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Here's my new story. Hope you'll like it.

Before we start I would like to thank my wonderful beta, The Real Teacher, for continuing to stand by me and put up with all my questions and horrendous butchering of the English language. This story wouldn't be what it is without her and I can't thank her enough for it. Love ya!

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"I love you Edward!" I squealed, my trembling fingers carefully caressing the delicate petals of the flower he'd just trusted into them.

Esme had come to pick us up from school today. Between my mom's new vocation as a yoga instructor and my dad being at the station more than he was at home, it was turning into a regular event. The unexpected perk today was that Esme had to run an errand in town – something she had to pick up for a client or something – and so we were dropped at the edge of the estate, giving us some time to spend in our meadow without the ever-present parentals hovering over us.

I had every hope that our alone time would allow us to lift our relationship to the next level. Not that I was a slut or anything, but being the only girl in eighth grade who'd never even gone as far as first base even though I'd been with the same boyfriend since kindergarten was really starting to affect my confidence. Not that I disliked Edward's chaste kisses and all of the holding hands and other stuff but, from what I'd heard, boyfriends – and especially those who were already in high school – were supposed to be all over you, not standing next to you at a respectable distance because they worried about damaging your virtue and reputation.

Wanting to let him know how much a little dent in said virtue would be appreciated I planted a kiss on his cheeks that made him stumble a little from the force of it. "You're the best boyfriend a girl could ever wish for!"

He shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing behind the upturned collar of his jacket. "Like I don't know that. You tell me often enough."

Say what?

I frowned wondering what the hell he was saying. "So what? Should I tell you, you suck major ass or something?"

He gave me another one of those none-committing shrugs which were really making me doubt whether or not he was such a fantastic boyfriend after all – as he replied. "Whatever. You can say whatever the hell you like. It's a free country and it's not like you ever hold back anyway."

I growled under my breath. If only the stupid boy would have known how much I held back right now, he would have run like the devil was on his ass to catch up with his mom. "Edward Anthony Cullen. Did you really just call me an overbearing bitch just now?"

I know I was getting a bit into the dramatics and all, but I really did need to get this straight. My future wedding to the ideal husband (though he was proving to be not so much an ideal husband right now) was at stake here. If anyone was allowed to be a bit upset and overreacting it was me.

"Not to your face," Edward shrugged (seriously, what was with the shrugging?), the way his lips curled up showing me that that was exactly what he was thinking, though his mom had raised him better than to speak the words.

Next thing he knew he was assaulted by a delicate little bouquet of cornflowers and daisies. His facial expression going from smug to surprised and finally to disgusted when he opened his mouth to say something only to have it filled with blue and white flowers.

"Hey!" he growled, in between spitting out bits of flower. "What did you do that for?"

"Ugh!" I snarled, resisting the urge to slap him some more. "You're such a guy! You always do this! Why can't you ever do something nice and act nice at the same time?"

This afternoon was turning into such a huge disappointment that I had to bite my lip to keep myself from crying. Instead of getting my first real kiss I would be dumping my boyfriend because he turned out to be a huge asshole. And as much as I wanted to get kissed, I couldn't give that important milestone in my life up to just any old asshole.

He shrugged again, his feet drawing geometrical patterns in the sand. "I dunno…."

Holy saints of stupid boyfriends! That did it!

I snarled at him as I jumped up from our tree trunk and started to leg it back home. "Then figure your shit out! Your mood swings are giving me whiplash!"

I knew better than to curse. With my dad being the police chief in the small town I'd grown up in, there were ears and eyes watching me all around. If Charlie – my part-time hippie parents thought it insulting to be called 'mom' and 'dad' to their face – found out his sweet little girl was currently standing in the backyard (that was, if you could call a private forest a backyard) of her boyfriend's house hollering up a storm, I'd probably be grounded until I left home for college.

As soon as I'd made my dramatic exit, my feet stomping all over the remnants of the once beautiful little arrangement of summer flowers, I heard him spring into action, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips even before he'd said a thing. "Bella, wait!"

"What?" I growled, my satisfaction growing when I saw my words were having the desired effect.

"I-I didn't mean it like that," he stammered, dragging his hand through his hair as he scrambled to get himself out of the mess he'd made. When he looked at me, his beautiful green eyes were pleading with me to forgive him. "I-I love you too, you know I do. I'm crazy about you….It's just…."

"What?" I repeated myself, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I tried with all my might to stay angry and not focus on how pretty Edward looked when he was all frazzled and nervous.

"You'd better have a good explanation for this Edward, or so help me God…." I added. I'd heard my mom use that phrase on my dad more often than I'd like to admit and it worked every time.

"It was Mike," Edward answered quickly. "We had an argument today and…."

"God!" I groaned. Ever since Edward had crossed over to the dark side (aka Forks High) last year he and Mike had been going from one fight to another. It was fascinating how boys could be perfectly well-adjusted one moment only to turn into complete rambling lunatics the minute they crossed the road from Forks Junior High to Forks High. It was amazing how much difference those two hundred feet from door to door made.

It was also amazing how those two had made it to their sophomore year without getting kicked out for staging a full, guns blazing duel behind the gymnasium.

