A/N: Yes, I know. It's been months since my last update. So sorry. But, you know what? I've heard about people on Fanfiction that don't update for years! Wow, right? So, yes, here is chapter seven. Sorry again.
Disclaimer: Noperdoodles. Nope nope nope. Yada yada yada. SM is the owner.
**Bella's POV 15 years old**
"BELLA!!! BELLA, BELLA, BELLA!!! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!"
I groaned, rolling over and burying my head deeper into my pillow.
"Bella! C'mon, get up! It's almost ten o'clock!"
"Alice," I whined tiredly. "No...please let me sleep..."
"Bella. Breakfast is ready. Edward is almost to the point of hyperventilating."
I shot up. "What? What? Why?" I scrambled out of my sleeping bag and tried to run out the door, but, being me, tripped and fell over and hit the floor face-first.
Alice giggled. "Bella, Edward isn't really having breathing problems. I just knew it would get you up."
I awkwardly got to my feet and narrowed my eyes. I huffed angrily at her.
She smiled. "Come downstairs. There's food." She ran out of the room. I followed, rubbing my eyes to try and wake me up more.
I entered the kitchen and observed the activity around me. Esme was dashing around the kitchen, trying to flip the pancakes, simmer the bacon, butter the toast, and pour juice and coffee at the same time. Emmett was serving himself a huge plate of all the food. Rosalie and Alice were dancing to some music blasting out of the radio. Jasper was sitting on the counter top watching Alice and Rose dance while swaying to the tune himself. Edward was sitting at the kitchen table drinking orange juice and tapping a pencil on the table while gazing intensely at a crossword puzzle in a newspaper. He looked up as soon as I entered the kitchen and smiled crookedly at me, making my heart flutter.
"Morning, Bella," he murmured to me as I sat down beside him.
"Hi Edward," I whispered, smiling warmly.
To my surprise, he reached toward my hands and held one of them in both of his, rubbing circles across my knuckles. I blushed involuntary and looked down at my lap. When he let go of my hand, I looked up. Alice and Rosalie were watching Edward and I, putting their hands over their hearts while mouthing an "awwww". I glared at them.
"What would you like for breakfast, Bella?" Esme asked over her shoulder from the stove.
I stood up. "Don't worry Esme, I can get it."
She frowned. "Nonsense, Bella, you're a guest."
I laughed lightly, moving towards the platters of food. "I'm here so often I'm not sure if I can be categorized as a guest."
I grabbed a plate and helped myself to some pancakes and a piece of toast.
"Here, I have to at least do something for you," Esme said, smiling at me and handing me a glass of apple juice.
"Thanks," I said with an answering smile. Esme was always so caring.
I sat beside Edward again and ate my food. He watched me the whole time, making me feel self-conscious.
"Why are you staring at me?" I finally asked him after I finished off my last bite of toast.
"Because you're so beautiful," Edward said, gazing at me, his emerald eyes piercing into my brown ones.
My eyes widened and the familiar blush creeped up my face, burning my cheeks. "Um, thanks." I couldn't seem to break our eye contact no matter how embarrassed I was.
He smiled his crooked smile again.
"Hey," Alice called from across the kitchen, standing next to Jasper who was still sitting on the counter top. "Wanna go shopping today, Bella?"
"NO!" I yelled, outraged.
Alice pouted, jutting her lower lip out and giving me a doe-eyed look. Oh, no. Not the puppy-dog face! Alice knew I can't say no to that face! "Please, Bella?"
I groaned.
"Please, please, please, please, please?" She was bouncing up and down now.
"Fine!" I said, storming out of the kitchen.
"Yay! I love you, Bella!" I heard Alice exclaim as I raced up the stairs.
I ran into Alice's room and slammed the door. I flopped down on her bed, waiting for her to come upstairs and give me something to wear.
There was a quiet knock on the door.
"Come, in Alice," I called from the bed.
"It's not Alice," a soft, sweet voice floated from the door. Edward.
"Oh. Uh, come in," I said, nervously sitting up as the door opened and Edward walked in.
He smiled again. He was happy this morning, wasn't he? It made me happy that he was happy. It made me overjoyed that he was happy.
"Hello," he whispered, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed.
"Hi," I responded, fidgeting nervously.
"Can I come shopping with you today?"
"What? Why?" Why in the world would he want to come shopping with us?
"I don't want you to do something you don't want to do...so maybe if I come you won't be as miserable." He smiled hopefully.
I stared at him, shocked at what he was saying. I would be ecstatic if he came.
"Or not..." he said, his smile faded and he looked down sadly. My heart throbbed painfully at his obvious pain.
"No! No, you have no idea how happy I would be if you came."
He beamed so brightly I thought I would go blind by his wonderful light. "Sure. Thank you."
"My pleasure," I said, trying to imitate his formal dialect.
He surprised me for the second time this morning by wrapping his arms around me in a friendly embrace. Well, to me it felt more than just friendly, but friendly was all it was supposed to be. I hesitantly hugged him back, holding him tighter than necessary.
He pulled away, still smiling his bright smile. He looked like the sun.
"Alice says she'll be up in a minute to find clothes for you. I need to get dressed." Edward's smile faltered a bit, looking disappointed at the idea of leaving.
I nodded my head. "Ok. I'm looking forward to our shopping trip now!"
"Me, too." He stood up from the bed, turned to leave, but stopped, sighed, and turned back to face me. Unexpectedly, he swooped down quickly and touched his lips to the corner of my jaw before leaning away without looking at me and strode out the door.
I just sat there in shock as the echo of his door closing swirled around in the air.
A/N: Wow...that was fun!
I'll write more, I promise.
Cross my heart.
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