…'Meyer' made the mold…but we are all here to break it…lol…

Chapter 3

BELLA WAS a nervous wreck! She couldn't believe what just happened to her…with him. Um…wow! She was speed-walking for Christ's sake; flip flops making a ruckus against the pavement and leaving a bit of white gesso behind her in the shape of size 6, heading straight down the street, no stopping and no falling or tripping even a remote possibility, right towards the park where her girls and Tanya were waiting. She was still flushed, gripping the smock and ripped shirt together like nothing else.

Flashes of high school poured into her mind. Being head of the Art Club, one afternoon she had been painting a collage in the senior wing and turned to find Edward at his locker staring at her. Sometimes he would be staring while he searched for something to eat from inside his locker…and then he would just chew and stare. It was ridiculous! They were kind of friends back then, but she would never forget that feeling of thrilling terror…knowing he had been checking her out, and how that scared the crap out of her and she had absolutely no clue how to deal with it. And now she felt 16 all over again!

God, I am such a dork…

Why oh why did this have to happen on this day? He must be laughing at her right now, if he wasn't annoyed at the mess he was surely cleaning. She didn't even get any freakin' sale supplies for her studio…

Anyway, she saw her girls and walked through the swings towards them. They were both on the tire swing and, as soon as they saw Bella, they began to yell for her to come push them. "Hey, sweeties! I'll push you for 5 minutes and that's it. I'm a mess." She motioned down to her torn shirt and white feet as she blew a stray lock off her forehead and sighed to her friend. "Please just give me a moment, and don't you dare start laughing at me or I swear..."

"Mom, you look like someone tried to paint you with white icing. Look at your flip flops!" June could not stop the laughter from coming up. "You even got some of it in your hair, too!"

Rosey jumped off her swing, went to her mother and touched her arm gently, trying to help her get her calm back. "Mommy, you had an accident."

"What on earth happened to you, Bella?" She grabbed her friend's arm and steered her toward the tree and away from the girls. "You look worse now than you did when you left!"

The flood gates opened as Bella shifted from foot to foot, whisper-yelling, "Oh shit, fuck, shit! If you even attempt to start with that subject again, I swear to you that I will put a big fat white handprint in the middle of that ridiculously expensive purse of yours."

Tanya took a tiny step backwards and moved her bag away from her friend, and frowned, "Under the circumstances, I am going to let that one go..."

Grabbing her hair with both fists, Bella glanced briefly at her daughters to make sure they couldn't hear her. "I was at Rembrandts, right? And…and…I had a little accident…and, I sort of fell off a ladder…and…fuuuck…I landed right on top of him….right on top of Edward Cullen!"

Tanya's hand flew to her mouth, trying to conceal her huge smile at this news. "Oh my god, what?"

Bella's arms waved around in the air as she kept on, "I have NEVER been so embarrassed in my life!" Her cheeks were so red she could feel them. "I could just die! Please kill me now." She put her arms around herself leaving her white-splattered hair a wild mess, trying to forget how she had landed and how her body had reacted to his. Even after all of these years.

"Whatever, BB. You know you have wanted to feel all up on that man since puberty…and it's about time if you ask me…" Tanya watched her friend freaking out and loved it. She was thinking it was about time for a little excitement to come into her girlfriend's life; especially if that excitement was none other than high school hottie, Edward Cullen.

Tanya remembered all too well how Bella used to daydreamed about him and would become a nervous wreck every time he was around. At their last senior party, Edward was visiting town and Tanya had never seen her friend like that over any boy. She remembered Bella getting a little bit tipsy and going up to Edward to talk to him that night, making up some excuse about a finished art project and how she needed Edward to help her hang it in the senior hallway. Edward's girlfriend at that time, Lauren Stanley, was right there and saw the crush written all over Bella's face. She also saw how close Edward was standing to Bella and his sudden change in body language. Lauren, being the bitch she was, reached for her punch, then accidentally tripped and spilled it all over Bella, making everyone laugh and point. Bella was mortified of course. She ran out and didn't look back. What she didn't see was how pissed off Edward was at Lauren and everyone else that laughed.

"It's about time you fell for someone…" she snickered, "…and Edward Cullen! Girl, you better watch out because if I can tell anything by that look on your face, it's that something more than just falling on top of him happened! You have not stopped moving and grabbing at yourself since you got back. What happened exactly?" Tanya was all worked up now, and she had a sneaking feeling that her best girlfriend's life was about to change…for the better.

Bella took a deep breath and tried to relax a bit. She looked at Rosey on the swing again as June pushed her too high. Typical.

"Junebug…not so high, okay?" Turning back to Tanya, she continued, "Look, I'm just shaken up. So don't even start with that. I just fell on top of someone. And I'm holding my shirt so the whole world doesn't see my boobs!" Bella grabbed her shirt tighter, turning toward her girls again. "Come on, sweeties, we have to get home and finish getting everything ready for 'Girls Night'.

"Okay, Bella. I'll let you go home now to hide, but don't you dare think I'll forget that you have not shared the deets. I'll be at your house around 8 o'clock, alright?" Tanya kissed her friend on the check and headed off to her car, pulling her cell phone out of her purse and dialing a number, already lost in her own universe. A universe filled with flirting men.

