AN: Okay, so here is the next installment of one of your favorite stories. :D (I hope) Sorry it took so long to get out. I got back from Austin Sunday and my friends treated me like they hadn't seen me in years rather than days. I finally got to sit down and start this chapter this morning. I hope you guys like it. I'm trying to draw it out a little so we can all get more out of this story, so I apologize now if things seem a little slow and redundant. In the beginning there is a little bit of citrusy flavoring. Nothing more than what's been going on between these two and the sheets. Um, let's see…other than that…I don't have any other warnings or apologies to give you guys. :D

I'd like to thank everyone that's reviewed! You guys and gals are epic and I love hearing my BlackBerry chirp with every review I get. Now that I'm home, the updates will more than likely continue in their same erratic yet quick pattern.

Mick, if you aren't happy with this chapter…it's your own fault for rushing me! :P

DISCLAIMER: I'm just a chick with an idea about a sexy tattooed boy and the girl he loves. Just because they share the names of some kick ass characters doesn't mean I'm mooching off the Mormon chick. I promise I'm not making any money off of this. You can check my bank account if you'd like…I don't know anyone that pays people in dust bunnies… If I did, I'd be a rich bitch. :D

No animals were harmed in the making of this chapter, though my dog, Violet, might have gotten a little pissed off when I made her wait to go outside…

EPOV

Rage. Fury. Anger. Wrath. Pick one. I don't fucking care which one, because they all mean the same fucking thing when it comes to Bella not being happy. This morning when she called me upset about her father, I lost it. When I hung up that phone, I had no plan of action. When she called me back, I still had no plan of action, but I knew I needed to see her.

When I got home after seeing her to her house, I ranted and raved to no one. I vented to the walls of my room, trying to figure out how to go about being with Bella. It was then I realized that Charlie wasn't going to cut me any slack. Whatever progress I'd made the morning before was completely lost.

When Alice came home and told me Charlie's compromise, I went off again. Alice had no idea what I was talking about, so she just let me go. When she left to go see Bella, I was happy for that since I was tired of hollering at her for no reason. She didn't take it to heart, but she didn't deserve my wrath.

The breaking of the proverbial camel's back was dinner. It was three against two. I was angry when I drove up, angry while I ate, angry while I helped Bella clean the kitchen, and furious by the time I left. It was a shit move of me to pull in front of Charlie when I kissed her, but I couldn't help it. I had to let him know that I wasn't going to back down and there was nothing he could do to deter me from being with Bella.

Mom and Dad tried to stop me from going back over there. They knew I was sneaking out, and decided at the worst possible moment to try and stop me from going. I ended up walking out on them trying to reason with me that if I got caught, there would be no seeing Bella at all. Mom even told me she had a bad feeling about me going, but I had to risk it. I had to see her. She was so angry when I left that I had to get to her. I needed to make her smile and to make her happy again.

I climb the lattice work underneath her window and push open the window, crawling in as quietly as possible. I didn't check to make sure all the lights in the house were off like I usually do; I couldn't stand being away from her for another second. I toe off my shoes, looking around her room, trying to find her in the little light I have coming from the bathroom. I tug my jacket off, tossing it to her rocking chair as I realize she's actually in the bathroom. I step inside the door and my breathing stops.

Bella is lying in her bathtub, bubbles hiding the most beautiful parts of her body from me. Her long dark brown hair is on top of her hair in a complicated knot, her deep brown eyes are shut tight because of the frown on her little forehead, her luscious lips are set in a fine line of anger, her small hands are gripping the sides of the tub in an effort to ground herself, and her breathing is a little shallow.

Within seconds, my body reacts to her splendor. I need her in every way, but I can't take her in this house. I won't. I want her in my bed. I want to give her everything she wants without being interrupted or stopped. She deserves perfection and there's no way that I could plan perfection in this house.

She senses someone watching her as she opens her eyes, blinking them a couple of times and turning her head towards me. Her body arches slightly, as if it were calling for me.

"Please get in here with me," she begs me. It takes me only a few seconds to strip off my pajama pants and get in the large tub with her. I pull her into my body, holding her as she wraps her legs and arms around me. I fight with the urge to move against her, inside her.

After a moment of holding her, I feel her body tremble. I pull her back slightly so I can look at her face. The tears I find there fuel my rage. I take her face in my hands and wipe her cheeks with my thumbs, "Bella…"

She places her hands over mine, "I sometimes cry when I get angry. It only makes me angrier, which makes me cry harder…"

I kiss her forehead and pull her back against me, "It's okay, baby, just calm down."

