Mr. Green takes you Somewhere Only We Know by suzie55!

Hello again ladies. I'm back again and contrary to what you might have all be lead to fukking believe but I was not a Flabby Females Over Fifty Cruise. Not that there is anything wrong with it... but I fukking wasn't. I asked my dear favorite MILF to cover for me while I was finishing up some important things and taking a much needed vacay with some good fukking friends; me, myself and I. Sometimes you just need some time; I found myself alone on a beach reading and getting a fukking awesome tan without the items I strategically packed in my suitcase *wink*. When I came home of course I had to show that particular MILF my gratitude for her wonderful words and for standing in. I did this by showing my tan off to her precious neighbor guy who burst into tears and locked himself in his room... oops guess I make it look better than he does. Anyways, just so you fukking know a non rested Mr. Green is not a fun Mr. Green at all. It's probably worse than a Mr. Green without his Green Fukking Tea, which is bad but you get my point. So here I am; rested, relaxed, tanned and ready to share something fukking awesome with you.

When deciding what to rec to fine lovely ladies I came to the conclusion that it had to be Somewhere Only We Know by suzie55. Not only is she one of my favorite fukking authors but this story is just starting to get good. With regular updates it's fukking extremely well written while keeping you highly fukking entertained.

Edward and Bella are neighbors, friends, pals, chums and all that fukking jazz in the beginning. They see each others private parts for the very first time out of curiosity, maybe even share a kiss or two and then they drift apart for reasons only they both fukking know for sure. They come together again in the story when they're graduating High School at a party. The attraction between them is obvious but Edward is fukking stupid; but thinking with the wrong head or no head at all will do that to you. At times in this story I want to walk into this story and slap this Edward upside the head, seriously he has a mental problem and it's being a stupid boy.

Edward, she inwardly sighed as her fingertips immediately caressed her lips in remembrance. She would never forget that kiss though sometimes, many times, she wished she could.

God, he looked good tonight. He always looked good though so she wasn't really surprised. She had spent many a time checking him out from afar. But she hadn't been in this close proximity to him in a long time. It was somewhat overwhelming to be honest.

Living right next door to him, she still saw him occasionally, but they didn't talk or hang out at all.

She watched him for a minute. There he was, as usual, the center of attention without even trying. Everything had come so easy over the last four years that it was hard not to be a little envious of his how things had turned out for him. But, seeing him also made her equally sad remembering her loss.

Bella needed to get a hold of her emotions. She needed to drink the memories away and create new ones. Tonight was a good time to start. She immediately headed for the keg out back. She didn't quite understand how the pump worked so she pushed down on it a few times, dragging it back up and then tried the spout, but she only got foam. She bent over to get a closer look, inspecting it, and then started pumping again. That's when she heard, "Here, let me."

She turned around to see Edward Cullen, class president, star basketball player, more gorgeous than Zac Efron, Prom King, and Bella's neighbor and former best friend standing there smiling at her. He reached for the spout, covering her hand with his. As he gently lifted her hand off of it, he offered, "I'll do it. These can be stiff sometimes."

Bella didn't want to giggle that he just said the word stiff, but it was too funny to her and she let the laughter escape. She could easily blame the alcohol, but was too busy giggling.

He eyed her up and smiled, but he was slightly confused as to why she was laughing until it seemed as if maybe she was laughing at him. "Are you making fun of me?" He couldn't believe that she might be laughing at him.

"What?" she asked, not being able to hide the truth, but not wanting to share it either.

"You're laughing at me." No one ever laughed at Edward. They laughed with Edward. He was kind of taken aback, but at the same time amused that she didn't seem intimidated at all by him.

"No, I was laughing at..." She didn't want to admit why she was really laughing, but since she was drinking she wasn't quick with a cover story. She didn't want him to know about her Beavis and Butthead moment. That would be so immature. "I wasn't-"

"What is it? Tell me."

She was always a bad liar. She could feel her cheeks heat as she finally gave in. "You said stiff," she whispered, looking around embarrassed and hoping no one, including Edward, heard her.

He did. He enjoyed that so much that his body tilted back and his mouth opened as he laughed, enjoying the silliness in the shared joke. "Bella, you are so funny. Have you been drinking?"

"Slightly."

"Slightly? Okay," he chuckled at her strange answer. Bella always had such a unique way about her and Edward had missed interacting with her over the years. He was ready to remedy that. He handed her a freshly poured beer and with one now in his own hand, he suggested, "Come hang out over here with me." He tried to not sound like he was begging, but he really wanted to spend time with her. He had missed her, but was too embarrassed to admit that.

"Me?"

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at her. "Yes, you. Come on." He nodded in the direction of Jasper and a few of his other close friends. He started walking hoping she was right behind him as he went around the pool and sat down.

The shots had kicked in and she didn't hesitate like she would have normally. She didn't over-think the invitation or debate the pro's and con's. She wanted to follow him so she did, her body moving her forward and her inhibitions staying behind.

"You know everybody," Edward said, readjusting on the chaise lounge, making assumptions. He straddled the lounger part and patted the cushion left available… between his legs. "Have a seat."

So there you go something short and fukking sweet to get you in the mood and to tease you into wanting more of fukking me of course. The story is already 17 chapters and the author updates at least every other day if not every day. The story has just taken an interesting fukking twist so I recommend you get on this train before it speeds up completely. I love the build up of stories and getting into one at the point where it's just getting good is gravy (in case you don't know gravy is a good fukking thing cause it tops everything) cause you don't have to wait for the good fukking parts to start cause they're already there. So read, fukking enjoy and leave the author some love, those are your instructions as always. You can tell her it was me if you want I don't mind at all. Shoot you could even bug her on Twitter, she's on there talking to her readers a lot. I've missed sharing the good stuff with you ladies and I look forward to our time again soon *wink*. Until next time... keep it fukking Green.

Mr. Boody tells you This is Who I Am by pattyrose!

So I’m not going to pretend and say that I’ve just been reading my little head off and it took me forever to decide just what to recommend to you, because there just are so many wonderful fan fics out there.

I would be lying.

The truth is I’m more busier right now than I have been in years and I barely am finding time to read these days and I hate it, like with a passion. The only thing I have been reading is my calendar on my Blackberry - which is on it;s last leg and only works half the time.

But, I did to read a fic on those rare occasions, like sitting on the toilet or stuck in traffic, and thought I would share it with you.

This Is Who I Am by pattyrose. The summary: Edward Cullen, successful business exec/playboy/all around bad boy. Bella Swan, divorced mom/graphic artist/unwilling to trust her heart to the likes of someone like Edward again. Will she give him a chance? Does he even deserve one? AH, AU ExB

I know, the summary sounds familiar and the plot, sure it’s been done, but there is just something about this one. Something that keeps me reading, and that in itself is saying a lot.

We have Edward and Bella who work at the same company. Bella is a little quiet and keeps to herself whereas Edward appears to be a partying-manwhorish-prick. But then there is this little girl, Maddie, who makes everyone smile.

With an encouraging smile, I held out the small rag doll, meeting her eyes.

Huge, chocolate brown eyes locked on mine, momentarily startling me. I'd never seen such a tiny face with such big, expressive eyes. Something clenched inside my chest.

But once again, I had no time to examine what that meant, because quicker than I could've imagined such a tiny being moving, she grabbed her doll and started running.

I stepped out of the conference room, my eyes locked on the tiny thing running at full speed.
"Hey. Wait!" I called out, needing to find out who the little girl belonged to.

Two things happened at once then.

A brunette I'd never seen before suddenly rounded the corner, relief coloring her pale face as she caught sight of the little girl. But before my eyes and my mind had enough time to fully register that scene, out of my periphery, I saw Rosalie step out from the opposite corridor. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath.

Shit!

I was going to have to play this one carefully. I was still standing in front of the conference room. Lauren was just behind me, right at the door. My office was one floor above, between Emmett and Jasper's offices, and there was really no reason for me to be on this floor right now. I ran a frustrated hand through my messy hair, wondering how well I'd fixed myself up before stepping out of the conference room.

