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

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PS: For those that don't know, I posted outtakes for this story. It's about Edward.

For those who reviewed, I read them all but didn't find the time to answer. I hope this upcoming week, I'll make time to answer. Next update will be on Saturday because Sunday...I'll leave on vacation for a few weeks. I hope to be able to update once or twice, but no promises.

We were back in the bus for some good hours. It was night and everyone was sleeping. I couldn't. Every guy was snoring; it was like a concert of sorts.

I had talked with my Dad earlier, and he was still on bed rest. I really had to thank Sue for how much she was helping. After returning from this game, I planned on going to him for a few days. I just had to find a car.

A thump, followed by a loud snore, made me turn my attention to Edward. His head had fallen against the window. I sighed, snuggling close to him and trying to fall asleep again.

I felt Edward wrapping his arm around me, bringing me closer – not even waking up. I giggled, pressing my cheek to his chest, finally falling asleep.

"Hey! Wake up," he whispered. "Bella."

"What?" I grumbled.

"We're there. You have to wake up."

As I came around, I became aware of parts of my body I didn't know existed. I could have been mauled in my sleep for all I knew. Every inch hurt.

I groaned loudly, rolling my shoulders and making them pop. "I'm not sleeping in a bus ever," I mumbled.

"My neck is killing me. I should have stolen Bob's pillow," Edward snickered.

As we piled out of the bus, I saw that everyone was just as stiff as me. Shaw took the team aside, telling them something.

"Slept well?" Rose asked, coming to stand next to me.

"Perfect," I grumbled, turning my whole body toward her since my neck wasn't cooperating.

"I think we got lucky," she whispered. "You can try it on the way back. The bench at the back of the bus is very comfortable."

"You got lucky?"

"Not in that sense!"

I laughed. "I'm stealing that spot," I agreed with her.

We went inside the hotel, only to realize we were going to be like in a camp. A few beds in a room. Shaw joked about night traffic, and finally allowed mixed pairs knowing that's how it was going to end.

"Okay," Shaw said loudly, standing in the middle of the lobby. "I have only one room for a couple, the others have three beds, but the couples can share a bed."

Edward left my side, hurrying to snatch the key, but Jasper was quicker.

"Give it here," Edward demanded, trying to extract the key from his friend's hand.

"No way! I'm not sleeping in the same room with who knows who!"

"Neither am I!"

"Boys!" Shaw said loudly. "Whitlock, grab your bag and go to your room. And don't forget about the meeting in three hours."

"What? No!" Edward moaned.

What was so bad to have others in the room? I remember liking it when I went to those summer camps. This was going to be like that.

"Room 100," Shaw started, saying three names. The guys grabbed their bags and the key, going to their room.

Rooms 101 and 103 were with cheerleaders. I felt like gagging every time I looked at them. They were the cliché kind. I started to wonder if there were any normal cheerleaders in the world.

"Room 102: Cullen, Newton, Preston."

When neither Edward, nor Emmett moved, Shaw chuckled. "Emmett."

They left, and Edward sighed. "Great. I would have killed Newton in his sleep."

I laughed as he shrugged unapologetically. "Look at the bright side! We're stuck with Bob."

"Yey!"

"Room 105: Cullen, Gravel, Simpson."

I took the key since the guys were carrying their bags.

"What kind of low class hotel is this?" Jared grumbled.

"It's probably a two stars hotel," Bob answered him.

"Where one of the stars is fallen," Edward added, snickering.

It didn't look that bad. For what we needed, it was good. "Didn't you hear?" I asked. "It's for sportsmen. Your coach said so."

"So we have to share with the bugs?" Jared groaned.

"What bugs? It's really clean," I told him, rolling my eyes.

We had arrived in front of the door. As I tried to open the door, Jared and Edward went to the room next to ours to see how it looked.

"Need help?" Bob asked from behind me.

"I'll appreciate it."

"Let me." He grabbed the key from me and tried opening the door. I was doing something wrong because it opened immediately at him.

There was a shrill scream from the room next to us and we went there to see what had happened.

"I bet they were naked and they shit themselves when they saw the guys," Bob told me, laughing.

"I bet it's a bug, though I don't want to believe Jared."

