I'm Back with the new chapter.

Disclaimer :- I dont own nothing.

This chapter is the date and goes right up to before the sleepover with Alice.

This chapter is dedicated to my Dad who read Twilight we were in Spain and wouldn't stop quoting it when he finished. He wouldn't stop saying 'Don't go into the woods alone' lol and 'Amy, you're being tracked' Yeah... it got annoying after the first 100 times he said it.

Previously:-

"…I'm what you would call a vampire."

Chapter 6

EPOV

It was silent for a few minutes as I waited nervously for Bella's reaction. I knew it was inevitable that Bella would react badly and never speak to me again but I still couldn't help hoping fervently that she could somehow be able to see past all the prejudices against vampires. Not that I would blame her if she couldn't.

After all, we weren't all monsters. Not Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie,Alice or Jasper. They were just dealt a cruel and unlucky twist of fate. They don't hurt people; they are just trying to make the best of the circumstances. I try to be like them, I really do. But I don't have Carlisle's compassion or his extraordinary control over the bloodlust, Esme's capacity to love, Jasper's reason to resist, Rosalie's pride, or Alice's humanity. I am so grateful that they put up with me - the heartless monster.

They've tried to tell me that I am just as good as the rest of them, even better, but I know they are either lying to make me feel better or blinded by their love for me. I am not worthy of their love or acceptance.

I looked over at Bella. She looked like she was thinking intently, her eyebrows furrowed. I wonder what she's thinking of. Oh I don't know, maybe that she's sitting on a vampire. A beast unworthy of anyone.

"So you don't harm humans?" she checked, asked me quietly, looking me in the eye with her big brown eyes. I blinked as I tried not to get lost in them. And she said Idazzled people. She must have been talking about herself because I was the one dazzled.

"No," I assured her anxiously when I finally was able to speak. I tried to decipher her expression but it was a mystery what she was thinking and what she thought of me. Was she mad that I had concealed the truth from her when we first met? Was she scared that I might have organized this whole date, not for her but for her blood? Did she think that I only brought her here to kill her, the pilot and the air hostess that I had hired today? Or maybe she thought that Steve and Lauren were part of the scheme and were in fact vampires as well? Was she terrified for her family and friend's lives? After all she had just heard that at least six vampires lived in Forks alone.

A small shimmer of hope filtered through me when I realized that she was still sitting on my lap. If she was reallyfrightened or furious at me, wouldn't she try and put as much distance as possible? Granted we were on a plane, she couldn't really go anywhere. Well, unless she decided that she would rather fall to her death than be on the same plane as a vampire.

Stupid! I really hadn't thought this through properly for once. I would usually spend hours agonizing every single possible turn out if I was doing something that could go more than one way. For example, when I came to beg forgiveness on turning my back on the closest person to me I planned out every tiny detail. The person I cared about most who was still alive. The person I thought of as a second father after my biological father's demise. Carlisle.

I thought that he would banish me from his sight after what I had done. I deserved it. I had murdered innocent people. Well, they weren't that innocent. In fact, quite the opposite. They were the humans that were monsters. They murdered. But that was - is - no excuse. Carlisle had saved me from death, and I had rejected him and went against his beliefs.

I also thought that maybe, because Carlisle was so compassionate, always thinking of others, that he might, after listening to my apologies, forgive me. Not that he would actually have fully forgiven me. That would be impossible. Just said that to make me feel better and lessen the guilt that he shouldn't have to carry. Father's guilt. Although he wouldn't let me stay with them again. That would be too much to hope for. Maybe suggest that I go and stay with the Denali coven. Sort myself out. Maybe in a few decades he could see I had changed and welcome me back with open arms.

I never thought that he would forgive me so easily and so whole-heartedly. No, that was a lie. I had thought of it, wished that somehow he would realize that I didn't want to be a monster anymore and without him and Esme - my family - there was no reason for me to exist. My biological parents were dead. All my human friends and family were as well. So were all my hopes and ambitions that I had had when I was a human teenage boy and more importantly - Bella (or so I had thought). The truth was she hadn't died, she just wasn't born yet.

