"C'mon, Edward!" I jumped up, pulling him along. "Where's the nearest Supermarket?" I asked, suddenly quite excited. Maybe this was the change I needed.
"Just down the road? Why?" he asked, confused. "I have to grab something. Let's go before dinner!" I practically squealed and he led the way.
"Do I want to know what's brought on this excitement? Or should I be scared?" he asked as I pulled his sluggish body along.
"No! It's a surprise!" I laughed as we reached the supermarkets doors. "Oh," he said in realisation. Great, he's figured it out. There goes my fun. "We're getting underwear aren't we?" he smirked.
I punched him in the arm. "Don't make me laugh, Edward," I grinned and told him to wait while I shopped. I payed my ten dollars and caught up with Edward who was playing with his phone.
He looked up and tried to peek in my bag but I held it away. "Nice try. Let's go before it gets dark," I said and he led me to the car. I watched the trees fly past the window and leant on the cool glass. My eyes began to slowly fall before I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Edward was in my dream, brushing Ares and whispering to him. He heard Duchess's hooves on the concrete and spun around to look at me. "Hey, gorgeous," he smiled and leant over, his lips lightly touching mine before he brushed the hair from my face.
Edward wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "Are you coming for a ride with me in the afternoon?" he asked sweetly and I nodded before my dream was interrupted.
"Bella," Edward whispered from my right. "Bella, we're home," he sighed, shaking me slightly. I opened my eyes to see Edward's handsome face in front of mine, a small smirk playing on his lips.
I jumped in shock and he stood back, awkwardly rubbing his neck with his palm. "We'll have to find out where you're staying. There are not many places that have free beds," he smiled.
You see, Grandma and Grandpa run a sort of get away resort where people basically enjoy the country and ride the horses or use the speed boats on the lake. They made a lot of money through the business and I often stayed to help out as a kid.
There were two tennis courts, two pools, a hot tub, four ponds, an airstrip, a bar and so much more. Our family had been running it for over fifty years and I had a feeling that my older brother would be taking over as soon as he could. He definitely wasn't a city boy; he loved it in the country.
There were buildings scattered around the property with one large kitchen next to the lake and that was where all main meals were held. There was a large table and many chairs and never a shortage of food. The property could comfortably fit forty people sleeping at a time and if you wanted to stay you had to book at least a year in advance.
Edward walked me into Grandma's kitchen but she was nowhere to be seen so we walked to the dining area. A few people were already crowding eagerly for an amazing meal cooked by my grandmother who was famous for her delicious food.
Dinner didn't even start for an hour.
Grandma smiled at us from behind the serving area. "Bella, go change and Edward stay here to help out, you can eat now if you want," she offered and his face lit up like a little boy on Christmas. Oh, I know that feeling.
"Hey Grandma, do you think I could invite my new friend Alice over for dinner?" I asked, putting on the puppy dog face.
"Yes, dear, no problem at all but you might want to call her now," she smiled before turning to her food. Grandma was like that. When she turned to her food you knew the conversation was over. No questions.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and leant on one of the tall poles holding up the roof.
"Hey Bella! What's up?" Alice's cheery voice said through my phone.
"Oh, I just wanted to know if you wanted to come for dinner?" I asked.
"Oooh! Yes, of course! Do you mean now? Where do you live?" she squealed.
"On Black Ranch and Resort," I told her and she gasped.
"Oh! The woman who cooks there is the best! Her food is to die for!" she moaned and I laughed at her.
"Speaking of dying, do you know how to dye hair?" I asked, whispering the last bit so Edward didn't hear but he was too busy helping with the salads.
"Oh, yeah. I dye my mum's all the time," she said and I sighed in relief.
"Okay, well, come right over then," I said and we said goodbye before I grabbed my things from the Ford, including my hair dye and took them into the kitchen.
Alice pulled up out the front in a spunky little blue Mazda 3. She practically ran to me and gave me a massive hug even if we'd only been apart for about half an hour.
We huddled into my grandparent's bedroom where we did the big process of dying my hair before I flicked the TV on for Alice while I had a shower.
I walked out the bathroom wrapped in a towel and Alice gasped, her hand covering her mouth. Oh, god it must look really bad and I don't have any blonde dye! Edward's going to think I'm a freak!
