True Love Waits Chapter 4, a twilight fanfic

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A/N: I have nothing clever to say here. See you at the bottom. :)

WARNING: This chapter contains underage drinking, in case that bothers anyone...

Chapter 4

"I am a man

Cut from the know

Rarely do friends

Come and then go

She was a girl

Soft but estranged

We were the two

Our lives rearranged

Feelin' so good that day

A feeling of love that day

Twisting and turning, you're feelings are burning

You're breaking the girl

She meant you no harm

Think you're so clever, but now you must sever

You're breaking the girl

He loves no one else"

Breaking the Girl - Red Hot Chili Peppers

High School

Tenth grade…

As soon as school started up again, I tried to pick up where I left off with Bella. Even though we had no classes together, we would talk sometimes if we saw each other in the hallway, or at lunch. It was nice to see her again. But nothing could have prepared me for the day she kissed me.

It was at the end of September, and it was the day of my first game on the JV basketball team. I was so nervous that I thought I was either going to throw up or pass out. I paced the sidewalk outside the gym until I finally had to sit on the ground with my head between my knees.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" came a voice from above me. I looked up to find Bella standing over me in a little white t-shirt and jeans, with her hands on her hips. She'd barely spoken to me in the past couple of days. I figured it was because of two things. For one, Emmett was a Senior at the school where we were both attending, so she probably didn't want him seeing us together, and two, like I said, we had absolutely no classes together.

I looked into her brown eyes, shocked that she was finally speaking to me again.

"Edward, you look like shit! What's wrong?"

I stood up and glared down at her, "I'm nervous Bella! That's what the hell's wrong with me! Have you seen how many people are in there? What if I can't make a single shot? What if I can't make any free throws? What if I trip and fall on my ass? What if I-"

SLAP!

Holy SHIT, she just slapped me!

"Did you just…why did you…YOU SLAPPED ME!" I stuttered, in complete shock.

Bella's eyes widened briefly, before she chuckled. "Well, it usually works in the movies," she shrugged. "You feel better now?"

I gaped at her with my mouth open for a moment. "No!"

I still felt like throwing up. My palms were sweating and I tried wiping them on my shorts. Then I ran my fingers through my messy hair and tugged tightly on it.

"Okay, hand on your knees," Bella commanded.

"What?"

"Just do it, Cullen. I'm trying to help you here. I have an idea."

"You're not gonna slap me again, are you?"

She threw her head back and started cracking up. "No, but you should've seen the look on your face. That shit was priceless!"

"Bella, this isn't helping me, you jackass!"

This made her laugh even harder. She was bent over with laughter, and I was getting pissed. "Bella!" I shouted.

"What? Okay, Okay…geez, keep your panties on Dickward! Damn!" She shook her head and then put her hands on her hips expectantly. "Well?" she asked, irritated.

"Well what?" I matched her voice as I glowered down at her. I was about to start hyperventilating if I didn't calm the hell down somehow.

"Hands on your knees and close. your. eyes," she demanded.

I looked at her with a 'What the hell are you talking about?' look on my face.

"Do it!" she yelled to me.

"Fine!" I yelled back, before leaning down and doing as she told me. I barely heard her mutter something under her breath that sounded like "Pain in the ass".

"Ok, don't move, and don't open your eyes," Bella instructed.

"Fine…" I grumbled. I heard her let out a long breath and I wondered briefly if she was about to kick me in the balls or something. I tensed slightly at that thought. Then the unexpected happened.

I felt her put her warm, tiny hands on my cheeks, and before I could ask her what she was about to do, her soft lips were on mine. It wasn't just a peck either. Her lips were plump and warm and tasted like cinnamon. Only in that instant did I realize that this was my first kiss. Pretty pathetic that it took me so long right? Yeah, well whatever. Kiss my ass. I've always been a little shy so sue me.

Then she kissed me again. Her lips took my bottom lip into hers and gently sucked on them. Then she did it again with my top lip. When she finally stopped kissing me, her lips lingered on top of mine and I could feel her warm, cinnamon breath on my face. There was an awkward silence as we both stayed perfectly still, frozen in our poses. My knees felt weak, and it wasn't because of the impending basketball game. I definitely wasn't freaking out about the game anymore. I started to reach for her when she let go of my face. I opened my eyes to see her stepping backwards. I didn't know what to say so I just stared at her.

She quickly cleared her throat. "Feel better now?" she asked, while her eyes looked everywhere but at me and she shifted from one foot to the other.

I was speechless. "I…uh…I…"

She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Well I'm not letting you grab my boobs or anything, so you're just gonna have to grow some balls and get your ass out there. I'm sure you'll do great." She flushed red and looked at the ground as if she were embarrassed or nervous or something.

"Bella," I called to her, not knowing what else to say. I hadn't expected her to kiss me, and I didn't know what I was supposed to do next.

