Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
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PS1: For those that don't know, I posted outtakes for this story. It's about Edward. And I'm working on more outtakes right now.
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I'm going to answer the reviews from lats week...I was just lazy.
When we returned on the campus, it was after eleven and Edward said he had to sleep. That made Emmett comment some more. If they started fighting, I wasn't going to break them apart. They were both just as guilty.
It was Jasper that went between them before they attacked each other. After a few heated words, Edward stomped toward his room. I told them goodnight and went after him.
Expecting a tantrum, I was shocked when he pressed me against the closed door once in his room, his lips attached on my neck, his hands under my dress. I wasn't complaining. Round two, here we come!
When I woke up, I realized I was alone. I had wanted to wish him good luck but overslept. After washing up, I decided to prepare for my presentation, but after over a dozen yawns I knew I needed caffeine.
With my sneakers on and my hand on the doorknob, I was ready to go. The door opened before I could move.
"Hey!" Edward greeted me grinning, two large cups of coffee in his hands.
"H-hi," I stuttered.
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked, frowning.
"I wanted some coffee. Did you finish? Already?"
"Uh, yeah. Cullen, remember?" He smirked, offering me a coffee cup.
"Do you know how you did?"
"I hope I did well. They'll tell us by Friday." He wrapped his arms around me. "Now, you don't have any reason to be jealous of my laptop."
"Oh, now, is payback time." I laughed. "My turn to finger the laptop."
"Oh, fuck. I almost forgot."
I toed my sneakers off and went back to the couch, ready to focus on my thesis. Edward followed me, sitting next to me, resting his cup on his stomach.
"When I was on my way to buy the coffee… Carmen called," he started, glancing at me. I nodded for him to continue as I scrolled down to what I had to memorize. I now understood him and his obsessive studying. "We have a little problem."
"What problem?" I asked worried, looking up.
"Well…she leaves with her husband for a few weeks. He surprised her with a trip to Europe…"
"And?" I urged him.
"She wants to give us the key and we can't just go and get it…you know? She could leave it with someone else, but I don't know…" He shrugged.
"Can she leave it with your… eh, Liz?"
He slapped his forehead. "I'm such a moron! I didn't think about that."
Of course, you didn't. I shook my head. "Anything else? I really want to start studying."
"Luck," he whispered, kissed my temple and got up, going to lie on the bed, pulling his phone out.
The rest of the week flew by. I shouldn't have worried about my thesis because it went better than I thought. Waiting to hear the grade was torturous, but I was busy packing so I couldn't dwell too much on that.
Saturday found me sitting cross legged in the middle of my room, throwing stuff in two directions. Things to keep and things to throw away, the keeping mounting was getting bigger and bigger. I kept looking at the clock every ten minutes, waiting for Edward to call and tell me what grade he got. He wasn't calling.
At six in the evening, the door opened and he slipped inside, stepping over my crap with a huge grin on his face.
"So?" I asked, titling my head.
He caught my head between his hands and kissed me soundly. "I'm still in shock. It's A. The professor just told me it's one of the best he had in a long time."
"I'm proud of you. I knew you could do it." I kissed him back.
"Are you keeping all these?"
"Uh, yes," I mumbled and continued to put them in boxes.
"What's this, Bella?" he suddenly asked. I could almost hear his smirk. I was afraid to turn and look. "Bella?"
I turned my head, peeking at him. He could have found the super short skirt Alice had made me buy, or my lollipops, or who knows what other silly possession? My eyes popped out when I saw my plush dog. Shit. Crap. No.
I tried gulping but I couldn't. My face was burning as I tried to make eye contact. "It must have gotten in my things," I lied.
"Oh, come on. I admitted to have Leo in my room. What's his name?" Edward asked, looking down at the dog in his hands.
"Smooch," I answered, looking at the dog. It had been my favorite childhood toy beside the oversized bunny.
"When we go to my room, I'll introduce you to Leo…if I find him," Edward said softly, walking to my side. "Here." He put the dog in my hands and because I was pathetic, I cuddled the toy. "Need some help?"
"You can put the books in that box," I whispered still embarrassed.
We worked quietly, with the exception of Edward's exclamations when he found who knows what in my crap. By ten, I was about to collapse over my crap. Three years wasn't that long, but it looked like one person could accumulate a lot in that period of time.
"You want to go to bed?" Edward asked after I yawned four times.
"I thought you'd never ask."
He took my hand, grabbed Smooch and led me out of my room. I locked up and trudged after him. When we got in his room, I made quick work of my bra and slipped out of my sweats before snuggling under his blanket. When he didn't join me, I looked up to see what he was doing.
