Hi people. I’m sorry if the “Lala”s are annoying the shit outta you but, hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s got to do. Anyway, if you have any complains with the story, please PM me so that I could know. My friends are being insane saying that the anti-lala are flames but I know better than that. Still, your private messages are appreciated.

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Note: if you find the sign or emoticon: 0_o, it only means that the POV has changed. Please don’t get confused. Anyway, there are only two point of views: Bella and Edward’s. If ever I add another POV, I’ll let you know immediately. Another thing is, there might be lesser or NO, I repeat, NO lala’s in this chapter (and maybe even up to the end) but that is if you’ll satisfy me with your reviews. Looking forward to reading your feedbacks, folks! Ciao!

SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE!!!!!

Warning: this chapter contains language and mild sexuality. Maybe not so mild if I feel like it.

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It’s important for you to read the messages above first!

BPOV

Let the fun begin!

I quickly opened the brown box, inhaling the stuff inside. Grinning, I ran to Alice’s room and shut the door with a bang, hoping it’s enough to . . . discourage others from going inside her room. I scanned Alice’s old room. Right before she moved with us, here is where she used to stay. Ah, good times, good times.

“Hey. Did it arrive?” Rosalie asked, anxious and excited to know. I held out the brown box to her.

“Does that answer your question, Lillian?” I asked, addressing her with her second name.

“Sure did Marie” ugh. I so hate my second name.

“Whatever” I muttered and sat beside her. She eyed the brown box suspiciously. “So, when do we start?” I asked out loud.

“After pixie stops making out with Jazz, we’re a go” I felt like throwing up. First Rachel and Paul, and now Alice and Jasper. Gross.

“Well, that could take hours if you get it right” I absentmindedly commented. Rose smacked my arm hard. “Ouch! What the fuck was that for!?” I snapped.

“Bitch! Shut the fuck up! That’s disgusting!” whoosh. Leave it to Rose to imagine . . . things. Fabulous things that shan’t be done by youngsters. Of course, I could now.

“Oh, sheesh Rose! Leave it to you to ‘think’” I said making air quotes. Rose rolled her eyes. The door flew open and revealed a very flushed Alice and smirking Jasper behind her. Bull sheet of paper. Rose was right. I smirked at the two and Rose ran to the bathroom. Jeez. What a weakling! I mean, she can’t even stand the idea of dry sex! What more does she stand on . . . ecstatic momentums?

“What?” Alice asked confused. I shrugged and pointed to her. That got her even more confused. “What?” she demanded with such intensity, I couldn’t help laughing. Alice could be so… naïve sometimes.

“You, my dear, just made out with Jasper Whitlock Hale. Rosalie’s thoughts are . . . in frenzy. And that’s probably the understatement of the century. The point is, what you just ‘did’ with her brother got her crazy. Not with anger or any of the latter, but by what you ‘did’” after I finished my . . .speech, Jasper was laughing like a mad man, probably a new blackmail just dawned him. Oh well, who cares? He does.

“S-So?” ah, Alice. Your stammering gives you away. Plus, the fact that you’re nervous and fidgeting with your hands is also a dead give away that you have perfect idea of what I mean. It’s a good thing; don’t worry, for you are no longer . . . oblivious to the world around you. I’m proud of you. There should be a medal for that. Ahem.

“Nonetheless, we’ve got a romantic evening to plan” I said, brining out the brown box of brownies that Carlisle gave me earlier. Alice jumped in glee as she strangles me and stole the box from my hands. She inhaled the brownies and quickly grabbed the one with marshmallows and chugged it down. Then, as if the brownies have magic, the solar powered energizer bunny (1) had just recharged.

“ROSALIE LILLIAN HALE!!!” Alice chirped. Rosalie slowly creaked the door open, poking her head from the outside. Eyeing Alice carefully, Rosalie felt satisfied enough when she saw the Jasper was no where behind her.

“What?” she asked. Alice handed out the brownies. A smirk slowly etched Rosalie’s extra-beautiful features. She waved her hand in quick dismissal and grabbed the brownie with criss-cross toppings. She quickly ate it and cleared her throat.

“Ladies, we’ve got a job to do and we need to do it now” she said. Alice and I nodded our heads and the three of us began to plan the perfect anniversary party for Esme and Carlisle.

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EPOV

It took me about a couple of hours to register what was going on. When I was woken up by a rather energetic Esme, I simply ignored the grin that was etched on her features. Am I forgetting something? Nah. Besides, Esme is always energetic…it’s no mystery where Alice got all of her stored energy.

