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Chapter Four- Drizzy Drake and Dreams

We climbed into our taxi and directed him towards the area where the concert was being held. We had at least twenty minutes to talk, so I figured it would be a good time to question Alice.

"So, Alice … How was your date?" I asked in an easy tone.

She smiled, "Amazing. He's the guy sweetest ever!"

I rolled my eyes, but gave her a grin. "Well, tell me about it!" I exclaimed.

She giggled, "Well." She scooted into the seat of the taxi and took my hand and squealed, "He asked me to be his girlfriend!"

I laughed, "And you said?"

She rolled her eyes, "I said yes of course. He's so amazing Bella!"

I agreed with her. "I know, I really like him for you, Ali. He seems great."

With that she went to discuss their date, "Did you notice that we matched? Oh my God, we are so cute together!" Her eyes got all dreamy and she sighed before continuing, "Anyway, he took me to Smith and Wollensky's for lunch, which was amazing. I hadn't had a steak that good in ages. And then he took me on a walk down by the waterfront and we found a bench and he just asked me to be his girlfriend and I was so happy with him, right then and there that I couldn't say no!" Her words flew out of her mouth as quickly as bullets from a gun.

As she spoke, I was sure to give the tell-tale signs that I was listening. I raised my eyebrows at Smith and Wollensky, as that's a hundred dollar meal. I swooned along with her when she told me about the walk by the water, and I sighed happily when she told me about him asking her to be exclusive. It was so very perfect.

"It sounds amazing, Alice. Really." I'd gone from semi-jealous to full blown jealousy, but I hid that away. I wanted her to know that I was happy for her.

"Thanks Bell, I really really appreciate it. And thanks so much for encouraging me to ask him out earlier. If I hadn't, who knows where we'd be?" She pulled me into a little sideways hug and snuggled into my side.

"I'm really happy you're down here with me, Ali." I admitted.

She agreed, "Me too. God knows what would have happened if I had stayed up in Washington!"

At that, my phone started buzzing and I pulled it out. I read the caller-id.

Jacob.

I flipped open the phone, "JAKE!"

His deep, rumbling laugh echoed in my ear, "Hiya Bells. How ya doing?"

"I'm great; I just really miss my best friend who hasn't visited me in over year." I responded, my tone mockingly serious.

He barked out a laugh, "I know, I know. I'm a terrible person! But hey, I kind of wanted to talk about something serious." His tone immediately changed and I began to worry.

"Is everything okay?" I immediately began worrying at Charlie or Billy.

"Sure, sure. Everything is fine up here. But look, I've been thinking. I don't know if we can be friends anymore." He said it so matter-of-factly that my heart immediately dropped.

I sat there, stunned and unable to speak.

"Bella?" he spoke in the phone, "Hellllooo, earth to Bella!" He started laughed, "I wasn't being serious, you know that right?"

Immediately, relief rushed over me, "Jake! You can't say those things!"

"You started it! You emailed me to brag about your concert tickets! Now, that was just rude," he mocked being hurt.

"Hey buddy, payback's a bitch. You remember last summer when you called saying you got Sugarland tickets and you were taking the girl instead of me? Hmmm?" I asked, playing into the game.

He scoffed, "Aw, come on Bells! She's my woman!"

I scoffed in return, "And what am I? Chopped liver?"

He laughed, "Alright, alright - I get it. Anyway, I just wanted to call and tell you to have fun tonight and be careful."

I laughed, "No worries little buddy, I'll be just fine." I assured him.

"Sure, sure. Hey, you think you could get me something autographed by Lil Wayne?" He asked quickly.

"I'll see what I can do! I gotta go, we're almost to the arena. Love ya, Jake! I'll send you pictures later!" I said hurriedly.

"Love ya too Bells! Talk to you later!" With that, the phone call ended and we pulled into the arena.

People were everywhere, pulling in and getting out of their cars. Some people were hanging out, talking and drinking, while others were running to get inside the area. We paid our cab fare and I pulled out my camera and started snapping pictures of everything. I pulled Alice up to me and snapped one of the two of us and then headed towards the entrance. At the gate, a lady handed us back stage passes to wear around our neck and told us that we needed to be backstage ten minutes before the concert ended. We nodded our heads; both feeling a bit dazed and then pushed through the crowd.

We made our way to the front of the crowd, pushing through people of all shapes and sizes and we finally found our concert seats. Dead center of the stage. The stage had various spotlights pointed towards it, lighting it up and there were several various instruments sitting on the stage as well: A set of drums, several guitars, and several microphones. I pulled out my camera and started snapping pictures and took one of Alice staring at her back stage pass.