I was so screwed. And not in the way I'd been hoping to be a couple of minutes ago.

But then the already crazy morning got even crazier. My eyes fell on the little girl - who'd turned around when I'd called her – and when her eyes locked on me again, a huge smile lit up her tiny face, like she'd just won a shopping spree at F.A.O Schwartz or something.

But that wasn't even the crazy shit. The crazy shit was my reaction to that smile. That…that thing inside my chest clenched tightly again, and I swore I felt it grow two sizes; like I'd just returned a bag full of presents to the citizens of Whoville or some shit. I couldn't even help the wide grin that covered my own face in response, regardless of the fact that Rosalie now stood a few feet from me, her hands on her hips and eyeing me suspiciously. Like a warden out of friggin' Alcatraz.

I ignored her for the moment while I studied the little girl. She was definitely a beauty. Tiny – no more than five I'd say, with a face like a porcelain doll. Her long, brown hair flowed almost to her waist. Her big brown eyes looked like pools of melted chocolate, and her little button nose turned up slightly at the end, like a little cherub. I suddenly got the strange urge to protect this little girl, to keep her safe from everything and everyone that would ever want to mess with her.

Abruptly, she skipped back over to me and stopped just inches away.

"I'm sorry mistuh! I fowgot to say thank you. But my mommy would be looking fuh me and I didn't want huh to wouwy. Thank you!" she exclaimed, looking much happier than she had just a few seconds ago.

Yeah, that Edward, he kinda makes you cringe and swoon at the same time, but later down the line he lets you in. He talks about how lost he feels and how he knows he’s missing out on something. And that poor guy, it takes him a while to figure out just what it is, but when he does, he plays it cool and calm and goes after it.

I won’t tell you what chapter I’m on at the moment, but I do know there are some secrets Bella is hiding. She left Forks for a reason and that’s what makes her shy away from others, especially people with the reputation of one Edward Cullen. So does she let him in easily? He’s already bonded with her daughter, but has he really changed his ways? Of course her attraction to the gorgeous Cullen man is there, but is that enough?

Surprised was an understatement. I was thoroughly shocked to see the entire Cullen clan crowded into Alice's dance studio, all here to see Maddie during her first dance class. I felt a strong tug at my heart, a feeling of closeness and of belonging, something I hadn't felt since the day my dad, Sue Clearwater, and Jake stood with me at Sea-Tac Airport, waiting to see me off, even though they didn't completely agree with what I was doing. Because that's what family did; they offered support and encouragement.

Strangely, that's what this felt like.

Almost as if he'd read my mind, Edward leaned into me and whispered, "See. I told you." I turned to him, and his green eyes were so, so close, and I felt his hand graze mine, sending wonderful shivers up my spine. He smiled and moved towards my ear again. "You and Maddie aren't alone."

That was the first time I truly felt at peace with my decision to move to this city.

And that was also when I realized I was in more than serious danger of losing my heart to Edward.

So for the next couple of Wednesdays, Edward drove me home to Brooklyn to pick up Maddie. Then we'd drive to the studio with Maddie safely buckled into her borrowed top-of-the-line car seat, where the rest of his family waited, all crowded into the waiting area. We'd all sit and talk and watch Alice and Maddie on the flat screen TV, and then after class Edward would have a few pizza pies delivered to the studio, -because Maddie liked pizza- and we'd all sit on the chairs and talk and eat until it was time to go home, and Edward would drive me and Maddie home, even though it was just a few blocks.

The electric energy ever-present in the car as we drove home from the office never left, although I made sure to keep my body angled away from him after that first day. It was too dangerous. I didn't trust myself. I knew it would take very little, almost nothing, for me to give in to the overwhelming charge I constantly felt between us.

The hardest part of those nights would be when we'd get home; those first few seconds, as I unbuckled Maddie and Edward waited patiently behind me to say bye, were always so awkward. The desire to invite him up for just a cup of coffee or something was almost overwhelming. But it was my inability to define that something that kept the words from coming out of my mouth. So instead I'd mumble a quick thanks and see you tomorrow, and he'd smile and say bye to us before getting back in his car.

But I couldn't deny to myself anymore that Wednesday had become my favorite day of the week. I couldn't deny the almost palpable charge of energy present whenever Edward and I were together. But I'd promised myself I wouldn't take this risk again. I couldn't. Not with Maddie to take care of now.
No. I needed to think of Maddie. Of what she needed. It didn't matter that I hadn't felt drawn to someone as much as I felt drawn to Edward in years. Or if I were being honest with myself, ever. What mattered now were Maddie's needs. I was decided.

And then, about three weeks into our strange arrangement, Maddie fell. One second, she was skipping happily around Alice's dance studio. Everyone else had left and the only ones there were Maddie, myself and the Cullens. We were all talking and eating our pizza while Maddie played and danced around the studio. Until she tripped over how own two little feet (I suppose even she couldn't escape the Swan curse entirely) and ripped her tights and started crying. I got up to go to her but somehow, Edward beat me to it.

"I wipped my pwitty pink tights," she bawled into Edwards shoulder, wetting his shirt with her tears and runny nose. "They wuh all spahkly and shiny, and now I bwoke them."

Edward looked at her with a pained expression, as if he were about to cry too. "Please don't cry princess. I'll get you another pair of tights. A dozen of them. With sparkles and glitter and unicorns. They'll be the prettiest tights ever made. You'll see." His voice was pleading. "Alice, where can I get more tights?" he demanded, keeping his eyes on Maddie and stroking her hair gently.

"Edward, its past seven. All the stores around here are closed," Alice answered with amusement. I looked over at her and her eyes were twinkling. I suddenly remembered the incident with Jasper and the unanswered phone call. If Maddie weren't four years old and my daughter, I would've sworn they planned this somehow.

Edward mumbled something under his breath about hating Brooklyn. "I'll get them first thing tomorrow morning. I promise," Edward murmured softly to Maddie. "And I'll send them home with your mommy."

Maddie stopped crying for a second and turned to whisper something in Edward's ear. His eyes moved to me and he smiled softly before turning to whisper something back in her ear. She giggled happily, completely forgetting her torn tights and bounding off his knee to continue her skipping.

I looked back at Alice. The gleam in her eyes was pure triumph. 'Never bet against Alice.'
'The thing is Bella,' Alice had said, 'I get the feeling Maddie's needs and yours are more similar than you realize.'

That night, after I'd unbuckled Maddie from her car seat, I turned around and let them say their goodbyes.

"Bye Edwood!" Maddie exclaimed, taking hold of Edward's hand.

Edward smiled softly and raised his other hand to her cheek, pinching it very gently. "Good night sweet Maddie. Sleep Tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite." Maddie giggled and skipped to the door of the building.

I looked up at Edward, feeling the familiar fluttering in my stomach, only intensified more now that I knew the fight was going out of me.

"Good night Edward," I murmured quietly, expecting nothing more than the usual good-bye we gave each other.

But there must've been something in my voice, or maybe in the way I was looking at him. Maybe, knowing that I was losing the battle, I'd let down my careful guard in the way I looked at him; the way I spoke to him.

His eyes widened, and he stared at me with a slightly confused and astonished look before letting his lips curl into that wonderful crooked grin of his. But there was something different in his smile too, something that spoke of relief and quiet understanding.

He took a deep breath. "Good night sweet Bella. Sleep well. See you tomorrow?" His voice sounded hopeful. He already knew we'd see each other tomorrow at work, but his question held more to it than the obvious meaning.

And for the first time in a long time, I wasn't afraid to let my feelings show.

"Yes, Edward. I'll see you tomorrow."

So that is where I’m going to leave it, you will have to go read it to find out what happens next. The good news is that’s complete, so no waiting for updates. Just don’t forget to review and tell pattyrose that you heard all about ‘This Is Who I Am’ from the P.I.C . Fanfic Corner blog!

