NOTE: it's already the NEXT DAY

#6

"What's wrong with you?" Alice asked when she saw me looking around her porch. "You look antsy."

"Nothing," I lied as I stepped inside her house. I glanced at the kitchen—no Edward—then at the living room—also no Edward. Good.

Alice noticed me sighing in relief. "Something is wrong" she stated. "Spill."

"Nothing's wrong," I mumbled. She huffed then led the way upstairs.

Alas, it was too good to be true. And just when I was finally at ease with the thought that Edward might have been surfing outside, he emerged from his room. It was obvious he just got out of bed because his hair was messier than usual and he didn't appear to have noticed me. Maybe he wouldn't all day. But that was just wishful thinking on my part.

"Alice?" he grumbled, sounding drowsy. I squeaked then ran inside Alice's room, pushing Alice in the process.

"Bella, what the heck is wrong?" she squealed.

Edward probably heard my name being mentioned because he went, "Bella?"

Fortunately I was already safe in his sister's room. I was safe from him—but not from Alice, I realized. Ugh.

"Bella, you better tell me what's wrong or else," Alice demanded. I winced then reluctantly sat on her bed. I entwined my fingers together and sighed.

"It's nothing," I lied still. I smiled for added effect. "Really. So please drop it."

Alice rolled her eyes and sat on the bed beside me. "Bella Swan, you better be telling the truth…"

"I am," I laughed faintly. "Geez, you're worse than my mom."

She pursed her lips but didn't say anything…

And that was when Edward popped in. I immediately turned my head in the different direction, trying to keep my blushing under control. "Alice, Mom wants to talk to you," he said.

"Where is she?" Alice asked, standing up.

"Kitchen, where else?" he said casually. His sister snorted then went out the room. I slowly looked at Alice going.

It was a bad idea because Edward was still there—looking awfully amused.

"Who are you avoiding?" he asked. Ugh. He really annoys me with his smug attitude.

"No one," I said indignantly before standing up. I crossed my arms over my chest and made a move for the door. "Tell Alice I went home."

He pulled on my hair, which made me yelp. I quickly turned to him. "What was that for?" I demanded.

He smirked. "You're avoiding me, huh?" he asked amusedly. "And in a poor way, I might add."

"I am NOT avoiding you," I snarled. "It's obvious you think so highly of yourself that you bother to speculate that I'm doing what you're accusing me of doing."

"God, Bella, it was just a peck on the lips," he laughed humorously. I blushed then turned away.

But not without shouting, "DON'T REMIND ME, YOU JERK!"

Then I stormed out of the house. I was lucky enough not to have bumped into Alice then—because I avoided the kitchen.

I let out a yawn and stretched out my arms. I had been lying on a chaise longue for quite awhile, just to kill time. My iPod sat on my lap, turned off. I narrowed my eyes at the beach. My stomach churned. Edward was surfing—right in front of me. A few minutes later, he was walking back to the shore—and toward my direction. I let out a tiny squeak then abruptly stood up.

"Going somewhere?" he asked teasingly. He was near… oh my god.

I turned around and glared at him. I ignored the fact that he was rocking—quite well—the wet look. There were tiny beads of water running down his torso, and his hair was dripping with it too. "Don't you have better things to do than make fun of me?" I demanded, putting my hands on my hips.

He shrugged. "Honestly, none," he admitted, walking toward me with a big grin on his face. Of course, I walked backwards, not bothering to look where I was going… until it was too late.

I tripped on something and accidentally grabbed Edward's arm in the process. So we both fell down on the sand, him on top. Over his shoulder, I saw my skirt flimsily flying, going with the wind. Oh my god. EDWARD ACCIDENTALLY RIPPED OFF MY SKIRT!

"Wow," he laughed. "Is Mother Nature giving us the chance to go to another level with our relationship?" I blushed profusely at that then weakly pushed him off me. Luckily, he obliged. I quickly grabbed my skirt—which lay on the ground now—and slipped it back on. While I was doing it, I kept glaring at Edward—who was still laughing his ass off.

Slowly, he stood up and seductively reached his hand out to me, teasing as usual. "Why don't we do what she wants?" he said. I blushed then let out a squeal when his skin came into contact with mine—for the umpteenth time.

I turned around and ran back to my house, shouting, "MOLESTER! MOLESTER! EDWARD'S A MOLESTER!" and even with my shouting, I could still hear Edward's laugh from afar.

[A/N: the MOLESTER SCENARIO was suggested by MUFFINZ-OF-DARKNESS. So thank you—it was fun to write... even though i tweaked your suggestion a little bit]

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