When it finally dawned me, I let out a startled “oh” and everyone in the living room stared at me like I just grew another head. Not wanting anymore suspense, I smiled one of my “killer” crooked smile and flashed it at Carlisle who stopped reading the newspaper. I said my epiphany,

“I am deeply apologizing for not remembering. I am ashamed of being called your son when I forgot one of the most important days of your mortality. I am begging for you forgiveness and understanding, Carlisle, truly I am. I hope you forgive me. Please do extend this to Esme. For now, my sincere greetings, happy wedding anniversary Carlisle” I smiled and dramatically bowed my head. Whoever said Forks high school sucks in drama clubs? Okay, maybe it does (1), but, I am very good. ‘Sides, my grand-pére (2)taught me how to be a true gentleman.

“Thank you…son” Carlisle still hasn’t recovered from my…err…speech?

“’BOUT TIME MAN!!!” Emmett’s ever booming voice yelled.

“Thank you Emmett” so now, how about leave me the fuck alone?

“Say Edward, can you check up on the girls now? Just ask them that Carlisle is wondering. They’ll know what I mean” he said. I nodded and ambled towards Alice room. When I was in the second floor, muffled giggled were coming from the girl’s room. I was stuck with the dilemma of either going to check on them or letting my father down again. I was pretty sure Carlisle doesn’t want any more failures from me.

Sighing, I gently knocked on Alice’s room.

“Yes?” Bella answered the door. She was still wearing the same god-forsaken jumper of hers and I fought the urge to smirk at her…and failing miserably. Next, I decided to keep my mouth shut in case I said anything stupid again and ruin the situation. However, what must be done should be done. Besides, Bella’s delicate and slender brow was already raised, either awaiting my answer or annoyed with the smirk on my face. Probably both.

“Hey beautiful” nice. This is one of those shitty occasions when one wishes he was born mute, otherwise, he couldn’t stop his mouth from ranting on and on about meaningless (and rather obnoxious) things. Especially, if you don’t want a major turn off from a beautiful lady. Bella’s brows furrowed as she sent me a glare. I flinched inwardly, not because of the intensity of her stare, but because of the stupidity I just showed.

“What the hell do you want, Edward? We’re busy” she snapped and clenched her tiny fists. I leaned against the doorframe, savoring every passing second of our little encounter. How long had it been since I last properly talked to her? Bella and I have been childhood friends since our moms are college best friends, but since we entered middle school, she became more and more distant. When her father and mother divorced, she became anti-social and barely talks anymore. She never associated with anyone including me. I had the impression that my being a “girl-magnet” annoyed her, but…does she care? And soon enough, she met her other childhood friend, Jacob Black, who not-so-subtly introduced her to the “dark world”, as Alice would call it, or as normal people referred to as “emos” Fortunately, though, a few years after becoming an emo, she began talking to Alice and Rosalie again and later met Jasper, who, for some strange reason, calmed down Bella and paved a way for the Bella-bubbly-self again.

“Honey, don’t get impatient. Carlisle was just wondering” I simply shrugged. Bella instantly changed face dramatically and looked back. The door was not fully open as if some conspicuous commotion was being hidden from others…namely, me.

“Oh…well, tell him we need distraction. She needs to get out of here so that we can execute our plan” she nodded to her back again, “Oh…and tell him to leave the materials in the kitchen” she said, trying to sound subtle. However, I saw right through it.

”Let me guess, you’re planning a party for their anniver—” I didn’t get a chance to finish my clever discovery for Bella abruptly pulled me inside their room and locked it behind me, all the while seemingly to pin me against the door…not that I mind, though.

“Alice, he knows” she said, still pinning me and looking direct into my green eyes. I couldn’t remove the smirk now. It seems like my mouth was permanently curving upward on one side only. Her auburn eyes bore holes into my green ones as her glare laced a threat, telling me not to say a word to a soul. I gave her my best innocent face and raised my right hand as a seal. Speaking of seal, perhaps a kiss should finish it. As I leaned my face closer to hers, Bella’s knee made contact with my groin in a not-so-gentle manner as my eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. Instinctively, my hands flew to the painful—and probably swollen—area and let out a silent groan to escape my lips. Bella was smirking cockily yet, her angelically innocent face says otherwise. An angel in disguise, as Elvis would say.

“Ugh” Alice and Rosalie muttered under their breaths as they turned a paper a full 360 degrees before turning their attention to me. Rosalie’s blue eye scrutinized me up and down, as if searching for something. I casually placed my hands down so as to avoid…further humiliation. Bella moved aside and went over to her friends. I sat down on the edge of Alice’s bed and noticed the brown box of brownies.

