I'm sorry for updating late T_T. And for the short chapter T_T.

Disclaimer: Like everyone here, I Do Not Own Twilight, just this plot is my own. I like to play with Stephenie Meyer's dolls.

Previously:

I tried to concentrate on the movie. The only thing I caught was that it was about some girl in love with a vampire, but I already knew that from the trailer. Further, the movie was some idiotic and amateurish parody on my favorite book series ever. It couldn't hold my attention, so I looked at Edward again. He was looking intently to the movie. I didn't grasp what in that movie could possibly held ones attention, though.

I didn't want to look stupid and desperate – which I was – so I tried to find mistakes the makers of the movie made, to have something to do.

When the main characters first kissed, I was almost disgusted. It was the most fake, dry and ugly kiss I had ever seen, and I told Edward so.

"And this was supposed to be a good movie, according to Alice," I added.

Edward just looked at me. It was like his face was only an inch from mine, but still way too far away."I agree. The kiss should've been more like this."

And then he kissed me.

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what do you think when someone you thought was hating you, suddenly kisses you? I don't know it, because all I saw was stars. And all I thought was; Omigod! Omigod! Omigod!

I realized I was automatically kissing him back. And that my eyes were closed. And that my hands were clutching in his hair. And at last, that I was gasping and panting like I'd just ran a marathon. And had won.

All I felt were his lips that were moving with mine, his tongue, and his overheated body pressed against mine. At least, as far as that was possible when you was sitting on such a weird but comfortable seat they have at the movies.

Our arms were somewhere half between us and half around each other. His were slowly beginning to trace down my naked arms and then my side, to – at last – creep under my shirt, and… hesitate. He decided to held his hands around my waist and not higher.

I pressed my torso against his and moaned real quiet. – Boys find it ho-ish when girls moan like ho's. weird, isn't it? – and slid my arms under his shirt to trail and tickle the skin there.

How long were we already kissing? I didn't have a clue, but I didn't care either. All I cared for was never to stop. Of course the universe didn't gave me what I wanted, because when they do?

Edward pulled back. I whimpered, because I simply couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry. Really, I'm really sorry," he told me, looking, no staring into my eyes. It had an amazing dazzling effect, like I was high.

"Uh, thanks, that's okay, I think. But where exactly are you apologizing for?" I asked him.

What was my name again? All I knew was that I wanted to kiss him over, and over and over again, through this whole shitmovie.

"I'm apologizing for…" he paused. "I'm apologizing for overreacting on the whole incident back in the swimming pool. I'm apologizing for not wanting to talk to you after the incident, and I'm apologizing for just being such a jerk."

He looked at me. "It really wasn't that big a deal, and I just behaved like an oversized child."

Not that big a deal.

"Edward, it was a big deal. What those girls did to you was crude, and I understand it all came back to you on that moment." I protested, the kiss long forgotten.

"But it's too long ago to make a fuss about it. I should've shut up, it was an accident, wasn't it?"

"I know…" Suddenly I remembered something. "But how could you ever, ever think I could be that crude? Did I ever do something to you or just in general to make you think that I could do something like jerking your swimming trunks off purposefully? If yes, then tell me. Then I'm sorry for it. But if I didn't do that… how in hell can you think I'm such an awful person?"

"Again, I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking straight. I know you never could be underhand like that. You're one of the most lovely, honest and straightforward persons I know." Again that dazzling smile.

That guy exactly knew how to handle me, because I simply couldn't even just be irritated with him when he dazzled me like that, or was funny, or simply just tried his best to amuse me; it was impossible.

"Okay, then," I pecked him lightly on his mouth. Then I rested my head on his shoulder – again, thanks to the seats, not very comfortable, but I wouldn't die from it. "Let's just forget it, isn't that the best thing to do?"

"Yeah, I think so. But excuse me, I would like to watch the movie now." The jerk answered.

I pinched his arm till he began to giggle from the pain and tried to jerk my arm away. Then I just held a handful of his shirt in my hand, because it gave me a nice feeling to hold something that was from Edward, while he was wearing it.

The rest of the movie, Edward toyed with my curls. It was nice to have him playing with my hair, and it gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling to sit that cozy with the boy I secretly surely liked.

