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Disclaimer- Unfortunately, my mind is not creative enough to come up with the masterpiece that is Twilight (and partially don't want to miss a thing). Instead, it just borrows the Twilight characters for recreational purposes.
A/N- For those of you wondering about my updating schedule, there's usually an update during the weekend, but you must understand that this is not always possible. So, please bear with me and know that I don't leave my fanfics unfinished ;)
Chapter 4:
Bella could not fathom why Alice was inseparable from her mobile phone all of a sudden. Sure, she'd gotten a date, but did she have to be constantly overjoyed when her screen flashed with a text message or a call, for which was usually her mother? Talk about desperate.
It was sort of comical really, but Alice disagreed entirely. She'd been polite, flirty and acted mature-ish, and he didn't even have the decency to tell her that she was wasting her time on a hunk of meat like him. Alice would always say how unfair it was, but stopped complaining when Bella continued to proclaim that 'life was unfair' whenever Alice felt the need to announce it.
It had been a little over a week since their first meeting, and Alice was still hung up on a phone call that wasn't coming anytime soon.
"Hey, Alice?"
"Yes, Bella." Alice said absentmindedly. She was lazing across Bella's bed, leaving Bella to sit cross-legged on her desk chair. It was mildly uncomfortable but Bella didn't complain.
"I was just wondering," Bella contemplated her choice of words, "did Jasper ever get around to calling you?"
Alice sighed, shooting a scowl in Bella's general direction, "No. Why do men always chase women they have no intention of pursuing a relationship with?" Her monotonous voice made Bella's eyebrows knit together at the crease of her forehead, her chocolate eyes filled with worry for her friend's well-being.
Bella stared at her friend for a few seconds, waiting for her to advance on her little tirade, but upon staring bleakly at the ceiling, Bella was quick to reply, "The same urges that make dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving, but I'm sure he'll get around to it eventually." Bella placated her friend, reaching over to pat the creamy skin of her hand soothingly.
Alice giggled softly; Bella always spouted a loud of crap, but she knew how to lighten the mood, for which Alice would be forever grateful for when she felt down.
Alice didn't advance on her friends comment; instead she uncooperatively peeled herself from the bed and slid on her shoes.
"Ready?" She enquired, adjusting her spiky do in the lengthy mirror placed against Bella's wall.
Bella nodded her head, leaping up to her feet before traipsing down the stairs alongside Alice. For some odd reason, Bella was strangely ecstatic.
The drive to the café was fairly quiet, the windows were rolled down and, for once in their inconsequential drizzly hometown of Forks, it was astonishingly sun-drenched.
"Thanks for doing this, Alice. It means a lot to me." Bella smiled appreciatively at Alice who just bobbed her head once, not bothering to meet her gaze. The truck was idling on the curb outside the café, and Alice was facing forward, not bothering to acknowledge Bella's praise.
Sighing, Bella forcefully shut the car door, swinging around to quickly dash into the café.
The door jingled as she opened it and Rosalie turned in her usual spot to stare inquisitively at Bella.
"Bella, its Friday. It's supposed to be your day off." Rosalie heaved a sigh, spinning around on one of the swivel stools scattered around the breakfast bar, shaking her head at Bella's blushing form.
"Sorry, Rose. I forgot my purse. What brought you here?"
"Interview." Was her reply.
"Right, I'll see you tomorrow." Bella said, grinning at Rose before retiring to the back of the shop, where employees clocked in and left their belongings.
Rosalie just nodded her head and continued to glare at the two cantankerous men in the corner booth, both intimidating her impending customers.
Once Bella had located her ancient purse, she proceeded to the main entrance of the café, throwing a quick wave over her shoulder for Rosalie's sake. But upon turning herself back around, she collided with a solid chest.
Mentally dazed, she stumbled backwards and would have fell on her butt if it weren't for the iron grip the stranger had on her waist. "Sorry." She unintelligibly mumbled, mentally scolding herself for not paying any attention.
