Mistaken Love

"WHAAAAAT!" I screamed.

"Calm down! I didn't mean it like that!" Eddie covered my mouth.

"Are you crazy?! I am NOT posing nude!" I blushed furiously.

"I never said you HAD to! I said 'pose freely and uncovered' not naked!" Eddie stifled a laugh.

"Well how was I suppose to know that! It sounded like you wanted me to get undressed so I thought you were pulling some lame Titanic scene..." I blushed harder.

"No..." Eddie awkwardly coughed.

I took in a deep breath and unclenched my hands from my arms. See after Eddie had said that I instinctively hugged myself. I growled at a laughing Emma who was about red in the face from no air. Eddie threw a pillow at her and she continued to let out small giggles. Sighing I flashed an apologetic smile to Eddie who just couldn't stop smirking. Now what was he thinking. I saw him give glance to Emma and that sent her into another giggle fit.

"Hey...let me in on the joke." I whispered.

"Haha, it's nothing." Eddie laughed.

"Obviously it's something if Emma is over there dying."

"See, I didn't say I wanted you to pose naked...although we could try tha-" Eddie started to say with that lecherous smirk.

"Don't even finish that sentence Edward. Continue" I said venomously.

"Hehe, sorry. Anyway th-there is SOMETHING I-I want you to wear." He started to stutter.

"Well, OK. Lets see it." I smiled.

Eddie walked over to his closet nervously, muttering things under his breath. I saw Emma give him yet another knowing look. It was scary the way they could do that. Mimi and Zachy have them beat though. They have full conversations in their heads...I know they do. April says she's usually silent on the phone with him too. But Emma and Eddie have a different knowing. Sorta like...siblings. Besides, I looked at the vibrating phone near the computer signaling that Sprinkles was calling. Emma's sweetie. She let out a girlish squeal and rushed to it answering it with a breathy hello. Smiling softly Eddie and I watched her walk out his room and into the guest one to chat. As soon as the door shut Eddie breathed a sigh of relief. I think. I sat on the bed and watched as Eddie started walking to his closet again. Inside he brought out a simple pretty white top and skirt.

"Where'd you get this Eddie? It's really pretty." I smiled.

"It was in my mom's things she left. My dad through out everything but this because I took it. I gotta have something to remember her right?" Eddie smiled.

"You sure want me to wear it then?" I asked softly.

"Of course! It's perfect!" Eddie laughed.

I went into his surprisingly clean bathroom. I mean he IS a boy. But slipping on the clothes I found them to fit like a glove...a half size small glove but a glove non the less. Actually I wonder how much these delicate clothes can take. What if I rip them? Eddie would be crushed. I guess I'll just be very careful. Crossing my fingers I stepped out into his room. I was looking around and saw him slip his shirt off.

"Not a Titanic scene eh?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Hah, like I said we can try it sometime but right now I just don't want to ruin my shirts. Help me lay down some news papers ok?" Eddie smiled

I felt stupid for assuming the worst but it seemed possible. I grabbed some paper and began laying it around the room in various places. I caught site of a comic on one of the panels. Heart of the City, I think was the name. A little girl was shown in a bathtub with sunglasses and an umbrella snapping her fingers at her mom to get her a cola in another language. Of course the mom had an annoyed expression but that made the comic even more funny. I stared at it some more and let out a laugh. Then I stood back up and walked over to Eddie laying down the last of the paper.

He skipped over to his easel and let out a girlish laugh while mixing some colors. I stood there awkwardly waiting for him to tell me to do something. Honestly I felt stupid, I've never been painted before and I didn't feel comfortable. A thoughtful look came across Eddie's face and I think he sensed it too. Laughing nervously I moved to sit on his bed.

"Ok Rory. Ready?" Eddie laughed.

"Uhm..you're just gonna paint me like this?"

"Well no, but I want it to be natural so...I dunno, loosen up." he smiled.

"Oh...kay." I looked around nervously.

He let out a sigh and walked over to me. Placing his hands on my waist he lifted me up to where I was straight up on my knees. He gave me a small smile and placed my hands from his shoulders to my sides. They hung there naturally and he adjusted me to be sideways a little. Giving an approving nod he walked back over.

"Perfect. Now your face...fix your hair." he instructed. So I did.

