12/17/11

New Collab with PrimaryColors!!

Okay. So I had a plot bunny attack me when the UPS guy (a very hot UPS guy) dropped off my daughter's Christmas present. I immediately thought, what if Edward was the hot UPS guy?


Of course, I have enough going on with the stories I'm writing now and in RL to add another epic fic to the list. But what if I invited one of my author friends to write it with me and made it drabble-esque?


That's were PrimaryColors comes in.


As soon as I mentioned it, she was on board. and Voila! The Whole Package was born.


Summary: Bella sees him every day but has a hard time gathering up the nerve to make a move. Every delivery is a special delivery. UPSward! E/B AH Rated M for Bella checkin' out Edward's package.

We'll be updating twice daily, alternating chapters. We have no idea what the other writes before they post it. We read it for the 1st time just like you lovely readers. It's all unbeta'd, purely instinctual writing, pure silliness, and a way for us to let loose during the stressful holiday season! Join us!!


12/6/11

Banner Tease for my New Story!


SO, soooooo very excited about this f*ckawesome banner by the very talented jaimearkin!

I seriously told her the synopsis and sent her a bunch of pictures, and let her have at it.

She's amazing. That is all. Thank you, bb!!

So, just so you know, I'm planning to post the prologue in January See you then!

12/1/11

ToTY News & New Story Teasers!


Hey there! Teacher of the Year was picked as one of 5 stories for Fic of the Week over at the Lemonade Stand! The wonderful FictionFreak95 once again surprised me with a great little review!


Also, I'm currently working on a new story, but I don't want to give too much away! So I'll leave you with two pictures, and a quote from the Prologue, how's that? 


Any guesses as to what I'm doing??





“He’s Engaged?” The words wooshed out of me, leaving me breathless and dizzy.


11/4/11

MT Futuretake Teaser and Banner!




“Oh, don’t pout, baby. If we do this now, you’ll never make your flight,” she says, chuckling as she walks towards my open bags.
“You have everything? Your phone charger?” She looks at me expectantly. 
She should know me by now.
“Yes, hun. I have my charger. My phone is already fully charged and I have a fully charged extra battery in there too.” I reach her and kiss her temple as she wraps her arm around my waist. She’s pretty big, so full frontal hugs are hard to do.
“Good,” she smiles, closing her eyes and sighing.

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10/27/11

Teaser for ToTY Chapter 1 in EPOV Outtake!





As a reminder, I'll be submitting an outtake for the Fandom for Texas Wildfire Relief compilation. Please take a moment to visit their page, donate a minimum of $5 USD, and receive a great compilation of One-shots, outtakes, OFs and futuretakes by some of your favorite ff authors. Deadline for receipts of donations to be sent in is November 1st. The compilations will be mailed out around November 7th, according to the website.


I'll be submitting chapter one Teacher of the Year in EPOV, called Her. That's right, you'll get inside Edward's mind as he meets Bella. Here's a little unbeta'd teaser ;)



She’s wearing this little black thing with the little straps on the shoulder and a short-- very short-- skirt, leaning over the bar her milky-white legs seem to stretch for miles, propped up on equally sexy black heels.
And I’m being a perv ogling her and her perfect little ass.
What the hell is wrong with me?
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10/8/11

So I'm Making Banners Now...

After messing around making my Teacher of the Year banner, and the banner for my OS Arms, Magnolia822 mentioned how much she liked my style and wanted a banner for her Slash crossover These Violent Delights (Twi/HP). Now, I can't stop. So I made a couple more. Let me know what you think. I'm making more as inspiration hits :) 







BTW, I want to thank each and every one of you for your kind words of support during this difficult time for my family. For those of you unaware, the best mother-in-law in the world passed away September 28, 2011 of congestive heart failure at 79. I'd just like to reiterate how much I love this fandom. It's the best one. EVER.

9/21/11

Evening the Score News and Other Stuff


Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that Evening the Score is Twific Database's Pick of the Week! Check out what they had to say about my very first story :)





I've also taken the plunge and signed up for Fictionista Workshop's WitFit Prompts! You can check out my two latest entries here! I'll also be posting them here as well :)

I don't plan on writing every day, but if I do see a prompt that gets my inspiration going, they'll be posted on FFN. I might take a few of them and expand them into short stories, so put me on author alert!

9/17/11

Teacher of the Year Featured!


Imagine my surprise when I woke up Friday morning to find a Facebook message from none other than FictionFreak95 (Dick for Hire, Vines, Meet the Masens) telling me she'd reviewed my silly little story, Teacher of the Year, on The Fictionators.


I spazzed. I giggled uncontrollably. I fangirled.


I may have cried a little.


I'm willing to admit that.


Not only is FictionFreak95 one of my favorite authors, she's actually one of the coolest, nicest people in the fandom. Her happy disposition is infectious, and he love of the fandom and the authors in it is second to none.


In a nutshell... she's in it for all the right reasons.


After this review was posted, I was flooded with alerts and ads. There are just not enough words to say how thrilled, surprised, and friggin' stoked I am about the whole thing.


So, after you read the review, and maybe take a gander (and review) Teacher of the Year, go and read her stuff. It's all good, just pick something off her story list and go. 


And Jo, I <3 ya bb!

9/12/11

Fandom for Texas Wildfire Relief



I'll be submitting an outtake for the Fandom for Texas Wildfire Relief compilation. Please take a moment to visit their page, donate a minimum of $5 USD, and receive a great compilation of One-shots, outtakes, and futuretakes by some of your favorite ff authors. Deadline for receipts of donations to be sent in is November 1st. The compilations will be mailed out around November 7th, according to the website.


I'll be submitting chapter one Teacher of the Year in EPOV, called Her. That's right, you'll get inside Edward's mind as he meets Bella.


Here's the banner :) 

9/7/11

New Story? Seriously?

So, I've been toying with a new plot bunny that won't leave me alone, and after a tweet exchange with someone (you KNOW who you are), I actually managed to put together a loose outline for my next story.


Now, I know what you're gonna say. "DH, You still have to finish WtNC, AND you're in the middle of TotY."


Yes, I know....


I fucking know.


And I shake my head at my own pitiful lack of willpower. 


My RL is super crazy, with work, family and the possibility of a move, sale of a house, etc. But, what can I say? Writing manages to soothe me, even when not being able to update on time wigs me out.


So, without further ado, I will post a little pic tease to get you thinking... along with one line from the story itself. I don't know when it will post, but definitely after I've completed WtNC. 


"I was the most hopeful I'd ever been in my very short life. I finally belonged-- I had a new family, and a bosom friend.
And then, he happened."




I'll let you ponder that one for now lol... and no, it won't be my usual strictly humor. It's a Friendship/Romance... you'll see ;)

9/6/11

Story Updates and Good News All Around!

Hey there! Just a few things to keep you updated. 

  • All chapters are up-to-date on the blog for Teacher of the Year, and now also available on A Different Forest
  • Ange de L'aube has done a wonderfully awesome blinkie for Teacher of the Year! You can check it out on the righthand side of this page under "My Story Blinkies"
  • A Twilighted thread was started for TotY. The link is on the left side of this page under "My Links"
  • AND, Teacher of the Year is up for Fic of the Week over at The Lemonade Stand! Go take a look, vote for TotY and other favorites. There are some seriously awesome fics this week!