We proceeded to take photographs of anything and everything until the concert started. The people around us were all as excited as we were, jumping up and down and yelling for Young Money to start. Some of them smelled like weed, while others reeked of alcohol. All the men seemed to be dressed in baggy jeans and big shirts, ball caps tipped to one side. Women were dressed… or rather not dressed in barely there dresses and heels. Alice and I snickered at them, so glad we didn't look that desperate. A few women shot us nasty looks when they saw our backstage passes. One guy even offered us $500 for them. We ignored them all.

Eventually, they turned the lights off and sparks started shooting out from the stage. Alice and I squealed as the rappers of Young Money came across the stage. Girls screamed their love for the various rappers, and many swooned as Lil Wayne graced the stage, moving right into their first song, "Every Girl in the World". Alice and I were singing along to the song as he moved up and down the stage, touching various hands up in the air. I screamed insanely loud when Drake came onto the stage during his verse. He was wearing jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and a black and purple zip-up hoodie, with the hood flipped over his head. On his feet were purple Nike's. He came to the middle of the stage and the words just rolled off his tongue. I sang along with him, moving my hips to his voice. I stretched my hand up far as I could as he came closer to the front of the stage. When his hand grasped mine, I swear I felt a shock. He flashed me a brilliant smile and winked. My other hand reached for Alice's, as I nearly fell over. J Millz took over in his verse and Drake moved back on the stage. I turned to Alice and squealed and she threw her arms around my neck.

"Oh my god! He… We…" I couldn't talk.

Alice just nodded her head emphatically, "You touched him, Bella!"

The song ended and they moved onto the next one, "Girl I Got You". Shanell took over next with "Play In My Band". I giggled at how much I related to the song. I sang the words of the song as she walked across the stage, dancing and swaying her hips. She was curvy and luscious and looked daringly sex in her leather pants and corset top. Lil Weezy took over and sang as he crossed the stage, getting the audience into the song further as he screamed the words to the song. I continued singing, feeling a bit braver. I stared at Drake, hoping he'd notice me. Surprisingly, he did. When his eyes met mine, I felt another shock surge through me and I felt it clear down to my center. I sang the chorus to him and swayed my hips. I know I'm just an innocent little white girl, but I did my best to make him think otherwise. He grinned widely at me, surprising me even more. He was watching my every move. Me! Me: plain Jane, mousy little Bella. He seemed entranced as my lips moved along to the words.

After that song, Lil Wayne went through and introduced everyone. People went crazy for the different singers of the group and when he said Drake, I hollered as loud as I could. I pulled my camera out and snapped picture after picture.

"I'm Goin In" started playing and the crowd went wild as Lil Wayne opened the song. I however, saved my screams for when Drake brought his beautiful, luscious lips up to the mic and started singing. He came towards me and eyed me the entire time he was singing the song. I grinned widely, completely stunned by what was happening. As the song finished, he again moved back towards the back of the stage.

Alice screamed in my ear, "Drake totally wants you!"

I laughed, "Alice, you're nuts!"

"Psh, he is totally eye-fucking you and not in a creepy way." She exclaimed.

I just shook my head and ignored her. There was no way he would be eye fucking me. Not with all these other girls surrounding me, wearing hardly anything, and four inch heels.

The rest of the concert played out, many of the songs on their album and a few more being sung out.

When the chords for "Forever" came on, I flipped out completely. If they were singing "Forever" that meant there were two guest stars: Kanye West AND Eminem!

I focused on Drake as he sang the opening chorus and then started rapping his heart out. His soft, musical voice filled the arena, causing the audience to quiet their screams. Unfortunately, as soon as he got them calm, Kanye West popped onto the stage, in black jeans and t-shirt, sporting his trademark shades and started rapping alongside Drake, moving up and down the stage. The entire crowd went insane, and actually pushed forward, causing me and Alice to get pushed into the stage. I looked at Alice, a little worried for her safety, but she was just staring up at Kanye as if she was in love again. Drake sang the chorus again, coming forward bouncing along to the music. Weezy spit out his bit, followed by another chorus. By this point, the crowd was crying and screaming, knowing who was up next. Eminem hadn't been seen in concert in ages. Drake finished his chorus, pointing off stage, at which point Eminem walked on stage, decked out in all white and a ball cap. He started flowing to the music and again, Alice and I were pushed further into the stage. Again, I looked at Alice, but she just smiled at me and with all her might, pushed back. I did the same, and gained some berth between me and the guy behind me. Alice and I started bouncing our heads to the end of the song, singing the music as it went on. Drake concluded the song, and the entire arena went crazy, screaming and jumping up and down.

