(((I don't own Twilight, so you will not find any of my writing in there.)))
After Officer Benson left, Dad and Edward came in. Dad growled at Edward, but Edward refused to leave, so Dad sighed and sat beside me on the bed.
"Isabella?"
"Yes, Dad?"
"Are you hungry?" my stomach decided to rumble just then, "I'll take that as a yes," Dad said, then turned to Edward, "Why don't you go and get some good food?" Just then, Alice popped in with Wendy's in her hands.
"Hey! I thought Bella's stomach would me growling right now!"
"Thanks, Alice!' I opened the bag to find a cheese burger and fries, "What? No drink?" I joke.
"Nope! I got you a strawberry milkshake instead!" She brought a cup out from behind her back and handed it to me.
"You're a doll, Alice."
"I know!" she chirped and danced out of the room. I took a sip of the milkshake and smiled.
"Yummy!" That comment made Dad and Edward laugh.
"Isabella, are you ever serious?"
"Yes, when nobody needs to laugh," I say, I have a completely serious mask. Edward laughs again and moves to sit by the bed. Dad growls slightly and a glare at him; he's taken back by my glare and stops his growl to look at me.
"Are you… glaring… at me, Isabella?" he asked in disbelieve.
"Yeah, you can stop growling at Edward every time he does or says something!" I huff and look away, playing the stubborn child act. My Dad knows this act very well; I only do it when I really want something. And I do; I really want him to stop with the growling.
"I'm sorry, Isabella," he leans over and hugs me, I return the hug, but then he stands up, "I'm going to talk to Carlisle, not only have I not spoken to him for a while, but he's also you doctor." Dad smiled at me before walking out the door.
Edward moves over and sits on the bed by me, where my dad just was, "So what was with the act?"
"Uh… nothing?"
"Sure, it's nothing at all," he said, laughing.
"It's not!"
"Uhuh, what ever you say, Bella," I just huffed, making him laugh more, "So… why did you want your dad to stop growling at me?" Crap.
"Uh… I think I'll take a shower now…" I got up and started to walk to the bathroom. Edward got up, too, and stood in my way.
"Avoiding the subject, are we?"
"Yes. Now, if you excuse me, this human smells bad," he didn't move.
"'This human' smells delicious. But, if you feel that way, go take a shower. I'll just wait here," he moved and sat on my hospital bed. I went in the bathroom and turned on the water. I stripped and stepped in. I have a very embarrassing habit of singing in the shower. So it did just that…
I don't think the passenger seat
Has ever
looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count
the colors in his eyes
I'll never fall in love
He swears,
as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope
he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells
a joke, I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
And
I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to
argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has
his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie
He
looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't
a light go on
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so
long
And he sees everything in black and white
Never let nobody
see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
I
could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to
argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has
his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie
He
stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm
holding every breath for you
He'd never tell you
But he can
play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my
heart
First thought when I wake up is
My God, he's beautiful
So
I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle
Yes, I could
tell you
His favorite color's green
And he loves to argue
Oh,
and it kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's
eyes
And if you ask me if I love him...
And if you ask me if I
love him...
I'd lie
I knew Edward heard, for he was in the next room.
Not only that, I had no other clothes to put on. I wrapped the towel, which hid nothing, around myself. I poked my head and saw Edward, looking a bit dazed, still sitting on the bed, "Edward?"
He looked at me, "Why are you still in the bathroom?"
"I, uh, don't have any clothes," I blushed and looked down.
"Oh," he looked at embarrassed as I felt, "Uh… here,' he had two shirts on, so he took off the outer one and threw in to me.
"Thanks," I took the shirt and went back into the bathroom. I slid the shirt and found that it was a bit longer then the towel. Oh well. Seeing as I would not feel very covered with out them, I slid my underwear back on. It felt a little weird… oh wait; they're backwards! I blushed and turned them around.
I picked up the towel and went back out to Edward, who was still sitting on my bed. I sat down next to him and started towel drying my hair, which was a little painful because of my soreness.
"Need help?" Edward asked.
"No, I can get it," he didn't listen to me, instead he moved behind me. He took over the drying and I let my hands drop to my lap, seeing as they're not needed.
"Do you want me to French braid it?"
"Do you know how?"
"Yeah, I would braid my… birth mother's hair when she needed me too," I turned a bit to see his expression, he was staring off, into the past I suspect, but when he notices my stare, he smiles back at me.
"You don't have to if… if it might make you sad…" I trailed off; I don't want Edward to be sad. He smiles at me more.
"Silly Bella, now turn around," I do as he wishes and he starts to braid my hair. He was being very gentle with me; I could tell that much, and it felt like I was getting a massage. You might think it sounds weird, but the cold of his hands was soothing, especially when he hit a sore spot. "There, all done," he said, he removed his hands from my hair. I pouted slightly, but that changed into a smile before he could see.
"Thank you, Edward," I said, tuning around to hug him. Then the door opened and Alice slid in.
"Hey, Bella, I thought you could use these. They're Edward's," she threw a pair of sweat pants at me.
"Why Edward's?"
"To complete the look!" she giggled and danced out, leaving me blushing in at her comment.
"Uh… do you mind?" I asked Edward, gesturing at the pants he was holding.
"No, of course not," he handed me the pants and I walked into the bathroom again. When I exited, I found Dad and my uncles in there, talking to Edward, who looked very scared.
"What are you guys doing to him?" I asked; a bit frightened myself.
"Oh, nothing, honey, just talking," Uncle Caius said.
"Sure you are. Now, when can I go back to my house?" I didn't say home because it wasn't, it was just a house that we now own in Forks.
"Anytime you want to go," Dad said.
"Then lets go!" I said, everyone but Edward was looking at me funny… I looked down and realized what they were looking at me like that for. I'm in Edward's clothes, but they are comfy and smell good, so I kind of forgot about them. I blushed.
"Nice clothing choice," Uncle Markus remarked.
"What? I needed a shower, but I didn't realize I had no clothes till I was done, so Edward lent me his shirt," I defended.
"And the sweat pants?" he prodded.
"Alice threw them to us after Edward braided my hair."
"Oh, I was wondering who did that!" Edward looked like he would be tomato red if he could blush. I went over and sat next to him on the bed.
"Are you ready to go now, Isabella?" Uncle Caius asked, I nodded and they all stood. I must have been on some pain medication, because as soon as I stood, I fell, or I would have had Edward not been there.
"Maybe I should carry you?" Edward suggested, I herd three growls in the background, but I paid them no never-mind.
"No, no, I can walk," I said and tried to stand again. But, like the first time, I fell and Edward caught me, "Okay, maybe you should carry me," I sighed in defeat; I don't like feeling so helpless. Edward carried me out of my hospital room and over to the elevator.
"Bella?" Edward whispered in my ear.
"Yeah?" I whispered back.
"Did you ever pick up any food?"
"No…" shoot, I forgot about that.
"Maybe we can let your Uncles and Dad drive back alone and we go in the Volvo to pick up food?"
"But I can't walk?"
"Alice put a wheel chair in the trunk."
"…Okay, let's go," I agreed after thinking about it for a while.
"Then let's make sure it's fine with your dad," Edward said while smiling down at me. His smile widened a bit upon hearing my heart skip a beat. We made our way to my dad.
(((Sorry it took so long, my momma wanted to clean the kitchen, so I had to help!)))
