A/N: So, I'm not dead. I'm terribly sorry for my disappearance, but my computer completely crapped out on me. And right before Christmas, too! I really am super lucky to have all of my files. For a little while I thought they were lost forever. I'm so glad that wasn't true. Anyway, I wrote this all at once, a first for me, the very night the computer crashed. I was so pissed. Anyway, I just got the computer back tonight, so I edited it, and I decided to put it up! Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Kissing Booth

When Alice first mentioned the words 'kissing booth', I was apprehensive. When she actually started making plans for one, I freaked out. When she explained that I wouldn't be the one kissing random strangers, I relaxed.

Later I was ready to throttle her, but I'll get back to that.

She'd said she just needed me to help set the booth up, count the money and, if needed, pull any over-eager boys off her and Rosalie. I could do that. I even decided to bring a water gun for the day. I figured it'd be empty by the end of the day because, well, Rosalie and Alice are both gorgeous.

Rosalie Hale is the obvious image of perfection. She's tall. She's blonde. She has blue eyes. She has been asked out by many a guy, simply for her, uh- assets. She's also really nice, at least to people she likes. Most of the girls at our high school think she's a bitch, but that's simply because she thinks they're bitches and completely ignores them. Or insults them, but whatever.

Alice Brandon often reminds me of a pixie. She's got the height, the short hair, the perky nose, the butterscotch eyes, and the pale skin. The only thing she's missing is the wings, and she makes up for that with all her hyperness. I hardly ever see her sit still. Even when she's sleeping she twists and turns. She's always on the go, flitting around with her endless supply of energy.

Her energy is one of the reasons I didn't mind helping her out with the booth for the school fair, I knew she'd do most of the work. She'd design the booth, she'd buy all the materials, all I'd have to do is hit the pieces of wood together with a hammer. Because, Alice with a hammer? Big no-no. Of course, me with a hammer is hardly better. Rosalie did the actual hammering. I painted the sign. Alice ran around us telling us what we were doing wrong.

Turns out Rose with a hammer? Very intimidating.

So, we were sitting in the hot-pink booth, with our bucket of mouth wash, and bag of mint gum, and my half-empty water gun tucked safely under my chair, with Rosalie poised on the stool we have for the kisser (they were taking turns) and Alice shouting at guys -and girls, we weren't being picky- through her mega-phone, when this huge guy walks up to us.

And by huge, I mean tall, and muscles coming out of the whazoo. He didn't look like he could be in high school, until you looked at his face. With his curly brown hair, cute dimples and his mischievous smile, he looked just like a little boy.

He was hot. A hot, hot stranger. Most of the guys that had come by were people we knew, or had at least seen around town. The carnival was a school-sanctioned event, which was raising money for new computers. I wondered why the guy was there.

"Hello ladies," he said, giving us all a smile.

"Hi there," Rosalie greeted him, giving him a flirtatious grin.

"I'm Emmett."

"Rosalie."

Emmett took a fiver out of his wallet and asked, "How much can I get for this?"

"Two dollars for a six second kiss," I piped up. "No more, no less."

He pouted a bit, but gave me his money anyway. I gave him his change and he stood in front of Rose.

It was easy to tell that Rose was going to actually enjoy this kiss. Emmett put his huge hand on her cheek and then moved in slowly. I had to watch carefully for the exact moment of lip contact, because I was the one counting the six seconds. Rose leaned forward, and then they were kissing.

"One mississippi, two mississippi," I counted under my breath.

"See it an action, folks!" Alice yelled. She really got into the announcing thing.

"Four mississippi," Rose moved her hand to the back of Emmett's head.

"…six Mississippi! Time's up!" I announced loudly.

Neither moved.

"Get off'er Emmett!" I called, while I reached under my chair. Rosalie didn't seem to mind at all that he hadn't moved but, rules were rules. I stood up and aimed my water gun at the back of his head.

"Last chance!" I exclaimed. They didn't heed my call, so I pulled the trigger.

"Agh!" Emmett exclaimed, jumping back from Rose, who nearly fell off her chair because she'd leaned out so far. He looked at me and demanded, "What was that for?"

"Six seconds," I smirked.

He reached into his pocket again and pulled out some bills. "Here's two more dollars."

"One kiss per customer!" Alice mega-phoned in his face, which left him wincing. "Thanks for playing, and enjoy the rest of you day at the carnival!"

He turned to Rose and smiled. "See you around?"

"Sure," she nodded, trying to play it cool.

Waving, he left.

"Holy macaroni!" Alice exclaimed, sans-microphone, once Emmett was out of hearing range. "He was a hot one!"

"He sure was," Rose agreed, fanning herself.

I laughed and nodded.

"Get off the chair," Alice suddenly ordered.

"What? Alice, your shift doesn't start for fifteen more minutes," I protested, but Rosalie interrupted me.

"No, it's alright, Bella. I wanna remember that kiss," Rose said, getting off the stool.

"Thanks, Rosie!" Alice said brightly, hopping quickly onto the chair. "I just feel I have to be sitting here right now."

I shook my head at her antics, while Rosalie took up the mega-phone.

"Alright, alright! Who's next? Who wants a piece of Alice?" she shouted at the passer-bys. "And by 'piece' I mean a kiss, you aren't going home with her cute little nose or anything!"

We all laughed, and I went back to the book I was reading.