Mrs. White gets Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea with jennde! (@jenndema)

Oh summer...it's here. Any one else feel like they're melting yet? No? Just me? Okay then... Well, one good thing about summer is that I can hide away in my bedroom...enjoying the air conditioning...closing the door to dull the sound of screaming children and their constant fighting and teasing and bickering and their endless need to ask so many questions... Oh sorry, got carried away for a bit there. Anyway, so angry, bored children aside, I've had the chance to read some incredible stories so far this summer, and I can't wait to share them all with you.

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by jennde is not your normal fanfic story. As wonderful as the story is, be warned...it does not have a normal HEA like many stories have. If that is something that you crave in a story, then be careful if you choose to read this. What this story does have is a very realistic look at the issues that arise when two people are instinctively attracted to each other, but can't be together. I think that's the thing that I most love about this story—it's real. This isn't some fairy tale where everything is pretty and nice, and all the issues just get swept under the rug by a smirk or a wink. This is honest, true, dirty and harmful...and I could not have loved it more.

Edward is a typical college kid, popular with the ladies as well as having lots of friends. He grew up with just his father, Carlisle, his mother, Esme, never really playing a big part in his life. Edward is a smart kid, and excels in music, though his father thinks it to be a waste of time, pushing him instead to study medicine. It's one of the few points of contention in their relationship...until Carlisle introduces Edward to his new girlfriend.

Bella is a social worker, working in the hospital where Carlisle works. While Carlisle is 40, Bella is 26, which concerns Carlisle a bit when he first mentions her to Edward. At 18, Edward is closer in age to Bella, which isn't much of a problem until Edward meets Bella, and instantly feels an attraction to her. Trying to respect his father and the fact that this is the first woman Carlisle's introduced him to, Edward pushes down the feelings as well as he can. Before long, the need he has begins to overwhelm him, and Edward has a hard time fighting the desire to be more than just friendly with his father's girlfriend.

*****
I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't the beautiful woman standing next to my father, tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. She looked younger than twenty-six, though my dad didn't look a day over thirty, so I suppose it was a wash.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Edward," Bella said, her voice strong and sure and almost musical.

I stuck out my hand to her and she took it, gripping it firmly. The feel of her hand in mine was nice; it was soft and cool and though it made me feel silly, it also gave me butterflies in my stomach.

"Well," my father said, looking pointedly at our still clasped hands. "Why don't we go inside?"

I let go of her hand and shook my head. I smiled at her and mouthed "sorry," to which she smiled and waved a hand in front of her face in dismissal.

I liked her immediately.

My dad nervously ushered Bella into the living room, where she sat comfortably and accepted his offer of a glass of wine. When he brought it back he handed it to her and then turned to me. "Edward, would you mind showing Bella around while I finish dinner?"

"Of course." I smiled at Bella and gestured for her to follow me.

She smiled back prettily as I led her around the house, showing her the dining room, kitchen, the first floor powder room, and finally my music room.

"Wow," she said, running her fingers over the top of my grand piano. "This is beautiful. Is it yours?"

I regarded her quietly, wondering what, exactly, my father told her about me. "It is," I replied cautiously, walking over to the piano and closer to Bella. She smelled really nice, like flowers and vanilla. The butterflies were back in full force and I had an almost overwhelming desire to touch her skin. She was wearing a long dress with thin straps and her shoulders were bare. They looked so soft.

"Edward?"

My head shot up and I blushed at being caught staring, even if it was just at something as innocent as her shoulder. "Sorry, did you say something?"

She bit her lip and lowered her eyes, clearly indicating that I was making her uncomfortable. I was behaving like a horny teenager and it was time to get these urges under control. I cleared my throat, smiled at her, and put my hands in my jeans pockets.

"I asked if you would play for me sometime."

"I'd be happy to," I said, blushing slightly. I was good, but playing in front of people still made me nervous. "But for now I think I better show you the rest of the house. I'm sure dinner will be ready soon." I didn't want to wind up making a bad impression and obviously needed my father as a buffer.

Her smile fell just a little as I held the door to the music room open and led her out. I managed to show her the rest of the house without doing anything stupid or inappropriate, and we eventually wound up in the kitchen.

"Dinner's ready," my father announced.

We went into the dining room and sat down, my father at the head of the table and Bella and I on either side of him and across from each other. The food was good and Dad seemed so proud of himself – I was really happy for him. I couldn't remember the last time he tried to cook.

But every time I looked over at Bella those damn butterflies would start fluttering in my stomach. When my stomach wasn't jumping, I felt restless and tense and I found it difficult to eat.

This was turning out well.

"Don't you like it?" my father asked as I pushed the ziti around my plate.

I looked up at him and plastered a smile on my face. "Yeah, it's really good. I just ate a big lunch," I lied.

My father stared at me for a few moments before nodding and turning back to his food. I was an eighteen year old boy: I was always hungry.

"So, Edward. The semester is over soon, right?" Bella asked me.

My eyes met hers briefly before my gaze shifted. "Yeah, in just about six weeks or so."

"Are you staying at UW?" she asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" My heart started to pound and my hand trembled slightly; I had been avoiding thinking about the unfairness of my father's ultimatum all year. After my first year, he was unwilling to pay for me to continue in UW's music program.

"I just thought that you might..." She looked at me with sympathetic eyes, making me feel like a child. Dad had obviously told her about our pseudo-agreement, but for some reason I was surprised to realize that he talked to her about me. Though I shouldn't have been – she was his girlfriend, after all.

*****

As time goes on, Carlisle soon proposes to Bella, unknowingly causing even more heartache for his son. Part of Edward's real struggle is that he is fully aware that the feelings overwhelming him are not one sided—Bella feels them, too. However, for Bella, her previous life experiences have taught her that safety and security are more important than want and need, and she refuses to allow herself to be swayed by the powerful connection she has with Edward.

*****
She rose from the floor in response and looked at me with huge eyes. "I..." She trailed off, twisting her fingers together in front of her.

"You're right, you know," I said, my tone softer. "You're doing the right thing. He's a good man and he's been alone a long time."

She nodded. "I'm going to take good care of him. I promise."

It was then that I realized we had been slowly drifting closer together until we were almost touching. The heat from her body and her sweet scent so close to me gave me butterflies in my stomach and made my heart beat like a jackhammer. My dick was hard and it took every ounce of self control I had not to reach out and touch her in some way.

She was off limits, no matter how badly I wanted her, and would be even more so after she married my father. I took a deep breath and turned away from her, everything in my body protesting, telling me to turn back around and take what I wanted. What I needed.

But I wouldn't do that to my father.

"I know you will, and he'll take good care of you," I said, striding through the music room and up the stairs quickly before I could do anything monumentally stupid.

I closed my bedroom door and sank to the floor with my back to it. I ran a hand through my hair and adjusted myself; my hard-on making me uncomfortable. I sat there for a few minutes trying to get it under control but it was useless. Her smell and her voice and the heat of her body were imprinted on my brain. I was reeling from our conversation, from everything said and unsaid, and from being so close to her.

I touched myself through my jeans and threw my head back, groaning. I was so hard it was painful and almost against my will, I unbuttoned my pants and lowered them, along with my boxers, just enough to free my rock hard erection.

I took myself in my hand and moaned loudly.

That was when I heard a gasp outside my door.

Bella.

Knowing she was on the other side of the door made me harder, and I knew that if I was a decent person I would stop. But I couldn't. Having her there listening, fully aware of what I was doing, wrenched another groan from my throat.

"Oh, God," I whispered. "I want you so much."

I thought I heard a soft whimper from the other side of the door, but either way, she was still there. I was as sure of it as I was of my next breath.

I let loose every ounce of hunger and passion and desire I had for her and stroked myself up and down, moaning loudly, no longer caring what I sounded like. She was there, listening to me and I wanted her to know what she did to me. How she made me feel.

