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BPOV
I pushed my glasses up my nose once and turned the page. I was bored out of my mind and had absolutely nothing to do, I considered calling someone and going out but I was quite enjoying the fact that no one knew yet I was back and could just chill alone without being all dressed up just in case someone showed up on my door.
I groaned frustrated and closed the book. I had been reading it for almost two hours but I still had no idea what it was about, my mind was to busy going on its own accord. I glanced up to the clock and sighed. I don't know why I was expecting him to call me but I was, and he still hasn't done so. But then again, it made no sense for me to expect him to.
"What are you? Ten? If you want to talk to me just fucking call me."
I huffed frustrated and went downstairs where my mom was trying to make a batch of cookies. I sat on a stool in front of the island with my feet swinging on the air, when she noticed I had come down she yelped and almost dropped the cookies.
"Hey. I didn't expect you to be home."
"Yeah, well, I am." I said nibbling on a biscuit that I had pulled from a basket.
"What? No Edward today?" I dropped the biscuit back to the basket not caring I had already touched it and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"You know, my life does not revolve entirely around him." Yeah, right.
"Just asking. Relax. Anyways, he called earlier," My eyes widened and had to fight really hard against the smile that wanted to show up. Yeah, Bella, prove your point. "But, as I said, I thought you weren't home so I told him exactly that."
"Alright." I still was upset so it was not like I was going to run back to my room and call him. Not yet, anyways. Mom turned and sat on the stool across from mine. She leaned on her elbows and watched me intensely, I moved my gaze awkwardly but she wouldn't budge. She finally looked away and sat straight.
"I was right."
"What?" Yeah, mom, you were right. I am a human. She had just looked at my face for like, five minutes what else she could have been right about.
"You. And Edward. When he called earlier he sounded weird and you're weird as well. What happened?"
"Weird? What are you talking about Mom?" I played dumb but she apparently wanted to push the subject.
"Well, it was obvious he was kind of distressed and kept yawning as if he hadn't slept well. And you, you're wearing your glasses."
"What do my glasses have to do with anything?" Alright, she had completely lost it.
"You only wear your glasses when you have no intentions of going out. One would think that after spending month and a half together every single day you wouldn't want to be apart but here you are, three o' clock and no signs of going out."
"Maybe we got sick of being together so much time." I reasoned knowing well that I was not getting anywhere.
"Which proves my thesis. You two got into a fight." I sighed.
"Not a fight per se." I gave up; she wouldn't let me go until she was satisfied with the information.
"Disagreement or whatever you want to call it. What happened?"
Alright Mom, here's the thing. After both times we've had sex he always got weird and all thinking and stops talking to me and oh yeah, did I mention the sex part? Because you would be thrilled about that part.
"He's just acting kinda weird."
"Weird?" Concern laced her tone and I sighed willing to talk to her, well, part of it at least.
"Yeah, he goes from nice to quiet all the time, and I mean, extremely nice to completely quiet."
"Have you asked him about it?"
"Really, Bella, it's nothing." I said with a pour imitation of his voice. "He won't tell me what's wrong." I rested my head on my arms that were on the island and sighed, I felt Renée's hand on my shoulder stroking it tenderly. "I really don't get it. And then I'm all frustrated because of it but he goes back to nice and thinks that everything is just fine." Oh, and I just learned he smokes.
"Guys are complicated, Baby." I looked up from my arms and saw her as she continued. "Listen, whatever it is, he needs to sort it out by himself. Give him some time." Some time? I believe three weeks is enough time.
"Oh yeah, because it is fair for me to have to put up with his mood swings, that are seriously getting on my nerves, and act as if everything is perfectly fine."
"Well, no, but think of it this way: If you're the one that is worried about something, you'd expect him to put up with you, right?"
"Right." I said reluctantly. It still doesn't explain the mood he's always in after we have sex. She stood up and left, leaving me with no other option but go back to my room.
When I spotted my phone my brow furrowed. Why had he called to the house number rather than my cell phone? I jumped on the bed, laying across it and stretched my hand to take it from the nightstand to check it out and it was off. Great. When I turned it on a little window popped into my screen declaring I had three missed calls from him. Double great.
I still didn't call him, I wasn't sure I was over it yet and, at least for me, it was better to ignore the situation along him than facing it and end up fighting. I went back to the book but half an hour later it was still of no use. I turned on my laptop, put some music, and lied on my window sill with my eyes closed focusing entirely on it. It worked, I forgot Edward for an hour or so before I got hungry and went to the kitchen. I was humming to myself the last song I had left playing while I trotted down the stairs but halfway down I heard him talking to my mom.