Less than five minutes later, a very handsome young man walked up. He had sandy-blonde hair, baby blue eyes and a shy smile. I'm sure Alice was thinking 'delicious' in her head.

"Hello," he said. A Southern gem, he was!

"You've kept me waiting a long time," Alice told him.

"It's been about three minutes, Alice," I interjected.

"SHH!" she shot me a deathly look, and then turned back to the guy expectantly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said. And if he'd had a hat, he'd have taken it off.

Alice positively beamed at him, and she stuck out her hand. "My name's Alice."

"I'm Jasper," he replied, taking her hand. And if he hadn't been at a kissing booth, I'm sure he'd have kissed her little hand in his.

"Two dollars for a kiss," she told him, not looking away from his eyes. He fished the money out of his pocket and gave it to her, keeping her gaze.

"Six seconds," I felt obliged to mention.

But they didn't hear me, they'd already started kissing, and it didn't look like they were ever gonna stop.

They did though. After six seconds (more like ten with all the warnings), I had to squirt Jasper as well.

Alice sighed loudly, obviously displeased with my behaviour. She smiled sweetly at Jasper, who was wiping the water off his face, and he grinned back.

"When do you get off?" he asked her, hope evident in his voice.

"We're taking it down at five, you can help," Alice answered.

"I'll see you then, Alice," he promised.

"Bye Jasper," she said with a smile, and then he walked away.

"Oh my JESUS!" she exclaimed, leaping off the stool. "Did you see that?"

"I sure did," Rosalie said excitedly. "Man, where did all these hot guys come from?"

"Heaven," Alice breathed dreamily.

I laughed, and then Alice turned to look at me.

"Bella…" she began. I did not like her tone. That was never a good tone for me.

"Mm hm?"

She breathed out, a long, deep breath, looking at the sky, as if contemplating her next move.

Then she fixed a determined stare on me. "Get on the chair."

"No," was my immediate response.

"Now Bella," she ordered with menace in her tone.

"Alice, I don't want-"

"Doesn't matter. Get your pretty little butt onto that chair. It's fate."

"Alice-" I whined, seriously scared for my future now.

Then strong, lean hands grabbed me around the arms.

"ROSE!" I screeched, as she lifted me up and held me on place in the chair.

"Come on, Bella, take a ride on the wild side," Rosalie suggested, as I struggled in her arms.

"I don't wanna!" I screamed, as Alice's hand clamped down over my mouth.

"Stop screaming, Bella. Just sit silently, and some unbelievably hot gut will come up and make out with you for a bit," she looked me right in the eye, and frig, did she look scary.

I closed my mouth.

"Good girl," she said brightly, smiling at me once more.

Rose smirked at me when I scowled at her, and Alice held up the mega-phone again.

"Oh no," I moaned.

"ALRIGHT, WHO WANTS TO KISS BELLA?!" she shouted, scaring the damn birds out of the trees.

"Alice, put that damn thing down, or I'll throttle you!" I commanded, and to my relief she complied. "And give me my book."

Rosalie rolled her eyes but handed it to me, muttering something about "nerd kissing".

So there I sat, scowling, reading my book, and hoping everybody had already gone home for the day.

A polite cough made me look up.

Dear Lord. Alice was right, it was fate.

If Emmett had been hot, and Jasper had been handsome, well this guy… this guy was simply beautiful.

He had green eyes. No, emerald eyes. Someone had found the most gorgeous of emeralds, melted them, and then poured them into this guy's eye sockets so they sparkled and shined. His hair was messy, and the oddest shade of copper. I loved it. His straight nose lead down to his full red lips, which were an excellent contrast to his ivory skin. Do I get to kiss those lips? Please tell me I get to kiss those lips.

I realized that they were moving, and that I should probably tune back into the real world.

"Sorry to interrupt your reading," he apologized with a smile.

I looked down at the book in my hands. I'd forgotten it was even there. "Oh, that's fine. I've read it before anyways."

"I've always found Shakespeare a bit pretentious," he admitted.

"Yeah, well, most authors are," I replied. He chuckled softly and my heart started pounding.

"How much?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"For a kiss," he said with a shy smile.

"Oh, uh. Two. Dollars," I added. "For six seconds."

He put the money in the jar, and then turned back to me.

"I'm Edward by the way."

"Bella," I breathed.

Then his lips were on mine, his warm hand around the back of my neck. His lips were so soft. Tender, and then forceful. I ran my hand through the hair that I loved so much, pulling him closer to me.

I vaguely heard Alice and Rose yelling at me, but my attention was held. Edward's mouth opened, as did mine, automatically mirroring his moves. His hot breath blew in my mouth, just as the side of my face was hit with water. He jerked back, but I pulled him closer, I didn't care about a little wetness. His hand that wasn't holding my neck wiped the water off my cheek, but still more kept coming.

"We're out of water Bella!" I heard Alice scream.

Good.

Tentatively, I ran my lip across Edward's bottom lip. He groaned into my mouth and I smiled.

"We'll use the mouthwash, Bella!" Rosalie threatened.

I finally pulled back.

"That," I breathed; for I was out of breath, "could blind me."

"Payback's a bitch," Alice concluded, and then chucked a bottle of mouthwash at my forehead.

Thanks for reading! Reviews are greatly appreciated. And for any of you who are wondering about my other story, Quake… writer's block. :( Sorry.