A/N: For those people who are thinking, "Edward is a prick/ asshole/ whatever, remember this. SMeyer made him to be an over thinking asshole and honestly I quite find that endearing yet frustrating. So, bear with me :)

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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

Being cold to Bella is crapping harder than it should be. It took me all my strength to will myself from touching her exposed bare back. I tried to resist her allure when she looked at me with her innocent brown eyes. I don't know what she's been analyzing or thinking since I picked her up. And it frustrated me to the point that I bet I'm lashing out on her.

I gave her the cell phone with much force than I should have. I can't say I'm sorry since I have to keep my facade. This frustrated me even more.

Well, come to think of it, I'm the one to blame for my pent up frustration. She gave me the opportunity to make the right decision for the both of us and from the look of it, she's willing to accept any decision I'll make. And I choose to lie. I chose the bad road. I chose the long way instead of the crapping shortcut that is practically begging to be taken. I'm CRAPPING stupid, that I know. But at the time, it seemed to be the right thing to do.

It's easy to be naive with what happened last night when her presence is gone, but now? With the sinful dress she's wearing? (I bet its Jasper act of apology. He didn't know that I'm practically avoiding her every chance I got but with what she's wearing right now? Our forbidden-to-remember little escapade is flashing through my eyes. Dang it!)

Her stubborn self never cease to amaze me. She knows how rich I am that I can give her whole school free scholarship if she wants to and yet, she thinks that giving her a cell phone for her own good is too much. I don't know if she's being 'humble' and 'selfless' or she's just sincere but my pent up frustration got the best of me and I practically hissed at her. Darn.

I walked out the door like a mad man, composing myself to replace the guilt, regret, and repentance that Bella would probably see and THAT would break every plan I reserved.

I must have brooding for so long that I heard Bella's door open. I rushed inconspicuously to her side, wearing a poker face.

She probably thought I will not open the door for her since I'm acting like a stupid jerk. At least the awkwardness of touching her is crossed off the list. I twitched my mouth in amusement. She may be a stubborn one but she sure is independent.

I suddenly felt a warm shaky arm, making its way to mine, jolting sparks on the way. I took a deep breath, contenting myself that this is the farthest I could get from Bella.

I walked us inside, greeting shareholders and their family in the way. Bella cowered at my side subtly. I tried to hide my smile from the man in front of us and introduced her.

"And this is my girlfriend." I proudly said.

He cast me a knowing look. I nodded to him and continued walking.

After several more greeting and introductions, we unfortunately have the time for ourselves.

I tried my best to focus at the painting in front of me instead of the wholly gorgeous being right beside me.

And when I can't any more, I ran away like some pervert/coward and saying 'wait here', like some commandeering douche.

I rushed to the bar, trying my hardest not to look back at her. I motioned the bartender to give me some alcohol and I don't care whatever it is.

I gulped the shot, scowling as the bitter taste travel through my mouth to the esophagus, saying hello to my heart and straight to my liver. I need to smoke. Right CRAPPING now. I used to smoke back in the day. Y'know? For releasing some stress and whatever. But I stopped when Bella came into my life. She literally changed everything.

I sneaked a look at where I left her, but she's not there. What in the-!

I immediately looked for her, trying to look like I'm looking for some specific painting. I closed my eyes, praying to whoever's listening that Black is not here especially grandpa.

I felt a buzzing sound. I followed it, leaving my eyes closed. The sparks is imminent and I know that she's near me. Creepy? Tell me about it. It's like I have some weird-ass tracking device and Bella has some GPS chip or something.

I opened my eyes and there she is. I sighed in relief but my breath was caught in my throat and the saved rage suddenly exploded. A red haze covered my vision as I see that she's not alone. And it certainly isn't some kind of acquaintance as I saw hands covering MY girl's dainty little fingers.

Fuck Calmness. Fuck moral. Fuck all the people that are probably watching me convulse in rage. Fuck all the rules. Fuck my plan. Fuck every fucking thing. You can talk back at me, retort even but jealousy? You would see the worst of me.

He talked with her lightly, even laughing, not knowing that a vicious predator is coming near him. She didn't move, perhaps sensing that I'm there, watching them. I walked in steady steps, my hands balled into fists, ready to attack who the fuck this man think he is.

Bella spun around and her fearful eyes caught mine. I stopped dead in my tracks, feeling a whoosh of air exit my lungs. She's afraid of me.

She quickly recoiled from the man, pulling her hands away. The man looked confounded but speak no more.

