Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.

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March was here, and we still hadn't had time to talk it through. No one had questioned us, but the girls were dying to ask me about Edward and my inside jokes.

I woke up to a weird sound and saw Tanya banging her head to the nightstand. After complaining a minute, she went back to sleep. The sky was too bright, almost red. I went to the window, and had the shock of my life. Maybe this was the last snow for this season. I grabbed a pair of jeans, another shirt, a jumper and boots then put my coat, hat and gloves on, dashing out of the room. I came to a screeching halt in front of Edward's door and debated with myself for a second before pounding on it.

"Fuck you and your roommate!" That didn't make sense. He said funny things when he was barely awake. I kept knocking.

The door was snatched open to reveal an angry Cullen. "What the fu- Swan? Have you lost your fucking mind?" he moaned.

"Put some clothes on," I said excitedly.

"I'm dressed," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"We're going out. Jeans, sweater, boots, coat, hat, gloves. Hurry up, Cullen!" I was rocking my on feet, eager to go out.

He grumbled and went inside, falling on the bed.

"Nooo!" I moaned loudly. "Get dressed. You won't be disappointed."

"I can't keep my eyes open. Leave me the fuck alone!"

I snatched a pair of jeans and tried to put them on him.

"What the hell?" he looked at me, frowning. "Are you trying to molest me in my sleep?"

"Just get dressed!" I said impatiently. He did so, grumbling under his breath. When he was done, I took his hand and rushed down the stairs and outside.

He glanced around and then settled his gaze on me.

"So what are we doing here, Bella? It's freaking four AM and I'm freezing!" Edward complained, rubbing his eyes, trying to stay awake.

"Angels," I laughed and took his hand then started running to our tree.

"Slow down, woman. Umph!" We tumbled down as I slid on a path of ice, dragging him with me.

"Is this your life desire?" he grunted, rubbing his ass.

"Huh?"

"To kill the captain…"

"Don't say that. I slipped, you know," I said softly and hugged him, wanting to forget what had happened a while ago. I threw some snow at him to lighten the mood.

"Oh, no! That means war!" he declared and jumped on me. I shrieked and we started rolling in the snow like two kids.

He pinned me under him, breathing hard, eyes narrowed at me. "You're out of your mind."

"Thank you?" I grinned.

"It wasn't a fucking compliment. It was the raw fucking truth."

I started to giggle and put my hands, full of snow, on his face.

"Jesus!" he groaned, shaking his head. He pinned my arms again and after gazing at me for a minute, descended and caught my lips in a deep kiss. Close mouthed. "I missed you," he whispered after we broke apart.

"Are you going to be good?"

"I won't hurt you again," he murmured and pressed his lips to mine, again.

"What have I taught you, Cullen?"

His head snapped up and watched me worried. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Everything!" I moaned. "I might as well be talking to the walls."

"Shit! Date. Kiss. Fuck…."

"What?" I gaped at him, pushed him on his back and scrambled up.

"I said… date then kiss."

"You said… fuck!" I said incredulously.

"It was meant as an interjection!"

"Really? Why don't I believe you?"

"Let me prove you wrong. Come out with me," he said confidently, raising on his knees and looking up at me.

"We're out," I smirked to him.

"On a date," Edward said, aggravated, running his hands over his hair.

"We'll see about that."

"You are killing me, Swan. What about coffee?" he asked, hopefully. "It's dawn, anyway."

"I remember telling you that caffeine doesn't mix with running."

"You have to be kidding. It's snowing! Besides, it's Thursday."

"Makes things more interesting," I told him, amused.

"My ass isn't amused."

"Shall I kiss it better?" I teased him.

"Now, you'll get it good, Swan!" he yelled and tackled me to the ground.

What possessed me, I don't know, but my hands went to his ass and squeezed. "Feels fine to me."

He moaned rather loudly and grounded his hips in mine.

