Racing Your Heart

Racing Your Heart

Chapter 8

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The Cullens' house was big. I mean, I knew they were pretty rich, but I certainly didn't expect a four story white Victorian era mansion. It looked perfectly restored, with trimmings that looked quite original.

Rosalie was driving ahead of us in a van that was about halfway filled with my junk. I didn't have that much stuff, just lots of books and CDs. So here I was, sitting in a silver Volvo, driving up to the humungous house that I was now living in. Oh Joy.

Alice and Edward helped me out of the car, despite my hemming and hawing and griping.

"I am perfectly capable of walking! I'm not crippled!" I yelled at them, with no avail. Edward grabbed my hand and hauled me out of the seat. Hs touch sent an electric shock up my arm, and made my heart speed up.

Alice handed me my crutches and smiled. I scowled at her and took the crutches. They helped me wobble into the house, keeping me from tripping and hurting myself any further.

I tripped on the threshold, but Edward caught me. I mumbled something about stupid doors and kept on walking. Emmett laughed at me, coming in just behind me. He must have seen me gawking at the interior of the house.

Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper had been carrying my stuff in. Alice was inspecting my mildly impaired wardrobe.

"Bella, half of this stuff looks like it came from Target," she griped. I looked at her.

"Most of it did." I said. She stared at me like I was crazy.

"We're going to have to take you shopping." She said. My face contorted into a mask of horror. Rose walked in, followed by Jasper.

"Did someone say shopping?" She asked happily. Jasper and Emmett laughed and Edward gave me a look of pity. I gulped.

They proceeded to drag my stuff up to the room I would be staying in. Alice helped me to the door and left me there. The guys had already set up all the stuff in there. I was scared.

I pushed open the door and peered inside. I gasped quietly. The walls were light blue with a white trim. There was a full sized bed on one wall, a nightstand next to it. An overstuffed black easy chair rested in one corner.

The weathered bookcase from my apartment sat next to the chair. My stereo was on a table, the CDs neatly stacked against it.

The best part was the view. A huge window was on the back wall, made to let in light. The window overlooked a beautiful garden in the backyard. The garden bloomed with brightly colored flowers.

I recognized a few from Renee's gardening spree. The roses were obvious. But I also saw Gardenias, buttercups, daisies, lavender, jasmine, and orchids. I caught my breath when I saw one of my absolute favorite flowers.

Multiple vines of Wisteria were growing outside my window. I smiled to myself. This was the only flower I could grow successfully.

Wisteria blooms are tiny purple-blue flowers. They are slightly bell shaped and grow from a vine, one of ten species in the US. They are similar to violas in looks. The Latin name for this particular species is Wisteria venusta.

Oh bite me. I have an undergraduate degree in biology. I stumbled over to the bed and plopped down on the mattress. As much as I hated to admit it, this beat staying at home.

My apartment was great. I knew where everything was supposed to be (but usually wasn't), I had the pizza place around the corner on speed dial, and everything with sharp edges or rough corners was safely capped with something so I wouldn't hurt myself too badly.

This was great though.

Alice popped up next to my face. I jumped. "Jeez, Alice! You move like a ghost!"

She giggled. "It's not my fault you don't pay attention to your surroundings. How do you like your room?"

"It's nice," I admitted. Alice smiled slyly, like she was laughing at an inside joke.

"That's good," She said brightly, "because Rose and I are going to have a sleepover in here."

I had been zoning out a bit, so what she said broke me out of my lucid state. I stared at her in utter surprise. "Huh?" I asked like the genius I am.

Alice rolled her eyes. "Rose and I are staying in your room with you 'cause you're injured."

I glared at her. "There's no way you're gonna sleep on the floor. I won't let you."

"No, silly. We're not sleeping on the floor," she said.

Rosalie popped in the door, holding two rectangular bundles. "We're sleeping on air mattresses!"

I fell backwards onto my new bed and groaned. Let the torture begin.

A/N I know this is sorta short. I didn't have a lot of time and school has been hectic. REVIEW IF YOU LOVE US!! Cause if you don't review our pre-frontal cortexes will explode and your non-rievew-i-ness will set the leftover pieces on fire. By the way…I checked the statistics for this story and, at the most recent look, there were 1,999 HITS!! OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU PEOPLE!! I'm done now…