A/N: We're baaaaaack! So the last time we updated this story, we were freshman in High School. Now we're freshman in college. I don't know about your guys, but I think some things have changed….

Brennah brought up the fact that we haven't updated this story in forever; therefore, we decided to attempt to continue this story and write another chapter. For all of our wonderful readers, we updated (:

I would like to warn you that our writing is different (and not as bad as it was). Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Edward's POV:

Week one of this fucking camping trip was over and I was done. I woke up the first morning of week two to find I had been stripped down to my underwear. My pajamas were nowhere to be found. I got up to find something else to put on when I realized my roommates were also clad in nothing but their boxers. It was like I had walked into the beginning of some crazy gay porno.

"Emmett, Jasper," I called, "Wake up."

Jasper turned, facing his back to me. Emmett didn't move.

"Guys, c'mon. Wake up!" I grabbed the first thing I could find – one of my books – and threw it at Emmett.

He grunted then mumbled, "I'm up, I'm up."

I grabbed another book to toss at Jasper, but he had already rolled onto his back, his eyes open. "Don't even try."

I put the book back and headed over to my dresser to find clothes.

"Why are we naked?" Jasper asked, suddenly noticing his lack of clothing.

"I'm thinking this is the next prank thought up by the girls," I suggested. I opened up the top drawer and found not my clothes, but a pair of tiny denim shorts and a t-shirt covered in pink hearts. I sighed. "Yeah. Definitely the girls."

Emmett jerked upward, "Are you telling me they came into our cabin in the middle of the night, stripped us down without our permission, and left? Isn't that like rape or something?"

"It's not considered rape if you participate in the act," I snickered. "But anyway, they stole our clothes," I added, holding up the shorts for them to see while keeping Emmett from beating my ass this early in the morning.

Jasper groaned as I put the shorts back in the drawer and sat down on my bed, still half naked. I was getting sick of this prank war. "So what do we do?"

"Well," Emmett said, "If the girls wanted to see us in our underwear so badly, we should just continue to give them what they want."

For the first time in a while, the three of us were silent. I gazed around the room, meeting their glances; Jasper raised an eyebrow. "That might have just been the smartest thing Emmett has ever said."

Apparently, the girls had also taken any form of footwear they had found in our room, leaving us nothing but various feminine fabrics they considered clothes. Near the door I found a couple pairs of sparkly pumps. Part of me wanted to don them just to accompany my boxers, but the rationale part of knew I would get shit for it if I played along with their game.

Emmett and Jasper had already run off to find Rosalie and Alice. Even though there was a good possibility the three of them were together, it was easier to split up and look for them. That and it would be easier to seduce Bella if there was just the two of us.

Barefoot and barely clothed, I traveled the solid twenty feet between our cabin and theirs. Jasper and Emmett had ventured somewhere else since two of the three girls were nowhere to be found, but something was telling me Bella was still in there.

"Isabella!" I sang through the window screen. "Where art thou?"

I felt like being nice today, and decided to not take a peak through the window, but I heard a crash and a fuck and I knew something was up. "What the fuck Edward? Why are you here?"

Well look at that, my instincts were right; Bella was here and she was thrilled to see me. "What do you mean why am I here? I thought you were expecting me?" I tapped the door. I cleared my throat, decided it was best to lower my voice now. "I brought something for you…"

She walked over to the window to see me and then quickly turned away. "What the hell are you wearing!?"

I smirked. "Isn't this what you wanted, Isabella? A handsome man clad only in his undergarments? Why else would you confiscate my clothing?"

"I left you other clothes," she reminded me, her back still turned.

"Those short weren't my style," I explained, "You clearly think I'm some sort of girl. I came here to show you the man I really am." At this point I was doing everything I could to not start laughing. "Are you going to let me in? I don't want anyone else to see me like this. It's all for you."

She finally turned around and looked me dead in the eye. I could tell she was trying to avoid looking anywhere below my face. "Fine. You win. Come inside and get your freakin' clothes before someone else sees you like this." She opened the window and I hopped inside.

She had already started walking away from the window, so I quickly crept up behind her. "Isabella," I whispered into her ear, grabbing her waist so she would stop walking, pressing myself into her.

She jumped and quickly escaped my grasp. "That was creepy as fuck."

"I only wanted to say thank you," I said coyly.

She shook her head, "Do you want your clothes or not?"

"I don't know," I said, cocking one eyebrow and slowly walking towards her, "Do I?" This was too easy. "Do you really want to give me my clothes back?" I took a casual step toward her, cocking my head.

I know she was trying not to, but she rested her gaze on my stomach muscles before bringing them up to look straight into my eyes. "Actually," she purred, batting her eyelashes at me. "What I really want is for you to take those off too."

Very slowly, she closed the distance between the two of us and rested her hand on the waistband of my boxers. Shit. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. Still, I stayed there and smirked. "Me? But this is all I have left; it wouldn't be fair. You have to go first."

She matched my smirk. "What do you mean by that Edward?" Her fingers started to lightly tickly the skin above the elastic. "You gotta tell me what you want."

My hands found hers; gripping her wrists to keep her from continuing wherever the hell she was going. "If you want me to take what I have left off, you gotta reciprocate. That's what I want."

She bit her lip. "Fine. If that's how you want to play…" She grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. "Better?"

I was surprised at how quickly she agreed to my request, but I wasn't complaining. Not only that, but she wasn't getting off that easy. "Well, I'm not wearing pants, and you are. Is that really fair?"

Without saying a word, she unbuttoned her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them, moving closer to me. "Better?"

I was impressed. This game was still going my way. Not to mention she looked fucking hot, but that was beside the point, since I was beginning to have an issue inside my boxers. Fuck.

"Is it my turn now?" she asked, her gaze lowering to my boxers again, biting her lip. I think she noticed.

"Not yet. Turn around." I knew what I could do, but I was sure she wouldn't agree to it. But for some reason, she did. She turned, her back now facing me. I had the pressure now. What was the point of all this anyway? What would be the outcome? Unsure of the answer, my hand reached for her bra clasp.

Just as her bra came unhooked, the front door swung open.

"Bella, what the hell?!"

"Fraternizing with the enemy I see?"

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