Alright, So I'm letting you all know that I'm changing my name to either "Sparkle Me Sun", "Esme's Favorite", or "La Tua Cantante". So if you can't find "FutureMrs.Cullen" anymore, now you know why.
And also, I am deleting my first story, "My New Moon". It's not that good, and only got 19 reviews. So, okay I'm done now, and yeah. Go read the chapter!
If you skipped the A/N, go read it now, IT'S IMPORTANT.
EPOV
Sitting awkwardly next to the girl you have a crush on is not the most fun thing in the world. But, I thought to myself, she kissed me. That must mean that she likes me a little bit, too, right?
Who am I kidding; she probably does that as a way of saying 'goodbye.' I know that her small friend, the hyperactive pixie one…Alice…or Mary…or whoever does.
She's a crazy ball of energy, but she helps bring out the party animal in Jasper. I'm really glad that they found each other after they moved apart, and that Rosalie and Emmett seemed to be hitting it off. The thing that upsets me though, is that Bella and I don't have a chance for something like that.
I mean, to me it seems that Alice (I've decided that I like this name better – it suits her personality more) and Jasper, and Rosalie and Emmett, even, have true love. The kind where you survive anything that God throws at you. You stick together, and you love each other for the flaws that you have. You don't care that they weigh this much, or that they have to dye their hair to prevent pre-mature grays form showing. You just love and accept them no matter what.
Unfortunately for me, all Bella seems to want is a friendship. An awkward friendship – but a friendship nonetheless. I guess I could try to just be friends – no. If she doesn't like me above the friendship level, then how am I supposed to pretend to not have these feelings for her? How am I supposed to act like I don't want to grab her and hold her close, like I don't want to kiss her perfectly shaped mouth? Like all I want is to stay friends?
I can't.
I have this saying that I rarely use, except for intense situations where life seems to want to slap me in the face. This saying just so happens to be 'life is a bitch.' Right now, life wants to show me that I could have this beautiful, smart, amazingly wonderful woman as my own, but instead, all she wants to be is a friend.
Unfortunately, I know how to avoid pretending to be just a friend, and it is not a fun thing.
I will have to separate myself from Isabella Swan.
Over the next few days, we rarely talked, and when we did, it was just bumping into each other in the hallways, with awkward "hello's" and stiff "goodbye's".
I would have to say that lunch was the worst though.
Alice – as she told us all to call her now – knew about the kiss and tried with all her might (which is actually quite a lot) to get Bella to even look in my direction. Eventually – after the 57th time, yes I counted – she stopped trying, but I could tell that she wasn't happy with it.
Once, she flicked her gaze to mine and it felt like she was telling – no, screaming – at me to talk to Bella. I glanced to where she was sitting – right next to me, courtesy of Alice – and back to said pixie. She seemed to understand my unspoken question and motioned her head subtly up and down one time.
No one else would have noticed if they were staring at either of us, which they weren't. Internally, I smiled. Alice would be like the sister I never had. We could have secret conversations without anyone – Edward! Man, stay focused!
Shaking my head slightly to rid myself of my thoughts, I turned to my left to face…Emmett? Bella had left the cafeteria while I was 'talking' to Alice, leaving a blank space where her beauty once shined.
After that one lunch, I gave up hope. Alice was not happy with this, but I learned to ignore the death glares and pleading glances to talk to Bella. She kept trying to assure me that Bella likes me just as much as I like her.
Eventually, though, Wednesday reared its ugly head and I was faced with a pink faced mother, eager to get me out of the house.
"Edward Anthony! You really should get going. You shouldn't be late for these classes, dear, they cost quite a bit of money, and the only way you'll get out of one is if you're dieing from…I don't know…the Spanish Influenza (Nudge, nudge. Lol, I had to!) Or something!" she said, suspiciously, I might add. It felt like she was hinting at something, but I just couldn't place my finger on it.
"Uhmmm…okay? Mom, are you sure you're okay, or is it that time of the month where I hide in my room?" I asked, unsure. She hit me on the arm gently.
"No! Now get going!" She grabbed my car keys and threw them to me.
The whole way to classes, I was thinking about Bella. Okay, that's a lie - I've been thinking about her the whole week.
