Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.
You better be careful with this chapter or you'll drown in Bella's tears and corniness.
Oh, yeah, a little more Jacob in this chapter!
Note that my kind-of-sort-of Beta was unavailable today, so, this chapter is all me…hopefully there aren't any GIANT mistakes.
Reviews are greatly appreciated, as is constructive criticism. If there are MAJOR flaws in the personalities I've given the characters that belong to Ms. Meyer that you simply feel would kill you if I don't fix them, let me know in a way that is not rude. K THNX.
Chapter Six
Edward sat in the living room's bay window, pretty much scowling at the rain. It was the day he and Bella were supposed to go to the beach.
"You realize that's not going to make it go away, right?"
Edward turned his almost-scowl on his older brother, Emmett, who was standing near the couch with disheveled hair, no shirt, and a decent-sized hickey on his neck. So it was him and Rosalie that had been making all the noise the night before. How on earth did he get away with that in the house? …Probably because Esme and Carlisle's room was on the first floor while he and his two siblings had the upstairs.
Without saying anything, not even a crabby comment about how the sounds of sex do not lull the people next door to sleep, he got up and left the room. He stopped in the entryway long enough to slip on his shoes and grab his blue umbrella before exiting the house, slamming the door behind him and not caring who he woke up.
Emmett stared at the doorway a moment and then crossed his arms across his bare chest, "Yeah, okay, good-bye to you too, bro!" He flopped down onto the couch and flipped on the television, wondering briefly what was wrong with Edward.
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What was wrong with Edward was the fact that he had gotten very little sleep the night before, was looking forward to going to the beach with Bella (he'd planned a picnic) and now that was gone, and, as much as he hating admitting it, he was a little jealous of Emmett.
Emmett had a girlfriend, he didn't need to impress a girl and build up the courage to ask her out, he already had that. Edward, however, needed to work up the courage to ask Bella out. He wouldn't tell her – or anyone else, as he made up a lie about a girl when he was twelve – that the kiss he had given her the night before was his first and that he hoped it would be the first of many kisses with her. Saying that out-loud, though, made it sound so much less romantic and just cheesy.
Before he was really aware of it, he was standing in front of the Dwyer's front door. He folded and shook the rain water off his umbrella and then rang the bell. He waited a moment and then the door swung inward.
It was Bella who answered the door, dressed in one of the summer shirts (a yellow and white striped tee with a ruffled scoop-neck) and the dark-colored jeans she'd worn to the Cullen's dinner that past Friday, "Oh! Hi!" She sounded surprised but happy; that was a good sign.
"Hey, I'm sorry to just drop in on you like this but I don't have your number and I thought it would just be rude to not show up at all."
Bella shrugged, "I figured you'd canceled anyway, on account of the rain."
"I was thinking about it but I think we could probably do something else…if you…wanted to."
"Ah," it was then that Bella realized she was being rather rude herself by making Edward stand on the porch, "Oh! Um, come in." She stepped to the side and let him come in.
"Thanks."
Edward stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He slipped his wet sneakers off and pushed them to the side, sat his umbrella over the toes of them, and followed Bella down the front hall, through the kitchen, and to the entrance of the living room, where she paused.
"I should warn you, my mom is painting and having carpeting put in…so…it's kind of a mess in here."
Edward shrugged, "I don't mind."
Bella smiled shyly and pushed the plastic sheet that separated the rooms to aside before motioning him inside. A step inside and there was no denying it, it was kind of a mess. The floor was bare plywood, only two of the walls were painted, painting supplies and buckets sat at various places around the room, and a ladder was sat up with a paint-filled palette balanced on it.
"She was in the middle of painting when Phil came home and got her," Bella explained.
Edward nodded and looked around the room as they passed through, "I like the new color. It'll probably be really nice, you know, when it's done and it has carpeting…and furniture."
"Yeah, yeah, enough of this room, come on, we'll go to my room," she pushed aside the plastic sheet that was draped over the doorway to the stairs and the pair made their way upstairs to her bedroom.
"This is a bit of a mess, too, but…I don't really have an excuse for it," Bella said, chewing on her thumb nail as Edward looked around the room.
He smiled and looked at her, "It's fine; I like the snow globes."
Bella giggled.
