Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.

Many thanks to my dear friends m0t0b33 and TeamAllTwilight for the pre-reader and beta work.

And to you, my readers and followers, thank you! I wish I had the time to answer you, but we can discuss stuff in my facebook group. ;)

Edward tried his best to avoid Jake's garage, but it only lasted a week. The latter kept begging his friend to visit and help him finish repairing the car.

After detailed searches on Jake's computer, Edward found the choke tube he needed, and at a decent price, along with suspension kit he had been looking for. He kept finding parts of the suspension kit, but there was always something missing. The only problem was that the closest store didn't make home deliveries, but it was located in St. George, Utah, only one hour away.

That was how Bella and Edward found themselves on a little trip on the last weekend of October. They had lied to James again, telling him Bella was going to show Edward more of the Grand Canyon area.

This time Edward couldn't keep his need for adrenaline under control and since the road was empty, he floored the gas pedal. Bella squeaked, holding on the bar above the passenger window with both hands.

"Are you insane? Slow down, dude!"

"We'll get there faster this way," he answered. The speed gave him a rush like nothing else. It was the only time he felt free and powerful.

The needle of the speedometer was going dangerously close to the right side.

"Edward, please!" Bella begged in a shaky voice. Her heart was beating out of the chest and she felt faint.

"Are you motion sick?" he asked confused, slowing the speed considerably. "Bella?" He turned to look at her as she burst in tears. "Shit."

She shrieked when the car left the asphalt area, rolling a few feet in the desert until it stopped. Edward took his seatbelt off, got out of the car and went on her side, opening her door. "What happened? It's more than me speeding."

Bella took her seatbelt off and fell in his arms, sobbing. "Br-ady is in the hospital, in a coma, because he sped. He didn't just speed…he was in a car race gone wrong. Edward, I hate speeding. I hate this car. He had the accident in this car."

He stroked her head, apologizing softly about speeding. His theory about Brady was right in part. He still couldn't believe she had just told him the truth about Brady, something that had bothered him from the beginning.

She sniffed, looking at him with wet eyes. "He was undercover to catch these idiots who liked to race on the highway… The speed was too great with the nitro and everything…and he lost control. That's what they said. All I remember is that Collin, Brady's boyfriend, came to our house in the middle of the night sobbing and telling James that Brady was rushed to Phoenix after a horrible car accident. He's been in a coma for about two years. Vicky, Jimmy's girlfriend, is a nurse at the hospital there and keeps us posted. Apparently, he's getting better and there's a chance for him to wake up. They started some sort of physical therapy to help him with recovery."

Edward felt awful hearing his favorite past time activity had gotten one of her friends in hospital. The story behind Brady and the car was worse than Edward believed.

"I'm sorry, Bella," he whispered, hugging her. "I had no idea."

"I couldn't tell you…it's not my story to tell. Heck, I'm not that close to Brady, but he was Jimmy's partner and he was always nice to me when he visited. He took that proverbial stick out my brother's ass."

Brady was an easy-going person and what with James being his patrolling partner, he ended up at their house often. Bella immediately liked him for allowing her to do things James had never allowed, like taking her on a stroll in the cruiser, put on the sirens for no apparent reason; Brady always brought her small presents, like candy and music and books, and he had a nice way to warn her about doing stupid things like skipping classes or dating the wrong guy, unlike her brother who had shouted at her the first time she skipped school. All in all, Brady was her best friend.

Edward stared at her, building the courage to tell her his own story, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't get much out. "I need to tell you something."

"When we get back, okay?" Bella cupped his cheek, smiling weakly. "We need to get to that store."

"Why are you doing this? Helping Jake? You know what he wants to do."

"I can't stop Jake, and I can't stop you from helping him. Just promise me you won't take part in any of this once that car is restored."

"I promise," he said solemnly.

The whole drive to St. George, Edward kept thinking of a way to tell Bella about his life in Chicago and the list of infractions he'd committed in his short life. He was distracted all the while they were in the store, and once he got what he needed, they were back in the car. He even tried to convince Bella to drive, but she shook her head.

They were halfway to Fredonia when Bella intertwined their fingers, giving him a small smile. His heart stuttered and he knew telling her anything about himself would have to wait. She'd hate him, and if he had any chance with her, he didn't want to blow it.

