Two Chapters in one night? I'm that amazing, yes :)

EPOV

The next morning, I woke and Zafrina wasn't in my bed. I looked around the room and she was sitting at me my desk, lightly strumming my guitar.

"You know," she said. "I never knew you played the guitar. Until I found it in your closet. I was bored so I cleaned your room."

I sat up and looked around, everything neat and clean like it would have been if I wasn't depressed. I looked at her, cocked my head to the side, and the opened my mouth to say something. But she beat me to the punch.

"Nothing's wrong. You just slept too long, and I didn't want to wake you up," she said. "I mean especially since you're sick and all, and you actually need to sleep."

"Why didn't you just go home?" I asked her. She shrugged. Because being with someone who was sleeping beat being alone. But I did go home and change and then I came back." She came over and crawled into the bed with me, straddling my hips. It wasn't helping that I had a morning erection.

"So besides the fact that you're totally hard, what's wrong?" I asked.

I grinned at her. "Being hard is not wrong," I said, my eyes linger over her body. "But nothing's wrong. I have a hot girl in my bed, and we're home alone. What the hell could be wrong?" I said to her. She giggled.

"Okay, so you have a point." She climbed off. "Let's get to the cinema," she said.

"But it's the morning," I countered. I really didn't feel at all in the mood to get out of bed at that particular moment.

"Au contraire," she said, speaking her fluent French. Which I understood and spoke just a fluently, "il est trois heures l'après-midi."

"What?!" I said to her. She told me it was three in the afternoon. "And you didn't think to wake me?"

"You looked so peaceful," she said. "I couldn't help it." She smiled and hopped off the bed. "Hurry up," she said, and then she left the room.

So I hurried, getting dressed and decent before she would come up here and harass me to move faster.

I walked downstairs, eager to find Zafrina. It felt good being with her. I was happy. I was . . . better. Even with the fact that I was doing better with my leukemia, I felt better, spiritually, if you could call it that.

But instead of finding her, I found my mother sitting on the sofa, weeping. She had my laptop, so I assumed she was watching a show or a sad movie. She looked up at me, and then she cried harder.

I was taken aback; I didn't know what to do. But the sensibility in me told me to comfort her. So I did.

I sat next to her and hugged her, trying to make her feel alright.

"You wrote so passionately about her . . ." she sobbed.

I froze. She'd read my memories. Everything, everything that happened between Bella and me. I started to shake.

"You weren't supposed to read that, Mom," I said.

"I didn't mean to. I just took the computer to send an email to one of my friends, but it was open, and Bella's name caught my eye, so I just began to read, and I couldn't stop. I'm so sorry, that I did, but Edward, you write so beautifully." She looked up at me, penetrating my soul with her sad, glimmering green eyes. I looked away.

"I was . . . trying to forget her," I said. "I'm with Zafrina now," I said to her.

She looked nothing less than shocked. And it made sense because we'd ever led on to anything romantic.

"And it's official?"

"Yes. She's my girlfriend."

She nodded. "Well, you look happy. And you look like you've gotten sleep," she said. I nodded.

"Yeah. Well, Z and I are going to the movies, so . . ."

"Okay, sweetie. I'll see you later."

I nodded and found Zafrina out on the porch, sitting in the swinging chair.

"So is that what his is? I'm your girlfriend?" she asked and pretty smile on her lips. If I had to say she looked like anyone it would be Kim Kardashian, except taller, and without the enormous body parts. Zafrina was amazingly hot.

"Of course. You didn't think we'd just be fuck buddies, did you?" I looked at her face. She seemed to be considering it.

"Well, not completely any way, it thought that was kind of all I expected from you. You don't have to do this." She pleaded in her eyes for something far beyond what I could give her.

"I'm not doing this out of obligation, but out of the pure desire that I have for you," I admitted. She grinned.

"Right answer, Mr. Cullen," she said.

"Well then, Miss Adams, let's get going."

She laughed and we walked to the car and I drove us to the movie theatre and we went inside, watching a movie that seemed interesting to the both of us. We sat beside each other, lightly holding hands, not seeming the least bit weird that we were so comfortable being in a relationship. Perhaps it was just because it was meant for us to become. But either way, I really did like her. More than I ought to have any way, considering the situation.

Zafrina and I then left to her house, she pulling me up to her bedroom. She closed the door and turned on her stereo, plugging in her iPod and playing some background music. She kicked off her shoes, with amazing precision, right into her closet.

