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.

Tomorrow I'm going on a short vacation. I hope to update at least once during the next two weeks, but I'm not sure. I'll keep my chapter in my doc manager here on ff . net so in case I can do it...I'll update. ;)

"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.

I trashed under him, trying to bite his fingers, but I couldn't open my mouth.

I felt him covering my body with his…I could feel him everywhere. I gave a muffled scream against his hand as he started feeling me up. Tears gathered in my eyes when I realized no one was going to come this way. They were just going to leave, to go to the hospital. When they'd realize I wasn't there, it would be too late.

Damian kept speaking in my ear, making me want to lurch. I could feel his boner against my ass and realizing his hand had loosened a little, I bit down. Hard.

He cried out, separating from me. I sprinted down the corridor, but he caught up with me.

"Going somewhere, princess?"

"HELLLP!" I yelled. "Eddwaaaard!"

"He's not going to hear you," Damian taunted me, pushing me against the wall. My forehead made contact with the hard wall. I because dizzy. It hurt so much.

"Edwaard!" I moaned, but I barely heard myself.

Damian came back around me, touching me, taunting me and somewhere along the way, I lost the will to fight him off. I kept mumbling Edward's name as if he'd magically appear. But when I felt his hands on my zipper, I shouted louder than ever. Then his weight was off me and I could hear grunts of pain, but everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I nearly had a heart attack. Bob's face was inches away from mine, watching me amused. He backed a little, smirking. He had a white wrap around his head and a huge purple bruise on his left cheek.

"Morning, sunshine!"

I frowned, and my head started pounding in pain. "What…?"

"I know you missed me, but you didn't have to keep me company in the room. Really, I would have survived the night without hearing you talk about Edward in your sleep."

I closed my eyes, blushing as I recalled the event from the previous evening. "Oh, shit!" I shouted, opening my eyes again. "What happened?"

"Heck if I know! I just woke up in the middle of the night with you mumbling Edward's name, telling him to pick his socks off the floor." He chuckled. "When I heard a small laugh from your side, I saw him there and…I knew I wasn't dreaming. It was weird to dream of you two, you know… Anyway, he explained in a few words what happened."

"Edward's here?" I whispered, looking around the room. My head hurt when I glanced at the window. It was too bright.

"He's off to grab some coffee. He didn't sleep. You gave us quite the scare."

"So…who found me?" I mumbled. I had no idea what had happened. Had Damian succeeded? I shuddered, biting my lip to keep from crying.

"Well, Edward found you. He was going to the medical room – he has an interesting bruise on his knee – when he saw you. Jared was with him, I think. He didn't tell me much after that, just that he brought you here because you fainted."

"Oh, yes. I hit my head on the wall."

"Yeah, we match." He winked. I touched my head and felt a wrap just like his wrapped around my head. "Maybe," he continued seriously after a few minutes. "Next time we play the Bears, you should be locked in a room or something."

"When are you going to play them? This is the last year," I muttered.

"Point taken."

I sighed. "Is there some water? And some painkillers?"

"I'll give you mine," he said.

"What about you? I can't possibly-"

"Shut up and swallow up."

I burst in laughter and he joined me soon.

"That sounded really dirty, you know?" I laughed. He poked his tongue out at me. "I can't wait to swallow up," I joked, grabbing the pill from his hand. I tried not to look at the IV.

Bob helped me up a little so I could swallow the pill. I gulped the whole plastic cup of water.

"Do you have more?" I whispered.

He laughed, and I fought the urge to smack him. "Does Edward know you like to swallow?"

"Fuck you, Bob!"

That was the moment Edward appeared in the doorway, his mouth open, his elbow still resting on the door handle, two cups of coffee in his hands. His eyes shifted from mine to Bob's then back.

Faster than the average human, he was at my side, the cups of coffee on the table, his arms around me.

"Fuck, Bella. You scared me so bad."

I wrapped my arms around him, minding the stupid IV. "I'm okay. Really."

