Chapter 8
EPOV
I think I knew all along, I was drawn to her from the beginning. It started the day she tripped in front of me in the cafeteria. I felt a twinge to protect her; to tell the observers to stop laughing, help her off the floor and retrieve her things. If Alive wouldn't've beaten me to it, I would have.
Her fingers hovered over the keys, lightly grazing them as she passed her hand from right to left. "You can play something, the keys don't bite." I pulled my left hand out of my pocket and a quick tune that was sure to get her going. Pure acceptance and joy was all over her face before the tune fell silent. To my surprise and complete satisfaction her fingers moved across the keys swiftly, like her and the piano were one. She had never played on a piano before, yet it was like she had been doing it her whole life.
Her eyes slide closed for more than a mere blink and I envisioned her playing in a symphony: The crowd teary and somber as she spilled her emotions out for everyone to experience it with her. When her eyes opened she was met with my admiring stare. Instantly she missed the beat and the melody turned to quiet thumbing of the keys.
"No, no why did you stop?" I before my brain could form a coherent thought. Her cheeks turned to luscious red and she looked down at her lap. She continued to tell me what I already knew and I wanted her to feel comfortable around me. "I'll play something if it will make you feel better." I had the perfect song in mind.
She nodded her head and I told her that the song I was going to play was for someone special to me. This was going to be the breaker, she either is or isn't my Marie and I was about to find out. I started to play Marie's lullaby; at first she seemed to be off in thought. When the tune picked up her gaze shot to mine.
So many things were said in that moment, so many silent words. Isabella Swan is most definitely my Marie. Her eyes said it in the way they glossed over and the way her expression seemed to go through so many emotions I couldn't keep up with them.
Then she asked me to stop. She said if it was meant for someone special to me then I probably shouldn't play it; then she asked me to take her home. I decided I didn't want to overload her in her moment of recognition, she seemed so on edge and I wasn't going to be the person to push her over. So I took her home.
The drive was quiet, I opened my mouth a few times to tell her; to say Bella, I'm your M but I couldn't do it. I haven't treated her badly but I've ignored her and laughed along with the others. I'm usually very confident when it comes to woman, but with Bella it's different. With Tanya I was myself, because it was good enough and she accepted me for what I was. When I'm with Bella, I want to be something better.
I didn't say anything because I didn't want to scare her away, who knows what she really thinks about me. Maybe the time between now and when we are to meet she will calm down and still come. She didn't take her eyes off the trees flying by us as I drove her home; everyone knew where chief Swan lived so I didn't have to ask her for directions.
When I pulled up to the drive she didn't budge but continued to look out the window. "This is your house isn't it?" I asked to pull her out of her trance.
"Oh, yeah," she unbuckled her belt and I reached back to grab her bag from the backseat and when I turned to face her she was right there. I think she was going for her bag too. She didn't move but I saw her eyes watching my lips as they parted. Her breath was so sweet, so warm I wanted to be closer, to have her as my own so I could be this close; even closer anytime I wanted. "Sorry," she choked out and I wished she wouldn't've said anything at all.
"Yeah, sorry, here's your bag."
When Bella got out of the car I had a feeling she wasn't going to come see me. I decided to send her an IM asking her if we were still meeting at 6. I watched her on her porch as she jumped and reached in her pocket and pulled out her phone: Definitely my Bella.
I started towards the Newton's store, when I got her IM I almost swerved into oncoming traffic I was so happy she was still going to meet me. I parked at the Newton's and walked to the sitting park across the street. I sat on the bench, sat on the edge of the water fountain, I even sat on the curb; but I could not stop worrying about what her reaction was going to be.
She sent me a message saying she knew me and that she hoped I wouldn't be disappointed. So obviously she figured it out when I played her lullaby, but she was still coming.
When 5:45 rolled around I started to pace, back and forth back and forth between the benches and the water fountain. What could I say to get her to at least give us a try? I've changed over the summer and in the last month, and it's all been for her. I was ready to fight for this, I wanted it so badly I could feel it in my bones and they ached for the minutes to pass.
5:55 I looked down the street; nothing. Even though it wasn't 6 yet, I had a feeling she wasn't coming. I sat down on the bench and watched the water fall from the fish's mouth and into the bowl beneath it. I watched it for a while; reminiscing about the old days when I used to play here. The fountain was still the same, a little rusted, but the same.
My heart started to race and I could feel her close to me, my muscles all tensed to get up and go to her but I kept myself glued to the bench. I didn't want to freak her out; I wanted this to be easy for her. Whatever it takes to show her that I'm not like the way people portrayed me to be.
Then, just like that, the feeling was gone. I got up off the bench the moment it dissipated and darted to the entrance. A black hoodie and black jeans was walking away from me. "Hey, you vamplvr?"
I watched as she froze in place, she was leaving me. She wasn't going to give us the chance. My heart felt like it broke a little as my mind ran that thought through my head. The worst scenario didn't look to far from happening.
"Yes," she replied but didn't turn to look at me. She was avoiding me and I had to know if this was how it was going to be. I walked towards her and felt my body warming from the tips of my fingers and all the way into my center as I got next to her, it filled until I thought I was going to burst with the emotions I was feeling. Longing, love, respect; I wanted to give it all to her.
She looked away from me, her head down and her hands in the front pocket of her hoodie. "Can you look at me?" I had to know why we couldn't just be M&M and Marie; why did it matter. We were meant to be I can feel it.
"If you like disappointment," she was crying, and she thought I was going to be disappointed. I almost did a happy dance right there, but it probably would've been inappropriate.
I reminded her that I told her she could be anyone and it wouldn't matter, but I realized I would've been lost if it were anyone else but her. When I told her that she finally looked at me and I saw the tears that I knew would be there.
It pained me to see it, to see that I made her shed those tears. I reached up without thinking twice and wiped the tear form under her eye with my thumb. As soon as my hand touched her she leaned into it slightly, a silent acceptance that nearly made me shed tears of my own.
I positioned myself in front of her putting my other hand up to her face and she still looked so sad. I smiled to let her know that this was what I wanted, nothing could compare to this. Her eyes light up a little and I leaned towards her to kiss her tear stained cheek. I kissed the other and pulled away slightly to see her reaction. It was confusion, "I was hoping it was you and if it wasn't then I don't know what I would have done."
Before she could answer I made my move, I had to do it before she could thing of reasons why this wasn't a good idea. I removed my hands from her face to wrap my arms around her to bring her closer to me. I brushed her hood off her head on my way around; she felt wonderful against me: Like I was molded around her.
She licked her, begging me to seal the deal and I chuckled at how very sexy that was. When out lips met I took a deep breath of her through my nose, which only further intensified the emotions coursing through me in that moment. My whole body screamed to me to never stop, to never let her lips leave my own. To keep her close to me forever and always because I couldn't be complete without her now.
Thinking of that I crushed her closer to me, willing her with my soul to never leave me; I was hers and she could do with me what she will. She reacted to our closeness differently than I expected, but much better than I could've imagined. Her arms that were resting on my shoulders tightened and her hand wound in my hair. How she knew that I liked that I couldn't say but it spiked my excitement to it's peak. I had to calm myself; this was new and breakable, I had to be extra careful. So I kissed her a few more times before I pulled completely away.
Her eyes stayed shut for a fraction of a second and I studied every angle of her stunning face. Every bone, every blemish, every scare, wrinkle, whatever I studied and captured it in my mind because she is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on.
I know I didn't go past Bella's part but the next chapter should be up before long.
My computer crashed last night but thankfully all of my files were recovered yay....I really seriously was going to cry.
I hope you like my version of Edward....M&Mward.
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