AN: I hope you enjoy.

I would suggest skipping the movie Pink Flamingos. I'm still scarred for life after watching it.

Chapter 79 (EPOV)

I wasn't going to search Bella's room, but sometimes a man has to resort to being devious to uncover the truth. The truth that was probably being hidden in an underwear drawer filled with frilly and lacy pieces of fabric.

Silky pink and ruffles? I held it out and stared. I only see the white ones when we're making out. Bella's been hiding the good stuff!

I knew I couldn't be distracted and I tossed the panties back into the jumbled mess. My girl didn't know how to organize.

This was Bella's own fault. Once again, I was left on her bed shirtless, while she went to get us drinks. I watched the minutes click by on her clock radio and realized that she got distracted by the images on the television again. She would be in a zombie state in front of her dad's giant screen for hours. Perfect time for snooping.

I pulled out a black bra with yellow polka dots. I must not faint. How can I get her in these things?

I continued to rummage, pulling out another pair of purple panties. Was this a thong? It was all straps. I sniffed it. It smelled like Tide. I felt a wave of embarrassment for sniffing my girlfriend's delicates. My mother would disown me.

There at the bottom sat the envelopes that I needed. I really had no doubt, Bella would have hidden them here. It was the last place on earth that Charlie would ever go near.

I flipped through all the heavy envelopes. She had been accepted to Johns Hopkins, Harvard, Dartmouth, and Yale from what I could see from the first stack. The next stack was full of envelopes that were just as thick. I knew my girl was brilliant!

"Hey, kid. I certainly hope you are planning on trying on my underwear and not searching my drawers." My beloved leaned against her doorway, holding cans of soda. "I think you would look fetching in the light yellow ones with the pink flowers on them."

"I love you," I squeaked. My manhood goes out the window when she's around.

"I know." She walked over and grabbed the newest stack out of my hands. "You applied to a lot of these schools, right?"

"I got in them all," I admitted. "I haven't picked one yet."

"Hmm..." She looked at me. Her expression was softer somehow. "I haven't picked mine yet either."

"Oh." I could only hope she would consider our future in her decision.

"These are the ones I'm considering, because of the scholarships." She threw four envelopes on the bed. "Franklin & Marshall is an option, because of the proximity to the Amish."

"What?" She was so confusing sometimes, but so much fun.

She shrugged. "They make great jam and have an Amish mafia. I saw it on reality television."

"You know that it probably isn't real," I said with a grin. We were joking! She wasn't suffocating me with her panties!

"I know. Nobody makes better jam than Smuckers." She pointed to the stack and sat next to them. "Let's pick a damn school. I should have known I wouldn't have gotten rid of you so easily."

"You love me," I stated, I kissed her wrinkled up nose. "You know you want me with you."

"You've grown on me like a fungal skin condition. I'm stuck with you." Bella looked down at the papers she took out of the envelope on the top. Her face was somewhat pink. My girl was blushing. "I'm pretty fond of you. I guess...umm...love works. Anyway, John's Hopkins is the home of John Waters. Have you ever seen, Pink Flamingos?"

"No." She loves me! "Is it a comedy?"

"Oh just you wait." Her smile was wicked.

"I like crab cakes," I said with a big smile.

"Me too, but soft shells are better. You crunch into their bodies." That seemed disgusting. She then added, "Kid?"

"Yes, my Bella?"

"You'll be putting on the pink ruffled panties and matching bra. I'm taking pictures. That's the only way you'll ever learn not to go through my drawers." She smiled. A big smile.

Damn it.