I know what you're thinking… Finally an update! I know, I know, there's an apology at the bottom…
Anyway, I give you the (too) long awaited chapter 8! And as always, this chapter is dedicated to everyone who takes the time to review! Feedback is much appreciated!
Twilight? Nope, still don't own it.
I'm on the edge of my seat, waiting in anticipation as Matt Damon races across the screen dodging bullets. "Run faster!" I scream and shove another spoonful of chocolate ice cream into my mouth. He smashes through a window and I gasp in surprise. Whoa, when did that window get there? "Go, Bourne! Go!" I chant. He rolls off the floor and continues running.
I hear a knock in the distance and wonder briefly what it is. I settle back into the couch as Matt Damon gets away and continue to eat my Dreyer's in peace. There's a knock again and I roll my eyes. "It's open!" I call out. There's a brief squeak of the door as it opens and closes and I hear a coat being taken off and set on the table.
"Bella," the dreamy voice sounds exasperated. "I could have been a fucking robber, and you would have let me in your apartment."
"But you aren't a fucking robber, Edward." I tease, trying to slow the sudden jump in my heart rate and discretely wipe off my sweaty palms. Just friends.
"Bella," he says seriously. I huff and turn around to look at him. My eyes widen. How is it possible for someone to look that delicious in grey sweats and a green long-sleeve?
"Edward," I mock. "What are you even doing here at," I glance at the wall clock. "Five a.m. on a Sunday morning?" I raise an eyebrow in question. He blushes and shuffles his feet nervously.
"I, uh…" he trails off and holds up a Wal-Mart bag. "Here," he quickly makes his way over to the couch and sits beside me. I grab the bag suspiciously and peek inside it.
"Fuck," I mutter dreamily and shove the chocolate Dreyer's off my lap. I rustle through the bag and pull out the Ben and Jerry's Rocky Road and two spoons. "Um, sorry buddy." I hand him a spoon. "I didn't share then, and I don't share now." I pull off the lid and take a bite, moaning at its deliciousness.
He lets out a fake cough and smiles. "I'm glad you like it."
"No," I mumble, my mouth full of BJ's, "I hate you right now. Can't you tell I'm dieting?" I mock glare and point to my low-fat chocolate sitting sadly on the coffee table. "You never answered my question. What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep." He shrugs and pulls something out of the Wal-Mart bag. Funny, all I saw in there was ice cream. Shows you what kind of girl I am.
"So you immediately thought, 'hey let me go bug Bella while she's having a Matt Damon fest'." He glances at the T.V. ad smiles ruefully. You always did have a thing for Matt Damon.
"What can I say," I shrug, "He's a nice chunk of man."
"Well, I drove by and couldn't help but notice your lights were on…" he trails off. "And I came with entertainment." He hands me a DVD.
"You have my attention." I grab the DVD. "Dinocroc VS. Supergator?" I laugh at the cover.
"Apparently it's a new Sci-Fi channel original."
I giggle and hand it back. "Put it in!" I snuggle deeper into the couch and take another spoonful. He fiddles with the DVD player for awhile before he finally figures out where the power button is and slides the movie in. The beginning credits start to roll and he shuts off the lights, making it seem like more of a movie theatre. He pauses in front of the couch and glances at the chair across the room, as if debating where to sit.
I pat the seat next to me. "Friends can sit next to each other, Edward."
"Right," he attempts to be nonchalant as he settles next to me and pulls my blanket over the both of us. I glance at his profile out of the corner of my eyes in the flickering light of the television. His entire face lights up as he smiles at something on the screen, and I feel myself smiling too. How can he still have this affect on me? After all these years? His eyes flick towards me and I quickly turn away, embarrassed at being caught staring.
He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him. "Are you getting the feeling of déjà vu?" he asks after awhile. I giggle as the oversized crocodile makes its first appearance on the screen and snaps at a group of unsuspecting tourists.
We both laugh at the horrible effects. "What? You mean the late night bad movies and ice cream?" I tease. "Yes." I answer truthfully. His eyes meet mine in the dim light and he smiles. "I'm glad you came." He leans in, and our faces are just inches apart.
"I couldn't stay away." He whispers seriously. I stretch toward him and lean my forehead against his. He leans in closer, and a loud scream causes us to jump apart. On the screen, Supergator has just eaten his first victim. I glance up at Edward and blush. Was he about to kiss me? Did I want him to kiss me?
Yes, yes I did.
He clears his throat awkwardly. "Well, that dude just got served." He bobs his head and I snort, smacking his arm playfully.
"You're so cheesy." And just like that, the tension is gone.
"Bella?" a soothing voice whispers my name. "Bella, baby. Wake up." Someone runs their hands gently through my hair and I relax into the comforting feeling. "Bella." The voice is a little louder. The hand stops and I grumble in protest.
