A/N: i just started writing fan fictions. i have tons of chapters for this story saved on my computer, so i'll defintetely be adding more soon! please R&R!
enjoy! oh, and i don't own twilight. -sigh-
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Staring into his eyes was like looking into a sea of topaz. I swear I could look into them forever and never get bored, but today we needed to make some progress. As if there weren't already enough temptation, Edward twined his fingers in my hair - something he rarely did - and pulled his face to mine. If I could have my way, I'd spend the majority of my time kissing Edward, but his "safe contact" rule was impossible to break.
My head began to spin and it took all my energy to concentrate on not fainting, I was sick of being weak. Sensing my lack of oxygen, all too quickly, he pulled away.
"Ah, Bella. You need to remember to breathe. We shouldn't get carried away like that." he murmured, hands still in my hair.
"Hmm… it always seems like I'm the only one that ever wants to get carried away." I said when the room stopped spinning. Edward sighed, releasing my head and putting his hands on my shoulders.
"You know that isn't true. I would love very much to get carried away with you, but you know it isn't that easy, Bella. I will never put you in danger of me again." He put a foot of distance in between us by taking a step back, but quickly took a step closer and molded his hand to my face.
"I trust you, Edward. I trust you with my life." I stared him into his eyes fiercely. He was going to believe me. He had to.
"You trust me more than I deserve…"he began, but ended his thought quickly when he saw the glare I was giving him. "Bella, we have had this discussion already, please, let's not argue again. Not now. Charlie will be up soon," suddenly, dark humor hardened his eyes, "and you want to tell him about your plans this weekend, don't you?"
I sighed. He knew that my weekend plans would be nearly impossible to get approval from Charlie, "Ugh, Charlie. How am I going to explain to him that I want to spend my weekend sleeping over at a house full of vampires?"
He smiled, eyes softening, "Hmm, well… no need to tell him that many details. I'm not sure the correct way to lie to him. You know, I shouldn't even be encouraging lying, not that I don't daily," he said with false innocence in his voice.
"Funny. I guess the truth is best in this case… but what if he says no?" I wondered, pulling him to sit next to me on the bed, fingers interlocked.
"Then I may have to kidnap you," he said, shooting me my favorite crooked smile, "but to be perfectly truthful, honesty is the best idea in this case. He wouldn't be happy if he found out you lied to see me. He seems to despise me enough already…" he trailed off, looking out the window. I wasn't having that; I needed to see his eyes so I could read them. So, I grabbed his face and turned it toward me with both hands.
"Edward, does it really matter what Charlie thinks? He can't stop me from loving you. No one can. So why harp on things we can't control?"
He chuckled - though I wasn't sure why - then sighed. "Yes, I guess that's true. Charlie just woke up and he's planning on talking to you before he goes to work, now act like you're asleep. No need for him to know that you spent the night up with me," he smiled playfully.
"Yeah, that wouldn't exactly go over well," I said as he lifted the sheets and I slipped inside, "Don't go anywhere, okay?" I asked, turning to see his face an inch from mine, his cool breath on my face.
"I swear not to leave. I'll just hide in your closet," he said, smiling again. He swiftly kissed my forehead and then he was gone.
"Thanks," I groaned when I heard a ghostly, mumbled chuckle. To show Edward I could act, I rolled over and curled into a ball, breathing steadily. Apparently my acting skills had not improved, I heard another laugh. "Thanks again."
"Anytime, love. Now, Charlie's coming, be prepared. No more thanking me." said the muffled voice. Sure enough, thirty seconds later my door slightly opened and a beam of light shot across my room.
"Hey, dad." I said, trying to sound groggy, which was easier than I thought, I guess staying up all night with Edward wasn't the best idea.
"Oh, hey Bells. I didn't mean to wake you." He said, obviously embarrassed he woke me up.
"Nah, its okay. I have something to ask you anyway."
"Oh, really? Uh, okay, sure." He said warily.