I felt my stomach clench and my balls tighten up, and as I released onto my stomach, there was only one thought in my mind.

"Bella," I gasped loudly.

I banged my head against the door lightly and closed my eyes. I heard her moving around but she didn't say anything, so I sat there waiting.

For what, I didn't know.

The next sound I heard was her quietly opening and closing the door to the bedroom she shared with my father.

*****

Will Edward ever be able to convince Bella of his real feelings? Will Bella ever be able to take a chance on what her heart tells her? If Edward chooses to not pursue Bella, will he be able to keep living so close to her and Carlisle? And seriously, what's up with the new chick at the college party near where his mom lives?

Like I said before, this story is real. It's what truly happens to people when they are faced with this situation. Everything is not as simple as most stories make them, and soon enough Edward is realizing that. The way he feels for Bella, and the way she feels for him, are not the most important thing, and sadly they both recognize that fact. While they may be attracted to each other to the point of physical pain, they both love Carlisle and can't bear the thought of hurting him. This story is brave and stands by honesty when most stories take the happy, easy way out and clear the path for true love. I won't lie—the outcome of this story is kind of heart breaking, but there's so much beauty in it and hope, that you can't help but applaud the characters for the choices they make. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt...because it does. And it's so good.

If you love true angst, this is the perfect story for you. I was completely drawn in from the first chapter and couldn't get enough of it. Lucky for you, the story is complete, so you won't have to wait for updates like I did. The review count for this beautiful tale is ridiculously low, and that's just not right. So please, by all means, indulge yourself in a little heartache and pain and let jennde know how good she is at it. Seriously, not many authors can affect me the way she does, and I think you'll agree with me after you've read her amazing stories.

Now, I gotta go buy me some ice pops or something, this heat is getting a little stifling. As much as I love it, a desert rat can only take so much. Besides, I found a couple more stories I want to check out. I should probably grab some more ear plugs, too. I think the army of children has made off with the other pairs I had...something about me ignoring them... Whatever. Go read!! Enjoy!! And don't forget the kleenex, 'cause I think you might need them soon.



Mrs. White: Hey jennde! Thanks for coming over today! It's so hot outside, good thing the A/C's on, and I have drinks.

jennde: Hey, Mrs. White. Thanks for having me over. I'll take a beer, if you have one.

MW: Oh honey, you know I'm never running short on those. I got lots of liquor too, in case you need something a little stronger... **hee-hee** So, how did you get started in fan fic?

JD: My sister left Twilight at my house over Christmas 2008. I read it on a whim, then went to buy the other three books – which I subsequently returned. I didn’t think they were worth keeping. Which is why I sought fan fic, I imagine. My husband was working nights, I was bored at home by myself, I typed something into Google…

MW: Hmmmm, I do love Googling things... Hey, you want ice cream? What kind you like?

JD: Mint chocolate chip.

MW: You've come to the right place, my dear. I'm totally stocked up on that!

JD: Excellent. Ice cream and beer are a great combo. I'll loosen up before you know it.

MW: That's the point... **winks at jennde** So, what’s the first story you read?

JD: I don’t remember the first story I read. But the first story I enjoyed, and the one that made me stick around, was Innocent, Vigilant, Ordinary by Oxymornic8. It's a shame that it'll probably never be finished. It's extraordinary.

MW: Nice, I don't know that one... Obviously I need to read more fan fic. **hee-hee** But I do hate it when stories don't get finished... I have a few stories that I'd be willing to give my first born for, or actually any of my children. I have a whole army of them here. They cost a lot to feed.

JD: They are expensive. But think of what you could do with your own army – conquer a small country, overthrow the government... the possibilities are endless.

MW: I'm currently plotting the abduction of RPattz, but let's keep that just between you and me... **looks around for spying fellow RPattz lovers** Oh hey, what color are your bedroom walls?

JD: White. Zzzzzzzzzz. I know, boring. I even put myself to sleep. Which is probably good, considering we're talking about bedroom walls.

MW: Nah, white is just a blank palette so that you can imagine all the possibilities. And yeah, I guess that would work well for sleeping...if that's what you wanted to do in there. :D I should probably ask, what’s your favorite fan fic story and why?

JD: Gosh… um. If I have to choose one it would be Hydraulic Level 5 by Gondolier. It’s so much more than fan fiction. Her characters are deep, the story is layered and nuanced, and there are no easy answers. I respect the author immensely.

MW: Oh, I love that story...speaking of stories that may never get an end... :( Hey! If you could make smexy times with any character from one of your stories, who would it be and why?

JD: Edward from Dear Mr. Masen. I imagine he’d take the time to make sure I was enjoying myself. He’s methodical like that.

MW: Hmmmmm, yeah. And now that we've been able to SEE some smexy times with him, I'd have to say...Bella did seem to enjoy herself. **hee-hee**

JD: Well, now we know he would be methodical and concentrate on the woman he was with, just like he did with Bella. And trust me, she really enjoyed herself.

MW: Hmmmm, a girl can only dream of being lucky enough to get a man like him... So, how did you come up with the idea for your story?

JD: Between The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea was my way of exploring Edward and Bella’s instant, powerful (and very canon) attraction to each other, while putting them in a situation where it was impossible for them to act on it. I didn’t want to do the typical smutty forbidden romance, but more of a study of the morality behind wanting someone you really shouldn’t.

MW: Cool. Now, I think I'll have a lot of fanfic h00rs mad at me if I don't ask about your little o/s Unplanned, that has one of the highest review counts I've seen for an o/s. And it was so deserved, too. The story makes me sob! I totally voted for you in that contest you wrote it for.

JD: It was for a contest, yes. Ninapolitan was running a DILF contest and I was in the midst of a little writer's block while writing Finding Home, which was my first multi-chapter fic. I was driving one day and the idea evolved from wanting to write a story about struggling parents.

MW: Ugh, well you did amazing with that story. It's really beautiful. And since we mentioned Dear Mr. Masen already, you write that with another author, so how do you work that out? Do you each write a character or what?

JD: Generally, I write Bella and belladonna1472 writes Edward. But it really is a true collaboration, so if a scene comes up that focuses on one of our strengths, we'll switch off.

MW: That's a good way to do it, and it's really working well for the story. Hey, what's your favorite kind of car?

JD: Whatever gets me from Point A to Point B. Another zzzzzzzzzzzz answer.

MW: Oh honey, I'm the same way as you! :D Or any car with RPattz in it...that's always a good choice, too. :) So, who is your favorite character to write?

JD: I don’t know about favorite, but I find Bella easiest to write. Mostly because she’s a female and so am I. When I write Edward I’m constantly consulting my husband. He’s very patient.
I also enjoy writing Rosalie for some reason. I think of all the characters I write, I usually make her most like me.

MW: You do have wonderful Rosalie's in your stories, and now that I know she's written after you, I understand why. Hey, if you were in a beauty pageant, what would your talent be?

JD: I’d have to take the zero. I can’t sing or dance or do fancy tricks. Seriously. NOTHING.

MW: I don't know, you seem to drink pretty well... You want more beer or maybe something pink and frothy? I got the kids trained on making froo-froo drinks with little umbrella's...

JD: I don't do froo-froo drinks. I drink like a guy. Though if you wanted to put an umbrella in my beer, I wouldn't object

MW: Nice. So, how did you meet and get your beta?

JD: I have multiple betas/pre-readers, most of whom I met through regular fandom channels: reviews, message boards and the like. I’m really lucky. Lucette212, LikeToRead22 and arfalcon do most of my beta work and pre-reading. They’re pretty spectacular. And of course SR betas Dear Mr. Masen.

MW: Cool. I'm hungry, I think I'll have the kids whip us up something. What’s your favorite item on a relish tray?

JD: Sorry, I don’t know what this is. Is that like a salad bar?

MW: Um, yes...kind of. It's veggies...on a tray...with some sort of dip...it's delicious. I always have olives on there...I like olives.