“What’s this?” I wondered out aloud. Perhaps it was a bribe; perhaps Carlisle gave it to them so as to arrange the ‘perfect’ wedding anniversary celebration. Aha, maybe it was.

“Brownies, duh” Alice rolled her dark eyes and continued relaying instructions to Bella and Rose who were intently listening.

“Bribe” I muttered under my breath. Unfortunately, Bella has ears of a hawk and sent me a glare. I shrugged. “I’m gonna tell Carlisle your message Bella” I said getting up. Bella nodded, her brown eyes still not leaving the paper in front of the trio. Maybe I could have a free look while leaving. I walked backwards, enjoying the facts: Bella was casually leaning forward against Alice’s study table…and…

She has no idea I’m staring at her tiny, beautiful blue panties…

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BPOV

Edward Anthony Evenson-Cullen is going to pay.

He thinks because I’m focused on this paper doesn’t mean I can’t see that that jerk is actually staring at my ass! If I hadn’t known any better, he might actually be drooling! Ugh! Fucking jerk! When he gets back here I’m sooo gonna murder him.

“Bella, hey, Bella!” Alice was snapping her fingers, bringing me to earth. My head jerked up and I met her intent gaze. Feeling stupid for not listening to her, I did what any matured woman in my condition would do,

“Huh?” smart move Bella.

“I said: has Carlisle left already?” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips.

“I don’t know. Let me check. You guys go on, and if he has, I’ll go get the materials and send the boys up here—”

“THEY CAN’T KNOW!” Alice and Rose chorused. I don’t see the point of trying to hide this surprise party from the guys.

“Why? Not that they can tell Esme when she’s gone. Besides, I don’t mind lifting heavy things, I’m worried about you and your nails” I said, stuffing my hands inside my jumper pockets.

“Well, you have a point” Rosalie said, placing her finger on her chin, “Alright! Send reinforcements!” she winked at me.

“Alright” I rushed downstairs where I found, surprise, surprise, Emmett and Jasper playing something on the PS2 and Edward on the couch…looking very bored. He looked so handsome when his face is on his palm and he’s wishing the earth would eat him so that he can do something---oh, stop it Bella! Edward looked up and smirked at me. He motioned me to come to him with his index finger…oh so seductively. Damn! This guy would be the death of me! Even though he’s fascinating on Tanya, I can’t help my little crush (that is not so little anymore) on him get the best of me. Ever since kindergarten I’ve got a crush on Edward for crying out loud!

Without thinking, I went to his direction. His smirk grew wider as I was pulled towards his supermassive gravity like a helpless puppet. I stood directly in front of him and, again, he motioned his index finger, indicating for me to lean closer. And I did.

”Say what you got to say, baby. Carlisle and Esme have left and now, it’s just the six of us” he whispered hoarsely, “Now, how about getting Jasper and Emmett upstairs so you and I can be alone, huh?” whoosh. There goes the last of my breath. Breathe, Bella, breathe. Do your piranha thing (3). And I mentally did my ‘piranha’ thing and it seemed to calm me down. Nodding (pathetically), I turned to Jasper and Emmett who were so engrossed in…dun, duh, duh, dum: guitar hero. Surprise, surprise. ‘Sweet Child’ was playing. What the hell!? That’s all they can handle!? Sheesh! What weaklings!

“Hey guys, Rose and Alice want you upstairs—” but I didn’t get to finish. Jasper and Emmett were racing against each other to reach Alice’s room. Seriously, if they don’t get condoms anytime soon, I’m gonna be planning more than a wedding anniversary. The TV was turned off and so was the little box, and the controllers laid motionlessly on the floor. I clenched my hands into fists as I fought the urge to grab a controller and play Guitar Hero.

Edward chuckled behind me, “Someone’s anxious. Now, how about for a little alone time?” he said seductively. Shit! What’s with this guy and the word ‘seductively’?

“Shut up, moron. Did you tell Carlisle?”

“Why do you think he’s gone?” Damn, didn’t see that one coming. Edward shifted on his seat and he sat cross-legged on the couch. He placed his face against his palm again as he scanned me up and down. Alright Cullen, two can play this game! I turned around completely so I was now facing him. I smiled innocently and tilted my head downwards a little bit, my eyes looking up to meet his. I pretended to be nervous and fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind as my foot began making circles on the floor,

“I don’t know. Maybe because he wanted alone time with Esme-dear?” I wondered idly. Something about my actions seemed to hit a nerve because he shifted in his seat and was now sitting, somehow, nervously. Haha, I win. Then, he smirked. Or maybe not. “Why are you smirking?” I tried (and tried so hard) not to sound pissed. Luckily, my voice didn’t reach the octave.

