A/N So sorry for the delay with this chapter! RL and all that jazz! I want to thank my wonderful beta Ayden Morgen for all her love and help.
Here is the next chapter for you all and thank you for your continued support! See you down below...
SM owns Twilight but not The 80s
All Song Lyrics belong to their Respected Owners.
EPOV
I get lost in your eyes
And I feel my spirits rise
And soar like the wind..
Is it love that I am in?
"Oh God! My ears! My ears are bleeding! What the fuck are you listening to?"
Leave it to Emmett to come home early. The guy, I swear, can't give me a moment's peace. Here I am, knee deep in discarded sheets of paper, lists upon lists of the top love songs from the Eighties. I am determined that this Friday will be nothing less than perfection. Since Emmett will be long gone on rotation the whole weekend, there is no way for him to mess this up for me.
As Debbie Gibson belts out her last note, I ignore him completely. I quickly skip to the next song on the list.
Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand
Do you feel the same
Am I only dreaming
Is this burning an eternal flame
"Kill me! Kill me, please? Oh God!"
I grab the first thing I see, a sharpie pen, and chunk it in his direction.
"Shut up! I'm trying to concentrate here. This is important!"
I hit stop on the stereo and go back to my list, knowing it's complete. It says everything I want it to say to my girl. That doesn't stop me from re-checking it though…twice.
"I swear to God if you play I Want Your Sex by George Michael, I'm telling mom you're gay for real!" he yells out.
I am beyond exasperated with him and this is where it all goes south…
"Emmett, why are you home? You should be at work." I cut my eyes at him.
"Oh, I'm home to pack! I swapped shifts with Sam Uley so I can be back for the weekend. Rosie and I have a date."
Fuck me! Here it comes.
"Wait a minute! You want to try the double date thing again? I promise no roller coasters this time. Dinner and a movie. What do you say, bro?" he asks and the grin plastered on his face makes me cringe inwardly. How can I tell my brother no?
I move back to the stereo, careful not to make eye contact. "Oh well…umm…you know, I already got plans."
"Really? So what are your plans?"
"You know, the usual."
"The usual?" Emmett questions.
"Yeah, you know kick back have a few drinks, maybe watch a movie."
I let out a fake yawn and make my way to my bedroom. I have to get away before he can question me any further. I just about make it to my door when his voice echoes down the hallway, "Stop!"
Damn it!
I turn around to face him and immediately regret even starting this conversation. He knows something is up and there's no point in hiding it.
"Bro, did it not work out with Bella?" He claps his hand on my back, trying to soothe me.
"Huh? Oh no. No, I mean everything is fine. We actually had a great time on Saturday." I can't help but grin. Then, of course, my grin turns into a smile bigger than the band Kansas and I am royally screwed.
"Bro, look at me? Did you do it?" He perks up and he starts shaking my shoulders to get me to look at him.
I should have played the damn George Michael's song.
"Do what?" I turn to walk to the kitchen to get a beer and he follows.
"You know what. So did you?" He crosses to the bar and is standing next to me, waiting for my response.
"Emmett, I don't really think that's any of your busin-"
Before I know it, I am being picked up and bear hugged. I can't breathe and I begin to kick at him.
"I'm so fucking happy for you, bro! It's about fucking time!" he shouts out for everyone in the world to fucking hear.
"Emmett put me down!" I scream at him, my bones are being crushed in his grasp.
"Oh bro, I'm just so…damn happy! Tell me, how was it?" he asks.
"What kind of question is that? You know how it was and I don't want to talk about it, okay?"
"Okay, okay! I get it, you want this private. But at least tell me that you followed my advice. Is she going to see you again?"
I debate being truthful with him and my conscience gets the best of me. "Yes we are going out this weekend."
I watch for his reaction, waiting for the bomb to go off, but it doesn't. He smiles and nods, taking a pull from his beer.
Finally it detonates.
"So? What are we doing? Come on, bro, I promise this time will be different! I'll do whatever you say."
"I don't think so, Emmett. I kind of want this one to be just us."
His face falls and he quickly covers it up; blowing it off. "Oh, I got you; that's cool. Maybe another time." He finishes his beer and heads for the living room.
