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Summary: On the night of their graduation, Bella has an amazing one-night stand with her best friend, Alice Brandon's, cousin. But she leaves for college the next day, never to see him again. Until five years later…


"Come on Bella! It's your high school graduation party! Lighten up!" Alice Brandon chirped. Alice was my absolute best friend, with her pixie like features and shopping fetish. Her spiky black hair was slightly disheveled, as was the sleek silver dress she had on.

"Alice you know I don't take alcohol well," I mumbled, eying the drink in her hand suspiciously. It was pink and had an umbrella sticking out of it alongside the straw. Alice had already had four and she was stumbling around and slurring her words. We were at a joint graduation for the two of us. We were at Alice's huge home, the downstairs floor packed with drunken kids. I had only had a beer so far, not wanting to get too drunk.

"Come on Bella. This night only happens once in a lifetime. There is hardly any alcohol at all! Please," she begged, her lower lip jutting into a pout. She shook the drink a little bit in front of my face. It smelled like strawberries. "Please Bella."

"Alice," I groaned in defeat. She grinned, sensing an easy victory. She pressed the pink, fruity drink in my hands. I took a careful sip through the straw…it was delicious. I took a longer sip, savoring the taste on my tongue. I made a small "mmm" noise and Alice grinned.

"I told you so," she sang. I made a face at her. Jasper Hale, Alice's boyfriend, came over then, sinking onto the chair next to Alice. Well, technically, he's Alice's husband now. Jasper and Alice had eloped two weeks ago in Vegas, pretending to stay at a beach house for the weekend. I was the only one who even knew that my best friend was married. They were waiting to tell their parents until after graduation and the party. So I guess, technically, Alice isn't Alice Brandon anymore. She's Alice Hale. Jasper pulled his wife onto his lap and began kissing her fiercely. I rolled my eyes, turning to look away, not wanting to be sickened anymore then I already was. And the sight I saw took my breath away.

He was like a god, like seeing an angel in the flesh. His emerald green eyes are what drew me in at first. They sparkled like stars, like diamonds. He had perfect cheekbones and a straight nose, everything in proportion. His hair was a messy bronze color, falling in casual sexiness around his face. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, both of them fitting snugly on his muscular body. I wouldn't be surprised if I was drooling. I took another long sip of my drink and was surprised when it came up empty. I quickly grabbed another off the table, downing it in two gulps as I watched the god-like boy.

"Alice," I said after another drink. I hadn't looked away from his perfect face once since I'd seen him. He was talking with someone I recognized from our school, drinking a beer. She pulled away from Jasper, making a disgusting slurping noise.

"What?" she growled, obviously angry for the interruption.

"Who is that?" I asked, pointing towards the beautiful boy. His lips pulled up into a breath taking crooked grin as he talked with someone. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"That's my cousin Edward Masen. Go talk to him!" she demanded before pressing her lips back against Jasper's. I heard him moan and decided to get up. I started to make my way across the room, trying to find myself another drink. I was stumbling slightly; add that to my already clumsy self, not a healthy combination. I tripped on the edge of the rug, going toppling into a rock hard body. I felt someone steady me and heard a musical chuckle.

"Sorry," the voice said, as smooth as velvet. I looked down and noticed a large stain on the white dress I was wearing, probably from his beer. Then I looked up at the face with the smooth voice, and almost choked. It was Edward, the god-like boy, the angel. Alice's cousin.

"It's okay," I slurred slightly. He chuckled again. "I'm sure Alice has something I can change into upstairs." I smiled at him and started to stumble towards the stairs. But I tripped… again. But this time a pair of strong arms caught me around the waist.

"Maybe I should help you?" he suggested. His breath smelled faintly of alcohol, but he didn't seem as drunk as I was. I nodded mutely. He scooped me up in his arms, holding me bridal style. I giggled a bit and leaned into his chest. I could hear the steady beating of his heart, feel it on my cheek. It was very comforting.

"We're in Alice's room." His voice was very close, his warm breathe on my ear, sending shivers down my body. He gently lowered me to my feet, keeping one arm around me just in case.

"I'm okay," I assured him. He reluctantly pulled his arm away, taking a small step back. I was able to walk to the closet without falling and killing myself. I grinned triumphantly. I flicked through the racks, trying to find something that would fit me. I eventually settled on a big t-shirt that looked like it was Jasper's. I pulled my dress off without thinking, leaving me in my bra and panties. The gasp behind me was the only thing that alerted me to his presence.

I whirled around, clutching the t-shirt behind me. Edward's eyes were wide and traveling up and down my body, lingering on the lace covered areas. I was wearing midnight blue bra and underwear set, both of them lacy and skimpy. Edward's breathing came out in gasps. I was emboldened. I dropped the t-shirt to the floor and took a few steps closer to him.

"Do you like this?" I asked, batting my eyelashes. He gulped, and nodded. I took another step closer to him- there was no space between our bodies anymore. I slid my arms around his neck and pressed my lips by his ears. "Would you like it better on the floor?" He groaned at my words and was instantly scooping me into his arms, kissing me fiercely. I moaned into his mouth. I had no idea where this new found confidence came from, probably the alcohol. But I liked it.

