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The sun. That is the only freaking reason that I woke up. The windows are directly in front of the bed and there's always that crack between the curtains that hits right you in the freaking eye, UGH! I get up, stretching my sore muscles and yawning. I look at my alarm clock. 6:23 A.M. Oh, lovely, I'm going back to bed.

I saw him dancing there by the record machine

I knew he must have been about seventeen

The beat was going strong

Playing my favorite song

And I could tell it wouldn't be long

'Til he was with me, yeah, me

And I could tell it wouldn't be long

'Til he was with me, yeah, me

Singing:

I love rock and roll

So, put another dime in the jukebox, baby

I love rock and roll

So, come and take your time and dance with me-

I disconnect my phone, answering it on the way.

"What? Why? WHY!?" I groan into the phone groggily. Mike's laughter fills my ear and I just want to go back to sleep all the more.

"Get up, I'm sitting on your porch and I need you again."

"WHY!?" I shout, not moving from the warm confines of my comforter.

"Oh, be quiet. Be out here in fifteen minutes!" And he hangs up on me. WHY!? I huff but go through my morning routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and brushing out my hair. I go back to my room, pulling on some short denim shorts and a white wife-beater. I slide my feet hurriedly into the black flip-flops by the bed and jog down the stairs, heading into the kitchen to get my water from last night. I go back to the front door and open it. Sure enough, Newton is sitting there, playing a lame game on his cell phone.

"What do you want from me!?" I groan, still half-asleep. He just laughs again and shakes his head.

"Tell me what happened last night," he says distractedly.

"REALLY!? You woke me up to ask me- YOU COULDN'T TEXT ME!? YOU COULDN'T WAIT UNTIL LATER!?"

"Really, chill out, that's not what I wanted. You wanna head out to La Push, maybe go cliff diving."

"I don't know…might be awkward…"

"Why? The guys are awesome!"

"Yeah, I know that, but what the hell! Jake tried to kiss me last time we went diving!" I whine, remembering the very much wanted Jacob Black trying to lean into my mouth. I shudder. The dude is hot, sexy even, but…he's my dad's best friend's son…and plus he's my friend. You can't date your friend, because once it's over…it's over.

"You're hot, why wouldn't he!?" Mike teases, earning a whack on the shoulder.

"Diving?" I ask, unsure all of a sudden.

"Yeah, why not, it's fun…and I would like a slight tan before the BBQ tonight," he shrugs. I sigh and nod, following him out to his junky VW. The drive is talk-less. Even if we were to talk to each other, we wouldn't be heard over the blaring Kanye West. Instead of talking to good old Mikey boy here, I just stare out the window at the blur of the sunrise's light.

Mike pulls into the parking area before the beach starts and I see that the gang is already there. Quil and Embry are playing volleyball on the sand with a public net and Jake and Sam and Seth are all floating in the shallow area of the crystal blue water. I hop out the car and run onto the beach, jumping into the game of volleyball, randomly spiking it…except it is spiked too hard and lands on my side of the net. Way to go, Bella…way. To. Go.. I roll my eyes at myself and go over to the water where Mike has now stripped out of his shirt and is wading around…. Should I take my shirt off or shouldn't I? To strip or not to strip, for that is the question. Eh, fuck it. I practically tear my tank top off and pull my shorts down. I'm wearing blue boy shorts and a matching blue lacey bra, nothing gross or ugly. It's fine. I run through the water, feeling my legs starting to slow with increase of resistance.