Great, just fucking great! How do I make him understand that I want some alone time with my girl?
"Hey Emmett, how about we get the girls together on Sunday? You know we can take them on a picnic or something."
"Sure, bro. That sounds like…fun." He smiles tightly and goes back to flipping through my notepad.
My notepad! Fuck!
"Heart, Journey, Aerosmith, Berlin…what are these for?"
I lunge for him and he quickly maneuvers out of my grasp, holding up my notepad in the air. Fucking Cop!
"I'm making a mixtape for Isabella," I blurt out and finally snatch my notepad from his tight grasp.
He bursts out laughing and I'm certain the whole block can hear him.
"Oh God! Edward you know we have iPods now, right? Hell, even CDs!"
"I know that Emmett, but this is different. I have it all planned out. I'm going to give it to her at the end of our date on Friday."
Shit!
Wait for it. Trust me.
"Friday? Oh come on, bro! We have to double now; I have to see how this pans out. You owe me. I'll be on my best behavior, Cop's honor!"
I quirk an eyebrow at him. "Isn't that supposed to be Scout's honor, and how is it that I owe you? If memory serves, you blew it on our first date, literally… as in chunks all over Rosie's dress."
"Whatever, you know what I mean. Secondly, you owe me for that cheap shot at the bar. Come on, bro, we will do whatever it is you want to do."
He could be useful you know, Cullen? My mind decides to play traitor on me and the inner turmoil rears its ugly head.
Trust me, I know I should have learned the first time around, but maybe he can help me out. I mean, there is no possible way he can fuck this one up, right? If anything, he can maybe show me some pointers so that I don't fall on my ass most of the damn night.
Yes, my brother is a God on roller skates, okay? He would be the Olympic gold medalist of roller skating if it were a sport.
"Well? Can we tag along or what?" That gleam is in his eye and he's like a kid in a candy store. I haven't even decided for sure or not yet.
"I'll talk it over with her and I'll let you know, alright?"
"Hell yes! Okay, so where are we going?"
"Emmett, did you just hear me? I said I'll let you know."
"Yeah, which means yes." He flops down on the couch with a thud, but not before he snatches the notepad from my hand again.
"Give me that! I need to make the track list!"
"Seriously? Lionel Richie? Are you channeling mom? Christ Edward! What is this mixtape for?"
I have to tell him. If -and that is a big fucking if- I decide to let him come on this date, he's going to find out eventually. No time like the present, right? Maybe I'll get lucky and he will decide not to go. That thought brings a smile to my face so I turn to him.
"Well I'm taking Isabella to the Roll-Away-Rink on Porter Street for our date. I think Mr. Ropper still owns it. I'm going to see about him playing it while we skate and then I'll give her the tape afterwards. You know Isabella really," I smile to myself, "really loves Eighties stuff so I thought it would be fun and …" my voice trails off as I look at him finally to see his mouth hanging wide open. "What?"
"You can't be serious?"
"I most certainly am. What's the big deal? If you don't like my idea, you don't have to go." I snatch the notepad out of his hand and go over to the desk. I begin to recheck it to make sure he hasn't added anything and I hear him clear his throat behind me.
"You are really serious about this girl, huh? I mean she isn't just a piece of ass to you. I just thought you needed to get laid… but you are not kidding. You really are in love with her." I see the light bulb go off in his head and the clouds part; the realization hits him like a Mack truck.
"Yes, Emmett, I told you I am in love with her. She isn't just a fuck," I cringe even saying the word in that manner. We may have, at one point in the heat of the moment, let ourselves get lost in total abandon, but for the most part, I am completely content and even elated at the prospect of just making love to her. My girl most certainly isn't and will never be a "fuck". I begin to chastise him for the classification. "When I told you she was the one, I meant it. I never meant that lightly. I…I waited so long for her," I end it with a whisper mostly to myself.
I don't know if I'm admitting that out loud for his benefit or mine. The conversation is becoming very serious and I, to be totally honest, don't know how I feel about it. That is until Emmett drops another bomb on me. One I will tell you I never expected.