Finally my curiosity got the better of me, though, causing me to ask the question he'd been wanting me to ask all along. "What was it about this time?"

"About you, actually," Edward admitted. "He kept nagging at me about how I was completely whipped by a little girl…."

I was suddenly grateful for having Jessica Stanley for a friend, even if the friendship came more from her side then from mine. She might have had the intellect of a goldfish and the annoyingly peppy manners a Jack Russell Terrier, but had it not been for this sage when it came to sex and boyfriends I wouldn't have had a clue about what he was talking about. I mean, unless my parents were doing all sorts of kinky stuff I didn't know about (and never wanted to know about, thank you very much) I didn't have access to a whip, let alone knowledge of how to use it.

Being as it was, Edward's admission only pissed me off even further. How could he listen to a pervy little creep like Mike? It wasn't like that ugly little fart of a human being had any experience when it came to relationships or soul mates? Not like we did, anyway.

"And you listened to what the dumb idiot said?" I cried, trying not to snort at the way Edward's eyes widened with fear as he found out his admission might not have had the effect he was looking for.

"No?" Edward tried, knowing I wasn't going to fall for his crap. He'd let that pimply little piece of donkey dung get to him and had been a shitty boyfriend to me because of it. No amount of daisies or cornflowers could change that.

"Tell me Edward," I challenged him, trying a new kind of tactic. "Do you think I've got you whipped?"

I narrowed my eyes again when the boy actually had the audacity to take some time to think about it before he replied. "No."

I snorted. "You sound very convincing."

"I don't mind you taking control," he was quick to add. "At least….not when you still let me do nice things for you and take you out and stuff. In fact…I like the way we are when we're together."

"Then why are you taking advice from Mike Newton!" I cried, wishing they taught a course on boys at school because I didn't understand one bit about them. It was like they were a completely different species or something.

"It's just a stupid guy thing," Edward pleaded. "I never should have listened to them but they said all these things about girls and how they should know who's boss in a relationship and I couldn't help but think…..but I was wrong. I love you just the way you are."

I tightened my eyes to slits, hoping my narrowed vision could somehow show me if he was speaking the truth or not. "Okay," I finally grudgingly admitted. "But then, if you really love me just the way I am, why did you act like an ass earlier?"

"Like I said," he replied with a shrug. "I dunno…I just kept on thinking about what Mike said and…"

"Ugh!" I huffed as I stomped back to the meadow and parked my ass back on 'our' tree trunk. "Boys are so stupid!"

Edward sat down next to me at a respectable distance, giving me the time to vent and calm down at my own speed. That's what I loved so much about him. Well, apart from the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous and – apparently – didn't mind me being a bit on the overbearing bitchy side. He gave me space. At times it was like he could read me like a book.

He really was my soul mate.

I knew it, even with my mom saying all kinds of crap about how true soul mates didn't even exist and that romantic attachments formed in Kindergarten hardly ever lasted into adulthood. Yet here we were, me in eight grade and Edward already a sophomore in High School and still together and in love as much as we had been from the first moment we met (though sometimes he really did piss me off)

Well, we were going to prove her wrong. We were going to grow up, get married and have lots of sex (though from Jess' description I wasn't so sure whether that was all it was cracked up to be) and babies (though since I'd seen a birth on the Medical Channel I wasn't so enthusiastic about Edward's plan to have eight kids anymore) and grow old and wrinkly and die in each other's arms. I knew it would happen. We'd made a plan, put it to paper and signed it with our own blood. No power on earth or beyond could undo that. Not even my mom.

"So you'll still come to my place with me?" Edward asked after a while, his hypnotizing eyes working their magic through his lashes. I wouldn't have been able to deny him even if I wanted to. Being as it was I was really curious about what Edward might have up his sleeve that involved us getting back to the house. He'd been going on about a special surprise he had for me all weekend.

Part of me was hoping it would be a darkened living room, a movie I'd seen before (so that I wouldn't feel guilty about not paying any attention to it whatsoever) and Bella Swan receiving her first real (according to Jessica) kiss. Although another part of me was scared to death about that actually happening. I mean, I knew I was fourteen and all, which meant that I was almost a grown woman, and I also knew that Edward and I had been together long enough for stuff like that to happen without it making me feel like some cheap slut, but what if I wasn't any good at it? What if I bit him or something? Or – even worse – my nerves got the better of me, making me throw up inside his mouth?

And so I did what any self-respecting fourteen year old girl would do I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans and shrugged, playing all cool and collected when even the birds in the sky could see I wasn't. "Sure."

His face lit up like a Christmas tree, magically conjuring a smile to my face as he offered me his hand. "Then let's go!"

We crossed the remaining distance to the Cullen house in comfortable silence, basking in the hot late-afternoon sun and the sounds and smells of the forest. Even with as much time as I was spending over at Edward's place, it still held me completely under its spell. The way the huge white house sat in a large clearing in the quiet private estate made it look like something out of a fairytale and I half expected a unicorn or leprechaun to appear from out of nowhere.

"It's so beautiful,' I whispered.

