CrystalBrooke - Mistletoe Kisses

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Summary

1Shot, AH, Funny. Charlie throws a 'hip' Christmas party, to Bella's mortification.Beatboxing and 2Pac...enough said. But who's the sexy guy, and why is he wearing

such an atrocious snowman shirt? And who knew mistletoe could cause such adrama? B&E

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Chapter 1

OK, this is just something funny and silly that I wrote a few weeks ago.Hope you get a laugh out of it! Enjoy x x x

Mistletoe Kisses

When Charlie decided to throw a Christmas party, I agreed without thinking aboutit. I just assumed I could hide in my room, and they'd all be gone by half eleven. Howwrong I was.

I had never been more mortified in all my life. Charlie, and the fifty other peoplewho were here had all had one whiskey too many, and then one extra. There were

forty-nine-year-olds dancing. As if they weren't sad enough, being forty-nine andunable to tell you who Zac Efron was, but now they could add dancing to their list oftotally lame things that they couldn't do.

Charlie had surprised me. My pleasant, quiet father was now attempting to beatbox along to Tupac. He couldn't do it at all, and whoever convinced him to trydeserved to be shot. I was as red as the baubles that adorned the somewhat tackytree in the corner of the room, watching the people that surrounded him. They were

crying with laughter, thoroughly entertained, the slightly drunker ones attemptingto provide the backing bass.

It was like torture, only this was far more painful to both witness and hear.

I sighed. My back was beginning to pain me; I had managed to sneak over to thecorner of the room and was attempting unsuccessfully to blend into the wallpaper bytrying to look as small as I possibly could. I was going to be a hunchback by the endof the night.

My plan hadn't worked though. Random middle-aged nosy bat women kept spyingme, and tripping over their own feet as they stumbled towards me to interrogate me.They always asked me the same questions, and I always gave the same answers.

"You're Charlie's daughter, Isabella, aren't you?"

Obviously. Because no normal teenage girl would be at a tragic party like thisunless absolutely forced.

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"Yes, I am. Call me Bella."

"How is school going?"

Absolutely crap, thank you. I fear I may be falling further behind in every subjectevery day, but I have no one to help me, because I am invisible to everyone in

school, which is why I regularly get sat on.

"Oh, fine, thanks."

"I'm sure you've made a load of new friends here, eh?"

Oh, why yes. I like to think of my teachers as my friends. They talk to me, andsometimes they even smile at me. Mr Banner's leer really brightens up my day, let

me tell you.

"Oh, yeah, loads."

"And how's the love life? A lovely girl like you is bound to have snapped up a goodone!"

Oh, piss off. No one talks to me at school, if you haven't already gathered that, youdumb twit, so I'm hardly going to be swinging off the arm of some gorgeous, tanned

and toned boyfriend, am I? Go and feed your husband before he starves.

"Oh, now, I'm not one to kiss and tell"

That last answer drives them crazy. It makes me sound interesting, like I'm notjust as pathetic as every loser at this party, and they're always agog for moreinformation. So I just blush and retreat extremely quickly before they can tell I'mlying and have no substantial evidence whatsoever to back up my statement.Because they can always tell if I stand around too long; I'm a terrible liar. No one iseven momentarily fooled, which is why I run away so fast.

When they are distracted by another bottle of whiskey or sherry or whatever, I goback and hide in my corner.

I was such a loser. I was at this party, I had no friends, I had no boyfriend, I wasinvisible, and stupid. I was a total loser. Even that old guy who was picking his noseover there was cooler than me.

Gah. I was just really glad none of these people who call themselves friends of

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Charlie's brought no teenage sons or daughters with them to witness my dad's'impressive' break dancing routine, now underway.

God help me.

And if there were any people from school here, I hadn't seen them, and would

probably never see them again. I had no chance of making any friends here at thisparty.

Eyeing my father attempt to do the splits, I decided it was high time I left theroom. I was crippled with embarrassment, and very close to pulling out aconveniently hidden bazooka from the inside of my sock and opening fire on the lotof them, including myself. I raced into the hall, which was thankfully empty. I eyedCharlie's holster, hanging up on its hook, and shook my head, trying to rid myself of

the urge.

