A/N
SM owns Twilight.
Not the 80's lol
This is a revised version of chapter 4.
Thank you all for your kind reviews!
BPOV
"Oh my slinkies! I am fucked!"
I try to breathe and I can't get in enough air.
Think Bella Think! What all did you have in there?
I run through the list of items in my head over and over. It finally dawns on me that the one thing it has in its possession is the one thing I can not and will not live without.
My Gizmo Pez dispenser that Charlie got me on the day of my high school graduation.
I cry out in frustration. How could I have been so careless? Oh I know, could it be that I was eye fucking the sex god that broke my glasses, at least I was trying to anyway! I'm sure I looked all kinds of retarded squinting at him but fuck me! He sounded so hot! The things I want to do to the body that belonged to that voice is enough to make me blush and Al to bust out laughing at me.
"Haha! Bella is having improper sex thoughts about the sexy nerdy guy!"
I look at her and I know my face is betraying me when my blush begins to spread all over my body.
"Ah! B, you're blushing!"
"Shut the fuck up! I am not, Rosie!"I glare at her and stomp into my room. I go to my walk in closet and begin pulling things out to change into so I can go back to the bistro to retrieve my beloved friend. I can feel Al burning a hole in the back of my head.
"Look, I'm just going to pop back down there to see if someone turned it in at the bar. It's a quick two minutes in and out so don't even think of making this a fashion statement. I do not have time for dress up, Al."
"Fine, but please just wear the blue skirt. It makes your legs look long and it totally pulls off that "fuck me I'm a librarian" fantasy that all sexy nerdy guys have." She leans against my closet door with a smirk on her face. There it is again. Fucking blush! I hate the way I let my reactions to things like Sexy Nerdy Guys get the best of me. I want to punch her in the face for making me blush again.
Fuck off pixie-fairy bitch!
"What for, Al? I'm just going for my purse; not another round of speed dating."
"He could still be there, you know?"
Rosie decides to pipe in from the hallway. I figure what the hell? I'll let her have it. Two can play at this game.
"Oh yeah? I'm sure sexy stalker cop will probably be there too. What do you say, Rosie? You want to come with me? I'm sure he hasn't gotten enough of his fill of you yet."
"Fuck that, I'm not going back down there again! The only reason I agreed to go is because Al said she would bump my coach tickets to the wedding to first class if I went as moral support for you. I have no problems in the dating department, thank you very fucking much!"
I instantly turn to Al, the shock written clearly on my face.
"You bitch! Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Oh fucking calm down, both of you! News flash! Did you honestly think I would allow my wedding party to sit in coach? Regardless, if you have no problem in the dating department who are you taking to the wedding then, Rosie?"
We both turned to her, waiting for her response. Just like normal, it's like waiting for the fucking Titanic to sink. I cue the Jeopardy theme song in my head.
"I'm weighing my options of potential dates. Don't worry about me. It's her you have to worry about." She points at me.
Fucking traitor! Always throwing me under the damn bus!
"You know what? Fuck both of you! If I'm such the charity case around here, I'll tell you what? The next guy that asks me out, I'll tell them yes! In fact, I'll take it a step further, not only will I go out with them, I'll even take them to the damn wedding as my date!"
Before the words have even completely flown out of my mouth, I have pictures of all the Alecs', Billys' and Macs' of the world flooding my brain. I feel my inner fan girl slap me in the back of the head. What the fuck did I just say?
"Oh you are so going to regret this, but I'll bite. Let's make it a bet shall we?"
I turn to Rosie and met her face-to-face. I have no choice, realizing I have sunk to deep. I might as well have been on the fucking Titanic. The gloves are coming off.
"Fine, what are the terms?"
"If you fail to say yes to the next guy that asks you out, I get your 1985 Gibson Les Paul signed by all the members of Depeche Mode."
I gasp like the air has been knocked out of me and feel my knees buckle. This bitch isn't playing around! She knows that guitar means the world to me!
It was a chance meeting when Charlie pulled over their tour bus back in the day and let them go with a warning. Two weeks later, a package arrived at our front door. It was a 1985 Gibson Les Paul, mint fucking condition, signed by all of them. I remember the day I opened it and the hell I went through when Charlie said we couldn't keep it, spouting off about violations. I kicked and screamed until he finally gave in.
My deep purple Les Paul is my baby. This means I can not lose. Ok Rosie, I see your Aha box set and I raise you one Modern English white label on vinyl. I slowly swallow my tongue and proceed to release the inner fan girl. Please Flock of Seagulls, let her take the bait!