He backed a little, cupping my cheeks, pressing his forehead on mine and then kissing me with so much love I felt my tears steaming down my cheeks.

"Are you hurt?" he murmured, opening his eyes to gaze down at me.

I was hypnotized, unable to form a coherent thought.

"She just swallowed up some painkiller," Bob explained.

I turned to him, breaking my contact with Edward. "I'll show you swallowing, Bob!" I hissed, giving him my middle finger.

He burst in laughter, but stopped quickly, grabbing his head. "That was our secret. Now, you outed us to Cullen."

"Yeah, what the hell was that?" Edward asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.

I turned red and looked everywhere but at him. "He started it. He told me to swallow up the pills."

"I didn't specify. You thought I was talking about the pills."

"Gravel!" Edward growled. "Don't make me hit you."

"Okay, okay. Jeez, you're no fun anymore," Bob mumbled, going back to his bed.

"So…" I trailed off, taking his hand.

"I thought you promised me to stay away," he whispered gravely.

"I did!" I insisted, but he gave me a skeptic look. "I was with Jake and then he heard about Bob being in the hospital..." I jerked my head to my left, making my headache return.

"Yeah, I know. If I hadn't been so worried about you, I would have broken his nose too."

"Too?" I wondered.

He chuckled. "I might have kicked Damian's ass. He had it coming, anyway."

"You picked up a fight?" I asked surprised, my voice rising.

"Yeah. Why is that so weird? He was hurting you." Edward squeezed my hand. "I wasn't scared. I knew I wanted to hurt him really bad. That was all I was thinking," he said, dropping his voice.

I glanced at Bob who was ignoring us, fiddling with his phone. I tugged on Edward's hand, making him lean closer.

"You don't have to lie or to be brave. I know you hate it."

"I'm serious, Bella. I wasn't scared at all. I saw red when we found you pressed against the wall and he was…I don't even want to fucking think about it. I grasped his collar and tugged him away from you before punching him. Jared helped and when Damian was on the floor, I started kicking my feet into his stomach. I don't know what I would have done if Jared hadn't stopped me. You had fainted and blood was oozing from the side of your head…" His voice broke and I quickly hugged him to me. Edward took a shuddering breath and pressed his cheek to my chest. "Promise me you'll always stay by my side."

"Okay," I whispered, kissing his hair. "Thank you."

"It's my job to protect you."

I burrowed my nose in his locks and sighed. The pounding in my head returned and combined with what he had just told me and the meds, made me sleepy.

Later, I was aware of hushed voices around me, but I couldn't open my eyes, so I went back to sleep.

Next time I came around, I heard Edward hissing at someone to keep the music down. Music in the hospital? Since when?

I groaned because along with waking up came my headache. As I opened my eyes, I was aware of two things. I was moving and I wasn't in the hospital bed.

"Hey, are you awake?" Edward whispered from above me. My head was on his lap.

"Where am I?" I mumbled.

"The bus. We had to leave."

My eyes widened. "What?"

He chuckled, pressing his finger to my nose. "You were sleeping soundly. I couldn't wake you."

"Oh."

I raised a little, bracing on his leg with one hand and with the other I brought his head closer. He smirked, pressing his lips to mine. I could never get enough of kissing him. He was amazing. Not wanting to part from him, but wanting to get up, I wound my fingers in his hair, sitting up and straddling his lap. Edward groaned, bringing me closer to him.

"Cullen, report to me," Shaw's voice said through the speakers. There was amusement in his voice.

We separated, and to my surprise, his cheeks were pink. When we looked up, we saw Emmett and Jake doubling over, standing in front of us.

"You told him!" Edward accused them. "Why the fuck would you do such a thing, Emmett?"

"Because it was nauseating to hear you suck face."

"Fuck you!"

"Cullen, I'm waiting," Shaw reminded him.

"I'm coming, Coach!" he yelled.