"So, let's see…do you want to watch…a movie?" He suggested, running his finger across the titles of the VHS tapes and DVDs she had lined up on her bookshelf, he cast a glance at her and she nodded, "All right, then, what do you want to watch?"
She walked across the room and stood over where he crouched, a finger to her lips in thought, "It really doesn't matter all that much, I've seen each one all ready and they're all good."
"Well, I guess we'll just watch…" he ran his finger across the cases a few times, closed, his eyes and picked one.
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"You know, you didn't strike me as the kind of person who would like Wes Anderson."
The movie Edward had happened to pick was The Life Aquatic.
Bella shrugged, "It had a lot of yellow on it. I like yellow. Then it just turned out to be a good movie."
The two of them were sitting on Bella's bed – since there was only one chair in there and it wasn't completely comfortable – and Bella was nervous. She fidgeted with one of the ruffles on the neckline of her shirt and glanced nervously at him out of the corner of her eye. Quite honestly, she really wanted to kiss him and, if she were a braver girl or knew where it was they stood, would have. However, she wasn't a braver girl nor did she know where they were relationship-wise. They had kissed the night before but that had been a date…set up by Alice...
Oh God…
Bella froze as a thought both humiliating and horrifying crossed her mind: what if Alice had told Edward about the crush she had on him. What if that was the reason for everything that occurred the night before, Edward feeling bad because she had a crush on him and he didn't return the feelings? She promptly started gnawing at the nail of her pinky.
While Bella was lost in her worried thoughts, Edward had a similar train of thoughts running through his head, what if Alice had told Bella about his crush? She was that impatient, sometimes the words 'don't tell anyone' could lost all meaning if Alice got bored with the current state of things and by telling someone the secret, things would change.
Of course, there was also the chance that Alice hadn't told Bella. He seriously hoped for this. However, if she hadn't told her all ready, she would get to it soon, there was no doubt in his mind, not after last night. He supposed it came down to him telling Bella about his feelings himself.
He told himself to man up – because, honestly, no seventeen-year-old boy should be as scared as he was over a girl – and nervously cleared his throat, "Bella?"
The girl jumped, removed her finger from her mouth, and looked at him, "Yes?"
The words he had mentally prepared instantly died on his tongue as a feeling – much like the ones from the other day and the previous night – filled the air. All thoughts but 'kiss her, kiss her!' vanished from his mind. It must've have been about the same for Bella, because, simultaneously, Bella and Edward leaned toward each other, all attention directed at the other's lips…
There was a mere millimeter between their lips when their kiss was very rudely interrupted by the chiming, musical ring of Bella's cell phone.
The girl pulled back, all feelings in the air was dissipated by lyric-less version of 'Singing in the Rain' she had as her ring tone, and Bella's cheeks turned bright red, "One…one moment…"
Shaking, she climbed off the bed and grabbed the phone from where it sat on her windowsill. She picked the slim black phone up and checked the caller id; a frown appeared on her face.
"Who is it?"
Bella shook her head, mouthing the words 'I don't know…' as she flipped it open and answered.
"Hello?"
Edward watched as a strange look came over Bella's face. Without turning away from her, he reached for the remote and paused the movie.
"Why are you calling? I told you I never wanted to see you again. …Well, I don't want to talk to you!"
Anger was quickly seeping into Bella's voice as Edward listened to the one-sided conversation.
"There's nothing to talk about…I'm perfectly happy now without you. Yeah? Well, you should've realized that before you ditched me for…for that…slut."
Edward was amazed at how much venom there was in that last word. He watched as Bella held the phone slightly away from her ear, she must have expected that whoever was on the other end – Edward had a good idea who it was – to start yelling. From where he sat, Edward could hear him quite plainly.
"If you had just done it…done anything I wouldn't have needed to go to Lauren! You wouldn't do anything but kiss!"
It had sounded a lot like a rhetorical question, but must not have been for there was no more yelling. Bella put the phone back to her ear and responded: "You can have Lauren, but you will never, never have me back."
There was a pause where Jacob said something Edward couldn't hear.
Bella inhaled shakily and shook her head, even though Jacob couldn't see it, "No. I don't believe that, I will never believe that, I refuse. Please don't call me again." With that, she flipped the phone shut and walked back to the bed. She sat the phone on the nightstand and sat back on the bed in silence. She pulled her legs to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and hid her face on her knees; it was obvious by the way her shoulders had started shaking, that she was silently crying.