"Um, no. She told me to drop by her suitcases and…yeah." He smiled awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair.
"What's going on, Edward?" My mom asked worriedly as she leaned on the doorframe. They hadn't seen me yet since Renée's back was to me and Edward was looking to the floor.
"I don't know. It's just that I'm sorta confused or something and I really don't know what to do." He shrugged and switched his weight awkwardly still not looking up.
"Confused? As in confused about your feelings for her? Or what?" My breath caught as I gripped the rail tighter unsure if I wanted to hear the answer. He sighed and looked up, his eyes filled of determination but as soon as he saw me his eyes changed completely as did his stance.
"Hey." He said with little voice probably unsure if he was saying the right thing. Mom looked up at me and not so subtly left to the living room.
"Hi." I couldn't help it to sound so hard and that was the main reason I hadn't called him back.
"I brought your luggage." He said tucking his hands into his pockets, nodding to the right where my bright pink suitcases were.
"Yeah, thanks." He nodded, I nodded and then we remained like that avoiding the each other's gaze. He finally sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Can we talk?" I had intended on saying something to push it off but he looked up I couldn't say no. I sighed and nodded up the stairs. He closed the door not looking away from me and climbed the stairs two at a time. When he got to the step I was in he leaned uncertainly and kissed my cheek. I began walking to my room and he followed behind me.
When I got there I went to my laptop and turned off the music before heading to sit on the window sill with my feet barely touching the floor. After he had closed the door, Edward stood shyly in the middle of my room.
"Listen, I'm sorry, alright? For not talking to you or whatever." Or whatever, I repeated on my mind. I shook my head and looked down to my socked feet already knowing that we would end up actually fighting but I couldn't help feeling annoyed and irritated about his nonchalance. Or whatever. "And, besides, how was I supposed to know you didn't like it that I smoke?"
Well, I've hated it my entire life. And everyone that knows me for a couple weeks learns that but apparently you, my two years long boyfriend, don't seem to have noticed that much.
"The same way I know you hate it when I wear strong perfumes, perhaps?" I looked up at him my eyes slightly narrowed.
"That's not even true." His eyes narrowed at the same time his posture became defensive, crossing his arms over his chest and switching weight to his left foot. I raised an eyebrow at him, he responded doing the same. I jumped down to the floor and walked to the bathroom gathering four bottles of perfumes and placing them on my desk after I had walked out.
"There. I can't wear those when I'm going out with you. If I do you'll spend the entire time sniffing or coughing. Now, tell me it is not true." I crossed my arms over my chest raising an eyebrow again, daring him.
He switched his weight again, "Whatever. I usually smoke when I'm alone and, in fact, the only reason you figured it out is because we spent four hours locked in a car after I did. Four hours in which you wouldn't even look at me."
"Nice, Edward. Turn it back to me." I glared at him shaking my head.
"It is true."
"So, it is okay you wouldn't talk to me but when it's me then it is all wrong, right?"
"I told you. I was upset, that was it." I raised yet another time my eyebrow and held his gaze until he moved his eyes to the floor. He patted his pocket and took out a little box. He walked to where I was and placed it next to me on the desk. "I'll leave it, okay?" I looked down and saw it was a box of cigarettes. The main point of this was not the smoking and he knew it but he could sense the fight coming as much as I did and I could tell he wanted to avoid it.
I, on the other hand, wanted that fight maybe like that I'd tell him everything that's been bothering me and maybe he'd finally tell me what was wrong with him.
Still looking down to the box I talked, "I'm getting tired of your mood swings, Edward." My words didn't held the edge they did before but they, now, were flat as if I was feeling nothing when in reality this was seriously affecting me.
We've never been the kind of couple that fight and fight and fight and spent more time fighting than actually being a couple. Actually, we barely even fought but there was something about him that had changed and somehow this new Edward always had me on edge. Yes, I adored the part of the new Edward in which he was boyfriendlier and all but I wasn't sure if those few hours were worth the ones he would shut himself down and act all emo-ish.
He stepped in closer and I propped myself on my hands to sit on the desk, he placed his hands on each side next to me. I could feel him watching me but I was looking down to our feet so I couldn't be sure. "I want to know the answer to the question my mom asked you." I whispered not completely sure if I really wanted to but I knew I needed to know.
