A/N: Two chapters in one night is something isn't it? This one has something for everyone. Well over the age of 18 that is. Brownies, tattoos, piercings, and....some lemonade. (Just a little though)

Disclaimer: My cat Snickers thinks I am its owner...

Chapter 4: I Love Brownies

BPOV

By Friday night I was bored out of my fucking mind so I started baking. Baking is what I did when I was bored, anxious, or anytime that I had to have something to do with my hands.

Midway through my brownies, I realized I didn't have any butter. Damn it, Jasper and his fucking popcorn that he insisted on drowning in butter.

Thinking that I would just run across the hall to Alice's, I didn't bother putting anything on, I just stayed in my boy shorts and tank top not even stopping for shoes. I'd been home alone all evening and didn't think anything of the outfit I had on. And Alice seeing me like this wasn't gonna be any skin off my back. She has the same parts, so what's the dif?

To my surprise, and probably his, Alice was not who opened the door when I knocked.

Edward stood in the open doorway staring at me, looking my body up and down, with a slight smile playing across his lips.

You like what you see, Cullen?

The more he stared, the more I became self-conscious and crossed my arms over my chest realizing I hadn't bothered to put a bra on in my quick attempt to get some much needed butter.

Smart one, Swan.

Edward stood there in a sleeveless t-shirt, showing off all his glorious muscles, and navy blue running shorts. Tattoos ran up his legs as well as his arms.

Fuck me, I will say it again.

This man is like walking sex.

And that body, ugh....

Edward hadn't made his presence known lately, and I couldn't believe the way my body was reacting to the God, probably from all my alone time thinking about this Angel standing in front of me.

"Hey." Edward ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned against the doorframe, beer in hand, and he gave me a crooked smile that melted me. A pool was forming in my thin shorts, and I was ready to blow the whistle and tell the kids that break time was over; the pool was full.

"Hey," I said in return. I couldn't think of anything further to say, trying to hard to hide my stare.

I came here for a reason right?

"So, you want to come in or something? It's...kind of drafty in the hall." Edward was openly staring at my chest with a big grin across his lips.

Yep, no bra on as I was home alone and only expecting to see Alice.

It was cold to say the least.

"Oh, uh, sure." I walked passed him into his apartment, which looked a lot like ours.

Except for the cloud of smoke lingering in the living room.

Edward went and sat down on the couch, picked up his lit cigarette and continued to smoke. He motioned for me to have a seat next to him. I sat down, crossing my legs underneath myself unsure of what to say. Edward picked up his beer and silently asked me if I wanted one. I nodded yes and he went to the kitchen, brought back another, and opened it before passing it over.

"So, do you always knock on your neighbor's door looking like...that?" Edward asked with a smirk, eyeing my chest.

Keep staring buddy, I know you like what you see. The bulge in your damn shorts gives you away in a BIG way.

"Oh." I looked down at my appearance. "No, I thought Alice would be here, and it didn't really matter what she saw me in." I thought about what I said and took a drink of my beer and thought some more. "Not that I didn't want to see you. I mean I wanted to see you. But you haven't been around, and I figured you wouldn't be here...okay, here I go with the word vomit again." I rushed the last part and looked down at my beer bottle knowing I was rambling like the fool I was.

"You wanted to see me?" Edward laughed, took another pull from his smoke and exhaled.

Um, duh?

"Yeah, I guess I did." I took a sip from my beer and leaned forward to put it on his coffee table. As I moved, my tank top rode up and showed the almost healed bruised flesh of my hip.

Edward set his beer down, and to my surprise rubbed his hand over my bruises. That same electricity that I felt at the bar shot through me where he touched.

"Bella, is this from that night at the bar?" Edward left his hand on my hip. The warmth almost brought me over the edge.

Would you like if I lied and said no? I have a blood disorder?

An angered expression passed over his face.

"Yeah. It's fine though. Almost healed. Not like I haven't had much worse." The last part I said low, mumbling to myself.

"What did you say?" Edward asked. Apparently he has the ears of a dog.

"I fall a lot. Get bruised easy." I looked down at the hem of my shirt.

Yeah, that's a good cover up. Now I sound like a battered wife who is in denial.

Great.

