Just wanted to say something: when it comes to describing particular things, like the look of their house, I suck at that crap, and since I was hurrying a bit too much to update the last chapter, I focused more on the characters than what I thought their house should look. What you need to know is since Cullen's are rich, you can assume the house is freaking huge, and posses all kinds of crap a normal house should have, only more expensive. So, it's up to your imagination to see it as you want.

Mistakes-mine.

Stephenie owns Twilight.

Chapter 4

"What's the matter Edward? Something bothering you?" Tanya asked, placing tiny kisses on my neck, thinking it's somehow sexy. It wasn't. Actually; it was downright annoying, but I didn't say a thing.

"It's just this girl that's staying with us. She had the nerve to actually act arrogant around me yesterday, having a response to everything. She even had the nerve to call me an ass, right to my face... in front of my fucking parents! Who the fuck does she think she is?!"

"Aww, poor baby," she purred, her lips moving toward my ear. "I think I know what will cheer you up. How 'bout we meet in janitor's closet in 2 minutes? You know just how talented my mouth is. I'll make you forget all about it."

I yanked her away from me.

As much as the bitch was right, and she did have one talented mouth, she was also one of the clingiest girl I've ever had the misfortune to meet.

"Tanya,as much as my dick really likes your mouth, there is no way possible I'll be able to skip another class any time soon. Unless I want to get expelled."

Bitch actually pouted at my rejection, but after a moment smiled, trying to look sexy. I had to grit my teeth, hard, so not to throw up from being too close to her, and her cheep, sickly sweet perfume she wore daily.

"Okay sexy. You got my number. Call me." And with a wink, she walked away.

"Fucking finally," I muttered, and for the first time ever in my life, I was actually feeling glad that the damn bell ranged.

BPOV

I woke up in my new, or maybe I should say "borrowed" room. It was obvious it once belonged to a girl since the whole room was covered in fucking pink; from walls, to the closet-hell, even the sheets were disgustingly pink.

The color looked too bright for my sleepy eyes, so I slowly, lazily got out of bed, quickly escaping to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth( yes, even the freaking toothbrush was fucking pink!), I knew my yesterday attire wasn't something I could parade around the house, so with hesitance, I opened the closet to see bunch of clothes folded very neatly-almost if they haven't been touched or worn for years. Not to mention how they all looked pretty damn expensive. I knew I shouldn't have been doing this, so without much touching, I tried to look for any kind of clothes that would fit me, and yet be something causal.

Finally, I found something decent enough, and slowly but patiently pulled it out.

So, with the same uncertainty,a few minutes later, I finally walked downstairs to the kitchen.

But on my way, I heard Esme silently talking on the phone, whispering, as if she was afraid she would once again be caught in something she wouldn't be too proud to talk about.

"I know Carlisle, and you're right about her, she does seem like a nice kid, but you know she can't stay here for long. This is not her home, no matter how much she reminds you of...I...Carlisle, I know. She'll stay here for now, yes, but...Oh. Okay. Yes, we'll talk when you come home. Okay. Bye."

After she hanged up, I waited a few moments before coming to the kitchen, not wanting her to know I've been eavesdropping all along.

Esme immediately recognized me, her lips moving into a smile, only to quickly fade moments after she saw the clothes I picked up for myself.

I suddenly felt embarrassed and awkward.

"I...I didn't have anything else to wear, and..."

She tried to smile, but quickly turned her back on me, as if she was suddenly hiding. "It's okay dear. Actually, it suits you quite well. You look...nice. Now come on, eat your breakfast, we have some shopping to do."

Shopping?

Most of the stuff Esme suggested for me to try on was a bit too girly. Skirts, dresses, fancy tops...none of that was for me, but I still felt bad, knowing she was trying to make an effort. In the end we left the shopping center with a few new jeans, some shirts and a skirt I knew I wouldn't wear any time soon.

We both came home four hours later, exhausted. Thankfully Assward wasn't here yet, only Carlisle. In spite of knowing he didn't like the nickname I gave him, as soon as it came out of my mouth, the face expression he made amused me. Made me chuckle.

After getting a call from the hospital, he quickly gave Esme a kiss on the cheek, saying he won't be long. Esme tried to look like it didn't bother her, but it was obvious she didn't like the fact that he was spending more time at work than with his family.