I snorted loudly before starting to laugh. Everyone joined me soon. Edward got up, scowling at me.

"You're spending too much time around him. Thinking like that…" Emmett shook his head.

"Like that wasn't the first thing you thought of!" I told him, rolling my eyes. "You, boys, think of sex every five minutes."

"Honestly? I thought of the word as it was meant, as in Edward going to coach."

"Told ya, Bella! You aren't a chick. You're one of us," Bob quipped from a few rows ahead.

I groaned, lying back on the bench. I was glad I was asleep when Edward brought me here. We had snagged the bench.

When Edward returned to me, his face was red and he slapped Emmett in the back of the head before slumping next to me. He told me about what I had missed – like his position in NBA. It was sure he would start on a team next season.

I didn't have words to tell him how happy I was for him. I just hugged him tightly and told him that I proud and I loved him.

Over the next few weeks, I accompanied him to a few other games away and once, Shaw allowed us to stay alone in the room. And next day, he was punished because he was late for practice. In my defense, I had tried waking him up then gave up because he looked so peaceful.

I was dreading Valentine's Day. I kept having flashbacks of seeing his lifeless body in Emmett's arms, or how he struggled, fighting for air while he was locked in his car.

As promised, he didn't go overboard with the whole thing. Actually, we spent the Eve of the day in his room watching movies and eating popcorn, being our silly selves. I fell asleep in his room, too tired to move to mine, and not really happy to be alone again. As much as I didn't stand Tanya's presence in my room, I missed her. She had moved in with Bob, in his house.

I woke up to knocking on the door, but when I felt Edward roll over and out of the bed, I dozed off again, but was aware of what was going on around me.

"What, fuckwit?" I heard Edward mumble as he opened the door.

"Did I wake you up? Sorry. I need you to keep this." Emmett. What could he want so early on a Monday morning? Was it even early?

"Wasn't it enough that you dragged me shopping? I'm not keeping that here," Edward hissed. What was Emmett giving him? Edward sounded repulsed.

"Please, bro. For me. Rose is likely to see it prematurely if I keep it."

"I'll show you prematurely," Edward snorted. "Fine. Hand it here and let me go back to sleep. It's five in the fucking morning."

There was a clapping sound – Emmett slapping Edward's back probably – then the door shut and Edward returned to the bed. He crawled behind me, wrapping his arms around me, sighing heavily against my neck before slowly going back to sleep. I joined him soon enough. I was positive I wouldn't remember what just happened when I fully woke up.

"Bella!"

I shot up, getting tangled in the blanket. "What?" I slurred out, rubbing my eyes.

"It's ten! I have a class in an hour. Did you have something? Did you miss a class?" Edward asked worried, running around the room, probably looking for clean clothes.

"Ten?" I moaned. "I lost my morning classes. I hope Bob went to them."

"Oh, sorry. I should have put my phone or something to wake us up."

"Stop worrying. It's not like the end of the world." I stretched, yawning. I reached for my phone to text Bob and see if he went to our classes when my fingers wrapped around something squarish and small. And velvety. My heart leaped in my throat as my head whipped to where my hand was. I was holding a small jewelry box. A ring box.

"What's this?" I whispered, barely hearing my voice.

"What?" Edward asked from the bathroom.

"This!" I shrieked, my voice shrill. I was sure I was going in a full panic attack.

He stuck his head out of the bathroom, looking alarmed, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. He visibly relaxed when he saw the box. "Oh, it's nothing," he mumbled, shuffling back inside the bathroom.

You've got to be kidding me! "Edward Cullen!"

"It's NOT what you think!" he shouted. A moment later, coming to sit next to me. "It's not for…you."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better," I said sarcastically.

"It's not even mine!" he groaned. "I'm so going to kill Emmett."

"Emmett?" I wondered, searching his green gaze.

"Yeah. I went with him a while ago to buy it. He's going to do it today and he gave it to me…because he was afraid Rosalie would find it prematurely," he said, rolling his eyes.