I trained my eyes on her and just continued walking but the haze earlier is long gone, leaving faint covetousness behind.

"Hello there, love." I stage-whispered on her ear, snaking my arm on her waist possessively, ignoring the fact that the hateful man is still in front of us.

"Edward." she started but I shook my head, silencing her.

A cough is heard from the other side. My gentle hold of Bella turned into a death grip reflexively as I swivel to give courtesy to the unworthy.

She seized my chin suddenly, making me look at her. She pleaded with her damn brown doe eyes and I'm gone.

"Edward, this is our art teacher. Demetri Volturi." She explained, still staring at me as she stressed on the word 'co-teacher'.
"Mr. Volturi, this is my, er, boyfriend, Edward Cullen." She continued. I felt a swell on my chest and puffed it up, feeling all sorts of smugness. Well, I have every right to do so, she called me boyfriend! Hell yeah!He reached out a hand with a tight smile obviously not liking the fact that she's taken. Well, heh! Too bad for you, buddy!

I returned the gesture and we shook hands firmly, not letting the other go. We glared at each other and i knew that I couldn't just let her go now that someone would rebound her. Well, tough luck for ye, I have no plans of letting this woman beside me. Ever.

An old man caught my eye. Grandpa? Hmm. Odd. Looks like he's taking a flight. Wouldn't he even greet his future grand daughter in law? I opened my mouth to call out for him but he's gone.

I sighed, releasing Volturi's hand and looking back at Bella as she smiled at me tentatively. I smiled back at her effortlessly. There is really something about this girl.

I looked back at Volturi, wondering why the hell he is not taking off. Well, hello Captain Obvious, Bella and I are having a private moment here!

He just gazed at Bella like she's a goddess or something. I totally knew what you're feeling but hands off. SHE'S MINE.

"Let's go?" A meek sweet voice piped up. I looked down at Bella as she squirmed uncomfortably. Ooh. Looks like Bella doesn't want to be appraised by the eyes like that. Me neither.

I nodded and we walked out, leaving the Volturi behind.

We stopped in front of the condominiums, still in the Volvo, the silence stagnant for 3 hours now.

She went straight asleep by the time I started the car. She's tired and I didn't even notice. I shook my head. I'm too selfish and she's too selfless. We both need help that only either of us can fix.

I risk a peek or two, okay, so I just stared at her and paid least attention on the road.

It's not my fault that she's so addicting. Her each take of breath, her eyes that flutter every now and then, her nose that twitched so adorably, her lips that is curved into a contented smile as she curled up in a fetal position upright on the passenger seat.

I tried to avoid her lower body but it's inevitable. Her dress rise up to her hips, her black lingerie peeking through. I groaned, remembering last night.

My eyes trailed to her mile-long legs and I almost choked on my own saliva when I saw her black Converse adorning her feet. Hell, if Alice saw this, she'll throw a fit. I kept myself from laughing but suddenly sobered when I wondered how the hell did I not notice this earlier. God, I really am such an insensitive jerk.

She whispered my name once, her face contorted in confusion. Ah, she must've been wondering about my actions towards her.

I quietly remove my seatbelt, leaning towards her. Her plump lips, slightly open is too much for me to handle. Maybe a little apology peck?

"I'm so sorry, my love." I murmured. I slowly moved forward, her breath, pulling a magnetic force. I tucked a stray hair to her ear and pecked her lips lightly.

I quickly opened my eyes, pulling away but pair of small hands suddenly came up in my hair, pushing me down, making me kiss her forcefully that intended. I looked at her. Is she awake?

She kissed me back and all my thoughts and will are out of the window. She straddled me and I just sat back with my hands on her hips, bucking into her involuntarily. She moaned then pulled back, leaving me hanging and hungry for more. She rubbed against me. I groaned, making her laugh.

"You know what? If we're in this for 10 months, we should probably get something out of it for our pleasure." She suggested, creating heavenly friction against me. Mr. Twitchy twitched.

"Er, what?" I asked, confounded.

"Like friends with fucking benefits. Get it? It's double meaning." She laughed.

I looked away. She's making this harder than how it should be. But to hell with it! I can stay the same even do we're, um, doing that couple-y stuff. Being cold to a girl? I've done this before. Not with the woman I love though. Hmm. New challenge, eh? "Sure, why not." I agreed. "But." I started, wagging a finger at her seriously. "No kissing." That way, I can still get a hold of myself. A little.

She looked at me in the eyes, trying to decipher something. "Can I have one last kiss?" She whispered, staring back at me.

