EMPOV
"Em, can you stay with me tonight?" Rosalie asked a few minutes later, looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes.
I sighed, "I can't-"
She cut me off, "But, Emmett! I need someone right now! Don't you care?!"
"Rosalie!? I have to stay with my little sister tonight! She needs me, because of what you did!" I accused, jumping up from the bench.
"She deserved it!" Rosalie shouted, jumping up to stand in my face, my eyes narrowed, and I snarled.
"What did she do that you didn't!?" How could she accuse someone of something she did?!
"It takes two to tango." She accused, poking my chest with her index finger.
"She was DRUNK, Rosalie! We ALL were!" I shouted, "It also takes a good person to forgive someone for something that they had no control over."
"What the HELL is that supposed to mean, Swan!?" She screamed at me. Ha, as if she doesn't know!
"You know EXACTLY what that means, Hale!" I accused, "Bella was… is, and has been a great friend to you!! WHAT THE HELL!?"
"Edward can stay with her!"
"But I'm her brother!" I used to always hold her when she'd cry, and the same for her with me. Why would now be any different?
"He's her lover!!" She argued.
"You say that like you didn't knock her out over him an hour ago!" We were silent for a few moments before she spoke.
"I thought you loved me." She whispered, looking down. She was about to cry, but I was too pissed off to care.
"Not right now I don't." I hissed, and ran back into the apartment, taking Bella from Edward who was sitting on the couch, walking in her room, and putting her on her bed. Calling Alice into the room, I asked her to change Bella into some comfortable pajamas while I called my mother to cancel the visit.
Once I was done I knocked on the door to Bella's room, "Alice?"
"You can come in! She's dressed!" She called through the door.
I opened the door, and looked over at my sister, who was now under the covers. She hadn't been conscious since Rose punched her. Smiling I turned to Alice, "Thanks, Ali." She smiled and waved it off.
"No problem." She said, leaving the room. I walked over to my sister, kissed her forehead, whispering, "I'm sorry, Bella, that I couldn't have stopped Rose." She sighed in contentment, and turned over, still asleep. Sighing, I grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet, and got situated on the couch where I fell into a light sleep, waking up every few hours to check on Bella, though she was asleep the whole time and didn't wake up once.
But when I woke up in the morning, she was in the kitchen making pancakes for us. Yumm... Bella's cooking...
EPOV
It's been two weeks since I've talked to any of them. Not Emmett, Jasper, Alice, or Bella, and definitely not Rosalie. I didn't know what to say to her. I'm sure that she is still just as mad as before. She's the kind of person who holds grudges.
In my free time I've been on my keyboard, trying to get my feelings into the song, so that I would finally be able to understand them. I figured that since I can read the emotions playing in music so easily, but not so much right now in myself, I could listen to the music that my heart played and read my emotions. For some reason this piece has the tendency to remind me of Bella and when I used to watch her sleep at our sleepovers before we were driven apart by rumors. It did not work in the least, so my decision was to go to Bella, and see what I could get to slip from my lips.
I've been meaning to talk to Bella about where we stand…If we're just friends or if we are something more. I want something more, but for all I know, she could still love Jasper... At that though, my eyes shutting abruptly as I let my head fall into my hands, sighing in annoyance. I wanted to talk to her, tell her how deeply I loved her, and ask her how she felt about me. I can't just keep torturing myself about how I think she might be feeling. But I couldn't do it, whenever I would try to go through with it, my feet would stop moving, and I wouldn't be able to get them anywhere but back to my apartment.
I walked into my room, and decided to sleep. It was about nine at night, so I wasn't too early. I changed into my green pajama pants, not bothering with a shirt. Besides, it was more comfortable that way. Pulling back the covers, I slipped in, turning off the lamp on my nightstand, and drifted from consciousness.
Bella and I were at the park at night, sitting on a bench under a tree. She was gazing at the moon, and I was gazing at her. Her soft brown hair blew in the wind, causing her delectable scent to drift to my nose. Breathing in deeply, I scooted myself closer to Bella, wrapping my arms around her, causing her to jump. She'd forgotten my presence.
Kissing the top of her head, I whispered in a quiet, shy voice, "Bella, you know that you're my best friend, right?"
"Yeah... Why?" She asked skeptically, turning her head to look into my eyes, sensing that this conversation was going somewhere different than usual.
Sighing, I closed my eyes, "What would you say... If I told you that I liked you as more than a friend? That I loved you?" I whispered softly, unknowing as to what I'd do if she rejected my love and stopped talking to me.
We sat in silence for a moment, her silence panicking me. Should I have just said that I liked her? Told her how I felt, but just to a certain extent? Should I have said anything at all? How is she reacting? Is she freaking out? Wondering how to get away as quickly as possible? Or, heaven forbid, would she say that she liked me, too? That she longed for that kind of bond for us? That she cared about me in that way?
That she loved me, too?
Opening my eyes, I looked down at her, to see her eyes closed, a single tear hanging on to the side of her eye. She was crying! Did I say something wrong? I drug my fingertips down the side of her soft face, gently wiping her tears away. I felt so ashamed. I was the reason that she was crying. But... Why?
But she then uttered the four words that sent my heart into frenzy:
"I love you, too."
"Edward?" The sound of Bella's beautiful voice brought me out of my content slumber. I opened my eyes a little bit, to see Bella staring down at me from the side of my bed, a smug grin on her face. But instead of getting up and asking her what the hell she was so smug about, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and tugged her into my bed and under the covers. She squealed, then calmed down as she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me closer. Sighing in contentment with Bella in my arms, I fell back to sleep.
