A short one, but I'm really tired, and wanted to get this one out. I have exams next week, so I don't know how long it will take me to update again, but I will try my best to not makeit too long. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you're all super.
To lift the mood, I tried to play Clair de Lune. The first few chords I played were correct, but I found that I had forgotten some of the song. I tried a few times to get the right chords but my human memories failed me.
"Here, let me help," Edward said and placed his hand on top of mine. As soon as our skin touched I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my body. It shocked me and I pulled my hand away from his. His stood straight up and held his hand, as if he had felt it too.
"I…I think that Esme wanted to talk to you. With Alice. I'm going to go." He ran off so suddenly, I barely acknowledged him telling me he was going. I wondered if he had felt the same as me, which would explain why he was so jumpy.
As soon as our hands parted, I felt a need to touch him again, like a magnetic pull. I didn't understand it. I wasn't used to being so close to guys, as I was really shy when I was a human. Was that what I was feeling? Was I attracted to Edward? I knew he was good looking, but I didn't have feelings for him. Did I?
I pondered it over, and finally decided that the answer didn't matter, as there was no way he would ever be able to reciprocate the feelings with someone like me. I put it to the back of my mind and walked out to find Alice. She was sitting in the living room, and jumped up to greet me when I walked into the room.
"Bella, Esme and I want to talk to you about redecorating your house." I gulped, and nodded. This made me nervous. Hopefully Esme could exercise some sort of restraint on Alice.
Alice led me to the kitchen where Esme was reading some interior design magazines. My hopes of restraint seemed to be in vain.
"Ah, Bella dear. Alice and I wanted to have a word with you and redecorating your house. We understand that you wish to redecorate, and we would like to do it for you, if you would allow us to."
"How did you know I wanted to redecorate?" I asked, as I hadn't mentioned it to either of them, or any other member of the family.
"I had a vision of you repainting the house. I have to say, you have bad taste Bella. Pale yellow? What are you, 60?" She criticised. I just glared at her.
"I really enjoy doing interior designing Bella, so please would you give me the pleasure of decorating your home? It would mean so much to me," I didn't think I could deny Esme anything at that moment in time. Alice must have seen me accepting as she jumped up and hugged me.
"Thank you so much Bella, you won't regret it, I swear."
"As long as there isn't anything too extravagant. That's the only thing I insist upon. Oh, and you will have to let me how much money you'll need," I knew there wasn't much point in saying it, but I had to try.
"No, don't even think about Bella. We have more than enough." Esme insisted. I was going to argue when Alice cut me off.
"Don't even go there Bella. Or I will get Emmett to wrestle with you until you give in. Trust me, it wouldn't be a pleasant experience."
"Can I do it anyway?" Said Emmett from the other room. I laughed nervously.
"I think it would be best if you stayed here for this week at least, so we can use all the space in your house. We have a spare room which Alice can show you to." Offered Esme.
"Thank you. You are too kind." I said quietly, and Alice led me up to the spare room. It was at the end of the corridor. Inside it was fairly plain, with white walls, and a large white double bed. I knew I would never use it for sleeping, but sometimes it was nice just to lose myself in a book on a comfy bed, or to just relax and empty my mind whilst lying down.
"Jaz, Emmett, please can you bring Bella's clothes up for me." Said Alice, and I knew they had heard her, due to the grumbling below us. "You won't need any clothes from your house Bella. You have everything you need here. We have everything sanitary that you could want, such as shampoo and soap. If you want I will bring your own things over sometime but you aren't not going anywhere near your wardrobe anytime soon. I am going to show you what it means to be stylish. "
During Alice's lecture, Jasper and Emmett had made several journeys up and down the stairs to deposit all the bags.
"Thanks darling," said Alice and she kissed Jasper on the cheek, with Jasper having to bend down, and Alice on her tiptoes. "Thanks Emmett." They both left the room to carry on playing on their games.
"Alice where is all the clothes going? There isn't a wardrobe." The bags took up a lot of space and were rather annoying.
"Oh there is," she replied with a mischievous grin. She walked over to the back of the room and opened a door which I hadn't noticed, as it blended in so well with the walls. Inside was a walk in wardrobe the size of the bedroom itself. I shook my head at her.
"I should've known," I muttered to myself, and began to take the clothes into the wardrobe to be put away.