JD: Okay, just no ranch dip please. I don't understand this country's obsession with that dressing. I think it's nasty. But I do love olives.

MW: Oh no...no ranch? Seriously, we buy that stuff by the gallon around here. :D Of course I do live in the Southwest...where we have a lot of ranches. I guess that could explain it. So while we wait for the snacks, how does it make you feel when people gush over you and your stories?

JD: Really embarrassed, to be honest. I don’t enjoy being the center of attention in real life and that carries over to my fic life as well. I sort of flew under the radar until Dear Mr. Masen, and I preferred it that way. Success is difficult, if only because it raises expectations. Which then adds to the pressure. Which can make writing difficult. The good thing about that story though is that I collaborate with belladonna1472 and we help each other through the rough spots.

MW: Oh, you're too modest. :) Hey! Which Disney Princess most closely resembles you and why?

JD: I have no idea how to answer this question. There’s a moratorium on princesses in my house – I don’t want my daughter unduly influenced.

MW: Cool. See, I like Sleeping Beauty, not so much because I'm beautiful **fluffs her hair while glancing in the mirror on the wall across from her** as because I like to sleep. And waking up to a pretty boy kissing you isn't the worst thing in the world... :D

JD: I'll refrain from typing out the Feminist Manifesto since I'm sure no one would find that even remotely interesting.

MW: **hee-hee** So, which Twilight saga book is your favorite? And what’s your opinion on Breaking Dawn?

JD: I didn’t really like any of them, but Twilight hooked me in, so I’d say that one. My opinion on Breaking Dawn is that it’s poorly written crackfic.

MW: You seem to have a rather popular opinion on BD, I gotta say. :D I am excited for the movies though... Lots of smexin' RPattz is something to look forward to. Hey, do you listen to music while you write? Does music inspire your stories in any way?

JD: I do. It helps me focus and block out the other nonsense that’s usually going on around me.

MW: Nice. Ahhhh, finally some veggies to snack on. And no Ranch dressing...just for you. **winks at jennde** So, if you could give one piece of advice to a new author, what would it be?

JD: Find someone you trust who will give you honest feedback, and find a qualified beta. I understand they’re hard to find, but the effort will be worth it. Nothing is worse than a great story ruined by bad punctuation and grammar.

MW: Cool. Hey, if you could be any other person in the world, who would you be and why?

JD: I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be than me. But maybe I wouldn’t mind being Michelle Obama for a day.

MW: Interesting choice. And why is that?

JD: Barack Obama's my celebrity crush.

MW: Ahhhhh, I see. Very nice. **hee-hee** So, what's your favorite part about fan fic and the Twilight fandom?

JD: My favorite part of fan fiction is the amazingly talented writers who share their work with us. I’m truly impressed–and humbled–by a handful of authors.

I’ve made friends in the fandom that I’ll keep for a lifetime, a strange consequence of all of this, but something for which I’m really grateful.

MW: There are some rather incredible people around this fandom, that's true. Oh, have you ever played football?

JD: In the street, when I was a kid.

MW: Cool. I think my hottie Neighbor Guy is starting up a football game in his front yard. There are a lot of his pretty friends over there...all in board shorts and no shirts. Good thing I have a big living room window. And two pairs of binoculars.

JD: Not to brag, but my husband is way hotter.

MW: Get. Out. Seriously? Um, next time we're going to your house... But oh, they are pretty...and so tan. I love that. Um, oh, right. What is your favorite ALMOST curse word?

JD: At this moment it’s Frick, which readers of Dear Mr. Masen will understand.

MW: Hey, this reminds me, who is your favorite actor or actress?

JD: Don’t have one. Sorry. I’m not much of a star-gazer.

MW: **stares at jennde** Not even Rpattz? Really?

JD: Nope. Not interested. Sorry. Besides, he's so young.

MW: That's it, forget this football game with half naked college age guys in my front yard. We're going to the RobPorn closet upstairs. It's full of so much pretty stuff... I start looking at him and I feel like a starry eyed 16 year old again. :D Hmmmmm, the good old days, when I loved New Kids on the Block and had Jason Priestley posters on my bedroom walls... **grabs jennde's hand and pulls her up the stairs toward the holy grail of RobPorn collections** So, If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

JD: Go right in.

MW: **stops and looks at jennde** Awww, that's so sweet. :) That would be nice to hear, especially since I'm most likely to hear the opposite of that...

JD: Don't say that. You seem lovely, Mrs. White. Except that you lust after a young boy, of course. But He wouldn't have made people attractive if He didn't want us to ogle, right?

MW: That's right...that's so right. :D And you think I'm lovely? **blushes** 

JD: Well, as long as your lusting doesn't get you stuck somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea, that is...

Mean Mrs. Mustard lets us Meet the Masens by FictionFreak95!!

I had a hard time deciding what to rec this week, since I haven’t had much time to read and my inbox is absolutely ridiculous, right now. Then I realized that there is one story that I’ve been reading during my work breaks every time there is an update and it is Meet the Masens by FictionFreak95. This story is funny and so witty, that I have a hard time keeping my laughter in when I’m reading.

Thinking that he was done with the conman business, Edward Cullen is told he has one last job to complete. Unable to say no to his boss, Edward finds himself boarding a plane in route to Austin, Texas to bring down a Jasper Whitlock. What Edward doesn’t know is that he has a partner to help him with this job…and he’s kind of already annoyed, and slightly turned on, with this new partner, after they meet in the airport security line.

Everything was going pretty smoothly as far as flight experiences, too, until security in Baltimore, when some…crazed, wacked out, OCD woman who seemingly had forgotten to take her happy pills, apparently had a problem with how many "carry-ons" I was putting on the belt.

"Excuse me," she said all…complete snob and a half like. Which was all I needed.

"You're excused," I told her, not really bothering to look at the person who was acting like I'd purposefully thrown her off her time table for the day.

I mean, if she was that worried, maybe she should've left a little earlier, right?

"You've got like…four carry-ons."

It wasn't really four carry-ons, okay? It was more like…a backpack, a laptop and some munchies for the flight.

"And?"

"And you're only allowed one."

"I don't really think that's anything for you to worry about, do you?" I asked her while I took my shoes off to put into the bins the airline had so graciously supplied.

She laughed. But not really, it was more like a, "I'm so not amused with your sarcasm", snort, actually.

"I think it absolutely is something for me to worry about, considering the security guards are no doubt going to catch you, stop the line, take…for-ever to frisk you, since you look…" she eyed me up and down once or twice. "Completely cocaine dealer-ish…"

I stopped my coordinating of things for that one.

"Cocaine, dealerish?" I asked her, curling my eyebrows just a tad. "Really?"

She ignored me, throwing a hand up in the air, continuing her psycho rant.

"Then the line is going to stop and I'm going to miss a very. Important. Flight…which means, I might have to kill you…or worse…maim you."

The pinch between my eyebrows hurt and I turned to look down at her menacingly… then my head pulled up a little because she was almost eye to eye with me, I realized.

On the way to meeting her eyes, I couldn't help but appreciate her outfit and... other things.

Black leather pants, to be exact…matching button up jacket with what I had to assume was a tank underneath… I'd see it soon enough…she'd have to remove the jacket for the security line.

Then I noticed the shoes…which explained why she was eye to eye with me.

I smiled taking her in and that just made her scowl a little more.

"Six inches?" I questioned her. "Compensating for something?"

She bent down to take them off and start her own bin, which was going to be completely bare except for those, a watch and her purse…which looked pretty goddamn expensive too.

Money.

She had it, that was for sure, but come on, Jimmy Choos for a flight?

I pulled my sunglasses down a tad, peeking over the brim of them, tilting my head a little, noticing the perfect shape of her…

Nice ass, I thought and I coulda sworn she lingered in that position a little too long for someone who was simply taking her fucking shoes off.

Not that I was complaining or anything.

I busied myself when she finally stood back up.

"I happen to like shoes, for your information, not that it's any of your concern."

"Clearly," was all I gave her.