I went into a trance, my eyes mesmerised by the way the Christmas lights in thehall twinkled off of the tinsel wrapped around the radiator opposite me.

It had been exactly two months since I moved to Forks. It felt like ten millionyears. Every day was the same, an endless monotony, one day drifting into the otheruntil I couldn't tell which day was Monday and which day was Friday. School was astressful, surreal blur of faces, voices, facts and figures, colours, shapes,

embarrassing moments nobody paid any attention to me, because I had one ofthose shy complexes where I didn't speak unless I was spoken to.

When I had first arrived, everyone had stared at me, judged and scrutinised me. Ihad hated all the attention. A few people talked to me, but once the realised howboring I was, they went back to their own friends and I was left mainly to my owndevices. I didn't complain. I liked the fact that no one asked anything from me, and Iwasn't required to be cool, or nerdy, or sporty, or beautiful, or anything. I could justbe me, and no one paid any attention. And that was OK with me.

I just hated when people sat on me. I don't know why they had a certain blind spotwhen it came to me; I could just be sitting on the wall outside listening to my iPodand the next thing there's a big huge ass in my face. I yell in protest, and have tolisten to the surprised squeak of "Oh, I didn't see you!"

Get glasses. I'm not that small.

Because I moved here in November, trying to catch up had been a bit of anightmare. I tried to get notes off other people, but I had long since given up on that

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ordeal. The last time, I was calling Jessica Stanley's name for the ninth time whenshe said suddenly to the person next to her: "Can you hear something or is it justme?"

Horribly, horribly mortifying, if anyone at all had noticed.

I regularly mortified myself. Sometimes people witnessed it, and laughed, andthen promptly forgot about it. I fell over a lot, usually on my face in front of thewhole cafeteria, or I tripped over that stupid loose floorboard in the English roomfor the millionth time, or else I walked into the glass doors of reception, thinkingthey were open. Just clumsy, idiotic moments like that.

I wondered if it would always be like that for me, at school. If I would always be soinvisible, so completely under the radar I wasn't sure if I even counted. I wanted to

think that maybe things could be different for me, eventually.

"Hi."

I jumped violently, my head snapping in the direction of the velvety, sexy malevoice.

Hello. The most gorgeous guy I had ever seen, was leaning against the wall nextto me, smiling shyly. Oh my God. How did I miss this guy, in school, walking around

at my party? How could I do such a thing?

My eyes drank him in hungrily, taking in the flop of bronze hair, the greentwinkling eyes, the perfect pale skin, and the dazzling crooked smile. I nearly wetmyself there and then out of sheer excitement and nerves. I couldn't talk to guys likethis. I babbled and rambled and blurted stupid things and their eyes widened andthey ran in the opposite direction.

OhGodohGodohGod.

"Hi," I said, my voice an octave higher than usual. "Er, merry Christmas," I added,for some completely insane reason. I blushed and dragged my eyes away from theSexy Beast, glaring at the tinsel again.

"Yeah, you too," he said, and my eyes returned to him of their own free will. Hewas grinning at me, and I melted. "I'm Edward Cullen."

"Bella," I stammered, smiling back. My hands were shaking, so I hid them behindmy back.

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"Did you get dragged here too?" Edward asked, his hands gesturing the hallaround us.

"Oh, no," I said, shaking my head. "My dad is the one hosting this debacle. I'mhere merely by force, and unfortunate genetic coincidence."

"Oh, I didn't mean" he said awkwardly, his cheeks tinged with the cutest shadeof pink. "I mean, it's a great party"

Oh, damn, I made him awkward and uncomfortable. Way to go, Bella.

"Edward," I said, thrilling to the way his name sounded when I said it out loud."Charlie is trying to rap along to Tupac. This is more like a Halloween party. It'sshockingly awful."

He laughed. "OK, then. Well, my parents dragged me along. They are currentlythe ones singing out of tune on the Singstar. If you strain your ears, you can justabout hear them over your dad's spectacular rapping."

I blushed a little. "Parents, eh?" I said, quite lamely.

"Totally," he said, in an exaggerated accent, and I giggled.