"Coffee!" I said louder than I intended and jumped on my feet, surprisingly not falling. I looked down to find Edward buried in the snow. He got up, rubbing his red nose. "You look like Rudolph!"

"I'll show you Rudolph. If you want to live, you better run," he threatened. I didn't wait to be told twice, I took off in the general direction of Starbucks.

The boy behind the counter jumped, startled, when I bounded inside. Cullen followed a second later, catching me and sending me into a sofa. I fell unceremoniously on it.

Someone cleared their throat and we turned to the intruder. "If I'm not interrupting anything, could you not destroy the furniture? Can I get you a coffee?"

"Caramel Macchiato. Two," Edward said cockily and put me in a sitting position on the couch.

"Caramel. Are you a softie?"

"I'm making a list, Bella," he growled. "You'll pay for every slip."

"I'm scared," I said, widening my eyes.

"You should be," he said quietly.

"When are you going back?" I asked, curious.

"Where?" he asked confused.

"On the court."

"I don't know. When Dad tells me, I guess. I miss that," he sighed and slumped in the plush sofa.

"And you aren't training while you are not playing?"

"Last week I started with small things, but after ten of anything… I start coughing," he moaned, glancing at me. "And the damn game is in a month."

"Have you thought of not playing?"

"Have you lost your mind?" His lips turned into a smirk.

"Well…"

"As long as I have that inhaler and water around, I'm fine. I'll scream and kick if he says I can't play."

The baristo brought us our coffees and Edward gave him some cash.

"Don't complain," he muttered to me.

"Why would I? You invited me!"

"You've changed, too. Last time I bought you coffee, you were pissed," Edward chuckled.

"You were annoying the hell out of me then."

"What changed?"

"Many things," I sighed. We moved at the same time, his arm came over my shoulder and I nestled my head on his chest. "I used to be scared at the mere thought of being seen with you," I laughed.

"You came to me willingly at this ungodly hour." He chuckled and squeezed me close.

"I didn't want to miss the last snow."

"What had I done wrong? Why did you drag me with you?"

"I thought it would be nice. They were some angels." I elbowed him.

"I haven't done that shit before."

"What a sad life." I realized what I said after the words were out. I turned my head to him and bit my lip. "Sorry."

"It was a sad life," he agreed, gazing at me. "Teenage was a turning point. I stopped being the awkward, scared kid… and became what you saw. I guess that was my way to put walls around me so no one would get close enough to hurt me again," he whispered.

"And the only girl you managed to trust… hurt you." I swallowed my tears and buried my face in his shirt.

"I had no idea what I could have told you. I felt like everything that I had done since fifteen went out the window when I saw you in the doorway of your room, in my shirt… looking hurt and cheated. I was such an awful person. I had time to think of everything I had ever done while I was in that shit hole."

People started filling the place, but I couldn't give a damn. I wrapped both my arms around him and sighed in content.

"We can't avoid it forever. We need to talk with the Inquisition," Edward said softly and drank from his Caramel Macchiato. "Won't you drink this? It's getting cold."

I reached for it and sipped, still nestled in his side. "I think Alice knows."

"I think the Ice Queen Bitch knows."

"Don't be a jerk."

"Isn't she a bitch?" he asked confused.

"You just don't like each other. This is important. What are we going to tell them?"

"We already let things slip," Edward said thoughtfully.

"If you want Alice and Rose's wrath then I invite you tell them what you did in December." I grinned and patted his chest.

"Why are you so me-"

"Eddwaaard!"

He froze under me, his heart going into overdrive. "Fuck."

A blonde girl I didn't recognize plopped on his other side. "You're better!"

He squeezed my shoulder and cringed into me. "You could say that," he said uneasily.

The girl threw me a glare as if to say, 'What the hell are you still doing here?' I could have gone to the bathroom and left him with the bitch, but I decided to ignore her. He had suffered enough.

