Disclaimers to Stephenie Meyer and Tomoko Hayakawa, for such inspiration, thank you.

Twilight the movie was only released on Friday in the UK, but I haven't seen it. Shock, horror! But hopefully, I am watching it today (today being Sunday in the UK).But, after Christmas shopping, which I am not looking forward to. My mother is the hardest person to buy for. She won't want jewellery because she doesn't wear much of it, she doesn't want perfume or that paraphernalia because she doesn't use it, and she doesn't want anything else – apart from a bracelet that I hope is still in stock. How do you get a woman who has everything a Christmas present?

My sister is easy, she wants the Twilight Soundtrack. *rolls eyes*

And also, sorry for not updating in such a long time. This is like just written work. I've had to work for the week, which sucks because it's energy consuming as well as time consuming. This will get easier as my distractions stop at Christmas Eve, and I can write loads. I have already planned the rest of the story, so it shouldn't take long, if I follow the guidelines that I've wrote – which I barely do, but in drastic times like this, then I have to.

And enough with my rant. On with the story.

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"Emmett! Get your ass down here and answer the door!" Bella yelled. The door had been banging for at least 10 minutes. Bella stood by it, and didn't dare to open it, knowing what was standing outside.

And it was Valentine's Day.

Couldn't there be a worse day for Bella? Bella knew that Valentine's Day was like a conspiracy to those who couldn't get a Valentine. Ugh, the word sent chills down Bella's spine. Valentines was a conspiracy also to those in love, created by the flower and chocolate industry, an extra event that would benefit them. Valentine's Day was just a conspiracy in itself.

It wasn't that that made Bella dislike Valentine's Day. It was mainly of the fact that she never got a Valentine. Well sometimes she did. There was Danny in 6th grade, but the words "I loeyve you," hardly was romantic. The card was handmade and for the record, it had less sentiment than a cold 'hello' from Edward, that morning. Then there were the desperate people, and the boys that were apathetic and only liked Bella because she was so dark and unemotional.

Bella wasn't the only one who hated Valentine's Day.

Edward locked himself in his room, refusing to participate in the trivial thing called Valentine's. It was hard to be so good-looking all the time. He thought about the years he had refused to accept cards, gifts, kisses, sex and he wondered why women threw themselves at him all the time. How could, the only person he genuinely wanted, not want him at all, but the people he'd rather die than be with, literally went straight for him? Edward sighed.

Forks had a population of 1,200 people, so it would make sense that, at least, theoretically, 600 women lived in Forks, and even more theoretically and about 200 of them were in the same school as Edward. Then, it would make sense that those 200 liked other people than Edward, Emmett, Carlisle and Jasper. Wrong. All of those 200 girls wanted Edward, Emmett, Carlisle and Jasper. Only Emmett was the one that was pleased with this. It was not fair.

It was just so lucky, that Valentine's Day was on a Saturday. Or they would have needed a SWAT team to get them to school safely.

Bella locked herself in her room. She went over to the chest of drawers and opened it gingerly. She looked at the small card that was inside.

How do I get it to him, without him noticing? She asked.

It had been a month since 'the incident' and even jokes of it was wearing off, it was getting so bad, being sexually frustrated and being so close to someone who could calm that frustration. It was frustrating that he thought the best thing was to ignore it. He was being so prude and gentleman-like. Ugh, Bella slammed the drawer shut.

Edward had been walking down the corridor when he heard something slam. Then there was yelling. Edward's vocabulary might have been expanded at that point when he heard Bella yelling. He tried opening the door but it was locked. Bella heard the doorknob trying to open and froze. She walked over to the door and pressed her head on the door, trying to hear who it was. Edward couldn't hear Bella and pressed a head on the door on the door trying to listen inside the room. Bella looked at her sore hand, which she had accidently trapped when she slammed the drawer shut. Edward heard a click as the door unlocked. Bella opened the door and there wasn't anyone outside. Edward had run away in fear.

"Edward! Come and get your cards!" Emmett yelled happily, from the bottom of the stairs. Bella saw this as a chance. She grabbed her card and then ran to the living room. She saw Edward's pile, and making sure that no one was looking; she put the card on the pile. She had done this just before Edward walked into the room, looking god-like. He had a white shirt that was buttoned completely to the neck, but the sleeves were rolled up. This led Bella to wonder how playing the piano could gain muscles that could challenge even the most toned person in the world. Running from fan girls had its perks as well. His hair looked wild, as if he hadn't brushed it at all, except with his hands. Bella turned to look at a small pile and saw her name written.

"Oh, I thought this was my pile, seeing as I'm so popular with the boys," Bella tried to joke. Edward smiled weakly.

"I wish that was my pile," Edward said pointing at the few cards Bella had.

"Well, if you're interested in Goth-like boys, then these are the cards for you," Bella said. She picked up the cards and then left the room. Edward's eyes flickered over a familiar looking card, with familiar handwriting. He realised the real reason why Bella was there. He ran towards Bella and then picked her up bridal style.

"Edward?" she gasped, unable to breath out of shock. The cards she had dropped to the floor.

"I'm in the mood for a Goth-like girl," he said huskily. He opened Bella's bedroom door with an elbow...

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(Later that day...)

"Oh, my God," a girl moaned, "I love you."

"I love you too," a boy grunted as he held the girl in his arms. The boy and the girl were sweaty and exhausted.

"You were so...amazing, are you experienced?" she asked whilst panting. She turned to face him.

"No, you're my first time," He replied with a smile. It was a smile that made the girl give the boy a chaste kiss.

"You're my first."

"I'm glad," he whispered in her ear. She giggled and wrapped her arms around the boy's neck.

"I love you," she repeated.

"I know," he said.

"No, I meant it. I love you, for everything. The sweet gestures and this, this has been so great, and I feel lame for getting you only a card. I want you to be mine forever," she told him, whilst gazing lovingly at him.

"I am yours forever," he said, his face pulled into a confused expression.

"I don't want you to love anyone else but me, I don't want you to look at any other girl but me, and when you wake up in the morning, I want the first person you think of to be me, I know it's selfish but I know you," she said strongly, staring at him. His face suddenly softened.

"I wouldn't think of anyone else but you," he whispered as he kissed her forehead. She smiled as she fell asleep.

Tiredness soon got to the boy and he too, fell asleep.

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