Edward the Prankster
Edward Cullen watched as Bella Swan boarded her plane to Arizona. She turned and waved; she didn't smile. He waved back, but he didn't smile either. All too soon, the plane was in the air and Edward was standing alone on the runway.
The ride back to Forks was long. Edward was fuming.
Charlie-Bella's father-had insisted on Bella going to spend the summer with Renee in Phoenix. Sunny, sunny Phoenix. Edward couldn't go to Phoenix because of the sun, and so, obviously, Bella didn't want to go. Charlie however, told her how lonely Renee was since Phil was in New York; a place too cold for Renee.
Edward glared out the windshield as he sped down the wet roads of Washington. He accelerated the car without thinking, suddenly smiling to himself.
"Maybe Chief Swan will give me a ticket," He said, the speed of the Volvo increasing.
Edward stopped in front of Bella's house. He had promised himself that he would be strong for Bella; not let her see what the short term separation was doing to him. As he remembered his promise, he snorted.
"The heck with that," He mumbled, getting out of the Volvo.
He jumped up to Bella's second story window-which was left open-and slid through. He went and sat on her bed, fumbling with the tassels on her pillows. He looked at her dresser, at the picture of him and Bella at school. They were leaning in towards each other, deep in conversation. Jessica Stanley had had her camera and took the picture. After she sent in a scan to the yearbook committee-nominating Edward and Bella as "Cutest Couple of the Year"-she gave it to Bella.
Edward smiled. He was remembering the first time he saw her in the cafeteria, she had been so embarrassed when he had caught her staring. He frowned.
"I miss her," He mumbled pathetically. "And, while you and I are being honest with one another, let me just say that I miss her a lot. More than a lot." He stood up and continued talking to himself.
"I mean really, Edward, you would think that you could handle this."
"Yes. I should be able to, but I can't."
"Another thing you can't do."
"Shut up, Edward."
"I can't-don't you dare say anything."
"Fine. Why can't you shut up?"
"Because if you don't shut up, then I can't. We are the same person after all."
Edward's phone vibrated. He looked at the caller ID-he all but broke off the top of the small flip phone trying to answer it.
"Bella?" He asked, breathless.
"Edward! Hey. Are you okay?" Bella asked-she was breathless, too.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. What about you? The plane is still in the air, isn't it? You're not in the hospital or anything are you? Bella?"
"Calm down, I'm okay. I'm using the phone on the plane."
"Oh."
"Edward, are you sure you're okay? You looked sick when I got on the plane; I was so worried. I would've called sooner, but the phones weren't working."
"I swear, I'm alright."
"Okay. The attendant is glaring at me. Apparently I'm not supposed to be using the phone…"
Edward chuckled. "They told you not to use the phone before you called me, didn't they?"
"Yeah, they did." She said, sheepishly.
"I'm glad you didn't listen."
"I'll be glad when this week is over."
"Week? I thought you were staying the whole summer."
"Edward. A whole summer without you? As if." Bella chuckled. "You really miss me, don't you?"
Edward snorted. "Bella, do I even need to explain what I tell you everyday once again?"
"You don't have to explain, Edward. I already know."
"What do you already know?"
"That you love me."
"Yes. More than you know."
"I love you, too, Edward."
"I'm very, very thankful for that fact."
"I have to go. I'll call you when I get to my mom's, okay?"
"I'll be waiting. I love you, Bella."
"I love you more."
Edward laughed. "I love you till the day I die."
Bella sighed. "Okay you win."
"I'll talk to you soon, Bella."
"Bye, Edward."
"Bye, Bella."
"Oh, and Edward," Bella chuckled.
"Yes?"
"Don't have any arguments with yourself. You were doing that on the way to the airport."
Edward laughed. "I'll try. Love you, Bella." "Love you, too, Edward."
CLICK!
Edward closed the phone and sighed.
He grinned. "It's only a week. A week in Bella's house." Edward remembered Charlie then. "Hmm, Charlie. What can I do about Charlie?"
Later…Charlie's home…
Edward could hear Charlie stomp his feet on the front porch. He heard Charlie open the front door and step in.
"Bells?" Charlie called.
Edward rolled his eyes.
"Oh, that's right! She's with Renee. Wow, Charlie. You're loosing it.
"Time to have some fun," Edward grinned.
Edward clunked down the stairs, imitating Bella's steps perfectly, and called out to Charlie in Bella's voice.
"Dad?" Charlie heard Bella's voice.
"Great. Now I'm hearing things," He mumbled.
"Dad?"
"Bells? Where are you?"
Edward heard Charlie coming towards the stairs.
"Uh. Dad, I'm in a towel. Don't come any farther."
Charlie skidded to a stop. "Bells, why didn't you go to Renee's?"
"Well, Dad, I couldn't leave without telling you…" Edward ignored the urge to clear his throat-speaking in a girl's voice was extremely difficult.
"Tell me what?"
"You promise you won't get mad?"
"Bella."
"Okay, okay. Edward and I are getting married."
Charlie's breathing stopped. Edward listened for any signs that Charlie was moving, but heard none. He tried to listen to his thoughts, but he couldn't make out what Charlie was yelling inside his head.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!"
Edward chuckled quietly. "Yes, Dad?"
"What on earth do you mean? You and Edward are getting married?"
"Dad! I thought you would be happy for me!" Edward made his voice sound like Bella was crying.
"How can I be happy when you spring this kind of thing on me?!" Charlie fumed. "You always say how old fashioned Edward is; Well, why didn't he come and ask me first?"
Edward didn't speak. He was doing the awkward-silence thing Bella did when she was embarrassed.
"Dad," Bella's voice finally spoke, "There are two reasons why Edward didn't ask you…One is because he was scared that you would shoot him-"
Charlie snorted.
Edward rolled his eyes and continued in Bella's voice. "The second was because he was too embarrassed."
Charlie scoffed, "Embarrassed? Please, Bella, tell me something I can believe. Why would Edward be so embarrassed? He's plenty sure of himself any other time…"
"Oh my gosh, Dad. You are totally missing it."
"Missing what, Bells?"
Edward took a deep breathe and crept back up the stairs silently. He could here Charlie's breathing pick up. "Well, you see, Dad. Um, Edward and I have always been super careful, you know that. And, um," Edward cleared his throat in Bella's voice. "Well, we um, you know…we just kinda…um…slipped."
Charlie's breath stopped again. "Slipped?"
"Say hello, Papa Charlie…"
"Isabella Marie Swan-"
"Cullen," Bella's voice corrected Charlie.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"
"Yes. I am."
"AND EDWARD CULLEN IS THE FATHER?!"
"Mmm-hmm."
Silence. Did he pass out?
Edward crept down the stairs once again and peeked around the edge of the wall. He sighed. Charlie had passed out. Edward carried Charlie up to his room and threw him on the bed.
"He'll never make it through the week…" Edward chuckled. "Well, it's all a dream now. Good night, Charlie."
Edward left the room and shut the door. With a resigned sigh, he went to sit by the telephone, waiting for Bella's call. The phone rang.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Hey, Edward!" Bella.
"Bella. How was your flight?"
"It was great. How was your day?"
"Well, it was quite interesting." Edward chuckled.
"What did you do to Charlie?"
"How did you know?"
"I know you. Now, what did you do to the poor man?" Bella chuckled.
Edward cleared his throat. "Bella, love, let's just say that it's a good thing I can't get you pregnant, because it would not be a pretty sight."