Chapter Eight
Bright sun was shinning onto the foil nylon balloons and reflecting straight into my eyes. My hand shot up to shield my eyes from the glare. I sighed as I shifted my weight back and forth on my borrowed metallic bronze sandal heels and looked at the Queen Anne.
Rosalie sucked on her teeth in annoyance next to me. "Why the fuck am I here again?"
I sighed, "Because Alice invited you."
She pushed her favorite brown tinted gold trimmed heart-shaped sunglasses up into her blonde hair as she groaned, "But she's your friend. I don't even like this bitch."
As I smoothed out the skirt of her mid-thigh coral colored sundress I worked my magic, "But you like me." The look on her face told me that she wasn't having that bullshit as her lips pursed and eyebrows rose. "Okay fine," I caved. "But look, Esme is this Food Network junkie so I can guarantee, without a doubt, there is a ton of amazing food in there. Plus we can dominate in those stupid baby shower games and make these yuppie bitches cry."
"This food, you speak about. On a scale?" Rosalie asked.
I saw my opportunity to close the sale, "Oh my God, definitely a 9.25. It would have been even higher if it wasn't for the-"
"Russian judge?" She finished.
I nodded, "Exactly. But you how they are sticklers in judging." Continuing in my horrible Russian accent, "Perfection or nothing! But also maybe vodka . . . Oh wait, I already said perfection."
A smile broke through her face regretfully, "Ugh, fine. Only for food."
"Thank you," I smiled back. I shifted my brightly colored zoo animal themed wrapped gift from one hip to the other before lightly tugging on the end of Rosalie's side braid. "Be nice."
I turned back towards the Queen Anne and moved my legs up the driveway. I could hear Rosalie taking a swipe at the shiny balloons attached to the mailbox before groaning loudly and following me to the front door.
The doorbell's chimes echoed from behind the door after I pressed the small button. Two seconds later, a very pregnant Alice, now eight and a half months, is answering the door barefoot in an empire waited bright cerulean blue tribal patterned sundress. "Oh thank God! I can't keep making small talk to all of my Mom's stuck up friends or I will be forced to commit mass pregnant homicide," Alice rambled as she saw us.
"Hey prego," I laughed as I moved into the foyer from outside.
Rosalie stepped inside next to me, "Hey Alice." She reached into her small cross body purse and pulled out a ratty pink rattle and held it out to Alice. "I got you a rattle. I didn't have time to wrap it."
Alice grabbed the toy and shook it with a smile politely plastered on her face, "Aw, thank you Rosalie. This is really thoughtful. Was it a family heirloom?"
"Sure," Rosalie shrugged.
Alice slowly nodded her head awkwardly for a few seconds before continuing, "Well I'm so glad that you guys are here finally. Come on, I'll show you were you can put that gift Bella and where the food is. I hope you're hungry because . . . " She turned around and started to waddle down the hallways while still talking.
As we followed her I whispered to Rosalie, "Where did the rattle really come from?"
"Some baby dropped it at the gas station this morning," she whispered back.
I shook my head, "You stole from a baby?"
"Technically, it was more of a finders-keepers situation."
I chuckled as we crossed into the giant living room at the back of the house that was filled with a bunch of high class looking ladies standing around talking, eating, and mostly drinking. Non-gender specific baby shower decorations were everywhere. It was like the baby shower section of the party store exploded in here, multiple times.
In the kitchen, next to the large living room there, was food on every surface available. Once Rosalie's eyes connected with the food Mecca she was off. I continued in following Alice towards the giant pile of presents accumulated in the far corner. "You know you don't have to keep that rattle," I told her as I put down the wrapped box of diapers I got her.
"Oh, I know," Alice, laughed. "But I want to. I think it's cute. It has a history."
I shook my head, "You're a better person than I am. That's for sure." Before Alice could start to protest like I knew she would I asked, "Where's young Jasper this fine day?"
"He couldn't get off work. But he'll be here before the shower is over," she answered.
"BELLA!" I heard being yelled at me before being pulled into a hug from behind. "It's so glad to see you my dear!"
The arms around me were small and there was a glass of white wine in one. I smiled, "Esme. How's the hottest Grandma in Forks?"
Esme laughed, "Oh, you're the worst! I love it. We must have you over for dinner. When was the last time we had you over?"
"Last night," I chuckled.
She giggled before releasing me a looking me up and down, "That's right. Oh you look so darling! Give me a little twirl."
