Disclaimer- I don't own Twilight.

So I'm just trying to see if this floats your boat, twerds… so let me know.


I drummed my fingers on the wooden desk in front of me, waiting for school to be over. It was a Friday and I was eager to get home and finish my solo chess tournament. It was riveting, actually. I had been playing it for a couple of days now and I was starting to feel pretty confident that the white pieces were falling behind.

Mr. Banner made my day worse by telling us we needed to work in pairs for our next science project. If I was paired with a slacker I swear I was going to write a formal complaint!

Immediately, because of my perfect knowledge of the assignment, I got many offers to be paired with someone, but I declined them all, the people asking me were slackers who just wanted an A.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see… Marie Leonie. My mouth opened a little.

Marie Leonie was the most beautiful girl at Jefferson High.

She smiled kindly at me. "Anthony? I was wondering if you wanted to work on the project with me?" she asked.

And I knew I should say no… she'd be a distraction for me, even though I knew she had an A in this class. I didn't even think twice.

"S-sure…" I stumbled, flushed.

She leaned in closer. "Great," she all but purred. "Meet me at my house tonight and we can get started," she whispered. She slid a piece of paper towards me with her address on it and I sat there like a fish without water, staring as she walked back to her desk.

Michael glared at me. "Dude, keep your hands off my girl," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "For one, she isn't your girl. Two, it's just a science project," I said.

He glared at me, but exited the room as the bell rang.

And he was an idiot. I knew for a fact that Marie was single for whatever reason.

Once I had driven home, I gasped, realizing just what had happened to me today.

I, Anthony Tyler, was going over to Marie Leonie's house. I grinned like the Cheshire cat.

What the hell was I supposed to wear? I worriedly looked through my closet, finding nothing of satisfaction. I groaned.

But then I found it.

The perfect outfit for studying with Marie…

A button down shirt tucked into jeans.

Very professional.

I patted my hair down with as much hair gel as I dared, and topped it off with my thick framed glasses. I looked in the mirror and nodded.

I knew that I looked respectable and walked out to my Subaru. It was about 4:30… that was okay, right?

I made sure to bring my science book and other study materials and set them in the passenger seat. I programmed the address in my GPS and started to drive. When I saw her house come into view, I smiled.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bag and nervously walking up to the front door.

I knocked three times. A polite amount of knocks.

I heard footsteps.

"Coming!" said Marie and I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly.

The door swung open and I was immediately stunned. She was wearing sweats and a tank top, her hair in a pony tail.

Obviously, this wasn't as formal as my thoughts had led me to believe…

She giggled and I laughed along nervously. She stepped aside to give me room to enter. "Hello, Anthony," she said, closing the door.

"H-hi," I said, shuffling my feet.

She instructed me to set my bag on the table and went to get her things.

Once she came back, I decided it was time to get started.

"Okay, so I was thinking that we'd start with the molecular structure of the-"

She cut me off. "I'm sorry, Anthony… you're just… here. Let me…" she trailed off.

She stood up to stand in front of me. I looked up at her, confused.

The next thing I knew, she wrapped her hands in my hair and started shaking it.

I felt my wild hair resorting back to its crazy positions, sticking in every direction. I blushed as she nodded in satisfaction. "So much better." She nodded in approval.

"Thanks…" I mumbled. "So, anyways, when we're dealing with an animal as delicate as-"

She cut me off again. "One more thing. Stand up," she requested.

I was confused, but complied anyways. Her hands wound around me and tugged my shirt from my jeans.

It laid easily over my jeans. My eyebrows knitted together.

She backed up a foot to appraise me. "Better, but…"

She trailed her hands up my chest and unbuttoned the top three buttons, and I felt very unprofessional as some of my chest hair showed.

She started to tug my sleeves up to my elbows.

"Marie, I really don't think-"

"Sh… you look so much sexier this way." She said.

My eyes widened and I felt my face heat up.

"What?" I asked, surprised.

She giggled, going over some debate in her head before deciding on one and unbuttoning two more buttons on my shirt.