"NOOOOOOO!" I say in that slow motion voice as I slowly tread the water. Everyone laughs and then there is a loud honking from the parking lot. We all turn around to see what gives. A blue Porsche, driven by none other than Alice Cullen, is parked there and I see Edward, two other dudes, and another chick getting out of the car. Huh…. One of the other guys is huge. Not huge as in fat or anything, no, huge as in, like, seven feet tall huge. He's also ridiculously burly. It's like body-builder thick but without the gross shininess and veins and all that nasty shit… He's cute, curly black hair and pale skin. Damn! If anyone needs a tan it's the damn Cullens! The other dude is about as tall as Edward but he has this outrageous head of curly blonde hair…and again with the damn pale skin. I can't see much but the obvious stuff. He's lanky, not sure if he's muscular or what but…. The girl is beautiful. She has blonde, wavy hair that dips to her waist and has an hourglass figure women would freaking kill for. She, too, has pale skin. Huh…must be something in the water of SOME shit like that because, really, that's just not right. They all strip down until the girls are in string bikinis and the boys are shirtless and in swimming trunks. Oh…. Edward…he…six pack? Wow…six? And not flexing? That's…wow…that's…um…

"Hey, Bella!" Alice squeals and sprints over, splashing water everywhere as she goes. She introduces herself as Alice Cullen to everyone around us. I glance at Mike and see that he is a huge contributor to the ocean's water source with his drooling.

"H-h-h-h-hi, I'm Mike. Mike Newton," he says slowly, eyes no where near Alice's face. She grunts and turns around to face me.

"Bella, do you have a boyfriend?" Alice asks randomly, making my face blush and my eyes bulge. Way to be blunt, Alice. Way. To. Be. Blunt.

"What?" I gasp.

"A boyfriend…do you have one?"

"Whoa, no!" I squeal she splashes me and dives under the water. I pay no mind to her as I am watching Edward eye the water's edge nervously. Oh, is pretty boy afraid of the water? If I tease him…this could go all wrong…he might be a sensitive dude and hate me forever…or he might be the normal type of dude and take the challenge…I think the odds are with me on this one. "AW!" I yell loudly. No one looks up. "Is wittle Eddie scared of swimming!?" I shout in a teasing baby voice. His head snaps up and without so much as skipping a beat, he runs into the water, diving when he is able to. He has completely disappeared and I can't sea my freaking feet because the water is so blue and fogged. Soon a hand clasps my ankle and I let out a blood-curling shriek. His laughing head pops up and he pulls my leg around his hip.

"Aw, is wittle Bella scared of being…grabbed?" He asks, his voice husky. Whoa.

"I hope that's a roll of coins in your pocket…" I laugh in his face. He blushes and releases my ankle, letting me swim away. I giggle internally and cry internally as well. If only, if only, if only I didn't have to worry about everyone else and all the fights I'd get into because of his gorgeousness. Could you imagine the jealous rage I'd have to take on!? This is what is going through my mind as I swim towards Jacob.

"Hey, Jake…" I say hesitantly…not sure what his feelings about me are at this point. He smiles shyly.

"Hi, Bells, look, listen, about last time-"

"Forget it," I interrupt him, not really looking for an apology here, buddy. "Let's just have some fun, okay?" I laugh. He nods and we swim toward the smaller of the four cliffs. I swim to the rocky shore beneath the cliff and look up. It isn't that high but height has nothing to do with what I hate about cliff diving. It's the bitch of the climb that I hate. I huff as I begin crawling up the side of the cliff. I have climbed up the rock wall and look down. Jake is swimming towards the rocky shore, starting climb up, too. I wait for him and when he is finally up he just stares at me. Hm, this could be fun….

"What?" I ask in a knowing voice. He chuckles and shrugs but I can see the blush under his russet skin. I giggle. "Come on, Jake, not gonna try and kiss me up here?" I tease, gesturing all around me. He rolls his eyes but takes a step forward. I wait. Finally he gets up enough courage to come close to me. He looks into my eyes and I almost start to feel guilty. Almost. As he's leaning in to kiss me, his eyes fluttering closed, I dive off, leaving him there. As soon as I hit the water I feel relief. The freezing water crashing against my skin and numbing my skull is exactly what I need. I start swimming but then there are arms around my waist.

"Not cool, Bella," Jake, who has been swimming and diving for years before I have, huffs in my ear as I try and wiggle free of his arms, laughing the whole time.