"Okay, Rosie. What if I win? What do I get?" I eye her curiously.
"Ha! I'll give you whatever you want, B!"
Oh you really shouldn't have said that, Rosie. I move my Queen and set up for the win.
"Alright, If I win, I get to pick out your date for the wedding and you have to give me your 1981 original press vinyl of Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. The signed one."
Check-mate, bitch!
The fire in her eyes says it all.
Here it comes.
"You are going down, B!"
"Oh we shall see about that." I smile at her.
"This is what it comes down to just to get dates to my wedding, guitars and vinyl?" Alice just looks at us, shaking her head.
"Oh it's on. On like Donkey Kong!" Rosie states with her evil grin.
"Come on! Let's go see if we can find her purse; I have to get back to Jasper."
I quickly take one more glance in the mirror. Not bad Swan, there just might be hope for you yet! My inner fan girl is proud of me and gives me a fist bump.
My last thought as we climb into the car is this.
Please Duran Duran; don't let Mike Newton show up in the next ten minutes!
EPOV
"Well bro, If she's the one. Then let's go get her."
His words sink into every fiber of my being.
She is the one. Not if.
I have waited for her my whole life and here she is.
Isabella Marie Swan
1918 NW 23rd St. Unit C
Chicago, IL 60601
I dump the contents of her purse on the bar.
A tube of Cherry Chap stick.
Drivers license
Fifty two dollars and seventy two cents
A pen
A compact
A lighter
And a Gizmo Pez dispenser.
Then I see it and I instantly close my eyes. I reach in and pluck out the blue silk scarf. I am lost to the softness as I caress it to my cheek. I pull it across my face and inhale as it comes across my nose. She smells delicious, like fresh baked cookies from the oven, just like mom used to make. I take another whiff and hold it, the beautiful scent that is my girl, never wanting to let it go.
"Bro, did you just sniff that scarf?"
Fuck! I am instantly thrown back to the present and whip my head around to see my brother gawking at me.
"What? No, I uh, was looking in her purse for her address."
"Bro, seriously you need fucking help or to get laid or something."
"Fuck off Emmett." I spit at him.
"Whatever; look how do you want to do this?"
Emmett is chugging his beer, waiting for my response, as I quickly put the contents of her purse back the way I found them. I sit there for a moment as different scenarios play through my head. I could hand deliver her purse, have Emmett return it or leave it here and pray I see her again.
Fifty-eight minutes have passed since the love of my life walked out that door and here I am, wasting valuable time. I scoot the bar stool back and walk toward my destiny which happens to be the front door when there she is walking back into my life.
She is the most beautiful creature I had ever seen for oh…about fifteen seconds. That's when BCGand her other friend come around the corner, stepping in front of her. I can still see her peeking over their shoulders as they stand there protecting her from me, like I am a lion and she is my intended prey.
I swallow and push my glasses back up. I start to walk towards her and am stopped short by two pairs of glaring eyes.
This is not going to be easy.
"I, uh, found your purse and was on my way to return it to you."
Then just like that she emerges from behind the other two Charlie's Angels with a shy smile. Oh fuck me, is she blushing?
I can't take my eyes off of her. She has on the cutest glasses and blue knee high skirt with a white buttoned-up top. Her cleavage rises and falls with every intake of breath as I inch further more until I am standing right in front of her.
We are trapped and our eye are locked together.
I finally break the silence.
"Hi," I whisper to her as I gaze into her chocolate-brown eyes. I could melt into them.
"Hi," she whispers back.
I don't know how long we are in our own universe but the next thing I know, her friend is in my face, breaking us out of our trance.
"Well hello, my name is Alice, this is Bella, and the chick over there is Rosie."
I come to my senses and swallow. I can feel the air circling around us.
I didn't even look at Alice because I am still partially captured by my girl. Bella.
"My name is Edward. Edward Cullen."
I hold out her purse and she takes it. Our fingertips graze and I feel the electric current course through my veins.
::cough::
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I turn my head and see Emmett sitting there all dejected.
"Oh, this is my brother Emmett." I say to Alice before turning my attention back to Bella.
"Shut. Up! Stalker cop is your brother?" she busts out laughing.
"Hey! I resent that remark, I'm not a stalker," I hear Emmett say in the background.
"Could have fooled me. You have been everywhere I have been lately. How do I know you're not a stalker?" I can hear the venom in Rosie's voice.
"I'm a fucking cop, that's why!" Emmett seethes.
