(A.N. Alright everyone. This chapter is coming out much earlier then I originally said it would due to everyones awesome reviews! You guys went nuts with that first chapter and I hope it continues on that way. Anyways I did get some requests for a playlist so they link is on my profile. New songs will be added for this chapter as well as songs that were for the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this one. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!)
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"Mike bike mo shmike!" Closing was fun, especially hyped up on coffee. "Banana nanna fanna fo bike…" I stared at Mike for help, but he just shrugged. He was just as lost as I was. "Maybe we should sing something else."
"Yeah, I never really knew how to sing that song anyways." He said as he moved on to the next table, to wipe it down. Mike has gotten considerably better on the flirting front. Since he found out I moved in with Edward he has been much more respectful of our relationship, not to say he doesn't flirt anymore, just not as brazenly. "It would be so much easier if we had a radio in here that we could control."
"No way! We can make much better music than those weirdos they play on the radio." He looked at me like I was crazy, but I pretended he was just smiling in agreement. "I'm a cowboy, on a steal horse I ride! I'm wanted, WANTED! Dead or alive…"
"Wow, are we really singing Bon Jovi?" Mike apparently wasn't so fond of Bon Jovi, but personally I think he was just suffering from hair envy. Most people would be envious I suppose. The man's hair is always perfect. Flat ironed to perfection and when it moves it bounces. It was so pretty that when the wind would blow through it, angels would sing. Why the man cared so much about his perfect hair was beyond me, but I was glad he did. If not for him I couldn't have coined the phrase 'my hair is so Bon Jovi.' And what kind of life would it be without that phrase.
"You're right." I sighed in defeat. "But in my defense, every time Alice and I sing that when we play Rock Band, we rock! Well, Alice sings it. I just sing the 'dead or alive' part. But I kill at it!"
"Skills." Mike said sarcastically. I nodded in agreement. He just didn't understand how impressive I am at singing those three words when we play Rock Band. "You should pick something better to sing though. You know, nothing from the eighties. I would be eternally grateful if you would spare me eighties karaoke."
"It's your turn to sing, my friend." I said as I disassembled parts of the espresso machine, to clean it. "Your choice, but if we are voiding out certain music, lets skip rap. K?"
"I don't sing Bella." He said simply.
"Now you do." I countered. There was no way he was getting out of this that easily. "I sang, loudly, so you have to. It's in the rules."
"There are actual rules?"
"Of course…I just made them up." I smiled widely at him as I peaked over the counter so he could just see my face. "So no rap, you have to sing, and dancing is officially required."
"DANCING!?" Apparently Mike didn't like the new rules. "You just made that up!"
"Of course I did, but I'm allowed to." I let out a low grunt as I fished something out of a lower cabinet. "I am the official rule maker, so I can make up any rule, anytime and you just have to go with it."
"This just doesn't seem fair." Mike, always so naïve. I shook my head in disappointment at him. His eyes got wide as he stared at me. "What?!"
"Mike, mike, mike." I ts'ked walking around the counter. "If there is anything Alice taught me it's that a girl is allowed to cheat at things occasionally and they can get away with it, because they're pretty."
"Why haven't I heard about this rule?" Mike challenged.
"Well, obviously because you're a guy." I said slyly. "See, I am letting you in on top secret information here, so you should just be happy I am divulging so much information. Now sing and dance for me or you will lose."
"You're lucky you're so pretty." He muttered. "I still don't know what to sing."
"Ha, well we have a boom box in the back if you would rather just dance to the radio."
"What?!" I just smiled brightly at him. "I thought you said we didn't have a workable radio here. I thought that's why you were singing."
"Yeah, I just wanted to sing horribly for you. It will make you appreciate listening to the professionals on the radio more." Mike walked by me and straight to the back room, that housed said stereo, and came out with music playing behind him.
"Alright, new rule." Mike proclaimed. "We can't switch the station, you can't make up any more rules, and we have to dance to the songs together."
"Just in the same room, right? Not really together?" I asked cautiously. He nodded. "Alright, lets boogie Newton."
I spoke too soon. As soon as the words left my mouth Fergie's 'Fergalicious' streamed through the speakers. While my face sank, Mike's lit up.
"I haven't had enough caffeine for this." I said awkwardly over the music. Mike just shook his head and dragged me to the center of the store. "Mike, I don't dance to this stuff."
"You have to. New rules remember."
I sighed loudly and started moving my hips around a little. I looked goofy and awkward, so I worked with it. I pulled out my best Chandler moves, pointing my fingers in the air and thrusting them back and fourth. Mike's loud laugh made me jump, which only made him laugh louder. My cheeks flushed a light shade of red, but I kept it up. I gave myself mental notes to not drink so much coffee in a day again. Obviously bad things happen to good people when I get caffeine.
"You are the worst dancer ever!" Mike said, happily running over and yanking my hands out of the air. "What the hell was that!?"
Driving home always made me kind of miss living at my old place. It was just so much closer than Edward's. I guess it was a small price to pay, and in all honesty the new living arrangement was working out perfectly. The worst part was the way my truck was puttering about nowadays. Its time was limited and I was heartbroken about the prospect of losing my big hump of rust, and to top it off, Edward was already looking at new cars to buy me. The man was absolutely incorrigible.
My birthday was in less than a week, and I was sure that if I didn't really put my foot down, I would end up with a new car. No way could I let that happen! I would rather take the bus than have a car that Edward bought for me, especially considering everything else he pays for.
"Bella?" Edward called from the living room as I entered the apartment. He turned the corner in the entry way and walked up, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. "You're late. I was getting worried."
I stared at the clock and then back at him. "I'm only ten minutes late."