Women were throwing bras and underwear up on stage and men tossed their ball caps up on stage. Drake strolled up in front of me and grabbed a hat that was in front of me, and placed it on his head, cocking it to the side and tossing me an easy grin.

Alice nudged me and mentioned it was ten minutes until the end of the show and as much as I wanted to stay until the end, I knew if I wanted to see Drake I had to get backstage. As we headed toward the back, the music for "Bedrock" came over speakers. I groaned, as it was one of favorites, and I wouldn't get to see it played live. The crowd went crazy again and I whined as we made our way backstage, flashing out passes to the bouncers. They were massive men in black, with the word "security" printed across their chests. They pushed us in and we were greeted by at least ten other people who had backstage passes as well. I moved towards the stage, and could see Drake from behind. It was his point in the song, and his voice flowed smooth and easy over the notes.

"I'd love it if he could make my bed rock." I mumbled, more to myself than anything.

Alice giggled and bumped her hip into mine. "I bet you would." She admonished.

I grinned and continued singing along to the words. The group of back stagers had formed a circle and were dancing along to the music. Alice and I joined the group, grooving to the beat of the music. We dipped low and shook our hips. The others did the same, granted they made it look effortless. I had to concentrate on not falling over. As the song ended, the crowd started screaming again as they closed the concert with "Finale". Gudda Gudda was up first, spitting out his flow. J Millz was up next, and he rapped out his words, moving along the stage. Tyga took over as the music changed tempo. Women went crazy again as his skinny body bobbed up to the front of the stage and back. The youngest of the group, Lil Chuckee was next, rapping about being young with an attitude. He bounced across the stage, stopping at Lil Twist, then Nicki Minaj (who was personally my idol for having twice the attitude as any man in the group). Shanell's voice belted out next, again changing the tempo of the song, Mack Maine took over next, saying his piece, leading off to Drake who threw out his words, his head moving along to the music as he spoke. Lil Wayne finished up the song and the entire crowd went wild, screaming for an encore, begging them to not to leave the stage. They went back out and did some freestyle, and as they did, the security guards came over to speak to us.

One guy who was exceptionally burly and had gruff facial hair sized us up in a glare and said, "You are not to touch the performers. You are not to attempt to touch the performers. You are not to go within 1 foot of the performers unless they say it's okay, and even then, I have to approve it." Immediately, our smiles faded and we began to fear for our lives. This guy was truly frightening.

Another man, slightly smaller laughed, "Ah, he's just kidding folks. He likes to scare the shit out of the backstage kids." He laughed again, but then a serious look crossed his face, "But really, do not touch the performers. Period."

We all nodded our heads, promising not to touch anybody, not even ourselves. The music died down and the group came off the stage and headed back towards the dressing room. As Drake passed me, he looked at me confused but then a mischievous grin began to tug at the corner of his lips. He grabbed a hold of Lil Wayne's shoulders and began congratulating everyone on a great show, moving along with the group.

Our group slowly followed behind them, keeping our hands to ourselves. I couldn't help but smile to myself though, as my insides were screaming with joy. Drake had noticed me!

We were led into a dressing room/lounge area in which the group was now lazily sitting around, drinking water and trying to relax from the show. I found myself an empty spot on the wall and leaned my back up against it, one foot kicked up and my hands in my pockets. I looked around, taking in the surreal atmosphere. Alice was talking with Shanell about fashion and where Shanell got her corset. The other various back stagers were chatting it up with Lil Wayne and the rest of the crew. Drake however, was off to the side by himself. Staring straight at me.

I gulped as I tried to suppress the urge to run over to him, throw my arms around him and scream like one of the groupies. But instead, I diverted my eye contact to the floor, becoming fascinated with the tile. I began to wonder if maybe he'd approach me.

I saw his purple Nike's before anything else.

He walked up to me silently and when his shoes came into view I inhaled sharply. I looked up slowly, my eyes drinking in the sight before me. I started at his Nike's, internally laughing at the fact that we were both wearing purple. My eyes drifted up his denim clad legs, to his waist line, and his broad chest, a bit of his collar bone that was peeking out from his t-shirt, his dark, creamy neck, his fully, succulent lips, and finally my eyes met his caramel mocha ones and I melted. Never, in my twenty three years of life, had I ever been so turned on by just a look. His lips were tugged into a cute, little smile, and his eyes were twinkling. He moved closer, placing an arm up on the wall beside me, leaning in close to my ear.

"You know," He started. "Most girls who come back stage can barely control themselves around us. Yet, here you stand. By yourself. Quite the contradiction, girl". His voice was liquid smooth, just like honey.

