Well, that was kinda cool. thanks for all the reveiws and alerts. hope this doesn't disappoint kiddies, i dislike this chapter quite a lot, but it's got important information in it...
CHAPTER TWO- Play Date.
Well. That was the world's worst playdate- it officially beat the play date Renee forced me to go on when I was seven. I'm not entirely sure they ever got all the money back, the kids thought it'd be funny to make me a piggy bank.
Anyway, the 'play' date. Jake took me to some fancy restaurant. All the tables were candlelit and I felt myself feel rather weary.
"Jacob Black, please explain." I said, my signature acidity drippng from every word. He glanced my way and hurridly said,
"It's our fiftieth play date, I thought I'd make it special." I rolled my eyes. Ony he would remember a silly total like that. So we sat there, eating and talking. Laguhing, enjoying. Then he said the five words I had hoped to never hear tumble from his mouth.
"I'm in love with you, Bella." Ok, well six, including my name. Besides the point. I started freaking out, Alice had warned me this would happen. But of course little ole me was just a tad oblivious on that matter. I thought the candy hearts I had swapped a life time of servitude for were just a tacky joke! But no. My second best friend, had foolishly fallen in love.
Of course I bailed on the date then; I wasn't one for confrontations nor arguments, and like a girl I ran off. No shame in that, I was born with a vag, giving me the right to do so.
Alice was startled when I arrived home early. She took one look at my face and managed to gather what was wrong. So she skipped off to the kitchen, whacked strawberries and liquor into the blender and served me a long glass full of 'I told you so'.
Then the questioning began. I felt like I was being pelted by rubber bullets. I was hurting. I shouldn't have run from the restaurant, I should have stayed and talked. By golly it would be an awkward conversation the next time I spoke to Jacob.
But I'll admit, the thing that scared me most was the possiblity of my friendship with him would be broken. There was always a constant pull towards him, like I was meant to be in his life- sounds stupid and corny but it felt right. But it was never meant as lovers. So I sat, and I sobbed on Alice's shoulders, as we drank the blues away.
At some point she chucked on a random DVD, and we fell back into the couch, not talking. After many years of good friendship Alice knew when to stop talking and to just let me mull over things in my mind. And so that's just what I did. I thought, and I thought. I thought about me, and Jake, and where that was going to go now. I had to silently giggle. Charlie would lose his bet to Billy; they were betting on the odds of me and Jacob moving past the 'just friends' thing. They didn't know I knew about the bet, and I was quite willing to keep it that way. But I still…he was my second best friend. A quiet snore pulled me out of my reverie, and I glanced over to find an Alice, arms dangling of the couch, fast asleep. I smiled then pulled out the pollaroid, snapping a quick pic of her, then scooped her up and put her to bed. It wasn't hard, she was so light. I then walked back to the lounge room, only to be given a metaphorical heart attack when I noticed someone else sitting in my seat.
"Hey, budge it."
"I love this movie, it's classic." He said, not moving. I flicked my eyes up to the screen.
"Ten things I hate about you?"I questioned, sitting on Alice's couch.
"Oh yes. I know it's more a chic flick, but it's still good." He said, passing over the remains of my third daquiri. Damn Alice made these strong.
"Bleh. HAH!" I yelled out, pointing to the screen "… so being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." I said in sync with Julia Stiles. "Oh god I love Kat, she has it spot on." I said, downing my drink. Edward twisted around to look at me.
"What makes you say that?"
"Puh-leaze Edward. Don't play innocent, you've death glared me since I waltzed into Alice's life." Whoops. Bad Bella, stupid alcohol.
"Didn't want you to get too involved." He mumbled.
"Why? Am I not good enough to hang around her huh?" I slurred out.
"Well, not really, I did see you with a freaking plastic cock shoved down your throat while you were blissfully trashed- not the life I wanted for my little sister."
"She's just as big an influence on me, as I was on her, sorry if you were too busy hating me to see that your little sister was never as innocent as you liked to think. And she's what, twenty something? Your just jealous that I'm closer to her than you are." I nodded my head, confirming to myself that yes, that's what I thought.
"Shove a sock in it- or rather a plastic cock in your case Bella." I felt the blush rising, as the rather sharp memory filled my hazy brain.
"You just wish it had been your cock, right Cullen, I mean your tally is what, zero?" I sneered. However I had the distinct feeling I might live to regret that one. Yep, definitely another moment where my pretty blue stilettoes should have been stuffed in my mouth.
That was enough for him. He stood up, and stalked off to the spare room. He paused, back still turned to me.
"It would have been easier if you had never met Alice, trust me on this one, it's better if we aren't friends Bella ." he whispered.And with that, he left, leaving me to feel rather confused. Well, at least up until the point I passed out anyway.
-Stiletto in Mouth Syndrome-
I awoke to a shriek, and a bang. Ahhh the blissful sounds of Alice running late, trying to shove on her five inch black strappy Jimmy Choos, as she hopped around in her black pencil skirt. The image of her performing her 'getting ready for work' dance made me smirk.