My eyes flashed at that word. I remembered it. "He was here early this morning?"

"Oh, so you were awake?"

"For a little while."

We sat there in silence, staring at the blue velvet box.

"Can I look…at it?" I whispered.

Edward shrugged, getting up. "Suit yourself. Fucking shoelace," he muttered, crouching to tie it.

I opened the box and gasped at the nice ring that lay under the cover. "It's really beautiful."

"It is, isn't it? I chose it," he explained, switching legs to tie his other shoelace. He sounded smug.

Before I could say something stupid about his good taste in rings, the door of his room opened and Rosalie stood there. My mouth unhinged as my brain shot signals to my fingers to close the box and hide it. Edward was quicker than me. He snatched the box from my hand and put it into his pocket.

I could imagine what she was thinking. Edward kneeling in front of me, me holding a ring box. Fuck.

"Good morning, Rosalie," he greeted, worry evident on his face.

"No!" she gasped. "Not you too!"

I changed a panicked look with Edward. "We no…" Very coherent Bella.

Rosalie left in a flurry, making Edward curse loudly. His hands went to his hair messing it. Then he reached for his phone.

"Em, we have an emergency… No, nothing bad happened… Well, maybe… You see…Bella was looking at the…" He cringed, putting the phone away from his ear. "I'm fucking sorry…. No, she thinks it's for Bella… she's going to kill you probably…. Nope… Okay, I will be ther-…No, I can't actually. I have a class, moron... No idea." Edward glanced at me, covering the mouthpiece. "Can you go to Emmett?" I nodded and he uncovered the mouthpiece. "Sure, she'll deliver the ring… Again, I'm fucking sorry, man…Yeah, 'kay. Bye." He sighed loudly, falling on his ass.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault, actually," I whispered, reaching over to him. He pressed his head to my legs before looking up.

"It's only Emmett's fault. Don't blame yourself, love. Get ready so you can give it to him so he can do it and be done with the whole mess."

"You want me to give it to your brother?" I asked cheekily.

"Bella! You know what I mean."

"I thought it was funny."

"I'm late," he whispered, springing up, kissing my lips once before grabbing his backpack and rushing out the door. "Lock up!" he shouted over his shoulder.

I laughed and on my way to the bathroom, I realized he had pocketed the box. I called him, but his phone rang from somewhere between the sheets. Had we slept on it? Then I realized it must have fallen from his hand when he reached up to kiss me. Great. I had to find him first. And I had no idea what class he had or what building he was in.

After getting ready for the day, I slumped on the couch, thinking of what should I do. Just then, his phone started ringing. As I picked it up, I saw it was Briana. She shared all his classes. She knew where he was.

"Hello!" I answered, happy.

"Uh… is this Edward's phone?"

"Yes, hi. It's Bella," I explained.

"Oh, hey Bella. Is Edward coming to class… Oh, he's here."

"Can you put him on the phone?" I asked.

"Sure." A moment later, he answered. "I forgot my phone," he said, laughing.

"You did. And the ring is in your pocket."

"Oh, fuck. I forgot… Emmett will scalp me."

"Relax!" I laughed. "I'm coming to get it. Where are you?"

Fifteen minutes later, feeling like cop extraordinary making my Daddy proud, I was in front of Emmett's dorm room with the ring. James Bond would be jealous on my skills.

The door opened and Emmett stepped out, closing the door behind him. "Boop, thank God."

"Hello, Emmett. I need a raise for this." I said, showing him the box.

"I promise to be the Godfather of your firstborn." He was serious.

"First, I don't plan on expanding the family anytime soon, and second, I will never name one of my kids Emmett."

"Ouch. I think you just insulted Mom," he joked.

"I think she was on the same drug mine was when she named me Isabella." I laughed, patting his chest. "Good luck."

"I need it. She's inside. Crying and telling me that it's okay…and that she'll wait until I was ready…and that she'll love even if I never ask her."