I licked my lips and nodded. Our one last kiss. I kissed her fully, as if we're dying tomorrow. I memorized every line of her face, her hair, her jaw, her neck and the way her mouth tasted like strawberries. A small wet tear drop on my cheek and I don't know which of us is crying. Probably me. I'm a little dramatic when sweet things come to its end.

Then, she stopped moving. What the-?

I pulled away quickly, looking at her. She's smiling, her eyes drawn closed. "Bella?" I hummed.

"Mmm. G'night." She mumbled, collapsing into my arms.

I just stared at her. I looked at the clock in the car and it said, 11 pm.

Oh! Looks like when Bella is past her bedtime, she sleeps in her own accord. That would be convenient. I've always wished that I could sleep in a blink of an eye. Good for her.

I smiled. I tried to get us out of my car carefully, carrying her to the condominium. Hmm. She's a deep sleeper too.

I glared at the passersby as their eyes fucked my lady. I growled menacingly, clutching her nearer to me than possible. They backed up with their hands up in the air. Smart move on their part.

When we reached her floor, I juggled between my spare key and Bella. I paused and lifted Bella to my shoulder like she's a sack of potatoes or something and opened the door.

I kissed her robust ass lightly, smirking on the way. What? I'm a man. She has the perfect ass ever.

I lay her on her bed charily, lifting the comforter up to her chin. She snuggled against the pillow beside her, grimacing.

I frowned, too, smoothing her eyebrows. "Edward." She muttered.

"What is it, love?" I asked, kneeling beside her bed.

"Stay." She mumbled, her hands blindly looking for me.

I smiled. "As long as you want." I promised, lying beside her.

She cuddled me as I put my arms around her lovingly. "I love you." I muttered in her hair, my eyes drooping.

She mumbled something but it's muffled by my chest and I am out of it.

I smiled wistfully, kissing her forehead before surrendering to sleep.

BPOV

I don't know what made me say it. I mean, I'm a strong person but THAT straightforward? Abso-fucking-lutely not. I'm not regretting anything though. As a matter of fact, I'm damn proud of myself.

Then he laid down the rule. Our relationship is pretty much circled around rules so this is not new. Though, it's a biggie. We can have sex but no kissing? Really? I mean, come on! How can you resist those damn lips and his tongue? But, I'm desperate at the moment that I agreed.

Then my damn sleeping attacks cockblocked? No, that's wrong. Pussy-blocked? Not that either. Make-outblocked? Probably, yeah.

Remember when your mother always reminds you that it's bed time? And when you grew up, you relied on the clock to sleep. Well, my mind has an internal clock in it and it turned my body off after 10. Damn it!

Okay, I might sound pathetic but the truth is I crave him, want him, need him, love him. There, I said it. Hmm. I like the sound of it, I love him. I love him. I love him. I wonder if he loves me too.

That's the border line that I could never cross without risking our whole relationship. I frowned. Rejection is far worse than death. I mean, when you're dead, you're dead. Your heart is not beating anymore. It won't break. Your eyes can't see anything. You can't cry because of what you saw. You can't hear anymore. Especially the things about how he moved on, how he found his soul mate. Once hope is gone, death is just a formality.

I remember back when I'm still a little child and I'm playing on the sand, sliding down on the slide, swinging on the swing and just being a kid. Suddenly, I fell and my mouth bleeds. All of my playmates ran away, terrified. They all left me alone. I cried and cried. But then, a boy with a red cap showed up in front of me. He's unfamiliar. He's not the usual kids that play here and from what he's wearing, he looked like he's blessed.

I looked at him, and he stared back at me. The sun is blinding and I can't get a glimpse of what he looks like. He didn't cower, run or laugh at me. He kneeled down silently and lifted me for a piggyback ride. All I could make out is his distinctive 2 moles at the back of his neck.

When we reached the bench, he got his hanky and cleaned me up. I just stared at him, incredulous that he's not afraid of me unlike the others. I placed my hand up on my brow, trying to get a clear view of him.

A voice called out in the corner and my 5 year old self can't make sense of. He looked at the direction of the voice, looking at me frantically and back to the voice. He quickly made me wear his cap and he shoved his now bloody hanky to his pocket and ran away, but not before kissing my forehead. I tried to follow him but I'm becoming dizzy and next thing I knew I'm back at my bed and got up quickly, wondering if it's all a dream. The red cap sitting atop my bed stand caught my eye and I knew that it's all true. From then on, I shared his good deed to others by helping them out every chance I got.

