Chapter 7
BPOV
His car was a Volvo, silver in color with black interior; very sleek. It suited him well.
"Are you cold?" he asked reaching for the heater knob.
"A little, yeah," I won't lie; it's cold. "Fall is definitely here," I added, embarrassing enough as it is.
"Yeah, Forks isn't much but overcast and rain," he commented.
I didn't really know what to talk about with him, we're from opposite worlds. I remembered that I hadn't seen Tanya in a while; hoping it wasn't a sour subject I brought it up. "So what happened to Tanya?"
"Tanya Denali?" he didn't take his eyes off the road as he asked.
"Yeah, weren't you and her dating for a while?"
"Yeah we were, but she and her family moved to California over the summer. It was over between us long before that. Nobody knows that though." He pulled onto a long dirt road and it brought my attention to how far out of town we actually were.
"You live out here?" No wonder they all have cars.
"Yeah, my family and I like our privacy. My mom and dad built the house themselves. My mom is an architect." When the house came into view I was in awe. You could see it was built long ago but it was beautiful and freshly painted. The lawn was like a master piece, the shrubs all trimmed to perfection; it was like all the colors of fall were gathered and placed all around their home.
He stopped the car in front of the garage and I followed him out and up the stairs. I took a deep breath before entering the house; I could only imagine what the inside was like. It was even better than the outside. I didn't have much time to look around as he started up a set of stairs and I followed clumsily.
"I hope you don't mind, but we are studying in my room," he looked back at me when he said it and I was busy looking at all the pictures hung decoratively along the walls of the long hallway we were passing through. Some were old pictures of him and his siblings when they were just kids; some were new and they were all professionally photographed.
He entered through a door at the end of the hall and my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. I was about to enter and occupy Edward Cullen's bedroom; I bet every girl in school would give just about anything to be me right now. It was everything I could have imagined.
There was a giant bed, an oversized stereo system with a shelf full of CD's and a sliding glass door that lead out to a deck. His room was as big as the whole main floor at my house.
"Please make yourself at home; you can sit wherever you want." He sat on his bed and started taking out the contents of his backpack and laying them on the bed next to him. There was a couch slash chair in along one of the walls that was semi close to the bed so I decided that was as good a place as any; better than sitting on the floor. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"No thank you, I'm fine. What is your test going to cover?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.
"It's the first three chapters I believe," he ran his hand through his messy hair. The way the he did it made him look like a model that belonged in a magazine; he did it to perfection.
We studied for an hour straight, no breaks, until he wanted to grab something to drink. He asked if I wanted to join him and I decided I would so I could see more of his house. Once downstairs he continued through a doorway and on the other side was a grand piano.
"Oh my god Edward, you have a grand piano," I hurried over to it but didn't touch it, only observed it.
"Yeah, my mom bought it for me a long time ago," he said disinterested.
"Do you play?" I asked.
"A little, but I'm not that good."
"Oh, I'm sure that's BS, play something," I asked.
"No, I would probably mess it up." He put his hands in his pockets. "Do you play?"
"Oh no, I've played on a keyboard for a while but never on a piano."
"Really," he asked, "Do you want to play something?" he gestured for me to sit as he sat on the bench. I didn't respond; I just sank down onto the seat. I ran my fingers across the ivory keys just as I have always wanted to. I treated it like a bubble, touching it so softly as not to burst it.
"You can play, the keys don't bite." He reached up and played the shortest most beautiful note I have ever heard. I meet his gaze and he looked comfortable, like he was in his domain and everything came naturally. He didn't look away as he played another note, this one I knew.
I looked away and put my hands lightly on the keys. When he stopped I continued the song. It sounded a thousand times better than I'd ever heard it on a keyboard. I closed my eyes as my fingers were hitting all the right notes and transferring smoothly from one key to the next. It was so exhilarating I had forgotten that Edward was even there and when that thought came to me, my fingers slowed and ruined the melody.
"No, no, why did you stop. You're wonderful," he said in a rush. My face got hot instantly and I pulled my arms close to me and wrapped them around me. I smiled nervously and dropped my gaze to my lap.
"I have never played in front of anyone before, except my parents," I can't believe I played in front of him, "And that was a long time ago."
"If it will make you feel any better, I'll play something," he said encouragingly. I nodded my head because I really wanted to hear him play, maybe it would make the butterflies in my stomach go away.
"This is something I wrote for someone special to me, I probably shouldn't be playing it but I want to see what reaction I get." I didn't really understand his reasoning but I'll take what I can get.
His hands hovered over the keys for a moment while we locked eyes. I don't know what all of this meant; were we friends now or was this only because we shared this common secret? He wasn't the only one who shared that secret with us. Then it dawned on me, what if Edward was my M&M, all the pieces fit. He doesn't play piano in front of anyone, he's serious about bringing his grades up, he has a clumsy tutor at school and his mother bought him a grand piano a long time ago.
The melody he was playing came crashing down on my like a ton of bricks: It was my lullaby. Edward Cullen is my M&M. I looked up at him and he looked so peaceful sitting next to me, he was so beautiful inside and out. How could he ever want to be with me?