Can this day get any worse?

xxCSxx

EDWARD went home like his mother suggested, taking the garbage bag full of his ruined clothing with him. He cooked his parents their dinner; poached salmon with dill butter, steamed carrots and broccoli, and a pine nut risotto. It was the least he could do to make life a little easier on his mother. That way she could pay more attention to his father when she didn't have to do all the chores and cooking herself. He cleaned up his mess and put everything into the refrigerator, leaving a short note on the counter for his parents to find. His mother always said he was thoughtful. He saw it more as being thorough.

Now that he was done, he grabbed the garbage bag and headed out the back door toward the guest house behind the garage. It was more like an efficiency space, really. There was one large room divided by a counter. Half was a kitchen, complete with a 'single size' stove, fridge, counter and sink. It was just the right size for one person. The other side was the larger section, consisting of a fold-out couch and all the amenities. The television was ancient and the décor was something left over from the 70's. But it was clean and comfortable. Tossing the ruined bag of clothes to the floor, he took his shirt off and lay down on the couch, turning the tube on.

No cable.

The only choices were reruns of M*A*S*H or Happy Days. He opted for the first, stretched out to relax, and found himself remembering the feel of a certain female form rubbing against his groin. She had been tormenting his thoughts ever since she had left the shop.

Bella Swan...

…B…

He couldn't get her out of his mind…or the feel of her body…or the shape of her ass! His hands tingled again, wishing he could slide them around her curves and pull her against him now.

He remembered how embarrassed she'd become and how she'd snapped at him to give her some space. He smiled and thought that was just like her. Even in high school she had been embarrassed around him, and snappish. He knew she had a crush on him then, but it had probably faded away with time. She was in a different league then. He didn't think that was true now, though. And he could not mistake her eyes, how they'd been clouded with something he recognized, like desire but mixed with something else. He drew his knee up trying to ease the sudden throbbing ache, rubbing his erection through his jeans.

Fucking vanilla…

Edward closed his eyes and dozed, letting his mind wander. He imagined her in the room with him, stroking him softly…his hair, his chest, his shoulders and arms…then lower. And suddenly they were both shirtless…naked from the waist up…

Shit!

He felt like a kid. He was so aroused he was in pain. Releasing the button of his fly, Edward moved his hand inside his boxers to grab his stiff cock, stoking once and circling the head with his thumb. He groaned, and imagined it was her hand, pulling the fly open and stroking him slowly while her beautiful soft tits giggled a little and perked up nice and pink and pretty for him. He wanted to feel them all over his skin. Her soft chocolate hair tickled his stomach as she leaned forward a bit, giving him a sexy view.

Oh fuck…

Suddenly he was out of control, shooting his cum all over his hand and stomach. Just the memory of her body against his had him coming like a teenager!

More than a little disgusted with his lack of control, Edward rolled over and wiped his hand off on his discarded shirt, trying to shut her out of his mind. Two ruined shirts in one afternoon.

…ten deep breaths…

…in through the nose…

…out through the mouth, man…

…black toe nails…

…shit…

Failing at that miserable, he continued to lay there, fly still hanging open, thinking of her, the scent of her. He knew he was in trouble but really didn't seem to mind. In fact he couldn't help but smile a little. Sassy, sexy as hell girl.

His thoughts drifted to Victoria and his smile vanished. She was 'top scene' in NYC. A real looker who knew everyone and everyone knew her. Being a professional model gave her an advantage…and Victoria Denali knew how to work it to her benefit. Even though he knew she really didn't care about him, she would not take kindly to his roaming eye or being overlooked. She could be cruel, for sure. When it came to her reputation she was all claws no matter who it was causing her grief. He would need to take care of that potential problem quickly and made a mental note to call New York…later.

Getting up, he grabbed his ruined shirt as well as the trash bag containing his ruined gesso-cover clothes, smiling again at the odd encounter at the shop, and headed for the shower, his jeans practically falling off his narrow hips. Might as well go ahead and get cleaned up and ready to close the store tonight like his mom asked him to do.

He undressed and looked at himself in the mirror, deciding that he needed to work on his tan a bit, and get some exercise while he was at it, too. He would go down to the local pebble beach tomorrow for some wind surfing. It was his only day off during the week and he needed to use it to its best advantage. He'd been having a few problems at the new restaurant in New York and a little sun would be great for his spirit. The plans were fantastic but there were too many people that wanted a piece of the action, including Victoria, and choosing the best was proving to be a difficult task. With plans for the soft opening in two months, he had to move forward soon.

Stepping into the shower, he washed himself, then stepped out and dried off, put on his blue jeans, black t-shirt and black Doc's, and headed back to the store. His mother would be glad he was back a little early. He would have to take care of some business in New York tomorrow, but after he had some R & R first. Rembrandt's was closed on Mondays and he really needed to burn this energy he'd had since his run-in with Bella.

a/n…to those reviewers who wondered...i have already prewritten many many many chapters…however, tweaking will be necessary for each one prior to upload...hope you enjoyed this little bit of new…love love…thanks for reading…now let me have it!…please…*smiles and waves*