A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's been so frickin long. I switched computers and this one is refusing to open up Ffnet so I can't upload again (her momma probably blocked the sire – and for good reason too! LOL). The wonderful SOF (that's me! ;D How YOU doin'?) is helping me out again. So...yea.

Some people have been saying the story is marked as complete...it shouldn't be and it's not. We're not done with these fuckers yet.

The idea for this chapter was thought of on the train...where I do my most important thinking... So, once again, sorry for the long ass wait and erm...enjoy

Chapter 6: Friends

"Are you going home after this?" I asked Edward as we continued to mold our sandcastle.

"What do you mean?" he asked, continuing his work and not looking up at me.

"This, what?"

"After your lifeguard job is up. You're going back home?"

"Oh," he cleared his throat and sat back, wiping his hands on his pants. "Yeah, I guess I'm going back."

I nodded. "How come you're here anyway? Just felt like being a bodyguard?" I teased.

"No," he grinned. "I felt like getting away from home and my friend's dad owns the hotel and offered me a job as lifeguard for the summer. And it's Cancun, so why not?" he shrugged.

"Where are you staying? You know, I've never actually been to your place," I fake-pouted and half glared at him.

"I'm staying with my friend. I doubt he'd want to listen to your screams. 'Oh Edward! Oh Edward!'" he mocked in a high voice, throwing his head back in faux ecstasy.

"Shut up!" I yelled, blushing and punching his shoulder.

He gave me that grin that never ceased to make me return the favor and then his eyes focused on something over my shoulder. "Speak of the devil," he chuckled, wiping his hands again and standing. "James," he greeted, walking past me to someone.

Was this the mysterious 'friend'? I brushed the sand from my dress and stood, following Edward. He was a couple feet away talking to a tall man with short, choppy, blonde hair and blue eyes that narrowed when I got to him.

"Hey," I greeted to them both, feeling a bit awkward.

"Hey," Edward returned. "Bella, this is my good friend James. James, this is my friend Bella."

Friend? I shot a look to Edward that he didn't catch but quickly looked back to James' narrowed eyes as he held out a hand. "Hey, Bella. I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Oh, thanks. It's nice to meet you too," I agreed, taking his hand.

"Bella," Edward interjected. "James and I were just talking about heading to this party further along the beach. You're coming with me, right?"

"Um," I started, the word 'friend' still floating around in my brain and bugging me in ways I didn't understand. "I actually think I'm gonna head back to the hotel. Maybe hang with Alice," I lied. "It was nice meeting you, James."

I turned away and started back along the beach. I'd gotten back to our castle by the time Edward caught me.

"Bella!" He touched my arm, bringing me to a stop.

"What's wrong?" He bent down in front of me so that his confused eyes could look into mine.

"Nothing. I just want to go home."

"Bullshit. Tell me."

"Just leave it alone, okay?"

"No."

"Oh, 'cause suddenly you care so fucking much?" I snapped, coming unhinged and impatient with his fake concern and worried face.

"Whoa. What the hell is happening right now?" he asked, giving as good as I gave him.

"I don't know, Edward. I didn't know we were friends."

"What?"

"Do you fuck all your friends or did you make an exception for me?"

"Bella-"

"If I wanted to be introduced as your fucking friend I would've asked you out for ice cream and not have fucked you."

"Can you just listen-"

"No, I don't want to. I just want to know when the fuck I became your friend."

"Bella, I told you what this was and you agreed with a fucking smile on your face, don't turn this on me!" he practically screamed at me.

I broke away from his angry gaze and stared at the waves, unsure of what to say. He was right. "You're right. I'm sorry." I shook my head and watched the anger fade from his eyes.

"Bella," he called when I started away from him.

"No, just, let me sort out my shit, okay?"

"Sort it out with me."

"Edward."

"Bella. Look, this is stupid. We have, what, eleven days left together? We don't have time to interrupt that with shit like this. No more titles. I'm Edward, you're Bella. That's it."

I shook my head. "Edward."

"You're Bella," he repeated, closing the gap between us and pulling me to him. His hands played with the hair at the top of my head and we just stood there, hugging for however long it was.

"Now, shut up about it."

A/N: I love the way these guys are together.