I have the sudden feeling like I'm flying and my eyes shoot open. I let out a scream of surprise and slap whoever's carrying me down the hallway. Edward lets out a groan of pain and drops me on my bed.
"What the fuck?" he whispers angrily and rubs his reddening cheek where I smacked him.
"Edward?" I glance at him in surprise. The night comes rushing back- the movie, the ice cream- and I jump up. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I swat his hand away and rub his cheek with my own.
"Jesus, you have a nice right hook." He extends his jaw.
"I am Charlie's daughter." I smirk. "He trained me in self defense when I was like… three." I unconsciously pinch his cheek and he winces in pain. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry!" I flick on the light. "Well, that's what you get for surprising me like that!"
"Well, you wouldn't wake up! Jesus, you sleep like the dead!"
"Do you want some ice? Or a doctor?"
"No, I'll be fine." I wince as he uncovers his swelling cheek and looks at himself in the bathroom mirror. "You're lucky I didn't drop you." He chuckles, trying to ease the tension.
"Edward," I whine, "I feel terrible, let me do something."
"Maybe a little ice…" he trails off.
"I'm on it!" I race into the kitchen and grab an ice pack. "All I have is Hello Kitty." I apologize. I grab his hand and push him down onto the bed, gently resting the ice on his face. He winces and I apologize.
"Stop apologizing, Bella." He rolls his eyes. "You missed the Dinocroc/Supergator fight scene." He informs me.
I smirk. "You sure know how to pick the winners." I hand him the ice pack and sit next to him, trying to ignore the fact that Edward is sitting on my bed in my bedroom. I glance at the clock. "It's seven ten." I tell him. "You can stay for awhile, if you want." I yawn... "I happen to know my couch is quite comfortable.
"Stop yawning, woman! They're contagious." He covers his mouth to hide his own yawn. "No, I really should go." He tells me and hands me the ice pack. He stands and is about to say something, but is cut off by a round of excessive barking.
"Shit, Tink." I curse and sprint down the hallway. I fumble with the screen door leading out to the small balcony of the apartment and he comes charging in, running into the kitchen cabinets. I completely forgot I had let him out to piss on his square of fake grass when I got home last night.
"Bella?" I look over to Edward as I lock up the sliding door. Tink is sniffing his socked feet, his tail wagging a mile a minute. "You- Tink?" he sputters out and crouches down to pet him. Tink barks and runs around Edward in circles. "You kept him."
"Of course I kept him. He's my baby." Tink runs over to me and gives me a sniff before taking off to Edward again. "I think he remembers you." I tease.
"Hey buddy." Edward scratches his ears and laughs as Tink licks him. "I missed you, Tinks."
Mr. Tinks eventually looses interest and runs off to find a piece of furniture to hump, leaving Edward and I alone. "I really should go…" he trails off reluctantly. "I promised Alice and my parents I'd go out to brunch with them."
"Esme and Carlisle are in town?" I ask.
"Yeah," he rubs the back of his neck. "They came for… the wedding, and they decided to stay a bit longer." He rushes out. I nod in understanding and try to ignore the pang of jealousy I get whenever I think about his wedding. Relax, Bella. He stopped it, he's not married.
"Oh, you should go then." I nod in acceptance.
"For the record," he tells me as he slips on his old Chucks. "I would rather stay." He stands up and takes my hands in his, pulling me in for a hug.
"For the record," I mumble softly into his chest. "I would rather you stay too." he squeezes me tighter and rocks us gently back and forth. I pull back reluctantly and he pouts. "Would you like to take your movie?"
"Nah, keep it." He makes his way to the door. "We can make a new collection. 'Bella and Edward's horrible Sci-Fi movies- take two'." I giggle as he open the front door.
"It's a little long," I joke as he steps out into the hallway. He ponders this for a moment and shrugs.
"Eh, there are a lot of bad movies out there." He smiles crookedly. "I had fun, thanks for not kicking me out." His eyebrows furrow and he mock-glares at me. "And keep your door locked. Please?" he begs. I nod in acceptance, internally sticking my tongue at him. He starts to walk away, and I lose my inhibition.
"Edward," I grab his arm and stop him. I rest my arms on his chest and stand on my tip-toes until out faces are just inches apart. His hands come to my waist and he rubs soothing circles against my hips. I lean up farther and close the distance, brushing my lips lightly over his. "Thank you, for coming over. It was the most fun I've had in…a long time;" He smiles against my lips and pulls me in for another chaste kiss. I blush and hug him again tightly before turning back to my apartment. We grin at each other teenagers after their first kiss.
"Thank you," he finally breaks the silence.
"For what?"
"A second chance." With that, he kisses my forehead and makes his way down the hall, disappearing as the elevator doors slide shut behind him. I sigh dreamily and slide down the wall until I'm sitting in the hallway, staring at closed elevator doors.