"I'm really sorry. I just wanted to see it. How was I supposed to know she'd burst inside Edward's room?"

Emmett patted my shoulder. "It's only my fault, Bella. I gave the ring to Edward. I told her you were with him."

"Oh, lighten up! You're going to be engaged in the next hour!" I laughed, kissing his cheek.

"If she still wants me."

"It was for me?"

I wrench out of Emmett's hold and we turn to the opened door behind him. A red, blotchy faced Rose stood there, sparkling with tears eyes boring on Emmett's face.

I had never seen him embarrassed or nervous. "Uhh, Rosie…"

I tried to back away, leaving them alone, but the ring was still in my hand. So I did the most awkward thing ever. I pressed it to Rose's hand. "I guess this is yours." Then I fled.

I wanted to hide in my room for the rest of the day, but I had classes. It turned out Bob had gone to our classes like a normal student and when we met for lunch, I copied his notes, filling him in on my hectic morning. He was too tired to laugh, but a few chuckles escaped him.

"Your turn," I said, finally biting on my pizza.

"It's Irina," he muttered, yawning loudly. "She's really fussy and… Fuck! Do I look like a responsible parent? I mean…I can't even take care of myself!"

"You're okay," I told him, grinning. "Did you find a job?"

"Nothing…and the ones I applied to…no one called. I'm still grateful Coach allowed me to play."

"Not before Edward pleaded with him for days," I reminded him.

Bob groaned, looking at his fish and baked potatoes. "I can't wait to be over with school, with basketball…I am dying for some grease."

I laughed, pushing my pizza to him. "We can switch."

"Really?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah." The way he acted, one would think he hadn't seen food in his life. The way he stuffed the pizza in his mouth, like a savage.

Suddenly his eyes widened and he chocked on the huge bite. I freaked, having no idea what to do. I was about to use my knowledge of Heimlich maneuver when I saw who was right in front of our table. Coach Shaw.

Bob finally swallowed some food and half spat it in a napkin, looking worried at his coach.

"Tasty, Gravel?"

I opened my mouth to tell him it was me, but Bob bowed his head. "I'm really sorry, sir. I was just…craving some pizza. Actually, the fish is mine."

"You were craving?" Shaw laughed. It was probably the first time I saw him laughing. "Are you pregnant?"

I was fighting a smile, but soon realized they weren't even amused. I tried not to pay attention to the scolding.

"Enjoy your meal."

I realized Shaw was gone and Bob had switched our plates again. "No more fuckery. I love my position," he muttered almost to himself.

After our afternoon classes, as we left the building, we bumped into Edward. Actually, I did. Literally. His hands shot up to steady me, chuckling.

"You're my last chance, Gravel," Edward said, wrapping his arm around my neck when he was sure I wouldn't fall.

"Whatever you want, it has to wait. I have to go home. And…you know what day is it?" Bob moaned, turning to me. "What flowers work best?"

Somehow, I had forgotten what day it was. I shrugged. "Whatever. The gesture counts."

"Okay, thanks. I'll catch up later," he said before rushing away.

"Great," Edward moaned. "Are you positive you don't want to do anything?"

"Yeah. Why was he your last chance?" I asked, titling my head so I could see him.

"Because it's fucking Pink Day and…I just want a game and no one wants to play."

"I will."

Edward looked a little scared for a second. "I don't want to have you on my conscience."

"I won't get hurt. I hope."

He laughed, taking my hand. "Do you really want to play basketball with me on Valentine's Day?" he asked incredulously.

"Sure. We're spending time together and you aren't spending money." I beamed at him.

"You're cracked."

"HEY!" I shouted, punching him in the stomach. Maybe too hard because he groaned loudly, bending over and rubbing the spot. "It's not nice to insult your date."

"I think you told me that before," he mused, peering down at me.

"It looks like it didn't register into your thick skull," I shot back playfully.

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