Chapter 9

The God's must owe me big time. First I get a job practically straight after I got fired, and mind you it is almost my dream job, six more months and I could apply for a promotion. Secondly and most importantly I have found a guy who seems almost perfect, who likes me quirks and all, and I mean that, I am far from perfect. Though the circumstances we met under may be the worst option on the board, it isn't working out terribly horrible. The thing that I can't seem to fathom is why. Why does he like me? Maybe he feels obligated to like me, to not disappoint me or maybe he is hoping that in the end he will like me too so he doesn't have to resort the divorce option. I don't know, maybe I'm just being pessimistic, not many good things have happened in my life, so when one does I automatically try to reason it out. God I need to start thinking positive! I will be arriving at Edward's soon. I don't actually know what is going to happen tonight, are we going to hang out? Or am I just going to pick up my truck and leave? I just woke up with a bad feeling this morning and I don't know what it could be. I rounded the corner and came face to face with my truck. He looked ok, still rustic looking. I walked up to the windows and peaked inside, still looked the same. No extra gear stick or flashy engine thingy sticking out but granted I don't know about cars so it could all be hidden for all I know.

"I promise I didn't modify your truck in any way possible." I jumped at the melodic voice behind me and turned to face the breath-taking face that owned that voice.

"Just, checking." I replied and blushed embarrassed that I'd been caught, it's not that I didn't trust Edward; I did, maybe just not with my truck.

"Rest assured that I still makes that loud grumbling backfire when started and still crawls along the road, I think people honked me for going so slow." He joked.

"Ha-Ha." My sarcasm shone through.

"So do you..." Edward started but was cut off by a loud boom. It sort of sounded like a laugh. A booming laugh, actually it kind of reminded me of,

"Emmett," I said glancing up the street and seeing my big brother and his blonde fiancée walking up the street, "Yes Edward I would love to hide from my brother." I fretted glancing up and down the street judging how much time I had to get away. My truck would be too noisy and I would probably trip on foot.

"My apartment would be best." I giggled as Edward said that then took my hand and dragged me into his apartment block.

"So forward Edward." He rolled his eyes at my comment. We went up stairs and stood at the window hiding behind the curtains watching Rose and Emmet pass, they did pause at the sight of my truck. Of course they knew it was mine, I've never seen a dumpier truck around, but Rose shrugged it off and kept walking. We laughed as Emmett did a whole 360 before he realised that Rose had walked to the next block without him and only then did he run to catch up. Crap, I'm going to have to think of a good story to dodge Rose's queries. Edward and I have not talked about coming out and telling our friends and family yet. Rosalie and Emmett's wedding is in 8 days time and seeing as we are both in the wedding party we may need to come to some sort of agreement about whether or not the couple in us will emerge. I backed away from the window laughter faltering, what do I do now? I was in Edward's apartment am I meant to leave? I don't want to, so I must brave it up.

"Wow, you have a really nice place." I noted twirling around the living room, but my eyes landed on the corner. "You have a grand piano!" Excitement growing as I ogled the spotlessly clean white grand piano in the corner of the room.

"I do." Edward said nonchalantly, yet pride seemed to glow in his eyes at the sight of the piano. "Can you play?" He then asked me as he took my hand and led me over to the bench and sat down next to me.

"Is chopsticks considered a song?" I asked, I have absolutely no musical talent within me.

Edward winced slightly at my comment but then chuckled, "No, it's not even close."

"Will you play for me?" I asked

"I'm not that good." He shrugged.

"Prove it." I challenged, I doubted very highly that he didn't know how to play extremely well. He sighed but he smiled so wide that it hit his eyes making them twinkle and I could see the happiness emit from him.

"This is kind of a new piece I've been working on," He stalled.

"Just play Cullen" I ordered and he laughed but leant over the keys and pressed down the first notes. The sweet melody filled the air, just single notes at first, slow and sweet. As the piece progressed the music got more intensely happy and a darker harmony contrasted with the happier melody. It was beautiful, filled with love and content. The song slowed and I began to realise that during the song I must have leant unconsciously into Edward. He didn't seem to mind but now I felt a little embarrassed and began to pull away but Edward wrapped his arm around me holding me there. I didn't mind.

"You play beautifully, I thought you said you were bad." I teased

"I lied." He said smugly.

"It was lovely, thank you for playing for me. I love the sound pianos make."

"Have you ever thought of playing?" He asked, but I laughed remembering the face Renee pulled when I ran out of the music studio after a stern woman tired to teach me at the age of 5.

"Mum tried to get me into lessons, but the lady teaching was, well frankly she was a bitch. I was 5, who show a 5 year old the cane?" I laughed remembering the dusted old wooden stick that sat in the corner. I don't think it had ever moved, but it scared the bejezuz out of me.

Edward chuckled, "I'm glad that you aren't scarred by that encounter."

"Yes, well this would have been a very bad experience for you." I laughed along with him.

Edward played for me twice more and on the third piece I had learnt the c chord and he even let me play it. It was now dark outside, but we were content to just sit on the piano bench and get to know each other and laugh. We did laugh, especially Edward at my lack of musical ability. I guess we all can't be prodigies.

The lights began to flicker every couple of minutes and then they fully shut off. Black out. Edward got up and peered out his window to see the whole city out. I decided to stay on the bench figuring that being in an unknown area and in the dark was not the best situation for me to be roaming around.