But, regardless, I was thinking about Bella. And once I pulled into the parking lot, I had reached the conclusion of asking for new partners. I sighed sadly; I really like Bella, but she doesn't feel the same, and separation is the only way I can deal with rejection, so I have to separate us as much as possible. School is going to be more difficult though…
My thoughts continued on in such a manner until I reached the classroom. I walked up to the teacher and was about to speak and catch her attention, when I heard the most amazing sound in the world.
Bella's voice.
"Edward, can I talk to you please?" I looked up, surprised to hear her talking to me, and equally surprised that she wanted to talk to me. I eagerly nodded, to which she smiled in response.
I smiled as I walked over, and she smiled, too. I felt a major case of déja vu, and I thought back to the first night of lessons, when I walked over to Bella, smiling, and she smiled in return. This, of course, was almost exactly like that night, so of course I would be remembering that night.
When I got over to her, I decided that it was now or never. I started talking, and noticed that she let out a big breath. Oops, maybe I'd interrupted her.
"Bella, look, I'm sorry if you think I was tensing because I didn't want you to kiss me, I mean it's just that you took me by surprise, and I'm not one to be taken by surprise a lot, and I really like you and everything, but you got me good, and when I get surprised, I tense up like that, and I'm sorry I didn't give you the note in class telling you I was sorry, but I just thought that you wouldn't want to hear it and- Bella? Are you even listening to me?" She didn't appear to be listening anymore. While we stopped talking, I took a huge breath of air. I tend to talk faster when I'm nervous…
She shook her head, and took another big breath.
"Edward, did your mom-wait what?" Why is she asking me that? What did I say that is so – oh, sweet lord. 'Life is a bitch. Life is a bitch. Life is a bitch.' I repeated my saying over and over in my head as comprehension donned on me, whereas Bella just started smiling. Widely.
"Did I just say that I like you out loud?" I looked up at her, and she was smiling so big that I wondered about the safety of her cheeks. All she did was nod once or twice.
"Oh, wow, Bella. I'm sorry. Please, don't hate me, but I've liked you for a long time, well since you started school at my school, and-"
"Edward," she cut me off. "I…I like you too, I just didn't want to say anything. But that doesn't matter right now. I need to ask you something important, ok?" Did I hear her correctly? She likes me too? I started nodding at her question, but I smiled 'crookedly,' as my mother calls it, and laced our fingers together.
"Just as long as you promise me that you'll go out with me, first." I stated simply. She just stared at me, jaw slack, and had a determined look in her eyes.
Her mouth had closed, and opened again, but the teacher went to the front of the room to start the lesson. Bella had to go to the other side of the room with the rest of the girls, and I couldn't stop staring at her. She mouthed the words 'pay attention' to me and smiled. I smiled back, and then looked up to the front of the room. The teacher showed us some basic steps, and then told us to get together with our partners and work on them.
Bella and I paired up, and I boldly laced our fingers together again, still smiling. We started working on the dance steps, when I spoke.
"So, Bella. You never answ-" I started to say, but I was cut off by Bella. Again.
"Yes. I will go out with you." We both smiled, and I pulled her closer, into a hug.
"Edward? I still need to ask you something." She said as she pulled away, smiling. I hope that it's not bad, but judging by that smile, I'd say it's not.
I nodded and she continued. "I know this will sound really random, but did your mom put you up to these lessons? Because it all fits. I mean, you obviously didn't want to be here on the first day, right?" At my nod, she continued. "Well, neither did I. And then my mom out of nowhere tells me I'm transferring schools? Well on the night of the first lesson, she tells me that her and Elizabeth, from her book club wanted 'you two to get to know each other', and then my friend Nicole tells me that Elizabeth's last name is Mason, so I was just wondering if…?" She trailed off.
I was shocked. So that was why she always throws me out the door.
"Yeah, I was tricked into going. How did you - you were tricked too?" She nodded. I sighed.
"You know, she never told me that she wanted to get me to know someone." I hoped she picked up on the fact that I'm talking about my mother. "She just told me to go to class and threw me out the door.
We both sighed, leaning into each other more, and danced for the rest of the night. I could get used to this, I thought, smiling.
When class ended, I walked her to her car, holding hands the way there.
"Goodnight, my Bella. I will see you tomorrow." I hugged her again, but then pulled her closer and gently kissed her on the lips. She seemed shocked at first, but then I found her kissing me back.
