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A/N
So sorry for the delay. I had a little bit of writers block during this chapter. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I decided to write this. I thought I was being clever and tried to prewrite a few of the chapters and ended up catching up with myself and It didn't help that my friends were visiting from college for the holidays.
Thanx for reviewing, faving, alerting and just reading in general. You guys are great and you give me something to look foward to. I've been in a bit of a funk lately. My friends think it's depression (Ha!) my mom thinks I'm just bored. I don't know about the former but the latter is definately true. I haven't started college yet so I try to fill my day with episodes of Heroes and The Office but enough about my problems.
This chapter is for monkeywoman, you said you wanted a lemon and ArieCullen, who worried that I was putting it in here too soon. I told you I had a plan ; ). With that being said, I did only say that I was thinking about throwing in a small squirt and this is more like a tiny single shaving of lemon zest..just the zest...not the whole lemon, so PLEASE don't kill me. This is my first story therefore my first attempt at a lemon or anything resembling the yellow acidic fruit, so be nice por favor.
Also If the chapter title is off to the side and not in the middle like it normally is I'm sorry. FF wouldn't let me center anything and sorry about any typos or mistakes you may see in grammer or spelling and shit like that. I don't have a beta so I try to get these chapters out to a couple of my friends before I post so they can look them over but they're about as useful as a saddle with no horse jkjk they're awsome for even putting up with me and sorry about this giant ass A/N this is so not like me so I'll just stop here.
8. Breaking the Ice
EPOV
I heard water; the sound of a constant stream of rushing water pounding relentlessly against a hard surface. I rolled over and grabbed my pillow, placing it over my ear to block out the sound, but it was no use. I could still hear the water and the more I tried to ignore it, the louder it got. Where the hell is that coming from?
I opened my eyes and pulled the pillow away from my head. I looked around the room but couldn't see anything. I couldn't even make out the shape of my desk or the outline of my fingers in front of my face; the room was pitched black.
What time is it? I looked around for the bright red numbers of my alarm clock and found nothing but darkness. I rubbed my eyes in frustration and exhaustion. That damn water was so fucking loud. I grunted a sigh and got up to follow the sound, stumbling around blindly. I put my hands out in front of me to keep from bumping into a wall, squinting my eyes to no avail. My hands hit the door and I began to feel around for the handle, getting more frustrated every second I didn't find it.
Finally I hit the doorknob and twisted it in triumph and agitation. I was met with more darkness as I yanked the door open; the only light coming from underneath the bathroom door.
The bathroom.
That's where the sound was coming from. Of course, the shower. I should've known, but in my defense it sounded entirely too loud.
I slowly pushed toward the small amount of light, clinging to its warmth. There were heavy puffs of steam escaping from underneath the door carrying the smell of strawberries with them. My mind went blank as the sweet scent surrounded me; I forgot why I had gotten out of bed in the first place. I didn't even notice that the shower had shut off until the door started to open slowly. I panicked and tried to run back into my room but I couldn't move. My feet felt heavy. My heart started to thud in my chest as the door opened wider.
I tried to fight against the force holding my feet down but they didn't budge. I didn't want to seem like I was lurking in the shadows waiting for her every time she came out of the shower. I'd put extreme effort into forgetting the last time. Then the door opened completely and there stood Bella looking up at me. The swirl of steam that surrounded her was so thick that I could barely see the towel she wore behind it. Her hair was wet and clung to her shoulders and what I could see of her chest.
I watched as the water glistened and slid down her neck and chest before disappearing into the towel. I worked against the fog clouding my mind and pulled my eyes up to meet hers. I opened my mouth to say something, apologize; explain myself as I struggled against the weight anchoring me in place, but before I could get a word out, she reached up and placed her finger on my mouth, silencing me, and I swear I could taste strawberries on her skin. Fuck me! I was beyond screwed at this point; I was trying to keep it together and not picture what was underneath that damn towel. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. A smirk slowly formed on her lips when she noticed the bulge in my pants and I swallowed nervously.
Her finger was still fixed on my mouth; water and strawberries running down her skin onto my lips. She looked back up at me with hooded eyes as she moved her finger to trail down my bare chest and abs, making my heart beat erratically as her hand crept lower. I groaned as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of my pajamas, lightly grazing my arousal with the tips of her fingers. She slowly pulled me in and all of a sudden my feet felt lighter than air as I floated towards her. She let go of my pants and brought her hands up to the towel and looked at me with a smug smile before pulling it apart and letting it fall to her ankles with a soft thud. She pressed her body tightly against mine, skin to skin, but I didn't feel the water dripping off of her chest onto mine and I didn't feel my fingers sliding across her hips as I grabbed her waist but I didn't care.