"Ha, no need to be worried, dad," I faked a laugh, trying to calm him.
"I'm not worried," he huffed, taking a step into the room. "What's on your mind, kiddo?"
"Well, I was just wondering if I could ask for your permission to go to Cullen's house for the weekend. Alice is apparently dying for a shopping partner and she really wants to have a sleepover before school starts." I said slowly, emphasizing the word 'Alice' and rushing past 'Cullen'.
"Would Edward be there?" asked Charlie, starting to look upset. I guess I didn't rush fast enough.
"Well, I'd imagine. It is his house, dad," trying to sound a bit unsure for Charlie's sake.
"So you're sleeping over at your boyfriend's house?" he asked, unable to hide his irritation.
"Oh come on, dad. This is for Alice. Don't you trust me?" I said, rolling my eyes to add effect.
"Bells, you know that's not it. I trust you, I just don't know about him," he cringed a bit at the word 'him'.
"Don't you trust me to pick company that is trust-worthy? Especially a boyfriend? You should respect my judgment. Please dad, he's not who you think he is," he didn't realize how true my statement was.
"Bella, I just… what happened September…" we shuddered at the same time I heard a very low growl from the closet, much too low for Charlie to catch. It wasn't a growl of anger; it was a growl of regret. "Well, you know. After that, how am I supposed to trust him? How are you supposed to trust him?"
"That was a mistake, remember? A mistake. He's made it up to me. He's a man of his word and he promised me. Just please dad, give him a chance."
He seemed to think about my words for a while; I wondered what Edward was hearing him think about. "Fine. Make sure you stick with Alice, okay?"
"Sure, sure," my quick response raised Charlie's eyebrows; he realized where I got it from. "Thanks." I said, grateful he wasn't going to bring up Edward's character again - not that I didn't have a million ways to defend him, but still - one less fight to deal with.
"Alright, well I'm going to the station and then Billy and I are going fishing after work. I guess I won't see you before you leave, will I?" he asked, backing towards the door.
"Yeah, I guess not. Have fun, catch some fish for me, we could always use more. Oh and there is left over casserole from yesterday on the top shelf. Bye, and tell Billy I said hi." I said, trying not to think about Billy's son.
"Sure. You have fun too. Bye, Bells. Stay safe," he said with a wink, and then he walked out of the room. I sighed and rolled over, stretching out. As I tried to get out of my bed to make my way to the closet, there was a cold hand on my own.
"Your acting skills haven't improved much, I see. Oh well, we can work on that," he said, staring me in the eyes. I could see the false layer of humor on top, but under there seemed to be something else. Agony, maybe?
"Such a kidder. I'm a great actress, and you know it. And I'm sorry you had to hear that. I wish he wouldn't have brought it up…" I trailed off, feeling a cold finger on my lips.
"Bella, I deserve much more than that. Much, much more. No need to feel guilty," he said, removing his finger from my lip
"What was he… what was Charlie thinking about?" I asked, truly curious.
"He was thinking about when I… when I left you," he shut his eyes for a moment, and then opened them. "Then he was thinking about how you didn't ask him to say hello to Jacob for you. He also briefly thought about what kinds of troubles I could get you in during one weekend." He chuckled, but the humor never reached his eyes.
I sighed. "Edward, you need to stop having this guilt," my voice twisted disgustedly around the word, "eat you up inside. I've forgiven you, you're going to have to accept it, move on, and forget about what happened." I said, trying to make my voice sound as soothing as possible, but I failed. My voice cracked twice.
"After what I did to you, you're comforting me? You really shou--" but I cut him off, putting my hand over his mouth.
"Edward, stop. Right now. I'm sick of this. You need to really to stop. If you want to make up for what happened, this is the way to do it. Don't think about it and do not feel guilty. Please, Edward, please." I begged. It hurt me to see him torture himself. I released his lips.
"Fine. You may want to get up," he glanced at the clock, "you wouldn't want to be late." His crooked smile was irresistible, I had to smile too.