"I'll never understand you. How can you take it off like that?" he muttered, looking at my bra.
"Practice." I shrugged.
He threw the dog to me and went to the corner of his room, rummaging through a box.
"What are you doing?" I moaned, lying back down, hugging Smooch to my chest.
"Searching… Oh, here we are!" he sounded enthusiastic. Then he turned around and showed me something I couldn't really see in the dark.
Edward shuffled to the bed, undressing on the way. "Here," he whispered, showing me what he got. It was a small lion. It was Leo. The fur looked yellow and the mane was untamed and it was really dirty.
"Oh." I couldn't say anything else. My words were caught in my throat and tears formed in my eyes.
"It's really shabby-looking, but that's because I abused of him," Edward murmured, running one finger over the plush toy.
"It's really nice," I told him. He shot me a small smile before linking our hand under the thin sheet that covered us and closed his eyes. I kissed his forehead and snuggled closer, letting the sleep take me.
Next day, we returned to my room to finish packing. When we were done, we sent the boxes to his house and moved to his room.
By the end of the next week, we were still working at his room. It was Thursday and we were in the middle of looking through some pictures we had found when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Edward shouted.
The door opened, pushing a box as it moved. Damn, his room was a mess. Bob poked his head around the door to see what was wrong then he saw the whole room. His face was priceless.
"Holy fuck! What are you doing?"
"It's called packing," Edward answered, stacking the photos and putting them away. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to steal your girl."
"What if I don't want to share?"
"You have to. I heard that the grades are up. We have to go see them."
I felt the blood leaving my head and my heart started pounding in my ears. They kept talking, but I couldn't hear them.
Edward waved a hand in front of my face, looking worried. "Are you okay?" Luckily I could read lips.
"I guess," I mumbled, the hearing coming back slowly.
Edward sat up, holding out his hand for me, helping me up. "Let's go," he said softly.
"Where?"
"To see your grade. You almost fainted on us. I'm coming with you."
The way to the building where our grades were posted seemed longer than usual, and I felt like throwing up.
When we arrived in front of the panel, I dug my fingers in Edward's arm. "I can't look," I said faintly. He wrapped his arm around me and looked for me.
I heard Bob whispering something then Edward told him "No" rather loudly, turning to me. I searched his eyes, hoping to see if it was a good grade or not. "Um, it's… B plus."
"I passed?" I squeaked.
"Why wouldn't you?"
"I PASSED!" I yelled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"This calls for celebration!" Bob said from behind me.
"Shouldn't you think of something else?" Edward grumbled, squeezing me close.
"What? Mom told me I can do whatever I want, if I pass."
That was how we ended up in Emmett and Jasper's room, a few hours later, drinking and joking. We shouldn't have been surprised when Bob brought Tanya with him, but we were, what surprised me the most was to see Bree there…with Jacob. I kept looking at them, unable to believe it.
After a few beers everyone was happy and Emmett was joking about what he'd do once Edward was really playing for the Bulls. It was nice he could joke about it, but I could see it was pissing Edward off.
"What about you?" Edward suddenly snapped. "You said you'd try getting on a team."
"Oh, I've thought about it…and realized that I like it as a hobby." He shrugged. "Sorry for my bitching last year."
Edward rolled his eyes. "Figures. So what are you doing?"
"I talked with Bob here and had a marvelous idea."
Uh huh. I could smell trouble. Bob and Emmett – the perfect troublemakers.
"We're going to open a store. A basketball goodies store," Bob explained.
"That's so…lame," Edward said, rolling his eyes. "But you know people will come just because you're my brother."
"That's the idea!"
"Fuck you!"
"Aw, don't be like that. It's gonna be fun."
"I'm going to change my fucking name," Edward mumbled to me.
"What about you?" Bob asked Jasper.
How we started talking about our future jobs was beyond me, but it was nice to know what would happen with our friends once we left. And we were going to leave college by the end of the first week of July if not earlier.
"I'm not sure yet. I have a degree in psychology but no one would hire me yet." Jasper shrugged one shoulder, taking a gulp of his beer. "I'll probably try something else first."
"Can I help with the shop? Because I have no idea what I want to do," Jake asked, looking expectantly at Emmett.
"Sure, man. The more the merrier. You can help too, Jazz."
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"What about you, girls?" Emmett turned to look around the room. Yeah, that was the trick question.