She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me down towards her until our lips met. I wrapped my hand in her tangled hair to bring her closer. Something told me that I should resist but I couldn't, and I didn't want to. She started to move her hands from around my neck back to my pants and slid them, along with my boxers, down my legs without breaking the kiss. I picked her up and put her on the counter as she started to rock her hips against me, causing me to moan. In that moment I didn't give a shit about being her friend or her roommate, I just wanted her. We broke apart for air and I moved my lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at the spot under her ear.
I listened to her breathing pick up as I placed myself at her entrance and paused, waiting for her permission, for her protest.
"Edward," she panted out my name. "Please."
I shot up in bed gasping for air.
"Fuck!" I hissed under my breath as I tugged on my hair and collapsed back on my bed staring at the bright ceiling. I rubbed my face with the palms of my hands as I tried to calm down and looked around the sun filled room; a stark contrast from the dream I'd just had. I stood up and shook my head as I made my way to the door, tenting my thin pajama pants. A friend. A roommate. Hell, at this point we weren't even friends. I sighed and slowly opened the door to poke my head out. Her door was open but she was nowhere in sight. Good, I didn't want to chance running into her in my current state. I walked out and headed straight for the bathroom to take a very cold shower.
When I walked in I was assaulted with strawberry scented steam and I groaned as my dick twitched. I didn't waste time wiping the steam away from the mirror. It created a complementary haze to my denial while at the same time proving what I wanted to deny. I didn't want to think about how she'd just been in here…naked and wet…
I cringed as the ice cold water pricked at my skin.
The battle to be her friend was going to be that much harder. I was starting with negative points, working my way back to zero. That was going to be difficult enough without my subconscious throwing my desires in my face. She was off limits. I couldn't breach that region of thought where she was involved. Would I be able to handle this for the rest of the semester? The rest of the year? I shook my head and shut off the water, wrapping a towel around my waist.
I brushed my teeth and avoided looking at the steam that still lingered on the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom and quickly walking into my room. I dried off and threw on some clothes before flopping down on my bed. This is getting out of hand.
I sighed and pushed the damp hair off my forehead and away from my eyes. Before last night I would have been up and out before she even had a chance to stir; nowI didn't know what to do with myself. I was afraid to leave my room; paranoid that my imagination would get the better of me and I wouldn't be able to handle being in her presence without a certain part of my anatomy making an appearance. God damn that dream. It had me questioning my own self-control.
I growled and got to my feet. Get a fucking grip, she's just a girl. I started to pace around the room. It was just a dream. It meant nothing. I laughed hysterically and raked my hands through my hair roughly. I was driving myself crazy.
Knock
Knock
Knock
I stopped mid-stride and narrowed my eyes towards the door. I transiently considered not answering. As stupid and pointless as it would have been it seemed like a more appealing option as opposed to seeing her, but I knew I couldn't hide anymore. If this was going to work, I was going to have to talk to her sometime. I walked across the room slowly and hid my body behind the door, making sure I was covered from the waist down- just in case. I took a steadying breath and opened it just enough to stick my head out.
"Uh…hey," she offered weakly. She had an air of discomfort and uneasiness. She seemed almost shy and it confused me because last night she'd been anything but. This was a completely different person in front of me now.
"Hey," I managed and gave her a friendly smile. That's it keep it light and friendly. Light and friendly, I chanted as I tried not to think about how close we were to the bathroom.
"I uh…made breakfast." She waved her hand dismissively in an attempt to seem nonchalant but the nerves were still there. I took a minute to process what she was saying and I doubt I hid my confusion and surprise well. After all just last night she's said she was still upset with me. I fought the compulsion to question why she'd done it. I didn't want to come off as rude or ungrateful and we all know how it had turned out the last time I declined a meal.
"Oh," I failed to keep the consternation out of my tone. "Uh…thanks?" It came out like a question. I knew that I should thank her and it seemed like the appropriate thing to say but this was all so awkward.
She nodded meekly and took her bottom lip into her mouth. I blocked out the onslaught of images trying to invade my mind and followed her into the dining room. She handed me a plate and quickly took a seat, leaving me with the decision on where to sit. I looked around at the wooden platform and wondered why in the hell my mother would buy such a big ass table. At the time she knew that it was just going to be me living here and this table seated six. Who did she think was going to fill the other five?