I realized that telling her on the plane wasn't the best plan I had had. In fact it was a very bad plan. She probably feels under pressure now and not being able to run from me, if that was what she wanted. This is all my fault. I should have done it before we got on the plane.

This just showed that I wasn't right all the time. Some of my decisions should have been thought through more.

Bella shifted on my lap so she was now completely turned to me. "Well, that explains a lot," she commented, looking me in the eye. I must have looked confused because she added, "I mean that you're a vampire."

I was momentarily thrown by how she so casually said that I was a vampire. Just as if she was commenting about the weather. So calm.

I had thought that I hid what I was so well. My whole family. I was surprised, to say the least, that Bella had noticed something odd about us. Well, apart from the fact that we kept ourselves to ourselves and all normal humans felt uneasy in our presence. But why should it surprise me? Just yesterday I had found myself thinking how observant she was. I asked her what she meant by that.

"Well, I've noticed that your eyes change color. Some days they're a golden color. Topaz. Other days they are a darker color, an onyx color. Then you're alwaysvery careful around me when they turn onyx. Actually you're careful with everything and everyone. As if you could destroy them without even putting any effort into it. Like you're hiding some super strength ability. Edward the Superman!" I chuckled at that. She laughed as well. "You also talk differently," she continued. "More old-fashioned. Polite and gentlemanly. It reminds me of the way people talked at the start of the 1900s or something. I don't believe that you're just seventeen, Edward. Also I've never seen you eat. At lunchtime you buy food but never eat it. It's the same with all your family."

I couldn't believe it. She had noticed all this and she still hadn't panicked and ran. She never stopped and thought 'Hang on a second. Maybe Edward is dangerous,' even when I told her the truth. She just acted like boys told her that they were vampires everyday. Was she crazy?! She was certainly acting like she was.

What am I doing now? I should be happy - ecstatic! - that Bella took this so well. I shouldn't be questioning her sanity; I should be declaring my love for this amazing, unbelievable girl! Sure, she must be mad but I'm a vampire for goodness sake! I have no right to complain. I wouldn't change any part of Bella. There was nothing in her - her appearance, her personality - that I could find any fault in. She was perfect and I loved every part of her perfection.

"You're really okay with this then?" I asked her doubtfully.

"Edward, I love you. Unconditionally and irrevocably. So you're a vampire. Big deal. You don't hurt humans and you're definitely not a monster. You're the exact opposite of that. You're an amazing, good person - the best," she said irritably and then she kissed me.

I didn't even have time to tell her I loved her back. But she knew that I did through our kiss. We kissed for ages, I was in heaven with my Bella. I thought that I couldn't get any happier after I met Bella. I didn't realize until now but the truth was - I was always conscious of the fact that when Bella found out that I was a vampire then she would leave me. Now that I told her and she still accepted me, I felt complete. She loved me the way I was for some reason and I would love her for that fact alone for all eternity. The only thing was that I could never let my guard down when I was with her. If I forgot for one second that she was human and that I had to be really careful with her, then she could die. I could touch her too hard and she could break something. And it wasn't just that she was so fragile, there was also the matter of her blood. I was so attracted to it; what if one day I couldn't resist it anymore and I… No, I can't think like that.

I could tell Bella was a little bit frustrated by how I was so careful about her. I think she wouldn't mind if I was… rougher when we kissed. But it was too risky. I think she understands though why I'm so careful.

She was so beautiful, inside and out. How had I lived before her?

The truth was - I hadn't. I merely existed. I wasn't complete - a half of what I am now since I met Bella. My family had already noticed the positive change in me!

The rest of the journey was spent talking with Bella. Now that she knew the truth I could tell her everything. Well, maybe I wouldn't tell her everything. Not all the gory details that would probably change her mind about her nonchalance concerning what I am. I told her about what I remembered of my human life, meeting Carlisle and being changed by him, briefly about how the rest of my family had became the now bigger Cullens. I told her how I had dreamt about her during the 3 day change or remembered the dream when I needed comfort.

