I do not own any characters from Twilight, and I do not own Carrabbas (I wish). Or Ferrari. Or Lamborghini. Do I even need to include all of this stuff???
It's kinda short. Chapter 2. Enjoy
Edward POV
After I hung up with Alice I called all the airports I could think of, all the while driving at about the actual speed limit. The soonest flight to Italy would be from Massachusetts at 6:35 AM. I glanced at the clock; it was just after nine. Ugh, so much time!
I changed directions and started on my way. I drove only 25 to 35 over the speed limit; if I drove too fast I'd get there too early and have to pass the time, which would only make me crazier. As I merged onto the expressway, I turned on the radio, looking to the power of music to distract me. It was on the classical station and was playing Puccini. I growled. I flicked the dial to a different station. It was a advertisement, and I relaxed.
'…So come to Carrabbas Italian Grill and taste our new Ita—' I flicked the dial angrily. Unbelievably, We Open In Venice by Frank Sinatra was playing. I jammed the power button furiously. Stupid Italy.
Just then, a green Ferrari passed me on one side while a red Lamborghini passed me on the other. Passed me?! Oh no they di-ent! I'd had it up to here with Italy!
I zoomed up to them, getting dangerously close. The totally gangsta drivers threw me enraged lookeds as they laid it on their horn. I grinned at them evilly, not bothering to look at the road. I waited until we were on a bridge. Then I did one of those awesome moves you see in movies: I rammed into the side of one car, scraping it against the cement wall, then I quickly zipped over so I was doing the same to the other car, after which I floored it to get the h*** out of there!
So take that, Italy!
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Oh my.
I slowed to a stop, and it nearly killed me to lose the precious time, but I did. And when the Ferrari and Lamborghini owners jumped furiously out of their ruined cars, shouting, I stuttered with genuine shame that I didn't know what had come over me and handed them each $10,000 from my glove department. Who keeps over $20,000 in their glove department? Vampires do. Because if you steal our car or our money, we will find you. When they realized exactly what I was, they backed off a little and apologized for getting, 'All up in ma grill'.
"No, I'm the one who needs to apologize. I'm just a little angry with Italy right now. Sorry." They gave me blank looks, thanked me, and swaggered off to their cars.
I ran my hand through my hair and took a deep breath. I was losing it. I needed to calm down and get to the airport. Think of Bella, I reminded myself. She needs me, to… to…
To what? What would, or could, I even do once I arrived? I pressed my hands to my face. I didn't know. I'd already tried my hand at tracking, and look how that had turned out. But if it was my Bella I was tracking…
I stepped over to the sides of my silver Volvo to examine the damage and moaned.
Perfect. Just perfect.
There were two perfect stripes of green and red on either side of my silver (which now so thoroughly reminded me of white) car.
I assume you are familiar with the Italian flag.
Ugh.
Stupid Italy.
I arrived at the airport just in time to catch my plane. The hostesses looked nervous as they led me onto the plane. Now that the humans knew about vampires, they could (usually) pick us out easily. My seat was next to a pompous-looking man who sniffed in an attempt to seem disapproving as I sat; obviously trying to hide his uneasiness. He immediately got up, spoke to the hostess, left the first class cabin, and did not return. Nobody sat on the other side of me.
I tried not to think about anything during the flight, but my mind kept wandering to Bella…. The human days. I had been so perturbed when I realized I couldn't hear her thoughts. And so jealous when she spent so much time with other guys. I smiled a little as I recalled our time in the meadow, and frowned as I remembered how I had snuck into her room to watch her sleep. Now that I think about it, it was a little more than disturbing. Actually, a lot of the things I did with her were highly inappropriate. Like the nuzzling, what was up with that? And me laying with her in bed, oh, geeze. Man, if somebody had written a book about all the weird crap we did, it would probably be for adults, but young teens would read it anyway and it would become immensely popular but some of the more innocent young teens wouldn't realize how incredibly sexual it was until their mom read it and was like 'oh, my gosh, this is totally inappropriate' and they'd be like 'whaddaya mean?' and not really get it until their mother explained and after the innocent teen had had it explained to them, every tiny inappropriate detail was obvious. And they'd be like 'thanks, mom, you ruined it!' and their mother would be like 'whaddaya mean? It was there the whole time!'
Holy moth-encrusted peanut butter covered cucumber and honey-ham quesadillas, where had that come from? I really was losing it.
I spent the rest of the plane ride reminiscing in what had been, and when we touched down I raced off the terminal to find Alice and Jasper waiting for me. I knew that if she could, Alice would have been crying. Then she spoke.
"You shouldn't have come!"
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SuperOreoMan
