Do you hate me? Probably. Do I still love all of you? Of course!

Long story short-- holidays + finals + finding a job + blockage of the writer + my brother leaving for Afghanistan = no chapter updates.

I WILL, however, be chatting with my beta, Shawna, this weekend so we can figure out an outline. That will help me update maybe weekly (it's just a thought).

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or it's characters. I think we all know who does. I don't need to repeat myself.

This hasn't yet been edited by my beta--I wanted to get it out ASAP. She will edit it though, being the awesome person she is, and then I will update it on here.

On with it...

Getting to Know You

Bella POV

Los Angeles, California

May 2009

Previously…

Slowly, but surely, I pressed my lips to hers; wanting to show her everything I couldn't say in words. She responded vigorously, molding and moving her soft lips with mine. The tension created between us throughout the day had finally found an outlet.

Still on my knees, I inched forward between her legs until mine hit the log. Without breaking the kiss I brought my hands up to her silky long hair and cradled her head. She responded with as much fervor, threading her hands past my shoulders, slowly moving them to my back and then latching them onto the hair at the nape of my neck. She pulled my hair slightly in her small hands to get closer. A groan escaped my mouth before I could stop myself.

…Absolutely amazing.

She shuddered somewhat when I brought my tongue to her bottom lip—massaging it in question of entrance to her mouth. She whimpered quietly.

Suddenly, a loud voice bellowed from a few yards away, "Whoa…dude! Look who it is!"

~*~

Damnit. Whoever the hell is interrupting my perfect kiss is going to get an ass whooping.

Edward and I quickly broke apart, albeit reluctantly, but…I wasn't too fond of being stared at by some strangers while playing tonsil hockey. I still had parts of my dignity intact.

I looked to my right to see two guys, probably in college, standing ten feet away staring at Edward and me incredulously. They were both wearing khaki shorts and dark shirts. They had beers in their hands and a grocery bag filled with what looked to be junk food.

Did someone say fraternity?

"Who the hell are you?" Edward asked angrily. He was still on his knees in front of me, but his hand dropped down from my hair and slowly slid down to latch onto my waist. I think I might have been close to being one of the first females to have a premature stroke. It sure felt like it.

They laughed loudly.

Uh, okay. We're right here. There is no need to announce the world to your annoying presence.

"I'm Andy and this is Mark…" The blonde said loudly while pointing to the tan curly haired man on his left. They were obviously drinking. Maybe not drunk—yet—but buzzed for sure.

"Is there something you need?" Edward asked with strained kindness. I could tell they were getting on his nerves. His jaw was clenched and his hands were fisting onto my shirt for dear life.

What my poor shirt did to him, I will never know.

"Dude, we just want a photo with the girl," the blonde, Andy, said. He looked over to Mark and spoke. "The guys are never going to believe this!"

" 'The girl?' Are you fucking kidding me?" Edward started to stand up. His anger clearly was elevating to new heights.

But then it clicked what they said.

"Wait, what?" I interrupted loudly, stopping Edward from moving by squeezing his arm.

Oh, shit. Please tell me they didn't see the advertisement billboard. Please.

"We just want a picture, man." Mark spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Which—in their own world—it was.

A few weeks before leaving for L.A. Peter called me with instructions to go to a photo shoot in Seattle. I took Alice and Rose along and we met up with a photographer and crew at a studio in downtown Seattle. We also took a bunch of shots on the beach and around the area like Pike Place Market, the ferry, EMP, and of course the Space Needle. Basically, everything that represented Seattle to an outsider. It was their new marketing technique. This, in turn, meant there was going to be commercials and advertisements announcing the show. I had sincerely hoped—after meeting Edward—that he would be too busy with what he was doing on vacation to even notice.

Well, I hadn't planned that to happen. Mark whipped out a small digital camera and started walking towards me. Edward stood up, and seeing as I was latched onto his arm like a starfish, I stood up too.

"The hell you are. Who do you think you are?" Edward growled angrily. He inched me behind him ever so subtly, placing himself in front of me.

God, his protectiveness was hot.

I need fix this and I need to fix this NOW, before they say something about the show.

I leaned into whisper into Edward's ear. I hated lying to him, but really at this point I had no choice. "Just give me a minute…" I kissed the spot behind his ear. "Please," I whispered.

Edward groaned loudly—almost angrily. My attempt at distracting him didn't exactly work. "Bella, why they hell do they want a photo with you?"

