The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt:
Walls
Pen name: TRDancer
Pairing: Bella/Edward
Rating: T


Edward Cullen sat at his computer, staring at the document he had open. It was the final chapter of his novel, or so he hoped. He had to get this to his editor by Monday, four PM at the latest.

It was eight o'clock on Sunday night.

Bella, his girlfriend, had already called him multiple times, asking him if he'd finished it yet. He'd promised that as soon as he was done, she could read it, and she was getting impatient and worried. "What if you don't finish by the deadline?" she'd asked on the last phone call. He'd sighed and pointed out that he'd already considered that, and if she'd stop calling him, maybe he could finish writing.

But even taking his home phone off the hook and turning his cell off wasn't helping. There was a wall in Edward's brain, and he couldn't get past it.

He sat with his chin propped in his hands, staring straight at the bright white screen, blinking as little as possible. He tried to keep his thoughts focused on little Garrett and Kate and their friends and the happy ending for them that he was supposed to be creating, but his thoughts kept drifting away, to things like how much he wanted to eat turkey (when would Thanksgiving be here, anyway?), what he was going to buy Bella for Christmas (would she like jewellery? Clothes?), and God's sake, that deadline (shit). His thoughts snapped back to Garrett, Kate, and Company.

Garrett had asked Kate to the prom. Kate had said yes, gushing and blushing included. The problem was Tanya. What was Edward going to do with Tanya? He didn't know, and that was a problem. A big one.

Edward continued to sit in front of his computer for hours. He watched the time go by in the bottom right hand corner of his screen, each minute another moment of failure.

Tanya. Tanya. Tanya.

Her name beat a steady rhythm in Edward's mind, always repeating, never ending. He considered bringing in a pack of zombies to kill her off – but no, that would require killing everyone, and besides, Tanya didn't deserve to die, no matter how much she'd rivalled for Garrett's attention throughout the story. He thought about pairing her off with the teacher, but quickly wrote that off as pure insanity – it was nearing two in the morning, after all.

Where is your happy ending, little girl? Edward wondered. He scoured the pages before for a hint as to what was meant for Tanya. He cursed himself for not planning out his stories before writing them.

A loud knock at Edward's apartment door woke him with a start. He checked the time and found it to be six AM. Though he had a strong urge to ignore the door, he got up and answered it.

He opened it to see Bella, hair still wet from the rain outside, wearing what she called her 'comfy outfit', and bearing Starbucks coffee. She grinned at him and pushed her way in. "Still stuck?" she asked.

"Yes," he mumbled, taking his venti black coffee from her and sipping from it.

"Let me see," she demanded.

Edward attempted to protest—he didn't like anyone reading something that was incomplete—but Bella grabbed the laptop off the desk and dragged it over to the bed where she was sitting, scrolling through the pages of typed script before Edward even had time to move from his place leaning against the door.

After a few silent moments, Bella looked up at Edward. "I don't see the problem. You're so close."

Edward groaned. "Tanya. I don't know what to do with Tanya."

Bella raised her eyebrows. "I see." She went back to scanning the document. It was scarcely a minute before she looked back up at him, confusion in her eyes. "Tanya, you said?" Edward nodded. "The strawberry blonde that's been after Garrett?" Edward nodded again, surprised that Bella had picked up so much of the story just from skimming. "Huh." Bella went back to scrolling.

"Why?" Edward asked.

Bella sighed. "I don't know, it just seems like she should be with this Eric person. He seems to keep showing up in all her scenes. It's like he likes her or something. She could realize her love for him. Or, at least, her not complete hatred..."

Edward's eyes brightened and he leaped in Bella's direction, pushing the laptop off her lap and onto the bed, attacking her with kisses. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Bella giggled. "If you have, I don't remember. Would you like to refresh my memory?"

"A lot. A fucking lot." He crawled off Bella and grabbed the laptop, starting to type madly, the wall in his mind gone. "Now, shoo, woman. I have writing to do."

She laughed again and stood up. "What a great thank you," she said sarcastically.

"You love me," he mumbled, transfixed by the words appearing on the screen.

"Every second of every day," she agreed, bending down to kiss his cheek. He turned and caught her on the mouth.

"And I you," he whispered before turning back to the computer.

Bella almost thought she could feel her heart melting as she sat down and curled into his side, sipping on her coffee and, later, Edward's as rain beat down on the window and Edward's fingers ceaselessly beat down on the keyboard, creating a rhythm that eventually lulled Bella to sleep.


Okay, I had major writer's block. There was a wall in my mind. There probably still is, for every other fic I write, so you may not get updates on SG or MUP, k? I'm really, really sorry.

Review, please? :)