Edward chuckled, his hand softly squeezing mine. "You say that every time."

"And every time it's true," I quipped. "I'm happy your mom had to run an errand in Port Angeles."

"So am I," Edward sighed, his thumb drawing lazy circles into my hand as we languidly crossed the remaining distance to the house. It was when we'd almost reached the door that a flicker of movement from inside the house caught my attention.

"What the…." I started, my body coming to a complete standstill as I peeked through the window into Edward's dad's study and saw my mom and Edward's dad, locked in a very intimate looking embrace.

"Bella?' Edward frowned, before following my gaze and letting out a low hiss. "What the fuck?"

I looked at him, biting my lip as I tried to come up with a reason why Carlisle should have his hands all over my mom's back. It didn't look like she was sick, and even if she was I knew better than to think Carlisle was using his medical knowledge to fix her at the moment. "Do you…."

Edward shook his head. "No."

We both crept close, avoiding detection by crouching underneath the window where we were barely able to peep through the window, but could hear almost everything.

"It's going to be alright," I heard Edward's dad reassure my mom. "Let's just pretend none of this even happened and….."

"But Carlisle!" my mom's agitated voice cried.

"No Renee! Can't you see?" Carlisle cried, his hand gesticulating towards something on his desk. "If this comes out we'd be in much more trouble than we are now. We have to keep this a secret!"

I felt Edward nudge me in the side, and when I turned towards him I saw confusion and shock on his face that no doubt mirrored mine. "What is going on?" he whispered, nodding his head towards the open window.

"I don't know," I replied honestly, straining my ears to catch more of what was being said within.

"I don't see how that would work!" Renee's high-pitched voice shrieked. "Think about what would happen when people find out! How do you think Charlie would react, knowing I'd betrayed his trust? And Esme…"

"Keep Esme out of this, Renee," Carlisle warned, the threat in his voice making me take an involuntary step backwards. "We put a stop to this now and they will never find out."

I gasped, my mind slowly putting two and two together and ending up at the one logical explanation for all of this: my mom – the person who was always nagging at me that I was too young to have a boyfriend and that boys were only good for distracting you from the things that were really important – was having an affair.

With my boyfriend's dad.

My mom together like that with my prospective father in law.


What was worse was that Edward must have come to the same conclusion because the hand that had been holding onto mine was suddenly snatched away with a ferocity that sent jolts of pain through my body.

"Edward?" I tried, sneaking a sideways glance at the now completely closed off face of the boy I'd known and loved since as long as I could remember.

"Be quiet!" he hissed at me, his eyes fixed on the window above us where the conversation between his dad and my mom continued.

Trying to stop my tears from falling I focused on what was going on inside, hoping this would all turn out to be some sort of strange misunderstanding and not my worst nightmare come to life.

"Oh, don't be so naïve, Carlisle," my mom answered, her irritation growing almost visibly. "The truth has a habit of finding its way out and when it does, I think it would be best if they hear it from us instead of from some old gossip like Roberta Stanley."

Carlisle's response surprised me. Given the nature of their conversation, I had expected him to be mad and yell at my mom but when he did speak, he sounded very odd….very defeated. "Please Renee," he spoke. "I'm begging you not to tell Charlie. At least….not yet."

There was a long silence before my mom finally answered. "I'll see what I can do…."

There was some shuffling of bodies – another hug maybe? – and a long silence before the crunch of gravel on the front driveway sent us running for safety, both knowing instinctively that being caught would be a bad thing right now.

"What happens now?" I asked, fear, anger and confusion fighting for dominance as I thought about what we'd just seen. "What is going on?"

"I don't know," Edward answered, though there was a new kind of strain in his voice. It was only when I looked up that I noticed how different he suddenly looked, not like my Edward anymore.

He was so angry that it was starting to make me a little bit afraid of him, his whole frame shaking with pent up rage as he inclined his head toward the sound of a car retreating over the gravel driveway coming from the front of the house.

"Edward?" I tried grabbing his hand but he pulled away from me before I came even close to touching him.

"I think you'd better go home, Bella," he spoke with a new kind of harshness to his voice, making me realize that some of his anger was directed at me. Simply because of who I was or – better said – because of who my mother was. "I'm sure that if you run fast enough you can catch your whore of a mother on her way out."

"W-what?" I stammered through my tears, wondering desperately if I'd ever get my Edward back. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. We were supposed to be together, no matter what kind of obstacles life would throw in our way. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

"You heard me," he growled over his shoulder before making a beeline for the backdoor, leaving me to my fears and misery. "Get the hell away from me!"

This had changed everything.

Poor Bella! There's no way she's going to get that kiss now.

The next chapter will pick up in 'present day', which is about ten years further down the line. It will have a first peek into the mind of Lawyerward and will reveal something about what happened after the events of the prologue. One thing I can say is that Edward and Bella are not related in any way shape or form. That's all I'm going to say for now, though.

For this story I'm aiming to update on Tuesdays. Follow me on twitter if you want updates on my updates (giggle, that sounds funny!), tweasers, pretty pictures of Rob and just the ordinary random musings. I'm missbaby25 on there.

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