To "Kim" – I'm replying here because you don't have an account so I can't reply to your review. I like constructive criticism, but "he needs to effing figure it
out already cause this is just ridiculous." and "seriously, its time already." aren't really constructive. If someone has been best friends with someone of the
opposite sex for over 10 years, he/she will most likely deny feelings for that person if those feelings are stronger than just a friendship. Either that, or they
won't recognize the feelings. Also, you're right. I do have a plot in mind, so if you just want to wait until the story is done and read everything at once, you're
more than welcome to do just that.
Moving on…
I'm loving the reviews, guys! Thanks!
BPOV
I was unbelievably happy that Edward and I had made up. We have to go back to school in five days, and I'm glad those days won't be wasted with us fighting.
Well, we weren't really fighting…It was more as if I wasn't speaking to him, but I was seriously pissed at him. After I thought about it, though, I realized it wasn't worth it.
Ashley shouldn't be able to break up Edward and I (even thought it took two people, not just Ashley, to do what they did). I'm just going to think of it as a mistake that
stupid boys (and girls) make and move on.
I loved movie days and nights, and we were having one at Edward's house.
Edward and I were in his living room, sitting on his couch, with Alice on Brian's lap in the recliner next to us, and Emmett and Rosalie on the floor in front of us. The couch Edward
and I were on was big enough for three people, and my head was resting against the armrest, with my knees bent up and my feet flat on the couch, and Edward sitting right by
my feet, with his back against the back of the couch and his legs off the couch, how someone would regularly sit.
My bowl of kettle corn was on the floor next to Em, and I kept eyeing it, because I knew he would eat it after he finished his popcorn. They ran out of root beer, so I had to take
small sips of Edward's Mountain Dew when I got too thirsty. Emphasis on the 'small', because I hate that stuff. The movie was almost beginning, so I quickly took my phone out when
I felt it vibrate, trying to get the call or text out of the way before the movie began. A text from Jake.
From: Jacob B.
- Hey, wanna hang out some time this week before break ends? -
Aww, I realized I hadn't seen him at all this entire break. What day was today? Uh…Thursday. I slid my phone open so that I could text back using the keyboard, and held my phone
behind my knees, resting my hands against my knees.
To: Jacob B.
- Sure (: I'm free tmrrw, so we can have lunch if you wanna. -
I noticed that the movie was starting as I waited for a text back. What were we watching…? The guys had said it was a "surprise."
I felt my phone vibrate, and smiled when I saw the text.
From: Jacob B.
- Sounds good to me! I'll see you then. -
I felt someone pull my ankles, and I put my phone down to look at Edward. My legs slid down so that they were stretched across his legs, and he was just looking at me.
I was still smiling from the text. "What?"
He smiled back. "Come on, the movie already started. What are you doing?"
Texting the person you told me to be careful with. "I'm just making sure my phone is on vibrate."
Okay, Bella. Bad lie. What are you, in the theater? Who cares if your phone is on vibrate?
He obviously knew I was lying. One, I was typing on the keyboard, and two, he probably noticed that my phone never made a sound and I was typing on the keyboard, so it was
already on vibrate. He didn't say anything, though. Just kept his hands on my ankles and turned back to the TV.
Whatever. I sucked at lying. I knew that. And Edward knew that. If I told him I was making plans with Jake, he would probably give me a lecture about being careful. I'll just tell him
later…or after I get back from lunch with Jake.
I decided it would be a good idea to pay attention to the movie. We were watching "Death Race"? Eh, okay. At least Jason Statham was in it. I picked up my bowl of kettle corn and
realized the bowl was only half full. I hadn't even eaten any yet. Gee, Emmett, thanks.
Once in a while, Edward would give his cup to me, and I'd take a sip and give it back. Alice and Rosalie would squeal when Jason Statham would say or do something cute, and Em
and Brian would get mad.
Our movie day continued on this way until 4:00, and after the movie, everyone except for Edward and I went upstairs. They left their empty bowls and cups around the room, so we
took them into the kitchen, putting them in the sink and talking about the movie.
As I finished putting the cups in the sink, Edward hoisted himself up on the counter next to the sink, his legs dangling off, and turned his head to me as he spoke.
"It was so funny seeing Em and Brian get mad at Alice and Rose."
I turned to him and continued the conversation. "Ha! Yeah, but I don't blame Alice and Rose. Jason's body was beyond nice in that movie." This wasn't even an opinion. It was a fact.
"Well, do you know how much training it would take for a guy to get his body that ripped? And he probably took diet pills or something."
"I'd like to think it was all natural. And good for him for working out that hard."
He threw his hands in the air. "Bella, how could you think that's all natural? He couldn't have gotten that big in the short amount of time we just saw him in other movies without help
from diet pills." He was speaking so quickly, and I knew he wasn't joking around.
It was funny seeing him get worked up, but he was getting serious. Why? We were just joking. And we're speaking about Jason Statham's body! Why are we having a real argument?!