He began to tell me that to relax my face I needed to space off like I usually do. Remember a happy moment in my life...or something that'll make me smile. He told me as if it were so easy. My eyes wondered over to a picture of us as kids. It was the very second year of camp so were were still quite young. He was still as cute as ever. And I...well, I was cuter as a kid.
Of course that was only a one sided opinion. Eddie's always thought I was cute. When I was sick, dressed up, dirty, or embarrassed, or even sleeping. Haha, I remember when he tried drawing me...pervert. Or the time he gave me the bracelet I'm still wearing. The time we danced and he first kissed me, or the way he kissed me after I found out it was him. The way he'd always smile at ME and how he hid in my closet...again pervert.

Eddie was simply amazing and I was lucky to be with him. Soon I might have to tell him how much in love with him I am. Sure were going out but who knows how long it'll last before he find an even better girl. When that happens I'll always have the memories and he feelings of those hot, affectionate kisses. The tingling is coming back. All of his kisses always left me weak kneed and dazed. Some people might describe it as drunk but I've never drank so I don't know what that's like. I wonder if we'd get farther than kissing...uh oh. Am I blushing?

"What are you thinking about?" Eddie whispered.

"Wha-oh when we were kids and how we met and all the nice things you've done to m-for me." I blushed.

"Hmm? You said TO you..." he smiled.

"Nono...just the whole...uhm."

"Like what nice things? Hugging you, touching you, or...kissing you?" he smirked.

"S-stop it! You're making me feel all weird!" I cried.

"Sorry." he grinned. "I'm almost done. I'm working on your...arms now."

"Careful about rounding things out Edward." I smirked at his blush.

"Sh-shutup." he rushed out and focused on his painting.

Nearly 20 minuets later he was "almost" done. He messed up on my torso, so it put him 10 minuets behind schedule. That's right he planned it all out. He said he should of been on my legs by now. That...sounded so wrong. I laughed to myself and watched a small, tiny sweat break out on his forehead. He really wanted this to be perfect. Alas an hour and a half later he was done. Wiping up his brush that I bought him and placing it neatly back in the box, I got off the bed and walked over to him. He jumped in front of the paper and told me I couldn't look at it. Excuse me? I laughed and tried pushing him out of the way but he seriously wouldn't budge. Was he ashamed?

I got a bit angry and more determined to see it but he wouldn't move. I gave my best glare and frowned at how he laughed at it. Pathetic right? He scooped up some blue paint and smudged my nose with it telling me to cheer up. I scoffed and tried rubbing the pain off but it only smeared more. So I picked up red paint and flung it at him. He looked at his stomach and chuckled at the red paint splattered. I never expected to see what I did next. He placed his right hand in red paint and his left in blue and smeared it all over his upper body.

"Mmmm paint!" he laughed.

"Oh God, Eddie..." I shook my head.

"Want some?" he snickered and chucked blue paint at me.

