Dancing for Edward
Chapter Two:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or Twilight. They all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer
Summary: For Bella and Edwards third year anniversary present, Bella has an idea. But will things go according as planned or will Bella's luck for trouble continue in this situation?
Authors Note: I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who reviewed! You guys are amazing :
The loud beeping noise of my alarm clock stirred me from my sleep. I groaned angrily and covered my face with my hands.
Suddenly, I felt my bed shift as if a large weight had been placed on it. I stayed where I was, dreading the thought of waking up.
Edward's cool lips lightly touched my forehead. "Bella, I made you breakfast," he said as he attempted to bribe me into getting up.
Although Edward knew that I would never give up the hope of becoming a vampire, he still persisted in trying to tempt me with human events that I would not be able to enjoy as a vampire. So Edward had learned how to cook. It was a lot harder for him than it was for a normal human; he didn't have the normal smell and taste abilities. Although, Edward did have the uncanny ability to reach into a 400F oven and pull out whatever object he was cooking. The first time I saw him do that I immediately reached over and tried to make him drop the pan, forgetting that he was an invincible vampire. But Edward just shrugged it off and placed the steaming hot pan on the table.
Sighing, I forced myself out of bed and shrieked.
Edward's startled eyes ran to my face as he placed his arms over my body, making sure that I was safe.
"What's wrong?" he asked with concern.
"Argh! My hair. I'm a mess. Don't look at me," I said as I touched my hair. I tended to toss and turn when I slept, so that in the morning my hair looked like a crows nest. I realized that Edward was still looking at me with an unnamed emotion in his eyes.
"Bella, you're beautiful. Don't hide yourself from me," he said quietly. His soft words made my insides melt and I quickly got up and began to push him out of my room.
"Okay Romeo. Get out of here so I can change."
Edward grinned and kissed me lightly on my lips before he left my room. As he opened the door and walked downstairs I thought that I could smell waffles and pancakes but I quickly brushed the thought away. Charlie wouldn't cook unless he absolutely had to.
I put on a pair of jeans and a plain white tee shirt and quickly did my makeup.
When I walked downstairs the sight that greeted me surprised me. Laid out on the breakfast table was an enormous amount of food.
There was toast, pancakes, waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs, hashed browns, and sausages.
Edward awkwardly cleared his throat, "You um, don't have to eat it," he said uncertainly as he misread my shocked expression for one of disgust and revulsion.
I laughed and sat down at the table. "Don't be silly Edward. This is amazing. Although I don't think that I'll be able to finish it all."
"That's alright. Just eat whatever you can," he replied.
I smiled and began to eat the wonderful that Edward had made for me. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. Where was Charlie? Usually Edward did not have enough time in the morning with Charlie gone to make me breakfast.
"Edward, where is Charlie?" I asked
"He left about three hours ago. A hiker got lost in the woods," he answered.
I nodded and began to think of how my life had changed ever since Edward had entered the picture. I had nearly been killed by James, made friends with a werewolf, and had even traveled halfway across the world to save Edward.
Yet deep down I knew that if I had the ability to go back in time and change the way things happened I wouldn't change a single thing.
Since I graduated from high school a couple months ago I was taking a few classes at Fork' local college. I had enrolled in a few creative writing classes an was planning on becoming an author. It was a great idea. If I became an author I could stay at home with Edward. When he eventually turned me into a vampire I could just use different names for every book I wrote.
I didn't really want to be in school. Instead, I wanted to spend all of my time with Edward. However, he had different ideas. Although he wanted me to be near him at all times, he felt that I needed to go on with my life as I would have done, without him.
Charlie did not seem to care what I did. No, let me rephrase that. He believed that whatever I chose would be best. It helped that he took a year off after high school to decide what he was going to do with his life.
Today was Monday so I didn't have any classes. I only had classes on Wednesday and Tuesday.
I took a large bite of the pancakes and said, "Edward this is delicious."
He grinned and responded, "Thanks, I got the recipe from Esme."
"Since when did Esme cook?" I asked, with a confused expression on my face.
"It's just something that she found in the attic. It's from when she was human."
"Oh," I replied, taking another bite. "So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"We could go over to my house and just hang out. You know, watch a movie or something."
I smiled inwardly to myself. Edward loved to spend time with me. But most importantly he loved to just sit and hold me.