"Play along," I whispered in his ear, so only he heard. "Are we doing it tonight?" I asked, trying to continue our previous conversation, but with innuendo. Maybe the bitch would take a hint.

Edward seemed to understand me and grinned, turning to me, his back to the Blonde Bitch. "Yes. Of course," he said slyly.

"Your room?"

"Nah. Emmett's maybe," he said seriously. The Blonde Bitch gasped.

I was rummaging my brain for what to ask and make it sound dirty when Blonde Bitch Two sauntered herself towards us and to my utter surprise and disgust, plopped into his lap. "Eddie!"

"What the fuck?" Edward shouted, attracting attention to us. "Get off."

"Here?" she asked, blinking at him. Maybe he was slow, but I got her innuendo better. I was on my feet and with a handful of her cattish blonde hair in my fist.

"Get lost!" I hissed.

"Eddie!" she whined and tried to free her so-called hair from my hand. Too much straightening would do that to a hair.

"Carmen?" he frowned, eyeing her. "You'd better listen to Bella."

"It's Sandra!"

I exploded in laughter. He wasn't even close to her real name this time. She turned to me, glaring. "Why aren't you defending your name?" she asked angrily.

I smirked at her. "He got it right. Now kindly get lost, before I throw you out myself."

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. This asked for war.

Blonde Bitch One had disappeared sometime during this chaos. But this one, seemed to have a death wish. She launched at Edward, and if I hadn't caught her hair, she would have kissed him.

"Oww! Let go, crazy girl!" she cried. I didn't care if it hurt her. I dragged her out and pushed her in the snow.

"Keep your fake fingers and lips from him." I turned back and I could have sworn that everyone was gaping at me, but when I had the courage to peek around me, no one was looking at me.

"Bella! You really shouldn't have," Edward told me and wrapped me in his arms.

"You weren't doing anything. I had to take the matters in my hands."

"Quite literally," he chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Thanks."

We weren't disturbed until we left the coffee house. My gloves were wet and I hadn't bothered to put them on so my fingers were freezing. Edward caught one hand in his and put in his pocket, while I stuck the other one in my pocket.

"Cullen!" He stopped and turned to look for who had called. It was his coach. "How are you, my boy?"

"I'm better," he answered. "Can I come tomorrow?" he sounded very hopeful.

"What has the doctor said?"

"I'll be fine, soon. But, sir, I just want to be there! I miss the court."

Coach Shaw glanced at me then sighed. "Do you promise to stay on a bench?"

"Yes!"

"Cullen, we have the lady as a witness."

"I'll just stay put. I promise. Thanks, Coach!"

I went with him to the practice, the next day.

"Enjoy watching, captain?" one of the boys taunted him.

"Fuck off, Simpson!"

"That's more like it! I haven't heard your trills in some time," Bob laughed.

"Gimme that." Edward lunged to a guy that had a ball in his hand. He took the ball and threw it in Bob's direction, nearly taking his shoulder out of the socket.

"Was that a ball in your hands, Cullen?" Edward froze and turned to Coach Shaw.

"You see… I wasn't playing… it was just… training! Yes. Training." He grinned, proud of his silly excuse.

"What do you say to three laps?"

"Right there, sir." He saluted and started jogging.

"He's in high spirits," Alice observed, looking at me.

"What would I know about it?" I asked.

"You seem to always be with him, lately." Rose joined in. Shit.

I knew that this time I wasn't leaving the conversation unscathed and that my silly excuse would give me away. "We were talking RA stuff." I didn't believe myself, which it was always a bad sign.

"When is the next meeting? I miss the ones you held together," Alice announced me. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"We haven't gotten that far."

"You haven't even talked!" Rose giggled. I blushed. "Alice! It happened." She squealed. Double shit.

"Have you finally admitted that you're Queen of Bitches?" Edward asked from behind me, making me jump.

"I was actually talking about you. Bella was telling me about your recent talk about RA things. When's the next meeting?" she asked, sweetly.

