*A.N. – I feel like a bad person, missing updates and stuff :/ just finished school for summer and now I have work to fit in to my summer schedule – its a hard life lol ;) so anyways, this is just a little shortie, I know its not really fair that I leave you for so long and give you a tiny thing for a chapter but im sure you'd rather this than nothing for a few days or what not, I shall try and type up some more tonight but I am absolutely exhausted to be honest so forgive me for my late updates – here is a little playlist of songs you may wish to put up on say grooveshark while you read, these are the songs I wrote this chapter to so they may inspire you ;)

Keep Holding on – Glee
Love the way you lie – Eminem ft. Rihanna
No surprises – Radiohead
Unthinkable – Alicia Keys ft. Drake*

I was livid as I made my way home; I had to spend time with a beast of a boy who I would pretty happily have punched instead of smiled at. Alice had explained to me she was being sarcastic and that they were only really travelling an hour away to a Briax public park which they had being travelling to for years. I remembered going there many years ago with my mother. It was a constant annoyance that I couldn't project myself into this new friendship with Alice as I was always wondering and having doubts about the rest of her family, I couldn't show her the real me and see if she accepted cause I knew the rest of her family wouldn't. It hurt to think I was holding myself back in every aspect of my life because of something that had happened so many years ago. The whole of the family appeared to be completely ready to accept me as a new close friend, I mean they invited me in what was quite obviously a friendly tradition for the day and none of them seemed like they would rather I didn't come, and in fact they were the opposite of that.

I huffed as the clouds began to clear from the sky; I was leaning on the hope of having the excuse that it had been raining the night before, enabling me to chicken out of tomorrow's get together. I drummed my finger rhythmically on the steering wheel as I waited for the lights to change. Biting my lip as I weighed the pros and cons of tomorrow's situation I had somehow managed to get myself into. I thought of how I felt more at home even with Edward sitting at the table with them than I did with Jacob and his friends, even Leah. I felt like I was meant to be friends with Alice, with this new Rosalie, with her brother Jasper and with the ape turned gentlemen Emmett; also, it definitely couldn't do much harm to my plans of revenge having his family close to me. I thought of everything without emotion, if I started thinking about how I was going to emotionally cope with bringing Edward down I would probably crumble.

Edward. It was funny how I could now so easily say his name in my mind without a tear coming to my eye. Bitterness was now a main feature to what I felt about him. I was hurt beyond anyone's knowledge, anger was just the start of it, and jealousy was another part. How could he be so amazing looking without even bothering: I needed to do my exercising and healthy eating plans to keep myself in shape; I needed to have laser eye surgery; I needed to have braces. Why the hell did he inherit such bloody good jeans when he used them for nothing but showing off and teasing others less fortunate than himself? If I had been born looking like him, I'm almost positive I would still be a nice person. Guess I'd never know, but what I do know is that I would never be like him; never that indomitably cruel.

I was five minutes from the house when I realised I would have to leave a note for Charlie to let him know my change of plans, he would be worried when he was notified that I wasn't actually with Jacob, speaking of Jacob, I realised then that my phone was on silent and when I got back in the house I would probably open it find a shit load of worried messages. Fuck.

I pulled up to the house, crept in the door quietly, up the stairs surprisingly without tripping, the only noise was the ones from the fifth and eighth stair, otherwise I managed to make my way to my bedroom relatively quickly, even with my back pack. I lowered it onto the floor gently while closing the door, then changed into my pyjamas that I had packed anyway. Warm comfy ones, they still smelled like my old home in Phoenix, alot of the scent was tea tree oil, and my mom had lately developed at taste for the stuff therefore the house had been covered in it, including the scent of our laundry. I missed her when I thought of small things like this that I hadn't quite been expecting to pop into my mind, memories I wasn't prepared to stifle before they unnerved me.

I lay back on my bed, lifting the quilt cover over me and burrowing down into the soft folds of material. My mother would be so confused if she saw the way I was acting lately; my father however, probably thought I had just grown into an awkward and up and down teenager, one minute bold then next shy. He was taking on my dress sense – really it was fashion magazines dress sense – well, only once had he outwardly expressed his displeasure with me wearing heels to school and when I told him that I was going to wear them no matter what he practically backed off the matter – I think he felt like he had some making up to do. I guess he does, but I don't really hold his argumentative relationship with my mother against him.

