NOTICE: I will be GONE for a while. I am grounded until I clean my room. I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY OR ANY OTHERS!! Technically, I'm not even supposed to be on the computer, but I wanted to post this before it got deleted. Sorry you guys. :)


Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the songs I use.

Edward Pov

"Breakfaaaaaaaaast!" A cheery voice sang into the quiet morning.

I moaned. Five more minutes.

"Come on, sleepyhead!" She continued. "Don't make me come back in there! Your food will get cold!"

I groaned. Reluctantly, I rolled out of bed. "Five more minutes -that's all I want out of life!" I grumbled, dragging myself there. I froze as I stepped into the kitchen.

Bella had scrambled eggs, bacon, and orange juice all ready for me. "Eat up." She ordered. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up a bit more.
"Um, thanks." I said, still half-asleep. So it sort of sounded like mush.

But she responded. "You're welcome." She smiled, sitting down in the chair across from me.

"So, are you ready for your wonderful day of school?" I asked her peppily.

She froze.

"Are you sure you want to go to school today?" She asked me softly. "I understand if you don't, and I'd stay with you. But I-"

"No." I cut in. "As long as you're with me at school, I can handle it. I would never want you to miss school because of me. What will-" I stopped myself. What will your parents say, I had almost asked. Maybe I shouldn't mention them. I could still remember her face as we pulled up to her house yesterday, hearing voices argue.

"So, let's get ready for school!" I said enthusiastically. I waffled down the rest of my breakfast, gulping the juice down. Bella chuckled nervously.

"What exactly am I going to wear?" She demanded folding her arms across her chest. I noticed what she was wearing- the outfit I lent her yesterday.

"Er, well..." I scratched my head, thinking. "I'm sure I have some skinny jeans that will fit you...And I...um" Suddenly inspiration hit me. "Here follow me." I stood and extended my hand to help her up.

She smiled, blushing, and I led her through the house. I did not drop her hand. We had gone past my office room and my bedroom when Bella spoke.

"Where are we going?" She asked, confusion clear. "We've past the only rooms in the house! Edward..."

I grinned to myself, shaking my head. "The only visible rooms in the house." I informed her. She was about to question that, but I turned, placing a finger over her soft lips. "A little trust here, Bella?" I asked her, smirking as she stuttered.

"I-um, sure. Trust. Okay."

I simply continued to lead her further down the hallway. She glanced the paintings that hung on the walls. I held my breath as she stopped walking to examine one.

It was a personal piece. I had spent months working on this one. It was a shadowy, windy ocean with dark waves that were big and purplish gray. It represented so many times in my life. These waves had drowned me, my happiness. These waves were my sorrow.

"Wow." She murmured, reaching out, as if to stroke it. "This is amazing. Where'd you get this?" Her hand hovered over the picture, but she didn't dare to touch it.

"I, uh, I kind of painted it." I said in an embarrassed rush, and it sounded like, "Ikindapaintedit."

Her jaw dropped, and her hand retreated. "You did?" It was a whisper.

I shrugged. "Yeah. I did."

She glared at me. "You are fantastic."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked nervously.

She giggled, her frown turning to a gentle smile. "No, it's actually a plus. You just earned points."

"Points?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Oh, don't act all amused." She scolded, and her anger was cute instead frightening. She sighed, obviously embarrassed. "Points, as in how well I rank you. On how attractive you are...I, um, girls use a sort of check list. You can gain and subtract points. It's like a GPA. You get an A, B, C, D, or F. Kind of like that." She explained, dipping her face behind her hair. She took a step backwards, as if I would reject her. She was very embarrassed, and I smiled; she was so adorable.

"So...What do I have?" I questioned softly, entertained.

"Uh, I don't want to tell you?" She told me, her voice rising as I pressed her against the wall.

"Don't you?" I asked softly. I gathered her limp hands and held them over her head. I took them both in just one hand so the other one was free; I trailed her jawbone with this hand.

"N-no. I don't." She was stubborn about this.

I placed my lips faintly against her mouth, barely brushing. "Bella." I breathed, and her lips parted. I put a little more pressure, just enough to cause her to moan but not enough for it to be a kiss. "Won't you tell me?" My mouth rubbed against hers, and the feeling of her smooth lips was amazing.

"A." She relented, her voice weak.

"A? Really?" I questioned huskily, pleased. She shivered.

"Plus." She muttered.

"Pardon?"

"A plus." She whispered.

She groaned as I suddenly kissed her, hard. My left hand grabbed her neck, drawing her closer. Her open lips let my tongue glide in. It swept gracefully across her teeth, and her fingers twitched against my right hand. I released her hands, and they immediately went to my hair, tangling themselves deeply.

I let out a small gasp as she brought her body closer. I desperately grasped her waist, trying to rid the little space between us. Her knees trembled as I bit her lower lip, nibbling on it softly.

She collapsed, and she would've sunk to the floor, but I caught her. Her hands were now at my waist level. She clung to my belt buckled, trying to regain her balance. I moaned. Her hand accidentally swept across my pants, and I groaned, breathing even harder. My knees went out.

