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[Chapter Four] The Right Side of Wrong

[ Edward ]

"Even I have to admit, that does sound like a good idea," Jasper commented, curling a strand of hair with his finger, lost in thought.

"It is a good idea, I'll give you that one, Emmett. But I'm not sure if it's really…Bella, you know?"

He nodded with a grin on his face—we had just validated one of his ideas on the spot. "I know, but girls just eat that shit up! I mean, it works on Rosalie!"

"Flowers and candy? I thought that stuff was just all made up," I said.

Jasper laughed. "It's not about flowers and candy, Edward. It's about the RIGHT flowers and the RIGHT candy. The idea is somewhat cheesy, but if you get the right stuff, you'll be sleeping under your covers in no time."

I nodded. "Well, I can't come up with anything better except to write her a song. But even I'll be the first one to admit that is cliché."

Emmett stood up, clapping his hands together. "Well, gentlemen, what are we waiting for? Come on, I know a great little place down the road a bit."

As we got out to the driveway, Jasper flashed his keys. "I'll drive."

We climbed into his black pick-up truck as Emmett spouted off directions to the flower shop.

A bell chimed when we walked in. Immediately, I knew why Emmett came to this place. Dozens of types of flowers lined the walls in vases and other containers. The smell was overpowering, but there was surely to be something in here that Bella would like.

A small woman came out from the back, peeling off yellow garden gloves and pushing her strawberry blonde hair away from her face. She smiled when she saw Emmett. "Emmett Cullen! Back so soon? What did you do to poor Rosalie this time?" she teased.

Jasper chuckled, and Emmett elbowed him in the side.

Emmett turned to the woman. "Ah, Luce, I can proudly say I am not in the doghouse this time!" He slapped my back, sending me flying forward a few steps. "Lucy, this is my brother Edward, and this is Jasper, Rosalie's brother." He pointed at Jasper. "Guys, this is Lucy—she's helped me avoid the couch for three years now."

She smiled brightly, her hazel eyes sparkling. "I just do what I can to keep you two together," she laughed, and turned to Jasper. "It's nice to meet you. Your sister is one…patient…lady."

Jasper laughed. "Oh, Lucy, if only you knew." He began to peruse the store, reading the tags with each flower, learning their meanings.

She turned to me. "So, what did you do?"

I sighed. "I cut my hair? I mean, I think that's why she's mad at me."

She laughed. "Your hair?"

Emmett whipped out his phone to show Lucy an old picture of me. She gasped.

"Wow, you did have some hair. I guess…she would be upset?"

"Her name's Bella, Lucy, and she's a character! You'd love her! Anyway, Edward here has been banished from the bed—do you think you can help us get him back in?"

She clapped her hands together. "Well, I do enjoy a challenge. Edward, tell me a little about Bella and we'll see what we can come up with."

I explained to her all the qualities I loved about Bella. "Well, she's kind, funny, smart, beautiful…"

"…clumsy, amusing, and a great cook!" Emmett added.

Lucy smiled a genuine smile. "I think I know exactly what she'd like." She walked over to a pot and began pulling a few out. "Orchids mean delicate beauty—you'll want some of those." She reached over and pulled out another flower, holding it up to show me. "The Pansy represents loving thoughts, so you'll definitely need some of those. Some white Tulips, for forgiveness, and some Hyacinth for sincerity." By the time she was done, there was a beautiful arrangement in her hands. "Is this okay?"

I nodded profusely. "It's perfect."

Emmett did a victory fist pump. "Luce, you have done it again!"

She rolled her eyes, tying a white piece of lace around the stems and wrapping them in plastic. "Anything else?"

Emmett nodded. "We're gonna need some candy and maybe an animal."

I looked at him. "Do we really need all that?"

"Man, you are on the couch!"

I sighed and looked to Lucy. "Help?" I whined meekly.

She chuckled and held up two stuffed animals, a bear and a lion. "Ok, which one?"

"The lion," I pointed. "Bears are just so…cliché."

"I like bears," Emmett whined.

"Fine, then we'll give her gummy bears, and those can be your apology," I sighed.

Emmett smiled. "Thanks, bro, you're the best!"

Lucy packaged it all together and then smiled. "Sorry to break your wallet, Edward, but it's going to be $47.93."

I laughed as I handed her the $50 bill from my bet with Emmett. "Don't worry, it's on him."

