Sorry for the late update. I had a cold and it hurts me eyes whenever I looked at the screen.

Okay, so some of you are angry with Jasper for being a nosey bitch. *rolls eyes* but when Alice is being the bitch it seemed fine. Come on. Sometimes, a couple needs a little push, if ya know what I mean? *wink wink nudge nudge* Plus, I don't think Alice even knows about Bella and Edward. Or does she?

Whew. This story is really crapping confusing, eh? Might as well leave some bad commentarios. :3

My friend once told me when she read this story, and I quote "It's too fast! It's like I'm reading it fast forward-ish." So, I tried to slow the fuck down. Well, this is the result.

This story is loosely based on the Korean Drama, 1% of Anything, because I added more twists, so, uh, yeah.

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BPOV

The morning is very uneventful. I threw the used condom in the trashcan. Then, I just drank my coffee while watching the Big Bang Theory DVD I bought the other night.

Although, my head is still reeling with the thoughts from last night. I don't know if I should be mad or not.

We fucked each other, drunk and all. Then the next day, he's gone. Is it just a one time thing for him? Is he just too drunk and horny to decline my advances? Did I make the first move or him? Is it wrong or not? Am I mad or glad? I scratched my tangled follicles, taking another sip from the cup.

I read the note again. As in looked at it clearly.

I found something odd. This is so not his handwriting. His handwriting is elegant yet forceful. This is, I don't know, like calm-ish and hurried. Or maybe it's just my eyes. Hmm.

As Sheldon argue with Leonard about some thing I didn't heard, the phone rang.

I walked to the telephone and peeked at the wall clock. Fuck me, it's already 8 am?

I answered the phone, turning the TV off. "Hello?"

"Bella?"

Hmm. Sounds familiar….

"It's Grandpa Masen. I tried to call you on your other contacts that you gave me before, they told me that this is your personal number from now on, am I right?"

I laughed, placing my coffee on the table and sat back on the couch. "You sound very business-y and professional, relax Grandpa, it's just me."

He cleared his throat on the other line, laughing awkwardly. "Well, yeah, I, uh, was wondering, are you free today?"

I stood up and stretched, feeling the soreness all over my body. Urgh. It definitely happened.

"No problem, Grandpa. You like to meet up?"

"Uh, yeah. How 'bout the same place by 9 am today?"

"Sure. I'll pack us some breakfast." I smiled, walking to the washroom.

"Mhmm. Sounds good. Goodbye." He said, hanging up.

I put down the phone, grabbing my forgotten iTouch on the counter and brought it with me as I strutted to the shower, naked as a jaybird.

I put it in to the dock and pressed play, putting it into shuffle.

How many souls will it take
How many necks will you break
I say, how many bones can I waste
In that little old shape
I say, hey, I'm sober from a bar
But you don't drive me
Showed you my car
But I don't drive

Ironic. It's like Edward is singing instead of Caleb. I shivered, remembering the way we fit together as our bodies joined like missing puzzle pieces meant to be together. Mmmm. I shook my head. You're getting crazy, Isabella Swan! I turned the knob and got in, not even waiting for the water to get warm.

Let me get away
On a holiday
We could, tire the ones we know
Gonna tie right on
I say, hey, I'm sober from a bar
But you don't drive me
Show you my car
But I don't drive

I rinsed my hair and my body. I grabbed the strawberry shampoo I loved and rubbed it in my hair, absently singing along to the song.

Tell the idiot yeah
Running down my back
We could, see the devils in town
Like the slow fall down
I say, hey, I'm sober from a bar
But you don't drive me
I showed you my car
But I don't drive
I said, hey, I'm taken it back
Like you don't know
You drove me away
When you don't know

I got my soap and lather it all over my body, and rinsed.

Let me get away
On a holiday
We could, tire the ones we know
Gonna tie right on
I say, hey, I'm sober from a bar
But you don't drive me
Show you my car
But I don't drive

I got out of the shower and grabbed my towel, wiping every spot dry. I walked back to my bedroom, to my closet and put on some t-shirt and shorts. I skipped to the kitchen, feeling a weird high.

I hummed along as a new song came in.

I know you suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be deniedSoothe me
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sureI want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

I brought out the bacon and some eggs, swaying my hips with the beat. I flicked the stove open, and all those shit.

The song ended and another song came up while the bacon and eggs are still frying. I took out the loaf and started placing them to the napkins I've prepared. I put the cooked bacon and eggs atop each bread, sandwiching it with another. I wrapped them neatly and into my lunch bag that I brought the day Grandpa and I met up. I grabbed some water bottles and stack them up.

