Chapter 2: Reunion

I'm only borrowing Stephenie's world. Please no sue.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Angela's pov

I parked my Neon in front of the big white house, and approached the door tentatively. I prayed that I would be well-received. I had barely knocked when the door flew open, and there stood the magnificent Edward, framed in the doorway. He regarded me in shock, then a delighted smile dawned upon his face.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't Angela Weber, as I live and breathe! How wonderful to see you! Bella? Come to the door! You'll never guess who's here!" While Edward was saying all this, he gripped both my hands in his own, and kissed me on the cheek, and gave me a squeeze around the middle. I knew I was grinning like an idiot, and the tears were threatening to flow. Then Bella was there, squashing the heck out of me, and doing a little dance, jumping up and down. She backed up to have a look at me, grinning her face off.

That's when I got a good look at her. I looked, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Bella was different. Her pale skin and glossy hair were flawless, and her eyes... her eyes were disconcerting. They were not brown, they were amber, like Edward's. I quickly masked my shock. What on earth had happened to her? She looked just like the Cullens.

Edward chuckled, "Well, are you going to stand on the stoop all day, or are you going to come in and have a nice chinwag with us? We're not going to eat you!"

I ducked my head and smiled a little, and let the pair of them pull me inside. Edward took my sweater, and Bella pulled me into the Cullen's living room and steered me onto a couch. She and Edward sat opposite me. She leaned into him and tucked her feet up under her on the seat. I drank in the sight of them. I was so relieved to be warmly welcomed.

"You two haven't aged a day," I marvelled. They looked well and happy, and relaxed. They were so fortunate. I couldn't believe how good Bella looked, and how graceful. Marriage had obviously done her good.

"It's so lovely to see you Ang, I have missed you so much," Bella enthused.

"Me, too!" I said a little thickly.

"It's so good of you to come. How are you doing? And how is Ben? I would have thought to see a ring on that finger by now." Edward looked at me expectantly, teasing a little.

"Oh," I gulped, "I'm not too bad, I guess, but Ben and I, we... aren't together anymore." I could not meet their eyes, they were both looking at me in shock, and then they exchanged a glance.

"What do you mean!" Edward demanded, "Ben was always crazy about you, and you were crazy about him, too."

"Apparently not," I gulped again, "Ben left me on my birthday in April. I told him I was interested in marriage, and he chose the party to escape me." I tried to joke, and still ended up sounding shaky.

"Oh, Ang, how awful. I'm so sorry." Bella reached forward and patted my hand. I looked up at her and the tears spilled over.

"It's not getting any easier. I miss him and I've missed you. I wanted to talk to you, and it was like God heard me, because while I was at the Port, I ran into Charlie and Renesmee, and he told me you were here."

Bella and Edward both looked a little guilty. "Well, I'm glad you came. I will always be here if you need me. I'm sorry I didn't keep up. I've missed you too." Bella smiled at me consolingly. I glanced at Edward. Then I shrank back a little, shocked.

Edward was leaning toward me a little, glaring blackly. "Do you mean to tell me that Ben Cheney dumped you on your 21st birthday?" I nodded, and the tears spilled over again. Edwards eyes flickered down angrily, and then they met mine again. "Where is he?"

"Mike mentioned that he is back in the residence he lives in at Washington State," I said. Edward stood up so fast that I didn't see him move. I sat back a bit, surprised. Bella and I watched as Edward moved angrily over to a side table, where he retrieved a set of car keys from the drawer.

"Where are you going in my car, Mr. Cullen?" Bella asked.

"I'm going to talk to that sappy date," he snarled, "And if he doesn't see sense about throwing away this little angel, I am going to break his face."

"Don't kill him, love!" Bella called after her husband.

Edward turned around and smiled his crooked smile at her. "I'll do my best," he said, "But you've got to admit it's tempting." With that, Edward blew a kiss to his wife and winked at her and saluted me. It reminded me of Cary Grant, the way he moved. I smiled a little. A couple of seconds later, I saw a black Ferrari tear down the drive at top speed, tires squealing. I stared out the wall of glass curiously.

"Okay, Ang. 'Fess up. I want to know everything."

"Well, so do I. Especially why you didn't tell me about Renesmee."

Bella looked at me calculatingly. "Yes, alright. But you first. What happened between you and Ben?"

"It was a misunderstanding. It's a long story." I cringed a little. Bella regarded me patiently.

"I've got all the time in the world," she smiled.