AN: Forget New Moon, this fic is set immediately after Twilight. I'm also fully aware that Bella hates dancing, and claims to be awful at it. But this is simply my imagination. Just give it a chance, and it can work. I don't claim to own anything except my OC's. Enjoy :)
"I've tried to hold myself together,
Tried to forget you've gone away.
The tears I've cried, they won't subside,
Unless the music starts to play."
- Heartbreak Make Me A Dancer by Sophie Ellis Bextor.
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Two days. Four hours. Twenty nine minutes.
That's how long I had been in bed for. My legs were cramped under the sweaty sheets, and my stomach ached with hunger. But every time I stood up and tried to walk, I was crippled by a sharp pain in my gut, and I had to sit back down again. Every time Charlie tried to pry me out of bed, I'd explain this to him. At first he thought I needed a doctor, but Dr Gerandy did little to subside my pain. I knew that the pain was nothing to do with illness. It was the pain caused by heartbreak. But I couldn't explain that to them. They wouldn't understand.
I heard Charlie clomping up the stairs, and groaned. It was around this time that my mother, Renee, usually called to threaten me with a visit if I didn't shake myself. The door opened and Charlie entered the room. "Bella, phone for you." He announced.
I didn't look up at him. "If its mom, tell her she'll have to come down here. I can't get out of bed." I said in a monotone.
"It isn't Renee. Its Jacob." Charlie told me, his voice a little irritated. He'd been very nice to me up to now, putting up with my zombie like behaviour. I knew that it wasn't long before he'd snap.
"Jacob?" I cried, my voice amongst the octaves of a strangled cat. I hadn't risen my voice that high in a while. It hurt a little.
"Yes. Shall I tell him to go away too, or will you speak?" Charlie asked.
"I'll speak." I replied. My desire to talk to Jacob was caused by curiosity more than anything else.
The drill was that Charlie went back to the kitchen, where the phone was attached to the wall, and tell whoever it was to ring my cell phone. It wasn't exactly convenient, but what else could I do?
Charlie left, and a few moments later my cell phone started to vibrate on the table beside me. I picked it up and pressed it to my ear. "Hey, Jacob?" I said a little hoarsely.
"Wow, Bella. You sound awful." Jacob. greeted.
"Well. Thanks." I said a little shortly.
Jacob laughed. "Listen, there's a party down here tomorrow night. I think you should come, Charlie tells me that you haven't left your bed in two days." He said.
Two days. Four hours. Forty two minutes, actually.
"I don't know, Jacob. I'm not feeling too good at the moment. Thanks for the offer..." I trailed off, crossing my fingers, hoping that he'd just leave it. Unfortunately for me, Jacob wasn't put off that easily.
"Bella, you have to come. It'll make you feel better, I promise." Jacob persisted.
"You aren't going to quit until I say yes, are you?" I said.
"Nope." I could hear the grin in Jacob's voice.
"Fine. Then I guess I'm coming." I snapped.
"See you tomorrow, Bella." Jacob concluded.
"See you tomorrow." I sighed.
I tossed the phone back onto the table and folded my arms crossly. Charlie poked his head around the door. "Going out?" He asked, the corners of his mouth twitching.
"Reluctantly." I muttered, burying my face into my blanket.
Charlie chuckled, and it was a relieved sound. I heard his footsteps descended down the stairs. I threw back the blankets, and slowly, very slowly, I swung my legs over. My toes hit the floor, and it was refreshing. Wincing as the pain attacked, I quickly crossed over to the window, flinging it open. Gasping and clutching my stomach, I leaned out and took a gulp of fresh air. It felt so good as it filled my lungs and cleared my mind.
Maybe this wasn't such a good thing after all. Because now the must has cleared from my head, my mind was free to think clearly again, of him.
Of Edward.
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