Don't Lie. "Well, they recognize me, clearly...I've helped Alice with her work stuff before," I stuttered.

Not a Lie. Nope…no lying here.

He mulled this over in his head for a moment. "Alice works for Nordstrom?"

"Yeah…" I tried to sound confident, all the while I was chanting in my head, Please work. Please work. Please work.

"Okay," he responded hesitantly. "So you…modeled?"

YES! See, not lying. He thought of that dumb idea himself. Since when did a buyer for Nordstrom have anything to do with modeling? And I am 5'4" for heaven's sake! I resisted the urge to laugh loudly at his incredulous assumption. He was such a man.

"They probably recognize me from the Ads…that's all."

Still not a lie, Bella. Good one. I mentally patted myself on the back, and then deduced that I might just be going a bit insane.

He grimaced. "Fine…but I really don't like it."

I smiled, glad to make it through the interrogation unscathed so far. "I know. I'm sorry." I turned to the guys who were staring at us impatiently. "Okay…But we're in a hurry so just one photo."

I turned to Edward, thinking maybe I could get him out of here before they say something, completely outing me.

"Edward, do you want to meet me on the terrace?" I asked sweetly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and answered, "I am perfectly fine staying right here, thank you."

"Really?" I asked incredulously, sarcasm dripping in my tone.

My god, that man's pride is bigger than Simba's from the Lion King.

He stood stubbornly. "Really," he said defiantly with a nod of his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Okay, then…guys, wanna go over there?" I asked as I pointed to a spot with a little more lighting by the terrace.

I mentally laughed at myself.

"Sure! This is great! Dude, we gotta put this on FaceBook," Mark told Andy happily. If the situation wasn't so pressing, I would have laughed out loud.

As I turned to start walking over to the terrace, Edward grabbed my elbow, turning me around to face him. Mark and Andy were oblivious as they kept walking.

"What are you doing, Bella? I just want to make sure you're safe." The look on his face told me he really wanted me to understand. And I did. And I wouldn't have cared had it been for the fact that I wasn't trying to hide my biggest secret from him.

Don't lie, just skirt around the truth, Bella.

"Edward, I'm just a little embarrassed…that's all. I can't walk around being rude to people now, what with my involvement—," I paused realizing what I was about to say. "I was the one who agreed to it…so I have to follow through…"

I had a feeling I wasn't talking about my pseudo modeling career, either.

He looked torn, and then reluctantly, let my arm go. "Okay, meet me in the lobby. It's getting a little chilly out."

I nodded. He leaned in and gave me another knee shaking kiss and walked away.

Reluctantly, I walked over to Mark and Andy.

Might as well cut to the chase. "So…where exactly did you find out about me?"

They both looked confused for a second before Mark answered, "Well, we saw this billboard for some show…but fuck, all the guys from the frat thought you were hot."

Great, so I was right about the frat house.

And queue the blush. "Uh, yeah…okay…so…um…"

They both laughed loudly again. I stared at my feet drawing circles in the sand.

"So can we get a picture or what?" Andy asked.

"Oh, right...Yeah. Sure," I answered awkwardly. I mean what about that situation wasn't awkward?

No one had ever outwardly said anything near that to me. I mean, Jason told me I was "pretty" now and then or that I "look good" but never said it so…bluntly like that. It was strange hearing that coming from complete strangers.

After indulging in their need to take a photo with me—at which point I still couldn't comprehend their reasoning…or rather, didn't understand it—I walked back to the hotel to meet Edward.

~*~

"So is this…goodnight?" I asked tentatively after walking on the elevator, Edward at my side.

He looked down at me for a moment before he answered. "Do you want it to be?"

Did I? Hell no.

"No."

"Good, then I don't either." He pressed the button to my floor before he looked at his watch. "Although, seeing as it is technically morning, there aren't many options of things for us to do."

He slung his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me to his side. I put my arms around his waist as I felt him stick his face in my hair and inhale. Subtle.

I thought for a moment before speaking. "Well, we can..uh…just talk. Or watch a movie or something?"

Or make out like crazy lust filled teenagers. I pursed my lips, not wanting my thoughts to slip out.

"…Sure," he responded quietly.

We walked in awkward silence—I don't understand why, but there was heavy tension between the both of us. All I could hear in the quiet hotel hallway was our heavy breathing and footsteps on the carpet.

We stopped outside my door and I fumbled for my key in my clutch. Once I successfully got the door open, Edward held it while I walked in and threw my clutch on the couch in the living area.