I exhaled, "Ask and you shall receive." I muttered more to myself than anything.

He smiled, "What was that?"

I laughed, "Nothing- just talking to myself. Um, great show!" I stated, not really knowing what on earth this guy could possibly have to say to me.

"Thanks." He grinned again, "You know I noticed you when I was on stage." I avoided his eye contact but he continued, "And it takes a lot to make me notice a girl while I'm performing."

Slowly my eyesight drifted up to his and I gave him a shy smile.

"Oh girl, don't tell me you're shy!" He exclaimed.

I shrugged my shoulders.

He reached a hand out and picked my chin up to look at him. "I saw you dancing. You ain't shy. What's your name?"

I bit my bottom lip, "Bella."

"Beautiful Bella" he mumbled, his fingers still lingering on my chin. They slowly moved up my jaw line and he softly grasped my earlobe.

I stifled a moan and bit my lip again to keep from gasping out loud.

"Receptive, are we?" he asked coyly.

I reached up and grasped his hand with mine, pulling it away from my face. "Aggressive, aren't we?" I responded.

"Oh, and she's feisty. I like that." He said with a smirk. "Hey, I think we're headed out to Jimmie's for pizza - we're starved. Wanna tag along?"

His words rolled over me like a bowling bowl rolled over pins. He ate pizza at Jimmies? I was just there last weekend! How could Jimmy not tell me this?

"You?" I stuttered. "You eat pizza?"

He looked at me surprised, "Yes, I'm human."

"No, I mean, you eat pizza at Jimmies?" I finally spat out.

He nodded, "Best pizza in town. Though we typically order take out. Otherwise…" He trailed off.

Otherwise, they'd get swarmed with crazy fans and groupies.

I was about to agree with him when an idea hit me.

"When's the last time you had a home cooked meal?" I asked, my voice the bravest it's been all night.

He eyed me warily, "It's been a while. Weezy ain't one for cooking."

I snickered at the idea of Lil Wayne in a chef hat and apron, cooking in a state of the art kitchen.

He had changed positions and was now leaning against the wall like me, but his body tilted towards me. "Why you ask?"

I bit my lip, "Look, I never do this. Ever. Obviously, since I've never met anyone nearly as important as you, but I have food back at home, and it would be an incredible honor if you'd let me cook for you. My roommate and friends claim I'm one of the best cooks in Texas." I quirked an eyebrow and gave him a smile.

Drake looked at me, cocked his head to the side, and laughed. "Best cook in Texas, huh? How in the hell am I supposed to turn that down?"

I stared at him. He had said yes. He was coming to my house. Oh my god!

He got serious, "Just promise not to like, murder me or something, k?"

"Murder is the last thing you need to be worrying about," I muttered under my breath, biting my lip again and giving him the once over.

He smirked and left to tell his crew where he'd be going. They all sort of stared at him like he was crazy, but just shook their heads and told him to be careful. Alice ran over to me and took my hands, leading me away from the group.

"You invited him to OUR house?" She squealed.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Yeah. Is that okay?"

Her eyes bulged, "Is it okay? What do you mean, is it okay! Its freaking amazing, Bella! Jesus Christ!"

I laughed, "Okay then. What are you going to do?"

She looked back at the group and then to me. "I think I'll get a few more autographs, maybe go for pizza with them, and then go find Felix." She was bouncing all over the place in excitement.

I reached out and placed my hands on her shoulders, "Easy killer, you need to take a breather."

Alice took a deep breath and stopped bouncing. "Sorry. I'm just like, wow. Drake is going to OUR house!"

"I hope he doesn't feel like its gross or beneath him or something." I wondered.

Alice grabbed a hold of my hands and looked at me, "Bella, he's a human just like everyone else. He started somewhere too, which meant he was a normal person at one point of time. Who knows, this could be a humbling experience for him."

"Yeah, right. It was a stupid idea." I admitted.

She then jerked my arms stiffly and nearly screamed, "Bella. Shut up! He wants to spend the evening with YOU! Seriously. Are you really regretting this right now? Come on!"

I nodded my head, "Yeah I guess. Alright, well be careful tonight, okay?"

"No worries love, I'll be fine. Text me later!" She said with a wink and turned back to Shanell and Nicki Minaj as if they'd been best friends for years.

Drake approached me again, causing butterflies to stir in my stomach. He placed his hand on the small of my back, motioning for me to lead the way. As we walked out the door, I eyed the security guards scared.

Drake must have noticed my concern and leaned down, "Don't worry about them, they're just teddy bears."

