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Chapter 2: The Invite
It's been a while since Edward kissed me. I mentioned it to Jake, casually of course. He took it well. Too well. It didn't faze him at all, really. I think his response was, "Yeah, Edward kissed you? On the forehead? What a pansy! Who kisses a girl on the forehead? That's what your mother is for."
Yeah, thanks for the concern Jake…
So, like I said, it's been a while since the kiss. After talking to Jake, I made up my mind that I was thinking way too much about it and it was most likely nothing. In all honesty, if Edward had felt anything for me in a non-best friend way he would have tried something. That's just Edward. Not the type to play it nice. There would have been an invitation for drinks after work, way too many drinks, and a move made that would have gotten any other man slapped, but for some reason always worked for Edward. I know the routine. I've seen it go down more times than I should have. Still, knowing it was nothing hasn't quite gotten it out of my head. I know its wrong to fantasize over a completely innocent kiss from your husband's best friend, but sad to say, that innocent kiss has been the highlight of the last six months of my love life. Don't get me wrong, the sex is still good with Jake. We still know where everything goes and how to get it there…. Sorry, hold on….
"Hello?"
"Hey, what you doing right now?"
Funny, speak of the devil…
"Nothing babe, what's up?"
"I need you to do me a favor. Meet Edward at his shop in an hour, I need you to pick up something for me."
"Umm... I need to get the boys in 30 minutes and Edward's shop is all the way across town. Can you get your stuff on your way home?"
"No, Bella. I cannot get my stuff on my way home. I have things to do when I get home. Just stop by there before you get the boys. They will be fine until you get there."
"Fine, Jake. What do you need me to pick up?"
"Edward will have it ready for you, just be there in an hour."
"Sure…"
"Hello?"
"Jake?"
You're welcome! LOVE YOU, TOO!
Ungh.. Sorry. So anyway, we still know how to put things where they go. Shit, I have to run. I tried to liven things up a little. I've gotten some really hot stuff from the things I read on the internet. I even asked Jake to spank me, you know, 'cause that sounds kind of hot when you read about it. It's not. Not only did it hurt like hell, but Jake's hands are just too big. The whelp covered not only my ass, but half my thigh. Not fun. Hurt. Won't ask him to do that again. Besides, he complained about my whining afterward. He didn't even offer to help when I was rubbing lotion all over my ass. He just looked at me like I was a freak rubbing lotion on their ass. It ruined the mood. So, that was a fail. But I kept trying. We moved our love making to the attic one night. I don't know why, for some reason we both thought it might be like a field trip or something. Hell, whatever, another fail. Jake bumped his head on one of the beams and nearly woke the boys up cussing into the attic floor. It would have been funny if I didn't think the boys would freak out hearing their ceiling yelling profanities. In any event, if my knees weren't hurting from the unfinished floors, I would have been laughing. Defeated, we climbed down from the attic and went to sleep. Oh, hold on…
"Hey Angela!"
"Hey Bella, would it be ok if the boys stayed over tonight? They are having a lot of fun with Gavin and Kennan. I can bring them home in the morning."
"Sure, I don't mind. I'll bring their bags over later. I need to run by Edward's shop and pick something up for Jake."
"Oh, you're going to see Edward? That's funny, he was just asking about…"
"Asking about?"
"Nothing, he was over yesterday and was asking Ben something. I didn't hear all of it, but I heard your name come up. Ben won't tell me, says it was 'man things, woman'. I love it when he calls me woman!"
"Ok… Glad to know my boys are staying there tonight. They better not come home calling me 'woman'!"
"Ha! Ha! I'll do my best to keep Ben away!"
"You do that, I'll see you soon!"
"Bye!"
I love Angela. So, no boys tonight. Interesting. Whatever am I going to do? Maybe I can convince Jake to take me out to dinner? SHIT, I really have to run!
I hate traffic! People don't think small towns have traffic. They do. Small towns come with two lane roads. Two lane roads come with slow ass drivers, people who think a tractor is an acceptable mode of transportation, bicyclist, and mile long back ups when someone gets in a fender-bender. OH MY GOD, JUST GIVE HIM YOUR INSURANCE INFORMATION ALREADY. YOU'RE NEIGHBORS FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
Finally, I've made it to Edward's shop. It's nice. He bought the old fire-station and left it pretty much gutted out. The two story red brick building has been in Forks since the 1950s. It's full of that old town charm, he even left the station number on the storefront, FS 001. Ha! Like there is ever going to be an FS 002! That's the name of his shop, FS 001. I know, weird name for a tattoo shop, but I promise you it is the coolest thing in this town. The sharp ding of the fire bell rings as I walk through the door.