I sighed, dropping my head on Edward's shoulder. I had no idea what I'd do. I knew he'd start training in September and I'd be left taking care of the house. I only hoped we would be able to be installed by the end of August, which seemed unrealistic. We'd actually move in the house after middle of July, and a month and a half wasn't enough.
"So, Boop? What plans do you have?" Emmett questioned. Was it my turn already? I hadn't even heard the others talk.
"No idea. We'll see."
Alice launched herself at us, scaring the crap out of me. "I'm gonna miss you!" she wailed hugging both of us.
I glanced at Edward who looked just as startled as me. We hugged her back, telling her we could talk, visit.
"It won't be the same! I got so used with you here."
By Friday, July first, everything was shipped to Port Angeles. That night was a huge party, like the prom held in the arena. Initially, I didn't want to go, but Edward had convinced me somehow.
It was uncharacteristically warm for Seattle, so I settled for a knee length white dress. I had brought it last year while shopping with Alice. It had finally come the time to wear it. After a small argument with Rosalie, I accepted a pair of sandals that looked like death traps. The heel was 5.5 inches and the platform was 1.5 inches. She wanted me dead.
All the way to the arena where we had to meet the boys, I tried to keep my balance and it wasn't easy.
The music was pumping loudly as we approached the front doors. I hadn't even gone to prom and I was going to this ball thing. Just because I couldn't say no to Edward. That was going to come to my disadvantage in the long run.
I was surprised to hear the music choice and see the decorations. It looked like a scene from the eighties video clips. When I voiced my thoughts, Alice gave a weird look.
"Didn't you know? That's the theme."
"I didn't know, but I'm glad we don't have to listen to what's playing nowadays."
"So much like Edward. It's freaky," she mumbled, heading off.
I scowled after her before turning to Rose.
"Look there," she whispered, nodding to her right. I followed her gaze and saw the boys, the whole basketball team, close to the refreshments table.
I took a huge gulp of air and started making my way there. She followed close behind, a hand hovering over my wrist. I was glad she was there in case I made a fool of myself. When we reached them, Alice was clinging to Jasper, whispering something in his ear. We tried not to make too much noise, waiting for someone to realize we had joined them.
Bob seemed to be the first to see us. Edward had his back at me, unaware. Everyone realized someone else had arrived when Bob choked on his drink, sizing me up. I blushed, looking down at my sandals.
Edward glanced behind to see what had happened. I didn't look up to see his reaction. I just heard him.
"Sweet baby Jesus. Holy fucking shit. Hooolly…Bella!" he exclaimed.
I met his green eyes and was overwhelmed with the love, lust and passion he was staring at me. I tried to smile, my eyes falling again. That's when I realized he was wearing a suit and a tie and he was so gorgeous. I wanted to twist my hand in his tie and pull him to me then ravage him.
He took a step closer and wound an arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him. His nose nuzzled against my neck. "Mhmm, you smell divine. You look divine."
Chill bumps rose on my skin and I shuddered under his touch. "You clean up pretty good too, Mr. Cullen," I said coyly, looking at him through my lashes.
Edward moaned, pressing his lips to mine. When he leaned away, he licked his lips. "Tasty."
"Uh, yeah, that was your sister's idea."
"I don't complain," he whispered, nudging my nose with his.
"Get a room! You're making me sick," Emmett grumbled.
Edward covered my mouth with his, kissing me deeply as his right hand left my body. I could have bet good money he had just flipped his brother off.
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot
The song that started seemed to fit. Edward squeezed me in his arms, resting his forehead on mine and because he was always logical, he mentioned the year of the song. "This is from '79."
I laughed, going back to kissing him.
"Do you want to dance?"
I gave him an incredulous look. He looked deadpanned. "I can barely keep my balance as it is," I explained.
"I'll make sure you won't fall. Please."
"Since when do you dance?"
"I'll have you know that I was the only boy at high school prom that knew how to dance," he sniffed, jutting his chin out.
"Your date must have been happy." I clamped a hand over my mouth.
Edward raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. "She was the only one that left without bruises on her feet," he replied softly, not meeting my eyes.
Again, he had managed to convince me to do something I didn't want to do. Lucky there were lots of beautiful songs. George Michael seemed to be very popular because there were four songs in a row.
Edward didn't seem to mind. He was moving effortlessly, gliding us across the floor. My cheek came to rest on his shoulder at some point and his hands kept slipping to my ass only to go back to my waist. I wondered how long it would take until they finally settled on my ass.
He lowered his head to rest his cheek on the top of my head. "You should wear heels more often. Saves me of back aches from lowering to you," he chuckled.