“Come here, little innocent” again with the index finger. Seriously, if he doesn’t stop doing that, I’m going to add the adjective ‘sexy’ to every verb he does. Like, the “sexy” index-finger-move, or, the “sexy” fidget on your chair. Or…something like that…

“Yes?” I ‘innocently’ walked over to him. He motioned for me to sit on his lap. What the fuck!? Oh well. I sat on his lap and I placed both of my legs on either side of him so I was straddling him. I placed my hands on his chest and my fingers roamed up and down his torso…which caused him to moan slightly. Hehe.

“Oh…stop…” he moaned.

“Stop what?” I twirled a piece of his bronze hair on my finger as I snuggled my face on the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. My other hand worked on the button of his shirt. I successfully opened one, then another, then another, until his button-down shirt was halfway open, that was the only time he stopped me,

“Not…here…” he gasped for breath. His breathing was labored and I can tell he was struggling. I suddenly felt something jolt up from where I was sitting. Unfortunately for me, it hit my ‘…’ directly and that caused me to…loose control for a little bit. Damn you teenage hormones!

“Alright. Where?” I asked, still playing with his hair with one hand, and the other was coming dangerously close to his…aroused pet.

“How about, my room?” he offered.

“I don’t know, lover boy. We’re kinda…busy” I emphasized, making sure to lace it with all the seductiveness I could muster. Edward seemed to receive it all as his groin grew more and more aroused with every passing second. I began nibbling on his neck.

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EPOV

Oh. My. God. Bella will be the death of me.

But for some absurd reason, butterflies are swarming in my stomach. Why? I have dated many girls before but never had I felt this new sensation. Only Bella made me feel this way. I am not stupid. They wouldn’t call me a genius for nothing. I have read enough to know about this “love” thing. But is it really love that I’m feeling now?

Through all those four agonizing years of middle school, Bella and I had grown to be distant. I even claimed that I hate her because she started hanging out with that Jacob more than me. Everyone around me told me the same thing: I was jealous. Was I? Perhaps this wholly new feeling answers my question: yes. I was jealous and I am jealous; jealous of the fact that I might actually been replaced in Bella’ heart.

But then, there is the question: did I ever have a place in her heart? If so, then I have screwed it up…big time.

I remember in 9th grade... I finally decided to confront Bella. She stopped mingling with people, yes, but then came Jacob Black, an 8th grader, and somehow broke her walls. Recently, she also began talking to Alice and Rosalie and even Jasper and Emmett. But me? No. she never talked to me except for the occasional ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ when our friends are around. But if it’s only the two of us? She doesn’t talk to me. So, I decided that before the school year ends, I will confront her.

And the time came. When she arrived from her PE class looking all sweaty (and hot) in form-fitting jeans and a white shirt (did I mention how hot she looked?), I casually leaned against her locker. Then, she glared at me…really hard.

“What do you want, Cullen!?” she demanded, wiping away the sweat from her pallid figures. For someone who grew up in Arizona, she’s pretty…albino-ish. I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed before opening them again and threw her an intense glare.

“Me? Me!? You want to know my problem!? Well, you don’t have to! You know her! She’s standing right in front of me!!” I snapped. I didn’t mean to sound harsh. This was not how I planned our conversation to be. However, my emotions got the best of me and with an abrupt mood swing, I began yelling at her.

“What the fuck is your problem, bastard!? What do I have to with this now!?” she demanded. Again, out of anger, I punched the locker next to her, my fist a hair away from her delicate face. I pinned her. My breaths came out in shallow gasps as I glared directly into her frightened brown eyes.

“Shut up, bitch, shut up. You think because your parents decided they couldn’t get enough of each other, you think the whole fucking world should be miserable like you. Well, you’re damn wrong. If you should suffer…you suffer alone. But maybe I should make you enjoy your suffering a little bit” and without thinking, I crashed my lips onto hers with such force, her lips would be bruised. Bella began pulling on my hair but I didn’t bulge. Instead, i cupped her face fiercly and shoved my tongue inside her mouth as I savored her taste. And then, she stepped on my foot and kneed me where it hurts. When I abruptly let go of her, her palm made contact with my face. It stung.

“I hate you, asshole. Don’t you ever show your fucking face to me again” she said with venom laced with the tears that streamed down her face as she ran away from me. I couldn’t do anything. My feet won’t move and it feels as if the world came crashing down on me.

What shall I do?

Back then, I didn’t know what to do.

After my little trip to memory lane, I sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Bella stopped her ministrations and had sat down beside me. Her voice was laced with concern as her eyes bore against mine. Suddenly, I had the urge to at least endeavor a smile.