9/3/11

Chapter 8 Teaser for TotY

Here's a small, unbeta'd teaser for chapter 8 of Teacher of the Year! Enjoy!


After a few more moments of silence, the sound of the storyteller’s voice in the distance makes the children giggle, and I smile in the direction of the commotion.
“Look, I’m sorry about Friday.” Edward says suddenly. I guess he likes to cut to the chase.
I turn to find him looking down, tracing the grain of the wooden tabletop. I’m momentarily mesmerized by the length and elegance of his fingers, the veins appearing and disappearing with each movement. 
“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one with the word vomit, remember?” I reply, my voice small and foreign as I continue to stare at his fingers.
Those fingers were excellent that night. I can only imagine what else they’re good at.

8/16/11

Plummy Talks Shakespeare, Magic Realism, and Sexy Robots



I recently had an opportunity to chat with Plummy, author of Pressed for Time and Neverending Math Equation, about her writing, her passions, and Shakespeare. I absolutely loved her candidness and sincerity, and was thrilled with the chance to pick her brain. Her current WIP, Love in Idleness, is a blatant departure from formula fic, and those who are already reading will be able to gain some understanding about the author's direction. Those who have yet to start reading will hopefully be intrigued enough to check it out.


Love in Idleness: Bella Swan meets the perfect boy during her junior year, but when she finds out he's a freshman, and an evil mastermind, all hell breaks lose.

      DH78: Where did the inspiration for Love in Idleness come from?



P: This is a long answer, but I swear it’s pretty much the truth.
I’m very interested in the character of Bella and the way she’s portrayed in the Twilight series and in fanfiction. More often than not, I don’t love how she’s depicted (overly weak, overly strong, waffling), but I’ve also found her hard to write. So, when Chele and I were finishing up Pressed For Time, and I discovered that that Bella had a very deep understanding of and belief in the role of fairy tales in the lives of both young girls and women, it struck a chord with me. I got thinking about transformation and enchantment and how she made sense of her existence, which got me thinking about the previous story I’d written (Neverending Math Equation), which I also think of as a fairy tale, and realized that what I was really fascinated by was the idea of every day magic, and the little dreams that people hold on to, and why one might choose reality over fantasy, or vice versa. 
At the same time, I’d been kidding around about wanting to write “Shakesfic,” and specifically a Twilight/Midsummer’s Night Dream mash-up. The original idea was going to be a very close interpretation of the play: Bella/Helena, Alice/Hermia, Edward/Demetrius, Jasper/Lysander, Rose/Titania, Emmet/Oberon, Carlisle/Theseus, and Esme/Hippolyta, but I had an issue with Puck. Who should play him? Jasper came to mind, which screwed things up. I thought maybe Alice would be a better choice, but that meant I’d have to replace Hermia with Tanya. After thinking about it, it seemed all I’d actually be doing was cutting & pasting scenes and dialog directly from the play. So, I dropped the idea.
But one day in late April, after I had myself convinced that I wasn’t going to write anymore fanfiction, or at least not for a while, I got it into my head to try and write using third person narrative, and once I started, I realized that the midsummer “motif” was already there. The first four chapters basically wrote themselves though I became more interested in the fairies (Mote, Cobweb, Peasebottom and Mustard Seed), than the main characters, and very interested in Titania, because it also sounds like “Tanya” from canon. And then everything went to hell.

DH78: What made you want to start writing ff?
P: I got all kinds of caught up in Clipped Wings & Inked Armor.* It wasn’t the first FF I’d read, but I simply adored it. So, when the “Tattward & Inkella” contest came around in June 2009, I decided to enter because I was pretty sure I could write a 5000-word story. Of course, as it turned out, I couldn’t. The story, which was ExB, got all turned around, and the more I tried to get the characters to behave, I couldn’t – and by the time I did figure out what the story was, I’d already missed the deadline. But, having gone through the process of understanding what I wanted to write, I committed myself to finishing it. And that’s how NEME came about.

DH78: LiI (Love in Idleness) is very different from a lot of fic out there at the moment. Some of your readers may find it difficult to even describe your story to someone who asks about it. Is it purely a love story? Is it sci-fi? Are either of those genres secondary to a larger point? If you had to convince someone to read your story, how would you describe the plot?
P: First off, I am horrid at titles. My kids are lucky they even have names. Second, as just about anyone will tell you, I couldn’t write a decent summary if my life depended on it. And thirdly, I can’t stand having to check the category boxes when I put up a story, and sometimes go back and change them, repeatedly, because I feel limited by having to say it’s one thing versus another.
But this is a really good question.
I think, first and foremost, that Love in Idleness is a love story. This is what I most like to read, and so this is what I most like to write. I also think that the genre that best describes LiI is “magical realism,” because it allows magic to exist in the real world. 
I looked it up on Google, and liked this bit of description. Magic realism is
...what happens when a highly detailed, realistic setting is invaded by something too strange to believe.
I’m also really trying to follow the themes in AMSND (A Midsummer Night's Dream), which all revolve around chaos: loves difficulty, magic, dreams, and contrast. I’m probably over-simplifying or over-complicating things. One of those.
And, it’s also got a little bit of hentai thrown in for good measure, because I find fantastical beings (um, like fairies, robots and vampires) very erotic.
Whenever I’ve had to convince someone to read any of my stories, it has come to a bad end, but I think if someone likes stories with layers, and to immerse themselves in a different world than their own, but also likes a good rollicking romance, then Love in Idleness is probably a decent choice.

DH78: Do you have a set writing plan? Outline? Do you write organically, or is everything perfectly planned?
P: I’ve written three stories, and I’ve approached each of them differently. I think I’m still trying to figure out the best method for me. I generally keep an outline that has to be updated constantly. I try to follow the story, rather than force it to what I think it should be, but I also do a LOT of reading and research about the images, symbols and words that strike me while I’m writing. I have lists of the characters and what they do and don’t do (who swears, who doesn’t, which words they use). I keep random timelines, map locations, get directions, draw up blueprints, whatever strikes me. And I have files and files and files of pictures on my computer, which I have to purge every once in a while for fear that they will be discovered. It’s incredibly inefficient and a lot of time I’m mostly distracting myself from actually writing (or working). But when it comes down to writing (which I often do long hand to stop myself from playing with formatting in the middle of a first or last draft) I really try to focus in on the scene, and what each character needs to get out of that particular moment. It’s a lot like acting and writing for the stage, which is what my training is.

DH78: Who’s your favorite character in your story? Why?
T: In this story, my favorite character is Bella and Mote, who are the same. I feel horrific admitting this and am scared that Edward will abandon me once he finds out, however I happen to know that these are his favorite characters too and am hoping he’ll cut me some slack. 
The reason I like her is that she is quite a solitary figure and happily so. But I think she has to learn to share a bit of herself, because most anything in life is a collaborative process – whether it’s getting Mote published, or letting someone into her heart - and I think she has to learn how to do this without giving up what is magical about her.

DH78: How long have you been in the fandom? 
P: March 2009 is the date I got my own FF profile. I think I started reading in February, though.

DH78: What was the first ff you ever read? 
P: It was a TrueBlood fic and I think it was by Terri Botta and I think it was called Let Love In.This might not have been my first, but it was the first I remember.