"Hey!" I protested, sneaking my hand between his jacket and shirt, digging my hands in his side. He tensed and squirmed away.
"You should have heard Alice when she came over," he murmured, peering down at me.
"What did she say?"
"She glued herself to Jasper's arm, grinning and raising her foot. Look, Jazzy, my heels are bigger than your dick!" he mimicked her high pitched voice making me laugh.
"You're joking!"
"No. I'm serious actually. It was quite traumatizing." He smirked, kissing my forehead. "But really, how can she walk on them? They look uncomfortable."
I looked toward Alice that was a few feet away, standing pretty well on her platforms. "They're about eight inches, I think."
"Urgh! You shouldn't have given me a number," Edward moaned, making me laugh. "What about yours?"
"They're just 5.5," I answered. "Perfect height to do this." I pressed my mouth to his. It was nice not having to rise on my tiptoes to kiss him.
You're not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, don't want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you won't come down
You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound
Got fire, in your veins, burnin' hot, but you don't feel the pain
Your desire, is insane, you can't stop, until you do it again
But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
That maybe you're thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
That's why you call me in the middle of the night
"Nice song," Edward chuckled, bringing me flush against him. "It's on my playlist to…" he trailed off, leaving me hanging.
"What playlist?" I urged him.
You say it's urgent, so urgent, so-oh-oh urgent...
Just you wait and see, how urgent, my love can be, it's urgent...
You play tricks, on my mind, you're everywhere
But you're so hard to find, you're not warm, or sentimental
You're so extreme, you can be so temperamental
But I'm not looking for a love that will last
I know what I need and I need it fast
Yeah, there's one thing in common that we both share
That's a need for each other anytime, anywhere
"The one I'd love to play at max volume while making love with you," he whispered in my ear.
I might have moaned, I wasn't sure. My hips bucked into his and I felt him straining against his slacks.
It gets so urgent, so urgent, you know it's, urgent
I wanna tell you it's the same for me, ooh-oooh, so-oh-oh urgent...
Just you wait and see, how urgent, our love can be, it's urgent...
You say it's urgent, make it fast, make it urgent
Do it quick, do it urgent, gotta rush, make it urgent...Want it quick
Urgent, urgent, emergency...Urgent, urgent, emergency...
Urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, emergency, so urgent, emergency
Emer-(ooh-oooh) emer-(ooh-oooh) emer-(ooh-oooh) It's urgent
So urgent...
"I want you to…sing this to me," I blurted out, feeling my face catching fire.
His hands squeezed my ass. When did they get there? "Urgent, urgent, urgent," he crooned in my ear making me wet. "I want it quick and hard and urgent."
"Shit," I moaned, burrowing my face in his neck.
"Want to get out of here?"
"Yes." I nodded eagerly.
Edward squeezed my hand, weaving our way through people and opening the doors for me. I shuddered and rubbed my arms. It had gotten chilly.
"Here," he said softly, draping his jacket over my shoulders.
We started walking along the pathways. I didn't want to go back to his room, not yet.
"I'm going to miss this place," he said after a few minutes. "And we hadn't even run together this past year."
"We can do it once we get to Chicago. I can imagine it's really quiet in the morning on o-our street." I had just realized what I said.
Chicago.
Our house.
Our street.
Home.
Edward caught me around the shoulders and brought his mouth to mine. He just kissed me, a close-mouthed kiss, for what seemed like an eternity then almost shyly, his tongue traced my bottom lip. I moaned opening my mouth as my heart hammered against my ribcage. His fingers wound in the perfect curls Rose had worked for an hour to make. Our tongues touched and it felt better than the first time, if possible. I could hear the music from the arena – it sounded like Marvin Gaye, but I couldn't be sure. All my being was focused solely on that heart-stopping kiss.
Edward separated from me first. I wouldn't have stopped until I had run out of oxygen and fainted. His forehead rested on mine, his eyes closed as his hands playing with my hair at the small of my back. He had managed to untangle my once nice bun.
The skies decided to have fun and opened with a loud thunder and a lightening. I jumped, catching myself on his shirt. Edward chuckled, slipping an arm around my waist and hurrying somewhere, preferably the arena. We stopped under a tree – the worst choice ever.
"We can't stay here!" I shouted over the sound of the rain.
"It will stop soon," he reassured me.
"If we get hit by lightening, I'll blame you."
He pressed my back against the tree trunk and looked at me mischievously. I looked down to see what was so amusing. My white dress was see-through.
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