"Hmm." Edward picked up his beer and offered me mine.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence we fell into easy conversation, changing the subject away from my bruises. Edward asked what brought me to the city, and I told him about my writing. He seemed truly interested in it. Either that, or he was the world's best liar. Edward told me more about the shop, and sounded down when he asked why I hadn't been in yet. I was honest and told him that I didn't think that he was interested, and wanted to keep my distance. To that, he just laughed.

Cryptic much?

"Edward, why did you leave the bar the other night?" It had been bothering me for the past two weeks and now was as good of a time to ask as any.

"Oh." He looked like he was trying to figure out what to say to me. "I got in a fight with a friend and felt like getting fucked up by myself. So I walked home, stopped at the liquor store first, got a bottle of Jack, and drank myself until I passed out."

Hmm, I thought. I didn't see him talking to anyone at the bar, and I really didn't think that was the reason he left, but wanted to hear him try to make an excuse. "Well, I had a fun time with you that night, and was bummed when I lost my drinking buddy." I gave him a smile as his piercing green eyes met mine.

Edward smiled at this and took another drink of his beer, so I followed suit. Something was on his mind that he didn't want to talk about, and I wasn't going to push.

"So Bella," Edward started, ripping the label off his bottle with fidgety hands. "What's with you and Jasper? Is he your boyfriend or something?" He almost mumbled the last part.

I guess he did want to talk about it after all.

"Um, definitely not. Jasper and I have been friends since we were eight. He's been there for me through some really hard times. He's a great guy, but we've been through too much to be romantically involved. I practically think of him as my brother. And besides, haven't you noticed how much time he's been spending with Alice?" Edward didn't seem like a dense guy, but if he couldn't see what was going on between Alice and Jasper, I was going to have to rethink that.

"Yeah, I just wanted to be sure. You guys live with each other and shit, and...I just didn't know." Edward looked down as he spoke, unsure of himself.

This jealous thing is actually kind of cute.

"Edward, what's it to you even if we are together?" I knew I was getting pissy, but I wanted to know what it was that Edward was getting at. The jealousy was cute, but we needed to get a few things straight.

I wanted it to bother him, just so I knew that he had feelings for me too.

"Just wondering what my chances are to getting to know you I guess, I don't fucking know," Edward replied not wanting to make eye contact and peeling the label off his bottle.

"And since you're wondering if you can get to know me, what are you going to do about it?" I asked, starting to get a little heated. "Because you haven't been around for the last two weeks. You could get to know me if you wanted too."

You REALLY could've gotten to know me if you'd played your cards right buddy.

"Bella...." Edward looked broken. "I want to get to know you, but...I have a hard time letting people in. I'm complicated, and shit." He ran his hands through his hair again. "I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not good at this."

Believe me when I say that I'm complicated and shit, too.

I hadn't noticed myself getting closer, but now our knees were touching and I was leaning forward towards Edward. "Edward, I want to get to know you too. Will you let me in?" My hand ran lightly over his left cheek. His eyes shut as he leaned into my touch.

Much to my liking, Edward didn't respond with words. Instead he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. I leaned forward into him as he pulled my mouth in for a kiss. This wasn't a soft kiss. This kiss had urgency behind it. It was hard, and hot, and sexy, and God it was amazing.

God I love this kiss. It's like nothing I've experienced before.

My experiences made me believe that I wasn't worthy of a kiss like this.

But maybe there was hope for me after all. Maybe Edward could be the guy that showed me what love really was. I'd be willing to give him a chance at trying at least.

Edward deepened the kiss and soon his hands were all over my body, under my shirt, grabbing my ass, running up my sides and fingering through my hair. I grabbed onto his arms and was enveloped by his muscles hardening under my touch, holding me in place.

After a few heated moments, we had to break free from each other to breathe. Both of us were panting like we'd been running.

I'd do marathons with you any day of the week. ANY day of the week.

I continued to sit in Edward's lap as we stared into each other's eyes when we began talking.

"So, what exactly did you come over here for again? Not that I'm complaining, just enjoying this outfit you have on." Edward rubbed his hand over my thin tank top, which caused me to shiver at his touch. "And if it wasn't for me then--"

I cut Edward off. "I was making brownies and I didn't have any butter. I needed some butter." My words came out a little more rushed than I meant. "Oh, and by the way," I whispered into his ear, "this," I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest -- apparently bold Bella was out to play -- "outfit is for you. I love Alice, but I was hoping you would be here." I really hoped that he was going to be home, and the no bra thing was really working to my advantage.