"There…" she said under her breath, "Y-you should dress like this more often… it looks really good on you," she said.

She led me over to a mirror in the living room.

I had to disagree with her. I looked like a hoodlum. But Marie approved…

I shrugged, walking back over to the table.

"So, as I was saying, Marie-"

I couldn't believe it, but she cut me off again. "Goddamnit, Anthony! Really? You're still going to talk about science? Don't you like me even a little bit?" she groaned.

I blinked. "What?" I asked.

She glared at the table. "I tried to do everything I could… hell, I basically just undressed you and you still don't get it! I like you, Anthony and-"

This time I took my turn in cutting her off.

Without a second thought, I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her in for a kiss. She moaned.

We both stood up and came closer, I grabbed her hips and lad her down on the table after lazily brushing off the science things.

She pulled me by my shirt to move on top of her.

I leaned down to kiss her and, with much surprise and delight from me, grabbed my hand and began to massage herself between her thighs with it.

"Sweet Jesus…" I hissed, feeling her heat between my fingertips.

She moaned, taking my other hand to wrap it around her breast. My jaw slacked as she let me work her the way I'd always wanted to. She rolled her head into the crook of my neck.

"Anthony… please…" she asked, practically begged.

"Please what…?" I asked.

"F-fuck me…" she whimpered. My hands froze on her body.

"I-I'm sorry, was that too-?" she started to ask.

I was unable to restrain from kissing her again and started to move my hands.

"Oh God… Anthony… p-please… I need more…" Marie moaned out from underneath me.

I smirked, watching her writhe underneath me as I teased her. Before I knew it, four hands were clawing at each other's clothes and they were lying on the floor in no time at all.

She was quick to wrap her legs around me as I ran one finger up her slit.

"Say it, Marie. Say it," I said, taunting her.

"Please, Anthony… fuck me…" she whimpered.

I grinned above her, rolling on the latex condom and entering her. I shuddered as she clawed her hands into my shoulders, feeling something feral rip through me, pumping into her faster and harder.

"Anthony!" she cried out, near her release. I smiled as I heard my name echo around the room and leaned down to gently bite her neck.

I slammed into her extra hard, and she finally found her release.

I grinned as I pulled out of her.

She was left panting on the table.

I helped her off after putting my clothes back on. She licked her lips.

"As you were saying?" She smirked, sitting back down.

The vixen…

I groaned as I read the last sentence. There was no more. My whole day revolved around these daily updated fantasies and it was over. I sighed, everything she wrote was so damn hot…

See, when I was a freshman, Mike Newton, one of the guys on my wrestling team, told me about this smut site. I rolled my eyes about it at first, but the more I read, the more of a religious experience this was.

I found this one story as a freshman… it was by OveractiveSexDriveChick. See, it was basically a huge anthology about Anthony and Marie, different plots every day about them having sex- basically, anything she was fantasizing about that day.

Every day since freshman year, she never failed to update. You never knew when it was going to be, but she always updated every day. But to make sure I never missed an update, I followed her twitter so I could be the stalker I am. I always read them before school, but since today was Sunday, I was reading it at 2 o'clock because I slept in like the lazy ass I am. She always wrote the best stuff, and, come on, it was word porn, of course I liked it.

I was a teen guy, shoot me. I thrived off of her words.

I always read it- every day. She had three stories, one for every year since I was a freshman. They all had chapters for every day of the year.

Yeah, I know that. I hit the jackpot with this one.

And apparently today, my favorite sex drive chick was in the mood for geek porn. Okay… so maybe I had a small crush on someone I've never seen before… but have you read what she wrote? I wish I knew her… I would be more than happy to act out the fantasies she seemed to have pouring out of her.

I dropped to the author's note at the bottom of the chapter.

Hey, perverts! How are ya doing today? I hope you enjoyed today's portion of word porn and drop me a review if you have the time ; ) oh, and I meant for Anthony to have spoken that nerdy. I don't know, guys, I woke up this morning and thought about my inspiration for these crazy stories and thought: Well what the hell! Nerds can be hot too!