There was a short little pause, during which he gazed at me and the tight blackdress I was glad I squeezed myself into. All the drunken leers I had received fromCharlie's friends had been worth it. By all means, leer away at me, Edward. I gazedat him too, and my eyes finally registered what he was wearing.

A navy shirt. With snowmen on it. They were waving at me.

Disturbing.

"My mom made me wear it," he said, before I could ask.

"I see," I said, torn between wanting to laugh and hurl.

"So how come you're out here and not joining in with the festivities?" he askedhurriedly, in a very obvious attempt to distract me from his terrible and frighteningshirt. He cocked his head to one side in the most adorable way, and I forgot allabout the freaky snowmen with their wide eyes and creepy grins. Edward was

totally gorgeous. And he looked genuinely intrigued, which surprised me.

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"I'm hiding," I said.

"Hiding?" he repeated. "Why?"

"Wouldn't you be hiding if your dad decided he could rap and beat box and danceall in the one go?"

"Touch," he said thoughtfully, looking as though he was trying not to grin.

"How comeyou're out here?" I challenged.

"I'm hiding too. Plus, I spied you half an hour ago and nearly fainted with reliefthat there was someone my age I could talk to, and when I saw you sneak out here Idecided in a very stalkerish way to follow you. I'm glad I did."

I'm so glad you did too, Mr Sexy Beast.

"Oh," was my excellent and witty comeback.

There was another pause, and we just continued to stare at each other. I couldn'tbelieve he was at myhouse, talking to me.

"So" he said eventually. "How are you finding school?"

I groaned, and he frowned.

"That bad, huh?"

"No, it's not that," I sighed. "You just asked me one of the Questions."

"Questions?" He was confused, and quite rightly so. I shouldn't have saidanything. No one needed to hear my every thought, yet I still insisted on blurtingthem out anyway.

"Yeah. How's school, have you made any friends, have you got a boyfriend? I'vebeen quizzed multiple times already by old nosy bats."

"Oh, right," Edward said, his eyes twinkling. "Would you mind me asking you thesame questions again? I'm curious now." He smiled lazily and cocked his head to theside again, and I almost forgot where I was. Almost. My dad screeching the words

"NO MATTER WHERE I GO, I SEE THE SAME HO!" brought me back to realityagain.

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"I suppose not," I breathed, unable to find my voice.

"How are you finding school?" he asked again, a suppressed laugh in everysyllable.

"Fine, thanks," I said automatically, dazed.

"You don't need to give me the same answer you gave them. You can tell me thetruth, you know," he said, and then I was quite ready to tell him my whole life story.

"Well, it's going crap, really. I don't know anyone, I'm falling behind it's notgoing great," I sighed.

Edward was frowning again. "Well, that's no good," he said. "If you need any help,

I wouldn't mind helping you, if you want," he offered.

I nearly choked. Edward, this sexy beast, helping me with my schoolwork? I'd beinsane to turn that down, no matter how stupid I would feel every second of it.

"That would be great, if it wouldn't be too much trouble for you," I said excitedly,relief rushing in at the thought of finally getting help. Not being lost any longer.

"No problem," Edward grinned. "I wouldn't want you struggling. I'm nice like

that."

Oh, yes, you're nice. You're very, very nice. Oh so nice.

"So, second question," he continued. "Have you made any friends?"

I was almost too embarrassed to admit it, but there was something about him thatcompelled me to tell him I was a total loser.

"Well, counting you it brings it to a grand total of one."

"OK," he said, nodding. "I'm honoured."

I smiled and looked away from him, unable to tell whether or not he was beingsarcastic. He must have thought I was so pathetic. I couldn't keep up in school, Icouldn't make any friends, and I was really looking forward to the next questionnot

"So, then. Here's the questionI'm most interested in. Do you have a boyfriend?"

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Had he moved closer to me? I think he moved closer. I was ninety-eight percentcertain he had moved closer to me - I could smell his aftershave. I hadn't been ableto smell it a moment ago. Another few inches and he would be touching me. Oh myGod.

"Yes, his name is Tim, and only I can see him," I blurted out randomly, nervously.

"Dammit," Edward joked, while I turned red. He gazed at me for a moment,grinning. "I don't have a girlfriend, if you are any way interested in that fact."