I looked down at my plate and it was only then, that I realized what we were having: bacon, eggs, and pancakes…topped off with strawberries. I suppressed a groan as my pants started to get a little tight and quickly took a seat across from her. I stared at the plate in front of me; the vivid red of the strawberries seemed to be getting brighter each second that I stared. Why did it have to be strawberries, why not blueberries or fucking cantaloupe- anything but strawberries. I swallowed hard as the syrup slid down the edge of the pancake and onto the plate.
"It's not poisoned if that's what you're thinking." She smiled and took a sip of orange juice; her eyes alight with amusement and the earlier traces of anxiety fading away.
"I wasn't, but now that you mention it I am a little suspicious," I recovered and smiled back. I wanted to laugh and joke with her. I wanted to do some other things with her but I couldn't let myself think about what those things were. Light and friendly.
"Trust me you have nothing to worry about. I'm a terrible liar, I'd never get away with it," she chuckled and cut into her stack of pancakes. I smiled to myself. This could be easy. Things were going pretty smooth and as long as I thought about her in a strictly platonic way then I might be able to survive this. It fell silent as we both started to eat. My eyes rolled back into my head as I took the first bite and I stifled a moan. If the silence got awkward I didn't notice because I was too busy shoveling food into my mouth. It had been a good two weeks since I'd had anything resembling real food.
"Do you usually cook for people you're mad at?" I asked facetiously while taking the last bite of egg into my mouth. I felt like an ass for eating it- if anything I should've been the one to make her breakfast- but it was so good. She let out a humorless laugh and traced the grain of the table with her finger.
"No not usually, but I figured 'what the hell' since I was already cooking and you were actually here today." She shrugged and continued to trace the grain without looking at me. It made me feel like an even bigger ass. She was still upset and I wasn't doing anything to make it better. I wanted to grab her face and make her look at me. I had to find a way for her to understand me even if I wasn't completely sure of myself right now. I grabbed her hand to get her attention, putting a halt to her movement.
"Bella," I said, effectively getting her attention. "I really am sorry for the way I treated you and I know you don't know enough about me to trust me, yet, but I promise I will make it up to you." I tried to put as much sincerity in my words as I could. I wanted her to know that they weren't being said out of pity or guilt, although I did feel slightly guilty, I still meant it. Her eyebrows furrowed and I could see the incredulity in her eyes but I was determined get her to believe me. I would earn her trust. I held her gaze and gave her hand a small squeeze in effort to get her to see how sincere I was. Her expression softened and turned thoughtful.
"Okay." She nodded and pulled her hand back to grab her plate. "You want to make it up to me?" I nodded my head and watched as she came around the table and grabbed my plate as well. She walked into the kitchen and sat them down in the sink. "Well it's a good thing you're dressed then." I looked at her with a raised eyebrow as she waltzed past me into the living room. "Grab your keys, we're going for a ride," she called over her shoulder. I got up and followed her out of the room to get my keys like I was told. This should be interesting.
BPOV
I was feeling pretty good about myself this morning; last night I'd channeled my inner badass and took care of business. This morning I took the first step and tried to break some of the excess ice that had frozen between us. I was in a good place and feeling kind of proud, that is, until we got in his car.
I was facing straight ahead staring intently at the scenery in front of me like it was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen, only speaking when I needed to give him directions. Every so often I would look out of the corner of my eye to see that Edward was sitting in almost the same rigid position as me. It hadn't been so bad in the apartment because that was neutral territory but this was Edward's domain. I'm sure he felt more comfortable than I did in this situation but guessing from his posture it was only marginally.
I was beginning to think this was a bad idea as I tapped my fingers on my thighs anxiously and wished that there was some music to fill the verbal gap. As if he'd read my mind, Edward reached out towards the console and flipped on the radio. I inwardly sighed in relief and relaxed into my seat; at least the music would liven up the dead air a little bit. Edward tapped his thumb against the steering wheel and I nodded my head inconspicuously.
"Make a right up here," I barely squeaked over the music.
"Are you going to tell me where we're headed?" He asked curiously, turning his torso slightly in my direction. I glanced over at him and grinned.
"Nope, you'll find out when we get there," I told him.
"…But I'm the driver. Don't you think I should at least know where it is I'm driving?" he countered and looked at me expectantly.