I chuckled. Not like she needed the reviews, she had over five hundred thousand all together. And I wonder what kind of guy had enough sex appeal to urge a girl to write word porn for three years straight.

I was going to leave one, but my stomach started to take control of my needs.

As I made my sandwich, I thought about her. In real life, she had to be the best sex vixen anyone ever saw or did. I licked my lips. Her chapters were always about Anthony Tyler and Marie Leonie. It was easy to pretend the story was about me, considering Anthony was my middle name. Yeah, I'm a cocky son of a bitch, but I had a lot to be cocky about. I smirked.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and realized I had three texts.

One was a tweet from OveractiveSexDriveChick.

Who liked geek Anthony today? Tomorrow I wanna write something sweaty and steamy? Ideas?

I replied, saying I did! Next time you should do one about… Anthony on the wrestling team?

I knew why I suggested it. It was something I did and it was one of the things I thought about doing. And the thought of the sexiest writer alive writing something that related directly to me made me smirk harder.

The next one was from Lauren Mallory. Ew… Fucking God… I bang the girl once and now we're soul mates…

Hey, Eddie! Mm… I want you so bad right now!

Hasn't she ever heard of being subtle?

I frowned. Now there was a future stripper. I ignored it and moved to the next one.

It was from my mom.

Sweetie your dad and I are stuck working overtime at the hospital, sorry!

I told her it was fine.

After eating my sandwich, I went upstairs to reread Overactive's work.

It would be fucking amazing to know a girl like that… but in a small town like Forks, all you had were girls like Lauren Mallory who tried way too hard.

I went back to the fridge, feeling hungry again.

"Damn…" I groaned once I realized I had eaten all food worth eating. I scowled, knowing that if I wanted to feed myself I'd need to go restock.

I sighed, grabbing my keys to go to my car. I drove past wet tree after wet tree until I got to the store.

Annoyed, I stomped inside and straight to the chip aisle. Ah, home.

I got one of those baskets and stuffed chip bag after chip bag into my basket. I was so busy looking at my chips of choice that I didn't realize that someone had crashed into me.

"What the fuck?" I asked, looking for the offensive person who knocked into me.

I glanced to see that it was Bella Swan, not an offensive person at all. With her long, thick brown hair and angel eyes and face, with a hot body to match. I didn't mind running into her at all. I actually grinned, Bella had a smoking body, and if she never opened her mouth to talk, I'd be happy. But it was that mouth of hers that ticked me off.

"Oh, it's only you, Swan. What, still clumsy as usual?" I smirked, batting my eyelashes innocently.

She glared back at me. "Really, Cullen? Is that the best you can do?" she asked, and then she looked down at all the chips and smirked. "What, your wrestling coach finally let you know your ass was too skinny to be on the team?" She mock pouted.

I gritted my teeth together, looking at what she was going to buy.

I raised my eyebrows cockily, mildly surprised to see a cart filled with stuffed animals.

"No," I said, leaning close to her ear, she shrunk away. "Believe it or not, I have the best ass on the team. Wanna take a look?" I bit back.

She shoved me away. "Not if my life depended on it, Cullen. Besides, why would I look at a boy's ass when I could look at a man's." she spat.

I raised an eyebrow. "That's why I offered, it'll be the only chance you'll have to see one." I smirked again.

She rolled her eyes.

I smirked, "And what about you, Swan, is the dark getting so scary you need stuffed animals to protect you?" I gestured to the happy, fuzzy animals.

She huffed. "They're for the kids I babysit. For their birthdays. So go suck some more dick like usual and let me be on my way," she said as she shoved past me. Of course I could have stopped her and been in her way further, but what fun was that?

I smirked again, watching her ass as she walked away, feeling like she won.

"Nice ass, Swan!" I called loudly after her, embarrassing her as a couple of other people turned to look at her.

She growled, throwing one of her plastic animals at me before slamming the store door. I felt something green hit my eye and glared at the door she'd just exited.