"Don't apologise, it was completely my fault." The stranger apologised and Bella couldn't help but look up at the man that owned such a dulcet tone.
Bella, unable to form coherent words, walked straight passed the new arrival. His eyes may have had dark purple shadows underneath them, but they had an entirely captivating dimension to them. His hair was a chaotic mess perched on top of his perfectly sculpted head, and he was lean and lanky and utterly dishevelled looking. His eyes gave away his hollowness, his tendency to be withdrawn and incapable -although, his perfectly ironed suit was strict evidence against that. If this specimen could transfix Bella by merely bumping into her, she couldn't imagine what else he could do to her.
"Last question, I promise." The blonde bombshell told him, placing the tip of her pen on the notepad she carried.
"Shoot." Edward said, leaning back attentively. The brunette in the doorway with the fiery eyes was poignant in his thoughts. She'd been a tad of a mystery, and Edward was usually good at reading girls. He knew what turned them on, what didn't, how to approach them… but with this one, nothing. It was highly frustrating and he found it near impossible to deal with.
"Is there a reason that you would like this job?"
Edward's thoughts came to a halt as he thought over her question. Of course, there was a reason he wanted this particular job. He could have any job he wanted, but this job had a tie to him like no other. "Yes actually, there is."
When he didn't proceed, the blonde gestured for him to continue, "My sister died here a couple of weeks ago. A brain haemorrhage they say. Since it was the last location she was alive at, I wanted to see what propelled her to come here. She doesn't even live in the area."
"Do you?"
"I thought you said no more interrogating?" Edward chuckled, but continued upon receiving a stern glare, "I just outright bought a house in the area."
The blonde scribbled down a few last words before rising to her feet, "It was a pleasure meeting you Mr Cullen. I'll be sure to contact you soon'"
"Likewise." He grinned, shaking her hand formally before retreating to his car.
In the mist of his mourning, Edward had reminisced about his and Heidi's childhood. They'd been adopted after their parents had died by a couple who were unable to conceive a baby, they'd referred to adopting and there had been an instant connection between the four. Carlisle and Esme were sweet, erratic and caring parents to Edward and Heidi. They'd do anything for the two of them, and upon returning to Forks to visit his adoptive parents; Edward had recollected the house that Heidi had pointed out shortly after the birth of Madeline. It was a marvellous three bedroom house not too far from his parents' home. If he went through with the adoption, he'd have his parent's guidance through the phases of fatherhood.
The news of the adoption had only just come his way and he was still undecided, but he knew that nobody else would have this baby barring himself. Carlisle was a top doctor at the local hospital and Esme was a top of the notch interior designer with a fetish for potentially dangerous ornaments dotted around her living space. Their house may have been astounding and all, but it was certainly not baby proof and who was to say that they'd be able to care for a baby more than Edward? Edward and Heidi had already elapsed their baby years when they were adopted, so they had just as much experience as Edward had –no pun intended.
With a blood curdling screech of the tires skidding across the road, Edward was brought out of his revelry and quickly expelled his looming dejection.
At the moment, he was on his way to view the house that Heidi had felt so inclined to pay a deposit towards on the day of her death. He'd seen it many of times, but only a couple of days ago did he decide to take that leap in life and purchase the house that had his sister's full attention.
The previous occupant had died a couple of years prior and it'd been on the market ever since. There was nothing faulty about it; no hauntings, loose pipes or a squeaky boiler. The price range was just a little out of everyone's league and, to be honest, Forks wasn't exactly appealing but it was a decent place to bring up a child.
The thought of little Madeline with some unfamiliar foster carers was painful for Edward to imagine, but in the end it helped enlighten his decision.
Either he had the baby or a faceless strange would, but which one was the rightful path his future determined?
He was lodged in a limbo of despair and anxiety, knowing that his decision could ignite the spark that was needed to for him to enter 'heaven' or send him to his own personal fiery pit of 'hell'.
A/N- I'm not overly pleased with the ending of this chapter. It's a little dramatic, right? Anyhow, leave me a few words of wisdom ;)