Oh God. So, It's finally Friday and as I sat in front of my computer to start writing this story since all thoughts are bubbling inside me, my cousin's daughters drop by to tire me out! So this story is sort of 'filed away'. Fuck.

I just squeezed and crammed in some parts whenever I had free time so I think it's kinda wonky but I did my best soo….

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

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EPOV

Wait. If Bella and I did the deed last night, how the deuce did I ended up on a cab with a driver insisting that Bella and I only made out and nothing else?

Weird...A knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts, leaving me confused as crap. (See, I kept my promise)

I walked to the door, wearing only boxers. I opened my door wearily. It's the cab driver.

I looked at him, piling another file to the confused box."How did you know where I -?"

"A friend of yours told me, anyway, look here kid. I know who you are. People said that you're a very selfish motherfucker but I don't think you are. I came here not because I want your money or anything." he paused, smiling briefly.

"I know you're a good man and I know that something important happened to you and your beloved." he continued.

"Er, why are you saying this to me?" I asked

"One blond guy told me -"

I held up a hand, feeling mad. Jasper..."'Nuff said."

He nodded."Anyway, I can sense that you somehow love this girl of yours and I don't want to come between the two of you. You see, I once love this girl, but I failed to tell her. She's married now, living her dream." he smiled wistfully.

I nodded. "That's the plan, sir. I'll tell her tomorrow." I smiled. Wait. "Can I ask what her name is?" I asked. Maybe I can help him the way he helped me?

"No." He looked at me, "I bet she's happy now, I don't want to destroy that."

"But how 'bout you -?" I trailed off.

"Carlos." he supplied.

"Carlos?"

"Nah. I'm happy whenever she is."

"Can you at least describe her?"

"Well, she has these warm eyes, long beautiful shiny hair with a little curl in the end, and thin red lips. I gave her a bracelet back then though. I wonder if she still wears it..." He stopped, flinching slightly. "I must be going now. My empty shack will probably scold me for being late." he joked.

I laughed lightly. "I so know what you mean." I said, gesturing the empty place.

"Well, I'm off! Good luck son." he smiled, patting my head.

"Take care, Carlos!" I waved.

I closed the door, seething with rage. JASPER... Later. But for now, I'll enjoy my post-coital haze.

After I took a bath, my eyes are drooping, threatening to make me fall asleep on my shower. So I walked out, put on some boxers, fingering my/ her hickey, smiling like a retard.

I collapsed on whatever soft foam and my eyes clamped shut.

Next thing I knew, the sunlight glared through my tightly closed eyes, burning it mercilessly. ARGH! I jolted up from wherever I'm lying on (which turns out to be the floor, must've fell from the couch).

I involuntarily opened my eyes, a very stupid move to make since I'm currently experiencing a massive hangover.

I stood up, stretching and wincing as I can feel what happened last night. Last night... I smiled happily, nearly skipping to the kitchen as I prepared myself some coffee, forgetting the fact that my stomach is churning.

I drink my coffee contentedly, looking outside, the sun not bothering me anymore. My hangover lessened just from the thought of Bella and me, having sex last night. The head aches and heaving is almost worth it. Almost.

I rushed to the toilet and threw up. I groaned, flushing it. I walked to the sink, cleaned my face, and brushed my teeth and swallowing 2 Tylenol pills.

I walked back to the kitchen, making myself some toast. Ah, if I only stayed with Bella last night,, I might've cooked her some bacon, eggs, toast, and everything she wants, that is, if we managed to left the bed especially if she hungered for some morning sex. Who am I to argue? I chuckled.

Bad luck, Jasper somehow knew what happened and got in the way... Grr.

A light ringing sound broke the otherwise killing rage. I looked for the source which brought me to the washroom. Under the heap of my dirty clothes, is my phone.

I lifted it, walking back to the kitchen. The charm is still hanging in the end. I smiled again. God, I'm whipped. Wait. I don't give a crap!

I bit on my toast, looking on the caller ID. Well well well. What did ya know? It's the nosey little douche.

I answered. "I know what you did." I stated.

"What are you talking about?" he laughed warily.

"You separated me from my beloved. You son of a -" I clamped my mouth shut. No cussing. No cussing. I repeated to myself.

"I don't know what are you talking about." he argued.

"Oh yeah? Go to hell, you- you - LIAR!" I shouted.

"Ah. I can see that you can't cuss, eh? Eddie? It's ok! She won't hear ya. Cuss all you want! EDDIE!''

"Stop mocking me, you -" I took a deep breath. I would never let Jasper get into me. I promised Bella I would change and changed Edward I will be. "Look here, Jasper. Explain to me why the deuce you did this." I growled lowly, trying to keep my calm.

He sighed. "I believed that what happened last night could put a huge glitch between the harmonious, not so- affair that you two so hardly worked for. I mean, imagine this dude. You two woke up the next day after a hot DRUNK sex. It might not be the same with you but I think Bella is just driven by her emotions and by alcohol. Not so romantic now, huh? She could push you away and with her rage and strength, I can't even think that you could go home alive and unscathed."