I chuckled at her anger. It was comical really, to see her get so mad at me, and even if she didn't know how much she ticked me off, she still did. I had the whole arrogance stance on her, and that's what ticked her off, it was a win/win and a lose/lose situation. It was always either one, she always either turned me on or made me want to strangle her. Yeah, who fucking cares if I was being obnoxious, in the boring town of Forks, mocking Bella Swan was my second favorite thing and my least favorite thing wrapped up into one sexy, angering package.

After OveractiveSexDriveChick's writing of course, she was my favorite thing to look forward to every day.

I stared down at the plush alligator she'd thrown at me and picked it up, smirking.

I stuck it with the rest of the chips. Why the fuck not.


After I got home, I ripped open the bag of chips I got and went up to my room.

I plopped down at my computer and tossed the alligator on my bed, smirking. "I think I'll name you Bella," I mused aloud. "It's fitting," I completed, smirking again. It felt like the gator had a permanent glare on it's face, but it was cute at the same time. That's why it fit in with the name Bella.

I ate another handful of chips before getting onto my twitter account. Yeah, I had a twitter account, but in my defense, it was only to get peeks at what Overactive was writing the next day.

Another message from OveractiveSexDriveChick.

Haha, sounds awesome. Wrestling has a lot of sexual possibilities… mmm… I like it.

I smiled. Maybe tomorrow that's what I'd be reading about.

I replied.

Wow, I don't think I've ever met a chick with a mind as bad as mine was ; )

I waited a couple minutes and she replied.

Trust me, honey, I'm worse.

For some reason, I believed her.

My phone buzzed again. A text from Emmett.

Dude, where the hell are you? Coach wants to start early.

I took a hurried glance at the clock. 6 o clock.

"Shit…" I said, wrestling was in twenty minutes… it had completely flown out my mind.

I jumped up from my chair and speed-walked to my car, driving there in record time.

I all but ran to the gym.

"Cullen! You're late! Ten laps, go!" coach commanded.

"Yes, sir," I said, starting up with the rest of the guys. Emmett breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me. I pitied him, obviously coach had yelled at him while I was gone, taking the brunt of the beatings. I nodded to him and he punched my shoulder and smiled.

"Why were you late, Edward? Out doing Lauren again?" Mike snickered between breaths and I groaned.

"Shut the fuck up," I hissed. So what, I do Lauren Mallory once as a sophomore and now it's all I can do to not get teased for it. I had wanted to get the whole virginity thing over with, and Lauren was willing enough. But the next day she bragged to everyone about fucking Edward Cullen and I never lived it down.

Mike laughed. "So guess what's coming up, dude?" he asked. He sounded excited for whatever it was.

I tried to shrug, but its kind of hard to do while running.

"What?" I asked.

"Winter formal, dude! It's junior year, we don't have much time left… and guess who I'm going to ask!" he said excitedly.

"I don't know, who, Mike?" I asked, humoring him. He was probably going to go for Jessica Stanley, a girl who'd been after him since freshman year.

"Bella Swan." He grinned. "And if I play my cards right, I'm so gonna tap that." He pumped his fist in the air, licking his lips creepily as he was obviously imagining her clothes on his bedroom floor.

Yeah, right next to all the Star Wars posters and size extra small condoms…

I felt my jaw tighten. Poor girl, he probably wouldn't be a good lay. He seemed like one of those cowards who got off and left the chick disappointed.

"That's great, Mike… yeah, ask her," I said. Half of me wanted to punch him for thinking about her like that, and then the other half of me wanted him to so that she'd see how horrible he was.

He nodded. "I will during biology," he said, his voice squeaking like some fucking prepubescent boy.

Great. I sat next to Bella during biology.

And it was first period tomorrow.

Coach moved us to the punching bags. I used mine to imagine I was hitting Mike Newton.

"Do you have to ask her while I'm there? Really?" I complained. Secretly, I kind of wanted to watch her turn him down.

Well, that is unless Bella Swan (someone who's way out of Mike's league) is into the boyish, wimpy, nerdy type of guy, in which case I'll send Bella's parents some tissues for when their grandchildren are half Newton. Let's face it, it didn't matter how fucking sexy Bella was, Mike was just… not an attractive guy.