She lets out a long, slow sigh and relaxes against me. We stay in the tub for a little longer than we should. The bubbles have depleted and the water is a little cooler. I push her away, "Stand up. Let me bathe you."

She cups my face in her hands, kissing me softly, "Thank you."

She stands as I grab the sponge and soap. Once the sponge is lathered up, I get on my knees in front of my Bella, "You're so beautiful, Bella."

I kiss her soft, flat belly before I get to work. I begin with her shoulders, moving down to her chest, amazing breasts, and stomach. I go back up to her shoulders and move down her arms, taking care to wash each finger separately. I turn her around and wash her back, starting at her shoulder blades and moving down to the top of her rounded butt cheeks, which I take a second to bite.

"Edward!" she gasps softly. I chuckle and continue washing her, turning her back around to pick her feet up out of the water, washing them individually so I wouldn't make her fall. I move up her long, lean legs, washing her finely shaped calves and her thighs that are just the right size.

I find most guys like girls with a certain breast or ass size. Don't get me wrong, I like those as well, but I love a girl with thick thighs. Not overly thick, but something I can grab onto while I'm making them scream my name. Bella's thighs were perfect, not too big and not too small. They went great with her ass and breasts, causing the girl standing before me, wet and naked, to be most amazing woman I've ever seen.

As I slowly wash up her legs, I look into her eyes. She's biting her bottom lip, breathing a little heavier than normal, and gripping my shoulders tightly. I drop the sponge in the water and finish moving up her legs with my hands, gently pushing her knees apart with one hand as the other finds its destination in between.

As soon as my fingers slide inside of her, her knees give a little, causing her to fall forward slightly. I pull her back down into the water, rinsing off the soap and kissing the confused look off her face. When I pull her to her feet, she frowns up at me, "Edward, please…"

I kiss her again, cutting her off, "Let's get in your bed. I don't want you to get cold."

She nods and steps out of the bathtub. She grabs two towels off the shelf above the toilet, handing one to me. She pulls her hair down and wraps the towel around herself once she's dried. She smiles up at me, "Should I bother with clothes?"

I smile crookedly at her, "Afterwards, yeah."

She bites her bottom lip again and pulls me into her bedroom, leading me straight to her bed. We drop our towels and get under the covers, wrapping ourselves around each other, "Edward…" she pants against my ear as I kiss her neck.

"Yes, baby?" I whisper into hers.

She takes my hand, guiding it to her wet center, "Please," she whimpers.

We groan in unison as my fingers slide back inside of her. Her hand is quick to grab my hard cock, stroking me in time with my fingers thrusting into her. I try kissing her, but the pleasure is too much for her, causing her to pant against my lips. I can tell she isn't going to last long, which is fine by me because I'll just bring her to completion as many times as it takes before I follow suit.

I press my thumb against her clit, moving my fingers a little faster. Her arms wrap around me, pulling herself against me tightly as her orgasm washes through her. I pull my fingers out of her, wrapping my arms around her as she comes back down. Once her breathing evens out, I pull away from her so I can look at her.

I can't help but smile at the lazy grin she has plastered on her face. I kiss her cheeks, "All better?"

She sighs, completely relaxed, "For now."

I begin kissing up her neck until I get to her ear, "Maybe I can make now last a little longer," I whisper in her ear before I start kissing back down her neck and chest until I get to her breasts. I push her onto her back as I suck, lick, and nibble both of her nipples until she's squirming underneath me. I move down her body, but she stops me with a sly little smile on her face.

She wiggles her finger at me, beckoning me to come back up her body, but I want so bad to taste her. I look down at her core and then back up to her face, knowing my torn expression causes her to smile a little wider. She grabs my hands off her hips and pulls me back up the bed. She pushes me onto my back and kisses me for a moment. I pull away, "Bella…"

She places a finger over my lips, "You can, but I want to do it too."

I frown at her, confused by what she's getting at. She gets on her knees and straddles me, putting her ass in my face. She pushes the blankets down my legs and grips my cock tight, causing me to hiss in both pleasure and pain. She aligns her torso with mine and wiggles her sweet pussy in my face, "Go ahead," she tells me with a giggle right before she wraps her mouth around me.

My mind is completely blank for a moment. I knew Bella wasn't a sweet little angel when I met her. I knew she was experienced and anxious to further that knowledge, but for her to pull this out of her sexual bag of tricks floored me. Everything had been pretty routine until this moment here. Don't get me wrong, routine was okay because it consisted of Bella, but this is so much fucking better.