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[ Bella ]

The gym had made me feel somewhat better, but also somewhat uneasy. Alice's "evil plan" just seemed to be taking it too far. I wasn't sure I was even mad at Edward anymore. I pushed the thoughts from my head, telling myself I'd worry about it all later.

I turned off the car and headed into the house. I kicked off my sneakers on the porch, stepping into a quiet house. I threw my keys in the dish on the table and dumped my bag on the floor. I walked through the kitchen and into the living room. I was about to call for Edward when I heard a light snore coming from the couch.

I peeked over from the back to find him, passed out, mouth hanging open. I looked over to the coffee table, where a beautiful arrangement of flowers was sitting, complete with a stuffed animal and a box of candy. Edward's hand was on the table, holding onto the stuffed animal as if he was a little child all over again.

I smiled at the sweetness of his innocence, and felt a twinge of guilt for all the crap I had put him through. As he let out another snore, I tried to hold back a laugh. His hair, although much shorter, still held the resemblance of disarray, something I'm afraid he would never escape.

I leaned over and kissed his forehead softly, running my hand through his hair. Even though it had only been a few days, it already looked like it was beginning to grow out some. Or maybe that's because I didn't get a good look at it before in came my 'Hurricane Bella' rage blackout.

He stirred, letting out a groan. I knew the couch couldn't be that comfortable for him—why wasn't he sleeping in the guest room? Was he trying to make me feel guilty?

Well it was certainly working. I couldn't stop staring at him—even though he was being stupid by listening to Emmett, I still desperately loved him. I hoped he knew that.

His eyes opened and he looked up at me, shocked to find me there. "Bella?"

His voice was thick with sleep. I nodded. "I'm sorry I woke you."

He shook his head, sitting up. "No it's okay…oh," he said sadly as he looked at the flowers. He hopped up off the couch and handed them to me. "This was supposed to be a surprise. But here—the flowers and animal are from me; the candy's from Emmett. We're sorry."

My heart melted a tiny bit. It was so cute how they were willing to buy my affections. I looked up at him with my eyebrow raised. "We?"

"Well, Emmett knows if he hadn't made the stupid bet, I wouldn't have done it…so, yes. We."

I looked at the flowers. "These are nice…"

He smiled. "The orchids are for beauty, Pansies for loving thoughts, Hyacinth for sincerity, and White Tulips for forgiveness." He left the last part of his sentence hanging as if a question.

"Did you look all this up?" I questioned.

"Well, Lucy helped a lot…"

My ears perked up. "And who exactly is Lucy?"

"She's Emmett's flower lady."

"Emmett has a flower lady?"

"Yes, she always helps Emmett get out of the dog house with Rosalie."

I felt anger rising up in me. "So, you borrowed Emmett's flower lady to try to win me over, is that what I'm hearing?"

"Bella, it's not like that…"

"Does Rosalie know about Lucy?"

He ran his hand over the back of his neck, looking down at the floor. He exhaled. "No, I don't think so…not exactly."

I pushed the flowers back at him and put my hand on my hip. "While this was a nice gesture, I'm going to have to decline, Edward. I don't need to be rescued by Emmett's flower lady." I shouldn't have been as upset as I was, but I wasn't sure how friendly Emmett was with Lucy, and it made me nervous.

"Bella, please, these are for you…"

I shook my head. "No. I can't do this right now."

"How long are you going to let this go on?" He asked, agitated.

I threw my hands in the air. "I don't know, I'll tell you when I figure that out!" I raced up the stairs and grabbed the phone off the dresser. I quickly dialed Rosalie.

She picked up on the third ring. "Rose's House of Revenge, how can I help you?"

"Do you know about Lucy?" I asked.

"Um…who is Lucy?" she asked.

"Oh, just Emmett's flower lady…" I said nonchalantly.

"What the fuck is a flower lady?"

"That's exactly what I'd like to know! Edward says she helps him get out of trouble when he pisses you off…"

Rose groaned. "That asshole…"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get Emmett in trouble, I was just concerned—"

"Bella, do not apologize. I will handle this. You just stay strong, and stick to the plan."

I sighed. "I don't want to fight anymore."

"No, Bella. They have a flower woman to get them out of binds! Who knows what else she does for them!"

I sighed. "I'm going to take a bath and relax. I'll call you later."

"Alright, stay strong. I'm going to go kick Emmett's ass."

I chuckled. "Okay, bye." I hung up the phone and began running water in the bathtub. A long soak would be just what I needed.

