1:43AM(PST) ßAWWWW! I LOVE YOU! Lol.

Sorry if this Chapter is offensive in anyway.

Sorry for the long wait… there's just been so much going on.

In the bright side I graduate on Friday! Then off to college… I'm kinda bummed about college… I just want to sleep. I'm so tired of school. Lol.

Enjoy.

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(Bella's POV)

Edward and I sat together on the Cullen's soft white couch in the living room watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire one Saturday afternoon.

"I think Ron is a tool," Edward said suddenly in a matter of fact tone.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Look at the way he just waved at that Cedric guy, very tool-ish," he said, his perfect face was smooth and collected as always. "And I'm pretty sure he's in love with Viktor."

I stared at him for a brief moment, I was just about to say something until Emmett skipped happily into the room.

"Oh for the love of all that is holy," Edward said rolling his eyes.

I was confused… as always.

Emmett sat in the arm chair next to us, he grinned happily.

That's when I noticed something glisten on his left ring finger.

"Emmett," I started, "that's not your wedding band."

"I know," Emmett said, his grin growing wider.

"What ring is that?"

"Please Bella," Edward practically begged me, "don't urge him."

I was growing more and more confused by the second.

"Well, I'm glad you asked Bella," Emmett began, "have you ever heard of the Jonas Brothers?"

I was taken aback, "the J-Jonas Brothers?"

"Yes Bella, the Jonas Brothers," he was speaking very formally as if trying to sell me something.

"Yes?" my answer came out as a question.

"You see Bella, the Jonas Brothers where these things called purity rings…"

Oh jeez, I can already see where this is going.

"So you're abstinent?" I asked, jumping to conclusions.

I heard Edward sigh and from the corner of my eye I could see him shaking his head.

"Yes," he said simply.

"But you're married already."

"Well, Rose always wanted another wedding," he just shrugged.

"Does Rosalie know about this?"

"Nope, but she'll find out in about three and a half seconds," Edward said with a smirk.

The once calm, grinning Emmett was now in a state of panic.

"You didn't think this all the way through, huh Em?" Edward said still smirking.

We heard the clicking of Rosalie's heels get closer and closer.

"Think what all the way through?" she asked as she walked into the room.

"Why don't you tell her Em?"

"Tell me what?" Rosalie's beautiful face looked confused.

"Emmett's made a life changing decision," I could tell Edward was just feeding the flame. He enjoyed watching his favorite brother squirm against the person he feared most, his wife.

"Emmett what is he talking about," Rosalie was becoming more and more perplexed about the whole situation.

"Uhh, Babe?" Emmett started, "How would you like another wedding?"

Rosalie let out a squeal of delight, "Really?!"

In a blink of an eye she was at Emmett's side showering him with kisses. I felt embarrassed watching this, so I quickly looked away. But, not without turning a deep shade of red.

I felt Edward's cold finger tips stroke my cheek, like he always did when I blushed. I looked into his eyes.

He looked into mine.

"Tell her the catch," Edward said not looking away from me.

Any other day I wouldn't dare look away from his gaze, but I was just so curious about how this whole thing would turn out.

"Catch?" Rosalie said mid-kiss.

Emmett chuckled nervously, "Uhh… you see this ring?"

He presented his left hand.

"Emmett, what in the world is that ugly thing?!" Rosalie said suddenly, "That is not the wedding band I bought you."

"I know that babe… it's my purity ring."

Rosalie looked at both me and Edward. I quickly looked away, her gazes still made me uncomfortable.

She narrowed her eyes, "Purity… ring?"

"Yes."

"And what exactly does this purity ring mean?" her tone was deadly, as if telling Emmett to choose his next words carefully.

"I am completely celibate."

Rosalie was quickly on her feet as she looked down at Emmett. Her face was cool and collected, but you can just feel the anger seeping out of her pores.

"Excuse me?" she said quietly.

Edward tried holding in snickers.

"I'm refraining from sex," he didn't dare look her in the eyes, which I understood completely.

"So…" she spoke softly but calmly, "Are you telling me… that you will not have sex with me until our next wedding? Your wife? Who you are already married too?"

Emmett mumbled inaudibly for both me and the two vampires with the most sensitive hearing in the world.

"What?" Rosalie's words reminded me of a viper snake. It seemed so calm and smooth, but then you never know when it would strike."

"Yes."

"Yes?" she leaned slightly towards him pretending she didn't hear him. She then looked at Edward and me again, "He said 'yes.' You hear that Bella?" This was the first time she has ever addressed me personally, "he said 'yes.'"

She smiled humbly.

She cleared her throat and began to nod, "okay, alright… Get up."

"What?" Emmett looked frightened.

"You heard me," she told him, "Get. Up."

He did as he was told and got up slowly and cautiously. He was a full head taller than her but you can see the fear in his eyes as he looked down at her.

"Lets go," she took his hand and began dragging him out of the room.

"Where are we going?"

"Upstairs."

"Why?"

"We're going to have sex, right now… And you're going to like it…"

"What?! No!"

Edward and I watched as Emmett struggled in Rosalie's grasp, trying to desperately get away.

"I'm abstinent!" he screamed.

"The hell you are!"

They began shouting at each other as Rosalie dragged him up the stairs.

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

"If it means I have to fuck you stupid for this damn idea to leave you're head… SO BE IT!"

Edward who was once smirking was now watching in disgust. I only watched wide-eyed.

"No Rose! NOOOOOO!"

*SLAM!*

His screams were cut short by the slamming of their bedroom door. I was speechless I didn't know what to say.

"Lets go, Bella," Edward said suddenly rising to his feet.

"Where we going?"

He took me by the shoulders and gently picked me off the couch and onto my feet.

"Far…Far…Away," he told me, "I don't want you to hear anything. I don't even think I can return home for a couple of days."