DH78: Are you reading any ff right now? If so? Wanna rec something you’re loving so far?

P: I am adoring, slathering over and fixated on Falling Empire of the Heart, by HoochieMomma. It’s an Arthurian inspired fic (I was a huge Arthur geek when I was a teenager, and it has awakened all of that for me) that focuses on the destinies of Edren and Bellona, but features standout characterizations of all the main Twilight couples. The story itself is smooth as butter with awe-inspiring prose, and a wonderful story arc that requires a bit of thought. It’s a work in progress and currently has twenty-three of the most satisfying chapters I’ve ever read. I have a few FFs that I adore, but this is the only one that I consider jaw dropping.

DH78: Some people may be wondering if you are you an HEA girl? Those of us who have read Pressed for Time or your other stories understand that your view of an HEA is not typical or cookie-cutter, but an HEA nonetheless. There might be some who worry about how this is all going to go down. Any thoughts? 

P: I don’t mind being labeled an HEA girl, but I’m definitely not a hearts and flowers writer. I like endings to feel like endings, not the beginning of the next story, neither do I want them to read as a wrap up of every single loose end in the story. And most of all, I like the ending to match the beginning. I think somewhere this is called “geometric progression,” which is when the chapters match forward and backwards, so, in a way, you can tell the endings of my stories by reading the beginning. In NEME, Edward flies in to NYC wanting to be a “regular guy” not a wunderkind, he wants to understand what love is, and eventually he does, or at least he’s starting to. He’s in a better place than he was. In PFT, Edward is self-loathing and considers himself an “asshole." In the end, Edward does not loathe himself and actually sees a future, and comes to grips with the fact that he is still probably an asshole, but that he can use that particular trait to help the woman he loves.

This is the kind of HEA that I write. However, I am desperate to write about a wedding. I don’t even really like them in real life. Which is probably why. 

I know this makes no sense, but it’s been fun trying to describe why I do what I do and how I do it!

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I had a ton of fun getting to know a little more about one of my favorite authors. Plummy, thanks for your time and your thoughtful words! 

You can also follow Plummy on Twitter @plummy6 

*Clipped Wings & Inked Armour by HunterHunting was pulled this past year. It is no longer available.

8/15/11

TotY Teaser for Chapter 5!

Hello everyone! Here's a little un-beta'd teaser for you all :) Plus some goodies below!

*Remember, you can read all the chapters here as well as on FFN!*
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I’m beginning to think he really doesn’t remember shit from that night and was just being extra nice with me.
It’s not until Wednesday night when I look through G’s agenda that I notice a note in the teacher’s writing space:
Ms. Swan, I’d like to schedule a conference with you. Please let me know when you can meet. I look forward to seeing you. Regards, Mr. Cullen
Well, then. That could be interpreted a bunch of different ways. 
A flurry of possibilities run through my already discombobulated mind.
He can A: want to talk about something Garrett did, good or bad, B: Want to meet to tell me how much he fantasizes taking me into the teacher’s lounge and punishing me for being a bad girl, or C: He may just want to know what I plan to bring for the first PTA bake sale.
It could go either way, really.

I also got bored the other day and cast my characters. 

Edward

Bella

Garrett


Rosalie

Alice

Angela

7/30/11

"Arms" O/S Posted!




This was my entry for TLS's Lyrics and Lemons Contest. I had so much fun writing it. I'd been inspired by Christina Perri's song "Arms" for a while and already had this OS in mind when I saw the contest come up, I just had to enter it :) Thanks to all my little readers who took the time to read all the wonderful submissions, and review and vote as well!
Magnolia822 was my illustrious beta. I <3 her hard.
Summary: She tried to push away the one person who held her heart but never thought she deserved. This is her journey home. E/B Romance/Drama
Disclaimer: SM owns everything Twilight. Christina Perri owns the song. They both own the immense talent that inspired this story. I bow to them in reverence.



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Fall 2003
“That was it? She just left just like that?” 
“Just like that. I don’t even care anymore. Good fucking riddance.” I took a drag from my cig and exhaled, letting the nicotine calm me. I wasn’t exactly being honest. I did care. My best friend Alice knew better, which is why she was giving me the pity face. Fuck that. I didn’t need the pity face. I needed to get the fuck out of Forks—like my mom just had.
“I don’t understand why she would leave after all these years. Were they really fighting that much, B?” Alice sat at the lunch table in the middle of our school’s courtyard, resting her chin on her propped-up arm.
“That’s just it, Allie. They never fought. I guess that was the problem. My dad sucks at talking, according to my mother. Mom just told me she felt trapped and needed out. What the fuck do I know?” I flicked the burned out butt onto the grass, feeling sorry for myself.
Allie’s boyfriend, Garrett, sauntered over, and all conversation ceased as he practically mauled the poor girl. PDA’s were never my thing, and watching those two go at it in broad daylight was enough for me to lose my lunch on a good day. Today, I was this close to combusting.
“I’m sorry.” The whisper came so quietly I hardly heard it. But the voice was smooth and comforting. I looked over to find Edward Cullen, Allie’s twin brother, sitting across from me, nose in a book. For a second I thought I had finally gone insane and was just hearing things. But then he glanced up, his sea-green eyes shyly peeking above the rim of his glasses, and I couldn’t look away. 
Now, I wasn’t blind. The guy was cute. Where Allie was vertically challenged, Edward was tall and lanky. Where Allie was Little Miss Popular, Edward was mostly invisible to the student body. Everyone knew him as Allie’s nerdy brother. I’d been friends with Allie since the fifth grade when their parents moved to Forks from Chicago. But for some strange reason, Edward and I hardly interacted. He was super introverted, sticking to his books and music class-- I didn’t pay him much attention. 
So imagine my surprise when Edward Cullen looked at me. He saw me. 
“You didn’t do anything. You have no reason to be sorry.” My voice sounded surprisingly low and gruff . I could blame it on the smoking. I could.
Edward gave me a half smile before closing his book and meeting my gaze full-on. It was the first time I had the chance to really study him. I couldn’t look away. His hair was all over the place with flecks of bronze when the light hit it; his skin was pale, but then again, that was par for the course in Forks. HIs eyes struck me the most. They burned right through me and I could feel myself curling away from his scrutiny. I didn’t want anyone to know-- to really know. It was easier this way.
“I know, but I’m sorry you’re going through this. I know my sister can be...” he glanced over to Allie, still sucked into the Garrett vortex, “difficult. But if you ever want to talk, or you just need an ear... you can talk to me.” He shrugged, looking down at his fidgety fingers.
At that moment, the bell rang, beckoning us back to class. Everyone stood up and started making their way to their destinations, but I sat frozen. Edward slowly rose and glanced down at me one last time, then walked away. But before he could get too far, I ran a few steps and grabbed his upper arm. He stopped and looked over his shoulder, eyeing me cautiously.
“Thanks. I might take you up on that,” I said.
Edward smiled gently. “I’m usually in the music room after school. Come by,” he replied, smirking slightly before continuing towards class.
...
For some reason I found myself following Edward’s instructions after school that day. I made my way to the music room, not really wanting to go home to face my dad and a suddenly empty house. Edward sat tinkering on the piano  some tune I couldn’t place.
“Hey,” I called out.
Edward stopped and turned, smiling. He had a really beautiful smile.
He gestured me to join him on the piano bench, and I did. For a moment, we sat in silence as he tinkered with a few notes. Then somehow I just... talked. For over an hour, I spoke without censure, without fear. Edward listened, alternating between looking at me, nodding, and playing a few chords. It was all very easy and normal, as if we’d done this every day. I told him all about my mother’s sudden “need to find her true calling” and whatever bullshit she’d spewed to me the night she left. I told him all about hearing my dad’s silent sniffling through the walls of my room. And through it all, Edward listened as he promised he would, offering no stereotypical bits of wisdom. When I couldn’t take the pain anymore and finally broke down, right there on a piano bench next to Edward Cullen, I felt the weight and warmth of his arm wrapping carefully around my shoulder. The sensation warmed me to the bone and my body instinctually melted against his, searching for security and comfort. He responded by hugging me with both arms while I held on to him for dear life. I sobbed into his chest, probably ruining his shirt, but he didn’t seem to give a shit. And it was at that moment I realized I would never let go.
Summer 2006 