"What?" I looked up at him and he sighed. "You heard that, huh?" I nodded and he sighed again. "Bella, I love you. There's no confusion over that fact."
"Then?"
He closed his eyes before speaking, "There's some shit I need to sort out before I talk to you about that." He opened his eyes and they were practically pleading me to leave it at that. I wouldn't have if it hadn't been for the flash of pain I saw in them when I had opened my mouth to talk. I gave in and leaned my forehead on his chest.
"I know there's something else besides my, um, mood swings bothering you, Bella." He said after a while of us not moving nor speaking. I blushed with my face still hidden on his chest. Yeah, he was the one I had have sex with but I still couldn't even fathom the idea of voicing my thoughts to him.
I shook my head and I could feel him pressing a kiss on the top of my head. "See? There are some things we need to sort out by ourselves."
"Yeah, I guess." Again we didn't say anything but eventually one of Edward's hand reached for mine and began stroking my knuckles although he wouldn't say anything. I wasn't sure how long we stayed there but he was the one to break the silence.
"Bella?" I squeezed his hand letting him know I was listening. "We okay?" I moved my face from his chest to his. He wrapped his other hand around my waist and pulled me even closer to the edge of the desk as my hand moved to the part of his nape that was covered by the collar of his shirt. He kissed me softly for a long while; he brought our still intertwined hands up to the left side of his chest.
"Do you feel that?" His heart was beating erratically against his ribcage and I nodded. "It is only because of you, Bella. Don't ever doubt that." I looked up at him and found nothing but sincerity in his eyes. And it made my heart swell.
And it scared me.
I seriously wished I knew what had changed. He would never, ever say those kinds of things and yes, at first it upset me but then I just came to the conclusion that was how he was but that it didn't mean he didn't feel it. But now I'm just starting to doubt my conclusion since, lately, he seemed to have no problem voicing his feelings. So what did it meant? He never felt anything for me until now?
I raised a hand and ran it through the side of his face all the while looking at him right in the eye. His glance didn't waver for a bit.
And that's how I realized that our entire relationship had been a lie.
I've seen that green on those same eyes so many times it was impossible to keep track. I had always been mesmerized by the way they were, the impossibly deep color that was surrounded by little hazel that, mixed with the sun, would end up looking a bit like topaz. I had always loved how they shone when he was laughing and admired the way they turned darker as his mood did as well. How many passion they held when he was either playing or listening music.
Those eyes held everything that Edward Cullen was and, in a way, I had fallen in love with those eyes.
"Say it again." I said my voice dull.
"What? I love you. That?" He asked, his eyes showing he was confused as to what I was asking. Despite that I still caught a glimpse of the little spark on the corner of his eye when he said the words. And, again, I realized that it had not been his nature not to voice feelings.
He hadn't had them.
And the fact that he may have them now didn't change anything. In fact, it worsened it all. How many times I had heard 'Me too's and 'You know I do's? How many times I had believed it? And more importantly, how many times I'd been lied to?
I had always been sort of jealous of other couples. Angela and Ben, for an instance. They didn't last long, the first time, but it was so incredibly sweet when you looked at them that you could actually get sick of it. I wanted that, but I knew we were not like that. I find refuge in the fact that they didn't last more than a month and that Edward and I had been together for a year already. But when they got back together I chose to look to the other side, simply. Because I knew they were still the same way about each other and to the date, they hadn't broken up again.
Rose and Emmett. Yes, they break up all the time but even then they can't be without each other for long. And when they are together, even when they are fighting, they find a way to make you believe they'll be part of the low percentage of couples that make it through High School.
And that was when I came to the conclusion: Edward doesn't do much but when he does is because he means it.
Little did I know.
And every time I would even began pondering about it and having doubts he would show up at my door with a giant stuffed animal or when I opened my locker there would be a bouquet of roses. He would call in the middle of the night just to tell me he was thinking of me or set up a nice dinner for us. It was as if he could read my mind. But now that I looked back he never meant it, not completely at least. And what did that leave me with? Twenty-two months of deceiving and wishful thinking?
Why is he with me?
"What are you thinking?" I looked up again. I had forgotten he was here. I shook my head. "You look nice, you know? With the whole I'm-staying-home-look. You look nice." I looked up at him.
"Thanks. I guess." I shook my head, frowning.