Alice glared at her mom, "You don't have to do that Bella."
"Yes you do Bella! Don't listen to Alley Cat," Esme insisted before taking hold of my hand and positioning it above my head. I gave her a few twirls. The skirt of my dark blue dress flew up slightly around me as I twirled. When I stopped I adjusted the halter spaghetti straps and the fitted top of the cotton dress. "Where did you get that dress Bella?"
"From your closet," I laughed.
"Oh, you look ten times better than I ever will in that dress. Congratulations! It's now officially yours," she gushed.
I shook my head, "Esme you can't keep on doing this! I'm running out of closet space."
She just waved it off, "Well then I'll just have to start buying you those coat hanger thingies that collapse. Alley, you know what I'm taking about! They're on the QVC all the time."
"Yeah, Mom. I know what you mean," Alice sighed.
Esme's name was being called from across the room. "Well duty calls." She pointed at me and made me promise to say goodbye before I left and to go get some food because she's made way too much.
As she worked her way away from us I turned back to Alice and whistled, "Momma's kind of drunk."
Alice sighed, "Yeah. Well, this is her seventeen-year-old daughter's baby shower so I can't be really mad at her. Plus she's going through it alone without my father. It's all just too much for her sometimes. So she's dealing with it the only way she knows."
I nodded as Esme called over to Alice to talk to somebody. I decided to take Rosalie's lead and head over for some food. My plate was overfilling even before I made it halfway around the kitchen. I looked up as I scooped out something called and saw Rosalie in the dinning room through the kitchen door eating and talking to Edward. My stomach jumped a bit at the sight of him. Taking a deep breath I take my plate and head over to them.
Rosalie made contact with me as I walked into the room. "Bee! You were so right about this food. Banging beyond belief! Look who I found as he was trying to sneak upstairs." She poked Edward in the cheek for emphasis. "This guy!"
As I sat down across from her and next to Edward, who was sitting at the head, I was surprised to see that he didn't smack his hand away like he usually would. In fact, he looked miserable. His eyes latched onto mine for a few seconds before looking away awkwardly. I took a breath then looked back over to Rosalie who was continuing on obviously to the tension between Edward and I. Or maybe she's just use to it since its been evident whenever we've been around each other for the past four months, ever since the night I told him the truth. "Yeah, we were just catching up. I haven't seen this guy since graduation last month," Rosalie babbled. "I mean you didn't even come out with us that night to the beach for the bonfire."
"I wanted to," Edward unenthusiastically answered. "Our family dinner party went longer than expected."
Rosalie nodded, "Oh, yeah sure. Did you ever decide what you're doing for college yet?"
Edward nodded, "I'm going to commute to that small community college in Port Angeles for a while then transfer to UDub once I'm ready."
He didn't have to even look at me for me to understand that the only reason he's going to Peninsula College is to be close to Liz. He had great grades; he could have just gone straight to Seattle. "That's what Bella is doing," Rosalie spoke for me. "Sasquatch is going to Dub too, so you guys will know somebody once you get there."
I remained silent as I ate my food. Edward just nodded his head at the new information obviously somewhere else in his mind, "That's cool. You still doing the year off?"
Rosalie talked as she chewed her last fork full of food, "Yeah. I don't know what the hell I want to do with my life. But I do know that I won't figure it out just from sitting in a classroom all day." Noticing that she ate all of the food on her plate she gave us a quick, "I'll be back" before shooting up from the table and going back into the kitchen leaving Edward and I alone.
Now, since that night my and Edward's relationship hasn't been exactly as close as it was. We can make polite chitchat whenever were around each other since we share some same friends and we were lab partners. But everything is just awkward. Every time that I look at him I can see his disappointment in me that I haven't told Alice. I mean the baby is due in less than a month now and every time I've come close to the truth I just bail. Alice has become one of my closet friends, I don't want her to forever look at me as the person that ruined her life, even though I am.
I'd like to think that if I ever told her that Edward and I could go back to at least being friends, but I don't know. Maybe even if I told the truth he would still want nothing to do with me since he knows how evil I really am now. I just know that Alice would, that's what's holding me back from telling her. I've already lost one best friend; I don't need to lose another.
But as I looked at him now there was something really off about his appearance. He did look miserable, even slightly twitchy, but it was beyond that. He looked almost physically ill. "What's wrong?" I blurted out from concern without a second thought.