"Five," Bob told me, smirking.

"Ten." I shook his hand.

We stepped into the room. I had been right. There was a huge ugly bug above one of the beds. Edward was on the bed, with a shoe in his hand. The three girls were huddled in a corner, whimpering.

Jesus! I hated bugs, but I never acted like that.

Edward smashed the shoe to the wall, but the bug fell and then scurried out from under the bed…toward the cheerleaders. Jared was on the way and I thought he'd kill it…not jumped aside, letting out a scream.

"You fucking bug," Edward shouted, jumping off the bed and smashing his foot on it. "He's dead," he announced proudly.

Bob elbowed me and started clapping loudly. I joined him, doing my best not to laugh.

Unaware of our presence, until then, Edward looked toward us surprised. A second later, the three girls jumped on him, thanking him for saving them from the bug.

Really? I mean, really?

When a minute had passed and they hadn't let go, and I could see Edward was squirming, trying to free himself – I cleared my throat loudly. They let go, glaring at me. What the fuck was wrong with them? I thought everyone was over that shit.

"Jealous much?" Bob snickered.

"You owe me ten bucks," I muttered to him, turning on my heels and going back to our room.

I dumped my bag at the foot of one of the beds and took some things out, like soap, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush and towels. Arms wrapped around me and warm breath fanned on my neck.

"Hey."

"Hi, Mr. Hero," I answered, putting all the things on the towel.

"Bella, they just asked…okay, they didn't ask...they started shouting when they saw it. Simpson was backing away like the pussy he is and I had to kill it."

"I know. It's what happened after that…bugs me."

Edward turned me in his arms. "You know better than to be jealous of some air-headed chicks. Besides, it's you I always want. It's you I love," he murmured, leaning his head down and kissing me.

I sagged in his arms, forgetting why I was upset. He was right. "I love you too. And…I trust you," I mumbled against his lips.

He grinned, squeezing me in his arms. "Shower?"

"That's what I wanted to do. Maybe my muscles will loosen up."

"I can try giving you a massage, but I don't promise it will help. Alice gives a mean one, though."

"I'll think about it," I said. "Grab your things."

Bob and Jared came in the room, laughing about something. When Bob saw us, he started humming Hero by Enrique Iglesias.

Edward grabbed my shampoo and hurled it toward him. It hit him in the head then fell, exploding, covering Bob in red goo.

I didn't know what to do – laugh or cry. The whole thing was funny as hell, but I was sure Bob was hurt and…I didn't have with what to wash my hair.

Shaw chose that moment to come into inspection. His eyes widened when he stepped inside the room, watching Bob, alarmed.

"Gravel, what happened?"

"Do I have permission to kill Cullen?" he asked through greeted teeth.

Definitely army, I thought to myself, remembering their practices.

"What's the meaning of this, Edward?" Shaw groaned.

"He started it. I swear."

"I did not!" Bob shouted, looking at his now red pants.

"You have five minutes to explain what happened here," their coach threatened them.

"He and Jared went to the cheerleaders to see the room when he should have helped his girl opening the door. Then we heard a scream from the other room and went to see what had happened," Bob started talking.

But Edward overlapped him halfway his speech. "Simpson said there were bugs and I didn't believe, but there was one in the girls' room. And the fucking pussy backed away…I decided to kill the bug myself."

"And then they called him their hero," Bob added.

"And Gravel came back here humming some lame song about heroes and I was talking with Bella…"

"Yeah, because she was jealous of the squad." Bob smirked.

If I were an outsider, I wouldn't have understood anything. And I wanted to hurt them both for bringing me into the mess.

"And Edward threw my shampoo toward Bob," I supplied when Shaw eyed the red thing that was covering Bob.

"I see," Coach Shaw said slowly, nodding. "I expect you both right away on the court for a talk. But before that, Gravel, you go and wash. And you, Cullen, go and buy a shampoo for your girlfriend." He turned on his heels and left, shutting the door behind him.

We stood stunned for a long time.

"Fuck, I smell like strawberries," Bob moaned, breaking the silence. "It's better than baby vomit."

We all burst into laughter. He went to wash and Edward was ready to go buy me a shampoo. I explained that I didn't really need one. I could stay unwashed for a day or two.