To: Ecullen(at)email . com
Fr: IzzyBella(at)mymail . com
Subject: Party party...
Yes, I know how many times you’ve told me you don’t want to go to Mike’s party, but plleeease? Just for a little while? I don’t want to be there without you. So come with me.
Please. for me?
-B

To: IzzyBella(at)mymail . com
Fr: Ecullen(at)email . com
Subject: RE: Party party...
Bella, none of those people have spoken more than a few words to me over the last 2 years, and those few were because I was hanging around you. They’re not people I care to be around.
But, I’ll do it for you, and only because you ask me to. 
And for the record, I’d much rather just have a quiet evening with you.
-Edward

To: Ecullen(at)email . com
Fr: IzzyBella(at)mymail . com
Subject: RE: RE: Party party...
:)
xo. 
Pick me up at 8.
-B
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I was no fool. I knew Edward was hot. And over the course of three years, I managed to coax him out of his shell a bit. We were best friends-- just friends. We went out, we hung out with our buddies, including Allie and her boyfriend-of-the-moment. Garrett, apparently, had not been her “soul mate”-- her words, not mine-- and so Alice was now with a stoner-slash-skater named Alec. Even though he was a bit of a shit, he did provide us some world-class weed, and I was not gonna bite the hand that fed me. I would learn to like Alec.
Edward never liked me to smoke. He managed to get me to quit cigs, but failed to keep me away from smoking up. I respected him though, and only did it when I wasn’t with him. Edward was pretty straight-edge and even managed to gain quite a few groupies who silently pined over him and gave me evil stares at every turn. I could give a shit really. We shared most of our AP classes senior year and were pretty much inseparable. He was sweet, and knew everything about me, or at least what I would tell him. I had to keep some things to myself.
Like the fact I was crushing on him. Just a little.
I didn’t really realize it until half-way through junior year when Lauren-Mother-Fucking-Mallory asked him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. 
That’s right. All boobs and fake nails. Every guy wanted her, and she wanted Edward.
Sigh.
I sulked at home that night, getting play-by-play phone calls and text messages from Allie from the dance, telling me everything that bitch attempted, including neck nuzzles, grinding on the dance floor, and even pressing her gigantic boobs against his chest. My only solace was that Edward seemed pretty uncomfortable, according to Allie, and it wasn’t long before he called my cell phone at midnight, claiming he’d had to peel Lauren off of him before running away.
Like literally, he fucking ran away from her. He was still out of breath on the phone. I giggled, silently relieved he didn’t want Lauren, but wanted to talk to me about nothing at all. Those were the best conversations ever.
But of course, I had to keep my feelings to myself. With my logic, we’d be going away to college-- Edward to Dartmouth, me to NYU, and there’d be no point in telling him how I felt. It was just a stupid crush. And besides, his friendship meant more to me than anything else. I would probably suck at being a girlfriend.
So I said nothing and instead proudly watched my best friends walk across the stage to receive their diplomas. Moments later, when it was my turn, I heard the distinct cheers from my dad and Allie. When a strange impulse forced me to glance through the faces in the gymnasium I caught Edward’s green eyes staring right back at me with happiness and pride I nearly jumped off the stage and into his arms. I did contain myself, though, because I wasn’t  insane.
Now, here we found ourselves at Mike’s graduation party. Edward wore a v-neck teeshirt better than anyone I ever knew. And the black one he wore today, combined with his jeans and chucks, had me breathing a little harder than usual.
“You okay?” He asked next to my ear, his lips lightly grazing it. I shivered.
“What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.”
“You look very pretty, by the way,” he said, still whispering only to me. I could smell his natural scent-- he just smelled clean and just... Edwardy. 
Don’t ask me to explain that. 
His innocent compliment sent waves of want through my body, and I had to get away. So I pulled him through the crowding bodies and into the kitchen where the real fun was already in full-swing. Allie was already there and quite stoned. 
“Hey, no fair. You didn’t wait for me! Sharing is caring, pass it over,” I told her. She giggled, and I felt Edward tighten his hand around mine slightly.
I knew I was alienating him. I was being stupid, I knew that. His pleading eyes made me want to just escape with him, but I couldn’t let him too close to me, or I’d fall. I couldn’t afford that, and frankly, I’d break his heart eventually. I just knew it. So I pushed him away the only way I knew how. It wasn’t at all the way I’d seen this evening going.
“Do you really have to do this tonight? Can you just not do this? Stay with me?” Edward pleaded. On the inside I screamed at myself for breaking him like this. He’d mentioned to me several times before how much he hated how I acted when I was stoned. But I couldn’t control myself.
“Oh, lighten up, Edward. It’s just a couple of hits to relax. You really should try it. Then maybe you wouldn’t be so tense all the time. Like I’ve told you before, just go away if you don’t want to see me have fun.”
Everyone around us laughed and snorted, their goofy faces showcasing various levels of fucked up. When I turned to smile at him, he looked at me sadly, letting go of my hand, and I immediately felt the absence. When he turned and walked out on me, I didn’t follow. I’d apologize and beg for him to forgive me later. It was always that way.
He’d forgive me.
The rest of the night passed in moments of lucidity and blurs. The last thing I remember, strong arms carried me out, my body against a warm chest that smelled of Edward.
The next morning I woke up with a bitch of a hangover and a note on my bedside table.
Take the aspirin and drink the full glass. Then meet me at the cafe at 3. We need to talk. -Edward

