Author's Note: Hello everyone! Yay, this is Twilight story #2 posted. My other one is called My Dearest Isabella, if you're interested. I was really happy with that one, and I'm happy with my Summer Adventures fic, so I hope you enjoy both!
NOTICE: This is a really random, sporadic story that I started one day. I have no idea when updates will be, but I'll try to make them pretty often. I have lots of ideas for it (and if you have ideas feel free to tell me), but not so much time to actually get them down. I've been better about it lately, but just so you know, I don't have a schedule planned out or anything for this. Really spontaneous- fun, right? Ha ha…
Summary: Mermaids, theme songs and groceries, oh my! When Edward and Bella (-and the rest of the Cullens-) have a summer all to themselves, what hilarities will ensue? Set during the summer between Twilight and New Moon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, related characters, anything related to Twilight, or anything else you may recognize. I am not Stephenie Meyer, I don't know her, nor am I associated with her in any way --Cries-- I'm not making money off this, not trying to copyright anything... I own nothing, in short. Thanks for not suing me.
The Summer Adventures of Edward and Bella
Adventure 1: You could be a Mermaid!
In the middle of Charlie's living room, in the middle of Forks, Washington (or the middle of nowhere, if you prefer), in the middle of summer, I was sitting in Edward's lap while he had himself seated in the middle of the couch. We had been staring at the TV for lack of a better activity, and the silence around us- minus the background drone of the five o'clock news- felt content, almost peaceful.
Edward, with his arms around my waist, hugged me even closer to him. With my head resting on his shoulder the way it was, he was able to breathe into my ear, "What are you thinking?"
The usual shiver shot up my spine as he did so, and I merely responded with a hum of, "Mmm…"
"Tell me," he persisted.
"Well... it's embarrassing…"
"Another theory of yours?"
I looked at him skeptically. Sometimes I wasn't so sure that he couldn't read my mind…
"So what if it is?"
He grinned. "I like your theories."
"No, it's embarrassing," I reiterated.
"Please?" he begged, turning me towards him so he could stare into my eyes. I wasn't able to resist longer than four seconds, maybe five.
"Okay," I sighed, tone suggesting that I was about to share my hypothesis. "Well… you know… how…"
"Yes?"
"Are you really going to make me do this?" I pleaded.
"Yes, I think I am."
"Urg, You think I'm impossible. Anyway, it isn't necessary for you to actually… breathe, right?"
"True."
"So that means… that…"
"… What?"
"You could stay underwater for a long time, right?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Where exactly are you going with this?"
"You really want to know?"
"You've made me curious. Do tell."
"Please don't make me say it."
"It was your fault you didn't keep quiet about it, if you didn't want me to know. Besides, you're stuck here until I feel the need to move- I've got all night." He smirked in triumph while I stared down idly at his arms around me. There was no way I'd be able to break free of his iron grasp, even if I wanted to. I sighed again, continuing on…
"Well, if you could survive underwater for so long, you could be, if you wanted to, a… mermaid."
It took him a few seconds to process what I'd said.
"A… mermaid?"
"Well, yeah…"
"First of all, mind you, it would be a merman."
I rolled my eyes. "Sorry."
"Second of all… may I ask what brought about… this…"theory"?"
"When you told me you didn't have to breathe, well… my overactive imagination had a heyday with that. I have no earthly idea where it came from."
He chuckled lightly and kissed my temple. "Your imagination is pretty entertaining… what else have you got up there?"
"Well… do you really want to know?"
"I've just been dubbed a mermaid, Bella- how much worse could it get?"
"A merman," I corrected haughtily.
"Correct. Tell me more."
"Well…"
His smile faded ever so slightly. "It can't get much worse than that, can it?"
"Um… You wanted to hear more?"
"You've got the floor."
"If you're sure…"
He waited for me to spill my thoughts, and I sighed. "Well…" I gulped. This was a hard thing to imagine, understandably.
"Bella…"
"Okay, um, you're been… "alive" since 1901, correct?"
"Technically, I've been on this earth since 1901, but yes, "alive," as you wish to phrase it."
"Well, then, that means you were… "here" during the seventies, weren't you?"
He didn't say anything.
"Did you ever have an… afro, Edward?"
He still didn't say anything.
"Oh no… please no…"
"It was in style back then!" he said defensively- not that that made the thought any less frightening. "Forty years from now, people will think it's stupid to wear… whatever clothing's out there now, or something. Would you defend your generation's fashion or not?"
