This story is all human.
Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Friendship
EPOV
"Bella!" I called from down in her kitchen, "We are going to be late!"
I sighed as I climbed the stairs to Bella's room. I've always walked over to her house since I learned the route from my house. Her piece of junk she calls a trunk is slower than a pile of molasses on a hot summer day but she always insists on driving me to school. I felt down the door until I grasped the doorknob. I approaching her bed cautiously, tapping the end lightly with my metal cane to be sure. I found the hem of her comforter and tossed it off her like I did most mornings.
"Good morning," I said pleasantly.
"Good morning, Edward," she grumbled.
"Bella, we are going to be late if you don't hurry," I said trying to get her to move a bit faster.
"Hang on, I'm almost dressed," she said from across the room.
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I realized that she was changing the same room with me.
"All done!" she said cheerfully.
"What changed your morning bitterness?" I chuckled quietly.
"Oh, I'm just excited for that chemistry lab we are performing in chemistry class," she said tugging on my hand. Electricity shot through hers to mine like it normally did. My mind began to wander as I wondered if she felt it too.
"What's got you so dazed?" she asked as she led me to her truck. I climbed into the passenger side and slipped on my shades so no one knew what me clouded eyes truly looked like.
I didn't want to admit that I was thinking about her soft hand that was still inside of mine. "I was just thinking that the lab is going to be difficult. It didn't come from the book, so it isn't in Braille."
She took her hand from mine, and I instantly missed the warmth…wait. Why was I thinking this way? Bella, the girl who has stuck by my side since I was five. Why was I beginning to miss her hand? Bella often sleep in my bed when she came over to visit my sister Alice because I was the only one who could sooth her nightmares.
"Don't worry, Edward," she said, "I'll read it to you."
The school had ordered me a special Braille textbook so I was able to participate in class. Not many of the students, however, enjoyed working with me since I was a bit uncoordinated during labs. Mr. Banner had paired me with Bella after realizing how close we were.
"Edward, are you alright?" Bella asked her voice filled with concern.
I nodded and stepped out of her truck and headed into the school. I had memorized my way around, but Bella had all the same classes as me and didn't seem to mind walking with me. I had to carry a bag with all my books considering I can't open my locker.
Chemistry class was fun today. Bella and I had the most successful reaction to the mixture, and I actually was able to do my fair share of work.
The rest of the day went quickly, and before I knew it, I was climbing into her truck.
"Where to?" she asked.
Bella and I were study buddies. It came with the package of being her best friend. She would either come to my house, or I would stay at hers. Charlie and I got along fine, but I knew he didn't like me hanging around with his daughter. Bella had come to my house crying because Charlie accused her of dating me, and he wanted her to have no relationship with her friendship or not.
"Bella, I had a bit of a rough day. Would you mind dropping me off at my house? I need to be alone for a while. I'll call you later. I'm sure Alice would love to see you."
"Of course," she said but her voice was deepened with a hint of sorrow.
It was true. I often daydreamed about being able to see, but sometimes when I snapped back to reality it just hurt so badly.
"Call me later," Bella said as I headed for my house.
I gave her a little grunt.
"Goodbye," I heard her softly whisper brokenly as she roared up the engine and left. I was disgusted with myself. Not only was I miserable, but I hurt Bella by rejecting her company. I hurried toward my room that was thankfully located on the first floor. It was hidden under the stairs, but was the biggest bedroom in the house. I preferred it that way. Connected to my room was a small music room that no one dared to enter without my permission. It was only in there that I could express myself freely without being judged. I sat down at my baby grand piano and began to play Bella's lullaby that I had composed for her when we were both fourteen. As the last note came to an end, so did I. I tried to get up from the bench, but fell to the floor for I was weaker than I thought. Sobs ripped up my throat. Curled up in a ball, I sobbed on the floor like a helpless creature.
"Edward!" a familiar voice gasped. Bella ran to me and tried to comfort me. She helped me up and led me to my bed. I collapsed and turned away from her.
"Please go home," I pleaded, "I don't want you to see me like this."
Her hand ran through my unruly hair. "Edward, you have always been strong for me. You were always there when I cried or need help. Now it's your turn. Let me be strong for you," she whispered.
That broke me. I turned to her and rested my head on what felt like her lap and cried for what seemed like days.
"You don't understand…" I mumbled, but I was too far under. I fell asleep on her soft thighs.