My mind immediately drifted to Emmett and Jacob and I felt a wave of relief rush over me. Drake pulled a ball cap over his head, added a pair of sunglasses, and pulled the hood up on his shirt.

I quirked my eyebrow.

"It's all 'bout being incognito, baby." He said with a smirk, handing me a ball cap and sweatshirt. "I recommend putting it on. We're 'bout to hit the paparazzi."

I nodded my head, pulling the sweatshirt over my body, swimming in it, and tugged the ball cap on my head. He pushed open the double doors of the arena, and a rush of cool air met us. Along with thousands of flashing bulbs, screaming fans, and reporter questions.

"Drake! Drake!"

"Drake, is this your girlfriend?" (I swear I heard him chuckle at this).

"Drake, I love you!" (I felt a pang of jealousy at this).

"Marry me Drake!" (At this, I wanted to claim him as mine, but I kept pushing forward).

"Drake!"

He continued to gently, but hurriedly, push me through the throng of people towards a black Escalade SUV. A large black man stepped out and opened the door for us. I climbed in first, with Drake following me behind me. The man closed the door and hopped up front.

I gave the directions to my place and we were on our way to my house. As the driver pulled out of the parking lot, Drake and I sat there in silence. I was staring at my hands in my lap when he cleared his throat.

"So, you been living in Houston for long?" He asked, breaking the silence.

Still focusing on my fingers, I shook my head. "Na, I just got here about two years ago."

I sneaked a glance at him and found him staring out the window. "Yeah, I know that feeling," he responded absentmindedly.

I furrowed my brow, "You miss home then?" I asked.

He exhaled, "Sometimes, but I love what I'm doing here, you know?"

I nodded my head, my hair bobbing around me. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

He smiled wide, "So, if you're not from Houston, where's home?"

"Um, a teeny tiny little town called Forks, Washington. Population 2000." I said with a shy smile.

His eyes got wide, "That's tiny! I bet you didn't get away with much."

I laughed, "It's impossible when your father is the Chief of Police."

Drake's hearty laughed filled the cab of the truck and he slapped his knee. "You're kidding! Chief of Police! I bet you didn't date much, did you?"

I shook my head, "Not exactly." I turned to look out the window. I noticed we were getting close to home.

"Sore subject, huh?" he asked.

"Something like that." I responded.

The driver came to a halt, "This you?" He asked.

I looked at Drake and then called to the driver, "Yeah this is me."

Drake nodded his head and opened the door, pulling his hood up again. I eyed him suspiciously and he answered, "You can never be too careful."

"Right." I said, throwing my hood up.

He helped me out of the monster SUV and I led him up to the front of the apartment. Luckily, we were the only ones in the area, and the neighbors all seemed to be asleep. The Houston night air surrounded us, and the sounds of crickets and bullfrogs filled the air.

I stopped once we arrived at our door, pulling my key out. I paused before turning the lock and bit my lip. "It's probably not what you're used to, but um…" I said, trailing off.

He laughed again, "Bella, it's not like I get invited to strange girl's homes every night."

With that my mind started rolling. He called me strange, he thought I was strange. It seems I made a wonderful first impression.

He seemed to understand my concern and immediately amended what he said, "Not that you're strange!"

I smiled, "Yeah, right." I said, taking a deep breath, turning the lock and opening the door.

I pushed open the door and invited him into the foyer.

He smiled, "So being greeted by a tiger on a leash isn't normal! Who would have thought?" He nudged me in my side with his elbow and I laughed.

I cocked an eyebrow, "Lil Wayne has a tiger?"

"Her name is Saira and she can be a real bitch." Drake responded easily.

I looked at him dumbfounded, half expecting him to tell me he was joking. When he didn't, I continued my stare in disbelief. "You're serious?"

"Deadly." He deadpanned.

I let out a breath, "Well! Definitely no tigers here, although Alice did want to get a kitten once."

He laughed easily, a huge smile crossing his lips. "I think you're kitten enough."

I immediately dropped my eyes to the floor and blushed bright pink.

"That's cute." He admonished.

When I didn't respond, he said, "The blush. It's cute. Reminds me that you're human."

I looked at him confused, "Of course I'm human. What else would I be?"

"You meet a lot of different … characters… in the performing business." He said softly.

"Oh… sore subject?" I asked, using the same words he had earlier.

He smiled, "Something like that."

I grinned back at him, "Well! How about we feed you?"

"Sounds amazing. So, Chef Bella, what's on the menu for tonight?" He quipped.

I started to make my way down to the kitchen, and he followed after me, his Nike's softly padding behind me.

We entered the kitchen and I went over to the fridge, peering inside, "Well, are you a pasta kind of man or more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy?"

