...I suck. So many apologies for my constant revisions - and my favorite hobby of writing without my glasses on...
I apologize for spelling errors/grammar usage. No one is reading this over for me... doesn't it look it?
Feel free to contact me about any eye sores you see.
SM owns a simple Edward and Bella. I have Eddie and Isabella.
TWO
And then one night as I lay down
Somewhere far from you
I dreamt that I heard you call my name
But my mind was playing games
"What Did I Ever Come Here For?" - Brandi Carlile
I waved hello to my secretary as I approached her desk. I was grateful to lean against her desk and complain due to these ridiculous pumps I was wearing. I was doing my old "dress nice if you don't feel nice". That wasn't working. We made small talk about her family and fiancé already making plans for the Fourth. It was one o'clock soon enough, lunch break over. I told her to dismiss any messages for the rest of the day. I fibbed that I needed to get all the reports together for the Lewison project I had going on right now. When I have really had it done for weeks. I've been wallowing in my office with the blinds down. I couldn't wait to return. I opening the door of my office and closed it quickly. I kicked off my black pumps and found an elastic on my wrist to tie my hair into a knot. I basically fell into my loveseat that was right as you walked in.
"What am I doing?"
I fished through my purse that was thrown on the floor. I pulled out my phone clicked OK and read the texts.
I got an offer and I want to talk to you it. Can we meet soon. - E
Or ignore my calls - an angry E
Dont make me go to your office - a threatening E
I know you think I'm screwing with you. I'm not. Too old for that. - love E
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SIX MONTHS AGO
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Light came in through the side window. A clean bright yellow light. Like the slow establishing the scene that occurs in these type of scenes in movies. I wasn't surrounded by sheets and pillows. Instead clothes and dirty sweatshirts. I was snuggled up in a really nice blanket though. I examined the walls. There was a Chicago Cubs pennant and a about 200 newspaper clippings tacked to the walls with push pins. Ugh. I moved away from my position on his chest and settled next to him.
"Good morning" he said sleepily squeezing me tightly.
"Sorry if I woke you up."
"Nah," he ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at me and smiled. He looked older his bronze hair now less vibrant and eyes tired. He still had that relaxed way about him. There was an uptight side that I definitely saw last night at the club.
I yawned as he got up. I tried my best to open my eyes despite them being painfully dry for sleeping with my contacts in.
"Want Frosted Flakes or something B?" he called as he padded down the hallway. I pushed away the covers quickly and followed closely behind.
His apartment was so him, barely furnished. There was however, a giant Goodfellas poster and various world maps framed in the hallway walls. It seemed very Tumblr/hipster dorm room but whatevs. In his living room he did have a giant leather armchair parked in front of a flat screen, but nothing else. No side table. No place to even stick a remote.
"Thanks for coming over, I'm too lonely after all that's been going on," he said as he reached for bowls and spoons.
"No problem Ed," I smirked, using my best high pitched voice to mock the ladies I knew he usually would bring home.
"Shut the fuck up," he said bending down to get milk from the fridge.
He brought over two bowls of cereal to where I had sat myself at his table. His small kitchen table was light wood, and really too small for this place. It added to his "nothing works" decor in this swanky penthouse location.
"Weird to be eating cereal without reading the newspaper," I mumbled with a spoonful of Kellogg's.
"You still on the old guy flow?"
"Yes. Need to read my stocks, world news, and comics."
"Good for you," he laughed raising his spoon.
"We could go back to my room and read all my articles off the walls," he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Sorry about sending you all of those, ugh I guess when I was in my college bubble it gave you a celebrity aura."
"I loved it. Nice to remember my stuff wasn't just floating around online, it actually was in print."
"So are you taking a break or something?"
"You could say that. "
"I take that as a yes….."
"Isabella it's something I don't want to talk over right now over Tony the Tiger"
"Okay."
He put away our bowls and put the Abbey Road album on through his kitchen stereo. Too much hipster. He showed me how he had finally found a frame for my favorite picture of us from high school. Almost ten years later, but that's fine. The picture looked warn and had a rip in the corner. The glass now protected it. He had it right on his mantle.
"Oh god. You better move that...Do you have your mom and dad come over here? That would freak them out.."
"The loved it." he said full of spirit.
"Oh..I bet" shuddering at the image of his mom picking up the frame with a sour look.
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I started looking for a broom to sweep his shedding and dust bunnies that littered the floor. I was worried about him. His writing career was doing so well. I had heard through the Forks gossip train he even was getting calls from NY Times and some other outlets. Him being in this nice apartment all alone was never his plan.
I worked for an half an hour as he caught up on bills and mail.
"Did you know gas is this much?"
"Yes Edward..." Such an old guy.
We had known each other for so long now, literally. We had met at age 11 and now at 28 it was not a figurative feeling. I welcomed this silence between us knowing that we both had big mouths and this could be escalating. He could make a comment about why I made him bring me back to his place last night. Or I even could ask why Jessica Whorwitz and her friends all sent him Christmas cards (that he displayed on the window sill). He would ask why I never agreed to go Thanksgiving when he called that night. I definitely could scream about why he didn't tell he had been back in Washington for a year. My maturity was working so hard.
He stared at me as I figured out how I was going to pull the dust from beneath his "magic chair". I stuck my tongue out; he came running to deck me and push me under him into the chair. He was laughing and I was mesmerized. It was nice seeing him happy. He pulled the remote from where he had it hidden in the chair.
I don't know how we both fit in that chair. I was tucked under his arm and pretty much lying on top of him. We watched some Bad Girls Club, a cult favorite in his eyes. I laughed at him getting all into the various "bitch fights" and smacking. During the commercials I kissed his neck. It felt weird. The day wore on and soon enough it was 5PM.
"Maybe I should go…" I said as I stared at the digital clock from the cable box. I was so comfortable, I was uncomfortable. As my mom would say too familiar. I didn't want to stay too long, and maybe say the wrong thing.
"Noooooo, Isabella please one more night. I like sleepovers with my best friend..." he teased. He got up and turned off the television.
"I have errands to do tomorrow morning, I really don't want to mess up your routine," I said signaling to his usual tv addict lifestyle of sitting down and eating a carton of ice cream.
"Tomorrow night, maybe we could go out?" he suggested.
I nodded "Maybe?"
I got up and went to his room. I found my black dress tangled in his dress pants and sighed. I had pictured my future so much differently. In my mind I hoped maybe we would be together. Mature, grown up, able to be some type of life partners. It was time apart that made us behave well together. It was constant intercession that made us the mad couple.
I managed to fit all my stuff into my purse. I found a pair of his basketball shorts from freshman year in his dresser. I saw some letters tied together in a rubber band in there too. All from me, I recognized the scrawl. I refrained from snooping. I texted Rose asking her if she could pick me up at the corner of Grove in 10 minutes. She would scream if she knew I had been here.
As I walked down the hallway I said "Thanks again for everything Eddie, it was nice to…"
I hear a smash. I raced in. Glass was scattered all over the floor. He was sitting in the chair with his head down "I fucked it up. Like really? I tried so fucking hard. And now I'm in the shitty situation…"
"Edward?!"
He moved past me back towards his room screaming. As I entered he was pulling down all the tacked up articles that I had sent him over the years.
"Edward what did I do? What is going on?"
"Bella..."
"Eddie, calm down!" I grabbed his hands.
"It's been hitting me. You are right. All the stuff about me being a jerk to you. All those people. It's making sense. All those years I thought you were stuck in the past. Oh my god I was a fucked it all up."
I dropped his hands and backed away.
Whorwitz? Hope you picked that up.
Definitely expect further back story on these two. I'm trying to make this interesting!
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