Edward took a giant breath of air before his eyes made contact with mine for what felt like the first time in eons. I could feel that awkward tension built wall seem to lift magically as he spoke like he was talking in code, "I was in Port Angeles to avoid the baby shower. And it was a . . . bad day."
My eyes widened in understanding, "Christ."
He head nodded agreement. "They didn't warn me this time. So I wasn't ready when I walked in to have my own mother not recognize me."
In my mind I searched for words to say, I tried a bunch of combinations as I took in his face. The anger and pain were radiating from his eyes. Everything that I thought of to say was just, frankly, shit. I mean I could say the usual bland 'I'm sorry' that doesn't actually make the person you're saying it to feel better. I can't sympathize. Sure I have my own parental issues, who doesn't, but at least they can recognize me all the time. There's just nothing I could say to help the situation.
So, for once in my life, I kept my mouth shut.
Edward jumped slightly when I placed my hand on top of his. But he didn't pull his hand away like I half expected.
This is the most physical contact that we've had in months. I almost forgot about the little hum that my skin would produce wherever we touched. I forgot how terrified it made me. I forgot how nice it could feel at the same time.
His other cold pale hand fell on top of mine and gave a hearty squeeze. "Thank you," he whispered.
The sound of the front door slamming shut broke us apart with a jolt. Loud footsteps echoed from the hallway as the new houseguest arrived. My head unconsciously turned to see who is in the hallway as they pass by the opening to the dinning room.
Jasper's eyes land on mine, as he's strutting pass. His footsteps stammered then stopped in the entryway. A few odd seconds passed as we each wondered what to do, hoping that the other would do something first. Our typical dance as of late.
He raised his right hand only by the elbow in a small uncomfortable wave as he gave a short nod of his head in greeting, "Isabella."
I gave a nod back, "Jasper."
He doesn't bother with any polite small talk and I'm kind of grateful. We're currently at his baby shower when, at this time last year, we were in a romantic relationship. I didn't want to talk to him. I wouldn't have even come if Alice didn't beg. Jasper gave another nod of greeting towards Edward before continuing down the hallway to the main party in the living room.
"Holy shit. Well that was as awkward as walking in on your grandmother masturbating. Maybe even more so," Rosalie bluntly put it as she wondered back into the dinning room from her watching post in the archway once Jasper disappeared from sight. Her plate full once again.
My face contorted into a grimace as I turned my body fully back towards the table, "We. Images."
Rosalie snorted as she sat back down. "Please. Nana Swan lives in a nursing home. There's no need for her to give herself a 'hand'."
I shook my head, "I'm going to regret this. I know I'm going to regret this. But why?"
"Nursing homes are senior sex houses," she answered through a mouthful of tandoori chicken skewers. "Studies show that the number of STD reports in senior homes, and the elderly in general, are exploding. And they're not getting them from feeding those cute little duckies at the pond."
Edward and I wore very similar expressions of disgust as Esme comes stumbling into the dinning room while still magically keeping her wine glass steady and slurring, "Girls! We're about to start- Oh Ducky! You're here, great. That means I can finally introduce you to Mrs. Denali. All of her girls are here and they're dying to meet you!"
Edward's face and voice turned sour, "Actually it's been a long day Aunt Esme. I'm going to go upstairs."
"Don't be ridiculous Edward," Esme's tone became stern as she walks over and grabs his wrist with her hand not holding her glass. "They are our guests. We must be good hosts. That's just how it's done. Now come on and meet these lovely girls."
His miserably angry gaze met mine as he stood up and let Esme pull him out of the dinning room. Rosalie let out a sigh whilst blowing a raspberry with her lips, "Christ. So every family is fucked up, huh?"
"You don't know the half of it," I sighed as I thought about Liz and the look on Edward's face as he told me that today he was a stranger to his mother.
"Here comes the plane, bitch!" Rosalie cackled while trying to shove a large spoon of mushy orange baby food in my face.
I smacked her hand away. "What the fu-" she cut me off by sticking the spoon into my mouth. "Oh my God," I gagged through my disgust.
Rosalie, the asshole that she is, was tearing up with laughter at me as I jumped up and down trying not to swallow. A loud squeak of regency came from my closed mouth while I looked around for a napkin.
My eye caught some society women who were chatting a few feet away. I lunged forward, closing the distance, before grabbing the wine glass and napkin from one of the skinny blonde ladies' hand. I then, very unladylike, spat the contents of my mouth into the napkin in my left hand as I held the appalled lady's Chardonnay in my right.