When we broke apart, we were both flushed and breathing a little heavier than usual.
"What was that for?" she asked. I wasn't sure, myself, exactly. I just got the sudden urge to kiss her, and couldn't resist the wine. But then I got an idea.
"That, was a make up for our, 'first kiss'." I was obviously referring to the time, last Thursday, that she kissed me on the cheek. She blushed at the memory, but smiled nonetheless.
"Well. I didn't mind at all. In fact, I think we might have to have another, because I wasn't ready for the first kiss." We both smiled, and then kissed one more time, before she had to get in the car to leave.
Right before she pulled out of the parking lot though, I sent her a text.
"I'll pick you up at your house tomorrow for school, ok? Love, Edward" It was a simple text, but putting the word "love" at the end of the sentence seemed like a bold move that I thought she would like.
I got another text almost instantly.
"Of course! I can't wait to see you! Love, Bella" She put 'love' in the text! Joy swelled through me and I smiled hugely. But then I remembered that I had no idea where she lived.
I texted back, sheepishly admitting that I had no clue where she lived, and she wrote back with her address. Each text had the word "love" in it at least once.
After I got her address, I got home, and there was one more thing I had to do before I went to bed.
"Mom?" I called out.
After a few seconds, I heard a muffled "Basement!" and ran downstairs to find my mom in her pottery studio. She's an aspiring artist who is amazingly good. Dad and I keep trying to put her pieces in a gallery but she's too modest and tells us she's not nearly good enough. Three guesses as to what we're getting her for Christmas.
"Yes, Pumpkin?" She asked. I cringed. Ever since the second grade Thanksgiving play, where I was the pumpkin, she won't stop calling me 'pumpkin.' At the time, I loved it, because it reminded me of the great role I scored in the play, but now… now it was just annoying.
"While I was in class today, my partner, Isabella Swan, told me that her mother and Elizabeth set up that their children meet at this dance lesson. Her friend, Nicole, helped her to figure out that Elizabeth's last name is Mason. Surprisingly, so is ours. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, now would you?" I asked casually. She was looking at me sheepishly.
"Uhh…well, you see, honey, Renée and I were worried that you both would never find anyone, and so we thought if we could subtly introduced you that sparks might fly and – Edward? What on earth are you smiling at?" She asked, surprised that my face had changed from (false) anger to happiness so fast.
"She said yes, Mom! She said yes!" Wow, Ed. Way to make it sound like you proposed, idiot. I looked at my mom and she looked wary.
"Said yes to what, exactly?" Her face paled at the thought of my answer.
I laughed at my mom. Her face was so ridiculous. "She said she'd go out with me, Mom." She joined me in laughter.
"Well, now that that's all taken care of, I'm off to bed. Night, Mom! Oh, and I'm picking Bella up for school tomorrow, too! Night!" I shouted the last part at a random wall as I sprinted up to my room.
I got ready for bed and turned off the lights, but something was not right. I thought back through the whole night and realized what was off.
I urgently sent a new text to Bella.
"Just so we're clear, are you my girlfriend? Wow this is a random text, but I couldn't get to sleep with out knowing… Love, Edward" I know it sounds corny, but I really couldn't sleep with the thoughts of what we are now plaguing my mind.
My text message ringer broke the silence and I looked at the name. Bella.
"Only if you're my boyfriend. And I loved the fact that the text was random. Just like us. Love, Bella" I responded quickly so I could get to bed soon.
"Well then, girlfriend, ) I'll see you tomorrow morning! Love, Edward, your boyfriend" I knew that she would appreciate my way of answering her question, so I sent that text to her.
I got one more text before I drifted off to sleep, dreaming dreams of my love.
"Well then, boyfriend, get to bed, or you'll be too tired to pick me up tomorrow! ) Love, Bella, your girlfriend".
When I woke up, I vaguely remembered my last thoughts before I went to bed.
Falling out of my bed, I looked at the clock to find that it was six in the morning. I decided now was as good a time as any to start getting ready.
I took a quick shower, excited to see my love, Bella. Looking in the mirror, I realized that it was true.
I am in love with Bella Swan.
Erin, don't hate me! I know you're not up, but I want the chapter up, but I'll write chapter 7 and 8 soon and give them to you right away! Love, Katy.
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