I literally attack her pussy, latching onto her clit with my lips and teeth, causing her to yelp softly around my cock. I can feel the tension in her body and know that she will come quicker than the first time. I add a finger to the mix and nearly come as she moans around me. Her head begins to bob up and down faster as she gently scraps up and down the underside of my cock with her teeth. I have to hold myself back so I don't come right then. I want her to come again before I did. I suck her clit harder and move my fingers inside of her faster. I pull my fingers out and replace them with my tongue. Seconds later, she comes pressing her face against my leg in an effort to quiet her moans and whimpers. Before she can recover, her mouth is back around me, sucking a little harder and moving her hand over me faster.

I wrap my arms around Bella's hips, pulling her down against me as my orgasm rips through me. She sucks down everything I give her quickly. I know she doesn't let a single drop escape her, because when Bella decides to do something, she doesn't let it get done half-assed. For that, I will be eternally grateful.

I kiss her thighs as I come down from the post orgasmic bliss, releasing my death grip I had around her hips. She rises up until she's on her hands and knees. She pressed the top of her head against my stomach and smiles at me. I smile back before lifting my head up and placing a kiss to her bare lower lips. I remember the awed look I gave her the first time I saw her naked. She told me she shaves off her pubic hair because she loves the way it looks and feels afterwards. I should've known then I had a freak on my hands…

She moves off of me, turning herself back around so that her head is lying on my pillow. She tries to wrap herself around me, but I stop her, "We need to get dressed. I'd rather be clothed if your father happens to catch us."

She sighs, the relaxation she just had leaving her as the air rushes out of her mouth, "You're right."

We get out of bed and pull on some clothes before returning to our previous position. We lay in silence for a moment before I decide to tell her what I think is going on.

"Bella?"

"Hmm?"

"You and Jacob…you guys have always just been friends, right?"

Her head shoots up from its spot against my chest. She looks down at me with an incredulous expression, "What are you talking about?"

I close my eyes and sigh, gathering the right words before opening my eyes and starting again, "I know you love me and that you're feelings for Jacob are 100% platonic, but I was just wondering if you were ever more than friends."

She sighs, sitting up and leaning over on her hand. She lies her hand on my chest, tracing the outlines of my heart tattoo, "When we were younger…like 4 and 5, we were boyfriend and girlfriend for about a week or two."

I cover her hand with mine, "What happened?"

She smiles at the wistful memory, "He was jealous of how much time I spent playing with my dolls instead of playing with him. He thought that, as his girlfriend, we should play games with each other and forget playing alone. I've always been a loner of sorts, I guess. I enjoy my alone time greatly. I went along with his idea for a couple of days, but I wanted to play with my dolls. We were watching a movie and he fell asleep so I went to my room to play. He got so angry when he woke up and I wasn't there. He stormed into my room and ripped the heads off my dolls and threw them out the window," she laughs lightly, "We didn't talk to each other for at least a week after that. I broke up with him and said we were better as friends. It took some time but I eventually started playing with him again."

I roll my eyes, "He tore up your toys because you wanted to play with them more than him?"

She nods and I shake my head. I sit up and move back against the headboard, pulling her against me. I take her hand and look into her eyes, "You're father is using Jacob to try and break us up."

She frowns at me, "Do what?"

"I don't think Jacob has ever gotten over you. I think ever since he was a little boy he's been infatuated with you. I could only imagine that you were the prettiest little girl," she blushes and looks away from me, "and he more than likely felt he'd have a chance as you grew up."

She shakes her head, looking at me, "Jake and I are just friends. That's all he sees me as is a friend. If he wanted more, he would've said something."

"What would you do if we were friends? If we're been best friends all our lives, and then all of the sudden you're feelings morphed into something more and you liked me as more than a friend. If you had no idea how I felt about you, would you risk our friendship to tell me you liked me or loved me? And if you did and I rejected you, would you still want to be friends with me?"

She frowns for a moment and shakes her head, "No," she whispers.

I hug her a little tighter, "Look at it from his eyes, baby. He loves you. I saw the way he looked at you when I brought you home the other day. I see the hatred in his eyes when he looks at me. He's probably never been nice to any of your previous boyfriends."