See I wouldn't of cared much if it were a few drops. But when I say chuck I really meant it. I was covered in blue paint...drenched from head to toe in his mom's pretty dress. I stood there with wide eyes and jaw dropped as he put his thumb in the air and winked at me. It.was.so.on.
~~~~~~~~~~~4 hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
----------------------------Eddie's P.O.V.------------------------------------------

(A/N. Wow...haven't done this in forever. Miss him?)

I looked at my now paint splattered room. My dad was going to be pissed. I'd of cared more but my attention was brought back to a certain blue covered girl panting and giggling. She got up and ran at me rubbing red on my face laughing. I smiled and looked at her she was pressed against me laughing and trying to not breath so hard. Failing miserably of course and only making me happier. She looked up at me and smiled while trying to wipe some paint away from my face, acting as if she was sorry for doing it. All I could do was run my fingers through her painted hair and stare into her eyes. I know I know, cheesy much? It was all I felt I could do...that she'd approve of.

I wanted to lay with her and tell her how much I love her while never ever letting her leave, BUT she'd get all weirded out. Haha, seeing her flustered would be kind of funny though. Rory did however pull me over and we kind of sat on my bed. She leaned her head on my shoulder and giggled one more time.

"I'm sorry...about your mom's dress." she sighed

"It's ok. I think it looks better like that." I laughed.

"I suppose a dry cleaners could get out the paint."

"Maybe. But we shouldn't worry about it too much." I leaned closer.

"I'll pay for it I promise. Of course it was you who splashed me first." she grinned.

"No no, I'll take care of it." I whispered, a mere centimeter away from her.

I leaned forward to close our gap and brushed my lips against her mouth. Rory cupped my neck and pulled my face close to hers. My hands stroked the outline of her jaw. The soft, moist feel of her pink lips sent sparks rushing through my entire body as I sucked lightly on her lower one. Her kiss was like nothing I could have experience from anyone else. It was like being caught in a vortex, spinning out of control making me dizzy and crushed with desires. They were hard and demanding one second, gentle and innocent the next.

I broke apart in need of some space. I felt drained. Rory looked at me as if I was the most important, wonderful person to of ever spoken to her. I kind of liked that look and liked the fact that I was and always will be her first kiss. I hope. She pressed herself against me and let out cool, uneven breaths. I shivered with delight and watched as I got tiny goose bumps. I laid with her in my bed. She snuggled up against my paint covered chest and traced circles on my skin with her pinkie. We just laid there soaking up each other's presence. She wanted to get changed back into her own clothes, I knew it. But I found it nice to know that she was either too lazy or too comfy to get up. I should of probably put my shirt back on but my arms didn't stretch that far to where I set it earlier. I laughed at the thought of me being like Mr. Fantastic, and sighed. Pulling Rory up with me I got off the bed and handed her her clothes and pushed her towards my bathroom so she could shower up.

"Aww c'mon Eddie...I was comfortable." she whined.

"I know. I wish I could of just passed out like that but we have to get you out of here before my dad and guests get here." I stared at the floor.

"Emma's dad is a despicable man."

"Whoa now, lets not go killing people with those glares Mimi has been teaching you."

"Promise you'll be here when I'm done?" she asked.

"Where else would I go?" I smiled.

"The kitchen?" she smirked.

"Ha ha you're so funny, now go shower...unless you want me to he-"

"Do something productive while I'm washing myself alone." she winked.

"Tease..." I mumbled.

She leaned up and pecked me on the nose and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and I turned around back to my room. Whilst she wasn't here I started to wash the paint off my things. I got a lot done by the time I heard the shower turn off. My bathroom door creaked open and I saw her emerged fully clothed brushing her hair.

"Alright. Your turn."

"Stay right here. I'll be out soon."

"Mmhmm. " she smiled.

I was being out smarted again. By just looking at her radiance I forgot to think straight. Not only did I forget to bring clean clothes with me, I left the painting right in the opening for her to see. Edward James when will you learn?

---------------------------------------RORY'S P.O.V-------------------------------------------

I glanced around his room noticing that some of his more important things were washed off. I even saw that he forgot to bring clean clothes with him. That should be interesting. I laughed to myself touching my lips. My spine tingled as my lips were buzzing. He was a really good kisser I girlishly giggled. Snapping out of my daze I saw that he hadn't put the painting away. The fool. I smiled happily and hopped over to the easel. The whole picture of me was so real and life like. I flipped to the close up of my face he painted and gasped. It was one of the most breath taking things I had ever seen on paper.

Me? That was really me? I looked pretty not to sound conceited but he really does know how to capture beauty. I really don't know how long I stood there gawking back and forth from the paintings. It might of been a minuet or a couple hours but what snapped me out of my thoughts were to immensely warm, slim muscled arms wrapping around my torso. I looked back and saw a smile on Eddie's face.

"I told you not to look at it yet." he stated.

"Eddie...it's-I'm...WOW!" I gasped at him.

"Well...it's pretty I'll admit but nothing compared to the real thing." He nuzzled the crook of my neck.

"If I really am as pretty-"

"Breathtakingly gorgeous?" he snickered.

"as you say...then how can I tell you how perfect you are too me?" I questioned

"Bah, I'm no prince charming. I'll always be here to serve you."

"But I don't want that! I want you to see and know how much I truly DO care and l-like you! You're so important to me and I don't know what I'd do without you!" I said face pressed against his chest.

"Rory..."

"No, no! I need to do something to make you understand-" I tried to say pulling away.

He cut me off with another mind blowing, burning kiss that made my spine tingle and knees buckle.

"Knowing that you want to make me see how much you care is enough. It'll always be enough just being with you." he whispered.

"But why? You treat me like a princess...and"

"And you are my princess, my best friend, my girlfriend, and most importantly...my masterpiece." He smiled at me warmly.

As soon as I heard that I tackled him to his bed and cried soft tears into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back cooing softly as if I was a new born kitten. He really was too good, beyond perfect in my books. I was lucky he was mine and I'm never gonna give him up.

After all, since I'm his masterpiece don't I deserve to get a frame?