The two of them had grown closer ever since his football game, but neither of them had made the first step. It had been all about innocent looks and a brush of hand here and there, a lingering look, but nothing else.

Edward was sure that when they got home, his relationship with Bella would forever change. It all depended on him which way that would go.

They made a detour and left the car pieces at Jake's, Edward apologizing on not being able to stay, blaming their rush on hunger. It was true, he was starving, but he also wanted that conversation out of the way.

His plan went out the window when they were greeted by James, leaning against his cruiser, in front of the house. If looks could kill, Edward would have probably dropped dead.

"Go inside, B," James told her as calmly as possible, never taking his eyes off the culprit.

"What's wrong, Jimmy?" she asked, confused.

"Do as he says," Edward insisted. "I'll be there in a minute."

"If you make it," James grumbled. The second Bella was inside the house, he marched to Edward, backing him into the Ford's side. "Listen here, you little fuck, I'm sick of your lies. I knew you'd do something stupid, and when your GPS alerted me you left the state, I traced you. Guess where I found you? Nowhere near a trail in the Grand Canyon."

"Now you're tracking me? Am I some fucking criminal?"

"I'd have let it slide if I didn't know the store you've been in."

"I'm helping Jake with his car. What's the big deal? And before you ask, I went to buy the pieces because he can't tell a choke tube from a fork. Well, not really but you get it."

"The big deal is that you aren't allowed around powerful cars. I specifically told Bella not to let you drive. She didn't listen, obviously, but then I realized you driving wasn't that bad. You helping the Black kid rebuild that car—that's bad."

"James, I'm not going to drive the Mach One. I'm not an idiot."

"Aren't you? You've done only stupid things ever since you came to us. I told you, you can't change who you are."

Edward glared at the older man. "I'm doing my best to be nice and not do anything that I used to do. I've done a pretty damn good job at staying out of trouble so far, if I do say so myself."

James sighed heavily. "I can't wait for Christmas to have you out of my hair."

"Six more weeks of wait," Edward sneered at him.

"Watch out, kid. I've got my eyes on you." He got in his car. "Now go inside and stay out of trouble."

Scowling at the cop, Edward stormed inside. He really hated being under the police's watch. He couldn't communicate with his best friend, he couldn't leave the state, he even suspected he couldn't fart without the police knowing. Fucking assholes.

"What did he want?" Bella ambushed Edward from the moment he stepped inside the house. "Are we in trouble?"

"We aren't in trouble. I am, which isn't something new." He palmed his face. "Don't worry. We cleared it out. Let's go talk." Edward took her hand, leading the way to his room.

"You won't tell me what that was about?"

"No." He winked at her, throwing himself on the bed. "Come here." He opened his arms, inviting her to snuggle there. Bella immediately complied. She was so small and pliable, Edward cherished the moment while he was hugging her.

"You okay, Edward? Your heart is about to take off."

"Yeah. I just want to tell you something," he said nervously, peering down at her.

Bella rolled around so their chests were pressed together. "I already know." She smiled shyly, her cheeks turning a light shade of red.

"You do?" he choked out.

How was that possible? She couldn't know. Had James told her, when he specifically begged Edward not to say a word?

"Who told you?" he asked, sounding defeated. "And how can you still be around me?"

"Because I feel the same way?" Her voice rose as she spoke, and got angrier with every word.

His brows furrowed in the middle of his forehead. "You can't be…I mean…what I've done, Bella…"

She got sidetracked. "What have you done? Wait a second, what are you talking about?"

"About Chicago! Aren't we talking about that?" He lifted himself on his elbows.

This way their faces were closer than ever. He could feel her breath coming in short pants, washing over his face.

"I…Gah!" She giggled nervously. "I was talking about…never mind. It's clear you don't feel the same."

Shit. I'm an idiot. Edward wanted to smack himself. He very nearly told her his deepest secret when the girl only wanted to clear the air and know if he liked her too. He did, very much so.

