A/N this when Edward and Bella watch the movie. The conversations are going to be the same as New Moon until he leaves her. I might write a conversation he has with his family before he tells her he's leaving. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Next chapter I will thank my fav reviewers. So please review and tell me what you think. I also could use some help with what happens after he leaves her. I might be able to use the best idea that comes my way.
CH.3-
I was taking her back to her house to watch Romeo and Juliet. She has seen it several times, once I think twice in a row. I wasn't complaining; I only wanted to make her happy. Even though I could recite this version of the movie by heart.
I had decided I would drive her home, but when I held the passenger door open like a gentleman, she protested, "It's my birthday, don't I get to drive?"
I came back with, "I'm pretending it's not your birthday, just as you wished."
"If it's not my birthday, then I don't have to go over to your house tonight…"
Great, she hadn't given up yet. "All right." I can't wait to look at those incredulous eyes and figure out what she was thinking, as I went to open the driver door for her. "Happy birthday."
She was furious and the way the blood rushed to her face I thought she would faint right there. "Shh," she climbed in.
I think I'll give her a little hint to her present , but it won't give anything away. "Your radio has horrible reception."I knew she wasn't going to smile at that comment. I didn't want to pick on her truck, but I did want to see her face when she figured out why I said it.
"You want a nice stereo? Drive your own car." She said it with an edge. Was she nervous about tonight? No, she couldn't be, everyone in my family loved her… but Rosalie.
We arrived at her house. As she parked, I took her face into my hands as gentle as possible; she was so breakable. "You should be in a good mood, today of all days," I whispered to her.
"And if I don't want to be in a good mood?" she said breathlessly. I was dazzling her again.
I looked at her with certainty, "Too bad."
I closed the gap between us with a kiss. Hoping this would help out with the nervousness so plainly in her eyes now. I breathed, "Be good, please." I kissed her one more time and her heart beat was so fast I thought she was going into cardiac arrest.
"Do you think I'll ever get better at this?" she asked. "That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?"
"I really hope not," I said. I loved the way I made her feel, and anything different wouldn't have the same effect on me.
She looked exasperated and rolled her eyes at me, "Let's go watch the Capulets and Montagues hack each other up, all right?"
Of course it was all right. I wanted to make happy on her birthday. "Your wish, my command."
I lie down on her couch as she popped the movie in, and fast-forwarding to the actual beginning. I grabbed her and sprawled her over top of me, as soon as she sat down. Afterwards I draped the afghan across her body. I was aware of how cold I was compared to her warm blooded body.
Then I made small talk with her, "You know, I never had much patience with Romeo."
She stared at me, then said, "What's wrong with Romeo?" I wish I knew what she was thinking.
Here comes an argument, "Well, first of all, he's in love with this Rosaline—don't you think it makes him a bit fickle? And then, a few minutes after their wedding, he kills Juliet's cousin. That's not very brilliant. Mistake after mistake. Could he have destroyed his own happiness any more thoroughly?"
She sighed, then replied, "Do you want me to watch this alone?" I can't believe this is what she thought I meant. I have to explain, but how?
"No, I'll mostly be watching you, anyway," I began, rubbing her arm to feel it rise into little bumps, "Will you cry?"
"Probably," she told me, "if I'm paying attention." I'm glad I came to watch the movie with her. Now, I can comfort her.
As she watched the movie, I whispered all of Romeo's lines in her ear. She became interested immediately after this started. She began to sob as Juliet awoke to her new husband dead.
Time to talk again, "I'll admit I do sort of envy him here." Dying her tears with her soft, silky hair.
"She's very pretty."
I made the most disgusted sound I could think of, "I don't envy him the girl—just ease of the suicide," I began, "You humans have it so easy! All you have to do is throw down one tiny bottle of plant extracts…."
She looked so confused, then gasped, "What?"
I liked her innocence. She was so demure about things. She would never have thought about something like that. The truth was all I could offer for now. I had to tell her I thought about committing suicide.
Here it goes, "It's something I had to think about once, and I knew from Carlisle's experience that it wouldn't be simple. I'm not even sure how many ways Carlisle tried to kill himself in the beginning… after he realized what he had become…" I had become almost rigid with seriousness of this conversation, but at the statement it became light again, "And he's clearly still in excellent health."
She was clearly upset, "What are you talking about?" She demanded, "What do you mean, this something you had to think about once?"
Well, now she would be devastated, "Last spring when you were…nearly killed…" This is so hard to come out and say because I have no idea what she's thinking or what her reaction will be until she gives it. "Of course I was trying to find you alive, but part of my mind was making contingency plans. Like I said, it's not that easy for me as it is for a human." Oh God, what was I thinking bringing this up?
She shook her head in confusion, "Contingency plans?"
"Well I wasn't going to live without you." I rolled my eyes. Could she honestly not know that? "But I wasn't sure how to do it—I knew Emmett and Jasper would never… so I was thinking I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi." Was this enough information to get off this subject. I didn't want to talk about it anymore.
"What is the Volturi?" she asked. Of course she wouldn't know much, but let's refresh her memory.
"The Volturi are a family," I began again, "A very old, very powerful family of our kind, I suppose. Carlisle lived with them briefly in his early years, in Italy, before he settled in America—do you remember the story?"
"Of course I remember." She spoke with such certainty. Then again, how could she not remember the story?
"Anyway you don't irritate the Volturi," I continued, "Not unless you want to die—or whatever it is we do."
Her face was contorted. It went from angry to horror in less than a second. "You must never, never, never think of anything like that again!" she was completely upset. "No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself!" She was so alarmed at this point. This is not the point.
"I'll never put you in danger again, so it's a moot point." I love you too much.
"Put me in danger! I thought we established that all the bad luck is my fault?" She was furious, "How dare you even think like that?"
"What would you do if the situation was reversed?"
"That's not the same." I beg to differ. I had to laugh at this comment. She then said, "What if something did happen to you? Would you want me to go off myself?"
"Oh, I didn't think of it that way. Never would I want that. "I guess I see your point…a little," I had to admit that stung. "But what would I do without you?"
"Whatever you were doing before I came along and complicated your existence."
I sighed as I heard Charlie's car in the distance. She replied, "It should be. I'm not really that interesting."
Right when I was about to counter that I heard Charlie's cruiser and said, "Moot point." Then I put her on the couch sitting next to me.
She asked, "Charlie?"
To be continued….
