Dear Readers,

I hope you enjoyed that chapter! It seems like I'm coming to the end of my beloved story. So sad, so sad. I truly loved this Fanfic. I hope that you'll forgive me in my sentimentality. I truly love Dirty Dancing- and I'm slightly irked that they're coming out with a Dirty Dancing TV show- don't get me wrong, I love the thought, but nobody can play Johnny like Patrick Swayzee. Anyway, enough of that, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Enjoy.

Chapter Seventeen: Everything is Blue

After Jessica's revelation of gaining her menstrual cycle back and finally exposing Mike for the scum that he is, things felt slightly tense. Mike's head was down and completely sullen for the rest of the dinner time. He waited on his tables dutifully without a trace of emotion on his face. He seemed to not have any shame, but then again he was so good at deception that he probably could hide any emotion he was having.

My father returned to the table and did not speak, when my mother attempted to ask him he'd merely cut into his roast beef and shake his head. He talked to the Cullen's and the Newton's. I wasn't entirely sure he was too happy with how their conversation transpired. After all, I wasn't after Mike's job or anything, just his reputation…

Is it wrong of me? To want my own happiness and want someone to get what they deserve. He deserves to have people know about the person he truly is- especially my father. My father wasn't typically fooled by people, but for some reason Mike Newton made my father a fool- and my father wasn't up to being a fool. I didn't want to hurt my father's pride, but I needed him to know the truth.

"Daddy," I said quietly as I put my cloth napkin on top my plate, like Rosalie and Alice before myself.

"Hmm?" My dad's eyes were far away with thoughts.

"Is it alright if we're excused?" I said in a light voice.

"Yes, of course," My dad said quietly as he wiped his mouth with his own cloth napkin.

Alice, Rosalie, and I excused ourselves and walked out of the dining hall without speaking. We didn't speak the whole way to our cabin as we dressed to go up to the staff living quarters. Our minds were heavy probably with the recent events. We had no clue what ramifications would follow- if there would be any that would follow. All that mattered is that Jessica wasn't pregnant, and it wasn't a criminal offense more of moral offense. Mike was scum, but possibly because he was a womanizer it made him seem more horrific than he was when Edward and he were best friends.

"I'll see you later," I smiled at my sister and Alice as we walked away in our own separate directions.

I walked up to Edward's cabin, waiting to knock on the door as I hear raised voices.

"I will not ask you again, Michael. Leave." Edward's voice rang clearly.

"How could your little bitch do this to me?" His voice was venom.

"Bitch? I suggest you watch your mouth before I break your jaw." Edward's voice was low and cutting.

"I want to know, really, I do. How does it feel to scrape the bottom of the barrel? A private school girl, I mean really? Tell me, was she a virgin? Is she going to pray every time you lay with her?" Mike scoffed.

I barely heard Edward move, but I heard the connection of his fist on Mike's face. Mike fell onto the floor audibly.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Edward's voice was harsh and labored. I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to step in. I opened his cabin door without knocking.

Edward was standing over Mike, his veins showing through his skin raised, his muscles rippling with anger, and his face hard a stone looking down at Mike impassively. He barely acknowledged my entrance to the room; his breathing merely calmed slightly. I walked over, putting my hands around his rippling bicep, waiting for him to back off from Mike's slumped over body.

"I think you'd better get my dad to check that out." Edward taunted.

"You'd better leave," I noted off handed to Mike.

Mike shuffled to his feet, holding his jaw with his left hand and blood peeked out of the side of his mouth. His ice blue eyes were narrowed at me and Edward as he walked backwards to the door. Mike shook his head and looked at Edward once more.

"You're just like when we were kids, hit first ask questions later." Mike glared.

"And you're nothing like when we were kids. I regret ever saving your ass from any of those bullies. You turned out to be exactly like James. He used to rub your face in the dirt and go off with chicks, now you act just like him. Forever the proverbial child, crying about how your life is unfair so you womanize and you beat down their self-worth to bring yours up. You make me sick." Edward turned away from Mike who stood slack jawed in the doorway of his cabin.

