Love. Sex. Drugs. Alcohol. Sadness. Passion. Anger. Ah, the teenage years. 6 best friends:Edward. Bella. Rosalie. Emmett. Alice. Jasper. Will the pressure get to them?

This is for mature readers only. Sex/drugs/alcohol. The works. Don't read unless you're 18.

"He's a hero, a lover, a prince
she's not there"

Preface

Bringing Bella's face closer, Edward brushed his lips against hers softly which merely caused her to shiver. He smirked, satisfied with the way he got her to react, and began trailing kisses down her creamy neck. Bella gasped when Edward's lips brushed the sensitive skin below her left ear.

She frantically grabbed his face, pulling him back towards hers and kissed him long and hard, molding their mouths together as if her life depended on it. Bella forcefully pried his mouth open, letting her tongue explore his mouth and his explore hers.

For years, she had wanted to be with Edward in this way. She couldn't believe it was finally happening, she couldn't believe that he finally wanted her the way she wanted him. She sighed into his mouth, like girls usually do in cheesy love stories and had to hold back the cringe of how big of a cliche her life had turned out to be. He tasted perfect—like sunshine and alcohol. Passion.

Edward's warm hands began to wander Bella's body, slowly itching their way up Bella's pale blue dress and caressing the sensitive skin on her stomach. They soon made their way up to Bella's breasts, at a painfully slow pace. Bella gasped as soon as Edward's skillful fingers touched her hardened nipples, pinching them causing her to moan.

Intense pleasure spread throughout Bella's body as they continued their exploration of each other's bodies. Bella had never felt this much pleasure from just foreplay before and it was starting to get to her head. She so desperately needed more—needed all of Edward. Otherwise, she was quite certain she may explode.

Bella playfully pushed him away, causing him to give her a questioning look. She smiled in return and flipped them over, attaching her mouth to his again. She soon pressed herself closer, rocking her hips into his very obvious erection.

"Quit teasing," Edward growled, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head. He groaned as he realized she was wearing a pair of pale blue lace boy shorts and no bra. Of course, he already knew she hadn't been wearing a bra. But seeing and feeling are two different things.

"Edward," Bella purred, leaning in to kiss his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there for a moment before returning her attention to him. "You're wearing far too much clothes. I think we should fix that, don't you?"

"I think we should," Edward agreed, sitting up and tugging at his shirt, tossing it to the side of the bed. Bella leaned in and kissed his chest, leading trails of kisses to the bottom of his jeans. Immediately, she reached for the buckle on his belt and undid it. She had just started pulling Edward's belt out of the belt loops when she heard someone knock on the door. At first, she ignored it, reaching for the button and zipper to his pants.

"Bella--I feel sick!" Alice's voice interrupted them from the outside of the room, her tiny fists pounding on the door frantically. "Bella, damnit, open up! I. Am. Going. To. Fucking. Puke!"

Bella jumped back from undoing Edward's pants, receiving a groan as she bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. When she looked back to Edward he was already redressing himself with a frown. "Edward--I...I'm sorry." His green eyes locked with hers and he shook his head.

"Bell-ah!" Alice shouted again, successfully kicking the door open--causing Bella and Edward to both stare with their mouths wide open. How could such a small girl pack such a large punch?

Now clearly that was just the preface. A taste of what's to come in the future—you know now that Bella and Edward do get together in the story and that Alice interrupts them. But, is that the only time it happens? What leads up to that fateful night? What comes after? You'll just have to keep your eyes open to find out.