"You look beautiful, Bella!" she whispered and I looked in the mirror across the room to see my now mahogany hair. Holy shit, why did I ever turn blonde? Oh, right. L.A
"Oh, my god," I muttered and walked closer to the mirror, admiring my new hair. "I'll let you get dressed," Alice said, leaving a bag of clothes on the bed. There was a pretty blue floral skirt inside with a white long sleeved top, a charm bracelet, a locket, a light brown belt and the cowgirl boots I had tried on.
I brushed my hair and blow dried it before walking out to see Alice who was eating the cookie on a plate in the kitchen.
"Edward won't know what hit him!" she laughed and I blushed.
"I'm not doing it for Edward," I squeaked.
She raised an eyebrow and told me sarcastically to keep thinking that.
Grandma almost dropped the jug of gravy she was holding when I walked into the dining area. "Bella!" she stuttered. "Your hair is brown again!" she smiled, placing the mint coloured jug on the counter and began playing with the long strands of my hair.
EPOV
"You should've seen these two girls walking down here before, totally stunning. They were absolutely gorgeous!" Jasper sighed, helping some old man get his spaghetti.
He better not be talking about Bella. Jasper can fuck off. Best friends or not, he wasn't getting her. "What colour was their hair?" I spat out, grinding my teeth.
"Brown," he smiled. "One had long wavy hair and the other had it cropped short," Okay, not Bella then. I felt happy for Jasper. Maybe he had found a possible girlfriend.
"I didn't talk to them, I was too nervous," he muttered the last part. It was obvious that Jasper had confidence issues, he always had. He was just a generally shy person.
"The little, spiky haired on was so pretty, Edward. I've seen her once in town before and I guess I always felt intimidated, you know?" he sighed.
Oh, I know, I definitely know. Hanging around, Bella all day typically made you feel like that.
"If she comes to get food, I'll try and talk to her," he stated more to convince himself then me, I assume.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a girl with long, flowing brown hair who had her back faced to me. She was skinny but not anorexic and was wearing a pretty outfit I slightly recognised.
Alice stood next to her laughing at something she'd said and she pointed right at me. Crap. I've been caught. Oh, shit. I tried to look busy by putting some pasta in a bowl and I heard the tingle of Bella's beautiful laugh, causing my head to snap up.
Bella's beautiful heart shaped face was framed by thick, wavy brown locks as she smiled at me, sneakily.
And I stopped breathing.
BPOV
Edward went a pale white before the hand he had holding glass bowl let go and the bowl smashed directly onto the ground, causing everybody to stare at him.
I ran over to him as he tried to fix the mess, quickly and quietly. "Hey," I muttered, weakly, pushing my hair behind my shoulder. Clearly he didn't like it at all. Jesus; he dropped a bowl because he hated it that much.
Usually confident Edward was a bumbling mess, trying to clean up the glass shards but I put my hands over his and he became still, his breathing stopping.
"Calm down," I sighed and his head flicked up so his eyes locked into mine. He looked at my hair before he lifted his hand up and touched the long strands of my hair.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, looking right at my eyes. I willed my mouth to move, to thank him, to giggle, to do anything but it remained still, falling slightly open. My cheeks flushed with heat and I looked down.
"Surprise," I squeaked out like a pubescent boy. Great job, Bella. Just made yourself look like an idiot.
He smirked, pushing the glass into a dust pan and offered his hand for me to get up. I placed my hand dainty in his and he gently pulled me up.
He disposed of the glass in a plastic bucket and turned to me. "You know, Bella, I think you're missing a hat for that country outfit," he winked, pulling his black one off and placing it on my head.
For the first time, I saw his copper locks as they fell out, resting on his face. They were an odd colour. Copper yet red, red yet brown. To say the least, his hair was mesmerising and I couldn't stop staring. The ends poked out like he'd just woken up and he ran his hand through his hair, desperately trying to tame it.
"Bella," Grandma squawked, flapping her arms around. "Do something productive!" I glanced quickly at Alice but she seemed enthralled by a young man with curly blonde hair and a charming smile. Her hand was sitting innocently enough on his chest as they talked in the corner.
I think she'll be okay for a minute or two.
Edward grabbed a knife from the bench and handed it to me with a cucumber. He held his own knife, expertly cutting the tomatoes like he had been doing it since he was born. "Do you cook much?" I asked Edward as he continued chopping.
"Most days," he replied, throwing the slices into a bowl and began ripping the lettuce leaves apart.