I opened my eyes wearily and got up. I opened the top drawer of my bed stand, touching the familiar red cap that I had all these years. I always wondered who that little boy is. If I ever met him, I'll thank him like lot because if it's not for him, I would probably never met Edward.

A loud clunking from the kitchen followed by light cursing snapped me out of my thoughts, alarmed.

Then, the door opened and closed, feet shuffling hurriedly.

"Edward?" I whispered. No one answered.

I placed the cap carefully back to its old place. I walked out and to the kitchen. No sign of Edward. Huh. He must've been the one who leave earlier.

A note is stuck on the door of the fridge and I read it.

"Morning.

Sorry, I have to leave early. Need to finish up with some things. I'll be meeting you and your parents at their house later this evening.

PS. Your phone."

Of course, he's a busy businessman after all. But a note? Well, he's icy cold since yesterday. I sighed.

I opened the cupboard to make myself some cereal. I opened the box and pour it into the bowl. It's empty.

I chewed on my inner cheek. I swear this box has a one full bowl worth of cereals in it yesterday.

Edward.

I walked back to the dining room, aiming for some apples and bananas instead. I was greeted however by a well prepared cereal with milk and a side of banana. I leaned on the door, smiling with awe.

And I knew that deep inside his cold, seemingly uncaring stature is one scared boy, afraid to fall in love, afraid to let others see how he feels, that he truly cares…

"Mom, for the last time, his name is really Edward Masen Cullen, as in the M-C Ent. and he's going to meet us for dinner but don't tell dad yet, I want to be the one to tell him. I'm just giving you a heads up." I said once again as I take a gulp of water. I went to my parents' house and Renee seemed to just know everything.

She made me sit on the couch and 'to spill everything and who he is' crap. But when I told her that, she has been asking me nonstop what his name is again and she can't believe that it's really THE Edward Cullen.

"Tell me what?" Dad's voice resonated loudly as he entered the house, just fresh out of work.

"Er, Dad, can you sit down with us for a second?" I whispered calmly.

He looked at me scrutinizing, then he warily walked to us, sitting down.

"Your gun, Dad." I pointed. He sighed, reluctantly letting go of his grasp and put his gun down.

"Okay." He took a deep breath. "What is this about, Bella?"

"I met my other half." I stated, looking straight into his eyes so he knew that I'm telling the truth.

"And who can this 'lucky' 'gentleman' be?" He air quoted.

I looked sideways to my mom. It's very rare that she's silent during this moments but I can see that she's trying (and failing) to hide her ecstatic self.

"His name is Edward Masen Cullen."

He pursed his lips for a moment then suddenly, something dawned unto him. "YOU'RE HIS GIRLFRIEND?" He shouted, standing up.

"Er, what are you talking about, dad?" I asked.

"Is he coming over?" He gritted, completely ignoring my question.

I nodded silently, confused as shit.

The side of his mouth tugged upwards lightly, making me cower in fear. What could he be thinking?

I'm in the kitchen, helping my mother cook our dinner.

"Mom, I-" I started.

"I know. I can see it in your face, dear. That's the same face I usually wear since I first met your father. You love him, didn't you?" She peeked at me, smiling.

I nodded silently. "I do." I looked away.

She suddenly sobbed into the corner, making me rush to her.

"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked, worried.

"I- I'm going to-to lose you!" She cried.

"What?"

"That pensive face. That's my exact face on my wedding day. Oh Isabella!"

"Mom?"

She frantically hugged me. "It's just like yesterday when you came into this world, and now? Now? You're- you're-! Oh!" She sobbed.

I cradled her, shushing her. My mom could be ridiculously childish some times but God, how I love her.

"Let's get this dinner ready shall we? Don't think too far, mom. Plus, you will never ever lose me." I promised, kissing her forehead.

She laughed lightly, wiping some of her tears away. "Your mom could be such a baby, huh, honey?"

I smiled at her. "I don't care. I love you the way you are."

She opened her arms and I hugged her. We just stayed like that for a moment before the smoke alarm suddenly picked to destroy he moment by ringing its awful sound.

We both laughed, scrambling to fan out the smoke. Last thing we needed is a burnt house.

It's already 8pm and there is no sign of Edward. I checked my phone repeatedly as my father's triumph and slight anger began to surface.

I excused myself to my old room, dialing Edward's number. It just went straight to voice mail. Damn.

Where could he be?

Oh boy. What could've happened to our dear ol' Eddie?

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