"Hmm," I pretended to think about it. "Nah," I shook my head and laughed. He frowned and grumbled unintelligibly as I told him to take the next left. The rest of the ride continued much the same, with me giving him directions and refusing to tell him where we were going when he inquired.
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"Wal-Mart?" he asked incredulously as he pulled into the parking lot.
"Yeah, what did you expect?" I smiled innocently. He pulled into the stall and put the car in park as he stared up at the moniker of the building with annoyance before looking back at me.
"I don't know…not…this," he said exasperated and gestured toward the building, his keys jingling in his hand from the movement. Shrugging a shoulder, I unbuckled my seatbelt and hopped out with a smirk as he came around the car and joined me. "I guess I should've recognized the area," he laughed and combed a hand through his already mussed hair as we started to walk up to the store.
I watched as the sun turned his hair an array of metallic colors: copper and brass with little strands of gold mixed in. He had an amazing head of hair. I tore my eyes away before I got too tempted to reach out and touch it. We walked past the automatic doors into the warm air of the store.
"Well this just happens to be you're first stop on the road to redemption, my would-be friend so I wouldn't question it." I smiled and tried to hold in my laughter at his perplexed expression.
"Why Wal-Mart?"
"Edward," I sighed, "do you know how hard it is to heat leftovers without a microwave or make toast without a toaster?" I eyed him speculatively. In truth, I could've made the toast in the broiler but I don't like doing it. Especially when I'm only making two pieces; I always tend to burn them. He didn't say anything so I continued. "My point is you promised me stuff and I'm here to collect." I left it at that and walked over to grab a shopping cart, pulling one out and testing it for bum wheels or squeaks before pushing it further into the store. Edward followed close behind silently as we came to an aisle with bath rugs, the surplus tension from the car resurfacing and wiggling its way into the silence.
I grabbed a set of rugs in front of me to give myself something to do. I don't do well with awkward silence. I always feel the need to fill the gaps with mindless chit chat. I fiddled with the item in my hands inattentively. The tension was building and the pressure to make conversation was getting heavier each second. Fuck it. I decided if he wasn't going to say anything then I would. I'd ask him about the damn weather if I had to.
I opened my mouth to say something about the relative humidity but stopped myself when I turned and found him staring at me; his emerald eyes smoldering much like they were when I'd first met him. It made me feel slightly self-conscious again. I bent my head back down towards the bundle in my hands to hide the traitorous blush that I felt burning across my cheeks. He cleared his throat and I looked shyly out the corner of my eye as he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of someone calling his name.
"Edward?" He whipped his head around to stare at the leggy blonde sauntering towards him. Her heels clicked against the floor and her skirt swayed from side to side as she switched her hips excessively. Her makeup was done in an inordinate fashion and her clothes were scant. "I thought that was you," she said and grabbed him up in a hug when she reached him. He stiffened infinitesimally and returned her embrace reluctantly, patting her back with one hand. He started to pull back but she was slow to release him.
"Mm, I've missed you." She pouted and stared up at him through her lashes, leaning into him as she rubbed his bicep, completely ignoring me. I grimaced and rolled my eyes.
"Hello Tanya," he said in a monotonous voice and leaned back slightly.
"Why don't we get out of here and have a little fun for old time's sake," she whispered seductively and pressed her chest up against him as she continued to run a claw down his arm. Not even a 'how are you' or 'what have you been up to'. I wanted to gag at her blatant easiness and stupidity. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he wasn't interested.
It was like looking at the beginning of a cheap porno but it was entertaining watching Edward try to dodge her advances. I briefly considered helping him but decided it'd be way more fun to watch.
"Actually," he pulled her hand away from his arm and took a step back. "I'm kind of in the middle of something." I couldn't control the small snort that came from my mouth and I bit my lip in attempt to stifle the rest. He shot a glare in my direction and I smiled back innocently.
"How about later?" she twirled a piece of strawberry blonde colored hair around her finger and I clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle the giggles that were now coming out while she continued to disregard me despite the fact that I was standing less than two feet away. You've got to admire her persistence. My laughter was replaced with a surprised yelp when Edward turned and grabbed me around my waist, pinning me against his right side. I stared up at him wide eyed and let the rug I'd been holding fall to the ground.
"Later isn't good for me either," he said. She scowled as her icy blue eyes finally acknowledged me. She scanned over me from head to toe before looking back at Edward skeptically.
"What is she your girlfriend?" she asked and pointed a red painted finger nail in my direction.