"My little brother is in love. Wow, what's it like?" he says the first part more to himself than meaning it for me, but the last part shocks the hell out of me. What does he mean what's it like?
"Oh, come on Emmett! You know what it's like. Hell, you were in love with fifty different chicks in high school, not to mention your BCG." I even do the little quotation marks when I say his little pet name for her. I wonder if he will ever tell her. I chuckle and look up at him.
I stop dead in my tracks.
I can't even fathom this. "Oh my God. You're serious, aren't you?"
My brother can have anyone, and I mean anyone, he wants. How is it possible he has never been in love?
He just shrugs his shoulders at me.
"Come on Em, what about Michelle Cooper?"
He shakes his head, "Nope."
"Oh! Bree Tanner?"
"Nope."
I am utterly speechless and begin to grasp at straws. "Emmett, Leah Clearwater?"
"Are you crazy? Hell no! She was mighty fine though, huh? Mighty fine."
"Emmett, I don't understand." I am clearly in over my head here. How can I possibly help him when I can barely help myself?
He sits up on the couch and becomes very serious. "I told all those girls that I loved them, bro, but Rosie is just different. I was all about the chase like normal, and now that we have done it, I feel different. It's different with her." He is fidgeting with his hands and it makes me nervous.
My brother is a cop…he doesn't fidget.
It hits me and I can't believe I didn't see it before.
My brother is in love with Rosalie Hale and he is completely clueless as to what to do. This is why he wants to tag along, wanting to do double dates. Now the question is: How do I answer this?
"I know you just slept with her, bro, so I know what it's like, believe me. But, how do you know for sure she's the one? There are a million chicks out there, you said it yourself. What makes these two so different?" he asks.
I find it odd that he isn't just questioning me but also himself. I start to pace the living room in front of him, and I start to assemble some sort of powerful age old wisdom to pass on to him.
Yeah right! You are all over the place yourself, Cullen.
I take a couple of deep breaths and begin to explain how I know this is fate. How I know without a shadow of doubt that I will one day propose to this woman that was created for me. I stop in front of him and look him right in the eyes.
"One day she will have grey hair," I begin and sit down beside him. He looks at me perplexed and starts to open his mouth to say something. I raise my hand to let him know I'm not finished.
"I can see it, Emmett. One day she will have grey hair; it will be long and she will let me braid it. I picture her old and grey like me, sitting on a porch swing waiting for our great grandchildren to show up for Sunday dinners. I see all the Christmas' and birthday parties. I see the children we will have together. I can see us dancing together at our wedding and my heart aches with joy because, one day, I know without a doubt that we'll be able to say our vows and she will become Mrs. Edward Cullen.
"And when we're old, she will still be so beautiful regardless of the wrinkles because I'll still see that sparkle in her eyes. I want to give her everything within my power, and even then, I'll still want to work harder so I can give her more. I know this because even when we are both old, with arthritis setting in, I'll still want to dance with her and she will still take my breath away." I am going to sweep her off her feet and marry this girl. I pause at the thought and smile to myself, taking a moment to thank the Powers That Be for blessing me with her.
I look at Emmett to see if anything at all made sense to him just in time to see a single tear roll down his cheek.
"Oh bro, you're worse than a damn Hallmark card." He wipes the tear from his cheek and begins laughing his ass off at me.
"You are a fucking prick, you know that?" I haul myself off the couch.
"Oh come on, bro! That was just so damn sweet! You even had me at the Sunday dinners. You know how I love food. Don't get mad!" he laughs.
"I'm being serious. Maybe for you it isn't like that, but it is for me. You're in love with Rosie; you just won't let yourself see it. Tell me something, Em; what if someone else comes along and takes your precious BCG? What then? Huh? Some other guy swoops in and takes her away from you. What will you do?" I seethe at him.
Oh shit, I probably shouldn't have said that last part.
Emmett Cullen stands up, and I swear to God, he grows at least seven more inches as he towers over me. My life, the what could have been, flashes through my mind as I wait for death by cop to take me.
I adjust my glasses to get a better look at him as he peers down at me.