She shakes her head, "I've never brought them home to meet him," she cups my face in her hands, "It doesn't matter about Jake, Edward. He can like me all he wants. You are what I want and you make me happy. Jake is still that little boy that breaks my toys when I don't spend enough time with him," she rests her head on my shoulder, "Why are you telling me this?"

I kiss the top of her head, "Because I thought you should know. I wanted you to be aware of it."

She sighs, "I'm not sure you're right, Edward. Jake has always acted like that. He might not have ever met the guy, but I've mentioned them. He doesn't like anything or anyone that takes me away from him. He's always been possessive over me."

"And that doesn't strike you as odd? I mean you're just friends…"

She pulls away from me, "Edward, don't be ridiculous. Jake is just listening to what Dad is telling him. Dad has more than likely told Jake and Billy that you're still that punk kid that used to get in trouble all the time and they think you're going to ruin me or something," she sighs and lies down on her pillow, "Can we just go to sleep?"

I bite my tongue, wanting to further this conversation but not wanting to upset her. I lay down beside her, pulling her to me and holding her close and tight. I know Jacob doesn't stand a chance against me. Everything I feel for Bella, she feels too.

She gives me a soft kiss, "Shut off your mind, Edward. Jake is the least of our worries."

I sigh, nodding in agreement, "Yeah, I know," I pause a second, "You don't mind possessive do you?"

She giggles, "You mean do I mind your Neanderthal ways? No, I don't mind. I enjoy them. You make me feel wanted, needed. You make me feel good, Edward, and I can't thank you enough for that."

I can't help but attack her mouth with my own. She moans into the kiss before I pull away from her, "Good. I don't think I'm going to be able to handle this group date if I had to rein in my possessive nature."

She smiles, "Does that mean we're going to have our first date?"

I sigh, nodding, "I can't not have our first date, you know? I know you don't like to be shown off like some kind of object, but I want everyone to know that you're mine and I'm yours. I want to show the world how much I fucking love you; even if that means taking Jacob with us."

She smiles a little brighter, "Great. This is great," she kisses me, "Perfect."

I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. She has no idea what kind of hell this date is going to be, and that's even if Jacob agrees to it. There would be the possibility that he would shut the idea down quickly. The possibility of that is greater than him agreeing to come with us. It would take me the time it would take to convince Jacob to join us to talk myself into not killing him while we were out. I couldn't promise anything, but I would try my damnedest to be on my best behavior. I want this date to be as perfect as possible for my girl. This would be the first of many, but I still want this to mean something to her.

She nuzzles her face against my neck, breathing in deep before sighing happily, "Love you," she whispers.

I kiss her forehead, "Love you."

Once her breathing levels out, I pull myself from her arms and grab my jacket and shoes. Mom had told me she had a feeling I'd get caught tonight, and I am never one to question my mother and her feelings. I just had to see Bella, and now that I'd seen her, calmed her down, and got her to sleep, it was time for me to get out of Dodge before Charlie came in here guns a blazing.

I kiss her forehead once more before crawling out of the window and heading to my car parked a couple of miles down the road, thinking about how great life would be when we could fall asleep together and wake up the same way.

BPOV

I wake up with a start when my door crashes into the wall. Dad is standing in the doorway in his pajamas with a baseball bat. He flips my light switch on, causing me to cry out in anger as the light hurts my eyes, "What are you doing?!"

"I heard you talking to someone," he growls angrily.

I sneak a peek at the clock and notice that it had been only twenty minutes since Edward and I had lain back down. I sigh and shake my head, "I don't know what they hell you heard, but I wasn't talking to anyone unless I was talking in my sleep."

"Why in the hell is your window open?!"

I flop back down on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm, "Because I got hot," I lie easily.

He stomps over to my window and slams it shut, locking it back for good measure, "If I find out that you're lying to me…"

I sit up quickly and glare at him, "You'll what?!" I say challengingly.

He glares at me before stomping back out of the room and slamming my door shut. The calm Edward brought with him must have left with him, because I'm angry as hell right now.

"You could've turned the damn light off!" I yell out after him.

I throw the covers back and stomp over to my light switch, flipping it off and stumbling back to my bed. It takes me forever to finally fall back asleep, only to have angry dreams once I reach unconsciousness.

* * *

My phone vibrating on my nightstand wakes me up. I groan as I roll over to grab it. I reach for it, but accidently push it off the nightstand and watch it clatter to the floor. I groan louder, throwing the covers back and slamming my feet to the floor. I pick up the phone and flip it open, "Hello?!"

"Down kitten, what's got you in such a bad mood?" Jake asks me.