She surprised me by opening up about her past a little bit. She still hadn't told me everything, just a little bit to shed a bit of light on her behavior. She revealed that when she was living in Phoenix, she went through a very unhappy period. She had also dreamt about me. She didn't say much more than that though; even when I asked her to tell me. She had tears in her eyes as she told me she 'couldn't'.

I didn't press her. If I did, it would only distress her even more and I didn't want that. Maybe when we went to Phoenix next weekend, I could find out more. Maybe talk to some of her friends and her mother.

Why was she so secretive though? It drove me mad. I couldn't read her mind so I had to rely completely on what she said. And the moment I mentioned anything before moving to Forks, she closed up. She always edited her words.

And why the peculiar choice of words - couldn't? Not wouldn't or 'I don't want to talk about it'. What was she hiding about her past and why 'could' she not tell me? Was someone threatening her?

I was about to ask her why she couldn't tell me anyways in case she did decide that she was sick of all the secrecy. I wasn't very hopeful. But then the air hostess I had hired for catering to Bella's needs came in to tell us that we would be landing in ten minutes. I thanked her for informing us, dismissing her so I could return my full attention back to Bella. However the air hostess - Lauren I think she said her name was - wouldn't leave. She was staring at Bella and I and thinking very untrue and negative things about Bella. Lauren was also thinking very inappropriate thoughts about me. I won't go into details but let's just say it involved her, me, a lot of cream and the cockpit of the plane.

Lauren finally left after I started to kiss Bella softly on the neck and Bella started to moan. She was aware of Lauren's presence in the room and had figured out my plan to make Lauren uncomfortable so she would leave. You see, Bella doesn't need words; it is like she can read mymind. She always seems to know what I'm thinking. She's very perceptive.

Finally we landed and I organized with Steve that they would come back to collect us at 7 o'clock this evening to fly us back. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to arrange another pilot (preferably one that doesn't fantasize about my Bella. But I understand if that is just impossible) and another air hostess (one who doesn't badmouth Bella just because she's jealous of Bella's beauty and personality) for returning. It was too late notice.

Once we got off the plane, Bella gasped.

"You didn't!?" she exclaimed, gob-smacked. She walked forward and looked at what I had arranged and her eyes started to fill up with tears.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it?" I questioned her anxiously. My hands found their way to her face and they softly caressed her cheeks where a couple of tears had escaped her eyes.

"No, I love it. It's just so beautiful and it must have cost you a fortune and-" she said, her face red from the blush that had gathered in her cheeks where I stroked her.

"Don't worry about the cost," I interrupted. "It's fine. My family has more money than we could ever need. No more talk on who I spend some of it on," I scolded her but unable to stop the grin that crossed my face on how she liked - no, LOVED - it.

She smiled in reply but then a thought crossed her. "But what about the sun? I thought vampires couldn't stand sunlight?!" she gasped, looking horrified and tried to shade me from it. She obviously hadn't noticed that we were in the shade already. And forgotten what I told her about how Hollywood isn't right about vampires' weaknesses. We were sheltered under a big canopy with a two bags on a table in the center. Beside the table were two chairs and also two deck chairs stacked up. I couldn't help but let out guffaws of laughter at Bella's absurdity. She had looked so panicked and her useless attempts at protecting me… Hilarious.

Bella wasn't amused. "What?" she demanded, her eyes narrowed in irritation.

"Bella, for one thing we're in the shade already," I said, pointing to the canopy. "And for another - vampires aren't harmed by the sun! We're not harmed by crosses either," I stopped abruptly so I could laugh again.

Bella, however, didn't like me laughing at her but then seeing the humor in it, couldn't resist a couple of chuckles escaping from her lips. When we had finally got our laughter under control, Bella quipped, "How was I supposed to know? Better safe than sorry."

"You're right. I'm sorry. Why don't I tell you about what happens when vampires do go into the sun?"

She nodded and said, "Ok, but first tell me where we are."

"We're on a beach."

"Well, I can see that! But whereis this beach?"

"It's a private beach in South Carolina, Carlisle bought this beach a while back so we could go here and not have to worry about other people seeing us. The area is near enough deserted, except from another private beach like this one which belongs to this multibillionaire but neither him or his family have been here in a decade. But even if they did come here, they're too far to see us," I told her. I looked at the place I hadn't been in five years. It hadn't changed much - same soft sand, same strong waves, same soft wind, and same beach house for when we stayed for a few weeks.