"I wouldn't be a cop anymore, that's what! I would be up for Murder One. BCG is mine, has been since the moment I laid eyes on her. I would like to see someone try and take her from me." He begins to poke me in the chest, making his last words final. "Isn't going to happen, bro, not on my watch. Besides, my Rosie would never let her hair turn grey."
I beam up at him and smirk. "Welcome to being in love, Emmett."
He blinks at me and then a smile spreads on his face.
"Now you going to help me or not? I want to go by Mr. Ropper's and see about him using the playlist."
"Sure thing; besides, he owes me. I got him out of some parking tickets a while back. Hey, did you know he still has my picture up on the wall from being King Roller of the year?"
I shrug and shake my head. "Of course he does; all the girls showed up just on the chance that you would pick them to skate with during the love song jam. He made a killing on you two summers in a row." I roll my eyes at him.
"Hey, I can't help it if I'm that good and you suck at it," he boasts.
"Come on, let's go, King Roller. We got business to conduct."
~%%%~
"Let me get this straight, kid. You want me to play these tracks tomorrow night for some date you are having...with a girl, right?"
"Yes, sir."
I give him a few moments as he skims through the playlist, and of course, I make myself stand up straighter, pushing my chest out. Emmett rolls his eyes at me.
After about five minutes, He sits the iPod down, and for some reason, he looks uncomfortable. I notice he is eyeing me closely and then it looks as though the decision is made. I clear my throat to get his attention.
He gives me a stern look and before he can say no, I start to open my mouth, prepared to beg. However, I feel the relief of being spared the embarrassment when Emmett beats me to the punch.
"Look, Mr. Ropper, we go way back and I'm sure you can appreciate the situation we are in here. I remember there was a time when you, yourself, were strapped with some unfortunate parking tickets. We are just asking for an hour, at best. What do you say? Let's give my little brother here a night he will never forget with his girlfriend."
"I don't know, Emmett. The kids now-a-days are funny about these oldies. We have to play the new stuff for them to even show up. Business hasn't been going so good."
I quickly slap two one hundred dollar bills on the counter. I want this night to be perfect so money is not an issue. He looks at the counter and then grins at me.
"Well, son, I guess you got yourself an Eighties Flashback night."
"Thank you, Mr. Ropper. We will be here around seven thirty."
I shake his hand and start for the door, thinking Emmett is in tow.
"Hey, not so fast, bro. It's time for practice. Mr. Ropper, a size thirteen please. Bro, what size do you need? A nine?" He smirks at me with a challenge. He doesn't think I'll bite.
I turn back to Em and say to Mr. Ropper, "Thirteen and a half."
Em quirks an eyebrow at me and laughs, "Come on, lets see if I still got it and if you can last five minutes without busting your ass."
I sit down on one of the old orange and black chairs, remembering that they are the same ones from when we used to skate here. As I begin to lace up the skates, my thoughts wander to my girl.
This is all for you, baby. Let's make our own romance.
BPOV
Vultures, I tell you. They are like vultures right this minute. Sure, of course they are my best friends in the whole world, but I would be lying if I don't say I am pretty pissed at them. I still love them though.
I mock them in my head over and over again.
"It's like a Band-Aid, B."
Have I mentioned that this isn't the first time I have been interrogated? When I was thirteen, Charlie came home early from a shift. It was the first time and the last, might I add, that I tried smoking…cigars.
Sometimes on the weekends, my dad would have a couple of fishing buddies come over for late night poker games. There were times I would get up in the morning and there they would be in our kitchen, still playing at nine am. Anyway, so when I was thirteen, I was dusting the living room mantle when a package of cigars fell down onto the floor.
Come on, I was thirteen and curious!
I would watch them smoke those things, practicing their poker faces and it looked so cool. Talk about your bad timing; there I was puffing away, looking in the hallway mirror and making my own poker faces, thinking to myself that one day I'd play poker with the best of them. That's when I heard the cruiser pull up.
Trust me when I say looking back on it now, I really didn't think my plan through. I became so nauseous sitting there during that lecture that Charlie took pity on me and didn't make me smoke a whole one in front of him. He did, however, make me smoke two-thirds of it before sliding his fisherman's bait bucket in front of me. I almost didn't make it to the bathroom before I emptied the contents of my stomach. The smell alone from that bucket still haunts my dreams and to this day, I can't stand the smell of cigars.