Hearing Edward moan made me moan as he began hungrily kissing me starting at my lips, and working his way down my neck and collarbone.

Dear Lord and baby Jesus that feels so fucking good.

Edward moved down toward my chest, licking at the thin fabric above my tank top. He nuzzled his nose underneath the fabric of my shirt searching for and finding the top of my left breast. His lips opened and he began sucking on the sensitive skin, making my entire body tingle in pleasure.

In the two relationships that I'd had, foreplay had never been about me. It was about him, and his needs. So in theory, this was virgin territory for me and I loved it. A guy that I cared about was actually spending time trying to make me feel good.

Edward's head moved further into my shirt and before I knew it, he'd taken my hardened nipple in his mouth. I was straddling his thighs and the heat coming from my core was radiating through those thin shorts.

He had to have felt what he did to me. Hell, the couch probably felt what he did to me.

I felt him harden beneath me as he began nuzzling his nose to the other side, where he took my right nipple in his mouth and began the same torturously amazing movements causing me to moan loudly over and over again.

My back arched as Edward pulled my body closer to him, taking more and more of my breast with each suckle. Although Edward was working my body over like never before, I needed to say something, end this before things went too far. I mean, I barely knew him and should make him wait a few dates for it, or something.

I'm not a slut by any means, and this was not something that I'd ever done before.

I pulled back from his grasp thinking he would get the hint, but he just pulled me tighter against him.

"Edward," I pushed against his chest again hoping that I didn't need to use my karate nunchuck skills on his fuckhot body. He continued to suck and nibble down my chest making me moan at how his lips and tongue felt on me. He wasn't getting the clue because I was obviously sending mixed signals. Although he didn't loosen his grip, I wasn't afraid of him hurting me. Edward wouldn't hurt me. I knew this without knowing him. "Edward!" I yelled a little louder.

This time he stopped sucking and looked up at me. "Bella? Do you not want this?" He looked sad like I stole his puppy from underneath his eyes. I could feel his prominent hard-on beneath me, and felt bad for giving him a wicked case of blue balls. "Shit Bella, I'm sorry. That was way out of line."

"No, it's not that, Edward." I tried to reason with him, there was no reason that he needed to beat himself up over something that I obviously wanted just as bad as he did. "I do want this. You have no idea what you do to me." I rubbed myself into him a little more so he knew exactly how much I wanted him. Yeah, why don't you make a nice stain on his shorts? That'll be a good reminder.

Edward apparently took this as a sign to continue on, rubbing my clit through my thin shorts, causing my hips to buck into his hand with every swipe of his fingers. "Bella, I think I'm quite aware of what I do to you."

As much as I wanted to continue our impromptu make out session, we both stopped, his hands resting on my ass as we cooled off enough to act like rational adults again.

Yeah, I wanted more too, but he didn't understand. I wasn't used to feeling like this. And it was going to take some time to help me figure out that Edward was real and genuine.

A little more time.

I needed to get to know him, and the kind of person he was.

"Edward," I put my hand on his cheek so that I could see he was looking at me. "I've had some bad relationships in my past, and I need to get to know who you are before things go any further. I've gotta look out for myself a little more than I have."

"Okay." He looked hurt but understanding, his eyes showing that he was deep in thought. "Look Bella, this isn't something that I typically do. You're the first girl that's been in my apartment with me. But if you talked to my brother or buddies, they'd tell you I'm some type of womanizer. Totally not the case. As I told you, and probably my blabbermouth of a sister has too, I don't let people into my life easily. But you, I don't know how to say it, you're so different, and I think that's why I've stayed away from you the past couple of weeks. I'm afraid of what I'm feeling, and not sure what to do. I swear I dreamt about you every night for the past two weeks wondering when I would get the balls up to see you again. And when you didn't come to the shop, I figured I waited too long and you weren't interested. I'm such a pansy sometimes!"

Is he telepathic or something? Cuz we are totally on the same wavelength.

"I feel it too, Edward. From the first time you touched me at the bar, I felt as if there was electricity running through me." I kissed his nose, and ran my hand through his hair as he nuzzled his way into the crook of my neck. Oh my, I've wanted to do that for so long. I let out a small moan knowing that it wasn't helping my case of slowing things down one bit. His hair just turned me on further if that were even possible.