"Oh where are my manners. You haven't been properly introduced. Tanya this is Bella," he said giving my waist a squeeze for extra effect and I felt a small ache in my chest. A part of me missed the feeling of being in Mikes arms, wrapping my arms around his neck, being close to him. I shook my head and forced myself to concentrate on the present. I was no longer with Mike and I couldn't- wouldn't- let myself think too much about him.
I extended my hand out of courtesy but she just stared at it like she'd contract some sort of disease if she touched me. How ironic. She let out a small 'humph' and flipped her hair over her shoulder. I retracted my hand; I didn't know where else to put it so I let it rest on Edwards stomach. It added to the whole façade. I could feel the ridges of his abs through his shirt and felt a dull throbbing in the pit of my stomach. I felt myself start to lean into him as his scent invaded my nostrils.
"You can't be serious. You're actually dating her?" This got my attention and impelled me to speak for the first time.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," she paused and looked me over again, "you just look like you belong on a farm or something."
"As opposed to a street corner?" I added. I felt Edwards grip tighten and I realized I had been inching towards her. I wasn't normally a violent person but she made me want to drag her up and down this aisle by her curls.
"How long do you think it'll be before he gets tire-"
"Well it was nice seeing you Tanya," Edward interjected, "but if you don't mind Bella and I are busy… looking for furniture… for our apartment," he added lightheartedly. I wanted to laugh at how he emphasized 'our'. She glared at him then back to me and I smiled brightly just to rub it in. She sneered and flipped her hair over her shoulder before turning to walk away. I stared at her retreating figure, wishing she would trip and break her damn neck. He continued to hold me close as she came to the end of the aisle and turned the corner. I let out a relieved sigh and waited for him to let me go but when nothing happened I turned in his arms and looked at him.
"Edward?" my voice was barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?" he answered but didn't loosen his grip.
"You can let me go now."
"Oh! Right." He cleared his throat and finally released me. I laughed and bent down to pick up the rug I'd dropped, actually looking at it for the first time.
"You okay?" he asked. I looked up to see him staring at me with concern. I grinned and nodded my head.
"She was lovely," I said while placing the ugly yellow rug back on the rack. "Where'd you meet her, etiquette class?" I asked and placed my hands on the cart and started moving forward. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head as he walked beside me.
"I've never taken an etiquette class."
"Well that explains your lack of etiquette then," I joked and nudged him playfully with my elbow. One side of his mouth lifted into a grin before turning into a small frown.
"Sorry about that." he gestured in the direction Tanya had gone.
"It's alright," I waved it off, "You needed the moll repellent."
"It was the least you could do for laughing at me." He chuckled and then turned serious. "But I'm not talking about that, I was talking about her attitude, you didn't deserve that."
"Oh…don't worry about it." I shrugged and brushed it off. I stopped to look over another section as the quiet started to set in again but this time I was determined not to let it get awkward. "Tell me about yourself," I blurted and kept facing the rack.
"What do you want to know?"
"Mm…everything," I said shrugging one shoulder, feigning nonchalance. I picked up a cream colored rug and examined it.
"You want to know everything…why?" he hedged. I rolled my eyes and stared back at him.
"Making up for lost time," I answered and raised an eyebrow.
"I'd much rather hear about you," he said with a smirk and grabbed the item I had in my hands.
"I asked you first." I watched as he took a quick look at it before throwing it in the basket.
"You didn't really ask, you kind of just…demanded."
"Stop stalling and start talking." He laughed at my brazen approach and pursed his lips.
"Well, for starters I'm from Chicago-"
"Really?" I asked cutting him off. "You're a long way from home. What made you choose Hamilton?" We started walking towards the kitchen appliances.
"I told my parent they had a really good music program."
"Do they?"
"Eh, it's adequate," he laughed.
"So what's the real reason you decided to come?"
"The real reason?" he paused and stared off into the distance seemingly debating whether he should tell me or not. "Well, I kind of missed Emmett…and if you ever tell him that I'll deny it," he tacked on and pointed at me with a stern expression. I laughed and shook my head.
"I think it's great you guys are close." I stopped to look at the different types of microwaves they had available. They weren't all that great but it didn't really matter much. If Edward decided to get a better one after I left that's fine. I just needed something to use while I was there.
"So what about you? Why Hamilton?" he asked taking me from my thought process.
"My mom tried convincing me that community college was the thing for me but we had completely different ideas. I was all for going away but I didn't want to completely abandon my parent so I chose Hamilton. It's not too far away."
"Where are you from?"