Even with all of the mush out of my mouth the taste still lingered. If I weren't so desperate to be rid of the taste then I wouldn't have taken a giant gulp of the Chardonnay and swished it around my mouth before swallowing. But I was. Once the wine was down my throat and I caught my breath I was met with the disgusted stares of the two classy women in front of me. "Hello. Sorry about that. Taste bud emergency," I stammered mindlessly.
The looks on their faces didn't move an inch. I then slowly nodded, "Well then . . . thank you for the napkin." I started to walk away but then turned back abruptly and pushed the wine glass back into the very white hand of the one blonde woman. "Here's your wine back. Excellent choice. Like my mother always says, 'You can never go wrong with a nice Char.'" I started to laugh an uncomfortable forced laugh. These women kept as still as the Queen's guard. My weird laughter stopped dead in my throat and uncomfortable silence engrossed the situation for endless moments. I then quickly turned my back away and speed walked away from the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Rosalie was doubled over in laughter until I grabbed her bicep with my free hand and pulled her to the other side of the room, as far away from those women as possible. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," I chanted repeatedly as I dragged.
"That was the best moment of my life. Totally made this baby shower worth it. Nothing is going to top that," Rosalie announced once her laughter dies out. We stopped at the corner of the farthest wall away from our previous position.
My death glare radiated as I scoffed, "Glad I can be of entertainment." I took a look at the cocktail napkin still in my hand and groaned a long, "Ewww," before dumping it on the giant arched bay window still behind us. "What the hell was that anyway? It tasted like week old throw up that got strained through Emmett's old gym socks."
She chuckled, "It was sweet potato apricot baby food."
"We seriously feed babies this shit?" I questioned.
"It must be the universal secret revenge for enduring labor."
I nodded, "Seems logical."
Esme's loud voice then echoed throughout the room announcing that it was time for presents. Rosalie and I stayed where we were as all the attendees gathered around Alice and Jasper seated in front of the mountain presents in the other corner of our wall. I caught a glance of Edward standing by French doors leading into the backyard near where the Baby Food Disaster of 2011 just occurred. Three girls stood around him that were engaging him in conversation. They all looked around our age. The oldest looking one was wearing thick-rimmed glasses while sipping from a wine glass and looking bored at the conversation. She had an untamed mass of curly pale blonde hair on her head while the youngest looking one in front of her had the same shade of pale blonde in a pin straight style. The other girl had curly hair like the oldest girl but it was more tamed and strawberry blonde. She looked like she was hanging on to every word Edward was saying with intense interest as she leaned her body closer to his.
I hated that ginger bitch.
Edward's eyes met mine from across the room with a face that could only mean help. I made large waving gesture acting like I had something really important to tell him. He returned his attention back to his companions and spoke again motioning to me before pulling himself away with a grateful expression on his face.
But before he could get far Esme called everyone's attention back towards the center as Alice and Jasper began unwrapping the gifts. Edward was then stuck by the French doors on the other side of the room unless he wanted to endure the wrath of drunk Esme by crossing through the gift opening circle, the only way to get to me with the couch blocking the other.
Alice and Jasper slowly opened present after present, unwrapping toys, basic supplies, and heaps of small super adorable clothes. The parents-to-be were laughing and smiling gift after gift. They kept on shooting each other these quick loving glances that made me feel . . . weird, almost sick. And not from jealousy, because believe me I sure as hell do not want to be the one having Jasper's baby. All of this baby stuff is making it real. The worst part for me is that they seem happy. This pulls me into this horrible glance of happiness of my own. Like maybe what I did wasn't so bad if its brought this much happiness to them.
But I'm not naïve. All I have to do is keep reminding myself that there aren't just two people in that baby making tango and the happiness has vanished as quickly as it came. Then the guilt reigns supreme once more.
Still, the realness of the situation is setting in around me. They're going to have a baby, a fucking baby. I mean there's no way I could see myself having a baby right now. They're lives weren't going to be the same ever again. All because of me. Even the happiness they're feeling right now is a lie. Now I like to think of myself as a realist and chances are they're not going to live happily ever after. In my mind, the best-case scenario is they get married in a few years, only to get divorced from resentment when the wee one will get fucked up. But they'll only resent each other and not the person they should be resenting. Me.
"Hey, Bella, are you alright?" Rosalie whispered in my ear. I could feel her hand
On my shoulder.
