"Hey Bella." He said in his husky voice. I smiled and he took this as a sign to continue. "About your song," I inwardly sighed. Why did he have to bring this up? I am already as embarrassed by them enough. "Well, I heard about the talent show that's coming up and…" he trailed off suggestively.
"And…" I encouraged.
"And I thought that maybe we could kinda work on that song your writing and I could you know, sing the um, lyrics, and you could, um, maybe sing them with me." He was stuttering, and I held back a giggle.
"Uh, I guess, wait, me….singing?" I loved singing but not in public. "Maybe you could sing them, I'll just co-write."
"No, Bella. I have a feeling you're a great singer. And it is fro charity." He was very persuasive. "We could start writing it together tonight if you'd like." I was about to answer yes, but then remembered Edward and the biology project.
"I'd really like to, but tonight I have to work on my biology project."
"Oh, okay then." He looked disappointed. "Well, maybe another time then." Then his face came back to its normal shine and he flashed a dazzling smile. He winked at me, (is it possible that a wink can make you like a guy?) and then sauntered away.
I jumped into the truck and started it up. Angela was right, Jacob was hot, really hot, and I was going out with him! The over due excitement finally took over and I squealed. I think I like Jacob, I think I really like Jacob. By the time I got home, I couldn't wait until the next time I could see Jacob. Edward was waiting out the front of his house, his forehead in his hands and his elbows on his knees. He looked sad, but what could he be sad about. Thoughts of Jacob were, regretfully, pushed into the corner of my mind, and concern for Edward took over. I jumped out of the truck and slammed the door closed, he didn't even flinch.
"Edward," I said, he looked up and smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Hey Bells, you ready to get to work?"
"Actually, I wanted to ask why you looked so sad today." His face dropped and he let go of a large breath.
"Don't worry about it Bells." He said, trying to smooth it over. "It's a guy thing." I had to laugh at this.
"Fine. But you will tell me, sometime or another." He flashed a toothy grin and motioned me inside. I followed him into his kitchen.
"Mum's not home." I sat at one of the bench stools and he handed me a can of lemonade. "So, where are we gonna do this thing?" He asked while grabbing himself a can.
"Well, I was thinking that we do it in the old tree house. I haven't been up there for ages." He cracked his crooked smile and headed up the stairs. I followed him.
When we got to his door, he pushed it open and I saw the familiar, messy room that I hadn't seen in a few months. "Your room hasn't changed at all." I said. He chuckled quietly as we tried to find a path between all the CD's, books, balls, blankets and trinkets. We got to the large window and he pushed the frame upwards. I looked out at the tree that grew between mine and his house. The branches spread so either of us could access the tree house by climbing out the window. I jumped onto the branch and tried to balance all the way to the centre point. The tree house was small and cosy, the walls were covered in posters and a box in the centre acted as a table. There were pillows that bordered most of the floor, a small bookshelf that Edward built and a small chair that I attempted building. It may have been a bit childish, but I loved it just the same. I sat down on the floor and put my school bag on the 'table' and Edward did the same. I pulled out my biology text book, my notebook, the one with my songs, was acting as a book mark. I pulled it out and went to put it back in my bag, when Edward grabbed it off me.
"And what is this?" He said playfully. He opened it to the page with my song, and Jacobs phone number. He traced his finger over the words as he read. "This is really good." He said when he was about half way through. "Oh." He said when he reached the corner with the phone number written on it. He muttered something unintelligible as his eyebrows knitted together. "Have you got any music for it yet?" he asked, he face coming back to its normal friendliness.
"Not yet." I said truthfully. "But I was going to do it for the talent show, so I really do need music, and quick." I knew that Edward played the piano and I silently pleaded that he would help me with the music.
"You want some help?" He asked, but he didn't wait for an answer, he just jumped up and ran out of the tree house. He leapt into his room, very gracefully I might add, and motioned me to hurry up. I copied his actions, and followed him into the lounge room. He sat down on the stool in front of the grand piano and placed his fingers on the ivory keys. "So, you sing it for me, and I'll try to get something from that." I blushed; I didn't want to sing it. I hadn't sung in front of anyone for years. I mean, I'm sure the whole neighbourhood heard me in the shower, but I hadn't purposely sung in public for ages.