I nodded stupidly.

His crooked smile widened, and it couldn't possibly get any more gorgeous. I hadno words to describe how hot this guy was. He was facing me now, standing quite

close to me, and I really, really felt like kissing him. I wanted him to kiss me. But Iwasn't sure if he was really that interested in me. He mightn't even have spoken tome at all if any other teenager was at this party. Anyone else was cooler than me.There were a load of fifty-year-old drag queens in the next room who were moreattractive than me. Probably.

"Bella," he said slowly, and the sound of my name spoken aloud in his deep andvelvet voice made me shiver. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"You might as well," I said, almost hyperventilating. "I practically gave you athesis on me."

He chuckled. "Well, I want to tell you a secret. You know what?" he whispered,moving his head closer to me so he could speak softly in my ear.

"What?" I breathed, my whole body in full hyperventilation mode. He was so closeto me.

"You're standing under mistletoe," he said, and I nearly collapsed.

Automatically, I raised my head and looked above me, at the blessed green leavesand white berries. Thank you God, and Jesus, and Mary, and Joseph, and Santa, andCharlie. Thank you so much.

"I didn't realise," I said, still breathless.

"I did," Edward said, and I lowered my face again, meeting his eyes. He wasoh-so-close now, and I panicked. I could count the number of times I had been kissed

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on one hand. I knew I was going to be awful, and he was probably going to be ableto tell how awful I was and be disgusted by me, and gah, the mortification

But then he kissed me, and my eyes closed, and my hands tangled in his hair andall I could think about was his heady scent all around me, shrouding me and fillingmy head; the taste of his lips against mine, his tongue twisting with mine; the

burning sensation of his hands using my waist to pull me closer to him Santa hadoutdone himself this year.

"ISABELLA SWAN! EXTRACT YOUR TONGUE FROM THAT YOUNG MAN'SMOUTH THIS INSTANT!"

We jumped apart in fright, and I went as red as Santa himself. My dad wasstanding in the doorway of the hall, looking drunk and outraged, surrounded by a

selection of random people.

Edward coughed and ran his fingers through his hair embarrassedly.He wasembarrassed?Iwas wishing death on everyone, slow and torturous death, for all,including myself.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?" Charlie roared.

"Nothing!" I yelled back. "Relax, Dad!"

"I WILL NOT RELAX! YOU WERE OUT HERE MAKING OUT WITH THIS FANCYDUDE HERE - "

Fancy dude? I ask you.

"WHAT'S ALL THISSS YELLIN' 'BOUT?" A rather dishevelled but extremelyhandsome guy wrestled his way through the throng of entertained, drunken guestsclamoured in the doorway.

"Hey, Dad," Edward said nervously.

"Oh, hey, son!" Edward's dad said, focussing blearily on him. "What trouble haveyou caused now?"

Edward rolled his eyes.

"YOU WOULD WANT TO CONTROL THAT ONE, CARLISLE!" Charlie shouted."HE'S FOOLING AROUND WITH MY DAUGHTER."

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Oh, kill me now, please.

"What was he doing?" Carlisle asked, and Edward shrugged quickly,apprehensively.

"Kissing," someone hissed.

"Really!" Carlisle said exuberantly. "Good on ya, son! Did you cop a good feel?"

Edward seemed to visibly shrink in size.

"COP A GOOD FEEL OF WHAT EXACTLY?" Charlie roared.

"Is this that boyfriend you were telling us about, Bella?" Old Pervy Lady inquired

from the back of the crowd, adding fuel to the fire.

"What boyfriend?" Carlisle asked interestedly, swaying where he stood.

"What boyfriend?" Edward asked, finally turning in my direction. He was exactlythe same shade red as me. We had so much in common.

"WHAT BOYFRIEND?" Charlie screeched.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled, finally demented. "There is no boyfriend!" I dramaticallypointed upwards at the mistletoe, and watched everyone's eyes raise to glance at it.Comprehension dawned.

"BUT -" Charlie began, but he had no argument, really. He had put up the damnmistletoe. There was no rule stating I could get no action under it.

"Hey, Charlie!" someone shouted from within the living room. "There's highlightsof the game on!"