I had to laugh reading about Jimmy Choos. I know I roll my eyes every time I see a woman at the airport wearing six inch heels. I can barely walk in heels carrying my purse, let alone toting luggage. Anyway, once Edward finds out that his new partner, and fake wife, is the one and only Bella Swan, things get interesting. Meet the Masens is only beginning at seven chapters, and all in Edward’s POV, which I love. And I love it because of all the internal, and not always so internal, dialogue that Edward has when he is around Bella.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Whitlock, I always drink before shopping."

He chuckled and showed to her the way to his Jaguar and I mumbled, watching her, "Swear to god… I could watch her shimmy that ass all… night… lowong," imitating Pit Pull when he sings. Then Whitlock opened the passenger's side door for her, I noticed him check his watch and made an almost unnoticeable scan of their immediate area.

"We're on the move, wake up," she whispered as he made his way around to the driver's side and slid into the car, pulling out effortlessly into traffic.

"Oh I'm awake, Billie Jean," I said sarcastically, even though I knew she wouldn't hear me and then I pulled out to follow them… "Awake and sporting a hard on, courtesy of that sweet ass of yours, thank you very much."

I hoped I wasn't about to follow them back to his place because I really wasn't in the mood for playing jealous husband who knocks the nice security guru the fuck out for trying to make a play on my fake wife.

Again.

"You and Edward been married long?" he asked, making small talk as they drove.

"Too long," we both said at the same time and I actually chuckled along with Bella, who was now covering up what she no doubt had seen as a mistake on her part. "And yet… not long enough…. Do you know what I mean, Mr. Whitlock?"

Nicely done.

"As in stop eye fucking my fake wife, dick hole," I responded.

"Oh, I've never been married," he said with this sickeningly shy voice.

"Well, personally, I can't imagine why, I've never met anyone more gentlemanly… or, sweet…or, just all around perfect."

I rolled my eyes at her dig. Then I shook my head. It was such a southern bell kinda thing to say.

Not a Bella Swan thing at all. Which threw me into rant mode.

"Maybe… people might be inclined to be a little more gentlemanly and sweet and all around perfect if you'd somehow make an attempt to be a little less of an angry woman who wants to cut a dude's dick off and a little more fucking… humanoid more often…"

Can I get an a-men?

She snorted and I had to assume Whitlock made a face just before he told her, "Haven't had Edward's luck yet, I suppose."

I could just picture the moment they were having between them. A smile, a knowing look, maybe…

Puke.

I thought for sure she'd give him hell for that last comment, but then… she let out this… weird sound… like a giggle… a very feminine giggle and I felt my forehead dip at the reaction that giggle had brought out in me that I hadn't expected.

I wished I could have seen her face when she let out that giggle.

Seen what she looked like when she wasn't being … you know, the world's biggest bitch.

That was weird.

They pulled up to a smallish building and I made an educated guess that it must have been Whitlock's office even though there were no signs on the outside of it to give me any indication that I could be certain of that fact.

"What's he taking her into some unknown location for a mid-afternoon fuck?" I whispered and then, as though she knew I was desperate to know, she asked him, "I assume this is your office, Mr. Whitlock?"

"Ya know, I'd love it if you called me Jasper," he twanged and my fingers gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. "I mean, we are neighbors."

I made an exaggerated laugh at that and then Bella almost immediately responded, "Okay, Jasper."

I sneered. "Layin' it on a little thick don't ya think, Brandy?"

"This is my business office," he told her. "You know, where I sign contacts, explain … services."

"What the fuck was that supposed to mean?" I asked the building… who didn't respond.

Fucking non-responsive buildings.

Even though the car had disappeared into a gated parking lot, I could hear the doors opening and closing, the beep of his car alarm, Bella's opinionate hum as she no doubt took in their surroundings. As they entered the building, he greeted a security guard by name and, once they were on the elevator, I noted another beep.

One that most likely meant a badge was needed to gain access to the floor they were headed to.

"Mind if I use your ladies room?" Bella asked him and he had a receptionist show her where to go as he headed for his office, telling her he'd meet her there in a few minutes.

Once she was alone, she spoke to me.

"I think I can handle it from here, Edward. I'll come home later with some info on his office files, security cameras, other areas of concern… I'll see if I can get him to open up a little… why don't you go check the house out."

I nodded even though I knew she couldn't see me and started to take the ear buds out when I hear her again.

"Oh and Edward?"

I scowled a little, wondering why the sudden amused sound to her voice when she continued. "Turn the two-way button off next time…" Then with a little bit of sex dripping from her voice, she added, "And if you want me to shimmy my ass again, all you need to do is ask."

Because I'm a quick thinker - and because it was against my very being to let her know she'd one upped me, I cupped my hand over the receiver and made some white noise. "Sorry…" garble garble hiss garble… "…can't hear you," garble garble… "…hanging up now," I said and then quickly turned the monitor off and pulled the ear buds out of my ears. "Fuck me."

The UST in this story is crazy good and I can’t wait for Bella to just let Edward cop a real nice feel. Poor guy.

Go. Read. Enjoy! Don’t forget to review!

Mrs. White steps in for Mr. Gree with Aftrnoondlight and Beneath the Undertow!

Well hello again, my lovelies. It's me...Mrs. White...filling in for Mr. Green. Any guess what he's gotten himself up to this time? Oh you're gonna love this. Singles Cruise. Oh yeah, he's taken himself on a singles cruise. Consider yourself lucky that you missed him packing his suitcase. I was a little curious as to how he managed to fit an entire week's worth of clothes into the tiny little bag he had, but when I looked I realized...he only packed Speedo's and sun screen. Don't worry, I've already emailed the cruise line about getting images from their surveillance cameras. I gotta see this...

Oh, and I didn't have the heart to tell him it wasn't REALLY a singles cruise. I saw the marquee at the marine when I dropped him off. The headline read “Fabulous, Flabby Females Over Fifty Cruise.” I'm sure Mr. Green is getting more attention this week than he's ever gotten before. :D At least he didn't opt for the “Trashy Trekkie Trailer Trash Tramp Tour” that was boarding a little farther down the dock. Man, there were a lot of Spock Ears walking past me... **shudders at the memory**

So I'm taking full advantage of this chance and telling you about a wonderful story I found not too long ago. It's on the shorter side, and complete, so you'll be able to read right through it in one sitting. And I completely recommend you doing that since if you're anything like me, you won't wanna stop!

Beneath the Undertow by aftrnoondlight, the writing team made up of jarking22 & phoebes.promise, is the story of Edward and Bella, a young couple fighting against so many odds. After getting his girlfriend pregnant during high school, and ruining his chances at playing college baseball, Edward finds himself living a life he never thought he'd be living. Aside from being with the love of his life, nothing else has worked out like he thought.

*****
I twisted the marred, flat white gold band anxiously. Sitting, shifting, rolling my neck in a black vinyl sofa, I waited. A quarter past four came and went. Clearing my throat at the turn of a knob, I stood finally, running a weary hand over stubble I wish I'd shaved.

"Edward Cullen. Well hell…" Mr. Jenks, the younger not the older, strutted within a tight handshake.

"Garrett… I thought your dad was…"

"Come in, Edward." A sweeping gesture welcomed me into his large temporary office. I fell into the small, simple chair in the corner of the drab space. "Shit, how long's it been, man?" Garrett smirked, loosening his grey silk tie.

"Oh…" I shrugged, watching him casually perch on the corner of the cheap laminate desk. "Maybe a year or so." Focusing on the framed forestry posters and safety slogans beyond his full head, I sought to steady.

"Yeah, yeah… okay, that's right. The Jenks Timber summer picnic… with Bella." His smirk led him, treading dangerously. "How is… Bella?"

"She's good." I blurted, suddenly yanking my gloves from my back pocket, slapping them against my denim thigh in warning. "Starting nursing school this fall." So don't fuck with my job cocky prick.