"Bella," Edward looked sad again and wrapped his arms around my waist, "when those guys were touching you at the bar the other night, I...I wanted to rip their heads off. I didn't even know who you were, but I couldn't help myself. All I could think about was that I didn't want them to touch MY Bella. You looked like you were holding your own, but it hurt to see someone else with their hands on my angel."

Claiming me as his own? Am I really this lucky? Pinch yourself biotch -- make sure you're not having a dream. A wet dream at that.

"Your Bella?" This interested me. He thought of me as an angel too? That's what led me to him. Him and his angel voice that melted right through my soul. I was having a hard time comprehending the fact that he thought about me like I had him over the past few weeks. Was this even real? Was I even sitting on his lap right now, having made out with him just minutes ago?

"Yeah." Edward was blushing trying to look away from my eyes, and there was that smile again. This hard-core artist was blushing and it was adorable. "Sorry, I hope that doesn't freak you out. I want to you to be my Bella."

If my filter wouldn't have been working, I would have told Edward to take me then and there, but I had to hold on to some dignity tonight.

"Like, as a girlfriend?" I asked. I couldn't help the smile that was playing across my face as I pulled a piece of hair away from his eyes.

"Yeah, if you want to use those terms, I mean, we're not kids anymore, but yeah, I guess that's what I'm asking." Edward blushed again. "Damn it! I'm not good with all of this pussy shit!"

"It's okay. Why don't we get to know each other better, and then we can determine labels for one another? But I don't mind being your Bella, just so you know." I grinned at him again. His beautiful smile returned mine as I felt his arms around me tighten.

We sat there like that for a few minutes just holding each other, enjoying this newfound relationship that was quickly forming.

"So, about those brownies. I have butter. Can I help you make them?" Edward shyly asked, trying to change the subject that he was clearly embarrassed to talk about. "I really like brownies."

Edward had a soft spot. This hard man with all of the tattoos had a soft spot. For brownies. Huh.

This man wanted me to be his in some capacity, and I was happy and shocked all at the same time. I would make him brownies as often as he wanted to see him like this.

Hell, I would make him cakes and donuts too.

Edward and I walked back to my apartment after he got some butter.

I ran to my bedroom and came out with a pair of shorts to put on thinking that I tested the limits enough for one night.

Edward stopped me as I was pulling them up my legs and placed his fingers at the hem of my panties.

Dear Lord, look at those fingers. So long, and slender, and…damn it! Get your mind out of the fucking gutter already!

"I would rather you not do that." He said with a grin spread across his face rubbing his fingers along my smooth stomach. "I think you're perfect the way you are." Might want to move your fingers before the torrential rain starts and they get wet.

"Okay, smart ass. But you explain it to Jazz when he gets home and I'm walking around in my underwear in front of a guy I met a few weeks ago. He has a history of not liking it when guys are too close, if you haven't noticed. Do you want to see the police reports?" That shut him up. And I wasn't joking. There were a few run-ins with the police.

"He does seem very protective of you," Edward said. A questioning look crossed his face. "I know it's none of my business, but can I ask why? Now that we got a few things straight, he sounds like he's more of a brother figure to you, but usually there's a reason why someone is that protective."

"Someday I might tell you, but for now, can we not go there?" This conversation would be hard for me and I didn't want to get into it tonight. I only met this guy two weeks ago, and I knew I was falling hard for him, but I also didn't want to scare him away either.

He would need to find out eventually if we were going to try and see where this would go. Eventually, as in later.

Edward kissed my lips and nodded in agreement. We made brownies together, getting to know each other more as the night went on, along with enjoying some brownie batter that accidentally landed on a few parts of one another's bodies. Edward's favorite color was blue and he obviously liked piercings and tattoos. He also liked to draw for fun and entered some of his work in contests here and there. I vowed to go clothes shopping tomorrow -- items on my list would include ANYTHING blue.

I was curious to find out if he had the peen pierced, but figured I could find out for myself some day and not ask that awkward question. I crossed my fingers hoping and praying that I would find a special surprise.

Edward asked about my family, I explained that I was an only child, and that my father had passed away when I was sixteen and my mother was never in the picture. I told him how I lived with Jasper and his mom after my father passed away, and that's when Jasper and I really grew together.