Sitting on the floor with Edward who just sat, quietly for a long time, I began to wonder just how close he and Mike truly were. He mentioned defending him against bullies, and that sounds more like what brothers would do for one another. Rosalie used to beat up anyone who messed with me. I remember she almost ripped a girl's fiery red hair out of her head for calling me 'ugly duck'. Edward's muscles deflated and the shaking subsided slowly with his muscles. He didn't seem to want to talk; he just wanted to sit for a very long time.

Suddenly Edward's hand reached up, cupping my face and brought his face to mine. His lips were soft, and longing. I sighed into the kiss, moving my body closer as I do so. His hands envelope me as he kisses me, his tongue exploring my lip, my mouth. Tasting me, and I began to get as greedy as he was. My hand knot in his copper hair, bringing his face closer than it was before.

Slipping onto my knees I began to crawl onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his torso. I pressed my body closer to his, feeling the heat from his chest pressing against my breasts. I felt the heat begin to spread through my chest, down lower to the apex between my thighs. Edward groaned deep into my mouth, his finger finding themselves weaved into my hair.

This is what he needs. He needs a release, he needs to let go of his raw emotions… And I believe that if it's what he needs, then I can do it. I have never felt the raw carnal need that exuded from his touch, but it felt like an ignited fire. The warmth that was spread through my chest now ignited by his touch turned into a smoldering fire. I needed this, too. After everything we've been through, it's finally over and I need him.

His hand roam through my hair, and one hand slowly roam down my back to the hem of my shirt. His fingers clasp at the hem and we break apart from our relentless kissing. Breathless I feel my shirt pull over my head, and Edward flung it carelessly onto the floor of the cabin. Edward stood up, my legs still wrapped around his torso, and walked with me connected to him to the bed.

"I love you," Edward sighed, laying me down on the bed.

My shorts and panties came off in one swift movement. Edward pulled his jeans down and his erection sprung free. I spread my legs, waiting for him. I felt a small blush creep into my cheeks, but I didn't feel ashamed of my blunt staring at his erection or for my open nakedness. Spread eagle waiting for him and I to become one felt like a natural occurrence

My senses became blurred, and my legs become twisted into Edward's. I felt his body move with rapid need. Edward thrust deeply, pulling back slowly, and slamming into my body. I began to return his thrusts, matching his pace changes. My hips flex to meet his in erratic, quick thrusts trying to meet our undoing together. My breathing erratic and frantic as his pace quickened with determination and need. I felt my release in my stomach. All of my muscles beginning to tighten and my heart rate speeding. I felt the sudden release of my muscles and the tightening around his length as I come around him.

"Edward!" I moan as I come around him, my eyes screwing shut.

"Oh, Bella," Edward sighed as he became undone, deep into me with one last thrust.

I only heard our breathing. He lay beside me and my head on his chest as his fingers play with my hair. I close my eyes briefly trying to form a coherent thought. I feel the perspiration running down my neck, my temples and some even on my back, but I can't bring myself to care because I'm in his arms.

"Edward, do you want to talk about it?" I asked quietly. I propped myself up on my elbow, looking deep into his troubled emerald green eyes.

"I don't know." Edward sighed turning toward me.

"You two were closer than I thought. I thought you just grew up together here at the resort." I said quietly. Edward merely nodded and looked off into space.

"We knew each other because of all the summers at the resort. We were best friends in school. Mike was smaller than most boys our age so he got picked on a lot. I didn't because I was tall. I used to take care of him and… punch first and ask questions later." Edward paused, "my dad used to get so mad about it, too. He's a pacifist and to know that I was fighting made his blood boil, no matter how good the reason was. Mike never got into a lick of trouble out of it." Edward paused and sighed to himself shaking his head.

"Did you?" I asked quietly.

"By middle school I was kicked out of the area schools and I got placed in a private school away from Mike. Nobody messed with me there, but Emmett and Jasper were there, and they were nice to me despite my record." Edward sighed, "then a few summers after then we were in high school we came to work here for some extra cash, Emmett, Jasper, and myself, and I ran into Mike." Edward sighed once more. "James was some big shot who used to work here and go to school a few grades higher than us, and he used to bully Mike, and I'd stand up to James who didn't seem to want anything to do with me. So when I saw Mike acting just like James I didn't want anything to do with him anymore." A look of anger flashed in Edward's eyes and a look of disgust set on his face.