"I'm just going to take a stab in the dark" I paused and laughed at my own joke.

"Ba da dah." Edward did the classic drum rhythm that indicates a joke.

"I'm guessing we're in the midst of a blackout."

"I'll get candles." Edward said and I remained on the bench, it was still pitch black. I heard Edward walk away and return but light did not fill the room. I heard glass and something heavier placed on the wooden floor. Edward walked away again but this time he returned with the crack of the match and light filled the room. With the warm glow emitting a clear pathway for me to walk and not kill myself I got up off the bench and walked over to Edward who had positioned himself on his lounge room floor rug.

"What's this?" I asked looking at the bottle of wine, a couple of slices of bread, a block of cheese and chocolate chip mint ice cream.

"All my perishables, I can't just let them go off." He chuckled and poured me a glass of wine and plated me a cheese sandwich. "I know it's not dinner but."

I giggled at his nervousness and how on edge he is to impress me. "Edward it's lovely." He could have served me Brussels sprouts and I would've said the same thing, Edward in candle light is perfect.

"Aw, you're just saying that because you like me." He said.

I giggled, it was probably true.

We ate the sandwiches and I think I had drunken at least most of the wine, conversation with Edward was endless and we never ran into awkward silences but I felt like having a little fun.

"Edward," I said a little buzzed, "I think we should play a board game." I swayed and put the spoon with the ice cream on it in my mouth.

"I'll get one." Edward said as got off the floor and left the room I dug my spoon into the ice cream and started to lick the mint chocolaty goodness up.

"Scrabble?" I asked as Edward returned.

"Yes," He answered and set up the game, "You start." He said and I glanced at the letters. I had q g i h e b n.

"Begin." I said placing the letters on the board. Edward had his turn and in tune with the game mine followed after his. All the words were pretty mundane, like hat, star and ground. My Q had not moved from its place since the beginning of the game and was starting to peeve me. When I picked up a D I knew the perfect word.

"Qindar!" I announced proudly, but Edward laughed.

"Bella, the game of scrabble involves real words."

"It is a real word; it is a money account in Albania." I stuck it to him.

"I'm getting the dictionary. That was a really dumb move; everyone knows the letter Q is always followed by the letter u." Edward said.

"Isn't that a pick up line?" I asked and laughed falling on the empty bottle of wine knocking it over.

"M, S, oops too far, here Q. Holy Shit. It's in the dictionary!" Edward exclaimed, "Look!" He said thrusting the dictionary under my nose upside down.

"Edward I know it's a word, I invented it duh. Your turn."

Edward placed his pieces on the board, "Glurk." He announced.

"Dictionary." I ordered.

"Bella, it is a real word, I can't believe you don't know it." Edward scoffed.

"What's it mean?" I asked as I reached over him to grab it but I slipped on my skirt. I landed on my stomach on Edward's lap. Resting my elbows on the floor, dictionary in hand I tried to find the letter G.

"Glurk, to swallow fast." Edward said.

"That's bull, look." I pointed between glum and glut, where glurk would sit.

"I think I'm the winner Edward!" I announced heroically.

I heard Edward mumble something and I looked behind me to see a spoon sticking out of his mouth and him pouting. What a sore loser!

Time to change tactic, "Hey Edward, when you were a kid did you and your friends use to look up dirty words in the dictionary?"

The spoon cluttered to the floor and Edward slid me off his lap and lay down on the floor next to me.

"Yep." He chuckled. That's what we did; we looked up dirty words in the dictionary, starting off with sex. We laughed like school kids as we read the definitions of the words. After looking up the word but and finding no dirty meaning I was starting to lose my passion for dictionary games. I was also starting to drift off. Actually I think I did because I remember being lifted off the ground.

"What's happening?" I slurred.

"You fell asleep; you can crash in my bed." Edward told me.

He walked into a room I assumed to be his bedroom and laid me gently down on the bed.

"Goodnight Love." He said kissing my forehead and started backing out of the room.

"Wait, stay." I said reaching into the darkness for his hand, I found his shirt. Good enough, I pulled weakly.

"Ok." He said and lay down on the bed. I quickly fell asleep curled up in his arms.

***

"Bella." I was abruptly woken from my dream, which I can't remember what it was but God it was good. Confused at the voice and the wonderful smell of my sheets I sat up.

How did I get into an unknown bed? I spied Edward standing at the foot of the bed holding something and the memories of last night flooded back to me. What is that awful noise? It's too early for this. My head throbbed a little but it wasn't too bad. How come every time alcohol is involved with Edward and I we end up in bed together?

"Bella phone." That was the big emergency?

"Ignore it. Headache." I mumbled lying back down. Man his bed is comfortable, oh no we didn't do it did we? I looked down at myself I was still fully dressed and so is, Edward isn't. He was wearing a pair of trackie pants that sat low on his hips. That's all. No shirt much to the pleasure of my eyes, which I let trail down his chiselled abs. The definition there was so great that all I could think about doing way dragging my tongue along the perfect six pack of muscles that led to his v line, which travelled down under the waistline of his pants, which hid his,

"Bella, its Alice."


A/N Oh No what does Alice want? Does she know something I don't?

Ha, oh wait I'm writing this aren't I?

New Chapter Resolution: I will personally respond to all that review this chapter. Because not doing so makes me feel kind of guilty.

99.9% sure that I will be posting the Bachelorette Party next chappy!