We both walked awkwardly to the bedroom where the TV was. Why they didn't have a television in the living area, I will never know.

"So what movie did you want to watch?" I asked as I sat on the expensive bed and started to remove my shoes.

"Here," Edward whispered as he knelt down in front of me. He grabbed my foot and slowly removed my shoe; first my right then my left.

My face flushed as I tried my feet from his hand. They were probably ugly, sweaty and blistered from walking around all night.

He laughed. "Bella, let me do this."

"They're probably all nasty…"

"You actually have nice feet."

I groaned in embarrassment and put my face in my hands. "Oh my god, am I supposed to take that as a compliment? Are you going to tell me you have some creepy foot fetish?"

"No. I promise, no foot fetish," he laughed. He massaged my feet slowly, his thumb working the arch on the sole of my foot.

"Good," I moaned as he massaged a slightly sore spot near my heal.

It actually felt really good if I got past the fact that he was touching my nasty ass feet. Too soon, he stood up and took off his shoes.

"See? That wasn't so bad. You should let people do things for you more often." He smiled at me as he sat next to me on the bed. "So what movie do you want to watch?"

I really didn't give a flying fuck about the damn movie.

"Uh, let me see what they have…" I said while walking over to the big entertainment center placed in the middle of the wall on the far side of the room.

I turned the TV and found the pay per view menu. After scrolling through for a few moments, I found what we could watch.

"The Breakfast Club?" Edward asked skeptically.

"I kind of have a thing for John Hughes…" I walked back to the bed where he was laying down half way, his back propped up against all the pillows that donned the bed.

"Should I be jealous?"

"Maybe…" I smiled.

"Damn," he cursed under his breath obviously meaning for me to hear because he had a smile on his face.

"No worries though, my man John kicked the bucket. Not enough Ben and Jerry's and blockbuster rentals could heal my heart that day…" I trailed off with a wistful sad look.

"You are something else…" He laughed at me. "It really sucked he died though, huh?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Before I went to lay down with him, I realized I was still in my dress from the club. "Do you mind if I get changed really quick?"

"Bella," he laughed. "Why would I mind? Go ahead."

"Be right back." I walked over to my suitcase and grabbed some of the pajamas we—as in Alice and Rosalie—had packed before running into the bathroom suite attached to my room.

As I changed, I thought about our night. What in the heck happened? I went from drooling over this man early this morning—not even knowing his name—and now he was in my hotel room waiting for me to lay down and watch a movie…after making out with my on a beach in Los Angeles.

He was my perfect man.

And why exactly was I in Los Angeles?

To be on a show to find…my perfect fucking man.

I was not lost on the irony of that.

When we got to the club, I was hesitant and totally freaking nervous. I had never been a sexually confident woman. But I felt like Edward brought out all these feelings of want in me that I had never felt before. He made me feel sexy and wanted.

When he brought me my drink, I blurted out I wanted to dance.

Then I realized the gravity of my foot in mouth disorder. We were in a crowded club with music only Beyoncé and her single ladies could really dance to. There was no way in hell I was going on that dance floor with him.

But I did.

When I got to a place where it was open enough to be able to even breathe, I looked over at Rose and Alice and they gave me the 'look'. The look that says, "You better dance with that man or so help me god I will come do it for you like fucking Pinocchio."

So I did.

And damn did it feel good.

A knock at the door started me out of my thoughts.

"Bella? Are you okay?" Edward asked softly through the door.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry. One second…"

I finished changing out of my dress, washed my make up off, and went to the bathroom. I opened the door to find him sprawled out across my bed with his hands behind his head and his feet crossed. Damn he looked good.

"You had me worried there for a second," he laughed as he winked at me.

I walked out of the bathroom, put my dress in my suitcase, and went to sit down on the bed next to him.

"What? You think I fell in the toilet?" I asked dryly.

He quirked an eyebrow at me with an amused little crooked grin on his face.

"Bella," he started with a dramatic sigh. "With what I witnessed this morning…I wouldn't put it past you."

"Hey!" I playfully slapped his bicep. "I may be a little inept…but…Okay, I got nothing. I'm pretty damn clumsy…But you! You're like some teenager ninja turtle or power ranger or something fierce! Always there at the right time to save the day," I laughed. "Should I just called you 'Superward'?"

Teasing him was actually very fun.

He just rolled his eyes and laughed while grabbed me by the waist. "Very funny, Bella. Now you're going to have to pay for that."

Next thing I knew, he was on top of me tickling my sides.