“Nothing, nothing, uh…”

“We should stop this” she continued my open sentence. Nodding, I looked away. I couldn’t afford to look at her; after all, with the harsh flashback, I doubt if I could manage to even stay within vicinity close to her. How could I take advantage of her just like that!?!

“Yeah” I managed to say after much deliberation of what to utter.

“You know I hate you”

“I hate myself too, you know?”

“Yeah? Why is that? I thought you were the great narcissist of this generation?” she joked. A dark chuckle escape my lips. I leaned back on the sofa, placed my feet on the coffee table in front of me and used my arms as pillow.

“Hehe, me too, then I realized something that made me hate myself…”

“What is that? You forgot a date with a gorgeous brainless bimbo tonight?”

“No, it’s not that” Bella let out a genuine, audible gasp. That; or she’s just a good actress.

“You’re kidding, right!?” my head whipped to the side at the sound of her shocked voice. Her entire demeanor was truly flabbergasted and her eyes glimmered with incredulousness.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“You can’t be serious”

“BEEELLLLLLAAAAAAA, we’re done, what took you so long?” just when I had quality time with her, Alice chimes in.

“Sorry, Alice, there’s a pest I had to handle” she smirked and winked at me. Straightening her manifestation best she can, she began skipping towards the staircase. Oh god, the way her skirt bounced up and down and the way her panties were revealed to me…this calls for another super-mega-ultra-maximum-cold shower!

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APOV

Bella came into view and I fought a smirk, failing quite miserably.

“You evil, little pixie! You could be a harpy sometimes, you know that?” Bella glared. I feigned hurt.

“Bella, sweety, I am not a shrew!” I faked a gasp and placed my hand on my chest as if shocked by her sudden revelation. Mahogany eyes rolled and a muffled ‘whatever’ was what I heard before Bella walked past me and grabbed my hand. She began dragging me back to my previous room then shut the door behind us.

“Okay Alice, first move is done, now what?”

“Leave the rest to me”

“Hey guys, do you think we should also prepare the bed?” Rosalie came in through my window, her hair a total mess—twigs sticking out here and there, her clothes were so disheveled that, if it wasn’t for the dirt, she would’ve been mistaken as someone who just came out of sex.

“Rose, how about you prepare yourself first?”

“Hey! Its not my fault you guys made me fix the car!”

“Sorry, Rose, but they need that car, after all. Otherwise, they won’t be able to go to the hotel”

“Oh pishaw, they can fuck in their room!” Rose crossed her hands.

“That aside; let’s ready the garden” Bella offered.

“’Kay” both of us agreed and the three of us went through the window.

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Three hours, 55 cuts (yes, I counted. That goes for all of us, although, 27 of those cuts belong to Bella), a million cusses later, we were finally done with the garden.

“Ah! It looks beautiful!” we chirped at the same time. The guys, who we forcibly made to come here, smirked at their handiwork.

“Carlisle will be pleased!” Rosalie said.

“Well what about us? How will we be pleased?” Emmett wrapped his arms around Rose’s body from behind then placed his chin on her shoulder. Rose elbowed him playfully and he feigned hurt.

“Shut up, you ogre” Rose giggled.

“Em’s right” Jasper whispered against my ear. I didn’t even notice when he wrapped his arms around me in the same fashion as Emmett, or when he placed his head on my chin. No, his voice was the only thing that woke me up. I giggled as well then my eyes landed on Edward and Bella who were—awkwardly—glaring at each other. Well, Bella was glaring at Edward who was ‘innocently’ shrugging.

“Hey Jazz”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“We need to do something about them” my chin pointed over to the two.

“You are so right”

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HERE IS YOUR MUCH AWAITED CHAPTER!! Sorry if it took me forever, I hope you guys forgive me :))

(1) I am not saying the Forks High School’s Drama Club (if it has one) sucks. All I am saying in this part of the story is that Edward thinks he is so great. I’m not sure if Forks High even has that type of club but if it does and there is an FFN reader currently reading this, I am not saying that your theatre club sucks, I am saying that the fictional Edward in this story is so full of himself. Thanks. If there are brainless shitheads out there who do not understand this and PMs me about being full of myself, please, if I could slap you and drag your idiotic head in front of the computer, I WILL.’

(2) Grand-pére is the French of “grandfather”. If you have confusions, watch or read the ‘The Da Vinci Code’ by Dan Brown.

(3) Remember Robert telling Vittoria to ‘do her piranha’ thing? I forgot the actual term but it involves inhaling and exhaling to calm you down. It’s in Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons.

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