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"I love you, Bella," he murmured sinking further into me.

My fingers clawed at his back as he pounded into me hitting all the right places. Places I only wanted him to hit. I felt so much more from him than I did from anyone else.

"Edward," I cried tugging at his bronze locks.

Okay…so…I might be getting a little ahead of myself. I should probably go back to the beginning because those memories only make me look like a shitty person. I didn't know what to say, but Edward Anthony Cullen changed my life. He loved me for me and would soon become my rock. Again, I was getting ahead of myself so here is our beginning.

I probably shouldn't be here, but I wasn't ready to go back to my apartment quite yet. I left Emmett's and my time with him was how it usually was. He was sweet and funny. He was the kind of person that could take a bad mood away by just making you laugh. As perfect as he was I felt suffocated.

He told me he loved me just an hour ago, I responded by saying it back. I didn't think I loved him the way he meant. Sure, we had been dating for eight months and I knew he'd been wanting to say it for a while.

A normal girlfriend would have replied and meant it. A normal girlfriend would have let her boyfriend ravage her after making those declarations.

"Hay gorgeous, what can I get you," A rough Boston accent said from in front of me. It wasn't as obnoxious as most of the townies I'd met, this voice had more of a soft lilt to it.

I looked up seeing the most distinctive green eyes. They were not emerald, but close to it.

"Jack and coke," I said quietly, feeling my face flush.

"Whiskey girl, huh?" he asked giving me a big grin.

"You could say that," I said giving him a forced smile.

"Here you go," he said placing my drink down before turning his attention to one of the other patrons.

I downed my drink feeling the slow burn once it slid down my throat. Being a child of a recovering alcoholic doing this probably wasn't the best idea. Charlie didn't hit me he would just drink and pass out on the couch. When my mom left, I was seven and that's when he slipped into a pattern of clutching his friend Jim Beam every night. I was ten when my dad's partner on the force, Billy Black told him he'd better seek help or he'd see to it I was taken away.

That was enough to push Charlie to start AA, I could see how upset he was with himself. To this day, I could still see so much guilt, but I was proud of him being twelve years sober. We ended up moving from Seattle to Forks for a clean start that's what Dad called it.

We were quiet people and he tried so much to make up for lost time. Billy and Dad stayed friends after we moved. When I was sixteen Billy's son Jacob asked me out becoming my first everything. Even then, when Jake told me he loved me I did the same exact thing as I'd done with Emmett.

The more I thought about it, I realized that I'd never been completely in love with anyone I'd was the cold hard truth. I wondered if that was how my mother felt, was that the reason she left? Was I really this defective?

"You sure gulped that whole thing down, sweets," he chuckled letting out a low whistle.

"Thirsty," I mumbled. "Can I have another?"

"Sure thing," he nodded pouring me another drink. "Wanna hear a joke?"

"The stage is all yours," I gestured to him as I downed the second drink.

"Okay so two drunks are in a ba when one of them notices a beautiful woman sitting in the corner. One says to the other, "Jeez, I really wanna dance with dat girl."

The other drunk replies, " Go 'head and aks her, don't be such a chicken shit."

So the man approaches the lovely woman and says, "Scuse me. Would you like to boogey ooggie woogie?"

Seeing the man is wicked drunk the woman says, "I'm sorry. Right now I'm concentrating on matrimony, and I'd rather sit than dance."

So the man shrugs and returns to his friend.

"So what did she say?" asks the friend.

The drunk responded, "She said she's constipated on macaroni, and would rather shit in her pants," he finished in a heavy Boston accent.

I couldn't help it, but I burst out in giggles. "You just told me a shit joke," I snorted.

"It made you laugh," he grinned with a shrug.

The bartender was all kinds of cute. He was very tall and extremely lanky. His crooked smile was what was pulling me in… Stop it, Emmett just told you he loved you.

"Oh no, all my hard work just vanished," he said throwing his arms up playfully giving me a frown.

"Sorry," I sighed.

"How bout this I get you another drink and you let me guess your story."

"Am I that predictable?" I quirked an eyebrow feeling a nice buzz going.

"Maybe," he mused. "You're not from here your accent says that much."

"Where am I from?" I teased resting my elbows on the bar.

He squinted for a moment. "You either go to Harvard or Boston College."

"Harvard," I mumbled.

He nodded. "You're from the west coast. Not sure where, but definitely the west coast."

"Washington State."


"I was born there, grew up in a small town named Forks."

"Bet you were a cheerleader."

I shook my head with a laugh. I did ballet, but he didn't need to know that.

"Really?" he asked surprised.

"I'm what one would call athletically challenged," I said dryly.

The weird thing is I dated hard-core athletes. Jake was all state in football and Emmett was the captain on crew. I ended up with guys completely opposite from me.

"Hmmm," he laughed.

"What about you Mr. Bartender?"

"It's Edward," he offered holding out his hand.

"Bella," I supplied, shaking his hand.

"Would it be cheesy to say it suits you?"

"I hear it all the time," I shrugged.

He mirrored me resting his elbows on the bar. I looked down the bar and saw the only other guy there was an old man that I figured was a regular. Edward was tilting his head at me curiously when I returned my focus on him.