"You protected him, and you got into trouble, and he ended up just like a jerk who used to beat him up?" I asked quietly, clarifying his story.

"I was stupid to be so offended, people change after all, but I thought he'd have more sense." Edward paused. "After that Mike and I had problems, and my dad warned me not to loose my temper. I got put into dance classes to work on my anger, and it's done wonders… until now." Edward ran his hand through his bronze hair. "My temper always seems to flare when it comes to him, and I'm not sure why. It used to be to protect him, but now I'm just so angry with how he turned out that I don't want to protect him. I want to protect everyone from him."

"Is Carlisle going to be mad?" I asked quietly.

"I'd better get changed, actually." Edward bit his lip and then pushed me off slowly. "He'll be here soon, I'm sure."

I quickly dressed as quickly as Edward dressed. I felt as though I shouldn't be around for the talk with Carlisle but I had a feeling I'd be around no matter what, but the least I could do would be to look decent. The last thing I want is for Charlie to find out what exactly I've been doing with Edward during my 'dancing lessons'. He has taught me how to dance, but admittedly Edward has taught me a lot more about myself than dancing. I can be graceful enough around the dance floor when I'm with Edward, but I doubt I'd be much of a dance partner without him. My clumsy feet have permanently broken some toes in their time.

Carlisle knocked on the door once and then let himself in quietly. I sat on the edge of Edward's bed trying to look busy with a book that Edward had sitting on the end stand. Edward sat down in the rocking chair next to the record player calmly.

"Edward," Carlisle whispered exasperatedly. "I thought we were past your brawling days. I paid a lot of money to put you into private school, I paid a lot on your dance lessons to help use the excess energy you spent on violence. Why now?" Carlisle's eyebrows were shot up with a painful look on his face. Carlisle's voice was pleading and painfully soft. Edward looked down to his feet and sighed.

"You didn't hear the things he was saying," Edward countered.

"Then you must turn the other cheek, son." Carlisle sighed and reached out to him. "Are you not well versed in that? Did I not teach you that you must endure?" Carlisle sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

Carlisle's face looked painful the way he screwed his eyes shut with exasperation. The way he was trying to understand his son's point of view but also impart wise information. He was a saint, he tried to see the good in everyone and everything, this was obvious in the ways he began speaking to Edward. Turning the other cheek, and enduring viciousness from others was not something my father would endorse. Charlie wasn't a saint, but he was far from someone who wanted their kid to be involved in brawls. Charlie wanted us to stand up for ourselves, no matter what.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the Christian views that you do. I can't turn the other cheek when he stands there and speaks the way he does about woman. Especially when he talks about my Bella the way he did." Edward growled lowly.

"What did he say?" Carlisle is struck with surprise, and his eyes search mine. I avert my gaze down at the book once again.

"He was implying a lot of inappropriate things," Edward didn't elaborate, and Carlisle seemed to accept his lack of elaboration with respect.

"It doesn't excuse what you did. Mike's parents aren't exactly happy right now. Not with Mike and definitely not with you now." Carlisle said. "Think about how tough this is going to be for us with the resort that we share."

"They barely own any of the resort. They're merely treading water making enough money to support secret drinking and gambling habits." Edward looked annoyed.

"Edward," Carlisle scolds.

"Well it's true." Edward shrugged without apology.

"Even if it is true, we shouldn't speak about them that way. They've had their problems. We all have crosses to bare," Carlisle sighed and shook his head. "I don't expect you to apologize," Carlisle paused.

"Good, because I didn't intend to, dad." Edward raised his eyebrows.

"But I want you to think before you go around hitting people, too." Carlisle said before walking towards the door. "You almost broke his jaw… Bella," Carlisle said before leaving the cabin.

Edward sighed and stood up from his seat, walking over to me. I put my head in his hands, looking up at his green eyes. He looked tired, but also frustrated.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

"I don't ever want to be that brawler I once was. I don't want you to have to see that part of me. I'm sorry that I lost my control today. I should listen to my father and exercise control and just turn away from people like him. But I also want you to know that I'm not going to let anyone talk about you the way he did. I will always defend you." Edward pulled me up and placed a sweet chaste kiss on my lips.