I offered my assistance to help her with dinner. She gratefully accepted.

A few silent moments passed as I pealed the potatoes.

"So..." I started, "...for how long have you and Daddy D been married?"

"Me and Carlisle? Fifteen years next week."

I nodded. "That's a long time."

She agreed. "It sure is."

"Bella?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Why...why are you calling Carlisle Daddy D? What does it even mean?"

I smirked, then bit my lip, worrying that if I do tell her, she might get my joke the wrong way.

She gave me a soft reassuring smile. "Well...I just like teasing him. I think it's funny just how much he gets upset. How easy it is to get him all riled up."

"But what does it mean?" she asked once again.

"Well...Do you know what DILF means?"

She furrowed her brows. "I think I have heard that before."

"Well, think about what it means. I think you'll get the jest of it."

I could almost hear the wheels in her brain turning, as she finally got it.

For a moment, I thought that she would maybe be insulted, or maybe even started yelling at me for giving her husband such an inappropriate name, but god bless her, she just started laughing.

After we filled out bellies, the dishes were put in the dishwasher and even if it was 9:30 p.m. there were still no one but us. I wondered then just how much Esme must have been lonely.

"Esme," I called, as we sat on the sofa, ready to watch some TV.

"Yes dear?"

"Did you ever feel like, well..."

But my question was caught off by the loud sound of doors.

It was Assward. He passed right through us, intent on going straight to his room.

"Edward?" Esme called calmly.

"What?!" He yelled, taking a few steps backward to the living room, taking a quick look at Esme, only to suddenly,quickly, without warning found himself staring right at me- or should I say glaring- at me with such passion like I just killed off his puppy, or god knows what.

"You have some leftovers in the oven if you want to eat."

"I'm not hungry," was all he said before quickly storming off.

"What's with him?" I asked, meaning it more as a rhetorical question, but Esme still answered.

Sighing she said, "Except his usual nasty behavior? Nothing. He's been behaving like this ever since..."

"Since..." I continued, my voice soft, waiting for an answer.

She didn't give one. Not right away anyway.

"Well...I know you've realized that the room you sleep in once belonged to someone..."

I just nodded, still waiting patiently.

"It...it was my daughter's room."

I nodded, waiting for her to continue, but this time she didn't.

My brain kept thinking about the word "was." Did something happen to her?

"So...is she...?"I asked reluctantly, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"She's no longer with us," she whispered, and it's almost as I could detect a small quiver on the last word.

"I'm sorry," I spoke sympathetically.

"Thank you dear," she spoke softly, tapping me on the shoulder before quickly getting up, getting ready for sleep.

I stayed a bit longer until my eyes couldn't be kept open anymore.

I was woken up by a loud sound of yelling. Or singing. Whatever. I took a look at the clock to see that it was 3 in the morning.

I tried to get some sleep, but the stupid music was way too fucking loud. And by 3:45, I was pissed, and cranky. Not even giving a shit what I looked like, I walked a few steps to Assward's room and pounded on that door like my life depended on it.

Instantly opening it, I saw Assward's pissed look, watching me from top to bottom, his eyes stopping to check out my tits before finally looking at my face.

I rolled my eyes inwardly. Men.

"What the fuck do you want?" he growled.

"Do you know what times it is,you asshole? It's four in the fucking morning."

"Aww...am I disturbing your highness from a good night sleep?"he asked mockingly.

"Fuck you asshole! At least you could have some respect for your parents, if nothing else."

"With you? No thanks, I wouldn't touch you even if my life depended on it. As for my folks, they both got paged and had to get to hospital."

"Oh. Still, that's not an excuse. People need their sleep, as I'm sure your ugly face does as well."

He snorted. "Like I give a shit about other people."

"Of course you don't. Except your own ugly ass."

"Shut up. You don't know shit about me."

"Whatever. You men are all the same... Hey asshole, focus! Stop staring at my tits, and keep your eyes up here. You are all so predictable,you know that? Addicted of getting your dicks wet, not even capable of having a simple conversation with a girl without thinking of getting pussy, and not caring what it takes for you to get it. Pathetic."

He was outraged, red in his face like a freaking tomato, not having a retort to my outburst. I grinned, victorious in my win.

"You...I...You...Fuck you!"

And with that, he slammed the door right in my face.

Damn, they really can't stand each other, can they? Lol.

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