I am not Stephanie Meyer, unfortunately. None of these characters truly belong to me, no matter how much I wish they did. So don't sue me.
Chapter Two: A Proposal
Spring break seemed ages away, even if it was only on Saturday. Tuesday dragged into Wednesday. And Wednesday dragged on as long as it could until Thursday came along. That morning when I got into Edwards shiny Volvo, there was a sort of tense feeling in the air. My Edward was looking all nervous and kind of like he was about to puke.
"Um, what's wrong with you this fine spring morning?" I asked, trying to break the suffocating silence.
"I have… something I want to tell you." He said, not looking me in the eye.
"Oh god. You're pregnant. Don't tell me it's Jasper's baby!" I joked, trying to ease the tension. Edward didn't really respond, so I took it as a sign to shut up and listen to him.
"Well," He started, letting out a shaky sigh, "you know we'll be having both our houses to ourselves the next two weeks." I nodded. Oh boy did I know. I was kind of hoping things would, erm, progress a little during that time.
'Honestly Bella, I don't get why you and Edward haven't had sex yet." Rosalie said sincerely as she sifted through a clothing rack full of dresses.
'Same,' Alice chimed in, looking through a display of bikinis. 'Not that I'm trying to advertise my brother here, but he's completely hot for you.'
'Yeah, plus, you guys practically fuck each other in the back of the room in every friggen class you have.' Rosalie added, to which I involuntarily blushed.
'Hey, I haven't objected to it, but the topic just hasn't come up between us.' I said defensively from my chair in the corner of the store.
'Whatever. The dude looks like he'd be a great fucker.' Rosalie said casually.
'Rose!' Alice and I shouted in unison.
"Right, so as I was saying…" Edward continued, pulling me out of my flashback. "I was thinking maybe… I mean, not to rush you or pressure you or anything… but I mean, if you wanted to I wouldn't object… just don't want you to think I'm pushing you…"
"Out with it boy!" I said, growing a little annoyed with his nervous rambling.
"I wanna have sex. With you." He blurted out oh-so elegantly. Silence hung in the air for a good thirty seconds. Edward was getting redder in the face with each tick of the second hand on his watch. It would be adorable if it weren't just awkward.
"That was romantic." I finally said.
"I'll take that as a no…"
"No! I mean, no, it's not a no… but it's not really a yes either." I explained. "I just don't want to make a big deal about it or anything. I mean, like, don't put out rose petals in your room and write down or your calendar "de-virginizing day" or something like that."
"De-virginaizing sounds like deactivating, which sounds like we'll blow up." Edward said with a grin, his blush finally fading. "And I wrote that on my calendar already, so you can stop complaining. The deed is done."
"Oh really, and what date might that be?"
"I was thinking Sunday night, I might take you to my empty house and deactivate you." He said, grinning like an idiot.
"Yeah, well, we'll see about that." I said, grinning back at him. Edward just shook his head, that smile still plastered on his face, and pulled out into the road.
"What the hell are you guys grinning about?" Alice asked as Edward and I sat down at the lunch table.
"Nothing," I replied, while Rosalie narrowed her eyes at me as if she could read my mind that way.
"Oh my god! I know!" Alice squealed loudly, causing Jasper to wince beside her. "You guys decided that you would come to senior prom!"
"Oh please Alice." I rolled my eyes. "I really want to go to prom wearing some ball gown, get horribly drunk, go to a hotel and lose my virginity in a room full of other Forks seniors doing the same thing."
"Sounds good to me." Edward said, earning a high five from Emmett.
"Hey, Rosie Ass, maybe we should do that this year!" Emmett suggested. "I think it would spice things up a little for us." Rosalie just rolled her eyes at him.
We spent the rest of lunch making jokes about the people who probably would do those types of things, until Emmett took it too far and was chased out of the cafeteria by an angry Rose just as the bell rang.
That night when I got home I started thinking about Edward and me. And what Alice and Rosalie had said. And what I wanted. And what Edward wanted. And whether it was the right time or not.
Thank God tomorrow is Friday.