I led her to the table where the two bags were. One said Bella and the other Edward. I looked inside mine. There was a swimsuit, a towel, sunglasses, keys to the beach house and change of clothes for the evening. Trust Alice. She had left a note saying that Bella's lunch was in the fridge in the beach house. I ran (at vampire speed) inside and ran back. Bella looked shocked at how fast I was and took the plate of me wordlessly and sat down.

Once she took a bite off of her lunch, she started to recover and said, "Another one of your abilities?" I had already told her about my mind-reading on the plane.

"Yes. Is the food ok?"

"It's really good. So you still haven't told me about what happens to vampires when they go into the sun," she teased me.

"Why don't I show you?" I said and walked to the edge of the canopy. I looked around to see that Bella was watching me curiously. I must have been so fast when getting her lunch that she hadn't seen me in the sun yet.

I undid the buttons on my shirt and took it off. I could hear Bella's gasp and could feel her gaze on me. I smiled to myself and walked into the sun. Bella gasped even louder when she saw me and when I looked back at her, I could see the wonder in her eyes. Our eyes met and we stayed like that for a few minutes, just looking at each other. Bella was holding the sandwich halfway to her mouth.

Finally I walked back to her and sat back down. She continued with her lunch and I told her about all the popular beliefs about vampires that were wrong. Like the whole "vampires sleep in coffins" thing. I told her how we didn't sleep at all. She was very interested about it.

Once she had finished with her lunch I showed her around the house. The beach house was very big for a beach house but we needed room for all of Alice's clothes and rooms of our own. We all had separate rooms with en suites; we didn't call them bedrooms as we didn't need beds though Alice and Rosalie had four-poster beds anyways. We also had two studies, one for Carlisle and the other one for Jasper. There was also an identical piano to the one I have in Forks so I could play when I was here. We have a big sitting room where we have a massive TV and a few bookshelves full of DVDS. In my room here at the beach house, I don't have much CDs as usual when we stay here I bring them with me. We also have a small library for reading material when we're here. Bella was stunned at how big the beach house was and joked that if this was our holiday home then my house in Forks must be the biggest house in the whole state.

Once I was finished with the tour, we got changed into our swimsuits so that we could go into the sea for a while. I was waiting by the door for her when she came down. She was wearing a bikini that didn't leave much to the imagination in the same color as the clothes she was wearing earlier. There was red writing like this morning on the … back of her bikini bottoms. It said "Only a vampire can love you forever' with vampire and forever in bigger writing. I noticed Bella's discomfort of her appearance and complimented her. She was stunning. I wasn't lying but Bella seemed to think so but I managed to convince her.

We went into the sea and just played around for a few hours. Luckily, she was able to get a water-proof cast for her arm but she still couldn't use her arm properly. Bella really enjoyed the sea; she really seemed to glow when on the beach.

When we got out, I unfolded the deck chairs so Bella could just sit in the sun and dry of. We joked around for a while and then we started kissing.

At half five, we went back into the beach house so that we could get changed for dinner. Bella was grumbling about what Alice had got her to wear for dinner; she thought that it was too dressy. Bella thought that we were just going to get dinner in the kitchen.

In actual fact, I had secretly hired a famous chef and a bunch of waiters to make and serve the food. I kept Bella busy as they dressed up the canopy for dinner and made the dinner. I had found out one of Bella's favorite food and had got the chef to make it.

Once Bella had finished dressing for dinner, she came to the library where I was. I was trying to find a book that Jasper had asked if I would bring back. He had forgotten it when he was last here with Alice two weeks ago.

I turned around when I heard her come in. This time she was in a dress that reached a few inches above her knee. Surprisingly she was in the same shade of blue as earlier on. This blue must be Alice's favorite color on Bella at the moment (Not that I'm complaining. She looks amazing in blue). This time the red writing was 'Real Men Sparkle' and the writing had glitter all over it.