When Bella made to pull away, Edward knew if he didn't act in the next minute, he might screw all his chances with her. So he cupped a hand at the back of her neck, bringing her closer and touching her lips with his. It was slow, tentative at first, checking her eyes to make sure he had read her signals right. Bella sagged into him, wrapping her fingers in his hair, smashing her mouth to his. It was all the encouragement Edward needed. He rolled them around so he had Bella trapped under him as he kissed her furiously. This was the best first kiss he ever had.

They made out for hours, exploring the other's mouth and body until the sun lowered in the sky. As Edward lay on his back with one hand behind his hand and the other tracing circles on Bella's back as she lay on top of him, he wondered why it took them so long to get to this point. He had no idea why he restrained himself, and a small evil part of him nudged him, making him think of the freedom he'd get if he drove Jake's car.

"I think we should start dinner," Bella said thoughtfully, not moving a muscle.

"That's a good idea. I'm starving. Skipping meals is definitely not for a teenage boy."

She laughed, turning her head to look at him. "You can't say you didn't enjoy the way we spent the afternoon."

"I'm not complaining." Edward tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Though, the closer we get to your brother coming home, the more scared I get."

"He won't hurt you."

"How do you know that? What about any ex-boyfriends? Or maybe they're buried in the backyard and I haven't noticed."

Bella laughed heartedly, moving to lie next to him on the bed. "There haven't been any ex-boyfriends." She glanced at Edward, biting her bottom lip. "Uh, there's been…for a short while Jake. It didn't work."

I know. "I could tell," he chose to answer.

She gave him a look but didn't comment on how he could tell they'd been together. "Want to help me make fries? It's easy enough."

"Bella," Edward said quietly, looking at her seriously. "I know how to cook. Like really well. My mom's an awesome cook and I've spent a lot of time around her."

"Why didn't you say so?" She groaned. "What do you know to cook?"

"Name something, anything."

"Macaroni and cheese. I love them, but ever since Mom… uh, yeah…I haven't had macaroni and cheese in too many years."

He sat up, before helping her out of the bed. "Do we have all we need?"

"I don't know what we need…"

"Come on. I'll teach you," he said eagerly, leading the way to the kitchen with a spring in his step.

They got immersed in cooking, and while the dish was in the oven, Edward suggested they should work on rice pudding.

James came home, ready to lash out on Edward, continuing what he had started earlier, but what he found in his kitchen stopped him in the tracks. The culprit was holding a spoon to his sister, and after blowing in it, she tasted the food held out for her. He noticed Edward's eyes trained on his sister's lips as she licked them, and was surprised how nonchalantly Edward brushed some remaining food off her chin.

Something had definitely happened in between noon and the evening. He cleared his throat getting the teenagers' attention.

"Jimmy, you're home!" Bella exclaimed, grinning at her brother. "You'd never believe!"

Edward looked nervously at James, making the cop narrow his eyes at him.

"We have a cook under our roof and had no idea!"

"You can't cook, B." James shook his head. "Which makes me question the nice smell in the kitchen."

"I didn't cook, he did!" She pointed to Edward, glowing with happiness.

"Please… Where's the catch?" James raised an eyebrow.

"There's no catch, dude! Edward's an amazing cook! He made macaroni and cheese. I'm in love!" She squealed, but once her words registered to her ears, she looked panicked at Edward. He was busy laughing and trying to look humble.

James walked closer to inspect what was on the stove. "Rice pudding? Man! If it's as good as it looks, I'm absolving you of all sins."

"Promise?" Edward joked.

"No," James muttered, clapping the younger boy's back.

"Don't be an ass, Jimmy! Edward worked really hard. Go wash your hands and come eat with us." Once her brother was gone, she turned to Edward, but not meeting his eyes. "About earlier…it totally slipped. I swear it's not like that, though I see myself falling for you. Shit. This isn't coming out right. I'm not in love with you, per se…only the food you cook. For now. Make sense?"

"You're too adorable when you're nervous." Edward cupped her face in his hands, leaning down to kiss her. "I'm really happy I can do this. You have no idea how hard it's been for me to not grab you when you got all cute and kiss you and hug the shit out of you."

"Now you can do it. You're allowed to do anything you want."

"Don't tempt me. Not with your brother hovering around."

Bella smirked at him, linking her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. They had to pull away when Edward moaned in pain after being slapped on the back of his head.

"Stop molesting my little sister!"

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