He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and lifted me up a bit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself against him as hard as I could. His tongue slid into my mouth and I molded my tongue against his, both of them swirling together. After a moment, I needed to break away and get oxygen. Edward backed me up against the wall, his lips pressing against my neck. I moved my shaky arms and started to tug on the hem of his shirt. He got the picture. He carried me over to the bed, laying me flat against it. I pulled him down on top of me, quickly pulling his shirt over his head. I marveled at his sculpted muscles, running my fingers over his abs, his broad chest.

I don't remember much more about that night. Everything happened so fast. Our clothes ended up in a pile on the floor, our bodies molded together in every way. It had been lust-filled and passionate, but it had felt more like making love then mindless sex. He was very tender and gentle, especially when he figured out it was my first time. He kissed me lovingly, my lips, my neck, anywhere he could find. I can clearly remember his smell, musky and manly, slightly mixed with the stench of stale alcohol. I can remember the way every one of my curves fit like a puzzle piece into his. I remember a few rounds of pure bliss. I had fallen asleep in his arms.

The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache and only spurts of memory from the previous night. My tongue felt like cotton in my mouth. There was a pair of warm arms encircling my waist. I shot up, completely disoriented. My eyes went wide as saucers. I was completely naked. The previous night came rushing back to me. Shit. I wasn't normally a girl for one-night stands- in fact, Edward was my first time even having sex, let alone a one-night stand- but desperate times call for desperate measures. I glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning.

I climbed carefully out of bed, keeping my eyes off of the gorgeous man in the bed. I pulled on my bra and panties from last night and grabbed the t-shirt I was going to wear. I slid my feet back into the flats Alice had given me and kissed the sleeping man once on the forehead. I felt a surge of sadness at leaving him- like I was leaving a part of myself behind. I ignored it and ran downstairs, keeping as quiet as possible. I grabbed my car keys.

"So… You and my cousin, huh?" I froze. Alice was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in her hands.

"How'd you know?" I asked. Oh God, I hope no one else knew.

"Well, when I walked into my bed to go to sleep, I found my cousin and you naked under the covers. Thanks for scarring me for life by the way," she teased, making a disgusted face. I sighed. "I was actually surprised my high-pitched scream of disgust didn't wake you."

"I was kind of drunk. And he spilled something on my dress so I took it off and one thing led to another…" I trailed off with a shrug.

"But you're leaving now. Won't you see him again?" she asked, her eyes pleading, even though they were red with hangover.

"I'm moving to Florida Alice. It would never work." I shook my head. "I better get going. I wasn't supposed to sleep over." Alice stood up and tossed her arms around me, tears spilling over in her eyes.

"I'll miss you," she said, sobbing slightly. Her tears triggered mine and soon we were both sobbing into each other's arms.

"I'll miss you too Alice. You're the best friend a girl could ever ask for," I mumbled, sniffling slightly.

"I love you. You'll always be like my sister Bella," she promised. "even if I do need to burn my bed now." I chuckled wetly.

"Love you too Alice." I squeezed her one last time before running outside and driving away. I cried most of the way home, already missing my hyperactive best friend.

I arrived home to find disapproving looks on both of my parents faces. Charlie's turned murderously angry when he took in my appearance. I glanced down and realized I was wearing Jasper's t-shirt, the one from Alice's closet.

"Sorry," I mumbled. I ran upstairs, trying not to cry. My bags were already packed; I was completely ready to leave. I was going to the University of Florida. It was planned months ago that I would leave the day after graduation. I changed into a pair of my own sweats and went back downstairs.

"Bella," Renee said in a warning tone as I came back downstairs, bags in hand.

"I know Mom. It was stupid, I was kind of drunk," I admitted. No use in lying. I came home at five in the morning in a guy's t-shirt. "It won't happen again." Renee sighed, trying to decide if she was sadder that I was leaving, or angry that I had one night stand-ed a guy. The sadness won.

"Do you have to go so far from Forks?" she asked, her face slipping into a pout. I wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you Mom," I answered.

"I love you too." I turned to Charlie. He was still glowering.

"Don't worry Dad; it was a one night thing. I promise." I made a small cross over my heart to show him I was serious. He cracked a crinkly-eyed smile.

"I love you Bells. We'll miss you," he said gruffly, pulling me into a hug.

"I love you too," I murmured. He kissed my forehead before Renee swept me into another hug.

"Be good. Have fun. Stay safe. I love you." She kissed my cheek. I grabbed my suitcases and Charlie helped me pack them in the car.

"Goodbye," I sighed as I climbed into the new Toyota Prius my parents had bought me.

"Goodbye," Renee and Charlie said in unison. I felt tears stinging my eyes as I hit the border of Forks, tears for leaving my parents, my home, my friends. And tears for leaving that Greek god lying in Alice's bed, without even getting his number or giving him my name…

A/N: Yes, I know this plotline is way overused. But this story will be original! Just like When We Were Young! An overused plot with an original plotline. And I'd like to thank my absolutely awesome beta Independant Mind aka Catt! Thanks girl! Also check out my new C2 which is basically all of the All Human stories that are totally addicting and you need to read! And I probably won't update until Thursday night or Friday morning because I'll be in Cape Cod. REVIEW!!