"What do you want to know?"

"You're from here?"

"Born and raised," he smiled, resting his chin on his hand.

"Your accent comes and goes?"

"I lived in California for a couple of years. I learned to tone it down, but if ya get me drunk sweetheart there's no controlling it," he teased giving me his full on accent.

"I like it," I said honestly.


"So you're a professional bartender?"

"One would say that," he smirked.

"Ed," the man at the end of the bar yelled.

"Hold your horses, Donny," he yelled back. "I got to refill the lush, I'll be back."

I nodded as he left me. Was this considered flirting because I felt as though this was flirting? He made me tingly or, was it the alcohol that made me tingly?

My phone vibrated and I saw it was Em.


"Hey you left your Lit book. I stopped by your place, but you're not there." I could hear the concern in his voice.

"I stopped somewhere for a drink. Stress release from finals, you know?"

"You want company?"

"I'm fine…just mentally preparing."

"Is this because I said I love you? I knew I should have waited," he berated himself.

"Emmett it's not that, really," I insisted.

"You sure?"

"Positive," I sighed.

Edward came back leaning against the bar watching me with interest. I felt shitty for some reason.

"Listen Em, I think I'm about to head out. I'll come by in the afternoon."

"Bells," he tried.

"See you tomorrow."

"I love you," he murmured.

"Love you too," I cringed hating how horrible I actually was.

I hung up, closing my eyes.

"Want my professional opinion?"

"What do you got?" I sighed.

"You shouldn't look like you're in pain or like you're about to throw up when you say I love you to anyone," he shrugged.

"Was it that bad?"

"It was that bad," he agreed.

"I'm a terrible person," I groaned, running my fingers through my hair.

"Why?" he asked simply.

"Why?" I laughed wryly. "I had this great man say he loves me for the first time and now I'm sitting in a bar, confessing what a shit I am to the devastatingly handsome bartender."

"Devastatingly handsome, huh?" he beamed.

"Who's drunk? This girl," I said poking my thumb to my chest.

"A very cute drunk girl," he winked.

"See this is not good," I groaned.

"You think too much," he grinned, looking at a couple of guys that had stumbled in.

"Ed, give us a round," A blonde guy shouted definitely a townie.

"In a minute, Jazz," he called back. "My brother."

"Oh it's okay, I think I'm done…"

"I'll be back," he left without further argument.

I watched him walk up to the man. They had the same eyes, but that was where the comparison's ended. His brother was just a bit taller than him, but looked younger. Edward said something and then Jazz looked at me curiously and nodded clasping his hand on his shoulder.

Once I caught their gaze I focused on the top of the bar, my glass was almost empty again. I've had… what? Three maybe four?

"Hay, gorgeous," Edward murmured from his place behind the bar.

"I think I should call a cab," I mumbled.

"I'll give you some water instead of more Jack, stay and keep me company," he pleaded with a cute grin.

I stared at him. His white t-shirt had holes around the collar and his jeans appeared to be holey and ripped. He looked good and there was just something about him that made him likeable. He was charming without even trying.

"You're hesitation means you're staying," he said.

"You're a cocky one," I laughed.

"I'm just a very sure person," he said slapping his palms on the bar, leaning closer to me.

"You obviously heard me tell a guy I loved him," I pointed out.

"You looked disgusted as soon as the words left your mouth."

"Hmm," I said distracted.

"Can I make a proposal?" he asked biting his lip in thought.

"Is this a long term proposal?"

"Of course," he said cupping my cheek. "Be my friend, Bella."

"Are you serious?" I fucking giggled. "We just met."

"And I would be a complete dumbass to let you leave without getting to know you. I have this gut feeling there was a reason you came into this bar," he fisted his shirt against his shirt dramatically and I could see the playfulness in his eyes.

"Such a passionate man," I said giving him a fake swoon.

"I'm a heart on my sleeve kind of guy, beautiful," he chuckled.

I glanced at the clock on the wall noticing it was really late and I shouldn't be out in this part of town this late.

"Call me a cab and I'll promise to come back," I winked.

"And I'm to believe you?"

"I keep my promises… always," I smiled, reaching my hand up to ruffle his hair.

"I'll call you that cab, but you bring your gorgeous ass back in here," he pointed squinting his eyes.

"I will most definitely be back," I nodded.

As I went to sit back on my stool, Edward's lips caught my cheek. I most definitely felt my skin tingle from his unexpected kiss.

"I'm holding you to that," he said picking up the cordless phone behind the bar.

When I stepped foot into the cab with Edward closing the door behind me I felt a tug in my chest. He slapped his hand on the top of the cab and waved at me as we drove away. I knew I was definitely going back to that bar.

A/N: And I give you Conversations Between Adults… Here's the deal I am wrapping up Unconventional so usually when I end a story I move on to my next idea. My dilemma was that I had two ideas and they kind of wrote themselves out. So this is where I need your help. I'm going to post a chapter from each new story and will go by your responses. The one that has the best reader response will be the next updated story. As always my amazing beta is Dolphin62598!