4. I've Got Sushine On A Cloudy Day.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all the characters. I only own the plot.
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My Girl by The Temptations.
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Bella was now overly ecstatic about how she found her first clue in finding her old best friend and possibly lover. She had spent straight nights trying to remember as much as she could, but she couldn't go passed what they used to do together. She tried to remember, hard, but nothing worked. Maybe she could go to some hypnosis person to help her. . .would that work? Who knows. She just wanted to remember his face. . .to remember his name. . .to just remember him entirely. She was determind to find him and she had a strong feeling inside that she could tell that he was trying to find her, too.
As for Edward, he was stuck in his dorm, lying flat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking. He was thinking hard. He was trying to remember, too. He missed that "date" with Bella. It wasn't really a date, but what else were you supposed to call it? Going-to-the-library-so-Bella-can-tell-me-why-she-is-a-bitch-to-people? Oh yes, very appropriate.
But really, the only thing that was stuck in his mind was his old best friend. Who was she? What did she look like? Damn these repressed memories. Why did he have to forget? Why did he have to move and leave her there, in Forks? Why, why, why? He was getting upset now. Very upset. If Carlisle and Esme hadn't taken him into their family, like good aunts and uncles, he would still be at the orphanage, and he would still be with his best friend, the one that he loved for a very long time. They could have been together this whole entire time. Edward wouldn't have been in a coma, he wouldn't have suffered from nine-eleven. He would be in the park, on a bright, hot, sunny day, pushing his best friend on the swing, higher and higher. He wanted to find her. But where to look? The world is a large place, yet it is also a small world. Will he be able to find her? He good try and track her down. . .but he would have to remember her name for that. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why did life hate him?
Is she even trying to look for me? he thought silently to himself.
What if she was? That would give him such hope and excitement. But what if she wasn't? Then Edward would do his best to try and find her. Did she remember him? Did she remember his name and his face and his personality? Did she honestly remember all of it, while he was stuck with nothing but memories of what they used to do together, yet has no idea who she is? Is this fair? Why is he asking himself so many questions and not going to bother searching for her?
"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside I've got the month of May." Now The Temptations were playing on Edward's large stereo that was right beside his computer desk. (I just love the Temptations. . .) "I guess you'd say. What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)."
This song basically related to Edward in every way. Just remembering her and what they used to do together when they were younger, just made Edward glow. He may know her completely, but just that small memory was enough to make a smile grow on Edward's lips. He was grinning in such a happy manner, all the flashbacks of what they did, of what they played, of what they said to each other. He couldn't help but feel like this song told a story of his life. Sure, this song was out before he was born, but still. . .It made him feel a lot of hope inside.
"I've got so much honey the bees envy me. I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees. I guess you'd say." The Temptations sang on Edward's stereo. God, they were an amazing group. "What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl). Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)."
Edward sang along in his head, bopping his head to the rythme. And just as this song played, Edward just kept thinking how lucky he was. How he had such a wonderful song to remind him of his past. Maybe he could ask Miss Parker if they would practice this song or if they could doing at the concert and replace it. Yes. . .he could do that.
And that was when it hit him as the song changed to "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley.
Who was the girl who was wearing the locket?
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Who was E?
Damn it. This was so hard for Bella to figure out. She may have her first clue, but it wasn't helping that much. It just had the first letter of his name. It didn't say the location or where he could have gone or anything. This was unbelievably difficult, but Bella couldn't help but feel excited about how she will be able to see her best friend again. . .that is, if she could just trying and freaking remember. It was hard, yes, but Bella wasn't going to give up yet. No no. She hasn't seen her best friend in like, what, three-four years? Not long, but still agonizing.
And just fifteen minutes later (with still no idea who E is) someone knocked on her door.
She got up lazily and went to her front and opened it while running a hand through her hair. And at her doorway was Edward Masen. "Hi, there," she said in a tensed voice. He did ditch her while she was waiting in the library, after all. And he didn't even apologize to her. Rude by her impression. "What brings you here? At my apartment? Which I have no idea how you found."
Edward gave an apologetic laugh, as he scratched the back of his end. "I am sorry for ditching you at the library. . .something came up," he added. He didn't want Bella getting too suspicious, because if she found out that he really got caught up with other people, she would just slam the door on his face. Wait. . .how did he know this? He's only known her for like a couple of days. But deep down, he thinks somewhere in his gut or something, he feels likes he knows Bella inside out.
But that's absurd. He doesn't know what her favorite color is. Wait. . .it's blue. How do I know this? he yelled at himself. He wanted to see if he was right. "Is your favorite color blue?" he randomly said while not paying attention to what Bella was saying earlier. Bella just stared at him for a couple of seconds before she answered.
"Yes," she said. "How did you -?"
"Nevermind that," he quickly replied. You don't want to know how. . .I don't even know how. God, what is wrong with me today? "Anyway, I was thinking we could go to Starbucks and have a coffee-"
"Obviously," Bella cut in.