I take a deep breath, "Fucking name it. You woke me up. What do you want?"

"Hey! What the hell?! Why are you taking your anger out on me?"

"Because this moment alone is enough to piss me off. What do you want?" I all but growl out.

"I'll call you back when you're more civil."

He hangs up the phone. I look down at mine, contemplating throwing it across the room. However, I decide to shut it instead. I pull on a pair of pajama pants, shove my phone in my pocket, and walk down stairs. Dad is putting his jacket on at the front door, "No Edward – "

I spin on my heels and glare at him, "I don't want to hear it. I don't know what happened after you and he washed dishes together the other morning, but I don't care anymore. Last night you acted like a complete jerk to Edward and me! I'm not your maid! I'm your daughter! Or did you forget that? Do you not care about my feelings at all? Is that it? All you care about is some vendetta you have against Edward, apparently!"

Dad raises his hands in the air in surrender, "You need to calm down, Bella! That boy is bad news. I'm sorry you don't see that, but after this summer is over you're going to be left behind while he heads back to college! I'm trying to save you from heart break!"

"Ugh! I don't need you to save me from anything!" I cover my face with my hands, "I'm so tired of being angry. I don't care what you think or want or whatever…I'm going to be with Edward and I'm going to go over there today. I'm tired of him being around you. You have no respect – "

"No respect?! You want to talk about someone that has no respect and that's you and Edward! You've never talked to me like you have since that boy came into your life. You've always listened to me and you've always been polite, but lately it's like I don't even know who you are!"

"Really?! Well, I could say the same thing! I've never been treated with such disregard until last night and I can't believe it was you that did it! I love him, Dad! I'm going to be with Edward for a really long time so you should just get over – "

"No!"

I frown, unsure of what his negative answer is referring too, "No what?"

He shakes his head vehemently, "No."

He yanks the front door open and walks out, slamming it behind him. I stand there for a second, listening to him slam the car door, start the cruiser, and peel out down the drive way as he speeds off to work. I sigh, turning and walking into the kitchen. I fix a small bowl of cereal and go upstairs to take a shower and get dressed to head over to the Cullens'.

* * *

When I pull into the drive way, I don't see Edward's car. I park in my usual spot and walk up to the front door. The door opens quickly revealing Alice on the other side with an astonished look on her face, "What are you doing here?! Charlie is going to kill you!"

I shrug, "Whatever. Dad and I got into a fight this morning."

Alice pulls me into the house and up to her room after I take off my shoes by the door and hang my coat on the rack. We lay in her bed for a moment, with me on my back and her propped up on her elbow beside me. I roll over to face her, "Have I changed?"

She nods. I frown.

"For the better or for worse?"

"For the better," she answers without hesitation.

"How so?"

She tilts her head slightly, "You're happy when you're around him. You're carefree and cute and playful and in love and it suits you. He seems to be everything you've been wanting and he showed you that within the first few days without you having to say a word. You've matured, also. It's like Edward solidified everything for you. You used to be a little iffy when it came to college, but now you don't seem to wobble on the subject. I like the new Bella."

I smile at her before I pounce on her, hugging her to me. Before I can pull away, I hear a low chuckle, "I always knew I would have to watch out for my siblings stealing my girlfriend, but I never thought it would be Alice…"

I roll over and see Edward leaning against the door, "Hey."

He smiles crookedly at me, "Hi."

He holds his hand out for me, silently asking me to come with him. I kiss Alice on the cheek and she rolls her eyes, "I always knew I'd have to keep my brothers from my friends…"

She winks at us as I get out of her bed and take Edward's hand, letting him lead me up to his room. When he shuts the door, I turn to him, "What are you doing with a newspaper?"

He tosses it on the end of his bed, "I'm checking out apartments."

I frown, "But you've still got a while before you're heading back to Seattle."

He nods, pulling me into his arms, "Yes, but if I find a place now, then I could possibly find an apartment closer to campus."

He presses his lips to mine gently, nipping at my bottom lip. I smile, "Alice told me about the conversation between you and Mrs. Esme."

He pulls away, frowning down at me slightly, "Really. What did she tell you exactly?"

I run my hands through his hair, "How you wanted us to move in together when I head to college."

"Is that something you'd like? I mean I know we talked about you staying with me because they force freshmen into dorms, but…"

I press my finger to his lips, effectively silencing him, "I would love to."

He smiles around my finger, kissing it before pulling it away, "Good, then you can help me pick one out."