"It is meant to be a compliment, Sweetie." He encircled his hands around my waist and pulled me to my feet just to drag me to the window sill. "I bet my car there're thousands of girls dying to look the way you look twenty-four seven." He laid first and pulled me to do the same beside him.
That's it, then. Nice.
Yeah, I know I'm decent looking and when I put a good effort on it I know I can look really good. But, that's it, then? He's with me just because I'm nice enough to fulfil his expectative? It would make sense, though. He only started paying me attention after I came back, as so did everyone else.
Okay, let's say that was it. You don't stay with people just because they're nice for nearly two years. It just doesn't make any sense. And let's not even mention how vain and selfish and just… how wrong it is.
Thoughts among those lines and more conclusions came through the time we were laying there. I just couldn't find it in myself to kick him out when I actually wanted to. At some point he fell asleep and his grip on me tightened. And a simple line came to my head.
Drunken words. Sober thoughts.
Is not the same, I know. But still, when you're either drunk or asleep you can't control what you say or do. And he did say my name few times. I still was unsure of how to react with this, it was not like I could go all 'I know you don't love me because I see it in your eyes'. That was simply insane. He began stirring beneath me and a hand moved to his face, he groaned and tried to roll to the side but when he couldn't a smile lit up his face and he separated two fingers from over his eyes.
"Hello there." Despite myself I smiled back and he moved both his hands to my waist turning me to sit on his stomach. It was already dark but again those eyes haunted me with the way they shone against the moonlight. "Sorry I fell asleep." I shrugged and shook my head. I needed the time to think.
"That's okay. I doze off for a while too." Lies.
"Ah, well, I don't feel that bad then. Hey, want to do something tonight?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Movies, dinner, bowling, um… go to the beach, perhaps? There's not much we can do in this town, Bella."
"I don't know. I feel like watching a movie but I don't particularly want to go to the movies, does that make any sense at all?" He chuckled and moved a hand to my thigh.
"We can watch a movie here."
"Yeah… Not. It would eventually turn into a family movie night plus you. I want to spend the night with you."
"Plus you? What? Can't I be considered part of your family?"
"Am I considered part of yours?"
"Hell yes. And seriously, Mom and Dad think of you as a daughter already."
"Already?"
"Well yes." He said as if treating with a mentally challenged person. "I mean, you're not like, an official Cullen but you will, some day."
"Is that so?" I asked with a sly smile forgetting all the thinking I've done while he was asleep.
"You do know I intend to marry you, right?" My eyes widened. What. The. Fuck.
"You do know that seventy-five percent of High School couples split?"
"You do know that we're part of the twenty-five percent?"
"You do know I made up those statistics?" He sat up and pulled me flesh to his chest.
"You do know," He whispered with his mouth an inch apart from mine. "That I love you enough to know that we form part of whatever percentage that is, right?" I stood on my knees and pulled him into the cushions behind him as I wrapped my arms around him. He swallowed loudly when I lowered my body so close to his yet not touching him, his breathing increased as I moved my mouth closer to his.
"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath when my mom began calling my name outside the room. I jumped to the other extreme of the sill clapping so the lights would go on as the same time she opened my door.
"Oh, I thought you had already left." She said genuinely surprised as she spotted Edward with his face covered by his arm, shielding from the sudden light.
"Hello Renée." He didn't even bother to hide his annoyance.
"Are you staying for dinner?"
"NO!" Edward jumped to a sitting position and almost yelled. I glared at him briefly. "I mean, I invited her to the movies. If that's fine with you." Yeah, such a gentleman. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure darling. One o' clock." He smiled crookedly at her.
"I know."
"Okay, well, have a good night kids." She closed the door and I turned to Edward.
"So, we're going to the movies?"
He shrugged, "Just out. Wherever you want."
"Okay, let me get dressed." I jumped down the sill and headed to the closet.
"I hope you're not expecting me to go out. I could avoid an awkward conversation with your mother." I closed the door of the walk-in closet and changed into black tight jeans with a midnight blue top with silver heels. Yeah, I know. Years and years of cheering does that to a klutz like me. I either learned how not to fall or I would end up with another cast.
"Wow." He let out a whistle and I rolled my eyes. He put the picture frame he had been looking at back on the wall and sat on the edge of the bed where he could see me as I put on some make-up in the vanity. I was to busy trying not to poke my eye with the eyeliner that I only noticed he was standing beside me until his arms encircled my waist. I smiled at him through the reflection and he kissed my neck.