He nodded. "Because it's the only class I have with her. You don't mind, do you?" he asked. He obviously thought he was the shit, completely sure Bella had no choice but to go with him.

"Of course I don't," I said, giving the bag an extra hard shove, imagining it was Mike again.

"Oh, dude, look, there she is now!" he said nervously, pointing to the door in excitement.

And it was true, there was Bella, a pen and paper pad in her hands as she surveyed the room. Her eyes paused on me as they passed all the guys and, when I caught her looking, I winked and she glared back at me- as expected.

Mike was pathetically trying to impress her, punching the bag as hard as his limited muscle power would let him.

I restrained a chuckle. He looked like a little boy. The poor guy just wasn't naturally muscular.

Bella started to write something down. I noticed she had a couple friends with her. I recognized them as Alice and Rosalie.

"Dude, why do you hate her so much?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "I don't know, it's fun to see her get mad." I grinned. And it was true. Everything she did was just… I don't know, entertaining. And she was sexy when she was mad.

But of course, I had the exterior mood that said I hated her. Mm… Overactive should write something about hate sex. Now that would be hot.

He looked confused. "That doesn't sound- ow!" His panicked cry filled the room and I rolled my eyes as I watched him fall to the ground, clutching his overworked arm.

"Cullen! Get him to the nurse!" coach ordered me.

I grumbled as I picked Mike up and threw him over my shoulder.

"Hey… I can walk…" he said nauseously.

But I didn't put him down. In all honesty, I was trying to impress Bella.

And by the look on her face, as she looked at my biceps, it worked. And I guess I was a lucky son of a bitch that way, I was naturally muscular, unlike Boy Wonder on my shoulder over here.

She looked away as I grinned cockily at her, mumbling something to Alice and Rosalie. Rosalie said something and Bella swatted her arm, rolling her eyes. Alice laughed along with whatever they were saying.

Mike slapped my back. "Wait. I'll ask her here!" he said. Something told me that this would end comically.

I shrugged, walking over to Bella.

He moved and I set him on the floor.

"Bella!" she grimaced as he said her name.

"Hey, you wanna go-" he started to go pale.

And then before I even registered what happened, Mike's mouth opened and Bella was covered in puke.

She screamed, cringing and trying to fling off as much puke as possible. I heard Rosalie say that she and Alice would go get some paper towels.

"Mike!" she screamed, seeming to not have heard her friends.

I grinned, amused. That went better than I imagined it.

Mike collapsed to the ground. Even better!

"Cullen! Fix it!" I groaned. Why the hell did I always have to fix this stuff?

Picking Mike up again carefully so that I didn't get puke on me, I walked out.

"Come on, Swan," I called when she didn't follow.

"Why?" she snapped at me, shaking puke out of her hair. I felt bad- her hair deserved better.

"Coach told me to fix it. You're part of the mess he told me to fix," I explained, thinking of that explanation at the last second.

"Oh, go die in a hole, Cullen. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself!" she retorted.

"Suit yourself. Oh, and I think you dropped your paper over there, stalker," I said, goading her on.

She groaned. "I wasn't stalking you." She insisted.

I smirked, turning back to her. "Sure, you just showed up at my wrestling practice and started taking notes." I rolled my eyes.

She glared at me. "I was… you know what, I don't have to explain myself to you!" she exclaimed.

I let Mike lean on the juice bar outside of the gym. His body slumped over the side and I heard him groan in pain.

She sighed, looking at the ground, almost… sorrowful?

"You're right, Cullen. I'm sorry…" she said.

I blinked. "What?" I said, surprised.

She looked up at me with sorrow filled eyes, "Yeah… I'm really sorry for every time I insulted you," she said.

I blinked again. "Uh…" I said, bewildered.

Before I knew it, she came up to hug me tightly to her.

"Fuck, get off of me!" I nearly shouted, trying to shove the puke-covered girl in front of me away.

By the time I got her off, she was in laughing hysterics and I was covered in puke.