I remembered once more that I had to look at my texts and I audibly groaned as I pushed myself up in bed and grabbed my jacket pulling the phone out of the pocket to see 5 text messages.

Three predictably worried ones from to which I replied reassuringly to. One from Phil, really from my mom but she had lost her phone (again) and was borrowing his. The other from Alice telling me the exact details of when they were picking me up, what to bring etc. Just in case I'd forget. I smiled widely at that one, having a friend who cared enough to do that was refreshing, I hadn't had one of them for a while (a friend like that, not a text).

I set my alarm for 5:30 then snuggled down into my covers to be faced with the terrors of Edward Cullen – even dreaming I wasn't cut much slack.

I woke panting, covered in a sheen of slippery sweat, seeing the green eyes fade as my own brown ones opened to find myself tangled up in the deep violet bed covers. I looked over to the alarm clock to see that I had woken just four minutes before it was set to ring. I hated when I did that. I switched the thing of in case it went off when I was in a shower and was unable to stop it, it would wake my dad.

I slung my housecoat around me and plodded off to the bathroom, once I'd showered thoroughly I towel dried my hair before submitting it to my "wet to dry" hair straighteners; they weren't amazing but they would do the job. I added a few trailing curls at the back of my hair then sprayed it for a good few seconds with extra strength hair spray. I chose a simple but warm outfit, a cream tank top with a beige oversized cardigan; some light faded jeans and faded tan boots. My makeup was easy, a thin covering of foundation, little flick of navy eyeliner I had recently acquired a small brush of bronzer and a sweet light brown lip gloss.

I packed the things Alice had specified, including a little portable make up bag just in case I needed to touch up. I looked outside to see what looked promising to be a good day, I didn't know whether to smile at their luck or my misfortune, it was definite I was going now and I genuinely couldn't be bothered. My bag was more of a miniature suitcase than a carry about hand bag, I would have to leave it in their car most probably, which meant I would have to bring another little bag to put stuff that I took away from the car in.

I thought of the excuses I could make if I had to get away from them quickly as I picked up the last few things and started moving towards the door, pinning a note to the pin board in the hall, we hardly used it but at least he couldn't miss it, and it wasn't as if he couldn't call me and check up on me.

I stepped outside just as two cars pulled up, one silver Volvo, the one I had seen in school, the other... the most magnificent car to ever be on this earth. I had wanted this car ever since I started thinking of driving; it was small, compact, and beautiful – a navy blue mini cooper. Don't get me wrong, I love my truck, but if I had to get any car it would be the mini.

I walked over to them, not being able to resist running my hand over the paint work as Jasper Hale's window rolled down, "Bella, you need to go in the car with Edward, stick your bag in the bag if you like, this whole car is full of what we need for today so I'm afraid the back's too full for you," he grinned at me, winking as Alice popped her head over his shoulder smiling.

"Hey Bella," she smiled, "I'm glad you're coming with us, you're gonna have so much fun!" her voice had escalated from a normal voice to a high pitched excited scream.

"Ha-ha, yeah, I'll speak to you later then," I smiled, throwing my bag into the back seat where a huge bundle of things were already congregating. I huffed and puffed the whole way to the other car, a distinct fear washing through me; I opened the back door and was told by an angry looking Rosalie to go into the front. Suddenly I was petrified; I was supposed to be locked in a car with the three of them for an hour, which gave them sixty minutes where they could basically do whatever they felt like to me. My heart pounded in my chest and my hands began to tremble as I walked round to where I would be sitting opposite Edward Cullen for the entire ride. Providing he didn't murder me first that is.

As I opened the door I smelled him, his scent was just as it had been many years ago, the memories it provoked were astounding and I only just managed to keep my head as I sat down, "Hello Bella," he spoke politely and in innocently, but in the back of my mind, I could only here him speaking to me like he knew, like we were still children.

"Hello Isabella."

"Hi," I murmured. He then leaned towards me and I involuntarily flinched.