I looked around her bedroom. It was messier than a bedroom should ever have been. Books, clothes, papers, boxes, stuffed animals, and all sorts of other things littered her floor. She had been undressing and I kindly looked away as he picked up a t-shirt that read "Dead on Arrival" and pulled it on. She also pulled on a pair of short shorts, ones that emphasized the length of her legs and the curve of her hips, the slimness of her waist the rise of her breasts. All that because of a pair of shorts.

If you didn't get it now, then you never would. Zafrina was the kind of hot that you saw from across the room and you immediately began to think dirty about her. She was curvy and voluptuous, but not ostentatiously so. I liked that she was five-eleven. I liked that she was different than the girls that I was usually attracted to. I also liked the fact that she was all mine.

"It's a wonder that you find anything," I said to her.

"You just gotta know where to look." She shrugged and climbed on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips. She didn't make a move to initiate anything sexual. She just sat back and looked at me.

"I'm hungry. Are you?" She said. I shrugged.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said with a smiled. "Why must something always be wrong?"

"Because I'm a pessimist and that's the way I think," she said simply.

"You have nothing to be worried about. It's you and me, and nobody else." I pulled her down to kiss her.

"You sure?" she said breathlessly.

"Of course," I said to between kisses. She hummed and kissed my fully, without abandon. She tasted so exotic, like herself of course, but different. And I liked it. I liked kissing Zafrina. Among other things I liked doing with her.

We stayed in her bedroom, making out for what seemed like hours, until I had to get home.

But it took a while for me to go, since Zafrina was in a catty mood and didn't want me to leave. And frankly, I didn't want to leave either, but I had to talk to Alice, or write or do something that was normal. All the intimacy was getting to my head.

I walked into my house, finding my mother and two other women on the sofa surrounding my laptop. I ignored them and I went out back, finding Alice alone with a book in her hands. She looked up at me and smiled.

"So he doth returneth to home. And doth he spill his secrets to thy sister?" She said a grin playing her lips.

I sat next to her. "I took her home last night, but we were talking and then I kissed her. There. Happy?" She sat there and actually considered my question.

"Not really, no. Now, without going in to detail, tell me what happened last night." She put her book down, and sat up, looking at me. She was genuinely curious about what really happened. Then again, Alice liked to know everything that was happening.

"We went up to her room, listened to some music, made out for a little while and then we had sex." I shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

She laughed. "Yeah right, he-who-moped-in-his-room-until-Zafrina-came-along," she said. "You didn't come home until two thirty. I was beginning to think you were going to spend the night over there."

"Nah. I thought about it, but then I thought Zafrina should have her space, think about it for a little while and make sure it was oaky with her what we had done. I wasn't going to force her into a relationship, you know."

Alice shrugged. "She came over last night though," she said.

"How'd you know?"

"Because she fell through the window and you guys were making all kinds of noise. I think everyone heard you guys." Alice laughed. I shook my head at her. "I'm happy for you, Ed." She smiled. "You're doing what you should have done a long ass time ago."

"Sure, but I was dumb and oblivious to things. It was a bad break up, remember?" I said to her.

"Actually, I was in a coma, and—"

I rolled my eyes at her and she stopped herself, laughing at her own joke.

"But the point is, Sir Edward, you are happy. And that makes the rest of the house happy. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Good. Now, I have to read this book, so it's best you leave now," she said to me.

I walked away, leaving Alice to her book, walking into the living room the women still hovering over my computer. Being nosy, I walked over and observed what they were watching or reading rather.

I shut it closed, annoyed that they were reading my private memories after I had told Esme that they weren't meant for her to see. What made her think that she had the discretion of showing it to people I didn't know? I glared at my mother but she ignored it, introducing to the two women who were sitting on the sofa. I looked at them.

"Edward, this is Kate and Irina." She said. I smiled at them and they smiled in kind. I looked at my mother for some sort of explanation.

"Edward, please don't get upset, but they would like to talk to you about something," Esme said. I looked at her and then back at the two women.

"Edward, your writing is spectacular. I hope you understand that—"

I cut Irina off. "What I understand is the three of you were invading my privacy."

"Edward, listen to them." My mother said. Her tone was final, and even I couldn't override that, no matter how sick or how angry I was.

I sighed and sat down on the sofa across from them.

"Edward," Irina tried again. "You're an amazing writer, better than most your age. And we'd like to publish your story."

I just stared at them blankly. "No." Irina and Kate looked at each other and then at Esme.

I just sat there looking at them.

"It wasn't meant to be a book," I said. I shrugged. "That's it."

"Neither was Anne's Frank's diary until it became one," Kate said. I shook my head.

"But it's just a story. Nothing significant. It doesn't even have a plotline." I sighed. "And even if it did, the answer is no." I went to stand, but Kate stared at me, keeping me seated.

