Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Or New Moon. Or Eclipse. Or Breaking Dawn. It sucks, I know, so stop rubbing it in. Lol.
Gienger
EPOV:
I drove to the same corner where Rosalie told me to pick up Bella yesterday.
I already let Rosalie know that I was taking Bella to practice again. During the car ride I was going to ask Bella out on a date. I was a little nervous. My hands were sweating and they were shaking a little.
I saw Bella as she rounded the corner. She was looking down at her feet and her shoulders were hunched over. She looked up at me and my heart broke at the sight. Her eyes were so lifeless and empty. She didn't look that shocked to see me, she didn't look like she had much of an expression at all.
She came up to the passenger door and without a word she opened it and sat down in the seat. She closed the door and stared out the windshield.
I didn't want to bother her, so I just started to drive into the direction of her gym.
I drove for about 10 minutes until I couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Bella, what's the matter?" I turned towards her to make sure she was listening to me.
"Don't take your eyes off the road." She said in a monotonous tone, never moving her gaze from the windshield.
"No, not until you tell me what's wrong." I said firmly.
"Nothing's the matter, okay?" She said and turned towards me, flashing me a small, fake smile. I knew she was lying. She was like stone. Even when she smiled, she still had an empty expression.
She turned back to the windshield. I turned forward as well.
We didn't talk to each other for the rest of the ride to her gym. I parked and she jumped out of the car and ran inside of the gym. I sighed and got out of the car slowly. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to think of what happened to cause her to act like this. I also thought of how my plans to ask Bella on a date failed miserably. Needless to say, I was a little miffed.
I walked into the gym and sat in the lobby once again. Luckily, there were no reporters or journalists. There wasn't anybody there period, which was a little odd. But I didn't care; I was free to just sit there in the quiet, watching my beautiful Bella.
As Bella was warming up, I realized that I was so caught up with Bella that I forgot entirely about the new song that I was writing. I had to have it done by Friday night in time for the concert. Aw, man, the concert is in Cali. I'm going to have to leave tomorrow morning. This sucks, why didn't I think of this before?
This is just great, now I won't be able to ask Bella on a date. Damn, this The Best of Edward Cullen Tour. I also have to tell Bella that I have to go back to California since that's where I live when I'm not visiting my family in Florida. Gosh, Bella really knows how to make a guy forget everything but his name. That's going to kill me.
BPOV:
I wonder why Edward thought something was the matter. I mean, I felt perfectly fine, except for a small headache. I took 2 Advil before I left the house, so it should be gone soon.
We were all stretching on the big, blue floor. Rose wasn't here today, because she apparently was sick. I felt bad for her, we had a major competition in two days and she won't be able to get any practice in until we actually start the competition. She is amazing though, so I doubt she will need the extra practice, unlike me.
I thought about what had happened earlier today with my mother. I was really happy that I got to help her out. Maybe she will finally recognize my talent in gymnastics.
I smiled softly and immersed myself in my passion.
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"No! That's wrong. You need to glide out of the trick. You can't just do the trick and expect to stop right then. That's why you keep getting ripped off the bar. Get up there and do it again, this time, try to actually finish your trick." Mike said exasperated. "I don't understand why you keep doing this. The IG Classic is in two days and tomorrow you won't even get to practice because you will be travelling to San Francisco. You had this trick down and ready to teach other kids and now you're acting like you've never done it before."
"Make sure he doesn't throw a box (Not sure how to describe it, just know it's not an actual box, more like a spring board without the springs) at you, like he did to Brooke when she was younger." Andrea said with a serious face, then her and the girls around her all cracked up.
I looked up at Mike and even he cracked a smile, considering he was a little pissed off at me.
"Hey, in my defense, she wasn't doing her full pirouette on the high bar like she was supposed to. I needed to get her to do it somehow." He joked.
"Hey, you left a bruise the size of Texas on my leg for three weeks!" I heard Brooke shout from behind Mike, startling him.
"You should've done what I told you." He said, shrugging his shoulders.
"I crashed the day before on that same skill, and I was more than a little nervous to perform said skill." She put her hands on her hips. Man, this is taking a large chunk out of my workout.
"Well…there's no use crying over spilled milk. What's done is done and I'm a lot nicer now. Give me a break. I did say sorry afterwards." Mike finally relented.
"Yeah, after my mom threatened to sue." She chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah," He mumbled. "Alright, get back to work ladies." And with that I continued to screw up my gienger.
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I walked out of the gym with a saddened expression. I knew that I was sad. I had screwed up royally in practice today. I don't know why, but I just didn't feel into it tonight. I felt like it was kind of useless to practice. It was a strange feeling. I let it go and walked into the lobby where I found Edward waiting. He was smiling brightly, but he had worry clouding his eyes.
I didn't want to bother him, so I just smiled back and headed out towards the front door of the gym. I headed out the car and sat in the passenger side. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes while sighing. I heard Edward slam the car door shut. He started the car and drove off.
RPOV:
I sat in bed with a stuffy nose, fever, and a huge headache. Why did I have to get sick right before the IG Classic? It's going to suck flying in a plane with all this sinus pressure and competing on top of that? I felt like I was going to pass out at just the thought of it. There is no way I will be healthy enough to compete.
I sighed dejectedly and looked around my room. My mother had told me that I wasn't allowed to leave my bed all day. I had been stuck in this bed for 4 hours now and it was pure torture. I couldn't even call Emmett. I swear, my mother can go overboard with taking care of Jasper and I sometimes, but I love her to death.
She's always there for Jazz and I. I don't know what I'd do without her, she's my lifeline.
I sneezed loudly and it echoed through the silent room. I was starting to feel really tired again so I snuggled under my covers squeezed the teddy bear Emmett gave me for our 10 month anniversary last year and drifted off into dreams of the IG Classic.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. Review and tell me what you think. Oh, on my fictionpress profile I wrote little short story/poem called Darkness ya'll should read it. I think it's really good, not trying to toot my own horn or anything, but I am really proud of it and I really want to see what ya'll think about it, so please read it, there's a link to my fictionpress on my profile!
Special thanks to my beta, TheBetafish.
-Jenn
