Chapter 2- Edward Cullen, EMT
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Edward❜s POV:
I woke up to my iPhone ringing loudly, daring me to pick up. I looked at the caller ID, groaning internally. Alice.
Don❜t get me wrong, Alice is a nice girl, but she has this shopping problem. She❜s always insisting (more like forcing) on taking Jasper, Emmett, and I to one store or another for clothes I don❜t need. Oh, well. Her heart❜s in the right place.
Regretfully, I picked up my phone. ❝Good morning, sunshine! How did you sleep? Are you dressed yet? I can pick you up in my 911 Turbo if you want...please can I?❞ the little pixie said in one breath. Before I could answer, Alice continued, ❝Be ready in 20 minutes!❞. Then she hung up.
Figuring it❜s better to wake up now than have Alice walk in my apartment, start yelling at me to get up, and blare music from my stereo. I speak from experience. I got out of bed, put on a white t-shirt, and went to make myself some black coffee. The breakfast of champions, I thought dryly to myself.
After I finished that I took a steamy shower. I haven❜t been sleeping well since they switched shifts at my paramedic station in downtown NYC, and the burning water helped with this ache in my back that was driving me insane, then turned the water off, and dried myself with my crappy towels. Note to self: ask Alice which stores were good for buying towels that last longer that a week. Got it.
Finally somewhat dry, I walked over to my handkerchief-sized closet (normal New York-sized) and randomly picked out a pair of jeans, and my college football t-shirt. Then I picked up my shoes and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once that was finished I remembered the issue of my hair. It was a tangled mess, bronze locks going every direction, some of them curly and others poker straight. Quickly dismissing my attempt to put it in a slightly orderly fashion, I just ran my hand through it, which probably just messed it up more. While waiting for Alice, I mindlessly paced around the room.
First off, let me just say I❜m not usually this key-up. Why was I acting like a mental patient, you ask? I was worried about meeting Bella Swan. Even her name is beautiful. I❜m also not usually this obsessed with women. In fact, most drive me crazy to various degrees. But Bella❜s different. How do I know this, you ask?
Well, I have my connections (*insert crooked grin here). Emmett and Jasper told me some things about her. And no, I❜m not a stalker. They❜re the one❜s that supplied information, and cultivated my imagination. After Jasper listed all the great things about her, from her selflessness, stubbornness, and sweetness (and Emmett ringing in every two minutes with a ❝She❜s single!❞), I finally asked why Emmett (who was also single at the time. Now he❜s with some chick named Rachelle. No, that doesn❜t sound right. Was her name Rachel? Dammit, I need to learn people❜s names) didn❜t just ask her out. That earned be a slap upside the head from Jasper, followed by Emmett: ❝No way, dude! That would be like kissing my sister!❞ I hope we can at least be friends.
I❜m taken out from my trance by Alice, whose height barely reaches the middle of my upper arm. ❝Yo, Eddiekins, you there? C❜mon! I have to drop you off with Jazz and Em so I can meet the girls at the mall and torture Bella with dresses! Up!❞ she commanded. I did get up a bit shakily, and scolded myself internally for getting so worked up over a girl I❜ve never even met. ❝Yeah, Alice, I❜m ready. I❜m just happy you didn❜t decide to torture me with shopping today❞, I said, grinning at her. She glared back, but I could tell she was trying really hard to hold back her laugh at my disgruntled tone. Just to push her over the edge, I added, ❝Really, dress shopping? Now I do really feel sorry for Bella. No one should have to go through that. Poor girl.❞ Instead of laughing, Alice got a dangerous glint in her eye and started bouncing up and down. ❝Actually Edward, I❜m torturing Bella with dresses for her to wear to the ball. Y❜know, the one they have every winter? She doesn❜t have a date yet.❞ ❝Really?❞, I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, miserably failing. ❝Yep, I tried to set her up with Bert, but she refused.❞ she added. We talked the rest of the way to the mall.
❝Meet you in two hours at the food court?❞ she asked already edging towards the nearest boutique. ❝Sure❞, I replied, waved, and went to meet the guys at Dick❜s Sporting Goods.