I walked the short distance and stood between his legs, looking up at him and speaking softly so that he would calm down.
"Edward, who cares? Why are you getting mad? Who cares if he took pills or not? I know Em and Brian care, because duh, they want their girlfriends to think their bodies are that
hott too. Your body's better than Em's or Brian's, so don't worry. Don't be jealous." I tried to be funny with the last sentence, because he would definitely turn this into a real argument
if I didn't lighten things up.
He mumbled his response as he looked down at his lap. "I'm not jealous, and I'm not getting mad. It's just that…he did take pills…it's obvious…I mean –"
I laughed, just to try and keep things light. "Okay, I believe you. It's not natural." I still thought it was natural, but I wasn't having this conversation anymore. "Let's go upstairs."
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the counter. He thought it would be fun to race upstairs, and started running. I didn't even try. I felt sleepy, and I wasn't in the mood to run
or race right now. When he was halfway up the stairs, he looked back, saw that I wasn't with him, and waited for me to reach the stairs.
When we got to his room, I plopped down on my stomach on his bed, and he went to sit at his computer. I turned on my back and watched what he was doing. He turned on
The White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army" and started singing along in a quiet voice while he checked his e-mail.
"I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off, taking their time right behind my back…"
I turned on my side and looked out his window while I just listened to him sing. Wow…his voice was so…not good. I tried not to laugh. I can't say anything. He's my best friend and it's
not as if my voice is any better. I heard him move and picked my head up slightly to see what he was doing. He got up to go to the bathroom, so I put my head back down and closed
my eyes.
I wasn't sleeping; I was just resting. Then, BOOM. I felt a body on top of mine. I was still laying sideways, so it was uncomfortable, and kind of hurt.
"Edward. Get off."
He didn't budge. "Why?"
"Because, I can't breathe!" I really couldn't. And it was getting worse.
All he did was laugh.
"I really can't breathe! Get off!... Edward!!!" I tried pushing him off of me.
He finally started getting off of me. "Okay, okay, sorry."
Wow. I didn't really need all that right now. "That was annoying, Edward. I just wanna rest." I turned back around and closed my eyes, and then felt his body lay down behind mine.
I was still facing away from him, and I opened my eyes when I felt his arm snake around my waist.
"Edward?"
"Yeah."
"You have another bed." I know I was on his bed, but he still had another one. Okay…that sounded kind of mean. I was mostly teasing though, and I hoped he knew that. I didn't
mind if he laid down with me, even if we were…spooning…I guess.
His answer was simple, and he took a few seconds to reply. "I know."
I didn't know if he knew I was teasing, and I didn't ask. We just laid there for a few minutes. I don't know if it felt awkward, but it didn't really feel wrong. It just felt…different.
"Edward."
"Yes, Bella?" He sounded annoyed. Whatever. I didn't care.
"Did you wash your hands after you peed?"
He snorted and nudged my body with his. "Yes, mother. I did."
"I'm just asking because you're touching me. I don't want nasty hands on me."
His answer caught me off guard. "Then why do you hold Jacob's hand?"
He said it in a teasing tone. I assumed he wasn't serious, so I laughed. "Shut up, Edward. I'm sure he washes his hands on a regular basis."
After a few minutes of just laying there, he broke the silence.
"Bells…are you sleeping?" His voice was as low as a whisper.
"No, are you?"
He laughed lightly. "I'm speaking to you. How would I be sleeping? Anyway, do you wanna sleep over?"
Well, that was nothing new. I'd slept over a lot over the years. I just always told Charlie that Alice wanted me to sleep over. He knew I was closer with Edward than I was with
Alice, so I'm pretty sure he knew I was sleeping in Edward's room, but he never asked. He knew Edward had two beds, and maybe that's why he didn't mind.
I wonder if I had time to get ready and come back. "Sure. What time is it?"
He took his arm off me and reached into his pocket to get his phone. "Um…4:40."
"'Kay. I'm gonna go grab a few things and tell Charlie. I'll be back around 7:00. Is that alright?"
He started getting up, and so did I. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll ask Jasper if he wants to hang out so I can waste some time until then."
We started walking out of his room and down the stairs, then toward the front door. "Okay, then I'll see you tonight. Bye, Edward." He opened the door and I started walking out.
"Bye, babe."
A few seconds later, I took my phone out and slid it open.
To: Jacob B.
- Hey, wanna go out to eat in a little bit instead of tmrrw? -
From: Jacob B.
- Yeah, that's cool. I'll come to pick u up at 5:15. -
To: Jacob B.
- That's great! See you in a few. -
I figured it would be best to hang out with him now, rather than wake up tomorrow at Edward's house and have to explain that I was going to leave him to go out to eat with Jake.
I would just tell Edward about my dinner with Jacob when I went over his house tonight.
Then it wouldn't be like I was hiding things from him, right?
Oooh…a date with Jacob and a sleepover with Edward.
I'm sure some you would love either of those, haha.
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