"Jasper and Alice seem to be enjoying themselves," he chuckled throwing a glance at the pair chatting away. I laughed at his comment.
"At least they aren't making out because then we'd probably have to intervene," I snorted. What can I say? I'm a lady like woman. I threw my cucumber slices into the bowl of tomatoes and lettuce and Edward put some dressing on it before setting it over on the salad bar.
After I could see that everybody was seated, I grabbed my own bowl and filled it with Grandma's spaghetti. Edward had already eaten so I didn't expect him to grab anything but his bowl was almost double mine.
He walked to the end of the long table and placed his bowl down across from a beautiful blonde girl sitting alone. She was an amazing looking girl, blonde hair falling to her waist, sharp blue eyes watching our every move and a figure most girls would kill for.
Edward patted the space next to him and I sat down, staring down the model in front of me. She looked at me, indifferently, clearly not caring what looks I gave her.
"Hey Rose," Edward smiled at her and she smiled back at him. Game on, biatch.
"Bella Swan?" she asked, raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow. I nodded. I seem to be getting a lot of this lately. "Rosalie Hale, it's so nice to see you again," she grinned, holding her hand out.
I shook it so I didn't look rude even though I really didn't because I did not like this Rosalie girl at all. "We went to elementary school together," she smiled waiting for me to perk up and be all OMG I remember you!
Sorry to disappoint but I'm pretty sure I've never seen or heard of a Rosalie Hale in my life.
"We used to have play dates every weekend? No? Don't remember that? What about playing in the creek?" she asked. I looked at her blankly. I sort of wanted to remember this Rosalie Hale but I couldn't recall anything.
"Rose King?" she asked as a final try.
Bingo.
Rose King and I used to be best friends when I was about seven, playing hopscotch, Barbies, hula-hooping and horse riding whenever we got the chance.
When I moved away, I guess I sort of forgot about her. I don't know how but since I moved, I haven't even thought about her and the name rose regarded a flower.
I jumped up from the table and practically ran over and wrestled her into a hug.
"How many years has it been?" I squealed as Edward rolled his eyes at me and Rose giggled.
"About twelve," she said sadly.
I walked to back to my seat, eager to hear about her life since I had left.
"Rosalie Hale? Where did the Hale come from?" I asked.
Her face when hard and stony, her eyes briefly closing, she shook slightly and opened them again.
"My parents died in a car accident, Bells. I live with my Aunty and Uncle now," she whispered, her eyes watering slightly but she quickly wiped away the tears.
Now I feel bad for calling her a biatch in my head.
I pushed my hand over the table to touch hers and her face softened considerably. Edward was trying desperately to calm her down, whispering it was okay reminding her how happy she was with her aunty and uncle.
The King's were a really kind couple, helping whenever they could. Mrs King constantly baked us cookies and Mr King taught us how to play guitar. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the sadness from their deaths.
Why had nobody told me this?
"Still riding, Rose?" I asked, trying to change the subject for her sake and my own.
She began telling me about her horse, Dame and how she had named her when I left because she thought a dame and a duchess were the same thing.
Conversation flowed freely from there on and was only interrupted by Jasper and Alice's entrance to the table. They seemed to be glowing, their faces happy and they couldn't keep their eyes off each other.
It also turns out that Rosalie had no interest what so ever in Edward and they were actually just really good friends.
"Bella!" a booming male voice called from far away. My older brother Emmet was standing near the salad bar, waving like an idiot at me.
He practically ran over and scooped me up in his arms, crushing me to his rock hard body. "Em! I've missed you so much!" I laughed, my arms hugging around his waist.
Emmet sat down next to Rosalie who looked completely flustered by his good looks. I knew he was good looking; I've had many a friend try to get with him before
Edward glared at Emmet across the table and I saw a slight vein appear on his temple. He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close to his body, protectively.
Not that I was complaining.
Feel free to do this whenever Edward.
Emmet looked at Edward with a look that was mighty scary and I almost felt worried for Edward.
Unlike the sad stories of my L.A friends and Emmet, Em seemed interested in Rosalie, smiling at her and kissing her on the hand.
Excuse me, I have to throw up.
I didn't need to see that.
"How are mum and dad holding up without me?" I asked Emmet.
Edward seemed to relax when I said this, glancing at Em and then back at me.
Emmet laughed.
"They were glad to get rid of you!" he cackled.
So I threw some of my pasta at him.