"Well, you got one hell of a staring problem then!"
Wow! BCG is a feisty one!… Perfect for Emmett.
"Fuckin-a Rosie! Chill!"
I shake myself out of my trance and look at Alice. This is getting way too heated.
"I assure you my brother is not a stalker."
I can't help but defend Emmett. A little obsessed maybe but stalker? No.
I am still staring at my girl when Alice leans over and whispers in my ear.
"Well, then if you say so I guess it wouldn't hurt if he was free Friday night for a double date?"
I just look at her and smile. I don't know Alice but I instantly like her. She looks at me, eyes Bella and then looks back at me. Oh! Oh! Oh! I straighten my glasses and look into my girl's big brown eyes.
"Bella, would you be free Friday night? I mean, would you like to go out with me on Friday night?"
She looks at me like a deer in headlights, opening and closing that pretty mouth of hers. I wait impatiently for her reply. Say yes! Say yes!
I think my world is crashing down on me until I hear her soft angel voice whisper,
"Yes I'll go…"
"Well that settles it then, you guys pick up B and Rosie at, say, 7:30? I'll make sure they're both ready. Bye now." Alice cuts her off and is heading toward Rosie.
"What the fuck, Al? I am not going on a date with him!" Rosie yells at her as Alice drags my Bella and her out the door by their arms.
"See you at 7:30 sharp, Rosie!" Emmett yells at her on the way out with the biggest smirk on his face.
As soon as they hit the door Rosie turns around and glares at Emmett with daggers coming out of her eyes.
"Fine, prepare yourself for the date from hell, dickwad!" Rosalie growls at him.
Then they were gone.
For about 30 seconds.
Alice busts through the front door and walks right up to me.
"Let me see your hand?"
I hold my hand out to her and she proceeds to write something on my palm.
"Here, this is B's cell phone number. Two things, don't fuck this up and she needs a date for my wedding in less than three weeks. Don't blow it!"
I just look at her because I have no words. I hold, literally in the palm of my hand, my girl's number. I look down at my hand and seesaw a life-line to woman of my dreams.
Alice laughs and starts for the door.
"Wait! Let me give you my number. You know, just in case."
I can not let her leave without giving her my number. It is reassurance for me to know that she will have the opportunity to call me if she so chooses to.
Alice starts for the door again.
"Wait! Please tell her to call me anytime. Day or night!"
Alice walks right up to me and I instantly feel like I have said too much. Stalker Cop just transferred over to me; the Weirdo Nerdy Guy.
"Edward, just a word of advice? Don't push to hard, be over the top and certainly do not ever wear that shirt again. In fact, I say when you get home, burn it. Just take it slow and calm down. I have a feeling about you two and let me tell you, I am never wrong."
There I am in awe struck and completely caught off guard. It is then and only then that I came to grips with what has happened. I believe some people call it an epiphany. I cannot contain it any longer. It's like in that movie Space Balls, starring Bill Pullman and John Candy. You know the part at the end where the alien bursts out of guy's chest then proceeds to do the song and dance number to Hello My Baby?
That's right, Isabella Marie Swan, my heart is on fire, baby. I can't help but think it.
I want her to telephone and tell me I'm your own.
I watch Alice turn on her heel and out she goes. I turn back toward Emmett to see the fucker staring off into space. God, must I do everything? I go to him and signal the bartender for another round.
"Emmett! Snap out of it! I will not let you fuck this up for me. Do you hear me?"
He must have come to because the next thing I know he is talking a mile a minute.
"What the fuck are we going to do, bro? I have no idea how to act around her. What if she freaks out on me? What if she really is a freak and not a freak in a good way? What if I made up this sick version of her and she is not everything I want her to be? What if she rejects me?"
He goes on and on until I have enough. I slap him in the back of the head.
"Ouch what the fuck, Edward?"
"Emmett, you have no problems trust me on this. Take a long look in the mirror; you could have any woman in this place. You are a cop and you save lives. BCG will come around and see you for the big loveable teddy bear that you truly are. You just have to drop this tough guy act you got going on."
He looks down at his beer. I see the defeat already in his eyes. He is going to fuck this up. I just know it.
"Damn it Emmett; look, all I am going to say now is this: the woman of my dreams, mother of my future children, the reason for my existence on this planet just walked through that door about ten minutes ago and agreed to go out with me on Friday night. I will not let anything ruin this. I have waited far to long for her to show up and now that I have found her, my life will not be complete if I lose her before I even know what her favorite kid cereal is so I can serve her breakfast in bed."