"-and talk like we were supposed to at the library," he ended his sentence, ignoring Bella's outburst. "Please?" he begged. If he was correct, this might be the happiest day of his life. . .that is, if Bella answers his questions correctly. Lets hope she will. . .for Edward's sake. "So, do you mind?"
Bella sighed. "Sure. I'm not busy right now, so let's go," she said. "Who's car?"
"We'll take mine."
"You sure?"
"Positive," he clarified.
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After getting a hot coffee and an iced coffee (for Bella. She really liked iced coffees better), they sat down at a table farthest away from everyone else until Bella finally spoke. "You didn't have to pay," she told him. "I had money. I'm not poor."
"I didn't say you are," Edward replied, taking a sip out of his hot coffee. "But, it was my pleasure."
"Yeah, sure." Bella took some whipped cream off the top of her cup and licked her finger. "Questions away," she said in a fake dramatic voice. He smiled and thought of his first question.
"Okay," he said lowly. "Why don't you want to befriend anyone?"
Bella stayed quiet for a minute or two before Edward pointed at his watch, indicating that he doesn't have all day. She sighed and answered, "I don't want to befriend people because the closest person to you is the person who hurts you. I was hurt a couple of times, but the badest was a couple of years ago. Long story short, I don't really trust anyone."
Edward chuckled. "And yet you are-"
"I know, I know," she said to shut him up. "I'm trusting you right now, for some odd reason, because-" But she stopped herself.
"Because. . .?" Edward asked curiously.
Bella rubbed her eye, even though it wasn't itchy or anything. She was buying some time while she thought. "Because," she continued on, "I have some sort of feeling in me that says that I can trust you. I don't know why, but it feels like you are a person who can keep his word."
"I am," Edward replied.
"Of course. Next question."
"How were you hurt?"
The question Bella had been dreading since Edward first offered to come here. She didn't want to tell Edward her story. She didn't even remember her story that well. But it was a story that told a lot, obviously, but told a tragedy. If she were to explain to him her story, she would probably start crying. She would probably start breathing deeply. She would probably think of him and say to herself, "Why haven't I found you yet?" Clearly, she wasn't even trying right now - what a horrible best friend she is. That is, if she still is his best friend. Who knows, maybe over the years he forgot her, or maybe he just thought that she was a lost memory, not yet nor ever going to be found. Maybe he had a family and a nice, beautiful wife. . .so many possibilities, so many that make her heart hurt from even just thinking of them.
"Do you really want to know?" she asked him seriously, trying to continue her sadness. But Edward could see past that; he could see it in her eyes. You could be a very good actor, but your eyes never lie. They tell a story beyond your control. And if you know how to read people's eyes, then you would be able to tell what the person is like, what this person has been through, without the person even telling you. And Edward can see it right.
"If you don't want to tell me, then it's fine," he said in a soft tone.
Bella shook her head. Maybe it was finally time to let it out. "I'll tell you," she said, trying to contain her voice from shaking. "My mother died when I was born and my father died when I was three-years-old. I had, basically, no one. It was until I met my best friend. He was everything to me. He was my world, he was my healer. He was my reason of living. Don't give me that look, we weren't in a romantic relationship. Anyway, we had spent years together - he was always there for me. He sang to me, he played with me, he slepted with me. No, I mean he came into my bed when I couldn't sleep and helped me fall asleep. God, Edward, you have a sick mind. Getting back to the story, he left after and next thing I know, he got killed. I'm all alone now. I still haven't recovered, but it hurts a bit less now than it did years ago."
Edward nodded in an understanding way. "Wow," he said in a whisper. "I'm sorry about your parents and best friend."
"No need to be sorry," Bella said immediatly. "You weren't there. You didn't do anything."
Ah, but that was where Bella was completely wrong - but she didn't know it. Edward didn't know it. But he was there and he did do something. He was the one who brought Bella the pain, but he just didn't know it. Edward was now ready to ask his next question, the question that he was so anxious to ask. The one question that might change everything, if he was right, that is.
"Next question," Bella told him, blowing her nose in the napkin that she took from the counter earlier.
Edward took a deep breath. His hopes were now up to full max, but then he had that little thought in his head that told him, And what if it isn't her? What if you are completely wrong? What if you have to restart all over again? Really, don't get your hopes, it might not be her.
I won't know until I try.
"Where did you get that locket?"
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A/N: My God! Another update! It's a miracle! XD Sorry I take so long, but I get caught up with hanging out with friends and doing homework and all that jazz.
Anyway, you should really listen to The Temptations, they are amazing. They may be dead (I think. . .?) but really, they were awesome.
Oh my God. . .I was so excited just a couple of seconds ago. . .now my excitement is gone. Wait. . .what the hell was I excited for? I am such a freak. (YES I AMZ, DON'T LIE!)
Lolz, okayz, I'm done.
Please review. No flames.