...
I plopped down across from him, sitting at our favorite table next to the window. He’d already ordered me my lemon crumb cake and mocha. I spoke quietly.
“Hey. Listen, Edward, I’m really so...” His hand in the air stopped my string of apologies. He didn’t look too happy.
“Why did you invite me to that party if all you were going to do was get fucked up?”
Woah. I’d never hear him curse at me... or ever, really. His jaw was tight and his voice deceptively calm. I knew he was angry. 
“I’m sorry, Edward. I wasn’t planning on doing any of that shit. But it was just there, and everyone was already having fun, I figured...”
“You figured you’d smoke up, even if I was there? What kind of a friend are you, Bella? I had to watch you dig yourself into a hole. It killed me last night to see you like that. You’re too smart to do that to yourself. I thought I meant more to you than that,” he said seriously, his expression reflecting a disappointment I never thought I’d cause.
“I fucked up, Edward. I know that. I don’t know what made me do it, but I promise you, I’ll never embarrass you again. Just please. I can’t bear to see you upset at me,” I pleaded, grabbing his hand between both of mine. Edward looked at our connected hands and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. After exhaling, he glanced at me again, a small smile tugging at his lips. I sighed in relief.
“I just want this last summer together to be really good. I want us to have fun. It will be a long time before we’re able to see each other again after we start classes.”
He nodded, and just like that, we were okay. And it was an awesome summer. Together.
...
“Bells! C’mon, no way you’ll make good time on the road if you don’t leave now!” Charlie yelled up the stairs at me. I was always a last-minute girl, and today was no exception. I double and triple checked my room and bathroom to make sure I had everything before bounding down the stairs with my duffle bag. 
“Well, it’s about time. Edward already loaded up everything. Don’t forget to check in whenever you two stop for the night, and I put two bottles of mace in the glove compartment.”
“Dad.” I rolled my eyes.
Edward leaned against the door of my car, looking on at the father-daughter dynamic in action. He was amused. I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Now Bella, you can’t be too careful, so just humor me, alright?” He gestured for me to give him a hug, and when I wrapped my arms around him tightly, he turned to whisper in my ear. 
“I’m very proud of you, baby. Don’t lose touch with Edward. He’s a good kid and a good friend. He cares about you a whole lot.”
It was the most profound statement my father ever shared with me. And I would never forget it.
Dad turned to holler at Edward as I walked towards the car. “Take care of my baby, son. Keep tabs on her and fill me in from time to time. I’m countin’ on you.” He gave Edward a pointed look and bid us luck and a safe trip. I wiped a stray tear as Edward held the door for me. After settling in, we were off.
...
The cross-country road trip passed without incident, and we dutifully checked in with Charlie and Edward’s parents along the way. We finally made it to New York after a few days and Edward helped me unpack and check into my dorm. My roommate had already settled in, greeting us with a smile as she mentioned going downstairs to the common area to meet with the RA. As the door closed Edward plopped onto my bed, eyeing everything around him.
“Everything to your liking, Mr. Cullen?” I giggled.
“It will do, I suppose,” he sighed playfully.
Sitting down next to him, I rested my head on his shoulder and stared blankly at the wall in front of me. After a comfortable silence, Edward stirred. “I’ll miss you.”
His words were quiet and hardly there, but the weight of them pressed on my heart. When I gazed up at him, the deep green of his eyes made me panic. I could almost feel the words bubbling up within him and I just . . . couldn’t. I needed to stop him before he said something I couldn’t handle.
“Hey, don’t be silly. We’re not that far away from each other. Just a train ride, really,” I said, looking down at my fingers. 
A pregnant pause made me look at him once more, only to see a bit of resigned sadness that I wanted nothing more than to erase.
“Yeah. I guess you’re right. And we have email and stuff. It’ll be fine.” His voice sounded rehearsed and flat. I needed to brighten his mood pronto.
“Hey, let’s go get a bite or something. This is New York City. It’s like food Mecca.”
I stood, pulling him up and dragging him out until we were off campus, enjoying a New York slice.
...
Grand Central bustled with commuters, travelers, and tourists. But all I could really see was my Edward-- his mess of hair towering over most everyone as he pulled me by the hand through the crowds. Once we arrived at his train he turned to me and smiled. 
“This is me.”
“Promise me to text me when you get there. Let me know you’re safe.” 
“I will,” Edward replied before his brow furrowed. “Bella, I really need to say something...”
“No.”
His eyes snapped to mine in surprise. “No?”
“Just. No. Edward, let’s not do this now. I can’t do this now...” I didn’t dare look at him. I felt so small and ashamed. I was hurting him, but I couldn’t stop it.
When he didn’t respond, I felt his fingers gently graze my cheek until they reached under my chin, lifting it so our eyes locked. I couldn’t even describe the look on Edward’s face. He shut his eye briefly before sighing, giving me a very small smile.
“You’ll always be my Bella, you know that?”
And with that he put his arms around me as he’d always done. I felt at home. Oh God, what was I doing?  
I hugged him hard, my mouth to his neck, mouthing how much I loved him silently against his skin. I don’t think he even realized it, but I kind of hoped he would. I was silently screaming for him to see right through me, because I knew I couldn’t open up to him the way he deserved. Instead, I hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear.
“And you’ll always be my Edward.” I felt his shiver in my arms and as he pulled away first, I swore I could almost see wetness in his eyes. I placed my hand on his cheek.
“Don’t be a stranger. You’re not getting rid of me any time soon.”
He smiled boyishly. “I really hope not. Take care of yourself, Bella,” he said, pulling away, our linked hands the last to disconnect. He walked backwards, his intense stare never leaving mine before he had to turn and board the train that led to the rest of his life.
When I got back to my room, I sat... and cried.
...
Winter 2009

“Is Edward in town too?” Dad asked as I sat down on the couch untangling Christmas lights. 
“He said he would be, we haven’t spoken much the last couple months. We’re both super busy with school.” 
Freshman year, Edward and I texted, emailed, and Facebooked each other all the time. He’d tell me about his classes, how he’d joined the rowing team and was becoming active with student government. I told him about my stupid professors and the new friends I’d made at the coffee house where I part-timed.
It was comfortable. I was happy.
His school’s breaks were scheduled a little differently than mine, but we’d managed to see each other a couple of times each year. Each time was like old times.
It was comfortable. I was happy.
I thought that maybe my feelings for him had finally waned. Maybe.
Until he sent me an email... about a girl he’d met.
Talking myself out of going nuts over this, I reminded myself that they were just dating, and he had every right to do so, since I had never claimed him.
I never allowed him to claim me.
Soon, the emails and texts came fewer and farther between. He was busy. Busy with school, busy with rowing... busy with life.
I fucked up.
I never told him how I felt. 
So here I was, at home with my grandma and dad, stringing lights and taking out old handmade ornaments, talking about the boy I thought I loved-- maybe still did-- and no one knew. 
He didn’t know.
“I hear he’s doing quite well up there. Might graduate with honors,” Grandma added, absently organizing the chaos around us.
“Yeah, that’s what I heard too. He sent me an email a couple weeks ago telling me he’d call me, but you know how that is.”
“Well, I certainly hope you two can find the time to hang out. He was your best friend for so long.” Thanks for the reminder, Grams.