Bella pointed to the writing and asked, "How does she do that? It's like she knows what we're doing today. How did she know that you would tell me on the plane about you being a vampire? "

"You know the way I can read minds. Well, Alice also has a special gift. She has visions of the future."

"Oh right. That explains a lot!" she said as came over to see the book that I had in my hands. "Oh, has this to do with Jasper's obsession with that Civil War?"

"What?" I asked.

"Remember when Alice tried to guilt me into going to Phoenix with you next weekend?" she said.

"Oh yeah, that," I laughed.

Bella was looking around at the books when my phone vibrated. I had asked the chef that when he was ready with the dinner to phone me.

"Time to go have some dinner," I announced. We went down and I steered her out the front door.

"Where are we going?" she asked me suspiciously.

"Nowhere," I answered innocently. She gave me a look that said 'Yeah, right'.

She gasped when she saw the canopy now covered with flowers and a candle on the table. It was set for two and there was a waiter standing at the edge with the set menu for Bella.

"Edward, you really go all out don't you?" she said to me as we sat down. She looked at the menu. "I love the paella but I bet you already knew that," she teased.

"Well, maybe it was just a lucky guess," I shot back.

The waiter walked over and poured Bella and me each a glass of juice. Another waiter walked over with our starters and set it down. They went back into the kitchen to give us some privacy.

Bella started on her starter and ate it all while I just watched her. I offered her mine as I certainly didn't want to eat it but I didn't want to be rude by leaving it untouched. Bella laughed and took half of it of my plate. I was glad that she seemed to like it.

"Can I ask you a question?" she requested once she had finished both our starters and the waiter had retrieved them so he could serve the next course.

"Fire away."

"It's a hypothetical question actually," she said, looking very uncomfortable. "Say you were in love with this person and you really wanted to tell this person something - something really bad that you did - but you were afraid that they would reject you. You were afraid that they would hate you for what you did. What would you do?"

I was really confused, to say the least. What was she talking about? I sensed that she wasn't talking hypothetically. It sounded like the struggle I went through with myself whether I should tell Bella or not about me being a vampire. About my rebellion stage. "If I really loved this person-"

"Let's call this person Edmund," she interrupted.

"Well," I smiled. "If I really loved Edmund and I wanted them to know what I did then I would tell them. Yes, it would be a gamble to tell that person if it was really terrible but if he really loved you, he would forgive you. Especially if Edmund had done things that he wasn't proud of either. However I think this person - do you have a name for this person?"

"Yes, her name is Betty."

"However I think Betty is over-thinking this and by being honest with Edmund, you will be even closer. I think Edmund would really like to know everything about Betty, even if it was terrible. I think Edmund loves Betty unconditionally and nothing she could do or say would change that."

She considered my answer and was silent as she thought about it. Maybe she would tell me now. She looked like she was about to speak when a smiling waiter came with the main meal. The moment was gone.

Bella started to eat and complimented the food. We continued to share some small-talk as she ate.

I looked around; the waiters were gone and were busy in the kitchen looking at a Playboy magazine. I couldn't believe that women would want to be photographed in such little apparel in 'seductive' poses. It was ludicrous. I was disgusted at the waiters' display. I was tempted to go in and tell them off about their behavior. If my biological mother had seen how supposedly 'gentlemen' behaved these days, she would be so appalled. My mother had raised me to behave like a gentleman always; especially when I was around ladies. One of the few memories I remember is her telling me that she would rather that I was a stupid gentleman than a very intelligent rude pig.

But I could work their obvious distraction to my advantage. I told Bella I would be back in a second and took my plate and went into the beach house. I threw the food in the bin and got a top from my small wardrobe of clothes that I kept here all the time. I ripped the shirt and put it on top of the food so that if one of the waiters or, God forbid, the chef had to throw something in the bin and wouldn't see the food underneath.

I went back to Bella, who had finished her plate by then. She rubbed her stomach happily and commented, "That was excellent. The best I've ever tasted. It's a lucky thing the chef's just hired for the night otherwise I would have to worry about my weight! I bet Alice would be ecstatic though if I didn't fit into my clothes anymore. It would mean more shopping for her and a whole new wardrobe!"