"We look great together." I looked at him through the reflection again with a 'Where the hell that came from' expression. "Well, we do. Look at you, totally gorgeous and well, let's not even talk about me." He grinned crookedly completing his to-die-for expression.
"Feeling good about ourselves, are we?"
"Well, being with the most beautiful girl around does that to a boy's ego." He said simply and I rolled my eyes again focusing back to the eyeliner. He cupped my chin and turned my head to kiss me.
I couldn't help the thought that followed.
So, is that so? We look good together?
I shook those thoughts away and put the eyeliner back in the vanity and put my hand on his head. His hand was caressing my stomach and it felt so freaking good that I wavered a bit even standing still. A flash blinked from outside my eyelids and I opened my eyes just to find Edward with his phone pointing at our reflection. I pulled apart and turned the phone so I could see the picture and he pressed the side of his face to mine, watching the picture as well.
"This is so becoming my screensaver." I rolled my eyes and took the phone out of his grasp walking to the other extreme of the room. "Bella," He said warningly. "Don't. Delete. It." As if. I raised my eyebrow daringly. He began walking slowly to me. "Bella, just give me the phone." I began walking away as I scrolled through the pictures. I didn't see them all but in the library there were around a hundred and a half pictures of us. And those were the only pictures there. There was even some of just me I hadn't noticed he had taken.
As I kept walking away from him around the room I, out of curiosity, checked it all. Texts' Inbox? Mine. Outbox? To me. Recent Calls? Me, Esme and Felix. BB MSN? Mine was the only conversation open. Music Player? Our song was halfway started. Even the Facebook application, he had it opened on my profile.
"Gotcha!" I squealed as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me from the floor, my legs instinctively rising in front of me. "Watcha doing there, huh?" He made no attempt to take the phone, just peaked over my shoulder what I was watching.
"Nothing, just watching the pictures. I didn't know you had that much pictures of me." He shrugged sheepishly.
"Yeah, well, gotta use the memory wisely." I shook my head and deleted one I didn't like. "Hey! I liked that one!"
"Well, I didn't."
"But I did! And it's my phone!" He set me on my feet and took the phone from my hands with an expression of a kid that received no presents on Christmas day. I cupped his chin and shook his head.
"Get over it, baby."
"Whatever, I have it on my computer. Let's go." I glared at him for a moment until his smile made me smile. I finished quickly applying my make up and followed him down the stairs.
"Mom! We're leaving!" I yelled from the main door as Edward helped me into my jacket.
"Okay! Remember, one!" Edward groaned and led me outside.
"You'd believe that after two fucking years she'd think I'd remember." He said once we where on his car. I chuckled. "I mean, I've never, ever, taken you home after twelve-fifty."
"Well, not exactly never." I said between chuckles. He was really frustrated about it.
"Well, yeah. But I called! And is not like you called. No. I called and talked to Charlie myself. I dare you to find a guy that'd do that. Besides, I went through the talk with your dad twice."
"Get over it, Edward."
"Whatever." He grunted and sulked down on his seat as he reached for his iPod. He played If you only knew and looked straight forward with a shy smile curving his lips. I leaned over to kiss his cheek and he reached to stroke the back of my head. When I returned to my seat he reached for my hand. "So, where are we going?"
"Where are you driving to?"
"Well, I was driving to Port Angeles but you don't want to go to the movies, so, what do you want to do?" He looked at me briefly with a raised eyebrow.
"Dunno. You pick."
"Um, we could pick up something to eat and, um, dunno, go somewhere?"
"Somewhere. I love that place." I rolled my eyes.
Since I didn't want to risk seeing anyone we ended up having a pseudo-picnic on his backyard. Lovely. I loved the landscaping and all but… Well, he had wanted to take me to an actual restaurant but again, I was way too comfortable to practically being invisible again for few days.
"Hey Bella?" Edward whispered squeezing my hand. We had finished eating around an hour ago and we had been laying on the ground with about five blankets beneath us since then. "I'm going to Seattle tomorrow. Would you come with me?" I jumped to a sitting position untangling myself of Edward and he followed propping himself up on his elbows.
"Is your grandfather okay?"
"What? Yes. I just feel like going to the pool."
"Nice, Edward. Scare me to death."
"Sorry Sweetie. So want to come with me?"
"You have a pool here, Edward."
"I know, but dunno, I just like it there. So?"
"Sure. I'll go."