"Look at it this way, Edward," she said. "You write this amazing book, and you're set for life. Women of all kinds of ages would read it and fall in love with the characters. The fact that the main character is ill makes it so much more romantic. Granted, he was a jackass for breaking up with her the way he did," she said—it stung my heart when she said it—"but it still makes for a beautiful love story. Just change a few things, and then you're set to go."

"But I don't want to," I whined. "I don't want people to read what I wrote. I don't want this to happen. This was meant for me. Not for millions of girls to fall in love with. That's not how it's supposed to be."

I didn't want the book to get published because I didn't want Bella to read it, to know my every thought on what our relationship had been.

"Why don't you think about it?" Esme said.

And what if she did read it? What if she knew what I was thinking when these specific things had happened. What would she say?

Well, it didn't matter because she was in the US and I was in the UK. That was far enough, if you ask me. We wouldn't even run into each other. She wouldn't even hear of it. There would be no possible way that she would get her hands on the book.

It was a one in a million chance that she would anyway. Of all the books she could choose, she wouldn't choose mine.

So I looked to my laptop, and then looked at the women. I couldn't believe I was actually considering it. Was I confident that Bella wouldn't care? Maybe she had moved on already. Maybe she wasn't hung up on me like I was on her. Even with Zafrina in the picture now, it was hard to erase Bella from my heart. Because the fact is, she was my heart. And thinking about her was like I had just punched an enormous hole in my chest that even Zafrina's playful smile couldn't cover up.

I sighed. I was really going to do it. I was really going to let them take the memories I had of Bella and put them on paper, and let the world see inside of the mind of Edward Cullen.

I shrugged. "Tell what to change and you can publish it."

Kate, Irina, and Esme looked at each other and grinned.

"Really?" Esme asked. I shrugged.

"Why not?" I said.

Kate and Irina stayed for dinner, and Mom didn't let anyone disturb us as we worked on the story, changing the ending to a happy one rather than a sad one. Instead of "Edward" breaking "Bella"'s heart, Bella and Edward went off to college together and lived happily ever after, engaged to be married.

It hurt to write something so fictional, something that could have happened but didn't. When we were finished, my mother served us some food and drinks, congratulating our hard work. In a matter of two and a half hours, I had a rough draft of a book that would be published.

Kate and Irina were both staying the night, reading through the draft for any errors and such. I just went upstairs and fell into my bed. I didn't know I was crying until there was a soft knock at my door.

"Hold on," I called. I cleared my throat and wiped my face. But Alice barged in anyway, coming to sit next to me on my bed.

"You're writing a book about Bella?" she asked.

I shrugged. "It was like a journal Ali, nothing serious. Just like your old website. Memories I'd collected with her. Things that made love possible."

"But still, you're publishing it?" she asked.

"Yeah, Alice. It's getting published, even though half of it never even happened."

She frowned. I looked away from her. I took out my phone and texted Zafrina.

Come over now. I sent to her.

Seconds later came her reply, my phone vibrating. Why?

I miss you, I replied.

:) I'll be over in five. She didn't message me after that. And I didn't expect her to.

Alice quietly left the room, seeing that I was ignoring her rudely. I was going to get my ass kicked for that later, but at that moment, I didn't care.

Zafrina walked into my room, shutting the door behind her.

"Lock it," I said flatly. I heard the little clink of the lock turning into position. I heard her slip out of her shoes and felt the bed move as she climbed on. My eyes were closed, so I hadn't seen her yet, but I knew she was there. And she knew what I wanted her here for.

She slid on top of me, her body pressed against mine.

"I don't know what's wrong, but I'll do whatever you want," she said softly. "I want to make you feel better." I leaned up and kissed her, aggressively fixing her body so that we aligned perfectly. She held me close to her and I undressed her from her tank top and jeans. She undressed me with her swift fingers, until we were both naked and moving together in crazy aggression. I was angry. Angry at everyone because I could be. Because of what they was doing. I was angry at myself for what I was doing. I was messed up.

But it didn't matter because being with Zafrina took that away. She cleared my mind form things like that. I wasn't angry when I was with her. I wasn't upset or depressed. She was like a healthy dose of sunshine to me. Like a glass of water after running for miles. She was like life. But Bella was different. She was like an addiction. A bad addiction, like heroin. She was amazing, and I could never get enough.

When Zafrina and I weren't making love anymore, she was pacing at the foot of the bed, naked. I watched her walk back and forth.

"Are you going to tell me?" she asked.