"S-s-s-top…please!" I laughed.

"Say it!"

I laughed louder when he tickled my funny spot, right below my underarm.

"Say it, Bella, and I'll stop!"

"W-w-what?" I laughed. I squirmed and kicked more as he tickled a bit harder.

"That I'm your knight in shining armor," he said proudly while laughing along with me.

"Never!"

"Come on, Bella! Say it and I'll stop!"

I screamed as he tickled me harder.

"Fine! Fine! I'll say it!"

He paused tickling me but still had me in a semi-tight hold underneath him.

"You're my knight in shining armor," I grumbled.

He smiled a huge white smile, showing all his perfection in tooth form.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head."

He just quirked and eyebrow and laughed while leaning down close to my face. His warm breath fanned across me and rendered me near unconscious. This could not be healthy.

"I would never," he stated right before kissing me. This kiss was more comfortable, now that we had gotten used to each other.

His arms were by my head, supporting his body weight. His legs were on the outside of my right leg. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back just as eagerly. He moaned into the kiss when I slid my tongue into his mouth.

Kissing him was like nothing I could have ever imagined. It was never like this with Jason. There was a spark every time I touched him. But every time I kissed him? There were fireworks and explosions. My heart fluttered with every touch and every breath.

It was the best feeling.

All too soon, he broke away panting.

"We better stop," he smiled as he swept the hair out of my face. "Ready to watch that movie now?"

I smiled back. "Sure."

He rolled off of me and lay down on his back. I pressed play on the remote and snuggled into his side. After a quick look at his face, I knew he was okay with it. He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead. His arm pulled me against him and my head lay on his chest as he stroked my hair.

I barely remember the movie.

~*~

I must have fallen asleep because I opened my eyes to bright sunlight shining through the curtains of my room.

The warmth surrounding me was confusing for a moment. Then I remembered the night before.

Edward.

Damn, that kiss.

Not really watching a movie.

He fell asleep with me. He stayed.

Warm arms circled me and I turned around to face him.

"Hey," his voice was groggy, thick with sleep still. He cleared it.

"Hi," I whispered.

"Did you sleep well?" He brushed some of my hair behind my ears. My heart fluttered.

"Yeah. . .I'd say I was sorry for falling asleep on you—literally and figuratively…but I'm not." I smirked at him.

He laughed and leaned in to kiss me and I quickly leaned away. The hurt on his face was clear.

"What—?"

"Morning breath," I mumbled behind my hand.

He laughed. "Okay, fine. Go brush and get back here. I want to kiss you."

As I got up to run to the bathroom for my morning routine, I was surprised to find that we hadn't gone into an awkward stage from last night.

Having Jason the only one to compare Edward to, I thought back to all the times we dated. It truly was awkward for at least a couple weeks, if not months, before we got comfortable with each other. I had met Edward the day before, and still, I felt like I had known him all my life.

I finished brushing my teeth and hair. Then I quickly splashed my face with cold water to wake myself up.

As I went to sit next to him—he was propped up against the pillows, having already made the bed—he spoke up when he pulled me to lay against him. My head lay on his shoulder as his hand rubbed up and down my arm.

"I was thinking…" he started tentatively. His hand rubbing my arm slowed.

I interrupted him. "Not too hard, I hope. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

"Ha. Ha. I'd like to remind you that I graduated top of my class in med school."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm teasing."

He tickled my side a bit. "Be careful or we may have a repeat performance of last night," he warned.

"I won't be complaining," I mumbled, immediately hoping he didn't hear. I liked the closeness we had the night before—the 'let's tickle Bella until she feels like she ran a marathon she's so breathless?'—not so much.

"What was that?" he asked knowingly. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Nothing," I sang and looked up to smile at him.

He winked.

God he was beautiful. Especially in the morning. How did someone wake up looking like an Abercrombie model? No. Better. He looked inhuman. Immortal. His disheveled hair looked even sexier if that was possible, his emerald green eyes sparkled, and his five o'clock shadow barely showed—just enough for him to pull it off without looking greasy.

"Anyways, I was thinking I'd like you to cook for me. Soon." He smirked his crooked grin I had noticed he did a lot.

"Is that a demand, Dr. Cullen?" I teasingly asked.

His breath hitched. "Shit," he mumbled absentmindedly. If I wasn't sitting basically on top of him, I wouldn't have heard him.

"What?" I asked panicked that something was wrong. "Did I say something?"