I laughed and asked her if she was up to dessert.

"Of course! More of this cooking… can't wait!" I chuckled at her obvious enthusiasm.

Maybe I could hire the chef full-time if he wasn't too busy with all his cooking shows. Or maybe ask him for some cooking lessons to impress Bella with. Or I could just hire him once a night. Bella was too thin; she could do with going up a dress size. And like she said, Alice would be delighted with all the extra shopping.

After ten more minutes of us talking and the waiters still crowded around that damn Playboy magazine, I decided to go and tell them that I didn't appreciate them neglecting their employers of the night. They scattered and immediately two of them went to collect the dishes together, bumping into each other in their haste to get back into my good books for the possibility of a tip for them. The other two apologized profusely trying to lay the blame on 'Johnny', one of the waiters who had gone outside to collect the plates. He had been the one who had brought the Playboy in, even though one of the waiters in front of me was the one who had brought it out first. They even had the audacity to suggest that I could have the Playboy for myself to look at when 'the chick is gone'. They couldn't even remember her name except that she was 'hot' and couldn't even refer to her as something not related to a farm animal. No respect.

I addressed them all coldly, lecturing them on how they needed to learn some respect and that their girlfriends or wives should be cherished not because of their appearance, but because of their personality. I don't think it did much good though, if what they were saying in their minds was anything to go by.

I returned to Bella who was looking on amusedly at the sight of all the waiters trying to butter me up so that I could give good references to all my other 'rich friends'. They all thought that I was some kind of multibillionaire's heir who was full of himself.

The dessert arrived and Bella really liked it. It was Hot Chocolate Fudge Cake. Bella's favorite.

The waiters continued to be good throughout dessert but now that they had no half naked girls to look at, they started trying to imagine Bella naked. This hardly helped my mood; I was tempted to actually go looking for them later on tonight when Bella would no doubt be busy with Alice at their sleepover. In the end, I decided that none of them would get a tip and I would neverhire them again. They were very lucky.

They all packed up and left after I paid them. They were annoyed that they didn't get a tip but that's their fault. I brought Bella back to the library after I said she could borrow some books. As she was studying our selection I slipped out to talk to the chef.

I asked him about the whole one day a week idea but unfortunately he was happy with staying on cooking shows at the moment. He did say though that he would happy to cater for us another time and said that he would be happy to give me some cooking lessons. We agreed on a time later on this week on Wednesday after school.

I went back up to Bella after he had left, to tell her that Steve and Lauren had returned to collect us. Joy.

Luckily though, Steve had learned on the journey to that I didn't appreciate him eyeing up Bella and stayed in the cabin the whole journey. Lauren, however, wasn't as intelligent to realize this and even slipped me her phone number and told me to dump Bella, and that I deserved better. And she obviously assumed that she was in my 'league' or that is what she called it. I don't know what she meant though.

Someone is delusional. How could she think I would play girls and never go out with them unless they had a great body? How could she even consider the idea that she was better than Bella, that she was prettier and I deserved better? That I would go out with Bella just because of her looks? She must of meant when she said my 'league' that Bella was too good for me. Yeah, that must be what she meant.

We arrived back in Port Angeles and I drove back to my house. It was a comfortable silence in the car; we didn't need to fill up every silence with uncomfortable small talk. We were comfortable around each other and knew that we could trust each other.

As the house came into view, Bella gaped at the house and gasped quietly. I laughed inwardly to myself at Bella's reaction. I was just opening Bella's door as Alice opened the door, clapping delightedly and yelling "They're back!" Not like any of the family hadn't already heard my car.

I took Bella's hand as we walked towards the house. "What if they don't like me?" she whispered in my ear anxiously.

I looked at her in disbelief. Who wouldn't like Bella? I couldn't believe that she was concerned about my family not liking her. Oh, them being vampires, that's nothing. I couldn't help questioning her sanity once again.

Nevertheless, I put my arm around her waist and told her that they would be fools if they didn't and that they loved her already. I told her that Carlisle and Esme wouldn't care if she had webbed feet; Bella made me happy and that was enough for them to love her like their own daughter.