Not taking my eyes off of the happy couple I cleared my throat before answering, "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because your starting to breathe really fast and shallow, like you're about to hyperventilate."
I just shook my head at her hoping that she wouldn't push the issue.
Her voice was starting to sound panicked, "Okay, I really think that we should go outside for some air."
Shaking my head harder, I pushed off her arm from my shoulder. "I'm fine." I could feel my breathing get faster now that Rosalie mentioned it. But I didn't bother controlling it, I don't know if I could. All of a sudden I started to feel kind of hot.
"Bella, we are going outside. Now," she tried to sound stern but comforting at the same time but the panic in her voice was the most evident.
Her words just went in from one ear and out the other as my focus was still on Alice and Jasper. My throat was tightening. It felt like I was choking.
I could feel my heart beat grow louder and louder in my ears. My thoughts working in time with the beat.
My fault. My fault. My fault. My fault . . .
Jasper then smiled at Alice, this smile I've never seen, before placing his hand on her enlarged stomach and slowly rubbing it.
"It's all my fault," I whispered through my enclosing throat somehow.
Rosalie was in full on confusion mode now, "What are you talking about Bella? I think you're having a panic attack. We need to go outside, now."
"I got Alice pregnant!" I cried out loudly.
Every single face then turned to look at where the outburst came from. I ignored them and kept my eyes locked on Alice's as I pushed my way closer to her in the middle of the circle of people with Rosalie close on my heel. My breathing was still shallow and rapid. Hot tears were making there way down my cheeks as I choked out, "I'm so sorry Alice."
Alice's blue eyes look at me in confusion as she slowly stood up and wrapped her small hands around my upper arms holding my shaking frame in place.
"What are you talking about sweetie?" she asked in the nicest voice, like she was talking to a young child.
"I'm the reason you're pregnant."
She continued in the young child voice, "No, sweetie. You're not. We never had sex and you don't have a penis. Jasper got me pregnant"
I shook my head harder, "Technically yes. But I poked holes in the condom that Jasper use to keep in the truck."
Her grip on me loosened before she fully pulled her arms away and stepped backwards away from me. Her eyes were alive and wild with confusion. Her nice voice was replaced with mad and stern, "What are you talking about Bella?"
"At Mike's party back October just a few weeks after Jasper and I broke up," It all came pouring out of me. "I was really drunk and then the two of you came down the basement stairs looking so happy. Then he kissed you. I just fucking lost it. I left the party after I saw you. I was angry and heartbroken and drunk and jealous. I saw Jasper's truck parked outside. It was unlocked so I went into the truck looking for something to do to get back at him. I found the condom in the glove compartment and poked a bunch of holes in it was a needle from my purse before putting it back. I forgot about it the next day and didn't remember at all until I found you in the bathroom crying over a pregnancy test and you told me that it was Jasper's. I then felt this need to look out for you. I put a ticking baby making time bomb in place and it got used. I'm so sorry Alice. But our friendship is real, I promise you. It just started out through guilt. I just don't want the two of you going through your life only blaming each other for this. It's my fault."
Alice's face was frozen in shock. My breathing was growing ever more rapid as she dint say or do anything. My chest was tightening. I looked behind her at Jasper, who is normally so controlled in his emotions, look upon me in full red-faced rage. It was so quiet in the room besides my out of control breathing; I was waiting for a pin to drop.
I felt Rosalie close the space behind me as her arms wrapped around me and tried to pull me away, "Bella. We have to go outside. You're having a fucking panic attack. You need air." But I wouldn't budge.
Another pair of strong cold arms pulled me away from Rosalie's grasp and effectively pulled me away from the scene and out the French doors into the backyard. Once we were halfway across the yard and in the grass he stopped us. "Its okay, Bella. Just focus on me," Edward's voice was calm. He placed his elbows on my shoulders and cradled my face firmly into his hands. This forced my eyes to look into his as I grabbed onto his forearms to keep me steady. He kept his voice strong as he continued to say that everything was okay.
After a few moments the tightness in my chest and throat started to wear slightly. My grip on him loosened a bit. "That's good Bella," he continued. "Now just focus on your breathing. Deep breaths in and out, okay?"
Nodding the best that I could with his hands still in place I began breathing in slowly. After a few breaths I heard a commotion at the door, yelling to be exact. My breathing hitched in my throat. "Don't pay attention to that Bella," Edward continued. "Just keep breathing. In. . . Out. . . In . . ." I matched my breathing to his voice.