We fell to the ground, her on top of me. Her fingertips played with my collar. I stared at her, open mouthed. She winked before diving her tongue in my mouth. I let her control us. She brought my head at an angle, letting her get better access. She let her hand dance across my shirt buttons, unfastening them. I hardly noticed. She brought my arm around her slender waist. She then began to sweep patterns on my chest, slowly, tortuously slow. Her tongue trace my lip, flicking against it appealingly. I was gasping for air.

She smirked, standing up. "Don't dazzle me unless you want to be dazzled." She stated, swaying her hips as she walked a circle around me. I scrambled to my feet, watching her.

"Damn you." I panted.

She smiled innocently. "Now, how about getting me out of these clothes?"

Oh God. My mind went straight to the gutter. My jaw hit the floor. Oh man, I couldn't get that mental image out of my mind. I could just picture Bella and me...oh wow. I felt myself drooling slightly. I shook my head, needing to get the thoughts out of my head before I did something rash.

"S-sure. Follow me. And watch this." I went to the end of the hallway, and I could hear her walking behind me."Ready? Three, two, one." I placed my hand on the wall and pushed. It lifted, rising to a horizontal tilt. I ducked under, grabbing her hand and leading her after me.

"Wow." She murmured.

I shrugged. "These all belonged to the people before me. They left them here because they didn't want them anymore." I tried to see it how she would.

There was a very high roof, dome-shaped. Rows and rows, stacks and stacks, carts and crates of items resided. There were endless clothes, books, cds, bikes, toys, and ancient antiques. There was everything from beautiful dresses from the early nineteen hundreds, to an autographed poster of Tokio Hotel. Mounds of books were everywhere, scattered acrostic the floor. There were statues of old previous presidents, as well as ancient Roman gods. It was really amazing. Historical artifacts that haven't been recorded were here. I knew there was a hand written copy of the Declaration of Independence somewhere around here.

"Wow." She said louder. She headed towards the clothes. "May I?" She asked, hesitatingly fingering a fragile dress.

"No, Bella." I said, my face serious and stern. I burst out laughing at her crest fallen expression.

"Oh, shut up." She replied, gently taking the dress of its hanger. "Now, you, uh, go somewhere out of vision range."

"Vision range?" I snorted.

"Oh, just go!" She ordered.

I rolled my eyes, strolling over to the antique suits and tuxedos. I abstractly shifted through them. I found a silk one with matching dress pants. It was half black and half white. I found it unique and interesting. The top half had the left side white and the right black. The pants had the opposite: the left one was black and the right was white. I immediately stripped down to my boxers and threw it on. I liked the way it fit, as if it was tailored for me.

"Edward?" Bella's voice called. "Where are you?"

I stepped out from behind the rack. I gasped in awe.

Bella was breathtakingly beautiful. Her dress was strapless. It too was ironically both black and white. The two different contrasting colors were gorgeously blended into a flowing, wispy dress. The bodice was scrunched together in black and white stripes. The skirts came down gracefully under it, resting smoothly around her, gently landing on the floor. She looked absolutely stunning.

She gaped at me, taking in my odd outfit. Then she started laughing.

"What?" I asked her, both curious and annoyed. Did she not like this?

"You're barefoot." She giggled. "It ruins the outfit."

I threw her a disbelieving look. "And you are wearing shoes?"

She shot me a smug smile. "My dress covers my feet." I glanced at the ground, and she was right. I chuckled.

"We can't go to school like this." She stated, fidgeting with her lovely dress.

"Well," I began slowly, "We don't have to go to school..." I smiled as she grinned, cocking her head and placing her hands on her hips.

"Then what do you suppose we do?" She questioned doubtfully.

"Oh, you'll see." I told her. "Go find some shoes to match. You'll need them where we're going."

She sighed and hurried away. I went over to the men shoes crates, digging through the fancier bins. I found the perfect ones and slipped them on. I hurriedly rushed to find Bella. She was struggling to put on her silver high heels.

"Allow me." I murmured, sliding them on, my hands lingering on her ankles. She blushed.

"Where are we going?" She asked again.

"You really want to know?"

"YES!"

I leaned by her ear and whispered seductively. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out." I kissed the soft spot under her earlobe.

She groaned in frustration. "Edward! Please?"

"Well...nope. It's a surprise!!" I said enthusiastically.

"I hate surprises." She grumbled.

"Not this one." I told her, helping her to her feet. She wobbled a little bit but stood. I kissed her lightly on her precious lips, but pulled away before we wrinkled our clothes. I leaned against her forehead. "Believe me, Bella, you'll adore this surprise."

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That's the link for Edward's tuxedo. It really is so amazing.

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That's Bella's dress. It is SO beautiful and stunning! :D LOVE it! The one on the left. (Take away the spaces from in between. For some reason it won't let me put it together. This goes for Edward's too.)

How'd you like it? I really liked it. And the whole wall thing is like a garage in the way it lifts. Picture that sort of.

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-Belmo