"Haven't talked about it," he said promptly. "Busy… doing other stuff."

"Like what?" They both asked at the same time. Triple shit. What was he going to answer to that?

"Like…" he trailed off dramatically. I tipped my head back and I knew what he was going to say from his face. "Tackling me and groping my ass," he finished, sounding pleased with himself.

"I tripped!" I groaned and elbowed him in the stomach. "And when I tried to get up… I uhhh braced on you," I mumbled, turning red.

"What were you doing in his room?"

"Are you the police and I didn't know?" I nearly shouted to Alice.

"She was coming to talk about the RA problems, but managed to have other problems. Like a bruised knee and-" Edward laughed, but didn't finish.

"Run," I growled, getting up and rounding on him.

"Not allowed." He winked to me. When I caught his elbow, his eyes widened. "If something happens, she's guilty!" he shouted to Alice, freed his arm and took off.

"Now, sit down a... Where are you going?" Alice asked confused.

"After him, of course. He won't get away with that!" I started running in the direction Edward had disappeared, but I didn't know the locker area… I would get lost. After a few rounds of the area, I was about to give up, when I heard a snicker from a room to my left. I tried to be sneaky, but bumped into a hamper, falling in it. I was out before I could get sick from the smell from inside.

"Jesus!" Edward groaned. "How much trouble could you get in?"

"Is that a rhetoric question? " I laughed, brushing my face and arms.

"I saved you in time." He laughed then became serious, leaning over me and looked down the hallway. "We're alone," he whispered conspiratorially.

"And…?"

"And… this." Edward pressed me into the locker to my right and started kissing me. "Can we just gather the fucking courage and tell them?" he asked between kisses.

"I like sneaking around." I giggled and fisted my hands in his locks, kissing him back.

"…should be here! I'll bring him!" Someone's voice rang from the empty hallway.

I jumped and pushed him away. "What are we doing here?" I asked, biting my lip.

"I came to get something from my locker… and you were angry, weren't you?"

"Oh about that!" I remembered.

"There you are!" One boy from the team was in the doorway.

"Problems?" Edward asked, still buried in his locker.

"Coach wanted to see you - something about the game."

"Right. I'll be right out," Edward's muffled voice answered.

I put my finger to my lips and winked at the boy then pushed Edward's ass, making him fall in his locker. I took off before he got up. I was nearly to the court when I heard his roar. "SWAN!"

Ooops?

They were on a break from what I could see. I wondered if I could escape.

"Boop! There you are!"

"Shhh," I hissed and peeked behind me. "Hide me."

"What have you done, now?" Emmett asked amused.

"Just hide-"

"WHERE IS SHE?" Cullen was angry. I bit my lip and clutched on the back of Emmett's jersey.

"Who?" Jasper asked from the bench where he was next to Alice, drinking some water.

"Take a guess! She's small and annoying as hell."

I watched Jasper's arm tightening around Alice.

"I swear I didn't do anything," she squeaked.

"What have you done, Bella?" Emmett whispered to me. We were quite a few feet away.

"Umm… pushed him into his locker?" It came out as a question, and it got a booming laugh out of Emmett. I punched him. "Idiot!"

"Emmett! You have to help me find her." Edward was getting closer.

"Coach wanted to see you." I could have kissed Emmett.

Edward looked torn, but turned back, going to his coach; his shoulders slumped. When he was at the mouth of the hallway to the locker rooms, he turned around. "You can come out from behind Emmett, Bella. And Em, try to keep your legs together. No pun indented." With that, Edward turned and continued to his coach's office.

Everyone was stunned into silence for a few minutes. Then we all started laughing.

"Moron," I grumbled and pushed past Emmett.

"Now, hold it right there, young lady! I save you from my rabid brother and that's the way you thank me?"

"Rabid. Keep that word in mind. He'd just love to hear that," Bob snickered. Emmett turned to him, leaving me alone.