We climb onto his bed, "So, not that I'm complaining, but are you supposed to be over here?"

I sigh and shake my head, "No. I guess you could say I got tired of playing the good daughter."

He chuckles as he flops down on his stomach, opening the paper to the classified section. I lean against him, resting against his back and playing with his hair. He reads each classified out loud, "Here's a two bedroom, two and a half bathrooms…I don't know shit about square feet…"

I can't help but laugh at him, "And you're going to be a doctor?"

"What the fuck am I going to do with square feet when it comes to kids?"

I lay down beside him on my back, "Do we need two bedrooms?"

He smirks down at me, kissing my nose, "Not yet."

I roll over and look at the paper, "Then we don't need two bedrooms right now. The rent will be cheaper if you get a one bedroom apartment with one bathroom. We don't need much space. It's just you and me."

Grinning happily, "I can't fucking wait," he whispers.

He looks at me a little longer before turning to the paper and shoving it to the floor. He rolls onto his back and grabs me, pulling me on top of him, moving my legs to straddle his hips. He rests his hands on top of mine in the middle of his chest, "Let's do something."

"Like what?" I mentally cross my fingers, hoping he wants to do something.

He shrugs, "I don't know. Let's go to Port Angeles. We could go window shopping and get lunch. Hell, we can just walk around. I don't care what we do."

I rock my hips against his, "You don't care what we do?"

He groans, grabbing me and moving us off the bed. He sets me on my feet, "Okay, I care a little. I'm tired of you using me for my body," he says with a wink.

I roll my eyes and push him away from me, "Right, because Lord knows I'm the only one that gets pleasure out of it."

I try to walk away from him, but he pulls me back to him, pressing his chest against my back, "I think last night you saw how much pleasure I got from it," whispers against my ear.

I can't control the whimper that escapes me as his hands come up and grip my breasts gently. His lips work up and down my neck before coming back up again, "Come on, little girl. We need to out of this bedroom before it's too late."

I turn around in his arms, "Too late is good…"

He smirks at me, picking me up and carrying me out of his room. I pout, but he just kisses my bottom lip, "Later, baby. Let's have some fun with our clothes on for a little while."

I roll my eyes as he sets me down on the landing, "Wearing clothes is so overrated."

He nods, "I hope you still feel that way when we're living together."

The giggle that erupts from me is both happy and nervous. Living with Edward would be awesome! I wouldn't have to worry about him leaving in the middle of the night so he doesn't get caught. I wouldn't have to worry about when I would see him again. We could be together and not have to worry about anything normal couples wouldn't have to worry about.

I could see us sitting in the living room of some apartment, both of us doing our homework on the couch, touching and kissing occasionally, take-out boxes from that night's dinner on the end tables and free space of the coffee table, and the both us happy as can be.

Alice walks out of the kitchen when she hears us near the front door, "Where are you guys going?"

Edward smiles brightly, "Well, since we're both feeling rebellious, we're heading out to Port Angeles."

Alice's jaw drops, "I don't think that's a good idea."

Edward shrugs, "I don't think it is either, but that's the whole thing of rebellion, Alice. Trust me."

He winks at her and then takes my hand, "We'll be back shortly."

Walking out the door with my hand in Edward's is liberation at its best. We are throwing caution to the wind and not giving a damn about being caught. We want to be together and no one will stop us. Edward opens my door for me, "Your chariot, Ms. Swan."

I smile at him, kissing his cheek before sitting in my seat. He shuts my door and jogs around to his side of the car. He gets in and cranks the engine, "So, Port Angeles? Or are you feeling a little more rebellious and want to head to Seattle?"

I shake my head, "No, Port Angeles is better. It's closer."

"As you wish."

He pulls out of the drive way, taking my hand into his once he reaches his desired gear. Edward looks out his review mirror and then to me, "So, would you like to see a movie? Maybe head over to the small little county fair they have on the pier?"

I sigh, resting my head against the back of the seat, "I don't care what we do, Edward. I'm going to have a blast no matter."

He nods, "Well, then this should be the easiest date I've ever planned."

He kisses the back of my hand as we ride silently through Forks. I reach over to the radio, but Edward's swear stops me, "Motherfucker!" he whispers angrily.

I pull my hand back, "If you didn't want me messing with your stereo…"

He shakes his head, "Look behind us."

I turn around and see Dad's cruiser coming up behind us with his lights on, "Fuck my life."

"Ditto," Edward grumbles.

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