I wasn't ready to tell him how or why we'd grown so close during those years.

Edward had lived his whole life in New York. He was twenty-six, and opened his shop six years ago with some of the inheritance he was left from his grandfather. Emmett was two years older than Edward, and Alice was two years younger. Their parents lived about two hours outside of the city, his father being a surgeon and his mother an interior designer. They had a condo here in the city as well that they stayed at while his father worked. Edward said that he had a pretty descent relationship with his parents, but you could tell there was more he wasn't telling.

But I guess that discussion was for another time. We all had skeletons in our closets.

I knew that better than most.

Edward was curious about the book I had written, and I ran to my office and got him a copy, telling him repeatedly that he didn't need to read it. I didn't think it was his type of read. Edward surprised me with his knowledge of authors and books that I too enjoyed.

I guess you can't judge a tattooed book by its cover.

Edward talked to me about his fascination with tattooing and piercings, and started to explain some of them.

"What about this one?" I pointed to the tribal tattoo that took up most of his right arm.

"The symbol represents strength and courage. My grandfather and I were very close. And after he passed away, I wanted something to remember him by. He influenced me, and showed me that I was a stronger person than I gave myself credit for," he replied, staring at the art.

On his upper right arm he had a dragon with chains broken in its hands made of barbed wire. "This one?" I asked lightly running my fingers over it.

"My past. Esme and Carlisle aren't my real parents. They adopted me when I was six," he started. "Elizabeth and Edward were my birth parents. I haven't seen them in twenty years. I was left on the Cullens' doorstep when I was six and they adopted me shortly after. I don't know much about my birth parents, just that they were alcoholics that didn't give a damn about their only child. They've never tried making contact with me over the years and it really messed me up for a while. I wanted something to show that I was breaking the chains that bound me to them. I'm not the same guy I used to be, and I won't dip that low ever again. Not because of them." His voice was low with a hint of remorse. He was really opening up to me, more than I expected, and I appreciated the fact that he trusted me with this information.

He had the word CULLEN up his left bicep, with barbed wire snaked through the letters. He had some miscellaneous designs up his right arm that he didn't go into detail about saying they weren't important.

When he got nervous talking about something, I noticed he would clank his tongue ring against his teeth. It was hot and really got me going for reasons I couldn't explain. But we were just trying to get to know each other, not jump each other.

Not tonight anyway.

I asked to see more tattoos and he took off his shirt displaying his glorious chest in all its buffed, panty-dropping glory. I also noticed that he had both nipples pierced with small barbells through each. I wanted nothing more than to touch them, but thought that would get us into another situation I wasn't entirely ready for.

Well, my body was ready, but my mind, not so much.

I traced the word "Masen" across his stomach as he shivered under my touch.

"My birth father's last name. I didn't keep it after the adoption, but I wanted to have some remembrance of the family I came from. My grandfather Masen was a big part of my life and I held a shit load of respect for him, even though my father turned out to be a douche." I wasn't expecting that.

I pointed to one over his right shoulder. A crest of some sort. "The Cullen family crest. All three of us have it on us. Emmett's is on his shoulder, and Alice's is on her hipbone. It ties us all together and reminds us what we stand for." Again, not what I expected to hear from him.

Maybe someday he would be inking me with the Cullen Crest. Whoa! Getting ahead of ourselves now, aren't we?

He had several Chinese symbols on his chest, and various other tattoos covering his legs. He said in time he would go into more. Then he asked me if I had any work done.

"I've wanted to get one forever, but always worried about the permanent part. Jasper's been bugging me since I was sixteen." With that I laughed as I thought of all the times he begged me to let him ink me.

"I want to ink you Bella. I would love to put my mark on you," Edward said as he grabbed my hand and stared into my eyes. "Fuck, I don't know what it is about you but, when I talk in front of you, I sound like such a pansy."

I laughed and squeezed his hand. "What do you want to do to me?"

Was I really asking him this? From the look in his eyes, there were many things he wanted to do to me, but I was talking tattoos, not sex. Okay, maybe I was thinking about sex, but I meant ink. Jasper had been begging me forever and I couldn't believe I was giving in so easily.