"I haven't had so much fun in a long time," Jasper laughed.

"Ha ha!" I said sarcastically.

We all left together so it wouldn't seem weird when I ended up paired with Edward.

"Can I come running with you, tomorrow?" he whispered, tagging along.

"Sure. Seven, in case you had forgotten." I smirked.

"I remember waking you up a couple of times."

"Then I have the Earth Club. We're wrapping up our project. It shouldn't take long."

"Are you trying to make me ask you to lunch?" he asked.

"If the glove fits…" I whispered, biting my lip.

"We'll eat lunch after your club thing. I could come with you?"

"Would you be good?"

"As long as I don't have to do anything-"

"What are you two whispering about?" Emmett asked, coming between us and wrapping his arms around our necks.

"She was telling me about her project," Edward muttered turning to Emmett to punch him.

"Is it done?"

"Almost," I groaned.

"What did Coach want?" He turned to Edward, turning me with him since his arm was still around my neck. I tried not to trip over Emmett's feet.

"We talked about the game. I have to convince Dad that I'm fine."

"Convince? Aren't you fine?"

"Course I am!" Edward huffed. "I need to have time… training."

"The big game is at the end of April or maybe beginning of May if they push it," Emmett said thoughtfully.

"Not enough time," Edward moaned.

"Movie night! My room!" Alice's voice shouted from ahead of us.

"It's mine, too. What do you say?" Rose asked, turning to us.

"I'm in, babe," Emmett chuckled and winked at me. Of course, the pun wasn't lost to anyone.

"Count us in, too," Edward answered and before I could say otherwise, I was in his arms, thrown over his shoulder. "This way, you won't escape," he whispered.

"I'm soo doing it this time!" Emmett yelled. I saw him running to Rose and sticking his head between her legs, raising her on his shoulders and running towards the building. She was screaming something at him, probably that she'd kill him before we made it there, if she survived the door-frames.

"See you upstairs!" Edward said to Jasper and Alice then took off.

"Put me down, Cullen!" I screamed.

"Shhh! People may be sleeping at this hour."

"It's ten at night on a Friday! Put. Me. Down."

"In your dreams!" he swatted my ass and sprinted up the stairs. I debated my ingenious idea for a few seconds then swatted his ass too, since it was right there. Edward yelped and swatted back, harder. Oh so you want to play games? I swatted again and squeezed, earning a loud groan from him. I snatched his wallet from the pocket and stared at his ID. He looked like a convicted criminal when he was in his teens, but still very handsome.

"Anthony?" I found myself asking, surprised.

Edward stumbled over the last step, but caught himself in time. "What did you say?"

"It's right here," I giggled. "Cullen-Masen, Edward Anthony, June twentieth, 1989, fatheeeeeeeee-" I shrieked when he turned me around and put me down.

"Give it back," he growled.

"Come and get it." I started running to Rosalie's bedroom. I could hear him behind me. I entered the room and hid behind the door.

Rose threw me a curious look. I shook my head and returned my gaze to the ID in my hands.

So his previous name had been Masen. Why did he keep it? And Anthony… really? It had a nice ring into it, but who named their kid Anthony? It sounded like a warrior or fighter… or something, which probably he was. He had fought his past and finally managed to win. I truly hoped that.

I was so caught up in my musings that I didn't hear the door opening and closing. Suddenly, I was pressed against the wall.

"You have something that's mine."

I jumped startled by the sound of his voice so close. "I like it," I said, grinning and slapped the wallet to his chest.

He groaned. "No one knows that. Don't tell them! I won't hear the end of it," he whispered, keeping me pressed there.

"Fine. Can I call you Anthony?"

"No."

"What are you doing to Boop?"

Edward looked at me pointedly and I nodded, promising I wouldn't tell anyone about his name.

So, what do you guys think? Edward is serious about Bella and she is trying to keep the skanks away.

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