We didn't kiss anymore, but I think that was for the best. We both didn't knew were we stood at the moment: the first moment we were flirting, the second best friends. Then we had a fight and didn't talk to each other for weeks, and now here we were, snuggling at the cinema after an overheated make out session.

I thought and wondered about that while the movie played further; it sure wasn't that interesting.

I even thought about it so deeply that I ended up imaging Edward and myself in a much more overheated make out session.

He would kiss me sweetly, and when I would respond, he would slid his tongue in my mouth, while cupping my breasts through my shirt. It wouldn't be enough for me, and I would whimper for more while pressing myself up against his crotch.

When I would slid my arms in his shirt, he would start rubbing said crotch up against me, as gently as he could, but still hungry and very horny. Then I would interrupt the kiss to gently trace his ear with the tip of my tongue and whisper naughty things in it.

Thereon he would shove my shirt up and roughly yank my bra out of the way to cup my breasts, pinching the left one so I would utter a cry, still rubbing his crotch up against me.

When I would trace lower with my hands, he would…

"Bella, did you know the movie is over?" Edward asked me, shaking me out of the beautiful reverie.

"Huh? Oh… yeah," I stammered, disoriented. "Um, let's go."

We walked to the bar and took a seat to wait for Jasper and Alice.

They never came.

After more or less twenty minutes, I looked on my phone for the time and saw Alice had texted me.

U don mind driving home w/ Edward, rite? Jasper had an emrgncy, Im brining him 2my house. Ly x

"Emergency," I grunted. "If she means in his pants, then yeah."

Edward read the text from my mobile and grinned.

"You want to eat something?" He asked. "I'm pretty hungry."

My stomach told me on that moment that I was pretty hungry myself.

"Yeah, why not," I agreed.

We walked to the Burger King and ordered our food. When we had to pay, Edward wanted to pay for me.

"I asked if you wanted to eat something, so I have to pay." He insisted.

"Bullshit." I shoot back. "We live in a free country. If I want to pay for my own food, who are you to stop me?"

"Why won't you just let me pay your food? It's nothing, and I have no problem doing it. I like to do it."

"I 'won't just let you pay my food' because I want to pay it myself. How is that any of your business? I don't see the problem. If I want to pay my food, I pay my food."

He sighed and paid the food, ignoring me. I threw 10 bucks on the counter and hissed: "If you dare."

I took the tray with my food and searched for a table. I deliberately choose one where there was only one chair left and took a seat. I fished my copy of "Emma" out of my purse and began to read while I ate my fries.

It wasn't long till Edward found me. He grabbed a chair from somewhere else and sat down across from me.

He, too, was being pigheaded and decided not to talk to me. I didn't find it necessary to offer my apologies, because I wasn't wrong. He was the one who had to offer his apologies.

We ate in silence, me reading my book and him staring out of a window. I didn't mind the silence, I was quite entertaining myself. I hoped he was boring himself to death, it was the least punishment he could get now.

When I was finally done eating, he had long waited for me. I deliberately had eaten my fries one by one, drunk my shake nip by nip, and ate my burger bite by bite. And I was reading as well, so there was a well considered pause between each bite and nip.

We got in the car without a word, and he drove me home.

When I got through the front door, I closed it behind me and sighed deep.

Of course the universe didn't leave me alone, because Rosalie stood – in her bathrobe – in the kitchen, preparing food.

"Isn't Emmett supposed to be with you?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, but he's upstairs because I thought maybe someone would come home while we were eating, and look, I'm right." She continued in a quieter tone. "He's doesn't look really decent at the moment."

"Um, yeah, that's stuff I don't have to know about. I'm going to my room." I told her.

"No, no, no, not so quick. Tell me, something's going on between you and Edward, huh? And don't you look like his car wasn't at the front and you didn't came out of it. You two finally made up, isn't it? That's so cute!"

"I don't know anyone with the name 'Edward'," I grunted. "Leave me alone, I'm going to my room."

I hate fights.

I'll update a second time this week, because this chapter is wayyy too short. I'm sorry for that. I'm on school at the moment and just wanted to public this already.

Lots of love,

~xoxo~ MrsBrainySmurf.