I shrugged. "For the past year, I wrote about her. I wrote about every memory I could remember from my time with her." Zafrina stopped walking and looked around. She was deliberately trying to keep from making eye contact. "And my mother read them and now they're being published into a book."

She looked at me then. Her eyes were watery. "So what?" she asked me. "No more us?"

I sat up, staring at her. "I didn't every say that I didn't want you Zafrina. I do. I want you. I want you right now, just like I'll want you tomorrow and the next day, and the day after that. I want you because you're special to me."

She looked at me, her tears falling over. I looked away from her eyes. "But you don't love me," she said. "You're too busy loving her."

"Z, I can't turn it off. I like you a lot. You make me feel better than I have felt in my entire life—why don't you believe me?" I stood up and walked over to her. I took her into my arms.

"It doesn't matter what was, Zafrina, but what is. And you are what is, okay?" I kissed her lips lightly. "You are mine, and I'm going to keep it that way for as long as I can."

She looked up to me, her eyes bright. "I can tell you're trying," she said. "And it's me just being insecure and a bitch and I hate that I made you try to convince me even though I already knew." She laughed and rested against my chest.

We climbed back into bed, and I made love to her several times over the course of the night, proving to her that she was it. She was the present, no matter what had happened during the past, or what will happen in the future.

*~*~*~*

The book was published one year from that day. And Zafrina read the first copy she got her hands on.

We were in my bedroom just hanging out when Kate and Irina came to give me the first copy that was published. I'd titled it The Definition of Attraction. And once in was in my hands, Zafrina grabbed it away from me, and she read it, lying in my bed. She laughed. She cried. She was angry. She was annoyed, confused, understanding. But most of all, she was awed. She'd finished it in a matter of four hours, while I just lay next to her, watching her read about a relationship that was why we were together.

"Which part isn't real?" She asked.

"Everything after Alice went into a coma."

She was silent then, staring down at the book. "Edward, I don't understand though. Why can you be with me and not her?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I—I really don't know. I've told you a million times how much you mean to me. You're my best friend. My girlfriend. My . . . spark of hope." I sighed. "I guess she was too . . . good for me. She's so much different than you Zafrina, you're like sunshine where she was cocaine. You're healthy to me, like a vital life line, while she was something I craved. Something I was addicted to." I smiled at Zafrina.

"You said you loved me," Zafrina said. And I had. A few days ago after we'd gotten into a silly argument. I sort of blurted it out, because it had been on my mind, but I really did love her. "Do you really mean it?" she asked. I nodded.

"I love you. Because you were there for me, patient with me, caring and complacent and I appreciate that so much. I admire your beauty and strength, and I love you." I kissed her lightly and she smiled. And suddenly, the book was lost in the rubbish that was my bedroom like I was lost in Zafrina.

Several hours later, it was night and Kate and Irina were over again, having dinner with our family.

"This family seems to keep growing," Dad said. I smiled my hand in Zafrina's underneath the dinner table.

"Edward, we need to talk to you," Kate said.

"About?" I asked. Suddenly I was nervous. Her face hadn't changed into anything I should have been worried about, but I was and I didn't like it.

"Well, they want you to do a tour, for your book. They want you to go across the UK and then over to the US," Kate said. She was smiling, excited. But my heart dropped.

My eyes went wide. "What? Why?" I said.

"Because it's doing so well. It's been a month and it's already sold two hundred thousand copies. It's not even on the shelf yet, Edward. This is from presales alone," Irina said.

"Jesus. Really?" I asked. They nodded in unison.

"Tanya will coordinate everything. Edward, just by the simple description alone you've roped a lot of fans. Imagine what it would be like when they met you," Irina said.

"Not to mention you're a gorgeous, young kid. You'll have girls flooding at your feet," Kate cooed. I looked at Zafrina. She smiled at me.

"I've already got a girl I don't need anymore."

"That's beside the point. Once we see how the sales go, the tour will either be set for go, or there will be no tour at all. And it's looking in favor of the tour." Irina was smiling and so was everyone else at the table. Rosalie was a little distant, but nowhere too far.

"Say you'll do it," Kate asked.

I looked at Zafrina. She nodded. "It'll be good. You're going to be the writer equivalent of a rock star with how good your book is," she said with a laugh. I smiled at her.

"What the hell, right?" I said.

So it was set. Another month to wait for the sales to either increase like rapid fire or be normal to know-nothing-about-it books. And it went by fast, because before I knew it, it was September and I was heading to the US.

There you are. That was the next chapter. What's going to happen next? Ooh. A possible sneak peak if you review. :) Okay so if you review, I'll definitely give a small sneak peak :)