"I know that." I sigh and hold him to my body. "There's only one thing left to do," I smiled up at him.

"What's that?"

"We need to tell my dad that we're together now and always have been." I smiled quietly.

Edward and I never talked about whether or not we were 'together' or not, but we've told each other we love one another. We have made love countless times. I would consider him and I together. I know that we will always be together when we're away at school.

"I suppose we should now that all of the Mike stuff has been taken care of," Edward mused with a crooked grin.

"Suppose you're right." I smiled up.

Edward tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear smiling down at me as though he hasn't had a rough hour or so. He looks happy, finally. And what's more is that I feel happy since I've met him, despite the different obstacles that we've had to overcome in the past few weeks. Despite the stupidity that Mike brought upon not only Edward and I's life, but on Tanya's and Jessica's.

"Do you think he'll like me?" Edward mused.

"We can try at dinner tonight." I suggested as I nuzzled his chest.

"Good idea," Edward kissed my forehead.

"Dad, please be nice," Rosalie pleaded, her hands folded in front of her face with a hopeful look on her face.

Rosalie, Alice, and I all invited our boyfriends to dinner tonight to formally introduce them as such. Rosalie was on the ball with asking Charlie and Renee first. Unfortunately Alice was on her own with her parents, but Bernard and Mary didn't seem as apposed to Jasper as Charlie was apposed to all three of them because of his favoritism and blindness towards Mike.

"I will be as civil as I am capable of Rosalie, and not an ounce more." Charlie grumbled.

"Rosalie stop bugging your father, you have your answer," Renee warns as she takes dad's elbow.

"Bella," Rosalie grumbled exasperated.

"Daddy, please, clean slate?" I plead in my innocent voice. An innocent voice that probably wasn't as effective now that I'm no longer innocent.

"Bells, Rose, give it a break. I'm going to be nice to the boys." Charlie sighed as we walked to the door meeting Mr. and Mrs. Brandon.

"Bernard," Charlie grumbled raising a thick eyebrow. Bernard nodded his head in agreeance.

Alice and Mrs. Brandon followed behind Mr. Brandon. Alice wore a very confident, radiant smile. Her father could not contain his contempt for the events that was about to unfold upon him. Meeting Jasper as a man who was teach his daughter things about nature is one thing, but now Mr. Brandon is well aware that Jasper is more than that, he's her man. Mr. Brandon pulled out Mrs. Brandon's chair along with Alice's and left a chair beside Alice vacant.

My father pulled Rosalie, mom, and my chairs before he seated himself. He left a chair between each of us to make room for Edward and Emmett. As our waitress came around the table to fill waters and offer bread baskets while our entrées are being finished we waited for the three men to show up.

Walking into the west side of the dining room came Emmett, Jasper, and Edward. They were dressed in black dress pants and dress shirts. Edward's button down white dress shirt made his copper hair look rebellious and his green eyes radiant. Jasper wore a light blue shirt which helped his eyes shine brighter than usual, and his strawberry blonde hair which was unusually long looked tamed, held back by a leather tie. Emmett wore a bright yellow dress shirt, and he wore a large dimpled smile on his face as he approached first.

"Officer Swan," Emmett shook my father's hand as he stood. "Nice to see you yet again." Emmett smiled and took his place beside Rosalie.

"Mr. Brandon, nice to finally keep your company again." Jasper's southern charm was not lost on Mr. Brandon, who reluctantly smiled back at Jasper.

"Officer Swan," Edward held his hand out to my father.

My father looked at Edward's extended hand. My father's brown eyes peered at him with skeptical eyes. My mother must have pinched him under the table or she must have kicked him because my father blinked rapidly and shook Edward's hand politely.

"Thank you for allowing us to impose on your dinner," Edward smiled as he sat down beside me, taking his napkin off of his plate onto his lap.

"So, just how old are you young men?" My father's voice gruff as he begins the conversation.

I grimace… This is going to be a very long night. Edward gives my knee a reassuring squeeze as he smiles up at my father, ready for the onslaught of questions that is sure to ensue upon the three of them.