"Um. No. You're fine. It's fine. I just…You called me...um…"

"What?"

"Doctor Cullen."

"Oh." I blushed. "Doesn't everyone call you that at work?" I snuggled into his chest to hide my face.

"Yeah, but it's just—this isn't work...it's different." He looked down at me with an intense stare I couldn't quite pinpoint the meaning behind.

"Did you not want me to say that? I was just teasing, Edward…"

"No!" He laughed. "No, I kind of enjoyed it."

"Okay…so…Dr. Cullen," I winked at him as I said it. "Is that a demand?"

"Yes." He nodded his head almost frantically with a big smile on his face.

I giggled and jumped up to get ready for our day. A plan had formed in my head for the night.

"Okay, then. Doctors orders," I sang from the bathroom as I shut the door.

"Hey!" He banged on the door lightly. "Where do you think you are going?"

I opened the door just a crack, enough to peak my head through.

"I'm going to shower and get ready—so are you—then I will meet with you tonight for your surprise." I smiled widely at my idea. It was perfect.

"What surprise?"

"I'm not going to tell you; otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise." I rolled my eyes jokingly.

"Okay, fine. Can I have one kiss though before I venture off to my own room?" he asked sweetly with a little pout. I laughed at his cute face. "Please?" he begged.

I nodded. He leaned in and gave me a quick but satisfying kiss before turning around and walking towards the door.

"Be in the lobby at six sharp! Don't be late, mister!"

"What if I am?" He blinked innocently. His hair in disarray from sleep and he green eyes bright with excitement. He was so freaking cute.

I laughed. "Edward! Just go!"

"Fine. Fine!"

~*~

I showered and dressed for the day and made a quick call to the front lobby for my plans. Who knew that if you were going to be on a reality TV show that you can basically get whatever you want?

Which reminded me…I walked over to knock on Rose and Alice's door.

"Go away," a voice—Alice—grumbled from the other side. A few seconds later, despite her comment, she opened the door.

And my god, she looked like she had been run over by a semi truck.

"What the fuck happened to you? Did Lindsey Lohan crash your party last night?"

Her hair looked like a rats nest; she was really working the raccoon eye…and was that a chunk of a cookie in her hair?

"Ha-Ha. Bella, you've got jokes. That's funny," she grumbled dryly as she walked from the doorway.

"Alice, you should really look at yourself in the mirror." She ignored me and plopped down on the couch in the living area. "Where's Rose?"

When she answered, it was muffled by her cheek being squished against the couch cushion. "I don't know. Probably sleeping…" She threw a throw pillow over her eyes and groaned.

"What do you mean probably?" I asked hesitantly. "She better not be dead…Funerals are expensive as shit and I don't want to deal with that kind of a mess," I joked.

"She stayed in Emmett's room," she mumbled absentmindedly while completely ignoring my joke and also sounding like she was about to fall back asleep.

I stood up to go call her cell phone because it seemed like I wasn't getting much out of a hung over Alice. Before I got all the numbers in the phone, I looked up when I heard a door open to see a very naked Jasper.

"Oh my god! My eyes! Jasper, what the fuck? Put some damn clothes on," I screamed as I covered my eyes with my hands.

I heard an embarrassed chuckle and muffled "Sorry." as he walked back into the bedroom.

I turned around to a chuckling yet sheepish Alice. "What was that?!"

She sat up—her hangover suddenly least important—and averted my curious gaze. "Um…Jasper?" she squeaked, her answer came out more like a question.

"Well, duh it was Jasper. But I am curious to know why it was a NAKED Jasper?" I asked, whispered so he wouldn't hear.

This seemed to snap her out of the embarrassment. "Well Bella, I think you're a smart girl. You can put two and two together." Her tone was condescending but her eyes told me she was joking.

"God," I groaned. "You slept with him? We just met them!"

Jasper walked out of the bedroom then, clad in only a pair of jeans and an inside out t-shirt.

"Hello Bella," he said kindly, as if I didn't just see his stick and berries.

I blushed. "Hi," I offered quietly.

Alice got up off of the couch while shielding her eyes from the light. "Well then, this is a tad awkward. I'm going to go make some coffee." She pointed to the kitchenette behind her while backing away slowly. "You guys make yourselves comfortable…"

"I gotta go check on the guys. I'm sure Emmett is on cloud nine but I have no clue where Edward is." When he spoke Edward's name, he glanced over at me slightly without moving his head. He looked back over to Alice. "Is that okay, sugar?"