"Where the hell do you get off, Swan!" I said, somewhat angry.

She couldn't stop laughing. "I get off at making you mad."

I smirked. "Why? Do I look sexy to you when I'm mad?" I asked.

She glared and then continued talking. Hey, it wasn't a no.

"I'm just surprised you didn't figure it out earlier! Like I'd ever apologize for being an ass to you!" she laughed.

"Face it, you were just looking for an excuse to wrap your arms around me," I said arrogantly, flexing my arm muscles.

She crossed her arms. "Yeah, because I like hugging cocky, rude people," she said.

I grinned, leaning closer. "But I definitely have something to be cocky about," I said, my voice deep.

She shifted her weight.

"Sure, yeah. Uh huh. Just keep telling yourself that, but maybe we'll start saying that when you reach your third inch, Cullen," she snapped at me.

I chuckled. "Please, you might want to add six more inches, and you'll have me." I winked.

"And I'd love to stay and insult you some more, but I have to shower all of this Mike gunk off of me," she complained. In perfect timing, Alice and Rosalie came up to her and started to attempt to wipe the puke off.

"Mm… need some help?" I offered. "You know, you might have some that the shower can't get off. It might take two people." I shrugged.

She glared at me.

"In your dreams," she said simply as she walked away, Alice and Rosalie on her tail.

"Just call me if you wanna make those dreams come true, sexy!" I shouted, making my way to the bathroom to clean off.

And then she left.

I didn't know why, but Bella just brought out the worst in me. I chuckled and winked at myself in the mirror before going back out to join the rest of the guys again.

On my way back in, I lifted up the pad of paper Bella had forgotten.

Include how the sweat on his back makes-

Make sure to put detail on-

And the sexy-

The rest of the words were covered in puke. I glanced at my back, well, who could blame her, if I were a girl I'd take notes on how sexy I was too.

I smirked, running back to the punching bags.

"Dude? Where's Mike?" Tyler asked me.

I chuckled. "He wanted some juice," I said, thinking of how he was still on the juice bar.

Emmett ran up to me when we moved on to push ups, settling on the floor next to me.

"Crowley! All the way to the floor! Don't give me girl push-ups, boys!" coach bellowed.

"So do you like Bella, Edward?" he asked me.

I rolled my eyes. "Not even a little bit. I mean, she's hot, yeah, but I always get so mad when she opens her mouth," I explained.

He nodded and we focused on finishing practice.

After what seemed like five hours, I walked back to my car.

God, that was a tough work out. All the muscles on my body felt like they'd just been pounded with a ten-thousand pound weight.

I collapsed on my bed when I got home, and this was another bad thing about night practices. My mind was always tired and my body was restless, I tried to stretch them out, but it didn't help much, I grimaced.

And then I looked at my backpack, realizing I hadn't finished my English paper yet.

"Damn it all to hell…" I groaned and then yawned.

I opened up my laptop.

I positioned Bella Gator so that she was facing me, next to my laptop and laughed again at the absurdity.

"This is all your fault…" I accused the stuffed animal, wishing I could be accusing Bella.

"Yeah, your fault. I don't know how is your fault… but it is…" I grumbled.

The Bella Gator fell on it's side next to my leg and I propped it back up again.

I hurriedly printed my finished essay and climbed back into bed, snuggling into my sheets and Bella Gator.

My muscles screamed at me, and I huffed, sitting up, realizing that sleep wouldn't be a huge option.

I looked at my watch, 9 o clock. I got up. Maybe I'd make a run to Wendy's for a frosty.

I know it sounds stupid to go for a run after working out for as long as I did, but I thought that maybe the frosty would feel good and the running would calm my legs down for a while.

I threw on some basketball shorts and a muscle shirt, tucking a twenty dollar bill into my waistband. I grabbed a track jacket on the way out.

I locked the door behind me with my key and started to run. I knew where the Wendy's was, I came here a lot at night.

It was about two miles from my house, so it was about a twelve minute run.