"Rosalie and Emmett have just had a big argument so they're not talking, best to keep quiet I would think," he winked at me and I was able to nod back in agreement.

The car started moving and I resisted the urge to scream and stomp my feet until it stopped then run from the car as fast as I could – for the first time in my life I really felt like I may be claustrophobic, I felt encaged in the car, as if I couldn't ever leave it. I looked to the side quickly, peeking at Edward. I forgot how utterly amazing looking the boy was, he made me sick, just looking at him I wanted to will spots to grow on him. His bronze hair was so annoyingly endearing, if his green eyes weren't so cold to me I might have found them beautiful.

I became slightly nauseated as I thought about the amount of girls that must he must have stripped and banged on this exact seat; hopefully he had at least thought to wash it before he let me and his family sit on it; speaking of his family, I wondered what the disputing couple in the back had been disputing over. I only ever remembered them falling out once when I had known them before, and when they had fallen out, come to think of it, it had been a disaster for me...

"I hate you Emmett Cullen, you're a pig," she stamped her foot as she turned away from him, running from him.

"Rosie wait," he moaned after her and threw me a venom filled glare when he caught me watching them.

I turned from the scene that they were making and couldn't help but grin ever so slightly, if the two of them split up it could do wonders for my situation, they were a partnership which had seemed unbreakable but now Emmett Cullen had apparently been of kissing other girls and Rosalie Hale was too proud to just take him back without quashing the rumours first, but as time was going on it seemed very plausible that Emmett actually had kissed a pretty blonde girl he'd been pictured with while on holiday with his parents. The details were all over the school and Rosalie Hale had been too flustered with the embarrassment to hate on me lately. Edward and Tanya still managed their jibes and quips but they were much more manageable with two of their gang members missing from action.

I began skipping towards the main entrance, I still had a little bit left of the Popsicle stick Eiffel tower to complete, it was quite a job at only 11 years old but my mom had helped me with the majority of it. I decided it would be right to finish the last couple of bits of on the day, I could enjoy it that way, and we had even painted the sticks together, spent hours on it when you added it all up.

Just as my foot touched the very first step I was hauled vehemently to the side and pushed behind several of the tall luscious green trees, I knew jus from the rich, sweet scent of her who it was straight away. My heart seemed to be senselessly attempting to escape my chest, hammering irregularly but constantly.

"W-what do you want?" I stuttered, knowing the exact reason she had brought me here, I clearly hadn't been paying enough attention to the violent she-devil, she had been watching me, she'd saw my smile, I don't know how she managed it but she had spotted me.

"You think it's funny that everyone thinks my boyfriend cheats on me?" she demanded, some spittle flying from her mouth and landing on the tip of my eyebrow, I fought the urge to wipe it off and answered her question.

"N-no."

"Why did I see you laughing when we argued then?" she insisted. I knew at that point the conversation was 100% destined for failure for me. No matter what I said now she wouldn't believe me.

"I wasn't laughing at you," I stammered, the crispy dry scent of the bark surrounding us filling my nostrils, "I was smiling at the thought of," I hesitated for a slight moment, knowing I'd just made it even worse, "my science project."

She giggled evilly, "Now it doesn't matter whether you're telling the truth or not, you deserve to be battered just because your such a bloody geek, "I felt myself grimace as she pushed me into the scratching tree directly behind me, my back caved forward and she kneed me brutally in the centre of my stomach, sending my snapping bolt upright, smacking my head.

"Ouch," I could hold the pain, I was pretending I was somewhere else, somewhere I could be myself, a meadow, a beautiful meadow, lying in the grass, the flowery aroma surrounding me, nothing like the offending stench which this particular tree omitted.