When we had finally put all the clothes away, Alice excused herself to go and make the plans for my house with Esme. I was about to relax on the bed when I heard Emmett call my name. I ran downstairs to see what he wanted.
Edward was already there arguing with Emmett.
"What are you trying to prove? Just because you can't beat me." Said Edward.
"That's because you cheat and work out all my strategies and moves. I want to see how you would do if you couldn't cheat." Retaliated Emmett. I felt completely lost.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. Emmett turned to me with a big smile on his face.
"I want you to challenge Edward at chess. None of us can play against him except Alice. And that is boring to watch. They play most of it in their heads. So please, let us know how talented he actually is." I smirked at Edward. Even though the recent electricity event was still present in my mind, I put it all aside. I decided that I proceed to be friends with Edward and ignore any feeling I may or may not have.
"Ok. What do you say Edward? You up for it." I challenged him. I played a lot of chess when I was younger; it was something I used to really enjoy.
"I will be forever pestered by Emmett if I say no, so let's go." He got out the chess set from a cupboard and set it up. It was a glass set and very beautiful. It shimmered where the lgiht caught it, and gave off aspectrum of light, which my enhanced eyes could see.
I was white so I began. After a few moves the game slowly ground to a virtual standstill. With each of us only making moves every 10 or 20 minutes. As both of us had advanced minds, it was a very challenging game. And neither of us was going to make any stupid moves.
When neither of us had made a move for half an hour, Emmett wandered off and told us to tell him when one of us had won. Carlisle came down after an hour to watch us.
It was obvious Edward was getting frustrated at not being able to read my thoughts. Every now and then he would clench his fist. His brow was constantly furrowed. I had a strange urge to straighten it out, but I put it out of my mind, and resisted touching him.
Eventually I got his king into check, and finally checkmate. He flicked his king over gently, so as not to break the glass. Emmett's victory cheers could be heard from all over the house. Edward grimaced and stood up.
I helped him put away the chess set as Emmett taunted him, before Edward finally got fed up of it. Sighing deeply he turned to me.
"Do you want to come to my room? I'm sure we can find something more interesting to do than listen to this fool." He offered. I nodded, and then Emmett's jokes took a whole new turn.
"I'd be careful Bella. He hasn't had any in several decades. You never know what he might do!" I felt so embarrassed at that moment in time. I didn't turn around, but just followed Edward. He led me to his room, which coincidentally was directly opposite mine. He opened the door, and I walked inside after him.
I instantly fell in love with his room. He had a large bookcase on one wall, filled with classics and some more modern day literature. I picked out some of the titles of my favourite books. On the other wall was his music collection. It was vast to say the least. I really wanted to look through it all, and see what his music taste said about him.
"Feel free to put some music on." He must have caught me staring. I gladly took him up on his offer. As I glanced over the titles of the CDs I tried to draw some conclusions about him. There was a lot of material from the 50's. There was virtually no music from the 70's but some from the later decades. It varied from classic, to alternative rock and to punk rock. His taste in music was so varied.
I picked out a CD from The Clash and put it in. After that I went over to his bookcase and looked over all the classics which he owned. I picked out Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, one of my favourite books. I had read it many times but I never bored of it. Edward gestured for me to sit on his settee. I settled down and began to read.
Shortly after I had sat down, Edward joined me with a large book on psychology. I definitely thought that my book looked more appealing.
Every now and then, when I looked up from my book, I observed Edward. Like the way some of his hair sometimes fell in front of his eyes, and how he would run his hand through his hair. This only succeeded in making it look even messier, but it suited him. I doubted his hair could ever be tamed.
Every now and then our eyes would meet, and I would quickly carry on reading my book. I felt embarrassed to be caught looking at him, as if I was doing something wrong.
We spent the night in silence, with Edward getting up every now and then to change the CD. It was comfortable though, with each of us just enjoying the other's company.
I finished my book sometime around morning and stood up to put it back in its place.
"Thanks for letting me stay here tonight. I didn't mean to impose for so long, I just get lost when I read a book." I hadn't realised that I had been there for so long, until the sun had started to rise.
"You weren't imposing, don't worry. I enjoyed your company. Feel free to borrow any of the books any time you wish." I thanked him, left his room, and went into my own. On my bed, Alice had laid some clothes out with a note telling me to wear them, or else. I looked at what she had picked out for me and sighed. It was going to be a long day.
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