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Chappie 7: Claire de Lune
Well this was awkward. I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted to shout out that he loved me and always did and couldn't live a day without me. That every moment he thought of me he smiled and a minute without me was a minute too long. But that wasn't his feelings, they were mine.
I honestly didn't know how to answer him; he never really talked to me much about girls. That was Emmet and Jasper and his thing. Never with me did he mention his feelings about a girl. He never failed to tell me when he had a big date or something, but he would never actually tell me how he felt about the girl. So in all honesty, I didn't even know who he loved.
"That's a good question," I began half-heartedly, feeling my cheeks turn a bright color of red, "I think that…er….maybe…um…perhaps Emmet might answer that better?"
"Oh," Edward replied, sounding somewhat surprised.
"You were expecting a different response?"
"Well," now Edward looked embarrassed, "I just thought since we were so close that you would know. I mean, we are like best friends and all."
That did make sense. If he wondered what his favorite color was I could answer, his favorite food, movie, song, composer, band, artist, book, and writer, anything I could answer in a heartbeat. Just not this, not who he loved, but sometimes I wish I could.
Tanya. There was that little voice in the back of my head nagging at me, telling me that I really did know the answer. Edward may not be readable to anyone, but I could read him like a book sometimes. I knew the way he looked at her, and I knew the way his eyes brightened when someone said her name. It was made clear that he was in love with her; I was just in obvious denial about it.
"What about you? Who do you love?" You, you, oh my gosh you so much it hurts sometimes.
"What?" Did he really forget when I told him I loved him?
"Who did you love?" I guess he did forget. Well, I wasn't going to flat out tell him I loved him and be rejected again. I guess I could tell him someone else, but who? There was always Jacob. He had been vying for my attention since I was a little girl, only two years older than him. He was a nice kid, wonderful actually and totally easy to fall in love with, I just had my heart set on someone else. Well, a small little fib never hurt anyone, but I couldn't do that. Edward trusted me not to lie, and I wouldn't.
"Why don't we talk about that when you can remember more? Okay?" He nodded his head in response, making me feel much more at ease. We'd cross that road when we came to it.
After an extremely long awkward silence, Edward finally spoke, "how did I meet Jasper and Rosalie?"
"He didn't tell you?" Edward looked embarrassed again, which was odd for he never looked embarrassed before the accident. Maybe the amnesia was changing him.
"Well he did, it was just a little vague and I didn't really understand." Makes sense, Jasper wasn't a very wordy person.
"Well, as you know, Jasper and Rosalie lived in Korea but moved here not too too long ago. About two years ago to be exact. At that time, Alice, Emmett, you and I were pretty popular around the school. Don't ask me why, we just were. So when Jasper and Rosalie moved here, I don't know, they just fit in perfectly with us. At first they were sort of outsiders, but Emmett worked up the nerve to ask out Rosalie since he had been admiring her for oh so long. After that Jasper and Rosalie started hanging out with us more. Jasper was quiet, but Alice was attracted to that. She had been crushing on him for awhile and finally they went out. So since then, it's been us four."
"Thank you," Edward said, pleased, "that really cleared thing up. You're much better at this than Jasper."
I thanked him with a smile and pulled something out of my bag.
"What's that?" Edward asked, his eyes showing a playful curiousness, like a little kid.
I placed the object on his bed, revealing a small radio.
"It's a radio, I'm going to show you something," I reached my hand into the bag again and revealed a small square case, a C.D.
"What's that?" he asked again, a smile playing at his lips.
"This just happens to have one of your favorite songs on it." I turned the cover over in my hands, showing in large letters the name Debussy.
I placed the C.D. into the radio and turned it onto the song, the one song that he loved oh so much, Claire de Lune.
The sweet music began to play, letting its serene magic work on us, relaxing us, reassuring us. It was a no brainer why Edward was so fond of it.
"I like it, it's refreshing," Edward said, breaking the silence. I nodded my head in agreement.
"Whenever I was stressed you always played this and I would feel so much better. Like everything was okay again, sometimes I did the same for you. So I thought to play it, just to make us feel better again, you know, let it work its magic." Edward smiled, which made me smile. What I said was a tad bit untrue, but nothing that he would be mad about. Really, whenever I was stressed he'd play a song he composed himself that he titled Bella's Lullaby but I didn't have any recording of it; besides, I thought it was best he remember that on his own. Until then, he could live with Debussy.
"May I keep it?" he asked, giving me an almost pleading look.
"Of course." We sat there until the song switched to another of his works, all of which Edward loved. I don't know what it was, maybe the peaceful music did the trick, who knows, but somewhere along the way I found myself drift into one of the best sleeps I've had in a long time.
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E POV
I was so in love with the song right now I couldn't help but smile. And the story Bella had to go along with it was just icing on the cake. The fact that this song had memories behind it just made it so much better, I only wish I knew what the memories were.
I glanced down at Bella, who hadn't made any movements in awhile, and noticed that she had fallen asleep, once again. I wonder how many times that had happened, where she had just fallen asleep besides me, with no worried or consequences, just living the moment and breathing it all in. Something about her put me completely at ease; almost as if with her I knew she would keep me safe. I knew how it sounded, like she was the man and I the girl, but it didn't matter to me. Something about this girl was all that I needed.
I would take her up on her advice; I would surely ask Emmett who this girl was that I loved, although something in me was telling me I already knew. It was Bella.
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