"You're an ugly cow who's going to eat themselves into an early..." I floated off, the tears congealing on my cheeks; I was no longer looking at Rosalie Hale I was staring at the clear blue sky. The only noises belonged to nature, my eyes wondered, zooming in on the beauty of this world. I was brought back to reality with a punch in the side. Her eyes glittered with glee; her enjoyment was so extensive it shocked even me for a few microseconds. "I'm glad you're my little punch bag, it's so much fun," she laughed, slapping me in the face, "No one laughs at Rosalie Hale! You know something else, I'm getting Edward to smash up that precious science project of yours, you deserve to pay – I mean you've always deserved to pay for being such a nuisance to look at, but this time, I'm gonna really hit you where it hurts,"

Tears burst from my eyes again; it was pointless asking her not to so I stayed silent and took my punishment. She turned to leave, thought about it, then turned back and kicked me so hard in the stomach I thought it would be pretty much possible for my eyes to pop out. I fell to my knees. The mud on them felt nice and soft and I keeled forward as I heard the last of her footsteps, my face went face first into the mud as I regained steady breathing.

A big punishment for smiling.

That wiped any trace of a fake smile from my face, "I'm going to sleep," I blurted out. Leaning my head on the bottom of the window and closing my eyes just to make sure he could make no conversation. I never saw his reaction, it was so quiet I heard his head turn towards me, the fabric in his jacket alerting me, but he stayed silent.

I questioned if it was worth it, if reliving my nightmares were worth it just to get one up on Edward Cullen and his family. I wasn't sure to say the least but there was definitely that part in me that was sure something had to be done to demonstrate for people like me all around the world that it was possible for things in your life to turn around, you really could hit rock bottom and pick yourself back up again. It had been a very hard lesson for me to learn, and I very nearly never made my transformation through to the end and I owed it to myself to show myself off.

I finally drifted to sleep after 5 minutes of silence and pretending I was somewhere else. My dreams were filled with the darkness of my prepubescent years; I awoke while hitting the air in front of me and telling a little Tanya Denali to stop. A Tanya Denali who wasn't actually there. The only noise that kept going once I had fully woken up and opened my eyes was the bellowing laughter, it was slightly familiar. I looked to my left to view a hysterical Edward Cullen, tears seeping from his closed eyelids, within a millisecond he had opened them and was staring straight into me, still laughing. I felt like I was naked at that point, as if my whole inside was on show to him at that very moment, no matter how ridiculous the thought I couldn't help but get some sort of mind reading vibe from Edward Cullen. I never moved a muscle, never said a word as he continued to laugh in the next few seconds. I waited for him to stop; I beseeched my eyes to be dead and cold to him, to show no warmth to the boy. His green jewels sparkled with joy and I could not understand what he was laughing at; thoughts of him realising who he was really driving about town passed my mind but I kept them under wraps for the moment at least, I was going to keep calm and cool until I knew exactly the damage that had been done. While he doubled up chortling I stared into his eyes, the first time I was able to meet his gaze without inwardly cringing, there was some sort of warmth in his eyes that I had never spotted before, I had never noticed the hazel fleck mixing with the emerald in his right eye, an imperfection I had perhaps chosen to miss? Then again, a detail like that only made his eyes that bit more complex and beautiful. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Jaw-droppingly beautiful. Disgustingly beautiful.

Then the spell was broken, the laughter died down and we sat in silence. He blinked.

"You were talking in your sleep..." he paused, he seemed to need to justify himself to me, but I could understand now, "It was kinda funny."

I nodded, "Oh, sounds like it."

"I feel kind of stupid now," he admitted.

"Oh," I levelled.

"Well I feel like a bit of an idiot, I stayed in the car to make sure something didn't happen to you, Emmett and Rosalie are talking round the corner, I felt sick this morning and I wanted to go a walk to for some fresh air but I didn't want anything, "he took a breath, "to happen to you."

"Why," I said in obvious repugnance, I never intended for the word to leave my mouth so full of hatred but it couldn't be helped it seemed.

His body stiffened a bit with the direct question, "the place is practically deserted, I'm not even to happy about Emmett and Rose going off to talk it out-"

"I thought you wanted to go out a walk too?" I interrupted.

"I did."

"Then why are you-"

"Do you do this with most guys or is it just me?"

"Just you I guess."

"What's wrong with me?"

Resisting the urge to say everything I answered truthfully, "I guess you just set me off on the defensive."

"What about me does that?" He asked, very businesslike, the before emotion he had seemed to show had now disappeared, he looked very unimpressed with my deduction of him.

"I just can't put my finger on it," I retorted vaguely.