"Great." He flashed a smile and sat fully before leaning in and capturing my lips on a kiss. Even before I could open my eyes after we had pulled apart he was lying on his back again and his hand curling around my waist pulling me next to him. We didn't say anything for a long time as I ran my fingers across his chest, he was tracing patterns on my hip with his thumb.
I loved how everything about us had become more intimate. If Edward noticed the subtle changes he gave no indications he did but I sure as hell did. He was a lot more confident around me and well, so was I.
"What are you thinking?" I asked in a low whisper.
"Next year."
"What about it?"
"Nothing, actually. Just the applications and the SATs and that sort of stuff, have you thought about where are you going?" I nodded against his chest.
"Miami." I said in a low voice and his hand stopped moving.
"Miami? As in the one I'd like to go?" Again, I nodded. "Why?" He dragged the word out and I couldn't figure out if he was either annoyed or irritated or something.
"Because you want to go there."
"But, Bella, I thought you wanted to go to Berkeley."
"I do."
"Then?"
"I want to be with you more." He moved so I was over him and looked me directly on the eyes. I didn't know what that was about but he didn't move his gaze and although I wanted to feel sort of uncomfortable I couldn't. I couldn't look away either. After a while he sighed and looked back to the sky.
"You're way too good for me." He stated simply.
"Edward," I was about to contradict him but he looked back at me, his eyes hard.
"No, Bella. You are. Why are you with me?" The question hurt itself, but the expression he had was what made me move as far as I could with his arm still around me.
"Because I love you." His eyes softened a bit but he shook his head.
"You couldn't have loved me since the beginning, Bella."
"Well, no but I liked you. I guess. Why are you asking that question?"
"Because I know that I'm a crappy boyfriend, Bella. And I don't really get why you have put up with me this long."
"Why are you with me?" I spat back and his eyes showed a flash of panic but he recovered quickly.
"Because you're good for me, Bella."
"What is that supposed to mean, Edward?"
"Exactly that. You're good for me. Go ask Carlisle." He sighed and shook his head looking away.
"I want to know what you think, not Carlisle." I sat completely and glared down at him.
"Bella, please, please, please let's not fight again over this." He sat in front of me and sighed.
"Then tell me." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Because of that Bella! Yes, I eventually fell for you but at first it was because of it. You were good for me. You made me stop drinking, I smoke hell a lot less, I don't do drugs anymore and any other reckless attitude vanished the moment you came into my life." And that's it. Finally.
I stood up and walked back into the house. I could hear him saying something behind me but I wouldn't know. For some reason what he had just said infuriated me. He stayed with me because Carlisle thought it was good for him? Nice, Edward, really nice. He reached out for my hand as I shrugged on my jacket; I moved it away and walked out. Then it hit me that he had driven me here. Well, it was just few blocks. I wrapped my arms around myself and began walking.
"Bella! C'mon! At least tell me what I did wrong!" He was couple houses behind me. I turned around abruptly and he stopped.
"What you did wrong? Edward, are you serious? You just told me that you are with me was because Carlisle thought it was good for you."
"No, no, no. I told you I am with you because I love you." He took one step forward and I took two backwards.
"Yes, now! But how long since you 'fell for me', huh? An hour, a day, a month? Tell me. How long?"
"Bella come on, I love you. Isn't that enough?" My eyes narrowed at his nonchalant attitude.
"Yes, Edward. It is just enough." I shook my head and turned around. I could hear him following me but he didn't talk again. I knew that my reaction was really uncalled for but with what I've been thinking all day long it was just right. I mean, he answered the question I had made myself earlier, Why was he with me, but unlike what I thought, it didn't made me feel any better. In fact it just made it all wrong.
When I neared my block I slowed down my pace since I had stopped hearing Edward walking behind me. I was wrong of course. "Bella?" I kept walking. "Just talk to me, Beautiful." My steps faltered but I kept walking until my heel got trapped in the sidewalk and I stumbled to the side.
"Dammit, Bella! Are you okay?" Edward asked crouched in front of me. I tried to sit and took off the damned shoe; I threw it to a fountain that was in the McKinley's front yard. The heel was broken and it was not as if I was going to use it again. I took a deep breath to stop myself from crying. My ankle really hurt but I knew that was not the main reason of the sting in my eyes. I took the other shoe and threw it in the same direction and tried to stand up ignoring Edward's questions.
When I stood up I smiled, it meant it wasn't broken but when I took the first step I cried out in pain and almost hit the floor again if Edward hadn't caught me. He carried me bridal style despite I was telling him to put me on my feet.