I stopped him before he could get to the part that always made me cry. "Maybe you shouldn't play this for me, if it's for someone special." I didn't look at him when I said it, I couldn't.
"Oh, did you not like it, you looked like you were enjoying it," he asked perplexed.
"No, it was very beautiful but I should be getting home." I had to get out of here.
"Oh okay, I'll take you home then," he slide off the bench and waited for me to do the same. The ride home was a quiet one and my mind was doing flips. In an hour's time Edward would be waiting for me to meet him at the sitting park and he would be waiting for someone that was never going to show up. No way could I go there and have my heart crushed in front of someone else; I fully intend to do just that in my room when I get home. He would be so disappointed if I show up as the girl he calls his Marie.
I guess when they say be careful what you wish for, they aren't playing. I wanted him to be real and he is, but he is out of my reach. Of course the universe would work like that.
He drove right to my house without me having to tell him how to get there and when we arrived I was still in a trance. "This is your house isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry," I unbuckled my belt and went to retrieve my bag from the back seat but was met with his face only inches away from mine. I could smell his breath; feel it on my lips and it made me want to taste them. We didn't move for a second until myself conscious kicked in.
"Sorry."
"Yeah, sorry; here's your bag." He pulled it over the backseat and it rested into my lap. "So I'll see you tomorrow before lunch?" he asked.
"Yeah, tomorrow before lunch," I got out, shut the door behind me and didn't look back. I was almost to the door when my phone vibrated and scared the crap out of me yet again. I'd gotten so good at expecting that.
Badassvamp360: Hey Marie, are we still meeting at 6?
Vamplvr1987: So it's Marie now??
Badassvamp360: No, I'm just in a weird state of mind right now….I can't wait to meet you.
Vamplvr1987: I have to tell you, we have met…I figured it out today.
Badassvamp360: Did you?? When, at school?
Vamplvr1987: No, after.
Badassvamp360: Really, I went straight home after school.
Vamplvr1987: You will see, I hope you're not disappointed.
Badassvamp360: I won't, whoever you are is fine with me. I have gotten to know the real you and I have to admit…I love it.
Vamplvr1987: I'll see you at 6.
I would go with no hope that he would be happy to see me. If I had hope it would hurt that much more. The time ticked by and I watched it every second until 5:45. The Newton's store wasn't far from my house; I could walk there in 10 minutes and I could walk up to the park without being seen.
I left the house wearing my black zip up hoodie and checked my watch every few seconds. When I rounded the corner to the street the park was on, I could see his Volvo parked at the Newton's store. That just confirmed it that much more. My heart ached even more with every step I got closer.
When I was on the other side of the shrubs that hid the park, and kept me from my M&M, I paused. This was going be humiliating and my stomach was so full of butterflies that I felt like I couldn't breathe. I turned to walk away because I knew this was a bad idea from the beginning. School would be different, he would be different, I would be different. I could save all that time and just go home and tell him I can't talk to him anymore. That was my only option from the start; the most logical one.
"Hey," a voice called from behind me. I froze in mid step, Edward noticed me. "You vamplvr?" he sounded excited yet pained and I couldn't understand why.
"Yeah," I said still not looking in his direction. The tears were welling in my eyes, preparing to make me feel like an even bigger fool. I heard him walking toward me and I couldn't help but look the other way. I could feel his warmth and it enveloped my whole body like a cocoon.
"Can you look at me?" he asked.
"If you like disappointment," I sniffed and cursed my emotions for getting the best of me.
"I told you once that you could be anyone and I wouldn't be disappointed." He sighed, "But I lied. I would be heartbroken if you were anyone but you my Bella."
My breathing hitched and I had to replay what he just said over and over again; he said Bella, and not just Bella, his Bella. I turned to look at him, my eyes full of tears and my cheeks stained by the salty substance.
His eyes were glossy and smoldering as his hand came to my face and wiped just under my left eye. His other hand did the same as he rocked on his heels so he was standing right in front of me. His hands cupped my face and he smiled his crocked sexy smile but in such a way I'd never seen him do it. He leaned toward me and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered sadistically.
He kissed my cheek where I knew tears had passed, and then kissed the other side. He pulled away and looked at me again, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my cheek bones. "I was hoping it was you; if it wasn't I don't know what I would have done." He was so sweet and everything he ever said was true, my birthday wish wasn't a complete mistake and my M&M wasn't my M&M at all; he is my Edward.
Before I could say anything he leaned back close to me taking his hands from my face, pulling my hood off of my head and wrapping his arms around me. I could smell his breath again and this time I licked my lips. He chuckled and pushed his lips softly against mine. His lips were soft, warm and inviting. I'd never kissed anyone before but my tongue seemed to know what it was doing. My arms were resting on his shoulders and when he held me closer to him my body reacted. My arms wound tighter around him and my right hand fisted in his hair behind his head.
He sighed through is nose and I couldn't help but breath in his wonderful scent. His hand slide down to the small of my back and he pulled away and gave me a few little peeks before I opened my eyes.
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