"Um, maybe I should, um, just, um, not sing it, I mean, um, maybe, you could, um, you know, like, um, make something up, I , um haven't, actually, um, made a tune or anything." Wow I said um like 10 times in that on sentence. New record.
"Yeah right. Now cummon I've heard you sing before, don't worry about it."
"But I get so nervous, even with you!" I said exasperated.
"Okay, well close your eyes, and imagine that you're by yourself, I'm not here." He said, waving his arms around magically. I stifled a laugh and let my eye lids cover my eyes. I imagined myself alone, and sang my song. My voice rang around the house. I poured emotion into each and every word. By the time I finished and opened my eyes once again, Edward was staring at me in awe.
"Wow, that was" he looked almost speechless. "That was…fantastic, terrific, awesome, great, beautiful. I loved it." His eyes were full of sincerity and I blushed deeper. I must have looked like a tomato by now. "Okay, well, that gave me a lot to work with." He pushed down on a few keys and tried, over and over to get the same tune that I sung. We both worked together on changing the tempo in certain areas, and making the chorus a bit more repetitive. By the time we were finished, he played it one last time and I was very happy with the results. "Well, I think we've done pretty well for one day." He said.
"You did very well." I said and he looked sheepishly at his foot and twisted it on the floor.
"Oh, shucks miss." He said and we both burst into laughter. It was good to have a friend like Edward; he could be serious and trustworthy, but also fun and energetic. I breathed in and out steadily and walked towards the door. Edward followed me, and smiled when I turned to say goodbye. I looked into his eyes and nearly got lost in the deep pools of green when I realised that we were both leaning toward each other, I was surprised at my forwardness and I knew it wasn't right, but I had neither the power nor the desire to pull back. Suddenly the door slammed open and I heard a gasp. I pulled back abruptly and gasped at my stupidity. I turned to see Emmett glaring at the two of us id horror.
"What. The. Hell?" He said, making each word a separate sentence. "Sorry for interrupting this…uh…this thing." He said. I blushed madly.
"Bye Edward, thanks for the…yeah." I muttered and I left him to deal with my brother. I slammed the door behind me and ran to my own home. I got in the door to see Jasper eating a foot long sandwich.
"What up your arse?" he said noticing my serious face. I glowered at him and tried to calmly make my way up the stairs. I tripped on the third step. That was enough to break me. I sobbed quietly into my arm and ran the rest of the way to my room. When I got there, I jumped on my bed and cried, and screamed into my pillow.
What is wrong with me? I like Jacob! Jacob! Not Edward! He is like my brother, and neither of us are interested in anything more!
Then what was that 'almost kiss' about? Why were your eyes locked onto each others? Why were you falling into the pools of green?
I don't know! What about Jacob, he's hot, and talented, and interested in me! He likes me and I like him! We're going out soon, and that's it! My mind had to agree with me there. We were going out, and he was helping me with my song. But Edward was also helping me. Will Jacob be okay with this? I hope so. We didn't even get to do the biology assignment. Damn. That meant I had to go over there again tomorrow. My pager buzzed in my pocket, signalling that I had received a text message from Angela.
Angel-babe-64: Did u cal Jake yet?
Clumsay-chick: Not yet
Angel-babe-64: Y not?
Clumsay-chick: Coz I had hmwrk.
Angel-babe-64: Cal him now. Plz?
Clumsay-chick: I dnt wanna sound desperate.
I didn't get a reply, so I turned my pager off. Angela would have to wait for me to move at my own pace. I reached down beside my bed and found my book. I would rather keep my mind off my current situation, and lose myself in my stories.
I still like Jacob, just not as much as Edward.
No, you like-like Jacob, you just like Edward.
But Edward is kind and caring and trustworthy and funny. Jacob is hot and talented and…well that's all I know about Jacob. I would like to get to know him more. I do like Jake, I do like Jake, I do like Jake…
I chanted this to myself until I fell into a dreamless sleep.