"A small town a few hours from here, have you ever heard of Forks?" I asked.
"As a matter of fact I have…" I turned to look at him in surprise. Most people generally haven't. "I use them frequently." I scrunched up my nose at him.
"Was that supposed to be funny?"
"You didn't laugh so I'm going to say no," he said and ran his hands through his hair. I laughed at that and turned back towards the microwave. "Do you have any siblings?"
"Nope it's just me. I always wanted a brother or sister but I got Alice instead. I love that girl but she can be a handful sometimes."
"I'll bet," he laughed and went to grab the microwave I had been looking at.
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Once we got started it was easy to get into the groove. It was all sort of effortless, being with Edward. It made me wonder why it couldn't have been this easy before.
"Okay, we're done." I said as I placed a toaster in the now full basket.
"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," he confessed and started pushing the cart towards the cash register.
"Well it's lucky for you I hate shopping."
"Really?" he asked incredulously.
"Okay, Well….I don't hate it," I clarified, "I just rather not spend the whole day in the store. A couple hours is fine but after that it starts to get absurd." The corner of his mouth turned up into that cute crooked way and he stared at me.
"You are definitely one of the strangest girls I've ever met," he laughed and I tilted my head in confusion.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment."
"As you should." He nodded and started pulling things out of the cart and setting them on the conveyor belt. We waited as the cashier scanned the items, displaying the subtotal on the small screen in front of us. I looked away when it began to reach into the hundreds. I only had so much money available before I had to start paying rent. I glanced over at the rack next to me and giggled when something caught my eye and picked it up to flip through the pages.
"What's so funny?" I heard Edward ask from beside me. I turned the book in his direction so he could read the title. He narrowed his eyes at me and I broke out into a fit of chuckles. He snatched it away from me and set it down.
"Have you ever read that?" I managed as I clutched my stomach.
"No," he answered with mock irritation and ignored my laughter.
"Maybe you should." I told him. My laughter was cut short when the cashier announced our total. How a few appliances and decorative elements could cost so much I'll never know. I sighed and reached into my pocket to grab my wallet.
"Don't worry about it Bella, I've got it," he said putting a stop to my movement.
"No, I can't let you pay for all of this."
"Why not?" he asked and reached into his back pocket.
"…Because it's not all yours. At least let me pay for half," I argued.
"Just think of it as pay back for all the food you bought." I paused to think about it. Buying all that food had put a small dent in my funds and I was going to need every penny I had.
"Okay," I relented. He beamed and reached into his wallet and pulled out a card.
I grabbed the basket and we walked out towards the parking lot. I felt bad as I pushed the cart to his car. I figured I could repay him by cooking him dinner or something. We loaded what we could into the trunk and put the rest in the back seat. I was taken by surprise when he opened my door for me but I didn't say anything. I just slid into the seat, buckled my seatbelt, and waited as he walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat. I remembered when he first asked me to go on this little trip. Had my relationship been so bad that I would confuse this with a date? I shook my head and laughed to myself.
"What are you laughing at now?" he asked and started the car.
"Oh…uh The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," I said quickly, thinking about the book I picked up back inside the store. I wasn't going to tell him I once thought of this as some sort of date.
"Why did you call me Mr. Hyde?" he asked and I shrugged.
"You were acting like a paranoid schizophrenic, the name seemed to fit. Now that I think about it, it's kind of funny I didn't even have to change your name," I teased. His mouth turned down into a frown and his eyebrows knit together. What did I say now?
"Bella, I really am sorry about th-"
"Edward, stop apologizing, okay? It's alright," I said stopping his second offering of remorse for the day. I was ready to move on. He looked at me for awhile then nodded his head and smiled.
"So does this mean we're friends now?" he asked in a hopeful voice.
"If it'll get you to stop apologizing then yes, we're officially friends." He beamed over at me and we spent the rest of the ride in companionable silence, for once.
A/N They are making a little progress.
I hoped you liked it and I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving and Christmas (God did it really take me that long to post? again I apologize). If you don't celebrate any of those I hope you had a great month. Like I said earlier my friends are visiting for the holidays so I'm not sure how long it will take to post the next chapter, just thought I'd throw that out there but thnx for not giving up on me. I hope you all have a great New Year too.
Also for those who don't know in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the main characters name is Dr. Henry Jekyll but when he takes the potion he becomes Edward Hyde. (That was just in case you guys didn't understand why Bella said she didn't have to change his name.)
Jourdan =).