"Still, I would feel better if you weren't driving your truck, that is about to break down, home so late at night." I followed him into the living room and plopped on the couch next to him. "How was work?"
"Pretty good actually." I said, a little surprised. "Mike and I closed. We had a small dance party while we worked."
"Oh really?" Edward said, pulling me over so I was straddling his lap. "I'm sure Mike enjoyed that a little too much."
"You bet he did!" I said excitedly. Edward stared at me, looking for further information. "I pulled out my best Chandler moves. It was brilliant. Oh! And I sang Bon Jovi! Just like when we played RockBand at Emmett's the other week."
Edward nodded happily and let out a small chuckle. "Well I'm sure Mike was impressed with your serious skills."
"He wasn't actually!" I said, shaking my head back and forth. "What did you do all day?"
"Work, and some other stuff." He said cryptically. "Did you eat anything yet?"
"No, and what other stuff?"
"Just stuff Bella, don't worry." Edward rose from the couch, still holding me to him, and walked into the kitchen. He placed me gently on the counter, before going over and rummaging through the fridge. "We have leftover spaghetti."
"No way!" I said, hopping down from the counter. "That's what Alice was eating when Jasper proposed. Get your own material Edward."
"You're right. What was I thinking?" He bonked his palm against his head. "Of course eating leftover spaghetti means that by the end of it we will be engaged."
"How about Wendy's! MMMM. That's sounds amazing!!!" I said enthusiastically. "Chicken nuggets with a frosty as my dipping sauce. Perfection."
Edward stared at me strangely. "That's incredibly specific. Alright, deep fried crap it is. You go shower, and I will go get the food. You want anything else?"
"No, just a nugget meal with a small frosty instead of a soda. No soda! Blah." I stuck my tongue out and contorted my face to emphasize my point.
"So you don't like soda now?" He asked as he grabbed his keys from the counter.
"I do, just right now it sounds gross." He walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "Thanks Edward. Love you."
"Not a problem, love. I'll be back soon."
With that he was out the door, off to get our food. I kicked my shoes off in the living room and made my way back to take a shower. That was another benefit to living here. The shower was amazing. It was nice to have it at my constant disposal, oh, and let's not forget that bed. I undressed and hopped in the shower, breathing in the steam rolling around me. I could stay in here for hours and not realize it.
After washing up I hopped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I made my way out to the living room and smelled my food that was waiting for me.
"FOOD!" I yelled, running full speed at an unsuspecting Edward with his back turned towards me. I wrapped my arms around him and he turned his head as he looked over his shoulder at me. "Thank you Edward!"
"You are a strange woman." He said simply, as I took my seat in front of the food with the frosty. "Yummy!"
"What did you want to do for your birthday?"
"Nothing would be great, thanks." I said as I dipped a chicken nugget into the frosty and took off a bite.
"Nothing." Edward sighed and shook his head. "Let me rephrase this. Is there anything in particular you want to do for your birthday or are you going to make me come up with everything?"
"Neither."
"Right. I will call Alice tomorrow then." Edward said with a smile, staring at me to see my reaction. I didn't even look his way.
"Well, tell her I said hi." I said as I now dipped my French fries in the frosty.
He let out a long sigh, and cringed at my frosty dunking, then ate his own food. We ate quickly, then went and cuddled on the couch. I was exhausted by now, as the caffeine started dissipating from my body, and barely kept my eyes open as Edward turned the channel to one of my designated channels. I cuddled closer to him, trying desperately to stifle the yawn that was trying to escape, but the damn thing escaped. Edward turned off the TV as soon as he heard it and stood in front of me. I stared up at him through squinted eyes before reaching my arms out like a little kid asking to be carried. He chuckled and complied.
I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck after he picked me up, bridal style, and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and went over to the drawers, pulling out sweats and a t-shirt. He set them down next to where I was lying on the bed. I just stared at them.
"Are you really going to make me dress you for bed?" He asked incredulously.
"No, I'm working on it." I said grumpily. I squinted my eyes at the clothes, then tried to will my arms into working. "My body doesn't want to move right now. I will just sleep in these clothes."
"No you won't." Edward walked to his side of the bed and crawled over to me.
"Edward you aren't undressing me." I warned. "That is just weird."
Edward sat up and took his shirt off, making my mind turn to mush. All coherent thoughts flew right out the door. I stared openly at the view in front of me, whimpering when he laid back down beside me, cutting his sculpted chest from my sight. My whimpering cut off abruptly as he started trailing kisses down my neck and unbuttoning my shirt at the same time.
"You really think it's weird to have me undressing you?" He asked seductively.
"This is different. The way I was thinking would have been weird." He placed kisses over every new open patch of skin with every button he undid. "This is not so weird."
Edward mumbled a soft 'mhmm' against my skin, continuing to kiss down the now freed skin. He peeled the shirt from my shoulders, taking a moment to pause and take in the view before he moved to unbutton my pants. He pulled them down my legs trailing kisses as he went. I thought I was about to die when he picked up the sweats and t-shirt he had brought over and tossed them to me.
"There, I did the hard part. All you have to do is slip on your shirt." I stared at him in shock. I grumbled grumpily as I slipped the shirt over my head, but disregarded the sweats. "What are you doing?"
"I don't want to wear sweats." I said, laying back down under the covers. "I'm feeling a little stuffy. The t-shirt will do for tonight."
"Whatever makes you more comfortable love." He said, sliding on his own pair of sweats and crawling into bed. He scooted up close behind me and held me close to him, trailing his hands down my bare legs.
"You can't be doing that all night." I said with a yawn.
"I can't help it." He whispered into my ear before giving my jaw a quick kiss. "Sleep now love."
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