Yeah, we’ll see.”
...
The Clearwaters always held a huge holiday party. Everyone was there-- some old classmates and their parents-- the Blacks, the Stanleys, and yes, the Cullens.
Allie immediately ran over to me, squeezing me with her tiny arms.
“Ah! I’m so happy to see you! It’s been too long. C’mon, let’s talk.” Never giving me the chance to speak, she tugged me towards a quieter part of the house and sat me down on the couch.
“So, what’s new with you? Any boyfriends?” Her gray eyes gleamed with mischief. It made me laugh.
“Um, not really. I mean, I dated this guy a couple months ago. He’s in my program. But... I don’t know... I just wasn’t feeling it.” I actually felt kind of shy about talking love life stuff with my friend, since she was also Edward’s sister.
“No spark, eh? Yeah. I totally get that. I can’t seem to find the one guy to sweep me off my feet. I mean, there is one guy who I can’t get rid of. Jasper. He’s cute. Really smart. But I want to have fun, you know?”
Ah, yes. I see Allie hasn’t changed.
We entered into conversation about nothing at all before we heard Esme Cullen, Allie and Edward’s mom, say something rather loudly.
“Oh, there he is! My handsome son! Edward, I’m so glad you finally made it!”
I perked up immediately, head snapping in the direction of her voice, feeling my heart stutter. I swallowed hard, all of a sudden giddy to see my best friend.
“Hey cool! Edward’s here. Let’s go say hi.” Allie stood, once again tugging me along until we reached the foyer. When I turned the corner and took in the scene, I really wished I hadn’t.
Edward was with a girl. Holding her hand.
My breath caught, and Edward’s eyes met mine. He looked shocked, scared, and quickly averted his eyes. 
He made the rounds, introducing the girl to everyone. I vaguely heard Allie whisper in my ear.
“I can’t believe he brought her.”
I wanted the ground to swallow me. The world had come crashing down on me.
When Edward had almost made his way to my side of the room, I excused myself, telling Allie I wasn’t feeling well. She glanced at me worriedly, but nodded.
I didn’t stay. I couldn’t face him.
After midnight, I’d finally managed to get comfortable enough to sleep when I heard the buzz of my phone. 
I heard you weren’t feeling well. Are you ok?
Edward. He hadn’t texted me in months, and now here he was, inquiring on my well-being. I wanted to scream at him, maybe push him. But I knew I did this to myself. I pushed him away. 
I’m fine. Sorry couldn’t stay.

I want to see you before we leave again. Please?

I sighed, wondering if it was a good idea to see him. I’d have to put on my bravest face and suck it up. My best friend deserved happiness. I knew that. But fuck, it hurt.
When?

Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up around 10?

What about your girlfriend?

She left to visit her folks in Portland.

Ah. So he wasn’t denying the girlfriend status. And he still wanted to see me. I couldn’t deny him. I wanted to see him, even if it killed me.
Sure. I’ll see you then.

Sweet dreams, Bella.

Funny. The sweetest dreams I ever had were when he was mine.
...
Edward looked amazing. I hadn’t given myself the opportunity to really look at him the night before since I’d hightailed it out of the party. He was broad-shouldered-- a product of the rowing, no doubt-- and his frame had filled out with lean muscle. His blue-gray v-neck sweater hugged all the right places.
“What happened to your glasses?” I asked as he drove us towards the diner.
“Oh, um, contacts,” he replied.
“I see. You look... good,” I managed, looking out the window. Truth was I missed his glasses. They were such a part of him, and our history, and the best parts of our memories, that I wanted to make him put them back on.
I could feel his eyes on me at a stoplight.
“Bella, why does it feel like this?”
“What?” I turned to see him. His eyes were pleading.
“It just... feels wrong. It shouldn’t be this hard to be around each other.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I did, but I couldn’t confess to that. 
Edward sighed as the light turned green. We spent the rest of the drive in silence.
...
Our brunch at the diner was more of the same. We chatted lightly about whatever, never hitting the subjects we really needed to hash out. We were dancing around it.
“So. What’s her name?” I blurted.
He froze a moment before answering. “Jane.”
I nodded. “Is she the same girl you told me about that one time?”
“Uh, yeah. We met in class. I took her to a few of her sorority formals, and things just kind of happened.”
“What things?” I couldn’t believe I just asked that. Apparently neither could he. He gazed at me, eyes wide. Deer caught in headlights.“Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
He continued to stare at me. A flurry of different emotions passed though his face. He settled on anger, it seemed. 
He paid the bill and marched outside, not even waiting for me to follow. But I did.
I kept my head down, embarrassed that I couldn’t keep my fucking mouth shut. I couldn’t look at him. I could feel the waves of his anger flowing from him.
“What did you expect me to do, Bella?!” He shouted, turning towards me suddenly, making me halt in place and snap my eyes to his.
“What do you...”
“No! Don’t ‘what do you mean’ me! You shut me down, Bella! That day at the train station. You shut me down, and then you shut me out. I couldn’t make heads or tails of what you wanted from me.” 
I couldn’t speak. This version of Edward was magnificent. He’d changed. He wasn’t the boy I loved anymore. Now he was the man I could never deny I loved. So I stood there... and took it all. I deserved it. I felt my eyes water.
Edward seemed to be trying to calm himself, tugging at his hair as he paced and took deep breaths. There was so much I wanted to say. I couldn’t tell him now. He had someone. I’d only fuck things up for him by complicating everything with my shit.
“Does she make you happy?” I whispered. 
He stopped pacing, his eyes piercing my heart. 
“She’s a good person.” 
I nodded and wiped a stray tear. “I just want you to be happy.”
WIth that, I walked small, cautious steps towards him and he didn’t hesitate before embracing me. His warmth engulfed me and I felt like I was exactly where I belonged. I inhaled all I could of him, burying my nose against his chest. When I pulled away, his face was distractingly close to mine, a breath away. 
His lips inched so close I could taste his air. Then they were brushing mine so lightly, I almost didn’t believe it was really happening. 
Time stopped. Breathing...  stopped.
But before it could register, I felt the cold.
“I... I’m sorry... I can’t...” He stuttered, moving away from me as he spoke, looking anywhere but at me. My world crumbled. 
“Of course. I’m sorry. It’s been a long couple of days. Just drop me off, please.”
We drove in tense silence again.
I wanted to explode.
After an uneventful afternoon following that completely fucked up morning, I pretty much went on autopilot. He never called or texted me, and I certainly didn’t contact him. I wanted to throw up I was so scared of losing him completely, but I couldn’t find the courage to face him and tell him what was really going on. He had a life now . . . and a girlfriend. I had nothing. I missed my chance.
The day before I left to go back to New York, I called Alice to wish her a Happy New Year and tell her that she was welcome to visit me anytime. 
“I’d love to. Hey, what happened with you and Edward?”
“Allie, it’s complicated.” 
“Okay. It’s just that he’s been a total shit this last week. He wouldn’t talk to me and just mumbled something about you and things being fucked up, but I rally couldn’t catch all of it. And, Bella, you know how rare it is to hear him say the F-bomb. He’s been a big emo brat since then. And when I told him maybe he should just give Jane a booty call to feel better, I heard something crash against the wall or something...”
As I listened to Allie prattling on about what went down a little part of me thought about what the all meant. Was he angry at me? Did he care more than he let on? Did he just want me out of his life completely? 
That last thought made me pause. 
Look at what I managed to do to him in such a short amount of time. Maybe I really wasn’t good for him. I decided right then and there... I’d stay away.
I finished my phone call with Allie, staying as vague as possible about things with her brother, and returned to the life that was waiting for me... without Edward.
Only one text came in right before my plane took off. My heart nearly beat out of my chest.
Safe trip. I’ll miss you.