About one mile in, I saw a sign for it and started to think. I didn't want to go to school tomorrow… I wonder if Mike was still planning on asking Bella out…

I hoped he would and I hoped he wouldn't.

I heard a little cry of distress and stopped, listening for it. When I heard it again, I called out.

"Who's there? Hello?" I asked.

It sounded… almost like a child's cry. "Hello?" I asked again.

I heard small footsteps about ten feet away and looked to see a little girl with tears in her eyes.

I walked up to her and she looked fearfully up at me. She had red hair almost down to her waist and soft blue eyes that sparkled with tears. She was wearing Sleeping Beauty pajamas and something told me that she had wandered off after dark and just needed to be taken home.

She looked so scared… I could do that, right?

"Hi," I said in a voice strictly reserved for children, I kneeled down to her height. "Do you know where your mommy and daddy are?" I asked her.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, she started balling.

"Don't cry, honey… it's okay. Can I pick you up?" I asked her.

She nodded through her tears and I easily hoisted her up into my arms.

"What's your name, sweetie?" I asked her.

"B-Beverly…" she sniffled.

I nodded. "That's a very pretty name." I lightly tapped her nose. "Now do you know where your mommy is?" I asked.

She sniffled again.

"No… she left and told me to stay with Auntie Bella! But I can't find Auntie Bella!" She whimpered.

I nodded, thinking now that this might be one of the kids Bella babysat.

"Do you mean Charlie Swan's kid?" I asked her.

She nodded again. "And I can't find her!" She said.

"How old are you?" I asked.

She held up four fingers.

"Four, wow!" I said, smiling at her. She offered me a tiny smile back.

"So Beverly, where was Bella when you saw her the last time."

She gave me a tiny frown. "Sleeping… Nathaniel even said it'd be a bad idea to leave, but Bella said I couldn't have any ice cream! I thought I'd get back at her by leaving… but it isn't fun like I thought and now I can't get back!" she cried.

I patted her back. "Is Nathaniel your brother?" I asked.

She nodded against my shoulder.

"Well I know where Bella lives, so I can take you back." She beamed at me when I said it.

"You can?" she asked, surprised. I love how simple it was to make kids happy.

I nodded, walking in the direction of Bella's house, it was only a mile and a half away, but for a four year old girl, that was a huge distance. I was surprised at how far she walked.

She leaned on my shoulder, surrendering her well being to me, looking worn out. She shivered.

I set her down for a second and shrugged out of my track jacket. It was way too big on her, but it was warm.

"Thanks, you're a very nice man. What's your name?" she asked as I picked her back up.

"My name is Edward." I smiled, walking again.

"Edward Mullen?" she asked me.

I chuckled. "Cullen, but close." I winked at her and she giggled.

"Yeah! Auntie Bella says you're a mean kid, but I think you're nice." She said.

I smiled. "Thanks, I think you're very nice, too."

I chuckled, snuggling her closer to my chest. I was getting cold and taking advantage of her body heat.

Bella's house came into view and Beverly clapped.

"You did it!" she squealed.

All of the lights in the house were on and there was Bella's silhouette pacing in the living room behind a curtain. She seemed like she was yelling at someone over the phone.

There was also a littler figure- maybe Nathaniel?

I felt pity for Bella right now. Charlie was gone at nights at the station and I could see she was trying to handle this without bringing him into it much.

I started to fast walk. Beverly snuggled against me.

"What if Bella's mad…" she asked.

I sighed. "Bella will only be terribly worried, I don't think she'd be mad at you," I consoled her.

I knocked on the door and heard running footsteps.

The door flew open and I saw Bella with mascara stained cheeks and her hair lazily pulled back. She had on boxer shorts and a tank top.

Her hand flew to her heart and she gasped as she saw Beverly.

She didn't even look like she saw me.

Bella reached out to grab her and I held her out. She held her to her chest like she was the most precious thing in the world, stroking her hair.

"Beverly Anne Johnson," she said, staring the four year old straight in the eye. "Don't you ever scare me like that again." Bella's voice was shaky. "You worried Nathaniel, too."

