I woke up the next morning wondering where I was, and then it clicked in I was at the Cullen household. I got up and changed from my borrowed clothes (yes, I wore Ed's mom's night suit to bed) to my own. Then the horror kicked in, I looked all over the place but could not find my car keys (yes, I am fifteen and have got a Porsche of my own but hey, I have got my licence as well). At last when I was at the point of throwing a tantrum (I throw lots of them you know) Mrs. Cullen said "Bells dear, why don't you ask Eddo, I mean Edward to drop you to your place and school today and you two can come back together as well, you are running short on time."

It took all my will to keep myself from yelling "My car is important as well" but seriously I have the duplicate keys at home and by the way people always complimented me on my extensively powerful will power. I shot Mom the look-for-it-before-going-to work-look and the whole world knows that everything magically appears when your mom looks for it.

"Um... Bella could you please wake up that sleepy head as well?"Esme asked. You know what; it fells quite weird thinking about your own nickname as in the sense of another person. Ever tried? I laughed as I remembered Ed's nickname, well someone, rather some Eddo better watch out. Deb it seemed had gone off with her friends and by the way, did I mention that she is my cousin, Mum's cousin's daughter to be precise, here for a vacation. I know I called her my sister before but a cousin whom you do not like much is still your sister isn't she?

I sighed as I climbed up the steps to the roof once again. I shook Ed but man! That guy's a real sleepy head. He just grunted in his sleep. I tried waking hi up several times but when he finally did not wake up I kicked him. He got up lazily and looked at me and muttered "Fish off dude" before going off to sleep again. Seriously now my patience levels showed "danger". I marched downstairs and into the bathroom. I would have loved to say that I marched up the stairs again with the bucket in my hand but the embarrassing truth is I trudged up the stairs muttering "hell" every few steps.

Finally I made it to my destination, where Mr Cullen was still sleeping. I picked up the bucket (which was now half full only) and without second thoughts emptied it on him.

He shot up straight his head hitting the brim of the bucket and yelled "What the hell?"So loud that our moms came running up the stairs. "Guess just had a bath" he mumbled before going to his room and did I mention the glares we gave each other?

Ten minutes later we were both standing in his garage and I was literally staring like crazy at his black bike.

"W-o-w, man this is awesome."I said. Seriously the bike was awesome beyond words. It was sleek, black and terrific.

"Can, I drive?"I asked politely and in an innocent manner. I know the idea that he would say yes was too much to hope for after the morning incident but man, my hope levels are extraordinarily high and painful, if you get what I mean.

"No way" he said and gave me a glimpse of an infuriating smile. Hell this guy was so going to be the death of me or rather I should say my patience.

"Please" I said with as much convection as I could mutter and in my nicest, cutest and best voice and manner. Guys and girls all melt into a puddle at my feet when I switch on this mode but not this guy. Hell.

"No, means no, as I said earlier and by the way drinking and driving is forbidden by the law."

"Please I am not drunk, I do not drink" I interrupted before he could finish, emphasizing on do not.

"Who said anything about drinking drinks? I mean come on my very presence is intoxicating." He replied in a teasing manner.

"Oh yes it sure is."I said rolling my eyes.

"So you do not drink?"He asked me ten minutes later while we were on the way to my house.

I thought of giving him the silent treatment for not letting me drive but I highly doubted he would get it, still worth a try. He repeated the silly question for the second time in a much louder voice.

I jerked forward as he took a steep right turn, I would have loved to keep my hands to myself just to show how irritated I was but I did not know what that would do to my health, on a bike running at an awesome speed(I love speed) with no support, whatsoever( hey! Wait, I had not wrapped my arms to his waist but was holding the steel thing near the seat.)

"Ah, this is heaven" I muttered not quite able to contain my enthusiasm. I had ridden and drove cars and bikes with awesome speed but for the first I got what I truly wanted.

Only one thing was left in the picture, I wanted to do it but did not as well. At last the excited part won the internal world war going on inside me and I stood up balancing my legs perfectly and my hands in the air. We were just a minute or two away from my place.

Shit! I remembered too late, the sharp curve near my house; we were heading straight for it. Dad had told Ed the address but I guess he had forgotten the curve or maybe not. He took a neat turn as we neared the curve but that shook of my balance and I had to wrap my ands tightly around his waist, something I wanted to avoid (I was angry! New friend and won't even let me drive the bike, just one word-Bah!)

We reached the front doors and I jumped off the bike before he had a chance to stop. I thought of inviting him but then anger took better of me and without a word I marched into the house, but then I thought what I was doing was impolite and looked at things from his point of view. Ok I understood, that he didn't want me to play tricks with his bike and so on and swish, my anger flew away.

I said thanks and invited him in. Leaving him in the hall I went to my room to change and lo! I found the duplicate car keys under the pillow but precisely at that moment I heard the noise of an engine starting. A particular engine.

Oh! Crap,