"You can't even walk, Bella."
"I can call Dad."
"Yeah, and he would kill me for leaving you in a sidewalk. In fact," He said turning to the other side, back to his house. "I'm taking you to the hospital."
"What?" I jerked forward and almost fell off Edward's arms, I threw my arms around his neck.
"Stay quiet, Bella. Seriously."
"But I don't wanna go to the hospital."
"I don't care." I sighed frustrated and rested my head on his chest. Halfway to his house I accidentally bumped my foot with the other and cringed. Edward looked at me with a worried expression.
"It hurts." I said simply looking at my knees. He sighed.
"I know, B." He kissed my forehead. "That's why I'm taking you to the hospital. Lemme see." I slowly lifted my foot and Edward cringed. He began walking faster and when we arrived to his house he told me to take the keys from his pocket and open the door.
"What's the code?" I asked yelling over the alarm sound.
"9843" I pushed the buttons and he set me on the couch. "I thought we were going to the hospital." I said secretly hoping he had changed his mind.
"We are. I'm going to pick up some ice." He came back with a bag full of ice covered by a thin, too thin, towel. "Put this on." I flinched when the coldness touched my skin but left it there nonetheless. Edward took some cushions from the couches and walked outside. He came back and carried me to the car.
He set me across the back seat and put the cushions under my swollen feet. The drive to the hospital was silent and the guilt was killing me. He had every right to left me there on the sidewalk, instead he worried. I treated him like shit but he didn't even hesitate on his actions. I sunk on the seat and hide my face.
The ER was pretty deserted and Edward chuckled at the 'Long time, no see' from one of the nurses and kissed my forehead when I elbowed him on the ribs. He held my hand while the doctor prodded on my feet literally bringing me to tears and told him rather aggressively to take it easy when he realized I was crying. He stood outside the x-ray's room while they took mine and played with the wheelchair they had given me to try and lighten up my mood.
"You think we should call your parents?" We were on a bed in the ER waiting for the results of the x-rays. We had been playing thumb war for the last half hour. I turned his hand to see the hour on his watch.
"Nah, we still have around two hours before they call."
"Okay." He pressed his thumb to mine and I chuckled until he counted to ten. "I win. Again." We were both ignoring that we had been fighting and I was happy about it although I was still a little confused about everything.
I mean, is not everyday you realize your boyfriend hadn't felt about you the way he says he does. But then there is his new attitude, the one in which he supposedly does love me. The same attitude that has been bugging me the last three weeks. So, what does that means? That me plus honest, loving Edward doesn't match?
Edward's cell rang and he untangled our hands to look for it in his pockets. "Hey mom… With Bella… Where?" He raised an eyebrow and I shook my head. Anywhere but here, I mouthed. "Nah, watching a movie… No, I don't think I'll be going tomorrow, Mom… How's gramps? Oh, good… Yeah, me too. Bye."
He closed the phone but stayed looking at it for a while, he finally sighed and looked up "Listen, this is not the best moment but there's something I really need to tell you," The look in his eyes sent me into a mini panic attack and I moved as far as I could from him. I had no idea what he was going to tell me but I had a strong feeling I wouldn't like it.
"Talk," I said flatly after he didn't add anything else. He opened his mouth to talk but before a sound could come out a doctor came into back into the room.
"Good news, guys. It is not broken, but it's sprained and…" I tuned him off; I knew what to do when I got a sprained muscle. Instead, I watched Edward; he had moved to the bed next to mine and was toying with his phone on his hand. "Understood, Miss Swan?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah."
"Great, you can go now." I nodded and turned to the side before I could jump down Edward was by my side helping me. I leaned completely on him but refused when he offered to carry me again. I jumped the rest of the way to the exit ignoring the mood that had possessed Edward.
I knew I wouldn't like what he had to say.
"So… What was it you were going to tell me?" I was again on the backseat with my head between his headrest and the door.
He turned slightly just realizing I had moved my head. "Huh? Nah, I forgot." He looked back to the front and I sighed. I went back to my position and pondered about what he could have to say. I came up blank.
When we stopped in my driveway it was around eleven and I knew my parents would still be awake. I could tell Edward was anxious about it. This would be the second time I came home injured after going out with him. But neither this, nor the first time was his fault.
The first time I had been running to surprise him from behind before he could jump into the pool and, of course, I slipped on the wet floor. The little surprise ended on a three month cast.