"Hey Bells! Give me a minute, I'm almost finished up here."
"Take your time."
He's bent over a very, very large, shirtless, hairy man. He has that serious look on his face. That one were his eyes are tense and focused and his mouth is just slightly open. His tongue is just barely poking out and rubbing against his bottom lip. He looks great. I know I shouldn't be looking, but his burnt out blue T-shirt is just a little too tight to not look. His sleeve is covering most of the pinup girl on his right bicep, but you can see her long legs and red stilettos crossing right below the hem. Jake teased me when he got the tattoo right after high school and told me she looked like me. I don't see it. My boobs would suffocate me if they were that large and pushed up that far.
I take a seat in what was once a barber chair and start pushing the pump down with my foot so I could feel tall for a change. This is, by far, my favorite chair in the world. Edward finishes up and comes over, twirling my chair. I giggle like an idiot because it's fun to be tall and twirling. You get it, right? He stops my twirling when I come back around to face him. His hands are on either side of the chair and he is leaning in toward me with an amused smile on his face. He smells really good. He always smells really good. Once my head has stopped spinning from my tall twirling, he steps back a little. I take a minute to let the sweet cinnamon and burnt firewood smell that is distinctly Edward clear from my head.
"Jake wanted me to pick something up for him."
"Yeah, it's upstairs in my office. My lady?"
He just offered me his arm. Bent at the elbow, all gentlemen like. Freak!
"Lead the way."
He smirks at me when I don't take his arm right away. Who are we kidding? I have to take it. Those stairs are a death trap. I've nearly fallen to my death at least 27 times. Really. 27 times. There is a sign in his shop that says, "Number of times Bella's fallen down the stairs". It has those flippy numbers on it they use for score boards at little league games. The current count is 27. So, I grab his arm and he leads me up the stairs.
"So what is it I'm picking up?"
"Jake didn't tell you?"
"If Jake told me, would I be asking you? He didn't tell me anything, just to be here in an hour. Sorry I'm late by the way. Traffic."
"Don't worry about it. I'm not in any rush."
"No plans tonight? I thought you'd be out with Jessica again."
"Oh, hell no. Did I not tell you what that skank tried to get me to do? Now, I like the freaky shit as much as the next guy, but that girl is gross. I don't do that."
"What did she want from you? And, oh my God, is there really something you don't do?"
"Bells, baby, I can't even tell you. You're much to good to hear such filth."
"Wow, that bad huh? I'm sorry, I thought you liked her."
"No, she was just something to pass the time. Definitely not the one."
"Not the one? You're looking for the one?"
"Always looking. We all can't be as lucky as Jake, now can we?"
SEE! It is shit like this that makes me blush and think about forehead kisses!
"Ha! No, I guess not. Speaking of which, the boys are staying at Angela and Ben's tonight. I was going to ask Jake to take me somewhere. A date! A real, living, breathing date!"
"You talked to Angela today?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason. So, a date? I don't think Jake is going to be taking you out on a date tonight."
"Why not?"
Oh. Because, I'm picking up a freaking fishing rod.
"Jake is going fishing tonight?"
"No, Jake is going fishing all weekend."
"What? He didn't say anything to me about it. When did you two decide you're going fishing all weekend?"
"We two didn't decide. Jake is going with Paul and Embry. I just told him he could have the rod delivered to my shop."
"Man! I can't believe he didn't say anything to me. I mean, he doesn't need my permission, but notice would have been nice. The whole weekend? Crap! I really didn't see myself being all alone tonight."
"He should have talked to you about it. Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah, I guess. I'm fine, this just really sucks."
"It doesn't have to suck. I was taking the night off anyway, Emmett should be here by now. You've, no doubt, had a long day at work. The boys are at Angela's and Jake is getting ready to head out. Why don't we drop the rod by your place and go have drinks."
Go have drinks? So call me completely paranoid, but do you guys see that look on his face? That "I'm completely innocent, but look like sin personified" look on his face? Do I want to have drinks with Edward?
Fishing for the weekend.
"You know what, yes. Yes, I want to go have some drinks."
Why the fuck not?