"Ah, it was a joke," I giggle as he tickles my sides. He squeezes me tight to his chest and I gasp, feeling his chest pressing into my own. Ow, you asshole, boobs HURT! I stop squirming and look up at him. He lets go for a brief second and then envelops me once more, trapping my arms by sides. I look up at him again, this time scowling. He laughs merrily and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

"Word from the wise: Never tempt the stronger man." With that he lets go of me and swims away. I immediately almost drown, not realizing he was treading water and not standing. I start treading and then swimming back to shore. Damn men and their spontaneousness…then again, that really wasn't spontaneous…

Four hours and a case of beer later.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" I squeal as the giant crab chases me around.

"BELLA!" Alice laughs, "it isn't a fucking CRAB!!!!"

"YES IT IS!!! WHOA!" I say, bumping into Edward. Edward. MM. Edward. "Mm…Edward." I sigh into his still-shirtless chest. He chuckles and wraps an arm around me. I dance away from him, though, and hand off of Mike's shoulder. "Hey, Mike, what do you call someone who has no friends!?" I giggle.

"W-what?"

"MIKE!" I answer, exploding into giggles. He rolls his eyes.

"No, you don't! You call them Eric!" And we all crack up at his reference to Yorkie.

Six hours later.

"OH MY GOD!" I scream, sitting up in…SAND!? The sun is gone…but everyone is still around me…oh…beer. Right. I remember. BAD, BELLA! Oh my gosh, I got drunk on the beach again! I've been drunk so many times that I've built up quite the resistance to alcohol and hangovers. Yeah, yeah, lucky bitch, I know. Mike is lying face down naked…deja vous, man! I kick his side lightly and he groans as if I'm waking the dead. "Mike," I hiss.

"Nnnnnnn!"

"Mike," I whisper forcefully, "wake up, let's go! Hurry up, my dad is gonna kick my ass, let's go!" I am growing more and more frantic as I think about the two hour drive to my house and it's already ten! I almost scream my lungs off but I know he got hammered and is probably feeling like shit right about now. "Mike!" I hiss.

"What's wrong, Bella?" Edward asks from behind me, stretching. I turn around.

"You don't sound hungover," I state. He shrugs.

"I don't drink," he says nonchalantly. Oh, wow, I'm an ass. I probably embarrassed myself royally…I sigh.

"I need to get home or my dad is gonna whoop my ass," I giggle and the blush spreads through my cheeks.

"I'll take you home," he says easily. Well…

"What about Mike?"

"I'll take Alice's car so when he wakes up he'll have his. I'll come back to get Alice and Emmett and Jasper and Rose. It'll be fine." Hm. But I don't know this guy…

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"You have your license?"

"Yes, Mrs. Officer," he laughs.

"How?"

"In Connecticut you can be sixteen and drive…not a big deal…" So he's from Connecticut? That's cool…

"Alright but we have to hurry…"

"That's fine," he shrugs. I follow him to the blue car and he laughs at my tepidness. "Don't worry, I won't rape you," he laughs. I roll my eyes and hop in. About five minutes into the drive he places his hand on my knee. "Did you know that you're quite the bully and tease?" He asks conversationally. It is then that I realize I'm in Mike's t-shirt. What…the…FUCK!?

"Oh, I know it," I say cockily anyway.

"Do you, now? Well…I don't think it's terribly nice…"

"Oh?" I gasp as his fingers brush the inside of my thigh.

"Yeah…I think it is actually quite the opposite…quite…mean."

"Mean?" I gasp, my chest heaving. His hand is about half an inch away from my crotch. I fight every urge and instinct within me and smack his hand away. "So much for not raping me!" I gasp. He just laughs and shrugs, keeping his eyes on the road.


So that's it. That's the second official chapter! YAY! It isn't as long as the others, sorry, but I'm desperate to post for the review -snickers- junkie here, remember? Anyways. I'm gonna try this...one of the authors I read from once refused to post until she got a certain number of reviews...it worked so I shall try it. Five reviews people, five reviews, that's all I'm asking, okay? Five for the chapter! Please do it, please, please, please. -clenches eyes shut and crosses finger- FAIRY GODMOTHER!!!!!!!

~CRAYOLA 0-0