"Just friends, huh?" I jump at Jake's unexpected voice. His eyebrows are pulled up questioningly and his arms are crossed over his chest as he leans against his doorframe.
I glare at him and pull myself off the floor, dusting off my sweats. "Spying, much?" I accuse. He rolls his eyes.
"Whatever Babe," he points his finger at me. "You got it bad."
"I do not!" I lie and stomp my foot.
"Do too."
"Do not!"
"Um, do too." he insists. "Don't sweat it, chicka. I got your back. You ever need someone to rough him up a bit…" he trails off expectantly.
"I'm fine Jake, thanks."
He raises his arms in surrender. "Hey, just putting it out there." He smiles jokingly. "Anyway, you should hit the sack. You look like death." He laughs and slams his door shut.
Fuck. I think and race back into the apartment looking for a mirror. I head to the bathroom and nearly shit my pants when I look at my reflection. My hair is puffy and sticking up in all direction, and I have black circles running under my eyes. Well if this didn't send him running, nothing will, I think bitterly. I shut off the lights grumpily and slide under my sheet, trying to get to sleep before the light streams through the windows and makes it impossible.
I'm at that perfect state- the one where you're not quite awake, but not quite asleep. Edward and I are having a picnic in a deserted park. It's warm and the flowers are blooming. We're eating tuna and potato salad, and watching the sunset along the horizon. There's Rocky Road in the cooler too, if I'm not mistaken. Edward's lips are moving, but the dream me just smiles, not quite sure what he's saying. Dream me gets impatient with him and pulls him in for a steamy kiss. Things are getting heated, and dream me starts undoing the buttons on Edward's shirt. He pushes it off of himself and turns to dream me, his eyes burning with-
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brother's can't deny,
When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face, you get sprung!
Dream Edward pulls his shirt back on and kisses my cheek as he slowly fades away. Dream me grabs for him, but comes up empty and alone on a checkered blanket in the park.
"No, no, no!" I mumble and thrash around in my bed. I squint as the light comes through the window and hits me in the eye. Nine fucking thirty? Who the hell is calling me at nine fucking thirty on fucking Sunday morning?
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brother's can't deny,
I scream and throw the covers off me, grabbing my phone. "Motherfucking what!" I yell into the phone.
"Bella?" Alice sobs on the other end. Well jeeze, now don't I feel like a bitch.
"Hey, Ali. I'm sorry-"
"Bella," she cuts me off, her voice breaking.
"Babe, what's wrong?" I ask, concernedly and jump out of bed. I search for an outfit to wear as she continues to sob on the other end. "Alice, I'm not a mind reader. You have to tell me what happened." I slip on a long sleeve and deem my sweat-pants worthy of public. "Do you need me to come to you? Where are you? At home?" I slip on my old converse and wait for her to calm down.
"We're at the hospital, Bella." She cries. "Please, we need you! He needs you!"
"Ali, babe. What happened? Why are you at the hospital?" I ask, my panic rising. "Alice!" I yell. "Is everyone okay?"
"There was an accident, Bella!" she sobs. "It's Edward," I stop halfway to the door and nearly drop the phone.
"What?" I ask, hoping I heard wrong. "Alice, what did you say?"
"Edward!" she cries, "He-he-"
"Alice, where are you?" I try not to panic, but I can hear the fear in my voice. Please, just let him be okay. "Alice!"
"The hospital- the one by Angeie's Café."
"I'll be there soon, Ali." I tell her confidently, wiping my eyes and searching for the keys to PORN. Shit, I don't have a car. "I'll be there." My voice breaks and I hang up before I completely lose it.
I slam the door behind me. "Jake!" I pound on his door desperately. "Jake, please." I beg. He answers the door in seats and an old shirt with a chicken wing hanging out of his mouth.
"Bella?" he drops the wing when he sees me. "Are you alright?" he pulls me close to him.
"I need," I sniffle. "I need you to drive me to the hospital." He nods in acceptance and grabs his keys without asking questions.
"Come one." he pulls me toward the elevator after locking up. I huddle into his chest and let the sobs break free.
Please, just let him be okay.
AHHHHH! Cliffie! *Hides behind Robert Pattinson* Don't hurt me!
Okay, so this is the part where I grovel and beg for forgiveness for not updating in SOOOO long! What can I say? The holiday season got the best of me. On that note, I hope everyone had a great Christmas, or Chanukah, or Kwanzaa, or any other kind of celebration… consider this update a belated gift!
The first movie mentioned is The Bourne Identity, (Which I also do not own), and the second is Dinocroc VS Supergator (Yes, it's an actual movie) which I recommend if you are in the mood to laugh at horrible effects and bad acting.
So, anyone have thoughts or comments on this chappie? A lot has happened…