He straightened and scoffed. "Huh. Good for her. She deserves…" He paused, moving slowly behind the desk. "She deserves everything."

I launched. Gripping the edge of the desk, white knuckled ready, I clenched. "Garrett, cut to the chase. And leave my wife out of it." He staggered with wide eyes.

"Cut to the chase? Cut… Cutter… Ole Cutter Cullen… How's that working out for you now?" He taunted, envy saturating his sound.

"What the fuck do you want? What's the point with this shit, Garrett?"

"The point? You want the point?" He slid into the burgundy chair. Breathing deep, he delivered his final act. "We're restructuring. Starting an apprentice program with the local college. Your job… your level will be…" I interrupted with a palm in the air.

"Was this apprentice program your idea?" Angling my stare, I pushed.

"It's smart, Edward. A progressive plan. I'm… sorry." He rested his forearms, folded his hands, finished.

"Sorry? That's it? I'm done? You can't move me into another area? Another group?" I loathed the desperation.

"What else can you do? I mean really, Edward." My knees buckled, he tortured. "If you'd just headed to UW with that sweet scholarship…" He narrowed his eyes, curling his thin mouth, patronizing.

I buried my face briefly, pounding my bottom lip with my fist. "Do I get two weeks to find something else?" Silence. "Okay."

"Listen, Edward…" Garrett Jenks rushed and stumbled in designer shoes. "I know you and Bella have had a rough time. But, this… this is business." His large hand landed against the door, blocking.

"Got it. Now get the fuck out of my way so I can go home and hold my wife."

*****

When the story begins, it's a few years after their marriage, and Edward and Bella have already suffered the worst experience any parent could ever endure – the death of their child. Even though pregnancy is what made them marry so young, neither Edward or Bella is about to give up, and they stay together, trying to find happiness in the life they never thought they'd have. Edward still has dreams of being able to do what he'd always dreamed, and unknown to Bella, he's planning to audition for a major league baseball scout. After losing his job, he sees it as maybe the only way out for them, though he's afraid to disappoint Bella, so he keeps things from her.

*****
"Why's she on the porch?" I wondered anxiously. Bella sat barefoot, peach tank clinging from the dense heat. Stumbling out of Seth's rental car, he paced ahead to greet, hug and whisper an explanation. She nodded, he pecked her forehead.

"I'm gonna see you Sunday. Sober." He sighed at the bottom stair. A light fist to my chest and he was gone. Bella and I stared.

"Are you drunk?"

"I'm fine. Why are you out here, it's dark. I don't like you out here alone."

"The power's out." She shrugged, looking away. "It's actually cooler out here."

"What are you talking about?" I pushed through the front door... darkness.

"Did you drop off the payment?" She followed with our only flashlight, her tone measured, weary. I slid down the wall near the open front window, burying my head in my hands. "Fucking tell me, what the hell is going on with you?" She stood, arms crossed, deserving answers.

"No."

"No… you forgot? Or no… you couldn't?"

I paused to compose, process. "We fell behind. Your registration was due, now tuition. I thought we'd get at least... like thirty days…"

"Edward!" She dropped the small red flashlight, as she palmed over her eyes.

"I didn't want to disappoint you. You've been so fucking excited about school. We need you to go to school." I shouted, then regretted as she kneeled in front of me.

"Look at me. Baby, you better fucking look at me," she demanded, squaring my jaw. "I've never been disappointed in you. Ever. Don't keep anything from me." I leaned into her cradling hand. "We're in this together. I love you."

"I got fired yesterday." It rolled easily. I breathed heavy watching her expression. She fell back on her ass, mouth parted in surprise. "I'm sorry, Bella."

*****

Edward and Bella have to find a way—together—to get through their trials, and that's one of the things that I most love about this story. I love that they are never focused on only themselves, but always on the two of them as a unit. Things don't go easily for them, and they aren't always happy, but that's what makes it so real and truthful. This story is honest and sweet, and I loved every word of it. You'll feel for Edward as he tries his best to take care of his family, with little to no support. Your heart will break for Bella as she deals with the loss of her son, and then worries about her husband's suddenly odd behavior. The story it wonderful and features interesting characters that have real problems and issues. That's something I love in a story. The writing is so emotion and pure, it makes my heart hurt.

*****
I steeled, my head respectfully hung low as I paced up the green hill. Assured the quietest of plots, sweet silence under the massive ancient oak tree. I cleared tiny twigs, dried leaves and droppings from the rusting vase secured by a linked chain. Two long trembling fingers and a curled thumb gripped the white smudged leather and red thread. I pinched, squeezed the old baseball as I leaned closer to the marble headstone. Dropping it into the narrow mouth of the vase, my fingers then trailed to the engraving that haunted my dreams.

Riley Anthony Cullen
January 29, 2009

One day, not through… the beginning and the end.

"So this ball, this one's from the Senior State Championships. I think it was the hottest ever… a record high in Washington. Your mommy was so damn gorgeous that day." I paused to chuckle, a favorite image of Bella soothing my memory. "You were just starting to show. Not a lot, but everyone could see. She was so proud, finally. She had this white dress on… like a sundress, real short. Glowing. And her hair…" Blowing hard through puckered lips, I stared away, fighting. "Okay, little man, I know you want the game scoop, don't you…" My monologue routine, I detailed each and every inning, always peppering with visions of Bella. He needed those parts too, the best parts.

"I lost my job today, Riley." The reality slid off my tongue easily, I could tell my baby boy any and all. "Your mom doesn't know yet. Not sure how I'm going to…" I broke, the grassy earth caught me. I thumbed the small, silver disk of his initials and day hanging from a dark leather cord around my neck. Somber, silent, I let truth settle.

*****

This story is made up of three chapters, a short epilogue, and an outtake that features past scenes that fill in some of the history of how Edward and Bella got to where they are. It's smart, well planned out, and heartfelt. If you love a conflicted Edward, you'll love this story. I know I do.

Now, I'm off to check out that website the cruise line gave me. They said I could find pictures from “special events” that were planned for the trip, such as Prom Night, Poker Night, and even Disco Night. Seriously, can you even imagine the black mail I could do with a picture of Mr. Green in a sequined thong as he boogy-oogy-oogies the night away? I'm so excited...this should be epic!



Mrs. White: How did you get started together in fan fic?

aftrnoondlight: We actually started writing collaboratively after working together on separate projects. Our first collaborations were Willow, for the A Christmas to Remember contest and Lips Like Scarlet Sugar was done for the Lemon writing exercise hosted by the Dirty Cheeky Monkeys. We haven’t been able to stop since.

MW: What’s the first story you read?

and: We first bonded together over the stories Drift by denverpopcorn and On Grey Mornings by littlesecret84 – we both have our separate lists of faves, but these are the first couple that we found together and ran to read together and compare notes together.

MW: What’s your favorite fan fic story and why?

and: Jaime says, We Come to Life Beneath the Stars by Lillybellis. It’s a beautifully told story that isn’t filled with drama and angst… don’t get me wrong there is some, but it’s told in a realistic way and her writing is just gorgeous without trying too hard. I adore her and her style and love everything she’s written.

Phoebespromise says, On Grey Mornings by littlesecret84. I appreciate the raw narrative and the believable love story.

MW: How did you come up with the ideas for your stories?

and: For Beneath the Undertow it all started with a song by The Script, For The First Time. The song is about a couple struggling financially and emotionally and we explored reasons why our young Edward and Bella would be in this situation.

MW: Who is your favorite character to write?

and: EDWARD – we love his point of view!

MW: How did you meet and get your beta?

and: Does it count that we beta each other?

MW: How does it make you feel when people gush over you and your stories?

and: We feel grateful and excited that someone loves our characters as much as we do.

MW: Which Twilight saga book is your favorite? And what’s your opinion on Breaking Dawn?

and: Our favorite book was Eclipse… opinion on Breaking Dawn – We’re definitely excited.

MW: If you could give one piece of advice to a new author, what would it be?

and: Stay humble and be true to the story you want to tell.