"B! Come on! Spill already! You have been giving us the silent treatment for almost a whole week," Alice chimes in from the couch covered in RSVPs.
Okay, I'll be truthful. I was over being pissed at them by Wednesday, and secretly wanting to talk to them about it by Thursday. On Friday morning, I finally cave.
I let Al think it's because she scheduled us both off just so they could do their little intervention with me.
I wake up Friday morning to the smell of French toast and hot maple syrup floating into my room. I smack my lips as my mouth begins to water; my stomach going on the attack. I swear my stomach is wanting to massacre a small village…I am starving. The next thing I hear is Say Anything playing in the back ground… on the big screen no less.
I yawn and make my presence known from beneath my covers, "You don't play fair, you cheating bitches."
Rosie practically does summersaults into my room. "Please, B? Tell us! I'm dying over here!" She pulls the covers back from my face and whispers, "It's the damn pixie-fairy bitch, I swear." She winks at me and I almost continue to snub her off, but a smile escapes and my mouth turns upward. I quickly give her the eye to button her lips before we let the little pixie-fairy bitch in on the gig being up. She nods vehemently.
I motion for her to come closer with a nod and she leans in, I suddenly don't know where to start. I open my mouth a couple of times before giving up and I turn red all over.
"Aw, B," Rosie clasps my face and smiles at me. "He was gentle with you, huh?"
All I can do is shake my head in earnest and grin like the love sick puppy that I am.
"Alright, B, time to talk. I didn't take the whole day off just to wait around for the deets. I'm up to my knees in RSVPs!" the pixie-fairy yells.
Truth be told, I have really slacked off on the whole helping with the wedding stuff. Also, I did make them sweat it out for a whole week.
Everyday, I would see Edward after work and he would bring me home. Only for an hour at most though, we were taking things slow and it…well, it was nice. I spent the better part of the weekend cursing my girls to oblivion and then laying on my bed after Edward would leave, listening to music and replaying the night I lost my virginity on repeat in my head. There were a lot of firsts that night for me. The most important first became a realization on Tuesday.
It was the first time I could remember picturing having children; his children. How they would look like their father… it made me fall even more in love with him.
Then I cried…for fucking ever. Scared out of my mind about whether it would turn into another Jake situation. What if I would never be enough? What if I wasn't enough for a forever?
I know, I know. It's just my insecurities showing, okay, I get it.
What really got me out of being scared though, was how sweet he was the whole week. Every night, he would hold my hand and walk me to my door.
And every night he would ask, "Can I kiss you good night Bella?"
"Isabella Marie!"
I throw the covers back and huff, "Fucking-A I'm coming, okay? Jesus!"
"Your our apologies breakfast is getting cold! Come on, already!"
I murmur under my breath and stomp into the kitchen to grab a plate. I load up on the French toast and strawberries before shoving RSVP cards towards Al so I can sit down.
I devour my breakfast, letting her sweat some more. Finally, I set the plate down, stuffed, and begin to lick my fingers one by one to rid them of the sticky syrup.
The pixie-fairy snaps.
"What do I have to do to get you to talk?" she pouts, making that face. You know the one.
"Okay Al, he was a total gentleman, and he…well, he wants to take things slow."
"That's it? After a week of waiting, that's all we get?"
"Actually, no… I got something else to say. Band-aid my ass! That shit fucking hurt!"
"Oh sweetie, we're sorry, honest! It's different for everybody; everyone's pain threshold is not the same. We just thought it would be easier for you." Al tried to smooth things over.
"It hurt? The whole time?" Rosie asks with a look of honest concern.
"Well no, not the whole time. Plus he went, you know, down there."
I don't have to point, Thank God; they know instantly. You would think I had just told them that they won Publisher's Clearing House's million dollar give-away and the Prize Patrol was at the door with balloons, huge check in hand.
"Thank God! Was it not the best?"
"Oh I hope he did it right! You enjoyed it, right?"