I saw a boy in the living room, he looked around six or seven, who was looking worriedly at Beverly. He had dark hair and dark eyes.

Beverly looked down. "I'm sorry, Auntie Bella… I thought… I'm sorry." She hooked her arms around Bella's shoulder.

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do as Bella and Beverly had their moment.

I decided it was best to leave them be. I turned on my heel and started to walk away, happy at what I'd done.

"Cullen, wait!" I heard Bella shout after me.

I turned around to see Beverly run into the other room and Bella wiping her cheeks, motioning me to come back.

I walked back, now a foot away from her.

"I have to say thank you," she said, looking me in the eye. "You really just saved my ass. And Beverly's. And I guess… um… if you ever need anything… I owe you one," she finished softly. She said it through gritted teeth. I could tell she hated saying thank you to me.

I nodded. "It's really fine. I was on my way out anyways," I said.

She trailed her eyes down my body. "Why?" she asked.

"I wanted a frosty." I shrugged.

She coughed. "Well… do you need a ride home?" she asked awkwardly.

I shook my head, "Nah, it's only," I looked at my watch. "Ten-thirty… I'll get back by ten forty-five if I run." I smiled.

She contemplated something for a moment. "Nathaniel, Beverly! We're going out for frosty's with Edward," she called, grabbing her keys.

I shook my head. "You don't have to-" I started.

"Nope. I've already decided, Cullen, now get your ass into my truck before I kick it in there." She smirked at me.

I felt a tug at my shorts and looked down to see Nathaniel.

"I'm Nathaniel," he introduced himself formally. "Thanks for bringing my sister home."

He gave me an excited high five. Beverly giggled, knocking into me from behind. I scooped her up into my arms and set her in the car seat in the back of Bella's truck.

Bella smiled and mouthed another 'thank you' and I nodded.

Bella drove to Wendy's in a matter of minutes.

Beverly, still drowning in my jacket, was perched on Bella's hip as we walked inside.

We must've been a vision to the cashier. Me, still sweaty from running, holding a little boy's hand while Bella, her cheeks still sporting a coat of mascara, was in pajamas and holding a little girl.

"Four frosty's, please." I ordered for us.

Bella tried to protest when I paid but I shook my head. It surprised me, Bella was actually trying to be nice today…

Nathaniel and Beverly decided to sit on one of the high chaired stools, but me and Bella resided in a table where we could still see them.

"Why do they call you Auntie?" I asked. She didn't have any siblings.

She laughed at some fond memory as she took another bite of frosty. "They're my cousins. Beverly is four and Nathaniel is seven. I don't know why, it's just what they call me." She stared over at them with happiness written plainly on her face.

Huh, something actually melted the ice queen. Who would've thought it?

"Why aren't they with their parents? It's a school night," I questioned.

She sighed. "They live with me and Charlie. My aunt and uncle died a while ago," she said with caution in her eyes. "I drop them off at school before I go to school in the mornings."

I nodded. "My condolences," I said.

There was a pause and I heard giggles coming from the other table. Nathaniel and Beverly smiled at us.

We smiled back.

"So does this mean we're friends?" I asked her.

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "You saved my baby cousin, and I owe you a million for that, Cullen, but I don't think being friends is nearly as fun as being enemies." She rolled her eyes again.

I grinned cheekily. "Nice to know we're on the same page," I said.

"Auntie Bella! Nathaniel says that he wants to go home, he's… tired," Beverly said in between yawns.

I smiled, tossing my frosty in the trash. Bella and I each grabbed a kid and we walked back to the car.

And then she drove me home.

"Bye, Cullen! Remember not to overstuff yourself on chips, even if you are too skinny!" Bella called as I got out.

"Bye Swan, don't lose any more kids!" I retorted, grinning.

Beverly found a way to climb up to the front seat and press her hand to my head. "See Bella, he isn't steaming hot!" she said.

Okay, so this is the first chapter, twerds!

If I get enough reviews… I'll update sooner : D

MWC- Ok, I just fell in love with this story! It's hilarious and sexy all at the same time! The rivalry is amazing!

So… should I continue?