"Are you saying that we rushed?" I asked worriedly.

"Sort of." He breathed, hearing that I sobered from my rage. But I' m nowhere near grateful or calm.

"Nice try, Jasper! What do you think will she think of me now? For crap's sake, I run away from her! I left her! She will think I' m one advantage-taker bastard! Oh crap, I couldn't even think what she'll do to me now!"

"Oh. Fuck. I never thought of that."

I groaned. This is why I'm the decision maker and he's the executer in our team. Crap.

"I left her a note though, I wrote the same thing the cabbie told you last night and she might be thinking that you two just make out and you go home after that. I think." He mumbled.

"You think? Hell, Jasper! So she might think that we didn't have sex last night?"

He didn't answer.

After a few seconds, as I pinched my nose in frustration, he suddenly piped up. "Oh Fuck! What if she suddenly got pregnant and she didn't know that you're the father? Oh Fuck fuck shit shit! That can lead to a much bigger problem!"

I laughed humorlessly. "Nuh uh. Turns out, Bella is a condom magician."

"Well, that crosses it off the list." He sighed. "Oh! I think I forgot to-"

"But if she didn't know, and I and you are the only ones who knew then –" I interrupted then paused. "Wait. What did you forgot?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" He said. "The art function will be tonight at 7, the suit will be delivered 2 hours from now to your place and yeah, BYE!" he hung up.

HE CRAPPING HUNG UP IN THE CRAPPING MIDDLE OF OUR CRAPPING CONVERSATION!

CRAP. What should I do now?

I'm in front of her place, wearing my suit already at 1pm. I've been in front of her door for an hour now and I have never had the balls to knock the door and explain. I've never been nervous before she came into my life.I have debated on my way here for things to say and what not. Should I tell her that we had sex last night? Or Should I not just to save my crappy pathetic life?

Hmm. As Grandpa once told me, it's better to tell the horrible truth than to say a horrendous lie. It can get you off the hook for a few moments or so but one day, they will find out the truth. He even swore to me that if they found out the truth from a wholly other person than you, the rage is much worse.

So, I've settled on telling her all about Jasper and how I'm sorry that we had sex. That I don't want to rush, too and that I regret doing that too. I sighed. Lies, but, this time, what can I do? Tell her that I love it and I very much want to do it again and be slapped hard on the cheek and be shouted to never let her see my opportunist face ever again? How about no?I took a long deep breath and knocked on the door lightly, hoping very much that her hangover state won't kill me for waking her up this early, Er, late.

"Bella?" I cooed softly, hoping she'll melt from my voice the same way I respond to her voice and that we'll just have sex inside again.

No answer. Huh. Feels weird. Almost like déjà vu. Yep, you're in the same spot with the same cause but not the same problem. You're here to apologize, again! (ref. Chapter 8)

"Bella?" I knocked again, trying my hardest not to shout.

Hmm. No answer again. Maybe she's still knocked out. Or maybe someone snuck up on her and foolish Jasper forgot to lock the door when he left and she's been killed?

My hands automatically went inside my pockets looking for the extra key Jasper gave me a long time ago.

I frantically opened the door and quickly roamed the place, alerted.

She's not here.

Stupid, paranoid inner voice! This could get me in trouble again! I feel uncomfortable for invading her private space… crap. If she walked into me right now… Gotta get out of here. And fast!

I rushed out, locking the door meticulously and sighed. Maybe she went out for a walk. I'll check her up again later. I need my coffee. This tense self of mine is very rarely used.

I go out and walk to the coffee shop where we first had our first civilized conversation. Why I didn't just drive there, you might ask? It can give me time to think.

THUD.

I automatically reached out, grabbing the hips of whoever bumped into me. Please be Bella. Please be Bella. I chanted in my head.

Strawberry scent assaulted my nose and electricity jolted in my veins, heightening my senses. I knew right there and then who she is.

She slowly looked up and I tried my hardest not to laugh as she openly assessed my present state.

"I have this feeling that you 'stumbled' into me on purpose, Ms. Swan." I teased, righting her up, and discreetly sniffing her hair. I swear, her scent is abso-freaking-lutely addictive.

She blushed. "Do you play guitar?" She blurted out.

That was… unexpected. I'm all ready for her pain slashing words and actions and this is what she first said? Very, er, random of her. Well, I should be expecting this. She's different than others. Or maybe she really didn't know what happened?

I looked at her quizzically and she just stared back. Those big brown eyes. Dayumm. "Er, yeah. I'm a bit rusty at the moment but I do play." I answered her.

She nodded; her hands still on my biceps. As if, you can't even have the decency to remove your hands from her hips, hypocrite.

We just stared at each other for God knows how long.

