A/N Not mine at all, absolutely none of it, I promise.
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Before Edward met Bella he was a completely different person; he kept to himself, lost himself in music, and never ever on any occasion did he ever touch; he shied away in crowded hallways and hid out during family wresting matches. Edward Cullen did not believe in touch.
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TOUCH- to bring yourself into contact with something or someone
Alice.
I saw the event happen twice, once in my head and once in the parking lot of forks high school.
Both times the same three things happened in sequence.
First Tyler hit a thin layer of ice, so thin that only the eyes of a vampire could catch its glare.
Second Edward suddenly wasn't by my side anymore; he was sprinting towards the Swan girl, I had seen her before in my visions. Her future was to be intertwined with mine we were going to be best friends. I only hoped Edward changed her before hand or my makeovers were going to have to be seriously toned down.
Third, last but not least, the very thing that caused such major distress. When I first met Edward he hardly looked me in the eyes, his words were always short but sweet. As the years went on we spoke more but kept his distance, we developed a sort of language using his mind reading, I got to communicate with him, become his sister, and he didn't feel uncomfortable with it, we became close without being too close, and I thought that was a major breakthrough with him.
Yet there he was grasping the girl like a lover to him, holding her to his chest with an ironclad cage, his touches were feather light as he sheltered her from his inhuman strength. I heard him whispering calming words to her, his eyes were locked onto hers almost letting her into his soul.
It would be a lie to say that I wasn't a little bit jealous, not that my little Edward had fallen for the clumsy girl, I was happy he had found something like I had with Jasper. But I had spent years trying to get him to look me in the eyes when we spoke, heck I spent years trying to get him to speak with me about more than my own personal troubles.
Even after all of this time I spent with him he still dropped my gaze and avoided bumping me when we passed in the hall. We were hardly convincing of siblings.
So when I looked forward and saw him clinging to Isabella or rather Bella, a girl he had known for mere weeks, with intensity and a thirst to protect her, and perhaps a thirst greater than the one he had for her blood.
With all that playing in my mind I couldn't help but feel the pang of jealousy in my stomach. I glanced at Jasper, realizing he could feel it as well, but all he did was send me a wave of reassurance; He understood.
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When Edward walked through the door that night, or rather that morning, I hadn't yet seen where our conversation would lead, his mind was so frazzled with pleasure and disgust for himself that I couldn't get a proper 'sight' into our discussion.
"Edward" I said both out loud and in my mind, "Can we talk"
I was the first to realize he was home and I wanted to speak to him before the others could attack him.
He spun gracefully towards me, he still smelled like Bella, and he looked into my eyes contently while he waited for me to continue.
At first I thought it was an accident, it happened all he time, he would glance back and accidentally look me in the eyes then look away, so I waited for the 'Oops'.
But he didn't look away, he barely noticed it. "Yes, about what?"
He played it innocent and slightly sarcastically, I felt like I was getting the real Edward here, finally he was being a real person, person being a loose term, for once in all the time I've known him I was finally getting Edward not the little Carlisle persona we all had to endure.
"Well I just wanted to ask-" He cut me of. He, Mr. Polite Edward Cullen, interrupted ME.
"You, have to ask a question" Edward chuckled at the irony, I did not. I could see the actions as they played out but I couldn't see the thoughts behind them. I saw Edward touch this girl but I couldn't understand why he chose to start this with her.
"Well, Yes." I spoke slowly "I just wonder about Bella and-"
He did it again he cut me off, maybe real Edward was just as annoying as fake Edward.
He surprised me yet again, and there was almost no surprising me. Edward stood in front of me with his hands firmly touching my shoulders.
My inner eye was crowded with scene after scene of him touching and grasping, holding and even hugging. Always with this Bella by his side, sometimes human and sometimes not, holding tight onto his hand. It put me into shock.
"Everything will be fine" He took his hands off of me and ran up the stairs.
He loved this Bella, a weak, frail, ridiculously clumsy girl. And if, or rather, when he acted in this love he could put our whole way of life into turmoil. Nevertheless, until than I think I will enjoy this new Edward Bella has created, and possibly I'll enjoy a new sister.
A/N So, this idea has been playing in the back of my head forever and I finally got a chance to post it. I'm most likely going to do a chapter for the first time each Cullen witnessed this change in Edward. Tell me what you think. Reviews are so fun for me and for you. I get the satisfaction of knowing you actually read my story and you get to tell me how to write it.
Thanks all!
Paige