"Meat and potatoes if I'm being honest." He said breathily in my ear.

I gasped and whipped around, "You are aggressive, aren't you?"

He gave me that mischievous smile again and I melted when he responded with, "Only with you, kitten."

I huffed, "Why do you keep calling me kitten?"

He laughed, "Would you rather me call you cat lady?"

I gave him the stink eye (which I quickly remembered was not sexy) and turned back around to the fridge. "Kitten works, I spose."

I pulled out the steak we had thawing, and the ingredients to make my special marinade that Charlie loved so much. I then remembered that we had some crab meat in the pantry, and grabbed that and some potatoes. I thought if he liked meat and potatoes, what's better than steak and baked potatoes?

I set to work preparing the steaks, filleting them and laying them on the chopping block. I then grabbed all the ingredients to make my marinade. I was so in the zone of my food that I hadn't noticed Drake was talking. I blushed bright red again.

"Sorry, what'd you just say?"

He had placed himself on our counter, his feet dangling to the floor. "I was saying that you really get into this cooking thing, don't you?"

My brow furrowed when I realized I had probably added too much salt to the mixture, and then decided to throw in some more oil. I dipped my finger in to taste it, moaning as the flavors burst in my mouth. "What?" I asked again.

He looked at me then at the food then at me again.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely, I love cooking." I answered quickly.

I placed the steaks in the bowl with the marinade and put them in the fridge. I figured I'd do twice baked potatoes, as they seemed to have so much more flavor. "You're not allergic to anything are you?" I asked him.

"Oh now you ask?" he answered coyly.

Immediately I felt ashamed for not asking sooner, "Sorry. Like you said, I really get into this stuff, and I'm so used to cooking for Alice who doesn't have any allergies, and my dad doesn't either, and well, neither does my best friend Jake, so I don't have to worry about that." I took a deep breath. "Wow, talk about word vomit."

He barked out a laugh, "No, it's okay! Most girls are too nervous to even say anything to me, let alone get to the point of word vomit."

I blushed again, immediately hating the fact that he caused the blood to flush to my face so easily.

I turned back around to the food and set to fixing the potatoes, adding butter and salt to the outside and wrapping them in aluminum and turning the oven on. Again, I was so intune with the food that I hadn't heard Drake slide off the counter and come up behind me.

I squealed when his husky voice entered my ear, "And no, I'm not allergic to anything." His hands went to my hips and turned me around.

I was surprised and a little bit frightened by the look in his eyes. They were burning with desire. But that was impossible. I was just Bella.

His hands cupped my cheeks and he bent down slowly, gently kissing my nose. He all but whispered, "Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are when you're cooking?"

I shook my head violently, "No, no. Not. Sexy." I spat out, unable to put together full sentences.

He grinned again, "Yes, yes, very sexy." He answered, leaning in to kiss my earlobe.

I gasped and sighed with content, my hands easily resting on either of his wrists.

"Potatoes." I squeaked out.

He laughed breathily, releasing his hold on my face. His hands slid down to clasp mine and he answered, "Yes, food. I'm dying over here."

"Oh! Do you want a salad?" I asked quickly, moving over to the fridge.

"Potatoes, kitten. The potatoes." He reminded me.

I took a deep breath, closing the fridge and glared at him a little. "I was getting there!"

He laughed, "I could help, you know."

I placed the potatoes in the oven and set the timer for 15 minutes. I turned around to face him. He was again sitting on the counter; his body slouched over a bit. "You cook?" I asked.

He bobbed his head one way then the other, "From time to time. Weezy doesn't like it when we play in his kitchen."

I laughed, "Well, you're free to play here anytime." I again blushed crimson as I realized what I said. I quickly spun around to the fridge and pulled out the lettuce and other vegetables to make the salad.

"Tomatoes." He said.

"What about them?" I asked.

He answered, "I don't like tomatoes."

"Oh." I placed the tomato back into the fridge. "I don't really like them either."

I put the vegetables on the counter and started chopping them up: celery, broccoli, cucumber, carrots, and lettuce. "Sorry, we don't have much to make this a grand salad. We had salads with dinner. And the cauliflower had gone bad."

He stepped down from the counter, standing next to me. "That's okay. No big. You want some help?"

"Uhhh, sure! Here, you can finish this up." I handed him the carrots and cucumber and he started slicing and dicing like he was a pro.

The oven dinged and I put on an oven mitt and pulled the potatoes out. I set them on the counter to cool momentarily, and then pulled the steaks out of the fridge. I dug in the cupboard for a frying pan, finally finding the one I wanted and set it on the stove. I added some butter to the pan and turned on the burner. The butter sizzled and slid across the pan as it melted. I turned the burner down and put the steaks on, grabbing a lid to throw on top.