I hadn’t noticed I was crying until a drop splashed onto the phone’s screen.
...
Summer 2011 

As much as I promised myself I’d move on and live my life without Edward in it, I always found myself thinking about him at odd times of the day. Anything could set it off, really. I’d see a book he used to read at a bookstore, or hear someone talking about doing graduate work at Dartmouth. I thought about what he was doing. If he’d married Jane. The thought made me involuntarily shudder. 
I’d graduated a summer before and was currently interning at one of the best publishing houses in New York. I made a home here. I felt happy... somewhat.
My love life was a blip on my radar. I’d gone on a few dates, had been involved in one semi-serious relationship with a good guy. It just never clicked. 
I blamed my work ethic and school taking priority, but the truth was I just couldn’t open my heart to anyone.
I couldn’t even let Edward in, and I loved him. I always would. 
Edward and I exchanged safe texts the last two years. I felt the distance between us and it pained me to think of how we arrived at this point-- once inseparable best friends, now nothing more than simple acquaintances. Or at least, that’s what I pretended to be. I knew better. Nothing could ever be simple with my feelings for Edward.
I was a train wreck. 
Allie had finally decided to visit. She was taking some time off after graduation and accepted the offer to stay with me. The two of us chatted on the phone making last minute travel plans before the conversation veered to Edward, as it somehow always did. 
“So how is he, Allie?”
“He’s doing pretty well. He applied to a bunch of medical schools, and he had a couple of acceptance letters already, so he’s just weighing out his options.”
“What are his options?”
“Well, John Hopkins wants him bad. So does Columbia.”
“Columbia? Like here? In the city?”
“Yeah, I say he needs to move to New York. I mean, he already knows you, so he won’t be completely alone...”
“Wait, wait, Allie. What about Jane? Doesn’t she have a say in this?”
There was a short pause, something unheard of when talking to Alice Cullen.
“Bella, he broke it off with that idiot a long time ago. After that Christmas we were all together, actually. I thought you knew...” she trailed off. 
I couldn’t focus at that moment. All thoughts were swimming around my head, trying to sort themselves in some logical order. Questions littered my mind. 
“No. No I didn’t know. He never told me.”
Why didn’t he tell me?
“Oh.” Allie paused again before the sound of realization changed the tone of her voice.”
“Bella, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Did something happen between my brother and you? I mean, I know he always had a thing for you, and I could’ve sworn you had a thing for him. too.”
“Um. That’s hard to answer.”
“No it’s not. It’s quite simple, really. I know my brother, even if he pretty much keeps to himself most of the time. He was happiest when he was with you. And I gotta tell you, girl, you’ve been different ever since that Christmas. You’re not the happy, smart ass chick you were...”
“I’m a grown-up now, Allie...”
“Oh, shut up. Don’t give me that shit, Bella. Being grown-up doesn’t mean you have to be miserable and serious. And let me tell you, B, I can see how much you guys miss each other. I just thought maybe you guys just missed being around each other, but I knew Edward always had a thing for you. Knowing him, he was probably too noble to say anything...”
“He did... kind of... say something though...” I mumbled.
“What? When?”
“Back when we were leaving for college. At the train station.”
“What did he say?”
“He didn’t. He wanted to say something, and I stopped him...” 
“WHAT!? Bella! What the fuck?”
“I know, I know! Allie, it was a weird time. I couldn’t do it! We were both going in different directions. What good would it have done? A long distance relationship? Really? I couldn’t risk losing him...”
“But you ended up losing him anyway, right?” 
“Um... well...”
“What? Tell me.” Now she sounded upset. 
“Christmas. That year... when he brought Jane...”
“What...”
“He got angry. We went to eat something and afterwards he got upset that I wasn’t being straight with him... And he’s right. I was completely jealous, and it showed.”
“Oh, Bella...”
“And we almost kissed...” It pained me to relive the memory. I’d wanted so badly for him to kiss me that day.
“Almost? What happened?”
“He pushed me away, Allie. He said no. And he was right. I had no right to change my mind at that point. So... I let him go.”
“Both of you are dense.”
“What?”
“You both suck. You’re both whiney assholes. Trying to be martyrs for each other. Shit. I’m so pissed at the both of you. Do you know he was thinking of not coming to New York because he thought you wouldn’t wanna see him?”
“What? What are you talking about?” My head spun.
“Can you do me a favor and talk to him? I’m not gonna be the middle person here. You two are grown adults, and I just want to see you two happy again. So go! Get off the phone with me and talk to him, Bella.”
“But...”
She hung up on me. Bitch just hung up on me.
She had a point, though.
After about an hour of trying to organize my feelings I shook off the nerves and decided to send him a text. At least it was something we were used to.
Hey. Thinking about you. Hope all is well.
There. Innocuous enough.
A response came almost immediately.
Hey. I’m ok. I miss you too.

What are you up to?