While the boys were at practice, I was with Rose and Alice in the city. I was sure that if someone made me live in LA, I'll probably kill myself before I got there. It was giving me a huge headache just from walking the streets and going in some shops, because Alice had seen who knows what. We had some sandwiches for lunch, waiting for more consistent food for after the practice, when the boys would join us.

Around six in the evening, we met with the boys and went to a small restaurant. It wouldn't have been a problem if they hadn't decided to wear their jerseys. Of course, everyone supported the local team – we were the enemies. We managed to eat and get back to the hotel without tomatoes or eggs on us.

While I went to shower, Edward searched for the pajamas in the bag and Bob continued his conversation with Tanya. They had been on the phone since we left the restaurant. When I was out of the shower, he was still on the phone and alone.

"Hold on," he muttered, covering the mouthpiece. "They're in Emmett's room."

I nodded, making my way there. I knocked on the door and Rose opened it, grinning.

"Hey, come in. We're having a preview of tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"We're preparing for the real party that is going to be tomorrow night!" Emmett said loudly. "We're so going to win."

"Yeah! Cheers!" A guy from the team – that I always forgot his name – knocked his bottle of beer on Emmett's before drinking.

"Aren't those guys good? I remember they were," I mumbled, not really sure. All I remembered was what had happened last year after the game – when I had confronted them for hurting Edward and Spot.

"But we're better," Edward told me, winking and patted the spot next to him.

Rose offered me a beer but I declined. I chose to take a sip or two from Edward's.

When we returned to our room, I snuggled next to Edward, the bed too small for both of us.

"No shady business, right, Captain?" Jared asked in the dark room.

"Like I'll give you the satisfaction," Edward snorted, hugging me closer and nestling his head in the crook of my neck.

*RA*

Next day was spent in the same manner. The boys had practice and I was out with the girls. When it was finally show time, we went to the arena. There was a group of people that came to support us, but we weren't even fifty compared to the others.

When the players were introduced, I recognized Damian and Jason. I didn't want to know what may happen this year.

I could see the officials from the NBA and thought back on the whole mess it had started. I was glad Emmett and Edward were okay. It wasn't like the end of the world. Emmett could try on his own and if he put his mind to it, he'd get what he wanted.

The game started, and unlike any other time, I watched it with batted breath, aware the opponents were very revengeful. They opened the score, but we equaled quickly. Edward scored most of our points making the commentator say something about him really being number one as it said on his jersey. That earned a loud booing noise from the UCLA's fans. Rose had told me there were a few universities that were really insane about the games and UCLA wasn't the exception. After the break, Shaw didn't send Edward back, probably keeping him for the last few minutes.

I couldn't see him from my spot, but I was sure steam was coming off his ears because Mike Newton was his substitute and he wasn't good at all. He even threw the ball to Damian once and another time, to my shock and horror, scored…in the other hoop. After that, there was a commotion from our bench and within a minute, Edward was back on the court, shoving Newton away. I could hear his curses from where I was seated.

We were leading with ten points when Jason, if I saw correctly, shoved Bob away. He fell and didn't get up. The game was stopped. Our team was next to him, huddled together while a medic rushed there to assert the damage.

"And so it starts," Alice mumbled.

"That's the best they can do? I mean…if they can't win fair and square, they start hurting our players?" I asked angrily.

"That's how the roll. They've always been like this. You should see the ones from NY. Two years ago, the second the game started, one of them pushed Emmett away as soon as the whistle was heard. And Em didn't even have the ball," Rose explained.

"So…we're like saints? Why don't they do it right back?"

"Because they don't stoop to their level. Unless provoked. Like now. So…brace yourself for an ugly end."

Ugly didn't begin to describe it. Bob was rushed out and Anderson – the guy I always forgot his name – was in his place. The first to commit fault from our team was Emmett. I could see they were angry, but if they let it rule…they'd lose. The Bears were leading us. Then Jacob crushed into Damian while the latter was trying to attack Edward. It started to look like a box match.

Ten minutes before the end, Shaw changed Jasper and Jared since they were exhausted. We regained the lead and guarded it until the end. The decibels rose as the last seconds ticked by. Everyone was shouting, singing, or jumping.

