Thanks to the one girl that reviewed! I'm stumped to notice that I've had near enough 200 visitors to this story. I would like to reiterate that I genuinely have no idea where the chapters are going really. Well I know where the next one's going because…well just read on and you'll find out.
When I awoke I felt disorientated. It seemed to be dark, yet I felt like I'd had a full night's sleep. Looking at Edward glowing watch face I saw it was only 3am. I realized I was starving, so eased myself out of Edward's clutches to hunt down food of some sort. I felt a bit uneasy about ransacking the Cullen's house for some food, but an almost angry sounding rumble from the general direction of my stomach egged me on, as I slowly made my way down the stairs.
Once I quietly located the kitchen I opened the fridge to find it stocked full of all of my favourite meals. I picked out a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs and turned around to find the microwave, when a voice made me jump out my skin.
"The microwave is to the right of the kettle."
I turned around and saw Emmett sat at the breakfast bar. I looked at him and opened my mouth to speak, when he chuckled quietly.
"Why am I down here? I have trouble sleeping more than three or four hours at a time. I tend to sit here or go for a walk so I can let the others sleep in peace." He looked pointedly at the bowl in my hands. "It wont heat itself up you know. Press the green button two or three times, and that should time it about right." I did as he instructed and turned to grab some cutlery out of the clean stack on the draining board. As I stood waiting for my midnight snack to heat up I looked at the floor awkwardly, the smell of tomato and basil was making my stomach rumble loudly. Emmett chuckled. When the ping of the microwave announced my food was ready I grabbed the bowl without thinking, and dropped it again. I swore loudly then rushed over to the sink, running it under cold water. I grimaced when I saw the red welt that was already appearing. Emmett was up and next to me in a second, taking my hand and inspecting the damage.
"It's fine, it's not deep enough to blister. Though you may want to be more careful with hot items." He raised one eyebrow mockingly, and then his face broke into a huge grin, his dimples appearing stronger than ever.
He picked up my bowl seemingly without any problems, and placed it on the bar for me to eat. I slid onto a stool and started to wolf down the bowl of food. I was so hungry that I'd finished the divine food in a matter of minutes. I looked down at my clothes. Luckily I'd avoided getting any sauce on my top. When I looked up I saw Emmett looking at me with amusement evident in his eyes.
"Looks like I've got competition in the 'who can eat the fastest' department then."
I looked down at my empty bowl, embarrassed again.
"I was hungry." I complained, not wanting to appear like a pig.
"It's alright Bells, I was just messing around. Can I get you something else?"
I shook my head no, trying to swallow the nausea that threatened to fight its way up my throat. Instead a lone tear escaped my eyelid.
"Bells?"
"Don't call me that." I whispered, more tears straining against my eyelashes.
Emmett looked at me, looking panicked. "That's what h-he used to call me…"
"I-I'm sorry Bells-Bella. I-I didn't mean t-to ups-set you."
The look on his face was enough to make me giggle slightly. His eyes were wide, his mouth open and he was pacing the room. He turned to look at me in confusion.
"Why are you laughing?!"
The incredulous look on his face just made me giggle harder, until I couldn't breathe.
"Y-y-your f-face – ow – I-it w-w-was so –ouch – f-fun-funny!"
The bewilderment intensified as he looked at me, and reached over to check my forehead for signs of temperature. This only intensified my laughing, until I couldn't contain my giggles anymore. I roared with laughter, tears streaming down my face. Emmett looked unsure, and then started to join in.
Several feet clattering down the stairs announced the fact that we had awoken the whole household. Carlisle came round the corner, closely followed by Edward, Esme and the others. Edward visually relaxed upon seeing me and Emmett rolling around the floor laughing like idiots, knowing that I was fine. Rosalie saw the commotion, then promptly turned around and left the room, muttering under her breath as she went. I didn't care, I was still trying to smother my explosive giggles, and I succeeded until I saw Emmett with his fist shoved in his mouth. We both collapsed again, chests heaving breathlessly. I wondered if my broken ribs were going to re crack under the pressure of my heaving breathing. I decided it would probably be best if I calmed down, if only for the sake of my chest. I managed to stand up, with only a slight giggle. I couldn't even remember why it was I was giggling; only that laughter really was the best medicine. I looked outside and noticed that the sun had begun to rise. I looked at Emmett, panting on the floor and nearly erupted again. I managed to contain myself, and muttered excuses to Edward, Carlisle and Esme. As quickly as I could, I hobbled to my room, and leaned against the window, watching the rest of the sunrise over my meadow.
I watched for about twenty minutes, and when it had risen fully I admired the sheer beauty of it. I noticed the similarities between Edward and the meadow. Both were beautiful of course. However both had an abundance of other characteristics. Both Edward and the meadow seemed to provide a sanctuary for me. They both took my breath away, and made me appreciate true beauty.
Of course Edward was a person, not just a collection of plants and grasses. He made me feel whole again.
I allowed myself to wander back into bed and thought about what I knew of the Cullen's so far. Esme was a gorgeous mother, allowing me to help myself to her and her family's house. Alice was like a child fed on pure E numbers, and loved shopping. She was also excitable and overenthusiastic. I decided I was going to get along with Alice. I pondered Rosalie's seemingly frosty reception towards me. Maybe she didn't like the idea of sharing her home with me as much as the others did. My thoughts turned to the mysterious Jasper. He had merely acknowledged my presence yesterday. The scars were another weird fascination. What had happened to him? Did it have anything to do with the reluctance to communicate with me? What did Carlisle mean about him being another new addition to the family? My mind full of buzzing questions, I fell into an uneasy sleep. I dreamt one of the weirdest things. In the dream the Cullen's were all a strange breed of vampires, where they drank animal blood instead of human blood. Some of them had random powers, including Edward with mind reading. I woke up slightly confused again, but soon forgot the dream as I noticed Edward was reading a book next to me on the bed.
"Ah, good afternoon Bella." He leant down to give me a kiss, the sat up.
"What would you like to do today? Esme suggested I show you around the house, and maybe we could walk through the meadow, if you want to?"
I nodded my head; I didn't care what I was doing as long as it was with Edward. I reached for Edward's hand that was just lying in his lap. I stroked my fingers softly down the back of his hand, flipping it over to follow the creases along his palm. His hand twitched, and I noticed him trying not to move it. "That tickles Bella!" he giggled. His laugh was so beautiful; it tinkled like delicate wind chimes.
I wiggled myself over to him some more and realised that my ribs didn't hurt much at all today. My hip was bearable and my leg was just itchy. It didn't seem to be agonising pain to me anymore. Could it be that I was feeling more positive than I had done for some days? I came to this conclusion and decided optimism was the way forward. With a giggle I reach forward and tickled Edward somewhere in the general area of his ribs. He squealed and wriggled around like a little boy, which only made me laugh harder, making me unable to carry on tickling him. When I'd recovered enough I grabbed on of his feet and tickled, whilst holding on for dear life. This turned quickly into a tickling match, both of us giggling and squealing like children and collapsing into a messy, red faced pile. I turned to look at Edward, and he did the same. We were facing each other again, and the feeling of positivity was overwhelming. We were both looking to the future it seemed, and hopefully we would both play a large part in the other's happiness. To me, there was no future without Edward, and consequentially no happiness either.
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Next chapter should be a meadow scene of some type. Notice I say "a meadow scene" and not "the meadow scene". mainly because I want mine to be different. However if I get carried away tomorrow, then I will have a meadow scene somewhere in the next two chapters.
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