Slowly my body relaxed. Once my breathing was normal again and all of the tension gone from my body Edward whispered a soft, "Atta girl," before placing a real quick kiss on my forehead. I turned my face into his right palm and gave him a reciprocate thank you kiss in his hand before fully releasing my hold on his forearms. He then let go of my face and pulled away from me by a few inches.
I turned my attention back towards the house where the yelling was still occurring. Rosalie was holding back Jasper from just plain attacking me. Alice was screaming from behind them at Jasper, who was screaming at Rosalie, would was screaming at Jasper, who were all being screamed at by Esme at the door. I sighed before I yelled, "Let him go Rosalie."
She looked at be from behind her shoulder with sad eyes before moving away from Jasper. His stride was forcefully, which gave me a clue into the shit storm about to erupt towards me. Alice waddled after him as fast as she could. "What the fuck, Isabella?!" he growled at me when he was firmly planted in front of me. "I break up with you and you decided to fucking ruin my life?"
"Ruin your life?" Alice echoed from behind him as she caught up.
"Oh my God, Jasper!" I exploded. "Can you just, for fucking once in your life, call me Bella?! Christ. It was cute at first but now it's really annoying. And since we're no longer together I can finally fucking tell you that."
He shook his head, "You're such a fucking bitch! I'm so glad I dumped your ass. I mean what kind of person pokes holes in a condom? Somebody legitimately insane that's who. I should send get you condemned."
"Watch yourself," Edward warned him.
Jasper just ignored him. "You know what. This is all probably bullshit. I bet that you were the one that wanted to get pregnant so you poked the fucking holes before we broke up and are now playing it off as some drunken ploy just to not seem as crazy as you are."
I snorted, "Oh please. Believe me the last thing that I ever wanted was to have your baby. Now I get that you're angry. But don't you dare go and accuse me for bullshit that never happened. You can yell at me, but make it because of what I did. Not what you're diluting yourself into believing from your own hysterics."
"Okay, fine. You want me to yell at you for what you've caused?" Jasper was fuming, "I'm not going to college anymore. I'm working two jobs and already all of the money is going to the baby. I no longer have the future that I've planned. The one that you even fucking helped me plan. Does that make you happy?"
"Of course it doesn't. I may hate your guts but I never wanted to destroy your life."
"That's a little fucking hard to believe right now."
"I was angry and drunk. I wasn't thinking properly. Now I know that you know what's that like. You keyed up Charlie's police cruiser when he kicked you out after he caught you in my room after that party."
"This is completely on another fucking spectrum! All the chief had to do was sand down his car. You can't just sand away a baby."
I took a giant breath in before I started hyperventilating once more. "I understand that and I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back. But I can't." I switched my gaze to Alice before continuing, "So I've been trying my hardest to help you anyway that I can. I get that you're angry now but I still want to help. Even if you won't let me be apart of the baby's life anymore, I'll figure something out. I know that I can't completely fix what I've done. Just please don't cut me out completely. I love you, Alice. You're my best friend."
Alice moved closer pushing Jasper away and occupying the space he just was right in front of me. Her eyes were hard as she looked at me. Then, like a flash, her small hand makes contact with my cheek. The loud crack of the slap echoed around the backyard.
My cheek stung like a bitch.
I turned my head back straight and looked into Alice's gaze. "I deserved that. And about a thousand more in my opinion."
"That was for lying and completely changing my whole life," Alice said purposefully.
I simply nodded my head in understanding.
She let out a shaky breath before continuing; "I can't just forgive you right now."
"I wasn't asking for it," I stated.
Licking her lips she sighed, "I think you should go."
I didn't need to be told twice. Ducking my head, I maneuvered around Alice and Jasper and made my way across the lawn. Rosalie followed right next to me and we ventured back around the lawn and onto the street.
We silently started the walk back towards my house a few blocks away. Once we were back on my street Rosalie broke the silence, "Wow. That made a whole lot of fucking sense actually."
I didn't say anything as we walked a bit more.
"Remind me never to borrow a condom from you ever again."
I couldn't help myself. I laughed loudly because for the first time in months I felt
guilt free. I could almost float from the lightness. Abruptly stopping our movement, I wrapped my arms around my most loyal friend in the tightest hug I could manage.
Once we separated we kept our arms around one another's waists as we continued the walk home.
And of course Rosalie being herself. She had to go ruin our nice moment with, "What the hell did you mean calling her your best friend?"
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