She must've snapped out of it first since she cleared her throat and reluctantly removed her hands off me. I almost groaned but I stopped myself. Sheesh, obsessed much, eh, Eddie?

"Hi." She squeaked. Adorable. But very confusing. Is she seriously making me calm and relieved and all those crap before she attacks me when I didn't expect it?

"Hi?" I responded, grudgingly removing my hands from her hips.

"Erm, what?" She asked, her eyes looking away.

"No scolding and hitting?" I tested. I got this feeling that she knew.. Her eyes snapped to mine and I immediately backed away, holding my hands up in defense. Only she could make me flinch in fear. "Not that I want you to." I hurriedly continued.

"And what makes you think that I'll do that?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow, completely oblivious about what I'm talking about. So, does this mean she didn't really know?

My eyebrows crunched in confusion. "Why not? I mean, we ,er, we –" I took a deep breath. Go Edward, close your eyes and explain.

"We fucked each other drunkenly last night, and Jasper somehow knew it.." I paused. Why the crap did I forgot to ask Jasper about how he knew…? Darn. I'm growing stupider and stupider these days.

I opened one eye to look at her reaction, my hands covering my nuts protectively.

"JASPER!" She exclaimed, snapping her fingers. What? "Should've known." She muttered.

"Er, we had sex last night, we're drunk and –" I repeated slowly in case she haven't heard me.

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you. So, you knew it too, huh?" She asked almost casually if it weren't for her balled fists.

"Er, you knew it, too?" I asked back at her.

"Well, yeah." She shrugged. "He's not that good at doing these pranks though. He left the condom lying around and the note that you "wrote"." She air quoted.

I observed her physique. She's wearing casual t-shirt and some shorts. Her face is flushed, eyes looking away, balled fists beginning to relax. Her eyes travelled to mine, making me look away, faint heat creeping through my cheeks. Jeez, I'm acting like a girl!

I can feel her watching my every move, my every breath. I tried to calm my growing ecstasy from the thought of her having the same feelings as mine. I coughed uneasily.

"I lo-." I started and stopped myself again.

No. She's just like any other girl. Rejecting and dumping men as soon as they can. Leaving me alone on my own. If I tell her that I love her right now, leaving her after 10 months will be hard. If she didn't run away first. So I will just continue what I've been doing before Bella came into my life.

"Now what?" She suddenly said, throwing the ball to my court.

Now what indeed.

BPOV

I tried to pull the skimpy, barely there dark blue dress or should I say, clump of laces down as I sat inside Edward's car. It's getting very uncomfortable and it's just 7 pm. Why, you might ask? It's not just about the fact that I'm wearing a dress next to nothing but because it's been 6 hours since we last talked.

"I need to attend an art function at 7 and you'll come with me. We'll meet your parents tomorrow at noon. Your dress will be provided by Jasper and he'll stop by to give it to you. I'll pick you up at exactly 4 pm and you should be all ready." That was his last words before he rushed past me and left.

I just asked him; 'now what?' and he answered me coldly. I wonder what's gotten into him.

He suddenly stopped and reached for something at the back. He threw the box at me carelessly and said, "That's a cellphone. It already has my number in it. Bring it with you everywhere and don't forget or lose it, okay?"

I opened the box and lifted the phone out of the box. It's an iPhone.

"It's too-" I started.

"Don't crapping say anything." He hissed, walking out. I opened my mouth to snap at him but something tells me, 'not now'.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. At least he still obeyed my rule.

I immediately stuffed the box and phone inside my pouch and did the same.

He just looked ahead when he reached my side, showing no emotion. He didn't look disturbed that I did not even bother to wait for him to open my door, as a matter of fact; I may say that he's quite relieved since one side of his mouth twitched, but, nonetheless, his posture is still tense.

I hesitantly clinked my arm through his and he took a deep breath and led us inside.

We walked through the door and Edward's cold demeanor abruptly changed. He greeted various people, introducing me professionally as 'his girlfriend', as if we're having a great time instead of an awkward moment. He, though, didn't smile neither laugh but his voice sounded cheerful and somehow I knew that it's all for show.

He roamed through several paintings, towing me with him. He critically scrutinized each painting, sparing no glance at me as if I wasn't there.

My feelings are hurt. No denial this time but complete wonder. I should be glad and artistically professional. I would've been thank the Gods for Edward's act of ignoring. But no. I'm hurt and I wonder why. Am I just not used to this actions and I'm just an attention seeking whore all along?

Or is it his fault? But, he had always been a snappy, crabby douche, what's the difference now? Is it because I have seen the 'other side' of Edward? Is it because I have seen all of him, bare and all? Mmm. Dirty thoughts…. I shook my head subtly. Or is it because I forced him to change abruptly and he's not yet ready, making him collapse back to his usual self? Maybe I should move on his own pace.

"Wait here." He said, still looking away from me. I stared at him and nodded. He walked away.

A tap on my shoulder made me whirl around. "Hello, Isabella."

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