"Actually," I cut in without thinking what I was about to say. "Edward's fine. He's getting dressed and stuff in his room. He just left."

Alice perked up at this—again, the hangover forgotten. I almost wanted to believe she might have been pushing that hangover look just a little bit. "Just left where, Bella?"

Oh shit. She was going to assume the worst, I thought. Probably think that I slept with him. I mean, it did look like it; him leaving the club with me and then leaving my room in the morning with the same clothes on.

I contemplated it for a moment and decided that I had no reason to worry about Alice bugging me when she did the exact thing she was insinuating. Hypocrite.

I rolled my eyes. "My room. We fell asleep watching a movie last night, Alice."

Jasper watched us in silence as he poured himself and two more cups of coffee for us before walking up to Alice, kissing and whispering something in her ear before leaving with an, "Enjoy your morning, ladies."

I sat down on the couch and Alice joined me.

I looked up as she responded to my previous comment. "Oh okay. You fell asleep. Together. In a bed…naked." She whispered that last part and I turned beat red. Not because it was true…because it wasn't. But because just the mere thought of it made me blush.

The things he could do with his—stop! I needed to stop thinking that way. I couldn't. I had obligations. I needed to remember why I was in this damn city in the first place.

"Shut the fuck up, Alice." I rarely cursed at her…okay that is a complete lie. I curse at her all the time. But I do try to limit it to smaller—less harsh—words than fuck. It meant business. "Like you have any room to talk."

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Well, technically I am not denying it. So these are two completely different situations." She smiled her dainty smile and rolled her eyes. Damn little Alice in wonderland she is—she had a point. "Love you, Belly welly."

I grumbled in annoyance and turned around to stand up and walk away. "Fine then, if you don't want to hear about my night…it's fine," I sighed dramatically—knowing it should only take a few seconds for her to—

Three, two, one…

"Eeeeeek! I was joking, really Bells. Tell me everything! Please, please, please, with Johnny Depp on top?"

"Fine," I sighed dramatically. "I guess I can tell you." I sat back down on the couch trying not to show her how excited I was about meeting Edward. She would use it against me. "But no Johnny Depp on top. He likes being on bottom," I giggled.

She laughed loudly. "Okay so spill."

"Well, after the club we went to walk on the beach for a little while because I guess neither of us was tired. And he told me about himself and why he became a doctor—it's so sweet Ali—and I told him about Forks, blah blah blah. Anyways, so we get near the hotel and we sit down and he asks me if he can kiss me. Obviously I said yes. Holy shit is he an amazing kisser. There could be an Olympic event for it and he would win a shit load of gold metals. And then we came back to my room—no don't even go there. This is strictly PG—and we got comfy and watched a movie. But I didn't even watch the movie. I think I fell asleep. He's so comfortable. Oh my god and he smells amazing. Like coffee and aftershave and warmth and heaven. And his hair? Oh—," I rambled. Alice cut me off with a hand slapped over my mouth.

"Sorry," I mumbled not-so-apologetically under her hand.

She slowly dropped her hand. "I can't believe you, Isabella Swan."

"What—?" She cut me off with a quick shake of her head, her eyes partially glazed over. "Alice?"

"Shhhh!" She looked at me exasperated. "I'm reveling in the moment. Let me enjoy this."

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm trying to tell you about Edward…"

"I know! That's the point! When have you ever been this excited to gossip, Bella? About anything? Especially a man! Not even with Jason."

I felt my face scrunch up as I pondered that. Well…she had a point. I was really excited to tell her about Edward. But who wouldn't? He was amazing. I didn't even think about what I was doing. I just wanted someone to know—to share the joy with me.

Right as I was about to comment, a very annoyed looking Rosalie walked in the door still in her night dress. Her makeup was washed off and her hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail. "Nobody has any decency anymore these days. I mean who do they think they are walking in like they own the place? Well technically—kinda sorta—they do. But whatever. That is beside the point," she ranted walking over to us. She barely acknowledged we were there, almost looking like she was talking to herself.

"And what point is that?" I asked dryly as she plopped down on the couch slightly out of breath from her speech.

"That we are in big, big trouble with these guys."

Understatement of the century.

Questions, comments, concerns? I need to know. Plus, cursing in different languages sounds like fun seeing as I have literally one person from every. single. country. reading this story!

Any ideas on what you want to see in the show that I can add in (which is, by the way, starting in not the next, but the chapter after that)?

Thanks lovelies! I will leave you and that green button some alone time... *wink*