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[ Edward ]

Bella didn't come downstairs at all after that, not even for dinner. I was beginning to worry, but I was too scared to go see what was going on. She had been so moody lately.

I lay on the couch, hands behind my head. It had to have been at least eleven, and the room was dark. I sat there, thinking about what could have made Bella so angry, when I heard a knock on the door.

I walked over and opened it to find Emmett.

"What happened to you?" I asked. He was in his boxers and a white t-shirt.

"Rose kicked me out."

"What?"

"Apparently, she found out about Lucy, and wasn't happy. I think she thinks that I'm having an affair. So she told me to find somewhere else to sleep. And here I am. I'm not going to Jaspers, he doesn't understand—Alice never kicks him out. Besides, we're in this together, brother."

I nodded and opened the door wider. "Come on in. You can stay in the guest room."

Emmett shuffled in. "I don't know how she found out. Lucy would never tell Rosalie."

"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea of who the tattler was." I pointed upstairs towards my…former…bedroom.

"Did she like the flowers at least?"

"Nope, she wouldn't take them."

Emmett frowned, then picked up the box of gummy bears, opened it, and popped a few in his mouth. "Well, tomorrow we'll just have to try again."

I ran my hand over my head and across my eyes. "I don't want to try again, Emmett. I want Bella back, and I want my bed back. I want this to be over. I'll grovel, I'll cry, I'll pay her money."

"Money? That's prostitution."

"Figuratively, Em. Come on, I'm not that stupid."

"Tomorrow we are going to have to call in the big leagues."

I shook my head. "No. No more of your flower ladies, or whatever you have on your speed dial. I'm done, Emmett."

"Just sleep on it, little bro. I've got a game plan. Just trust me on this one."

I tossed the stuffed lion at him. "Go to bed."

He waved and headed off towards the guest room. I grabbed my cell phone and decided it was time I took measures into my own hand. I sent a text to Bella:

I'm sorry for it all. I love you. Let's make this work.

She'd get that in the morning and things would be great. No dazzlement, no song, no flowers, and nothing else Emmett dreamed up. By this time tomorrow night, I'd be back in my bed.

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[ Bella ]

I woke up to my cell phone beeping. Crap, I didn't put it on the charger last night. It was blinking one message, but as soon as I went to read it, it died. I plugged it into the wall charger, not bothering to turn it on. I threw my robe around me and headed downstairs to get some breakfast.

As I came to the foot of the stairs, I noticed Edward was still asleep on the couch. I headed into the kitchen and let out a tiny scream when I saw someone behind the fridge door, peering through its contents.

Emmett stood up. "Bells, it's okay, it's just me. Calm down. I'm sorry I scared you!"

I narrowed my eyes. "What are you doing here so early, Emmett?"

"I slept over last night. Rose kicked me out."

I tried to hold back my laughter. Note to self: thank Rose later.

"So you thought it would be a good idea to come here?"

"Well, I didn't have my wallet on me and I had no place to go, so yea."

"You should have called Lucy," I sneered.

He threw his hands up in the air. "She picks out my flowers, okay? I can't make a damn arrangement on my own! I am not fucking the flower lady! Gosh, what is it with you women?"

"You pimped her out to help Edward get back in the bed—a plan, which, by the way, is entirely your fault! You talked him into cutting his hair. What were you thinking? Oh wait, I bet you weren't."

He slammed the carton of orange juice on the counter. "You're really so pissed off about Edward cutting his hair that you're denying him sex and a bed? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

He reached for a glass and was about to pour some juice, but I took the glass away from him. "You do not get to come into my relationship with Edward, call me ridiculous, sleep in my guest bedroom when you fucked up, and drink my juice in the morning."

He leaned down, peering into my eyes. "I love you, Bells, but right now you are acting a fool."

"Is that what you said to Rosalie right before she kicked you out? Do you have déjà vu right now? Because you're about to be homeless for a second time."

He reached for the glass I was holding, but I held it behind my back. "Bella, stop being unreasonable and let Edward back in bed! He is miserable without you."

"Stay out of it, or find somewhere else to sleep." I licked the rim of the glass before setting it down on the counter. I knew I was being childish, but I was too pissed off to care.

He shrugged and poured the juice into the glass and took a long pull. "Mmm, even better."

