and opened the door. Drops of water could be heard rolling off of my hair and hitting the ground in the clear silence. "I thought you were… sorry, erm… want to come in?" The Cullen family bar the parents stood outside of my house. Edward was clearly taking in the state I was in.

"Drink anybody?" I cleared my voice as they laughed at my stupid comment. I moved to the side and let them roll inside. Once they all seated themselves on the sofa, I excused my self, blushing a rather world-record type of red. The first thing my mind told me to do as I entered my room and closed the door was to dive face first onto my bed and groan. I really should look through the peep hole to see who rings the door more often. I'd save myself from a lot of moments like this.

Sense seemed to kick in quickly and I soon found myself in jeans and an over sized top of Damon's. My hair was... well it wasn't dripping any more.

Once I re-entered the living room, all eyes were on me. I stayed on my feet and leaned against the closest wall. Alice was the first to speak. "So... where should we begin? Oh, I know!" And of course, being the psychic pixie she was, she did.

I hope you guys liked, ^^

I'll update as soon as I've finished the last two exams I have, cause of two failed classes... One of which the teacher failed all of my year, so technically, I didn't fail. I'm just sat around plotting out a plan to kill him painfully... :P

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