"I want to put something right here." Edward brushed his hand against my hipbone and pulled down my shorts so that he could show me the exact spot. I think he just really wanted to feel my skin and see how far I would let him get. I was okay with either/or. "Something feminine and dainty, just like you."

"Oh Cullen," I started with a laugh. "I'm not dainty, and I'm not breakable. Jasper treats me like that though, so I could see where you would think it. I think I want something here," I lifted my hair and pointed to the back on my neck. "Like a Chinese symbol or something. But I like your idea of the hip too. I want a swan."

"A swan?" he asked with a questioning look. Then he got it. "Okay, to symbolize your family name. And what do you want on your neck?"

"I'll tell you, but you can't ask questions about it right now, okay?" He nodded. "'Never Again.' That's what I want on my neck in a Chinese symbol." I looked down when I said those two words, thinking about the meaning behind them.

They were the two words that I'd lived by for the past couple of years, and that had made me who I am today. I'm not the weak little girl who took that shit like I used to be. With time and therapy, I was a strong woman who could fight for herself and what she wanted. Oh, and a lot of money to my therapist, who is probably off in Cabo spending it.

"I can do that. When do you want to start?" Edward was anxious to touch my skin. He looked like if I said 'right now,' he would grab my hand and lead me to the shop, even though I knew it was late. He does own the shop -- throw on a sweatshirt and go.

"Uh...when do you have available?" I asked.

Seriously, I was really doing this?

"Tomorrow morning?" hasked hopeful that I would say yes.

"Okay," I said. "I'll be there when you open."

"I can't wait to ink you Bella." He smiled and rubbed his hand across my upper thigh. He leaned in for a kiss, which I gladly gave, but leaned back when I heard the front door open.

Jasper and Alice came in and plopped down on the love seat. They looked hammered, and had probably been out at the bar after work.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Jasper asked with a smile on his face. Trying to act fatherly I suppose. He tried to be serious, but he liked Edward and was willing to give him a chance, so the tough act wasn't working.

"What's it look like we're doing, fucker?" Edward joked back. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my arm. "I was just about to kiss my girl. You got a problem with that Whitlock?"

Ugh... melting me as we speak with that sexy voice of his. I loved the cockiness and hoped that he would actually follow through with those plans...someday.

Then I remembered who he was saying this too, and I started to get a little nervous. First of all, Jasper knew nothing of what had happened between us and, second of all, hearing a man wanting to do anything physical with me probably wasn't all that kosher in his book.

"Your girl?" Jasper asked looking confused.

"We have no problems with that at all, Eddie!" Alice squeaked putting her little hand over Jasper's mouth before he could say anything further. She had a knowing look and was grinning from ear to ear.

Poor Edward is going to get an earful from the little pixie tonight, I'm sure.

"Alice, I hate that nickname. If I didn't love you so damn much, I would smack that shit-eating grin off your face, you little pixie!" Edward came back with a chuckle.

"Well, I think that's enough for tonight. I think I'm calling it a night, too much information from all parties involved," Jasper said standing up with his hands over his ears.

It was almost 2am and I hadn't realized how tired I was getting. We walked Alice and Edward to the door and both said goodnight. Edward gave me a kiss and grabbed my ass for good measure when Jasper was caught up with Alice. He may have sounded like he was tough, but I think Jasper scared him just a little. I guess I could give him that much. I'm sure I gave him at least one set of blue balls this evening.

And it's not like I didn't enjoy it. He would be the reason for my sweet dreams tonight.

I hadn't thought about the incident with the man in the window at all this evening. My guess was that Edward had occupied all the thoughts that my brain allowed me to have for the night.

I felt safe when I was with him.

After they left, Jasper wondered what had happened with Edward, so we sat up eating brownies and ice cream while I told him about my evening down to my wardrobe malfunctions. He laughed and kissed my head after rolling his eyes with disapproval for my clothing choices. He told me about him and Alice as they continued to get closer as time went on. She practically spent the night here on a regular basis, so I would say that they were getting closer indeed.

We were really starting to enjoy our time in the city.

I went to bed a few hours later, again dreaming about my green-eyed angel, but woke to a pounding on the door at 10am.

A/N: So...who's pounding on the door? And how was the lemonade? Sweet enough or a little tart? I know it was only minor, but come on they can't be slutting it up right away. That is just not ok.