"What's going on in here?" Edward asked sleepily as he stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He did look like shit. His body was contorted from the couch, his hair was sticking out everywhere, and he had purple bags under his eyes.

"Bella here was just offering me some juice," Emmett glowed.

I glared at him and then turned to Edward. "I didn't know I was collecting bad boys this week."

"He showed up last night—what was I supposed to do? He's my brother."

I threw my hands up in the air. "Because it doesn't matter what I think, does it?"

"You were holed up in the bedroom last night! You wouldn't even talk to me!"

"Hey, you two, don't fight—hug it out," Emmett said.

We both looked at him. "Shut up, Emmett!" we said simultaneously.

I scrunched my hands in my hair at the scalp. "Edward, I can't do this. I just can't."

"Can't what? Fight anymore? Because I'm all for that. I'll take full blame right now. I fucked up, I was wrong, I'm---"

I shook my head in frustration. "No, Edward. You don't even realize the bigger picture! THAT is why I am mad! GAH!" I turned around and went to stomp back up the stairs, but turned back around swiftly. "Fix the bedroom door."

"Why should he? It's not his bedroom anymore," Emmett chimed in.

I glared at him. "Don't get comfortable here, Emmett."

With that, I stormed upstairs and slammed the bedroom door, which caused it to fall off on one hinge and hang, not shutting properly. I screamed in frustration again. I picked up my phone and turned it on to call one of the girls, and remembered that I had a text message waiting. I opened it up:

I'm sorry for it all. I love you. Let's make this work.

"Well don't I feel like a huge ass," I mumbled to myself. I dialed Alice and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Jasper?" I asked.

"Hey, Bella. Alice is in the shower."

"Oh, okay…"

"Is there anything I can help you with? Evil schemes you want to share with the opposing team?" He teased.

I laughed. "No, I'll keep those to myself. You must be a good man to still be sleeping in your bed."

He laughed in response. "Well, I try not to get involved too much with the shenanigans. I love Alice, and I love our California King. I do what I can to stay on the good side."

"I see."

"Bella?" he asked softly.

"Yea, Jasper?"

"I know you don't want to hear this or anything, but this whole thing? It's kinda stupid. Edward's sorry. He loves you a lot, you know."

I sighed. "I know, Jasper, and I do appreciate it."

"Okay, you girls just think about that before you go plotting your next evil adventure. If you're just doing this for fun, at least let him know."

"Just have Alice call me when she gets out, okay?"

"I will. See ya later, Bells."

I hung up the phone, now feeling like the worst girlfriend on the face of the earth. I'd pretty much tormented Edward enough, hadn't I? I had to admit though, this was a pretty fun game. I did want to go down in the Cullen record books.

I lingered on Jasper's warning about telling Edward if this was just a game. I really should stop being such a brat and at least talk to Edward about this…

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I flipped it open.

"Alice, I---"

"Please tell me Jasper did not just try using his Jedi mind tricks on you?!"

I laughed. "Would you kick him out if I said yes?"

"Maybe…" she said.

"As long as he doesn't show up here at the Cullen home for Lost Boys…" I laughed.

I heard Jasper mumbling something to which Alice said, "If you don't quit it, Jasper, you're going to be packing a bag for the Holiday Inn."

I laughed. Alice came back to me. "Okay, he's out of the room. Now, back to the plan. We are going out tonight around 6, so be ready for me to come over and help you around 3. I'll start sending word around soon, so leave your phone out where you'll hear it, okay?"

"Alice, do you think this is too much?"

She clicked her tongue at me. "Bella, don't let Jasper play on your conscience."

"It's not just him, Emmett told me earlier---"

"Emmett called you?" she asked, shocked.

"No, he slept over last night. Rosalie kicked him out."

Alice started laughing so hard she snorted. "Oh, I am sorry, Bella, but this is too funny. What happened?"

"I don't know—I just woke up this morning and there he was, rummaging through my fridge. It may have had something to do with the fact that I let Rosalie know about a certain flower lady that he uses to help him stay on Rose's good side."

"Flower lady?" she asked.

"Yep—her name is Lucy, and apparently she knows her stuff when it comes to flowers. She did pick out a nice arrangement for me."

"Interesting…I got a nice little arrangement myself yesterday…daisies and baby's breath," she mulled over the details. "Alright, Bella, I will see you at three, I have some business to take care of…"

I laughed. "Should I be scared?"

She giggled. "No, you are safe. But Jasper Hale? He's about to be a dead man."

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