Chapter Seven

This totally, totally ran away from me...

Edward tried to hide his frustration as he stood, arms crossed over his chest, in the cat food aisle. Brightly colored packages were silently screaming at him, making his small headache an entire cranium pain.

"Can't have one simple shit?" He mumbled under his breath.

Cat didn't seem picky thank fuck. The little guy just wanted some attention and some food. Edward could do that. Simple enough.

"Whatever."

He blindly reached for the cheapest thing in front of him, praying to whatever Deity would listen Cat wasn't allergic to it. It was a big orange bag with a terribly photo-shopped tabby on the cover, but it was under ten bucks and that worked for Edward.

"Do you need any help sir?"

Edward looked over his shoulder at the peppy little girl beside him. She looked like she was under the age of 16 and he wasn't sure if her natural eye color was blue or black considering the amount of make-up she had going on around her face.

"No."

Instead of leaving him alone, taking the hint that he didn't want to fucking socialize, the little tyke kept chatting away, being all touchy-feely. Was that even allowed in a grocery store?

"Are you sure you don't need any help? Need me to find anything?"

Edward quirked an eyebrow at her starstruck expression and tamped down the urge to push her over. "No."

And with that, he brushed past the teenybopper beside him and headed straight for the freezer section. He only had another twenty for this week's food stock up, so buying in bulk was his best bet.

Armed with two paper bags full of his future food intake, Edward braved the crisp air and left the confines of the store to begin his journey home.

At nights like this, with the air forcing its way through the little warmth his jacket provided, Edward despised not having a car. He was at the sidewalk's beck and call, crippled by the lack of transportation. Of course, if he ever did make the purchase, his ass would probably be triple what he was now without the constant leg workout.

All things considered, his life wasn't that bad. Currently, not in the past. Fuck that.

"Shit." Edward stood in front of the entrance to his apartment building, his eyes flicking back and forth between the bags in his hands and the door handle. "How the fuck am I supposed to open this fucker?"

Whatever.

Edward used the toe of his boot, forcing the bastard open with a little flick of his foot. The three flights of stairs were another story though. Edward was fit, but running upstairs without his hands was scary as fuck.

"Another fucking door."

Edward growled and grumbled his way into his apartment, feeling the stress work brought slowly fade. He was in his familiar place and Cat was prancing his way over. It was nice to be greeted when he got home.

Edward crouched over, running the flat of his palm over Cat's back. He smirked as the little guy started purring, rubbing against his ankles and knees.

"Yeah, yeah."

Edward tossed his jacket onto his chair, placing the grocery bags on his poor excuse for a kitchen table. He tore into the bags, seeking out Cat's food. After refilling the little guy's mug full of water and finding another container for his food, Edward put the rest of his purchases away and got settled on the chair.

He kicked off his boots and wrenched his shirt off with a sigh, crossing his legs at the ankle. Cat took residence on his lap and at that second in time, almost everything felt right.

Almost.

Knock. Knock.

"The fuck..."

Edward sat up and passed his fingers through his hair, frowning at the sound from the other side of his door. Carefully moving Cat onto the floor, Edward got up, crossing his apartment floor in a few steps. Without asking who was on the other side he wrenched open the door, feeling his heart instantly stop beating at the sight before him.

No. No no no. This can't be happening.

"Shit. Bel-bella?"

Edward rubbed his eyes a few times, slapping his face. This was a fucked up dream, that's all it was. His mind was just fucking with him.

"Hi Edward."

Shit that was her voice.

Edward nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he forced his eyes up the perfect shape of her body, over the form-fitting jeans that hugged her legs perfectly, past the tight t-shirt hidden under her jacket. Her face was his favorite part though, with its perfect shape, plump lips and eyes that showed you her soul.

"You-what, I, uh..."

Bella's hands turned into fists at her side, instantly making Edward feel guilty. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I'm here. I didn't mean to bother you."

"No!" Edward exclaimed louder than he should have. "I-I want you to stay." He ran his fingers through his hair, giving himself an internal kick in the ass. "Come, please." He froze. "Inside. No! I mean, just..."

Edward took a few steps backward, motioning with his hand for Bella to come inside.

His apartment.

Yeah, this was supposed to start with him opening the door to her, but Cat wanted to say hello.

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