I peeked at the clock on the stove. 8:45 am, it says. Shit.

I hastily ran to the washroom, trying my very best to untangle my stubborn hair.

After several tries, my hair is on its usual frizzy state. I shrugged. There's nothing I can do. I'm born with it. Stupid genetics.

I pulled it up to a ponytail and brushed my teeth.

I rushed back to the kitchen, grabbed the bag, my keys and wallet and ran to the door and locked it.

I walked out to the elevator and outside, hailing a cab.

I mentioned the park to the cabbie and a few minutes later, we arrived.

I walked out, paying the cab. I squinted through the glare of the sun, feeling the effect of my excessive drinking last night. I looked around, placing my hand above my forehead, covering my eyes and preventing further damage to my already full of glitches and fuckery that you call brain.

Grandpa is already on our usual seat, drinking his coffee and another on his other hand.

I waved at him, trying to get his attention as I walked near him. He smiled at me and patted the seat beside him. I smiled back and ran to him.

"Hi!" I panted.

"Hello there." Grandpa said, offering me the other coffee from his hand which I accepted gratefully. My hangover is killing me.

This doesn't miss his observant eyes. He cocked an eyebrow at me, a very familiar signature that I always see on a particular someone.

"I drank too much last night." I blushed, looking down and relinquishing what other things I did too much last night, like, I don't know, going too far with Edward? THAT's too much.

"Oh yeah? Just drinking?" He asked, his eyebrow cocking even further, piqued with much interest.

I nodded frantically, keeping my mouth clamped shut, not wanting to say anything that I may regret. I kept looking at our surroundings, the trashcan, the lovebirds, the trees, the grass, and the cigarettes butts, anywhere except him.

"Interesting." He drawled, sipping his coffee whilst looking at me carefully. "Your body says otherwise though. You're the worst liar I've ever seen my whole life, yet." He smiled knowingly.

I sipped my coffee nervously. That I heard many times before.

I remained quiet for a while as Grandpa continued to study me. I can feel my face cooling off. Whew.

Minutes later, he finally sighed. "Okay, you win, you win. Looks like you wouldn't confess something that secret to me yet. Now, tell me about that stalker-ish brat that we talked about last time." He smiled wistfully, looking afar.

"Oh, right. About him…" I trailed off, the traitor blush creeping their way back to my cheeks.

"Oooh. There must be something juicy, eh? Enough to make Bella Swan blush like that." He teased, nudging me with his shoulder playfully.

I laughed uncertainly, taking a big swig from my already warm coffee. He sure is modern yet old-fashioned at the same time. It's kinda cool. "Well, he remarkably changed, I guess." I muttered, smiling slightly that I covered with my cup.

He smiled almost triumphantly before he composed his expression with a poker face. "Hmm. That's a good thing I guess. But why do I feel this feeling that you're keeping something big from me? You don't trust me enough to let me in your 'dirty little secret'?" He smiled, nudging me again.

I fidgeted uneasily. What should I tell him? That we fucked each other last night? That I can't feel the regret I know I should be feeling right now? That I only feel this unbelievable high? I don't think so. Not when I'm unsure of it myself.

I sighed. "How 'bout we eat these delish sandwiches I made first?" I asked, opening the lunch bag.

He sighed, too. "Sure. But our conversation is not even close to over, Ms. Swan." He scolded mockingly, wagging a finger at me playfully.

I snorted, rolling my eyes, handing him his sandwich as I get mine.

He unpacked his sandwich and I did the same. We both bit a generous amount and sipped some coffee.

"Thanks. This is great. You're one good cook! The bacon is well-cooked and it seems like the egg is perfectly aligned from yolk to egg white!" He complimented over a mouthful of bread.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right. I'm sure the bread is so damn soft as if they're made with lots of love instead of some silly robot machine rolling pins and all those crap."

He laughed a hearty laugh for several minutes as I giggle along with him. It's nice to hang-out with your very own Grandpa like this.

He sobered later and sipped at his coffee. "So?" He prodded as he bit his sandwich once more.

"So what?" I asked, sipping at my now empty coffee. Damn, no excuse any more.

"Come on, Bella. You can trust me. It's just been like several days since we last talked. And you're more lively and animated back then. What sobered you?" He exclaimed, sipping the last of his coffee and swallowing the last part of his sandwich. Am I the one who changed?