"Well start to," snapped back.

I took a calming breath, "Why don't we-"

"Start over?" he finished for me sarcastically, "hows about you tell me why you go off in your little ragers at me then decide that actually you can be friends with me again, then you change your mind once again, but you're little miss fucking perfect to all of my friends?"

"I-"

"You gonna lie to me again Bella? You gonna tell me that you don't know why I piss you off so freakin' much that you hate me one minute and can stand me the next? Or are you gonna tell me that I remind you of some past boyfriend that dumped you're pretty fucking ass? Or? What excuse do you have gorgeous," the word was laced with more of his sarcasm, "What's it gonna be?"

"Shut the fuck up." I closed my eyes, concentrating on keeping the facade of everything going, "You don't understand everything-"

"Well help me understand." I noted a slight tone of mockery but dismissed it for his anger.

"You can't you wouldn't and don't even say 'try me', no matter how much you say you're not, you are the dickheads I knew. You are the slutty man whore who fucked up my life-"

"I'm not."

"You are.

"I'm not."

"You fucking are. How many girls have you been with this year?" He spluttered, I took that as a confirmation and continued, "I can't be okay with hanging about with a guy like you. I bet you have no idea that you've broken hundreds of girls hearts and that with one line you've made a difference to what they think of themselves," It was more than a few lines he had recited to me, "In fact, you probably do know what you're doing but you just don't care, that's what guy like you are like isn't it?"

He was silent.

"ISN'T IT!" I was working myself up into a shaking rant and he was just taking it in silence, I kept expecting his hand, his fist to smack into my face but of course it never did.

Ten seconds past, then thirty, forty fifty sixty.

"I'm sorry," he stammered, the velvet his voice was usually made of wasn't so... velvety. It was cracking and seemed to have matured within the past minute.

My head turned itself to the side involuntarily, "What?"

"I said I'm sorry," his eyes reconnected with mines, it was with disbelief that I observed the sincerity in his face, "I'm sorry that you've been fucked up and I'm sorry that I'm the same type of person as the one who done the deeds but I don't want to be an asshole, I don't do it intentionally it just happens. All I ask is that you try to get to know me before you judge so severely; give me a chance, I might be a bit of a player but I'm not that bad, just give it a try. And don't bother saying you will if you're gonna bite me in ass sometime in the near future."

This meant no more of my attitude outbursts. I could do it, maybe. It would give me more of a chance of fucking up his life in the end. "Okay." He held out his hand to shake mine and I complied. A burst of electricity shot up my arm as my fingers touched his. The swift look he gave me told me that he felt it too. I was positive it was fate telling me that we should not be anywhere near each other; two clashing personalities such as ours shouldn't collide.

Rosalie and Emmett returned to the car a few minutes later, holding hands and staring into each other eyes all lovey dovey, nothing changes there I guess. One part of me thought it was shame I hadn't thought of a way to sabotage their relationship yet but another part of me felt a surge of happiness that they had managed to sort things out. I wanted to beat that part with a stick.

"So you guys made things up?" Edward asked the obvious as they entered the car.

"Yeah guys, sorry about how long we took," he paused, I swivelled around in the seat to look at them, Rosalie was nuzzling sickeningly cutely into Emmett's neck and he was blushing lightly yet smirking at the same time from the action.

"Doesn't matter," I responded, keeping my voice as close to normal as was possible, "we managed to sort a few things out," I glanced quickly at Edward who nodded solemnly.

"Well that's good," Rosalie smiled, "Maybe we could end up with an all couples day after all," she grinned.

I laughed awkwardly as I uttered "No," Edward followed my lead.

"We've not got quite that much sorted out," he countered.

"Ahh, whatever," Emmett winked at us both and it struck me the total irony of the situation.

I giggled and they all looked at me, "What?" Edward asked seriously.

"S'nothing," I sobered up at his voice.

"Well then I guess we better get on our way, Alice and Jazz will already be there waiting for us, I text them and told them we were waiting on you two," he looked meaningfully at Rosalie and Emmett, "but they must have been left waiting for about an hour now."