Thirteen seconds before the end, Shaw brought the team to the bench to talk to them. When they went back, Jake was right in the middle of the Bears' side with the ball in his hands, but in spite of shooting, he threw it toward our side. Edward caught it and hurled it toward the hoop on the other side of the court. I stopped breathing as I watched the ball zooming above everyone's head, hitting the metal board behind the hoop before circling it a few times. No one was moving, everyone was watching the ball.

"Go in," I mumbled under my breath.

And it did. And everyone that was a Husky's fan started cheering. The timer buzzed and the game was over.

"If he hadn't the officials convinced until now…well, he's in for sure after that stunt," Alice screeched, turning to me, and hugging me tightly. Rose hugged me from the other side and we started jumping.

The second, we could make our way to the court, I zoomed down the stairs. Edward was talking with Shaw, a shit eating grin on his face.

As if sensing me, he turned to me and opened his arms. I flung myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist, arms around his neck as I kissed him soundly. He chuckled, spinning me around.

"You were amazing!" I told him, grinning. "The last shot was great."

"It was, huh?" he asked smugly.

"Great job!" Emmett clapped his back then ruffled my hair. "We're going to see how Bob is before going back to the hotel."

"Yeah, I'm coming too," Edward told him, carefully putting me back to the ground. "Are you joining us?"

"Of course! You think he's okay?"

He shrugged, saddening a little. "I truly hope so."

"Edward!" Shaw shouted, getting his attention. "Come here for a little while." I could see the officials there.

Edward's jaw clenched. "Tell Gravel I'll see him as soon as I can." He kissed my cheek quickly, turning to Emmett. "Keep her away from Damian." He smirked before going to his coach.

Emmett wrapped his arm around my shoulders, stirring me away.

"I don't need a babysitter," I grumbled.

"I remember being Edward's nurse the last time you were alone with that fucker," Emmett said chuckling.

"I was okay!"

"If you say so, Boop. Hey, babe!" he shouted, wrapping his other arm around Rose before kissing her cheek.

I turned three shades of red, squirming under his arm. "I promise not to get into trouble. I'm going to see Bob."

Emmett let me go, turning to Rose – probably forgetting about me, being engrossed in their kiss.

Someone took my hand, tugging me down a corridor. Before I could shout, I saw Jacob. He gave me a small smile.

"I'm going to see Bob, too. Did you enjoy the game?"

"Do you have to ask? I'm hooked. I never thought I'd like basketball, but here I am…" I shrugged, laughing. "Besides, anyone would like it after seeing a move like Edward's."

"That was impressive, huh? It was our only chance to up our score. Coach asked him about three times if he was sure he could do it, at which Edward rolled his eyes and nearly said 'Duh!', that was priceless."

I laughed, imagining him. We stopped in front of a door on which was a red cross. Jake opened it, poking his head inside. "Can we…?" he asked. "Oh, okay. Where?" He closed the door, looking worried. "He's at the hospital."

"Shit. Is he that hurt?" I asked, worried.

Jake shrugged. "The guy in there said something about making sure there were no head injuries, routine stuff. I better go tell coach. Can you take care of yourself for a sec?"

"Why doesn't anyone have faith in me?" I moaned.

"Because we know what happened the last time."

I shoved him toward the court, shuffling behind him. I couldn't help but worry about Bob. He had rapidly become my best friend, especially over the summer when he had helped me so much.

"And here's the chick that had melted Cullen's frozen heart!"

My heart stopped and chills ran down my spine. I'd recognize that voice from a thousand. Damian. I quickened my pace, wishing I had just matched it with Jake's.

"In a hurry?" he sneered, catching my hand.

"Let me go!" I shouted, but the effect wasn't the one I wanted because my voice shook horribly.

"Cullen's not here to save you, is he? He's busy…with the NBA guys." His laugh made my stomach turn. Then my front was pressed against the wall. I shouted, but a hand covered my mouth.

Uh... someone thought Edward and Bella would get dirty in the bathroom... it wasn't the case.

I'll see you all Saturday...and now... I'm going into hiding before you start throwing rocks at me.