"I'm sorry okay?" she all but shouted. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just thought it would help. So…just, forget it. Good luck," she said,annoyed, before stalking away – with a familiar brown ponytail whipping behind her – into the gym. I stood there dumfounded.

Great. Now she was going to watch me fall on my face in there? But the funny thing was, I wasn't nervous anymore. It worked. All I could think about was how she had kissed me, how I could still taste her on my lips, and how my lips were still buzzing, just as they did when her lips were on mine. But then she got mad at me. God, she was so confusing.

I went inside and played a kick-ass game. I made every shot, made tons of rebounds and assists, and we won the game by forty three points. Every once in a while I was able to see Bella cheering for me in the bleachers. I tried looking for her after the game, but I couldn't see her anywhere. I did however find a very large, very pissed-off-looking Emmett staring me down from the bleachers where he sat with a bitchy-looking blonde. Must be Rachel or whatever Bella said her name was.

Thankfully, my mom came over and led me out of the gym and out of Emmett's death glare. What the hell was his problem with me anyway? Did Yorkie tell him I was a serial killer or something? I wondered about the possibilities until my mom's voice broke through my thoughts.

"So, I talked to your friend Bella tonight," she smiled.

"Oh yeah?"

"She's cute. I like her much better than that Jessica girl." She said 'Jessica' the same way Bella had, and it made me laugh a little.

"We're just good friends mom."

"That's too bad. She's really spunky. I like her a lot," she gushed.

"Spunky?"

"Mm-hmm, it was so funny the way her brother kept picking on her and she kept serving it right back to him. That's one tough girl."

"Yeah she is pretty tough," I smiled. I saw my mom smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. I rolled my eyes. "We're just friends mom, knock it off."

"Okay okay, jeez. Don't get your panties in a twist Edward."

Oh God, she sounded just like Bella.

And so the days went on. Bella didn't talk to me at school, but she was at almost all of my games, and she sat with my mom every time. They were becoming little buddies. So much so, that I learned things that were going on with Bella through her conversations with my mother. In the meantime, I had gotten my driver's license and guilted my dad into buying me a car. I didn't have time to have a job since I was playing basketball and he wanted me to get good grades so I could get a scholarship. So he gave in and bought me an old Chevy Nova that I had been drooling over for a month. It was in perfect condition other than it needed a new paint job. My mom had it painted for me as a late birthday present. I got to pick the color - Candy apple red.

Through my mom, I learned that Bella's father, Charlie, had an old Chevy Chevelle hidden away in their shed, and Bella was hoping to have it when she got her license. Charlie was also teaching her how to work on the car, which I thought was pretty cool.

X-X-X

On an unseasonably warm October night, I was in my room doing my Algebra homework when I heard a rumbling engine come down the street. It almost sounded like my car idling outside. I was about to get up and look out the window when my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but I knew the voice immediately.

"Come outside Dickward!" the familiar voice shouted through the phone, then snickered.

"Bella?"

"Hurry up!" she yelled, before hanging up. I got up from my bed and ran over to the window to see a black Chevelle sitting in front of my house. Its engine revved loudly several times.

Jesus H. Christ, she doesn't even have a license yet and I bet Charlie doesn't know she's driving his precious baby. Shit, she must have lost her mind.

She honked the horn and I grabbed my phone and my hoodie sweatshirt, and ran downstairs.

"Where are you going? Dinner's almost ready," my mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Uuuhhh…I'm going out with a friend. Be back later!" I yelled quickly, before slipping out the front door. I ran over to the driver side door and saw Bella sitting behind the wheel with a huge grin plastered across her face. "What the hell are you doing, Bella? Your dad's gonna murder you!"

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Uggggghhh…come on Edward, grow a set and do something crazy for once!" I narrowed my eyes at her. "Fine, I'll go by myself," she huffed as she reached up to the gear shift by the steering wheel, to put it in DRIVE.

"Wait!" I put my hand on hers to stop her. The buzzing was there again and she looked at me with wide eyes. I quickly removed my hand and walked around to the other side of the car to get in. The car was completely restored inside with a CD player and new upholstery.

"Where are we going?" I asked her as she put the car in DRIVE.

"CRAZY THAT'S WHERE!" she shouted as she floored it. The tires screeched and the car sped forward as we started to fishtail.

"Jesus Bella, what the hell's gotten into you?" I shouted, as I braced my hand against the dashboard.

She let off the gas a little and drove at normal speed, leaning her head onto her left hand, driving only with her right. When she didn't answer me and instead bit her bottom lip with her metal-clad teeth, I knew something was bothering her. She always made that face when her parents were fighting or she had a fight with Emmett. At least that's what I remembered from the last time we had hung out. I didn't push it any further. Instead I turned on the radio and found a station we both liked. It was a Smashing Pumpkins song and I knew that was one of her favorite bands, so I turned up the volume loud, and Bella's frown turned into a big metal-mouthed grin.

