Rain splatters on the roof as I begin to awaken. The room is grey from lack of sunshine, but it isn't uninviting. It's more cozy, like I'm in my own little bubble. Today is the kind of day that you're supposed to stay inside, curled up with a book or watching television in your pajamas. I'm incredibly warm and wrapped in a cocoon of comfort as I recall the saddest, yet most fulfilling dream I've ever had when I feel a shift next to me.
Disbelief is the most prevalent line of thought running through my head. It can't be possible that this has actually happened.
Reality sets in as I look over and see my beautiful boy sleeping peacefully with his arms securely around me. With one last smile I unplug my alarm clock, roll over, and snuggle deeper into his arms, reveling in the complete contact- void of even the slightest bit of nightwear.
I awake once more some time later to a pleasurable tickling sensation on my neck. I smile again as I realize that my beautiful boy is trailing kisses up my body. He reaches my lips and kisses them lightly as I tangle my hands into his hair.
There is no hello or good morning, only the sound of my name on our skin as he breathes it into me. "Bella" he sighs and I purr in contentment. The mood of the morning is so much of a contrast to that of last night. There is no pain, no longing, only happiness and love. I can stay like this forever with my beautiful boy.
I can feel him, ready against my thigh and I wait for him to take me, but it never comes. Taking matters into my own hands, I position myself for him and he looks at me, hazy eyed.
"You're sore." He says. It isn't a question. I shake my head. Not sore enough to keep away from my Edward.
"Please." I whisper, and he hesitates, but slowly slides into me.
It's a little raw, but it doesn't hurt like the first time and I sigh happily. We're exactly like we should be. After seventeen years of friendship, we're finally where we belong.
We rock slowly over and over and the bed creaks softly as he kisses me, morning breath long forgotten. His lips dance with mine until I run my tongue along his bottom lip and his meets mine in gentle passion, tasting, massaging feeling each other in every way possible.
He breaks away and his head drops to my shoulder. I know he's close and I am too. With one last hard thrust we come together, exploding in blind light.
We come down off our highs and Edward looks me in the eye.
"No school today?" He asks.
I simply giggle and shake my head no. Neither one of us has ever skipped a day of school in our lives. Somehow, this seems more important than anything ever has before. I think we deserve a day off.
The next day that we return is interesting. Edward and I part ways and I ache missing him, but it's just for one class period. After it's over I head to my locker and there's someone there I never want to see again.
Every word out of his mouth is ignorant and foul. I can barely understand how awful one person can be. I blame his father, James. They're both horrible men. "What part of 'No' don't you understand? I retort angrily.
I nearly vomit as Mike runs his clammy hand up my arm as I shove my books into my locker.
"Come on sweet thing, don't be like that. Just come to the movies with me and we'll get dinner. I'll even let you kiss me at the end of the night, if you're good. My hands are feeling awfully sore from nerd patrol, maybe you could be my naughty nurse?"
I snap, not being able to take it anymore. With one last shove of my books, I slam my locker door shut and attack.
I roughly grab Mike's arm and twist him so that it's pinned behind his back and his face and chest are pressed harshly against the lockers. With my free hand, I grab him by his hair and pull his head roughly toward me so that I can hiss into his ear.
"From this point forward, you so much as look at my boyfriend wrong and I swear to god I'll come the fuck after you. You tell anyone and I will not hesitate to press charges. Harassment, sexual harassment, gang activity, that stash of E you keep in your wallet and flaunt at all the parties, you name it I'll spill it. I've got loads on you."
He hisses in pain and I take satisfaction in the fact that his words come out strangled and pained.
"Look, Bella, I don't know why you're doing this or what your boyfriend, whoever he is, has to do with me, but I'm sorry."
Mike's eyes are wide with false innocence but I see right through him. I want to smack that look right off his face. I tighten my hold on his arm and he cries out in pain again. I'm starting to learn that he responds better when you speak his language.
"Oh, what, Mike? You gonna pull the pussy Mama's boy act? I think you forget who my daddy is. And who do you think he's going to believe? I'm telling you right now, you watch yourself or you'll have much worse than a sprained arm. Got it?"
"Got it, got it." He chokes out and I feel two arms wrap around my waist. My body relaxes slightly as I hear a honey-smooth voice speak quietly into my ear.
"Let him go, Bella. He's not worth it." The arms pull me backwards and I let them, only because of who they belong to. I look up, guiltily into those striking green eyes as my beautiful boy stares back at me with a gentile smile. My hands find their way to his flushed cheeks and he leans into them.
"But you are worth it," I whisper. I barely register Mike trying to recover.
"Cullen? He's your boyfriend? Why of all people would you pick him?"
"Because he's everything you're not and more," I spit at him. Then, with cold eyes and blind fury, I pull away from Edward and knee Mike in the groin. I can't help but smile vengefully as he groans in agony on the floor, but I feel guilty again as warm arms envelop me once more.
"God, why don't you control your psycho-bitch girlfriend, Cullen?" Mike wheezes from the floor and I wonder how a boy who gets away with as much as he does can be so stupid.
Edward lets me go, his expression hardening as he lifts Mike up by the front of his jacket and punches him right in the face. Hard. He leans in really close and hisses in Mike's face.
"You can beat me, steal from me, and shred me of every ounce of self esteem that I have but when you talk about my girlfriend like that, you can expect to get back what you dish out times Vis of "I' times 'T' plus one half times 'A' times 'T' squared. Understand?
"Uh…what?" Mike stutters.
Edward rolls those beautiful eyes and looks at Mike as though he's mentally retarded. Of course Mike doesn't understand. He can barely spell his own name.
"It's initial velocity multiplied by time in addition to one half also multiplied by---you know what? Never mind. My point is, talk bad about my girlfriend and I'll beat you up. A lot. Get it?"
Holy Jesus Christ on a Cracker. Edward is setting my girly parts on fire over here and I just want to haul him off to a supply closet and have my dirty way with him.
I force myself to focus because there's a scum bag here to be dealt with. I'll just have to fuck my hot boyfriend later.
I shake my head to clear it and wait on Edward to finish threatening Mike before we end up late for class. Mike nods and I grab Edward, deciding school can wait another day, and drag him off to my car so we can go home because I need to violate him properly. His gangly body stumbles along behind me as I high tail it through the hallways, giddy in my euphoric state.
Life is good.
A/N: Okay, here's the follow up. I know a lot of you put me on alert but I don't think I'm going to be making this into a full out story. I know there are some unresolved issues and it's not realistic for Edward to go from suicidal to perfectly happy over night, but I've got other stories to work on as well and I know most of you are waiting on Tough Love. Also, this is my first time trying to write in the present tense so bear with me. Review?