"Well, some of the styles out there now are kinda trashy-"
"Not the point, Bella…"
"Plus, your generation was the early 1900s, so you can hardly say-"
"Did you miss the "not the point" comment?"
"Afros are just scary in general-"
"Bella!"
"Oh. Sorry." He sighed, frustration radiating off of him.
"It's fine. It made my head look smaller anyway." I tried to stifle my giggle, but I couldn't take it any longer. Picturing Edward, the most dazzling man in existence, in the clothing, plus the hair… how could anyone expect me to control myself? I broke into peals of unstoppable laughter. It only added fuel to the fire when I saw the look of surprise on his face from my sudden outburst.
"I'm… sorry…" I managed. He smiled, though his eyes were still bewildered. He hugged me closer to him again.
"You're beautiful when you laugh."
"Oh, you think I'm beautiful all the time," I replied, an edge of slight irritation creeping into my tone.
"Of course I do. You're extravagant." He kissed the corner of my mouth, his cold lips against my skin begging me to turn my head and carry out what he had started. I was only too willing to obey. As usual, it was marvelous, glorious, beyond anything I ever dreamed of.
And it was over much too quickly for my liking.
"Sorry. You know how it is," he said as he pulled away.
"Unfortunately…" I responded breathlessly.
He chuckled, kissing me on the cheek. Despite being a small gesture, my heart was still sent fluttering. I laced our fingers together, and then another thought came to me.
"Um…"
"Hmm?"
"You want another question?"
"I want anything to do with you."
I rolled my eyes. "Stop that. Anyway, you obviously kept up with the fashion trends," I began, smiling broadly at the picture that was forever etched into my mind, "so… did you keep up with all the dance crazes, too?"
He smirked. "You want to find out?"
"Wait, what are you-"
I didn't even have time to scream.
I was pulled up from my seat in his lap. My wrists were locked in his grasp, and he released my right arm, allowing me to twirl away from him. As if I wasn't already dizzy enough, he reeled me back in. His hands were around both of my wrists again, and I was sent flying under his legs in one swift movement, and in that same second I was pulled back up just so he could grab me around the waist and flip me over, rolling me down his back.
This all happened in three seconds, at most.
I stopped when I hit the floor and tried to set everything right that had been thrown around in my head. I was so dizzy…
"Bella, are you alright?" He sounded anxious. I looked up and noticed all five of him looked anxious.
"Spiffy," I muttered, being slightly sarcastic (how sarcastic can you really be when there are imaginary whistles blaring in your mind?), and still holding my head.
"I guess I got carried away… I'm so sorry, Bella, I should have at least warned you before I did that…"
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine… that was really fun." I managed a smile. "We should do that again some time. But now… could you get me some water?"
"Of course," he answered, gently helping me up and getting me to the couch.
Had that glass of water just appeared out of nowhere? I never even saw him move. Deciding I didn't care how it got there, I took a sip and sighed.
"I'm fine now. Don't worry about it." I could see clearly again, and the noise in my brain had calmed considerably.
He smiled his irresistible crooked smile. "I'm still sorry," he complained, stroking my cheek with his thumb and taking a seat beside me.
It was my turn to smile. "I know how you could make it up to me…"
"Hm?"
Placing my arms around his neck, I closed the distance between us. Again, his perfect lips were mouthwatering, his chilled touch was exhilarating, and as his breath mingled with mine, I lost all sense of what was around me.
Until he broke away.
"Why do you have to smell so good?" he asked.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You can't control it."
"But that doesn't mean I don't drive you crazy."
"I can handle it."
I smiled. "Glad to hear it, Mr. Jitterbug."
He laughed. "I have been told I'm a good dancer."
"Big surprise."
"And that I'd be a good mermaid."
"You could be, if you wanted to, that's all I'm saying!"
"But am I a good kisser?"
"Hm," I mumbled. "I'd have to check…"
"By all means, do."
I was only two inches away- two- and ready to dive into euphoria, when he pulled away and turned his head towards the door. Charlie must be home. He removed my arms from around his neck and enveloped my hand in his.
My dad opened the door and was greeted by the drone of the five o'clock news.
A/N: This isn't my favorite chapter. The next one is much better, I promise. Mainly because EMMETT is involved! All I can say is… poor Jasper. Ha ha…
Oh, and review if you feel so inclined. I'd really appreciate it.