"Hey wait." He said as I reached to open the door. "I know you're mad and all-"
"I'm no-" He ignored me and continued.
"And with your parents inside I'm not going to come in so, can I kiss you?" He was seriously asking me permission to kiss me?
I looked down and jumped closer to him I wobbled a bit and he raised his arms up to mine to steady me. I moved my arms around his neck and pushed his head down to mine. He kissed me chastely a couple times before moving his hands to my waist and pulling me closer. Our lips were moving in synchronization and I moaned when he sucked my lower one in his mouth, I felt him trace his tongue across my lip and I opened my mouth granting him access. The way his tongue massaged mine made me roll my eyes in the back of my head and gripped his head so tight he groaned.
"God, I love you." He sighed as one of his hands went to my jeans pocket holding me tight to him and the other tangled itself on my hair to keep me in place as he angled his head deepening the kiss. I moved one hand to his chest and I could feel his heart beating impossibly fast against my hand. I tried to stand on my tiptoes but it wasn't working with one foot. Edward moved his hands below my butt on my thighs and lifted me.
He groaned again when my hands pulled his head back so I was the one controlling the kiss now. I pulled apart half a second to look at him with his mouth half open taking a deep breath before I went down again kissing him passionately until I saw a flick of light through my eyelids. "Put me on my feet." He did and looked at me curiously, his eyes full of lust, love, and confusion.
"What? Why?" The front door opened and Mom came out smiling.
"That's why."
"Oh, hey kids. Isn't it too early…" She gasped and Edward's grip around my waist tightened. "Oh my God! Isabella, what happened to you?"
"It's nothing mom." I whined and Edward took a step backwards still holding me.
"Her heel got stuck on the sidewalk." Edward answered with a hint of shame in his voice.
"Oh, Bella! Are you okay?" Renée moved Edward's arms around me and turned me around as a ballerina, checking me out. "You broke your leg!"
"I did not, Mom! It's just sprained. It is not the first time so calm down." I said annoyed. She was just making Edward feel worse.
"What's going on out here?" Dad asked appearing next to Mom, rounding her shoulders with his left arm.
"Goodnight, Charlie." Edward said politely stretching a hand that was shaken with a raised eyebrow from my dad. He shook his hand for a while more and I could tell Edward was getting anxious by the way his other hand ducked into his pocket.
"It's the second time, Edward." He nodded to my leg. How did he notice? He hadn't even looked my way.
"I know, Sir. And I am sorry."
"Shut up Edward. It was not his fault, Dad. I fell, I'm the klutz. Not him."
"Bella," He said warningly. I didn't care, he was seriously making Edward feel like crap and he had nothing to do with the fact I fell down.
"What? My heel got stuck on the sidewalk. He had nothing to do with it."
"Well, it leaves me thinking about your safety while around him." He insisted and through the corner of my eye I saw Edward running a hand through his hair.
"Well, I've suffered some worse accidents while being with you. What does that means? Huh?"
"Charlie, just leave it. She's fine." Thanks, Mom.
He looked down at her and sighed. "I think it's time for you to leave, Edward." He nodded solemnly.
"Go back inside, Dad." I reached for Edward's shoulder to stop him at the same time he turned around to leave.
"Why?"
"Come on, Charlie." Mom grabbed his elbow but he didn't budge. "Just let them say goodbye."
"What? Can't they say goodbye with me here."
Edward sighed and turned to me. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Take some rest, okay?" I nodded and surprisingly, he leant to peck me on my lips. After our prior kissing that simple one made my stomach swirl in want. But of course, Charlie had to be there and glaring at us nonetheless.
"Goodnight. Charlie," They shook hands again "Renée," He nodded at her and she smiled warmly at him. He threw a barely noticeable wink on my way "I'll call you in the morning." I nodded blushing and he jogged down the steps to his car. When his Camaro was out of sight I turned to my dad.
"Okay. That was completely uncalled for."
"It is the second time, Isabella."
"And like, the thousandth it happens to me! Yeah, I fell. Yes. I was with him but just so you know he also insisted on taking me to the hospital and iced my ankle and waited with me."
"It's the least he can do!"
"And it's a lot more than what you usually do!" I walked cringing past him and almost passed out while climbing the stairs. As soon as I reached my room I took a painkiller and dozed off almost immediately. The thoughts of what Edward had to say left completely my mind.
Now, I wish they hadn't.
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