We walked in and Alice hugged Bella, telling her that they were going to have the best sleepover ever. I rolled my eyes at Alice's display.

"Edward!" called Esme from the living room.

"Oh yeah, everyone's in there. They have been in there for over an hour waiting for you. Esme can't wait to meet Bella!" thought Alice, filling me in.

I brought Bella to the door and looked in. I nearly burst out laughing at the scene I saw. They were all trying to appear nonchalant, even though we hardly ever were in this room in the evenings. Jasper was reading a book, Rosalie was looking at a fashion magazine with Alice on the floor and Carlisle and Esme were sitting on the love seat watching TV.

Esme got up with Carlisle by her side. She walked over to us beaming at the sight of Bella and me, my hand around her waist. "You must be Bella. Edward hasn't stopped talking about you since he met you!" she exclaimed. After a moment's hesitation she put her arms around Bella carefully, making me let go of Bella in the act. Bella seemed surprised by the hug but in a good way.

"I'm happy to meet you. Your house is beautiful, Mrs. Cullen," she said.

"Call me Esme. And I assure you the pleasure is all mine."

Carlisle, Esme and Bella fell easily into conversation. Rosalie ignored Bella and walked out of the room. Jasper and Alice were talking to each other at the other side of the room.

After about 10 minutes of chat, I was growing impatient. I wanted to show Bella my room and find out what she thought of Esme. As if Esme had read my mind, she said, "Edward, I'm sure Bella would like to see your room."

"Yeah," Bella agreed, "goodbye everyone."

I was expecting Alice to moan that I was stealing Bella. She had said earlier that the moment Bella stepped through the front door of our house; it was the start of the sleepover. Well, I wasn't complaining.

We went up the stairs and I named the rooms as they passed them. I opened the door to my room and she looked around. I looked around at the familiar wardrobe, couch and of course my CD selection.

She turned around. "Your room is really nice," she complimented. I joined her where she was standing looking at the different CDs I had. There were several albums of mine that she had as well.

"What are you listening to at the minute?" she asked me.

"I'll show you," I went over to my CD player and pressed play. I had been listening to River Flows in You by Yiruma this morning.

But that wasn't what came out of my speakers…

Yeah...Uh huhSo seductiveI'll take you to the candy shopI'll let you lick the lollipopGo 'head girl, don't you stopKeep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

I'll take you to the candy shopBoy one taste of what I gotI'll have you spending all you gotKeep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)You can have it your way, how do you want itYou gon' back that thing up or should i push up on itTemperature rising, okay lets go to the next levelDance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettleI'll break it down for you now, baby it's simpleIf you be a nympho, I'll be a nymphoIn the hotel or in the back of the rentalOn the beach or in the park, it's whatever you intoGot the magic stick, I'm the love doctorHave your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotchaWanna show me how you work it baby, no problemGet on top then get to bouncing round like a low riderI'm a seasons vet when it come to this shitAfter you work up a sweat you can play with the stickI'm trying to explain baby the best way I canI melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)I'll take you to the candy shopI'll let you lick the lollipopGo 'head girl, don't you stopKeep going 'til you-

I turned it off abruptly and yelled "Alice!"

Bella was standing there, her cheeks red.

Alice came through the door and took Bella's hand and dragged her out of the room. "THAT'S FOR STEALING BELLA!" she yelled and started laughing evilly. "Come on, Bella," she said, now talking normally. "It's SLEEPOVER TIME!"

So what do you think? I made it extra long to make up for the 2 weeks of no updates! I dont think it was my best chapter, mainly because some of it was written when i was sick on holiday (long story, i was sick for the first whole week in Spain) and the rest written when I was REALLY tired. lol

Oh yeah, the song was Candyshop by 50Cent

Review! I've been stuck in the 20s for ages (number of reviews) so I want to get at least into the 30s. But even if I don't I'll still update when I've finished the next chapter (The sleepover). I hate it (no offence to anyone) when people have got the next chapter all written but won't post until they've got a particular amount of reviews. Sorry if anyone took any offence :P

Luv,
Smile!EdwardLuvsYhoo :)
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