The crowd immediately dispersed, no further argument or input from any of them.A few seconds later, it was Edward and me alone again.

"I am so sorry," I whispered. "That was the single worst thing to ever happen tome and I'm so sorry about that."

"Really?" Edward said, in an oddly disappointed tone. "I thought it was pretty

incredible myself."

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"What?" I was confused.

"The kiss," he said, grinning.

"Oh," I said, frowning. "No, that was great. I mean the whole scene there amoment ago."

"Ah," Edward said, waving his hands dismissively. "We'll get over it. They're alldrunk, and won't remember this in the morning. In the meantime though you'restill standing under the mistletoe."

I was shocked and amazed. He still wanted to kiss me, even after that?

And it turned out that yes, he did. And we made out numerous times after that,

under the mistletoe.

THE FOLLOWING CHRISTMAS

CHARLIE'S NOW ANNUAL CHRISTMAS PARTY

"So Bella, how's school going?" Nosy Old Lady asked me.

"Great," I smiled. "I'm doing really well, and I'm hoping to get into Dartmouth."

"Oh fantastic. Will all your friends be going there too?"

"Yeah, Alice and Rose should be coming with me. And Jasper and Emmett andEdward, of course."

"How is the wonderful boyfriend?" Wink.

"Still wonderful," Edward interjected, appearing behind me and wrapping an armaround my waist.

I beamed stupidly at him. "Yeah," I agreed.

"And how long have you two been together now?" Oh Nosy One asked.

"A year. We got together at Charlie's last party, and I haven't been able to stay

away from her ever since," Edward said.

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My insides glowed at his words, and cringed at the same time in memory of thatfiasco of a party. At least Edward had made it better.

"Oh, now isn't that nice?" Nosy Bat said, looking all delighted for us. A tray ofwhiskey floated by, and her eyes glazed over, distracted, and she chased after it.Edward grinned at me as she stumbled away.

"The dreaded questions again, eh?" he teased.

"Well, at least I have good answers for them now," I said, grinning back at him.

Edward lowered his voice. "Charlie, it appears, has confiscated all his mistletoeafter what happened last year," he said, laughing under his breath. "But look what Igot"

He produced a bunch of mistletoe from his pocket and held it up the air above ourheads. He moved in to kiss me.

"EDWARD CULLEN! PUT THAT MISTLETOE DOWN RIGHT NOW BEFORE I GETTHE GUN!"

My dad thought Edward was great for me, but he had never forgiven either of usfor making out in the hall without his 'permission' last year.

The whole room turned to look at us, and I wanted to die. But Edward justgrinned, and kissed me anyway, a light gentle kiss, before pocketing the mistletoeagain.

"For later," he told me, winking.

"I HEARD THAT, BY THE WAY! THERE WILL BE NO LATER! EDWARD, YOUTREAT ISABELLA VERY WELL AND YOU'RE A STRAPPING YOUNG MAN, BUTWOULD YOU PLEASE CONTROL YOUR HORMONES?"

Edward turned pink. "Yep," he muttered self-consciously.

I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Don't listen to him," I mumbled. "He's just drunkand annoying. I'll make sure there is a later."

Edward grinned that gorgeous crooked smile, the one I could still never get used

to, the one that still dazzled me. Sexy Beast.

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"ISABELLA SWAAAAAN! DO YOU THINK I'M DEAF?"

"No, but you're making me deaf."

"I HEARD THAT, TOO! I AM SO CLOSE TO GETTING THE GUN, IT'S NOT EVENFUNNY."

"Well, would you shoot me first?" I snapped. "I'm sick of you embarrassing mecritically every Christmas."

"YEAH, WELL. YEAH, WELL," Charlie spluttered, struggling to think of acomeback.

"Bonnie got the Singstar working!" someone yelled suddenly, and everyone was

distracted, fighting over what song they wanted to sing.

Edward smiled at me and kissed my forehead. "Merry Christmas," he said. "Neverchanges, does it?"

"Nope," I sighed. "Somehow, I still manage to get mortified severely, no matterwhat. But at least I have you."

"You'll always have me."

"TAKE A HIKE, CARLISLE! I AM SINGING BRITNEY, NOT YOU!"

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