Author's note: Okay, good news and bad news. I am completely finished with my research project tomorrow, which means I'll have more time to write! Bad news, they just gave us one in World History, which means I still won't be writing as much as I want to. STUPID SCHOOL SYSTEM! Another thing that is completely idiotic on my part, I've been meaning to put this in an author's note for a while; I haven't disclaimed any of the songs Edward's mind sings. So, the first song is Passenger's Seat by SheDaisy. Bella's ringtone is Machine by Josh Groban. The one that's We've felt the hands of the devil is Angel Boy by Tim McGraw. I own none of them. Speaking of which, I don't own Twilight either. And Constantine is a great movie. You should watch it.
Chapter Seven: Talking to My Angel
Bella's POV
Okay…um…that's…that's Edward. But…but…ergh. Wings. Angel wings. Maybe this is Alice's idea of a joke? I never should have told her about my dream. Hold on, she can't turn people into balls of light. That was so cool. He was shiny. This thought resulted in me giggling like an idiot for a few minutes. I ceased immediately when the figure on the ground shot up and starting mumbling under his breath with his back to me. Something about his stupidity and ripping some guy's head off. Violent angel. But wings. Wings. Wings. Wings. No halo. Wings. I just could not get over that. They were so pretty. They looked like the wings the angels in the movie Constantine had. It's just amazing.
He turned around to face me in a move too fast for my eyes. Might I say, the wings looked even better framing his face? I kinda half-waved at him. His face contorted in horror as a curse left his mouth.
Edward's POV
She can see me? Crap, she can see me. Crap. Crap. CENSORED STRING OF RANDOM MENTAL PROFANITY. Maybe she'll think I have nothing to do with the weird light. Maybe she'll think I just got here and didn't notice me coming up on her. I noticed her gaze was transfixed on a spot just beyond my left shoulder. I turned my head to follow her focus and…wing. Cue panic. She can see my wings! Ahhhh! And cue mental cursing.
Way to go, Angel Boy. Way to go. You and your light and your stupid wings.
This is not my fault! It's his! He was the one who went and got himself involved with a human in the first place.
Umm...didn't you get the memo? WE'RE HER GAURDIAN ANGEL NOW!
And whose idea was that?
Edward's!
No. It was yours.
Hey, well, she's not freaking out. She seems kinda dazed and giddy.
She's probably going into shock dumb dumb.
Maybe we should do something.
Maybe you should put yours wings away.
Oh yeah.
My wings popped out of existence and her eyes refocused on my face. "Hi," I mumbled. Wow, eloquent and articulate.
Shut it.
I don't think she's breathing.
"Breathe Bella." She took in an over-exaggerated breath. She found her voice with the newfound air. "You're a…a…"
"Yes," I cut her off. This was followed by a semi-awkward silence. "You're friends will be worried."
She nodded and started walking. I led the way to the small Italian restaurant I had picked up from Alice's mind earlier. Oddly enough, it was named Bella Italia. Her friends were looking around frantically out front. Rosalie noticed us first. "Look Bella! And…Edward? Bella, what happened? And where…?" She gave a pointed look in my direction.
Bella fidgeted with her hands. "I got lost and Edward found me." She turned to me. "Thank you by the way. I really appreciate it. Let's go eat girls."
"Bella, we kinda already ate. We were going to wait, but we got hungry-"
"It's fine. I'm not that hungry. Let's just go home."
"You should eat something," I told her.
She started to protest, but Alice appeared in her face. "Stay and eat dinner with him!" she hissed. She and Rosalie got in her canary colored sports car and drove off. I held the door open and gestured her inside. Defeated and begrudgingly, she entered. The waitress at the podium looked me over a few times, while thinking thoughts I would not care to repeat, before she remembered she was supposed to be showing us to a table. She set us in a small booth in a corner that could be seen clearly from her post up front.
Ha ha! She's thinking of ways to slip you her number.
My favorite is writing it out in ravioli.
Would you two shut up?
She's also thinking of ways to get you back in the kitchen to…
I hate you.
She gave us our menus, not so subtly winked at me, and walked off swing her hips and muttering, "Open it," repeatedly. Open what? The menu?
