How super happy am I for all the alerts and favourites? I'm as happy as a horse eating a marzipan banana! (What's marzipan? I just like the word.)

HOWEVER. Let me be obnoxious and say that I need reviews! I need to know what you want from this story! You see, I have the GENERAL plot all done. But I kind of need some things to go into the story. Little things that Bella and or Edward can do together or apart during the chapters.

If I owned Twilight, It'd be under the Imperius curse so that I could make it my bitch.

Putting on your makeup everyday before he wakes up
So he could stomach your face now easier than he could without.
Yeah, this is love
This is all that you could want.
Open equals heavier.

- Grace - Dear and the Headlights -

"Hey, you've reached Bella. Congratulations. If you leave a message, I'll get back to you with your medal."

Beep.

"Bella, it's Edward again. Look, I know you're not answering your phone because... I did wrong, ok? I'm admitting that to you now. We both know how hard that is for me, because of my big head and inflated ego and all that other shit. It's been weeks... can you please, please call me back? I miss you." Edward hung up with a sigh, just as somebody knocked at the door.

"It's open," he yelled from his position on the couch.

"When isn't it," a deep voice replied as the door opened. Edward looked over the back of the couch to see James, one of his high school friends whom he had always loathed. Unfortunately, James didn't realize that Edward wasn't quite as enthusiastic in said friendship as James was.

"Oh. Hi, James." Edward sat up, rubbing a hand on the nape of his neck.

James helped himself to a beer from the fridge and threw himself opposite Edward on the sofa. "How's it goin', Eddie?" James laughed obnoxiously.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's-" Another knock at the door interrupted a thankful Edward. This time, he got up to answer it, glad to be away from James if only for a moment.

The last person he expected to see was Bella.

"Um," was all he could say.

"Um, yourself," she said, smiling slightly.

"Bella. Bella! Hi! I'm so glad to see you!" Edward drew her into a bear hug, laughing.

Bella laughed too. "Well, hello. I'm glad to see you too."

"Come in!" He exclaimed, his voice raising half an octave. He coughed, turning red, before pulling her into the lounge room...

And straight into James.

"Oh!" She yelped as her forehead hit James' shoulder.

James grinned at Edward, shaking his eyebrows. "Forgive me," he addressed Bella slyly. "I didn't know Edward was expecting a visitor."

Edward was disgusted. James made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at Bella's chest with slightly bulging eyes.

"Oh. Um..." Bella pulled her cardigan a little tighter around herself, feeling self-conscious. "I uh, I wasn't staying long, so..."

"Oh no, please. Do stay. I was just leaving, but I hope we meet again soon. I'm James, by the way," James said, taking Bella's hand in his and kissing it, all the while still staring up at her with that strange grin on his face. As he left, Bella stared hard at the floor, her hair partially covering her glowing red face.

"Sorry, Bella. James is what you might call gaucherie. If I had my way, he wouldn't know where I live." Edward pulled her into another quick hug, registering the discomfort she felt from this encounter.

"S'ok. I probably should have called or something," she said with a wave of her hand, accidentally knocking a lampshade and evoking a chuckle from Edward. As she picked it up from the floor, her eyes stayed on Edward.

"What?" he asked with a laugh.

"Your hair grows so quickly, E. You need a haircut." Her tiny feet tread their way to the kitchen, where she pulled the pair of sharp scissors out of a drawer that she reserved for cutting hair.

Edward sat in one of the uncomfortable, but all the same familiar, chairs in the dining room. This is the reason why I have my meals on the sofa. Ouch.

Bella stood behind him, lightly placing her hands on his shoulders. He could see the glisten of the scissor blades, and smell the sweet, forest smell that was purely Bella.

"I don't want to get hair on your clothes..." she said softly, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. He quickly pulled the black t-shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, cool air hitting him.

Bella began in a familiar pattern. Spray, comb, snip, repeat. For some reason he could not comprehend, Bella loved to cut his hair. She took any opportunity. But even her hairdressing couldn't keep his unruly hair compliant for long.

Her ankle brushed his. Her hands slid over his shoulders, brushing away the fallen strands. Her hair swept against his cheek. She occasionally pushed gently at his arm, indicating he turn a little closer to her.

When she reached the front, she kneeled down before him and stared up at him with her large brown eyes. Edward's stomach felt like it was housing a flock of birds, that flew into his throat whenever her eyes met his.

Bella's pale hand reached out and held his chin still as she cut the rest of his hair. When she was done, she didn't offer a mirror to him. She didn't need to. He knew she'd done it the way she liked, the way he always kept his hair, and that was fine by him. Her hand remained on his face, her eyes remained on his, and the birds inside him continued to soar.

Time has either sped up or slowed down, Edward thought with a small part of his brain. The rest of his brain was urging him forward, which he did, millimeter by millimeter, losing himself in the sepia pools of her eyes. She bit her lip softly, making Edward's breath hitch.

Suddenly, before either of them had time to question themselves, or question why they should or shouldn't, their lips touched and instantly their blood started to boil. Bella dropped the silver scissors to the floor, where they clattered open and scratched the polished wood. Both her hands were now on Edward's face, whereas Edward's hands were winding their way through her russet curls, sliding up and down her back. He slid off his chair and onto the floor with her, keeping their lips locked, his hands on the small of her back, pressing her to him.

They curled into each other, their bodies melting in the places they knew so well and had always secretly hoped fit together. They had envisioned the moment so thoroughly in their minds that the moment was just another faucet of their reveries.

But the moment came, as Edward knew it must, when it had to end. Everything has an end, his mind whispered to him.

As they pulled apart with a gasp, Edward sincerely hoped this wasn't the end of his friendship with Bella, for how could he continue on, knowing how right holding her, kissing her, loving her felt?