"Don't bother smirking, your late too." His voice rang out silkily, as the teaspoon clinked against the mugs.
"Shit shit shit shit shit." I said, stumbling up quickly. I glanced at the clock, we had to leave in five minutes. "Oh fuck, I can't afford to be late again." I glanced up to see Edward peering down at me. "What Cullen?" he shrugged his shoulders.
"Have you always had a potty mouth?" He asked conversationally. I couldn't be bothered with this right now. I raced into my bedroom, and quickly pulled on a black pair of pants, and a clean white shirt. Giving myself a once over, I deemed my makeup still decent, leaving my hair to be quickly chucked up in a ponytail. Now for shoes…
"Alice, where are my work heels?" I called.
"You left them at work, wear the ankle boots." She yelled back. Poor girl was probably trying to work out how to coordinate her ipod to her skirt. I slipped on my heeled boots, and ran out, scooping up my laptop into my handbag, just as Alice came in juggling her purse, camera and several catalogues. The top two from her pile slipped to the floor and without thinking I bent over to pick them up.
Riiiiiiiiiiip.
Please god, kill me. It would be much more merciful than this.
"Gee Bella, never quite picked you as a lacy boy shorts girl, I thought you'd wear tighty whities." Edward managed to choke out through his chuckles. Damn those rich, sweet chuckles, the ones that make women melt into a pile of goo…Oh for the love of all that's holy, he's a prick.
Clutching the remains of my dignity I stalked back to my room , pulling off the boots and the pants, and swept on an A-line skirt and heels with ribbons that wrapped their way up my calf. Satisfied with my effort, I walked back out to the giggling pair, picked up my bag and stormed out of the apartment, without marring my dramatic departure with a trip to the ICU.
I stepped into the elevator, ignoring Alice's calls for me to hold it. Once the metal doors closed I leant back against the mirror, groaning.
Twice, in the space of three days I mangaed to fully humilate myself. And I don't quite remember what I said last night, but knowing me, I'm sure I said something I shouldn't have. Awesome. I so did not feel like working right now.
The elevator rang out, and the doors slid open. I jumped about two feet in the air when a very annoyed Alice stood there, tapping her Jimmy Choos on the slate floor.
"how'd you get down the stairs so fast."
"I flew." She said sarcastically. Man that hurt. Oh well, she started it.
We walked to work, it was only two blocks from where we lived. Of course she walked with such poise and grace, I looked like a bloody donkey as I walked beside her, stumbling over the flat concrete. But oh well, I guess that's how its always been.
"Bella?"
"Mmm?"
"Can you and Edward act a little bit more civil towards eachother, its getting on my nerves to have my BFF and my brother constantly at each other's throats." I sighed, of all the things she had to ask.
"But Alice…" I whined. I did not want to be friends with that jerk. Well I guess he wasn't a total asshole, I mean he seemed to be reasonable to everyone else…
"Bella, please; you love me like a sister right?" I grumbled again, I hated it when she used that line.
I nodded, my jaw snapped shut.
"I'll try Alice, but I will retaliate if he starts." She gleefully shrieked, pulling me into a tight hug. With out height difference, this action sent us both tumbling to the floor.
She smiled sheepishly at me, and just like that the ice melted and we were BFF's all over again.
-Stiletto in Mouth Syndrome-
"So Bella, who would that dashing hunk of meat be, you know the one that caught you bottoms up to the plastic cock?" Oh god, Jessica, must you speak now? My head was killing me, and my neck felt stiff. Not to mention I was struggling to come up with next months article, and deal with Jake at the same time.
But of course she wouln't let it go. So I turned to her, rolling my eyes at her.
"That would be Alice's older brother, not a piece of meat, don't bother, Alice will rip your throat out if you try to date him."
"Sounds like your just hoarding him for yourself."she sneered . I had to laugh. Putting as much sarcasm into my voice I replied with,
"Yeah, I want Edward all to myself, so I can tie him up and store him in my closet, so I can put my mouth skills to good use."
"Well a bloke can't argue with that now can he." Oh great, kill me now. I turned to see Edward perched on my desk, plastic bag in hand. He noticed me looking at the bag, and held it up. "I'm here on Alice's orders, she wanted your opinion on her fashion picks and I quote, 'would you please re-read my article and put your sparkly oomph into it', end quote." Ah, of course. Alice could piece together a great outfit, but her and words clashed frequently. I nodded, chuckling when I caught sight of Jessica drooling shamelessly.
"Say, Edward," Oh god, now she was walking our way, sashaying her hips like she had spastic hip movements. Hell this girl was a ditz by nature.
"No thanks, your not my type." And with that he left. Jessica frowned.
"How did he reject me without me finishing my sentence?" she asked me, to which I shrugged.
"Don't look at me. That would be the most complex male in the history of men, I will never understand him."I snapped. I slunked over my desk, half heartedly browsing through the bag. i couldn't catch a break with that boy. There we have it- my official tally of idiotic stunts in front of Edward now equalled three.