"How do you like your steak?" I asked him.

"Now she's asking questions." He retorted.

I laughed, "Hey pal, I agreed to make you dinner, so that's what I'm doing. Now how do you like your steak?"

He laughed, "I love that you're feisty." He smiled and then added, "medium, please."

I nodded and set to flip the steaks over. "Will you watch them while I do the potatoes?" I asked him.

He nodded, "Sure." He came over to stand next to me by the stove, and I could feel the electricity between us and I wondered if he felt it too.

I began digging away at the hulls of the potatoes, softening them up. I added a little more butter and salt, and stuffed some cheese and chives into them. I wrapped them up again and put them back in the oven for 5 minutes.

"I think the steaks are done." Drake murmured, his eyes not watching the steak but me.

I grinned, "The steaks are done, huh?"

He shook his head, but then quickly nodded, "Yeah, I think so."

I grabbed a fork and knife and pulled the lid off the steaks. I cut one down the center and found that it was just a little pink. "Yeah, I think you're right."

He beamed at me, "See! I told you I could cook!"

I quirked an eyebrow, "Watching steaks in order to prevent them from burning is cooking to you?"

He grinned sheepishly, "I make a mean mac and cheese!"

I laughed, "I'll have to try that some time."

"Maybe when I come back over to play?" He asked innocently.

I scowled at him and then smiled, "I suppose you can come over and play. But only if you play nice."

His musical laughter filled the air, "What fun is that, if you have to be nice all the time. Nothing wrong with a little teasing." With that, he stepped closer to me, pressing me up against the counter and leaned down, gently pressing his beautiful pink lips to my cheek.

I gasped again but recovered quickly, playfully smacking him in the chest. "You're trouble."

He waggled his eyebrows, "Definitely."

I smiled, shaking my head, and turned around to grab dishes and silverware for our food. The oven dinged, signaling that the potatoes were finished. I opened the oven and slid the potatoes out. I played hot potato with them as I tried to take the aluminum off, effectively burning my fingers.

"Ouch!" I gasped, lifting my finger up to my eyes to inspect.

"Are you okay?" Drake asked, grabbing my hand, inspecting it for me. "Oh, just a little burn." He looked at me playfully, "I think a kiss might make it feel better."

I laughed, "So, not only do you sing and dance, but you're a cook and a doctor. You are quite the multi-tasker."

With that, he pulled my finger to his mouth and kissed it softly. He then blew cool, sweet air on it, and I melted all over again. This man would be the death of me.

I wrenched my hand back from his lips and smiled, "Thank you Dr. Drake, but I think I can manage a small burn. Now if you would please take a seat at the bar, I will happily serve you dinner."

He brought his hand up to his forehead and saluted me, "Yes ma'am, right away ma'am."

I laughed easily, and set to work on pulling the aluminum off the potatoes. They were perfect, thankfully. I placed one on each plate, and the same with a steak. I poured the left over marinade in the pan onto the steaks, grabbed two small salad bowls, filled them with salad, and placed those on the plate next to the steak. I then set the plate in front of Drake, whose eyes bulged from his head.

"This looks amazing, Bella. God, I'm starving!" He exclaimed.

"What kind of dressing would you like?" I asked, ignoring his compliment.

He thought for a second, "You got ranch?"

I grinned, "Of course, it's my favorite."

I grabbed the ranch from the fridge, as well as my plate and set both on the counter. "How do you feel about cabernet?" I asked him.

He looked at me quizzically, "Wine?"

"Yes, dear, wine." I blushed scarlet again, realizing that I had called him "dear".

He grinned, "Love it."

I grabbed two wine goblets and a cabernet from the wine rack. I pulled out a bottle opener, twisted the cork off, and poured the wine into the two glasses.

"This should pair with the steak quite nicely." I told him, setting the glass in front of him.

"Oh, she's a sous-chef!" he teased me.

I reached to grab the glass back, and glared at him. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." God only knew where I was getting this attitude, but he seemed to like it.

His hand grabbed mine and stopped me from taking the glass, "I don't think so. Now get over here and eat."

I smiled and nodded my head, walking around to the other side of the counter. I eased into the chair and picked up my knife and fork and dug into my food. I had to admit, it was a damn good steak. And the potatoes were perfection. I was also right about the wine- it did go really well with the steak.

He took a big bite of his steak and moaned. Drake literally moaned over my cooking! "Bella," he admonished, "If you continue to cook like this, I ain't never leaving."

"Well, my mother always did say the quickest way to a man's heart was through his stomach." I replied.