We gathered all the trash together as I finish my sandwich and included it to the trash.

I reached over to the nearest trash can and threw our trash.

"I mean, before, you have this tough, don't-mess-with-me look in your face but now, you have this-"He paused, circling a finger hovering my face to emphasize what he's saying. "This softer, contented look."

I must've this confused mask because he backpedalled almost immediately. "No! No! I don't mean it as a bad thing, it's actually great! You looked like you're only 20 or something." He smiled.

Tough? Don't mess with me? Softer? Contented?

"What did he do to you? He got you dazzled or something?" He asked, almost incredulous.

I blushed deeply, remembering the night before. If it was put on a CD and my brain is the CD player, I bet the CD is full of scratches and shit because of overuse. "I- He- We had sex!" I blurted out loud without even thinking. I clamped my mouth shut with my hand, cursing heavily.

He looked at me, really looked at me with his mouth gaping wide open, which obviously made me red even more. He seemed to have a heart attack as I moved closer to him, grasping his arm. "Grandpa? Are you alright?" I said, frantically handing him the water bottle I packed.

He opened it, trembling and takes a big gulp. "You- You two had coitus?" He spluttered, his blue eyes wide as plates.

I nodded, feeling odd because I don't even feel a twinge of regret or shame. Huh.

"I thought you loathe him?" He asked.

"Well, I er, still do?" I stated which came out as a question.

He seemed to recover and drank all of the water and threw it on the trash can near him. "I- I don't understand. I mean, it's been like not less than a month and he already slept with you?"

I looked down, still not feeling the shame or regret but only glee and contentment. "I, well, we're drunk plus he had changed already. He barely cuss anymore, he's being a complete gentleman with a little help from my part of course." I defended Edward to Grandpa and to myself.

"He didn't!" He shouted in disbelief.

I nodded proudly.

He looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure you're not making up excuses for yourself?"

I nodded once more, observing him as he wound his fingers through his whitening blond hair. One of the signatures only Edward seemed to do. Come to think of it, they do sound the same, childish yet full with dignity, and they act the same, confident and sure. Maybe I am just obsessed with Edward that I see him everywhere.

He moved uncomfortably from my unnerving gaze. He looked at his watch and smiled at me. "As far as I enjoy this 'hanging out' with you-" He air quoted. "But this old man got to go. I have a charity func-" He looked alarmed but continued. "You see, I support those charity function especially the Elizabeth Mas-" He paused again, the same wary look on his face, but this time, his eyes is wistful and afar. "Masterton Charity."

I smiled at him. "Elizabeth Masterton Charity, eh?" EMC. The same as Edward's initials! Is this fate? Oh God. I can hear myself and I don't like it! I sound like a petty giggling school girl!

"Uhuh." He nodded hesitantly, standing up. "It's nice to see you again, Bella. I hope we'll meet again in the future."

I nodded, giving him a hug. "Don't worry, we will."

He hugged me back. "You'll update me about that so-called 'newly-changed' brat of yours, okay?" He asked, pulling back.

I winked at him as we walked to the bus stop. "No problem!" I exclaimed as a bus stopped. I got in and waved goodbye at him. He waved back and the bus rolled away.

I walked inside my suite, taking off my flip-flops and collapsed into the sofa. I took a nap for a while.

He crawled towards me, looking like a predator eyeing his prey. I involuntarily licked my lips as I reached over, pulled him in and roamed my hand through his hard biceps and pecs.

He kissed my hair, forehead, nose, cheeks and my chin, purposefully leaving my lips unkissed.

He moved his hands over my body towards my cunt, teasing it by drawing imaginary circles. I moaned through the contact as he entered his finger inside.

He played me like strings of a guitar. His calloused finger moving expertly as it brings me to the brink.

"Edward." I panted, massaging his scalp, repeating his name over and over.

My moans, pants and shouts might have been frustrating to him because he started thrusting in and out, his bronze mane tickling my cheeks as he bent down to kiss my collarbone.

I tugged the ends of his hair and he moaned, thrusting harder, making ME moan.

An odd ring of a telephone is heard distantly.

He started whispering my name as if it's a prayer as he worshipped my bosoms. I pulled him in forcefully, making his teeth graze on my nipple.

My hips grounded his harder as I can feel the familiar tingling in my stomach.

He pulled and pushed in and out faster now as I clenched around him and as he tightens inside me. Our lips met in the most passionate way I can imagine. Our tongues massaging the other lovingly as he moved us around and – THUD.