"Bella…?" Edward moved closer to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Was that…Jacob?"
Bella nodded, but said nothing.
"What did he say?"
She gave no response.
When she'd nodded, Edward had started rubbing circles on her upper back with his fingertips – something Esme had done to make him feel better – but now he removed his hand completely, "Do you want me to go home? I could always…"
She obviously didn't want Edward to go home because he didn't even get to finish his sentence before he found himself lying on his back with Bella pressed against him, kissing his lips fiercely. From a spot in the very back of his mind, he wondered if he should push her away, stop this before it got started, but that part of his mind was quickly silenced by other parts.
Bella ran her tongue over his lips and they instantly opened for her. The next moment, their tongues intertwined and moved against each other, first in Edward's mouth, then between them, and then Bella pulled his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it and swirling her tongue around in it a very appealing way.
At that motion, his hands immediately leapt to her hips and pulled her closer to him, tighter to his body. She removed her mouth from his and wiggled down so that she could suck and nibble and bite on a spot of flesh near his collar bone; Edward had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound and slid his hands from her hips to her ass.
Bella slid her hands from where they were pressed against his chest down his flat stomach to his hips. She let her hands rest there as she pushed her chest against his, sucking harder on his neck, nipping gently with her teeth and then running her tongue over the sensitive flesh. Finally she was able to elicit a moan – albeit a small one – from him; that was when she slid her hands from his hips to the fly of his jeans.
She had the button undone and the zipper halfway down when Edward's shaking hands wrapped around her wrists, "Bella." He was slightly breathless, but stern. That was when reality came back to her and she knew she'd done the wrong thing.
She pulled away from him, blushing as fiercely as she'd been kissing him a minute before. She turned her back to Edward and sat on the edge of her bed, "I'm…I'm so sorry…" Tears threatened to spill from her eyes again.
"What was that all about…?" Edward asked, his cheeks flushed as he zipped his jeans. When Bella gave no answer, he turned and found her shoulders shaking again and her face buried in her hands. He stood up and moved to stand in front of her, he sat both hands on her shoulders, "Bella, please don't cry."
She looked up at him and searched his face with curious eyes. Edward ran his thumb under each of Bella's chocolate-colored eyes, wiping the tears away.
"Now, do you want to tell me what that was all about?" He knew it probably wasn't the wisest thing to ask, but curiosity wouldn't let him leave it alone; he had to know.
Bella moved her eyes so that she was looked at a spot on her ceiling just to the side of Edward's face, "I…I just…I really…" she inhaled and took a moment to think about what she wanted to say, "I just really want you to like me."
Edward chuckled, "I all ready do like you, Bella." He kissed her forehead, "You shouldn't believe whatever it was he said, all right?"
Bella smiled and nodded, tears welling in her eyes again. Edward wrapped his arms around her and let his chin rest on her forehead; an unseen worried look crossing his face for a split second before he pulled away.
"Let's finish the movie, okay?"
Bella nodded again and wiped her eyes, "Yeah…but…we might need to go back, I have no idea what's going on."
"That's okay, I don't either."
They both laughed superficial laughs; inside both were worried about what had just happened and what it meant for them. It had seemed that in that small amount of time, every chance of a relationship beyond friendship – however Bella felt as if what she'd just done would prevent even that – had been erased and, unknown to the other, neither wanted to be just friends.
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"And…there…"
Edward finished typing in his phone number and handed Bella back her cell phone, "Whenever you want to…um…talk or hang out or whatever, give me a call."
Bella checked the number and snapped her phone shut, "Thanks, I will."
"Well, I'll see you later…"
"Yep, bye."
"Oh!" Edward stopped in the doorway and turned around, "I almost forgot to tell you. Next week my parents are going out of town and Emmett and Alice are throwing a party. And…I'd really like you to come." He stuck his hands in his pockets in a way he hoped looks nonchalant, but was to really keep Bella from seeing them shake.
"That sounds really fun, I'd love to come."
Edward grinned, "Awesome."
Opening his blue umbrella against the still falling rain, Edward stepped off her porch, waved good-bye, and headed home.
Keep in mind, that was my first make-out scene EVER.
Also, I'm looking for ideas to use for the chapters after the next, if you have any, feel free to send me a message.
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