He took another bite of his steak, chewed slowly, swallowed and then asked, "So you're after my heart, is it?"

The wine must have been getting to me because I replied, "Your heart, your lips, your body, whatever comes first."

He paused, contemplating what I just said.

I gasped, "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

He nodded, and laughed, "I think maybe you need some more wine. I think I like this side of you." He started to pour more wine into my glass, and I giggled.

"If I'm being honest, it doesn't take much to get me drunk." I revealed.

Chuckling he responded, "That I can see."

I stabbed a bit of potato and shoved it in my mouth, chewing quickly. I then stabbed a piece of steak, followed by a bit of potato, shoving it in my mouth and chewing. I knew I needed to keep my mouth occupied if I was going to keep myself out of trouble.

We finished the meal with easy banter back and forth, and I did my best to keep myself in check. When we finished, I grabbed the plates and silverware and went to the sink. I rinsed everything off and put it all in the dishwasher to wash, adding soap and turning it on. I then started cleaning the counters and eventually made it back to the sink and washed my hands. I barely had time to rinse them when I felt Drake behind me.

His hands found mine and he twisted me around so that I was facing him. I was about to ask him what was wrong, when his hands cupped my face and his bent down to mine, his lips ever so softly grazing my own. I felt a shiver move up and down my spine, and I instantly yearned for more. I moaned softly, praying he would realize that was permission to do it again, and when his lips met mine once more, only more passionate then the first, I knew he had understood. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and reached up on my tip-toes to kiss him with more ease. His lips molded to mine, and they tasted sweet, like the wine we had just drunk. Feeling daring, I inched my tongue out to gently brush his bottom lip. He groaned, pulling me closer. His mouth opened slightly, and his own tongue poked out, sweeping across my lip and causing me to need him more. He seemed to be receptive towards this and picked me up to sit me on the counter top. My legs crossed at his waist, pulling him even tighter to me, deepening the kiss between us. I could feel his growing arousal rubbing up against my center and I moaned, catching his lip with my teeth. He responded with his own guttural moan and pushed up harder against me.

"Bella" he moaned, his lips moving to my jaw bone and up to my earlobe. He nibbled on it and I gasped at the wave of pleasure that rushed through me. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and kissed his face and leaned into his ear, "You're pretty beautiful yourself."

I felt him smile against my neck and he laughed, murmuring, "I've never been called beautiful before."

His eyes moved to meet mine, and I said, "Well, you should be called beautiful every single day, 'cos that's what you are." I said simply, my finger tapping his nose.

He shook his head, "How much did you have to drink again?"

I laughed and pushed him away, jumping down from the counter and immediately stumbling, "Apparently more than I realized."

He grabbed a hold of me, picking me up bridal style and asked me where my room was.

"Last door on the right" I mumbled, my finger pointing in the direction of my room.

He kicked the door open and laid me on my bed. He flicked on my lamp next to my bed and looked around. I sat back up, almost too quickly, as the world started to spin, and mumbled something about changing out of my clothes.

Drake smiled again and started rifling through my dressers, finding a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He snickered when he was saw it was a Young Money concert tee that I had bought last year. He tossed them at me.

I slowly picked up the articles of clothing and wobbled my way towards the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, and stared at myself in the mirror. I began chastising myself immediately, running my fingers through my hair.

Drake is here in your bedroom and you're drunk? Get a grip, Bella!

I washed my face and brushed my teeth, pulling off my jeans and tank and slipping on my night clothes. I felt immediately better and made my way back to my bedroom. I was confused and a bit annoyed when he wasn't in my bed. Or even in my room for that matter. I spun around and walked down the hallway.

I found him laying on the couch.

I put my hands on my hips and asked, "What are you doing?"

He sat up and looked at me then the couch and said, "Well, I figured I'd sleep out here."

I walked over to him and grabbed his hand. "And why would you do that? I have a very comfortable, large bed in my room."

"Oh." He said, his lips forming an actual 'o'. I giggled and pulled him towards my room.

I pushed him down on my bed and climbed on top of him, snuggling into his body. "See, isn't this more comfortable?" I mumbled.

His hands found my back, and slipped under my shirt, and he began rubbing small circles. "Definitely," he said, sounding quite content.

As I drifted asleep, the last thing I remember thinking was, Edward who?

A/N: Alright, lay it on me... Lame? Cute? What do you think? :) If you're enjoying this story, please read my other, Crescent Moon. It's much more Twilighty based. You just might like it :)

As always, BIG BIG BIG thanks to my favorite beta EVER, Endlesslywaiting. You are just spectacular! :)