"Only if I get to pick the movie." Whenever Edward picked a movie it was usually a movie so old that it was in black and white. Not only was it not in color, it also had a very sad, bittersweet ending.
"Fine. But I drive," he said smiling at me.
I laughed, loving how perfect we were for each other. After I had put away my plate and helped Edward clean up the leftovers we walked outside and he lead me to his Volvo.
Edward had one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand in mine. His thumb began to lightly caress my hand and I smiled like the lovesick schoolgirl I knew I was.
Due to Edward's fast driving, we arrived at his house very quickly.
Once we got to his living room I ran to the entertainment center, searching for the perfect movie.
"Do you want popcorn Bella?" Edward asked.
I arched an eyebrow and sarcastically remarked, "Popcorn? Do you offer popcorn to the vampires who just happen to be in the neighborhood?"
He rolled his eyes in response, but I could see a grin playing across his face. "Answer the question, Bella."
"No thank you. I'm still full from that delicious breakfast." Suddenly my eyes fell upon the perfect movie, Amelie.
"Let's watch this one!" I said as I triumphantly held the DVD up.
Edward placed it in the DVD player and sat me on his lap, as we watched the opening credits roll by.
Amelie is a French movie. It is the most creative and interesting movie that I have seen in a long time.
In the middle of the movie Amelie is talking to her father. Her father has never been the same since his wife died and barely pays attention to what is going on in the world.
When Amelie uttered the words, "I had two heart attacks, an abortion, did crack... while I was pregnant. Other than that, I'm fine," to her dazed father, I burst out laughing.
Edward's cool hands were drawing small circles on the back of my arms and hands. I could feel his eyes on my face and I knew that he wasn't even remotely interested in the movie. Before I knew it I felt myself drifting to sleep.
Edward immediately noticed that I had fallen asleep and he gently lifted me up and carried me to his room. He laid me down onto his couch and I did not stir.
A few hours later I awoke to the sound of my lullaby being played on the piano.
I quickly ran downstairs and placed my hands over Edward's eyes. His hands continued the song; he didn't miss a single beat.
"Guess who?" I asked.
Instead of answering, Edward grabbed my hands and pulled me down for a long kiss.
I kissed him back with all of the love that I felt for him.
A few minutes later we were interrupted by a cheerful voice screaming, "GET A ROOM!"
Even through the dazed haze that I was in I recognized Alice's voice. I merely smiled at her blunt comment while Edward growled at the interruption.
"Sorry lover boy, but I need to speak to Bella," Alice smoothly said.
With that she effortlessly lifted me off of his lap and led me into the kitchen.
Edward sat on the piano stool staring in shock at the retreating figures of his girlfriend and his sister.
Jasper entered the house and glanced at Edward's confused face before he chuckled lightly. "Those girls are up to something."
Edward jerked his head towards Jasper and grinned, "They're always up to something."
Meanwhile, I was being lead into the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen I saw Rosalie sitting on the table, swinging her leads back and forth. Next to her was Emmett, grinning widely.
"Bella! Sorry we had to pull you away from Edward. But we had to tell you something," Rosalie admitted.
"I just wanted to let you know that Jasper knows about this little idea of yours," Alice said. "But don't worry. He promised me that he wouldn't tell a soul," she reassured me quickly.
Before I had time to respond Emmett began to speak. "I think that this plan of yours is wonderful. But before I teach you how to dance you need to answer a few questions," Emmett said. "First, what type of dance do you want to do? Do you have a song in mind?"
"I was thinking of a waltz….and then maybe just a casual slow dance," I replied quickly.
Alice and Rosalie glanced at each other and grinned. "Excellent. But um. There is just what thing that you need to promise me before we start the lessons," Emmett uneasily said.
"Yes?" I asked, willing to say yes to whatever Emmett had in mind.
"Can you promise not to tell Edward about this?" Emmett said, if he could blush than his face would be beet red. "If he knew that I was doing this I'd never hear the end of it."
I laughed and ran over to Emmett. "Of course Emmett. It'll be our little secret," I said as I looked over Rosalie, Alice, and Emmett.
Authors Note: I'm sorry that it is so short. I'm going to be busy on Saturday and Sunday so I don't think that I will be able to post the next chapter then. But don't worry, i'll post the next chapter within the next week.
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