Countdown.
Countdown to Edward and Bella's blossoming romance. All Human.
Ten. 10. Diez.
The number of days Bella would be on crutches.
Clumsy little Bella, always falling down. Normally unscathed, but not this time. He w as always there to help, mostly to keep her company when she needed it.
"So you're off your crutches in a few days?" he asked, as he was at her house one night, helping her with her Spanish homework. Bella had her leg propped up on a small pillow, and she nibbled lightly on the cap of her pen. A rare habit she had of doing, only when she was distracted or thinking hard about something in particular. She looked up at him, staring wide-eyed, as if she was embarrassed to be caught. "Thinking hard about something?"
"Yeah, you could say that. And I get off my crutches tomorrow, to be exact. I can walk without them, but the doctor ordered me to use them as a safety precaution, so no worries on it screwing up the healing process," she assured me.
Edward still slightly blamed Emmett for her broken ankle, if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have fallen out of the tree, and if she hadn't fallen out of the tree, she wouldn't have landed on the root…
But in Edward knew Emmett hadn't intended for that to happen, but the moment was too good of an opportunity to pass up revenge. So Edward teamed up with Jasper, and they got their revenge, and they got it good. Suddenly, Clair de Lune started playing, and Edward's phone vibrated along with the tune.
"Um, I think Debussy is having a concert in your pants," she teased.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, as he realized that it was his phone. He pulled it out from his front pocket, and glanced at it quickly to see who exactly was calling. It read JASPER in bold letters across the front, and he flipped it open to answer. "Hey, hey man, what's up?"
"Emmett just got out of the shower and he knows it was us. Just calling to give you a heads up. He's storming around the house right now, looking for you, but it seems as though he found out you're at Bella's. I'd run, bro."
"Thanks," Edward said into the phone as he closed it, packing up his stuff at the same time.
Bella crossed her arms across her chest, and huffed out a sigh. "What did you do this time?" She questioned as if Edward always got into trouble.
"Well, I certainly did not put pink food coloring into Emmett's shampoo knowing well enough that he'd be dumb enough to use it during his shower. I mean, how sneaky do you think I am Bella? Have some trust. Revenge? Who cares about that?" Edward shrugged his shoulders.
"You didn't!" Bella screeched, with amusement hidden in her voice. She couldn't believe that innocent little Edward could be so underhanded as to pull a stunt like that. She laughed at the thought of him doing something like that. Turning Emmett's hair pink, was truly the ultimate plan of revenge against him.
Edward walked towards the door, and grabbed the handle before responding "Yeah, I did do it, but that was Jasper calling me to warn me that Emmett was looking for me, so until I'm sure Emmett doesn't want to suck my blood anymore, I'm gonna lay low. You know, climb trees and shenanigans like that," he said with a slight chuckle.
Bella laughed. "Hope you make it to tomorrow," she said, with fake enthusiasm. "Edward?" she called out to him just before he left.
He turned around in the doorway, and walked back towards her. "C'mere, closer," she instructed as Edwards happily obliged. He was completely caught off guard when she bent forward to hug him, and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled away from her, his cheeks tinted a light pink, although Bella didn't seem to notice. "That's a thanks for everything you've done."
"For turning Emmett's hair pink, or for the help?" he questioned.
"Both, always both," was her reply.
"Maybe you should go climbing with Emmett more often…" Edward said, only as a joke. Bella reached behind her to grab a pillow to chuck at him, but her aim was off.
"Darn," she mumbled. "Don't you have to make a daring escape now?"
Edward snapped his fingers together, as if forgetting about the reason for leaving in the first place. "Right, I probably should leave now," he said, walking back towards the door, and then shutting it behind him, and then Bella heard the engine of the Volvo purr to life.
"Edward Cullen, you're truly something else…"
"Get out of the Volvo now and take your beating like a men Edward!" Bella heard Emmett's booming voice from down the street. She just heard the Volvo pick up speed and take off. "Damn it!"
Bella guessed that Edward had gotten away after all.
Bella corrected herself, Edward really was one in a million.
Nine. 9. Nueve.
The number of washings it took for Emmett's hair color to return to it's natural burly brown color.
The number of sets of games it took for Edward's volleyball team to come to the final match, before beating long time rival Jacob Black's team. Typically, they played best ouf of 3, and so far all games had involved all 3 sets, but since Edward's team had already defeated two other teams.
Nine was the number of intense hours a day Edwards spent for the past 9 days training to win. Edward's team had done nothing but eat, sleep, and a play volleyball.
The final round would be played a little differently, as a best ouf of 5 game, and so far Edward's team had 2 games. This could be the final one. With a score of 23-24, with Edward's team winning, all Jacob had to do was miss his serve, and the point would be ours.
Edward had always been the sports-y type of guy, playing a range of sports from the time he was 6 until. His partner on the court, Mike Newton, was a pretty good all around athlete as well, but couldn't compare to skills Edward had. The stands and suddenly grew quite in anticipation for -possibly- last serve of the day.
If we win this game, the trophy would be ours, and Edward and Mike would each recieve their own personal medals. Jacob bounced the ball a few times, waiting for the referee to blow his whistle, signaling that he was now able to serve.
Jacob took a few steps back, and the referee finally blew his whistle. Jacob threw the ball up nice and high, and jumped to hit it as it started to make its descent down, sending the ball flying over the net, into the court. Edward was ready in the back row, passing it up to the always-ready-to-set Mike, who set it outside left for Edward's attack, but the other team were able to stop Edward's fierce hit.
The rally countinued this way for a least another minute, neither team seemed willing to give up the point.
"Come on Edward, kick some ass!" Emmett boomed from the stands.
"Edward...Edward..." I started to chant, and soon others had joined in with me. It wasn't too long before almost everyone in the stands had joined in. The loudness of the voices just kept cresending up.
You could tell Edward and Mike's bodies were wanting to give up, to give in to the other team. Sweat was pooring down both of their faces as the ran all across the court chasing the ball.
"You can do it Edward!" Bella shouted. "Remember what I've told you, and you can win this!"
Edward stole a glance up at Bella, and knew exactly what she was talking about. The next set, Edward free-balled it over, giving the other team a nice easy set up. Just as Jacob jumped to hit the ball, Edward did too, blocking the ball, sending it back down onto Jacob's side of the court.
Bella, along with Emmett, Jasper, Alice, and Rosalie, ran down onto the court to embrace him. "Oh my God, you did it!" Bella shrieked. She let go of him long enough for the offical to place a medal around his neck, but a second later, her arms were wrapped tight around him, and he snaked his arms around her.
"I'm actually feeling very forgiving today, so dinner will be on me tonight!" Emmett exclaimed out of excitment. "Let's head on over to my place to figure out what to eat," he suggested.
"You guys all go ahead, we'll meet with you later," Edward said, hinting that he wanted to tell Bella something.
The others packed up all their belongings and headed over to Emmett's house, leaving Bella and Edward behind. Edward leaned forward to take Bella's hand in his own, and she happily placed hers there for him.
"So what is that you wanted me alone for?" Bella questioned after the court had been deseted.
"You'll find out at 8 o'clock," he said with a smug look on his face.
Bella looked him in the eye, and couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, it seemed as though 8 wouldn't come soon enough for her.
So, do you guys like it? I was going to post the whole thing into a one-shot, but decided that would be too long, so I'm going to aim for 2 parts per chapter. Sound good? Tell me in a review (:
Reviews would be lovely, especially since I'm new at this. Critiques welcome.
-Bella.