"First Beach. Down in La Push," she yelled over the music. I nodded. We drove on down the road, not speaking any further until we reached the beach. She parked the car and cut the engine, before she jumped out of the car. She hopped up on the hood, scooting all the way back until she was lying on the windshield and staring up at the sky. I got out of the car and managed to get myself in the same position without crushing the hood. We stared up at the sky for a few minutes without speaking.

"Why do people even get married?" Bella asked.

"I don't know."

There was another long silence between us.

"I was a mistake." she blurted out of nowhere.

"What?"

"That's what my dad said...well…I overheard him say it. I guess him and my mom where about to split up when she found out she was pregnant with me. Crazy huh?"

"Bella, that's just…"

"Fucked up?" she finished my thought as a tear rolled down her cheek. I reached over and wiped it away.

"Yeah," I quietly replied.

"Yeah, well...I'm never getting married." She sniffed and swiped away at a few more tears before getting up and jumping off the hood. She went to the window and reached in to grab her purse. When she hopped back up on the hood, she had a near empty bottle of tequila in her hand.

"I swiped it from Mr. Angel Emmett's stash," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

"You really have lost your mind haven't you? I can't drink that!"

"This isn't for you Edna, it's for me. Besides, there's hardly enough in here to get me drunk, but still, you can drive home,"she said. Then she took a huge swig from the bottle, grimaced at the taste, before putting the lid back on. She looked over at me and smiled. "Puts hair on your chest right? So maybe it'll put boobs there for me too!" she joked.

"Shut up Bella, you have boobs," I told her as I rolled my eyes.

"Ha! I knew you were looking at them you jackass!" she laughed.

"I was not, asshole!"

She cracked up again before re-opening the bottle and pouring the little bit that was left down her throat. After putting the lid back on, she sat up on the hood and chucked the bottle across the parking lot and into the sand.

We stayed out there past midnight, while Bella regaled her story of how she pushed the car down the street to sneak it out, and how she would probably be grounded until she was thirty, once she got home.

Luckily, Charlie only grounded her for a month, because he had no idea she had also been drinking. He also threatened to sell the Chevelle if she ever did it again.

Now that we had each other's cell phone numbers, we usually just talked on the phone if we needed to vent, which was often.

Since I was the one legally licensed to drive, I picked her up instead of vice versa whenever one of us needed a La Push venting session. That was, until we got busted for being out after curfew. Luckily, Bella was able to convince the officer that she would never do it again if he promised not to tell her dad. I was amazed that all she had to do was smile and bat her lashes at the young officer and he was putty in her hands. If it had been a female cop, it would have been up to me to do the sweet-talking, which I knew was no problem. I did it all the time with female teachers, and girls at school who I knew could help me with my homework. Hey, I do what I have to.

Anyway, we found a new place to drive to. It was a little meadow off the road, where my car barely fit between the trees. The cops never bothered us there.

Even though our parents continued to fight on a regular basis, we were happy in our own little bubble. All was right with the world.

Until Christmas came.

Until Jacob Black showed up.

Bella's Diary

Dear Diary,

I kissed him. I did what Aunt Charlotte told me to do. I went for it. It was…amazing. Until he looked at me like I had two heads. Then I realized it was a mistake. I was so embarrassed. I told him to just forget it and it looks like he has. I'm all done trying to make him like me the way I like him. He obviously doesn't feel the same way, so I'm giving up. I'll still be his friend, but that's it, I guess. I can live with that. I think. Anyway, other than that, everything is decent I guess. Mom and dad still fight constantly, and Emmett still bugs the shit out of me. I might get a job at the diner in town so that should keep me busy. Oh, who am I kidding? I will still think of you-know-who 24 hours a day. Maybe I'll ask my mom to let me go live with Aunt Charlotte in Arizona. At least there I could get some peace and quiet. Plus their neighbor James is pretty nice. He took me and my cousin Kate swimming at the water park this summer when I visited. He was pretty cool I guess. I'm sure there's no way my dad would let me go live there though. Oh well. Guess I'm stuck here in Forks for now. Lucky me. Yay...

Emmett, I really don't know why you're still reading this, but I know you are. You suck at being sneaky. Go ahead and read it if you want. I don't care anymore.

Talk to you whenever Diary.

~ Bella

A/N: Aww...poor Bella is getting so frustrated. Yes, Edward will come around soon...very soon. I suggest you all enjoy the sweet, naive, clueless Edward while he lasts, because eventually he is really going to piss you off. He has good reason for it, I assure you. I'm not revealing anything else yet, sorry... til next time... thanks for reading! ;)