God, I’m a teenager again.
Researching.
Oh. I’m sorry. You’re probably busy. I’ll leave you alone.
Incoming call: Edward.
Shit. He was calling me.
“Hello?”
“I don’t want you to leave me alone.”
I missed his voice so much.
“Oh, okay. Well, what are you researching?”
“Schools.”
“Oh, Allie told me you got accepted to a bunch of them. Congrats.”
“Thanks. But I’m just looking at two right now.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. John Hopkins and, um... Columbia.” He sounded insecure and shy. The Edward I remembered from so long ago.
“I’d go with Columbia,” I blurted out.
“Uh... You think so? I... yeah. I like Columbia’s program a lot more...”
“You’d be close to me.” Damn it. I tried to keep it together, but I could hear the desperation in my own voice.
“I thought... I don’t know... maybe you didn’t want me around.”
“I always want you around.” No truer words could ever be spoken.
“That’s... that’s good to know.” I heard the relief in his voice. A smile crept on my face and suddenly hope dared to bloom in my heart.
“Hey. Maybe you could come to the city. You know Allie’s gonna be here in like three days. It would be good to see you.” I swallowed hard.
“I’d really like that.”
“Great! I can’t wait to see you, Edward.”
“I can’t wait to see you either, Bella.”
“Okay. Well, let me know what time you’ll be in, and we’ll meet you.”
“Okay. See you then.”
“See you then.”
...
The next day was a half-day at work, so I took advantage of the clear blue skies and made my way to the park. Days like this helped keep me sane, I thought as I watched the scene before me, bustling with life. A blanket, a sandwich, and a good book under a tree. Perfect.
I had been reading for about an hour before I decided to stretch and take in my surroundings. Parents threw baseballs and footballs with their kids, dog owners tossed frisbees for their fur babies to catch, runners jogged along the path, having to circumvent around Edward....
Wait... Edward?
“Edward?!”
I was officially going insane. It was a mirage, swore it. But no. He stood there, no more that thirty feet away from me.
“Bella,” he said, jogging towards me. My heart pounded loudly in my ears. I wanted to run to him, but I was stunned. Paralyzed. He was beautiful.
Jeans, v-neck teeshirt, wild hair made blazing bronze in the sun, and...
He wore his glasses. He was heaven.
“Edward, what are you doing...”
“I caught an early train,” he said, out of breath. His eyes shone bright and pure green.
“But, why? Why would you do that? I would’ve picked you up, why didn’t you call me?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” He suddenly looked unsure. 
“You did. You really did.” And with that I threw my arms around his neck. He smelled so, so good as I nuzzled my nose against him. His arms wrapped around me tightly as he nuzzled me the same way. I could stay glued together like this for an eternity.
When he finally released me our eyes met, silently speaking words we couldn’t articulate. Then, he uttered the words that opened the floodgates.
“I broke up Jane. After Christmas. I just couldn’t...”
“I know.”
He stared at me, surprised.
“Allie. She told me yesterday. And Edward, I’m not with anyone either.”
“I know.” 
It was my turn to look confused. Edward smiled shyly. 
We both answered together.
“Allie.”
After sharing a laugh, we turned serious again as his eyes found mine. He saw me. He was the only one who knew me.
“Bella. I have been in love with you since were fifteen. I know maybe you...”
My lips stopped him from continuing. I didn’t need to hear anything else. 
His lips stayed frozen at first, but when my tongue swept over them and my hands tangled themselves in his hair, things changed in an instant. 
His tongue met mine, and I heard a low groan rumble from his chest. His hands were everywhere-- their warmth spreading all over my back and neck. He pulled me closer to him until we were connected from top to bottom. His arms. That’s where I belonged. 
“Bella, I... Jesus...”
“I love you, Edward. I was so afraid...” I began, our foreheads connected, our lips inches apart.
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid of losing our friendship... I couldn’t lose you.” I was on the verge of tears.
“You could never lose me. I told you you would always be my Bella. There will never be anyone for me but you. Never.” He kissed me again. This time the fire between us bloomed hotter, and I could feel how much he wanted me against my stomach. 
I wanted him. Enough waiting. He must’ve had the same idea.
“Could we go? I really don’t want to make a scene in front of these good people,” he said before we both looked around and noticed a few passersby staring  We giggled and I nodded, and before I knew it Edward had  picked up my stuff. Not wanting to waste another moment, we quickly hailed a cab to my apartment.
His hands roamed all over my face, jaw, and neck as we made out in the back seat of the cab. We were apparently making up for lost time in high school.
Reaching my apartment, we practically fell several times climbing the stairs. Our lips were locked and we couldn’t be bothered with seeing where we were going, but somehow I guided us to my door. Fumbling for the keys while he kissed me and tightly grabbed at my waist was quite a challenge, but when I finally opened the door we stumbled in. He quickly pressed me up against the closed door and assaulted my senses with his mouth, lips and hands. He pressed his hardness against me and I moaned. I had to get him to my bed, though, so I broke away reluctantly. 
“Hey, come over here,” I whispered against his lips. He nodded before stepping away slightly, allowing me to guide him. When the back of my legs touched the edge of the bed he smiled, his eyes taking me in.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said.
“I can’t believe I’m here either. Bella, this is not about sex though, you know that, right?” He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand.
“I know that. But we’ve spent years being stupid when we could’ve been together, and I don’t want to waste any more time.” And with that I leaned forward and kissed him, putting all insecurities to rest.
We were a flurry of hands unbuttoning, unzipping, unclasping. With my shirt and bra discarded, his hands pulled me close, the feeling of his naked chest against mine spreading want and desire through me like nothing I’d ever felt before. His hands and body gently pushed me down onto the bed, his body immediately hovering over mine.
He looked down at my breasts with his mouth agape. I giggled before his eyes snapped to mine. His expression turned from dazed to mischievous as he started to tickle my sides. We burst out in fits of laughter and it was so good to be able to laugh with him again. 
But soon, all laughter ceased when his body pressed against mine, sending jolts of heat through me. 
Now, we were serious. The weight of what was about to happen heavy as he lowered himself again, leaning down to kiss me. 
Everything was slower this time, neither of us wanting it to end.
His lips traveled down my chin to my neck, grazing all the way to my ear.
“I love you, Bella.” The sound and feel of his breath made my skin break out in delicious goosebumps. 
“I love you so much, Edward. I loved you from the day we met. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it and to show you.” 
“Shh. Nothing but the past now.” 
Edward continued his exploration with his mouth and hands, moving down between my breasts. His hand finally brushed against my nipple, making me gasp and buckle my hips up against his hardness. My hands traveled up and down his toned back before I dipped on hand around his hip and skimmed his erection.
He faltered and clamped his lips around my nipple. 
His cock was hot and smooth as I wrapped my hand around him and slowly pumped once. His hips pushed against me and pushed my legs apart. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him closer to where I wanted him most.
“Oh God, Bella,” he choked out when he felt me. His hand snaked down my stomach and touched me where I was wet and waiting.
“You’re so wet... so warm,” he said against my lips while his fingers gently massaged me up and down before entering me. He pushed in and out slowly until I couldn’t take anymore.
“Edward, please. Just... Please. I want you.”
His eyes were fiercely dark green, sparkling and pleading.  
“Bella, I don’t...”
“Pill...” I said quickly, already understanding his hesitation.
He nodded silently, pulling his fingers out of me and settling his body against mine. I felt him... right there.
He pushed into me until we were connected completely, skin against skin, soul to soul.
He gasped and froze. His eyes were shut tight, his forearms framing either side of my face.
“Edward. Sweetie... move... move in me,” I panted. My hand lifted to brush sweaty strands of hair away from his face. He leaned into my hand before kissing the inside of my palm.
“I will. I’m just... If I move now... I won’t last long... It’s too good. You feel too good.”
But there was only so much waiting he could do before his body automatically started to  move against mine. It was very slow at first, as if he was memorizing every feel, every touch, every inch of me. His eyes never left mine.
When he started to speed up his movements, my hips moved in sync. He felt amazing inside me, and all the emotions and love I felt at that moment were almost too much for me.
We both panted, teetering on the cliff into ecstasy, as his hand grabbed my thigh, pushing it higher against his shoulder. 
“Oh... Oh Bella... I’m close... I can’t...”
His hand suddenly found its way to where we were joined and, as his lips crashed into mine, his finger pushed tight circles against my clit. 
“Shit!” Oh fuck!” The words erupted out of me when seconds later my orgasm sent me into a euphoric free-fall that took my breath away. I grabbed his hair, pulling him towards me, our lips fused together as I moaned into his mouth. 
His grip tightened as he continued to pump into erratically, until he buried his head into my neck and shoulder, sucking on my sensitive skin. His movements stopped suddenly as he spilled into me, his orgasm ripping through him violently.
“Fuck! Oh Jesus, Bella. Oh God...”
I held onto him for dear life as he came down, the weight of his body heavy and perfect.
Minutes passed in silence while our breathing calmed. My arm stretched blindly in search of his hair, and when it reached its destination, Edward took it and brought it to his lips. He pulled me towards him until I was cradled in his arms, my head resting on his chest as I inhaled the perfect smell of sweat and sex. My fingers drew patterns through his chest hair and he kissed the top of my head.
We stayed this way for a while, reveling in each other’s warmth and love. When I felt myself about to dose off, I heard his voice.
“I’m not going anywhere now, you know.”
I smiled into his chest.
“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me,” I whispered. 
“Good. I’m moving to New York.”
“You better be.” 
“I love you.”
“I love the sound of that. I love you too.”
I felt Edward lean towards the clock to check the time.
“It’s about three. Do you need to be anywhere?”
I looked up, resting my chin on his chest.
“In your arms is where I need to be... always.”
He smiled down at me, as I leaned up to kiss him, he whispered.
“I’m never letting go.”