"Yeah," I continued, "I'm actually kind of looking forward to today," and I was, it would enable me to find Edward Cullen's weaknesses, to devise my plans of destruction and to actually enjoy my facade, after all, that's what it's all about right? My enjoyment.

Twenty five minutes later we pulled up at Briax Park, the car park was all but deserted apart from the magnificent mini and now the Volvo. We picked up everything and headed off. Everyone knew exactly where they were going, they described it to me as "their own little secret hiding place" personally I wasn't too keen on this place already, as with spending the time in the car, I didn't much like that they were spending so much time with me alone, they had to click eventually. At least they didn't know who I was at the current moment; they would have done something by now if they knew, I'm sure they would have.

The park was huge; it took us near fifteen minutes walking just to find this clandestine place. Before we seen it we could smell it, the easily detectable scent of smoke filled our nostrils, they must have started making breakfast already. Seconds later we had turned a corner, the barbeque was lit and was being left to smoke out but Alice and Jasper weren't beside it. The first thing we heard was giggles from the huge tent they had set up for us to lounge in for the day – it was actually quite surprising that they had managed to set up the tent and the barbeque by themselves in that amount of time and still have time to get back into the tent and start canoodling before we got there. Pretty impressive to me but not so impressive to Emmett and Edward.

"Get you asses out here," Emmett called almost too sweetly to Alice and Jasper.

"Woopsees," I heard Alice murmur before the two of them were outside the tent in a flash of lightning.

"OH, okay," Edward said, as if everyone had heard his before thoughts, he was obviously only checking nothing too serious had been going on but since they had evacuated the tent so quickly and were both fully clothed he was fine with everything.

Alice ran around hugging everyone and Jasper nodded at me while 'man hugging' the boys and tickling his sister in the ribs as a hello, they started whispering about Emmett hand her sorting things out and Emmett, Edward and Alice formed miniature huddle discussing the same thing. It's the first time I'd seen the group split in this way, I didn't quite know what to do with myself, I hesitated quickly before stepping forward and dipping my head into the substantially large tent, the inside was filled with bags. Bin bags full of stuff, literal huge black bin bags. I couldn't understand how we could need so much stuff for the one day but I was quickly learning that when you hang about with Alice you're just gonna have to over prepare for everything or have her do it for you.

The humming of voices from outside the tent became louder and closer and soon they were all piling inside the tent, "Sorry we just left you out there," Alice smiled, "The boys are awfully rude," she giggled.

"Oh yeah, blame us," Jasper grinned, taking her hand and pulling her into his lap as he sat himself on one of the mammoth sized plump cushions littering the floor of the tent.

"Come here beautiful," Emmett whispered sweetly to Rosalie as he plonked himself down. She took her place on his knee.

Edward and I were the last left standing. I was still mystified by how we could be standing in a tent, wasn't that against the rules or something? I noticed there was only one cushion left and I would have, in normal circumstances, have made a beeline for it, I really couldn't be bothered with getting a sore ass.

"Err, would you like the cushion?" I asked a shocked Edward, before he could get an answer out Alice cursed sarcastically.

"Shit, shit, oh dear shit; how stupid of me, I forgot to bring more than the usual three cushions. Darn my memory," I was pretty pissed at her ignorance but I couldn't help, myself from smiling as everyone else was at her matchmaking quality, "I guess this just means you'll have to share."

"Well I guess we could," Edward answered her before I could make up some excuse, now if I said I wouldn't it would seem like I was being a bitch to Edward again (which would have of course been the intention) but he wasn't to know that.

"Yeah," My lips parted upwardly to show my teeth but I don't actually know if you could count it as a smile, it felt too hateful to be a smile.

He held out his hand to me, and the world stopped. I exaggerate, but that's what it felt like. As if someone had stuck a coin in my mind and jammed all the cogs which keep it turning and functioning. "I..." I trailed off, this was some sort of embrace, and it was hard to follow through.

"I don't bite," he mumbled, blushing. My eyes must have been deceiving me; I had never seen Edward Cullen shy in all my life. My eyes travelled to the side, the other couples had no interest in our exchange and were busy nuzzling up to each other, and all of them had closed their eyes already. Edward stepped forward, "We're just gonna nap for half an hour till the Barbeque is ready to cook on, since we got up so early... You can lie beside me, I have a little blanket," I decided there and then that what I was do was stick Jacob's head on his, pretend he was my loving caring Jacob and that everything was fandabydosy.