I fell from the couch I'm lying on, bringing me out of my sweet dream and into the harsh reality, thus leaving me frustrated and wet.

I peeked at the clock.

It's noon. I reluctantly stood up as I heard my answering machine started beeping.

I pressed the 'play' button and the tape started playing..

Vanessa's POV

I hung up as I finished my message. I called Bella because it's been a while since we hung-out. Okay, so I called her because I want more details about Edward! What's the big deal? She's my sister, well, figuratively speaking of course since I am not a Swan.

I sighed as I fingered the rim of my glass, looking through the windows of the coffee shop I've been lingering on the past few minutes. I saw my reflection and observed myself.

My reddish-brown hair is neatly tied up in a bun as my blue eyes appraised myself. I remember the days when Bella introduced me to her friends as her sister. They didn't believe it one bit. Well, looking back now, who would ever believe? She has beautiful curly brown hair and big doe-like eyes, my complete opposite.

I looked at my arm, remembering the scars and bruises that once covered them. Bella saved me from my abusive father. I recalled that day as if it's just yesterday instead of 16 years ago.

My 14 year old weak body is crumpled in a corner as my drunken father kept on slashing me with his belt because I went out of our house to play with the other children. This is not the first time.

He banned me from going out because he is ashamed of me. He doesn't want any other person to see me. He doesn't even want me to call him father.

I never knew my mother all my life. He told me though, that she hated me and gave me to him immediately.

There are days where I didn't see my father. He is only home for an hour or so then he will leave, spitting at me disgustingly. He always wears a black cap, sunglasses, and black clothes, looking like he's hiding or like he's a descendant straight from hell.

Another pain slashed through my body, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Then, an angel slammed the door open, saving me from my misery. She smiled at me as she pushed my father away and rushed to me, weaving me away from the monster.

She told me that she saw me through the window and I realized that she is one of the children that I wanted to play with earlier.

We ran and ran. Away to her house which is 3 blocks away.

When we reached her house, she quickly opened their door and we tiptoed to her room.

She cleaned me up, gave me new clothes and introduced me to her family.

Her mother and father were wary and worried at first, thinking they will be in trouble for kidnapping but I reassured them that my father wouldn't even care to look for me.

They cared for me as if I am their daughter. They feed me, gave me fresh clothes, brought me to school even until college. They paid for my tuition as I studied Medicine.

Years later, here I am, healed and contented, but inside, I am still looking behind my back, worrying that maybe my father will suddenly reappear at the corner, ready to slash me again for running away.

But still, I can never be more thankful that Isabella Swan, my little angel, saved me.

And what did you know? She slammed the coffee shop's door open, smiling at me, her curly brown hair windswept and her brown eyes brightening shiny, the exact replica years ago.

I smiled back at her, beaming proudly and in relief. I am a Swan.

BPOV

We had some girl talk and updating her with details about my status with Edward, I told her everything. Even the 'sex' part. I smiled, remembering.

"You did what?"She screamed on top of her lungs, making some customers to look at us.

I blushed, looking down.

"You didn't stop him but encouraged him instead?"

I nodded silently, looking back at her.

"I knew it." She smiled at me although her face is flushed, her hands are gripping her coffee cup as her blue eyes sparked.

"Knew it?" I asked incredulously.

She nodded, sipping her coffee. "I've seen him on the internet. He's one of a helluva fuckable man."

I growled at her, feeling protective. Whoa, where did that came from?

She held her arms up in surrender. "Easy, easy! He's not my type, okay? I mean, come on! We look like we're siblings! We both have the same color of hair." She shakes her head. "But that's not the point! You-" She paused as we both heard her beeper going off.

We both groaned. "It's okay. We'll talk about this again some other time." She smiled, standing up.

I stood up too. She kissed my forehead, walked away and waved at me. I waved back and grinned.

BAM!

I stumbled back as I hit a hard thing. Strong arms enveloped me, keeping me from falling on my ass.

I looked up, ready to apologize. Okay, so I looked up slowly and assessed my hero.

Black suit, white polo shirt, red tie, lickable neck with a side of Adam's apple, jaw porn with a hint of stubble, crooked nose, kissable lips wearing a sexy smirk, taut cheekbones, smoldering emerald eyes, a cocked eyebrow and a disarray of bronze hair.

"I have this feeling that you 'stumbled' into me on purpose, Ms. Swan." He teased, righting me up, but not before sniffing my hair.

I blushed, remembering my dream earlier. "Do you play guitar?" I blurted out.

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