I take a long drink of my Jack and set it down on the bar gently. I look up at Emmet and know he needs to hear what I am about to say.
"Emmett, listen to me. All these years I have waited for her. I want to know her and I want her to know me, all of me. I want to know her favorite bands and movies. I want to know if she takes creamer in her coffee. I want to know if she prefers sunsets or sunrises. I want to know what her favorite kid cereal is because when I serve her breakfast in bed I want to see her smile when she sees the toy from the inside of the cereal box. That's right, she can have it all or none of it. I want to worship her until the end of my days."
"Bro, do you hear yourself? Kid cereal? If all you can think about is what kind of kid cereal she likes, then we really are fucked! Jesus, you're drunk!" He shakes his head at me.
I know we have time to think this through later. We will make this perfect for our girls, even if I end up killing Emmett in the end. Isabella Swan, my Bella, is going to have the most romantic date she has ever had in her entire life next Friday. I turn to Emmett.
"Come on, I need to get home."
After the twenty minute ride of babbling from Emmett about anything and everything BCG, I am finally alone. I need to clear my head and the alcohol is not helping. I didn't realize how drunk I was until I got here. I stumble to my room and flip the TV on.
Oh mother of God; there she is.
Kelly Lebrock.
I whimper because she has always been there for me. She does everything right and just the way I liked it.
Oh Kelly, I think our time together has come to an end. I know this will be the last time Kelly will do it for me. I need to give her a proper send off.
I let the images flash through my mind as I lay down on my bed. It starts out like normal and I am anticipating the final act. I slide my hand down to unbutton my pants.
"Just like that Edward, show me. I want to see it." She says in her British accent.
She is on her knees before me and has started her normal routine of rubbing me through my pants. I slowly unzip and strip completely down before lying back down on my bed. We pick up where I left off.
I grip myself and begin stroking slowly, tip to base. I add pressure at the tip with a light squeeze before traveling down my length and back up again.
"Oh, so good Edward. It feels so good."
"Ah that's right baby, so good."
"Please Edward, I want more."
"And you are going to get more, I promise, baby." I moan.
I begin to speed up my strokes as I visualize her going down on me. She sucks in her cheeks just the way I like her to. She licks and nibbles with her teeth against me. I groan and begin to grunt.
"Ah, so good baby. You do it so good." I tell her.
"Fill me Edward; I want you to come in my mouth."
"Oh, I'm going to, baby, and you are going to swallow everything I give you." I growl.
"Oh! Yes, Edward yes, I want it!"
I lick my palm and grip my head again, tugging slightly. Base to tip, Base to tip.
I smear the pre-cum at my tip over my head and stroke eagerly. We are getting close to the finale and I can feel the tightening in my balls. I grasp my cock harder and pump my shaft before trailing my fingers down the vein that ran down the underside, applying more pressure. I pick up the pace and picture her sucking on me so hard I can't help but pant. It feels to fucking good!
"Fuck yes!" I yell.
I pop my neck as the sweat is coming down my chest. Faster, I stroke to the brink. I picture her grabbing my balls, massaging gently.
"You like it when I fuck your pretty mouth, don't you? Say it!" I growl.
"Mmm…Oh God Edward, yes!" She moans with her mouth around my cock as I grip her hair.
I feel it hit me like a rocket it's so powerful. The buildup is there and I am about to come. I stroke up towards my head and pause there. I begin to quicken my pace and loosen my hold slightly to where I am stroking just the head. I come hard, filling her mouth.
"Ah fuck!" I yell as I see my release land on my stomach. I am panting and grunting, completely spent. I lay there looking up at my ceiling until my breathing evens out. I realize that this chapter is coming to a close.
"Thank you, Edward. It was fun while it lasted. Now go get her, tiger." She winks at me.
"I will Kelly. I most certainly will." I breathe.
I collect my drunk self and take a shower. I wash off the remains of my latest and last rendezvous with Kelly Lebrock. I go to the stereo and turn on the radio. Bob Sieger fills my room. I smile as I pick up my shades, the opening cords filling my soul.
"Just take those old records off the shelf."
I slide across my bedroom floor's surface and proceed to reenact the whole dance number from Risky Business. Here I am drunk, sporting my shades and shaking my ass like Tom Cruise. Let's just say Tom Cruise has nothing on my dancing skills.
Once my Oscar winning performance is over, I climb into bed with one thought in mind as I fall into my slumber:
get ready, Bella Swan, for a night you will never forget.