I extended my arm and placed my hand in his, sadly, it wasn't met by Jacob's broad warm and usually sweaty hand but a by cool electrically charged long one.

He lay down and I followed suit, my hand still in his, I didn't know whether I felt trapped, tricked or safe. My mind was a muddling mix of emotions and feelings that were struggling to bubble to the surface and tell me exactly what they were and why they were affecting me. I wondered if I could really go the whole day without shouting at the deranged boy. The answer I came up with; I would fucking have to.

I closed my eyes as he did and drifted off into a shockingly dreamless sleep. When my eyes reopened the scene they met was the opposite of the one they had closed on, it was black for one thing. I literally had opened my eyes into blackness. The air was filled with hushed whispers. The scent was a distinct and overwhelming mix of aftershave and barbeque. It was much warmer than when I had fallen asleep. There was material brushing against my face; there was a heavy weight around my waist. I scrunched my eyes up and I tried to pull away but found the weight only pulled me back into the luscious pool of smells and warmth. At first I found it hard to resist, just for those few seconds before I realised what everything was. Then it was back to reality and I extracted myself from under the weight which had turned out to be the dickheads arm.

I trudged through the mess of blankets and cushions to lift the thick layer of material signalling the door of the luxury tent, the strong barbeque smell hit me like a brick wall and I inhaled it with great anticipation.

"Sleeping beauty awakens, now where is the oh so handsome prince?" Alice joked; I let it wash over me and gestured with my thumb back into the tent. "Go wake him up then," she winked playfully at me; I shook my head to show her I was not amused and ducked back inside the extreme warmth of the tent.

"Edward," I murmured, a sudden shiver running up my spine, memories spun themselves against the inside of my mind but I refused to focus on them, I would concentrate on now, "Edward," I repeated stepping over to him. Still he made no movement, I continued saying his name in a conversational voice a few more times around two metres away from his ear canal until I lost my patience and bent down, I whispered his name into his ear and his eyes flickered, it struck me then just how vulnerable and fragile the once school hard man was. His long, thick eyelashes shone with the colours of the sun in the small patch of light which had slipped through the bottom of the tent door, newly broadened chin (or at least it was new since I had last been in forks) had a strong male squareness to it, one that must make many girls legs buckle just at the sight of it, so chiselled, so perfect – he looked like he should be in some Calvin Klein advert, not camping in a public park. I had the sudden urge to run my fingers through the full head of hair in front of me – everything about him screamed superhuman beauty to me. Everyone has a type and if I didn't hate his guts minds would be him; I wanted every single one of his features on my perfect guy just with a different personality. Even my screaming disgust of the boy couldn't deny me the feeling of lust when I thought of him wrapping those powerful arms around me in a different gesture from all the other ones he had before 'provided' – in a loving gesture, a sweet, kind, caring gesture.

There was no way that this could be allowed and just as I tried to break myself from the spell the arrogance of him broke it for me, the corners of his mouth twitched and he whispered snottily, "take a picture it'll last longer," I jumped away from him as he laughed opening his arms to me as a hugging invitation but I wasn't one of his sluts, I smiled with him, unable to prevent blushing but I did extract myself from the tent quickly.

As soon as I resurfaced into the fresh air I had a suspicion they had been discussing me, I wasn't naive, I knew they were plotting for Edward and I to wind up together but I wasn't going to let this happen, and at the end of the day, if the relationship with Edward and I was really all they wanted out of our friendship then they could fuck off for all I cared. I guess it was sort of harsh but I needed to be absolute with this situation, I need to sweetly but firmly let them know I wasn't interested in their friend/brother. Even his looks, as brilliant as they might be, wouldn't be enough.

"Sausages?" Jasper asked politely – and so the day filled of drama fun and distinct terror began...

*A.N. – Hope your all excited o O o Did I tell you guys that the next chapters gonna include some sumo wrestling ? ;) Fat suits and all :) You excited? Thought you would be :D x :L

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