Hmm… 555-5226 is an odd thing to do with chicken, but it comes with a garlic breadstick!
Bella was watching me watch the menu. "You guys eat human food then?"
"What? No. They just do interesting things with the chicken here." I showed her the number. I expected her to find it amusing, but she frowned slightly and looked down at her lap. Maybe this evening's events were catching up with her. As strange as the notion was and as inappropriate a time it was, this was the first good look I had gotten of her today. She was wearing a light sweater, dark blue, which displayed her neck magnificently.
She looks delicious.
You can't eat her!
Well, maybe I didn't mean it that way.
Don't even go there.
The waitress came back and took her order, coke and mushroom ravioli. When we were alone again, she started shifting in her seat, "I have a few questions."
Bella's POV
That was an understatement. I had a lot of questions. "Why were you here?"
"Pass," he said without looking at me.
"Come on, that's the easy one." He persisted to avoid my gaze. "Fine, how did you find me?"
"After I so stupidly lost you, I went looking for you. Then I heard what those low-lives were thinking."
He was looking angry again. "What do you mean 'heard what they were thinking?'"
His eyes widened infinitesimally. "I can read minds."
No. He can read my mind? Please ignore all the now awkward thoughts I had about you. My mind must be really boring, huh? He didn't respond to my mental questioning, so I voiced one out loud. "Can all of you do that?"
"No, that's just me. What are you thinking that has you blushing like that?"
"Like you don't know."
"No, I don't. I can read every mind in here with one exception, yours. Look, money, sex, money, sex, cat, flying cucumbers, ceiling fans, buffalo, some book called Thr3e," he said as he pointed the people out. "But yours, just nothing. It is extremely infuriating."
"Is there something wrong with my brain?"
He laughed. I failed to see what was so funny. "I tell you I can read minds, and you think you're the one with problems?"
He had a point there. I'm still the one with problems though. Obviously I'm having hallucinations about angels who can read minds, except for the one they're from. Or he could be real. If I can touch him, that means he's real, right? I set my hand on top of his on the table. I don't know why he looked shocked. I was the one who was shocked. A bolt of electricity had shot through me from the contact with his icy cold skin. Back to my interrogation. "Can you fly?"
"Yep."
"Where are your wings now?"
"Gone."
"Just like that?"
"It would be awkward having to walk around with wings all the time."
"Why did you run away from the Cullens?"
"They wanted to take me to the hospital. Someone would have realized I was different. Plus, that was the first time I had ever been seen by a human. I panicked."
I looked down at my half eaten ravioli. I really wasn't hungry. I wanted to be alone somewhere with this breath-taking angel. "Can we go?"
"Sure."
He stood up with embarrassment clearly written upon his features. "What's wrong?"
"According to my observations of humans, the guy is supposed to pay for dinner. I don't have any money."
He's so cute when he's flustered. "It's okay, Edward. I can pay for my own food."
I dug in my pocket, pulled out a twenty, and left it on the table. "Let's go." He followed me out the door and into the dark outside. I looked at the empty parking that had held Alice's Porsche. "How did you get here? My ride is gone."
"I rode with you three," he said sheepishly. "I am now scarred for life," he added teasingly.
"How am I getting home then?"
He pondered for a second. "We're running."
"The whole way? No. Not gonna happen."
"How about I run the whole way?"
He led me around to the alley behind the restaurant. "Hold on tight," he said as he lifted me onto his back and shot off running. I closed my eyes and held onto him as tight as I could. The speed that trees were passing us was terrifying. After twenty minutes we were stopped outside my house. "T-too…f-f-fast," I stuttered.
He set me down on the porch. He looked around and placed a small kiss on my cheek. Then, he ran off.
A/N: I AM SO, SO SORRY! I keep saying I won't take long to update, but I still do. School keeps getting in the way. Luckily, I am out next week. I'll still have marching band, but NO HOMEWORK! Which means all my typing will be fanfic based. Sorina is going to be writing the next chapter. It's the meadow and their first kiss. I don't do fluff. For anyone who is reading Two Crimes, I have the next chapter half way written, along with another one-shot and the first chapter of another story. Also, the book that the random person was thinking about was Thr3e by Ted DeKker. It's an awesome book; you should read it. Whew! Done.