MW: What is your favorite part about fan fic and the Twilight fandom?

and: The supportive and wonderful friends we have made along the way.

MW: What is your favorite ALMOST curse word?

and: We don’t believe in ‘almost’ curse words… we are an all or nothing pair.

MW: If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

and: It’s probably not a good sign that this is the one question we’re struggling with… LOL – maybe we aren’t heading up…


Randomness with Mrs. White

MW: If you were in a beauty pageant, what would your talent be?

Phoebespromise – a dramatic monologue (this may or may not have happened)

Jaime – ummmm I can juggle?

MW: What’s your favorite drink?

Phoebespromise – Yuengling (that’s a beer) LOL

Jaime – STRONGBOW na= water

MW: If you could make smexy times with any character from one of your stories, who would it be and why?

Phoebespromise – Vetward from Willow- cuz he’s silly and sensitive and he tries so hard.

Jaime – Adventureward from The White Swan Lodge .. he’s so… yum

MW: What color are your bedroom walls?

Phoebespromise – Eggplant but she thinks she should be embarrassed by this…I don’t think she should

Jaime – mine are a cream color ß-- boring!!

MW: Which Disney Princess most closely resembles you and why?

Phoebespromise – Belle with blonde hair… definitely

Jaime – phoebespromise says I’m totally Mulan…

MW: Do you ever use any people from real life in your stories? If so, who and how did you choose them?

and: Nope…

MW: What is your favorite kind of car?

Phoebespromise – anything German

Jaime – I actually have to think about this because I don’t really care about cars all that much… maybe a Dodge Charger

MW: Do you listen to music while you write? Does music inspire your stories in any way?

and: We don’t listen typically, but music definitely inspires us and our stories as evidenced by Beneath the Undertow.

MW: Who is your favorite actor/actress?

and: Are we supposed to answer with the obvious here or no. LOL Rpattz is on our list, but for the sake of getting to know us better in another area:

Phoebespromise – Ryan Gosling & Sam Worthington

Jaime – Zach Braff… I love the nerdy guys I can’t help it.

MW: If you could be any other person in the world, who would you be and why?

Jaime - I refuse to answer this on the grounds that it would be admitting something I don’t want to admit.

Phoebespromise – I’m comfortable being just who I am!

MW: Who is your celebrity crush?

Jaime – Robert Pattinson no question no doubt…

Phoebespromise - Kristen Stewart

Aren’t we a cute pair…

MW: What’s your favorite item on a relish/vegetable tray?

Phoebespromise – a wedge of bleu cheese

Jaime - cucumbers

MW: Have you ever played football?

Jaime – powderpuff FTW!!!

Phoebespromise – um in the yard yes

MW: How did you choose your pen name/username?

and: Well… it originated from a threadless t-shirt and my avi on twitter, it’s called afternoondelight and can only be described as fantastic – you have to check it out for yourself.

MW: What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?

Phoebespromise – strawberry Jaime – right now it’s chocolate chip mint

Mean Mrs. Mustard gets a little artistic with Abstract Way and Animate Me!

So, I love art. Pop Art, Impressionist, Baroque... I love art. Thankfully, Abstract Way feeds two of my addictions... fan fic and Art. Her first story, the completed Work of Art, was an awesome look into the world of brilliant artist Edward Cullen and the object of his affection, Bella Swan. I loved reading every chapter and am looking forward to the outtake she is submitting to Fandom For Sexual Assault Awareness.

However, when her new story, Animate Me, came out, I was a little wary. This time, Abstract Way is delving more into the world of comics and animation. As a mother, I will admit that I watch my fair share of Phineas and Ferb, but her Edward is much better than anything Disney could create.

Edward is a bit of a geek. When we first meet him, he’s working at a comic book shop for a friend of his, but his true passion lies in animation. He is an artist at Animation Nation, where Bella, the girl he lusts for, works in development and is dating the CEO. Strike one against Edward... or so it seems. Bella seems intrigued by him from the first moment we see them meeting.

“Are you an artist?"

I can't lie. She may recognize me at work now. "Yeah…well, actually, I'm an animator."

She lights up, her eyes bright and happy. "Really? I work in animation."

"I know, I work at Animation Nation too. You're Bella in development, right?"

Good, that sounded cool…believable-like I don't dream about her all day and draw her naked late at night.

"Oh, you work there too. Sorry I didn't recognize you. What show are you on?"

"Bernie and the Beaver Patrol with Eric's team. My buddy, Jasper, is the head writer."

"Oh, I love Jasper," she enthuses. "He's so damn funny."

"Yeah, everyone loves Jasper-he's a riot," I grumble jealously.

"So what are you doing here?" she asks, waving her arm across the rows of games and accessories. "Don't we pay you enough? I thought animators did pretty well."

"Oh it's not that. My friend's dad owns the place, and I've been helping them out while their manager is out for a few months recovering from knee surgery. I've only been doing it on Saturdays."

She nods.

"Well, show me your work." She reaches for the sketchbook. "Are you good?"

I quickly step back, my sketchbook out of her reach. "I'm really good." I state confidently. After all, it's the one thing I know for sure. I have talent, all my CalArts teachers told me so, and I got a studio job right out of school. "I'd love to show you my work, but these are just scribblings. I want to show you the good stuff."

She puts her hand up. "Okay, when you're ready, I'd be happy to look at your work. You know where to find me."

Yes, I can find you. If she only knew how long I've watched her.

"Will you remember me if I ask to show you another time? I mean, you must see a lot of artist's work."

Her lips curl up with delight. "Yes, I'm very sure I'll remember you, Edward. You're pretty distinct."

Yes, Edward is very distinct. He also has no game, unless you count bringing Bella overpriced coffee at 4:20 every day as game.

The story, though only 5 chapters in, has me completely hooked. Edward is lovable and adorable, a comic book geek at his best. Bella is strong and smart, a great match for Edward, if only she would realize it like he did, which was ages ago.

I cannot recommend Animate Me enough, and while you are at it, take a read of Work of Art. Artward seriously makes my lady bits smile, if that was physically possible, that is.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRANDI!!! (@beegurl13)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRANDI!!!

So, it’s my Beegurl’s birthday?!

I’ve been racking my brain what to do, what to say, because none thing seems like... enough. I thought about writing you a one shot about a few of your favorite things *clears throat*, but with the block I have, it’d probably be the worst fic ever wrote.

I wanted to make you a pretty banner, ya’ know, like all the ones you make for everyone and then add my name to them just because. But, get real, I wouldn’t know where to start.

Then I thought, I’ll just pick out one of her favorite R’Pattz pics and put ‘Happy Birthday’ on there, but it still just didn’t seem like ENOUGH to me.

So here it is:

Just me telling just you HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Words can’t express how blessed I am to finally have found a friend like you. You’re more than just some crazy-Twilight-Rob-fanfic-obsessed woman I met online. You are a real friend to me and I value that more than you know! One of these days, I will travel west, or you will travel east, or maybe we will just meet in the middle. It’s gotta happen so I can finally hug your neck.

You may not get it today, but be on the lookout for a surprise from me.

You can thank me later.

I love you friend.

Always.

Your one & only twifey,

Stacy AKA Mrs. Robward

lots of love, CPW

Happy Birthday Brandi!
May all your wishes be Robilicious.
Love,
Whit

Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Contemplate your blessings now,
As your birthday nears. 

Consider special people
Who love you, and who care,
And others who’ve enriched your life
Just by being there. 

Think about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
Experiences great and small
That have made you who you are. 

Another year is a happy gift,
So cut your cake, and say,
"Instead of counting birthdays,
I count blessings every day!"

I love the countless and I mean countless emails I get from you. You're so helpful, kind and have a all around great spirit. I'm happy to have known you and to call you a colleague and friend. Happy Birthday Brandi!!

With love, Nikki aka TwiOthGirly

Now from all of the girls here at PIC. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRANDI!!!