I just look at them both and laugh. "Of course, I loved it. You mean there are chicks that don't?" I am too in shock to even fathom how someone wouldn't like, well, you know…that.
"Yeah, some girls don't like it. But whatever! I'm so happy for you, B!" Rosie throws her arms around me.
"And then what happened?"
I shake my head at her and zip my lips, "Oh no, that's all you get for now."
"Fine, okay I get it. Just know we have your best interests at heart and just don't want you to get hurt. We love you, B."
She pulls me into a hug and I remember the first time we actually hung out, the three of us. I have come a long way from that shell and it's because I don't let what Jake did hold me back anymore. I take a glance at my pixie-fairy and she smiles at me again.
I honestly felt bad for Al…she does need some serious help with those cards, so that's what we do for the next three hours. When the last box is filled and the seating chart accounted for, the three of us sot back on the couch and prop our feet up on the coffee table. Who knew separating those cards could be so…exhausting?
"You guys know you are the only family I have, right? That this doesn't change things? I'll always be here for you both."
Rosie and I quickly turn to gape at her. For the first time in her God fearing pixie-fairy life, our Al is actually looking like a woman scared out of her mind of what's to come.
I take her hand in mine and reassure her, "Of course, we know that. Now, none of this crying business. I think you need a drink. Where's our lush at? Come on, we promised each other we wouldn't do this."
"Oh I'm still in here, don't you worry, B. Even Major Cock can't tame this beast!"
"Good! I'm glad because I need both of you to help me get ready for my date tonight."
"Oh shit, that's right! Rosie can do your hair and I'll pick out your outfit like normal."
"Yeah, like normal," I whisper to myself.
I chuckle at them both and damn if it doesn't feel awesome to not be upset with them anymore. I have my girls back, and Edward.
All is right with the world.
~%%%~
"Why does it smell like my hair is burning?"
"Chill! I have it under control!"
This is the third attempt at making loose curls in my hair and personally, I'm getting worried.
"What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Ouch! Fuck, Rosie!" I feel the burn against my neck and jump from the chair.
"Sorry, fuck, I'm sorry. I'm just nervous, alright! Sit back down. Where is your Gizmo?"
"It's weird, I have looked everywhere for him and he's missing." I start scanning the room again and then I realize that she used it as a distraction. "Seriously though, what is wrong with you? Is it Emmett?"
I am determined to stick with everyone's real names tonight, even if it kills me. Ever since Emmett and Rosie's love connection, I have noticed her acting all lovey dovey.
"No, it's me. He has sent me flowers all week. I'm just not use to all this attention. Well, this type of attention anyway." She starts biting on her lip and Al takes over on my hair.
"We talked about this, Rosie, remember?" Al butts in.
"I know, and I'm okay. We're okay. I just don't want to get my hopes up, you know? His job worries me, that's all." She smiles tightly and shrugs.
"Rosie, I'm sure he is extra careful. I mean, he wouldn't joke around on the job," I pipe in.
"I know. I'm just a natural worrier is all. Okay enough, where is he taking you tonight? Emmett said something about dinner and then a surprise later, don't know what it is but I'm really excited."
"Actually, I have no idea. Edward told me it was a surprise too."
"Well we are meeting up with you guys later tonight, right?"
I nod and Al snorts.
"You guys are so going to have the time of your lives."
The way Al says it gets my attention. Apparently Rosie isn't too far behind.
"You know, don't you?"
"You bitch, tell us!"
"Nope. You are both on your own! However, I want details later. Jasper and I are going to dinner and coming back here to go over the seating chart again."
Just then the door buzzer goes off, alerting us that someone is downstairs.
"He's early!" I peer into the mirror and Al pats me on the back.
"Better early than late, B, remember that. I'll let him up."
I hear Al ask him to have a seat and, oh God, he's so polite while thanking her. I relax, thinking about him, and yes, I'll admit it, I'm totally smitten with him.
I peak my head out from behind my bedroom door to get a look at him. I immediately sigh at the sight of him. I will totally be sporting my heart shaped frame glasses tonight, I just know it.
He senses my presence because, in that moment, his eyes meet mine and I am done for.
He smiles at me and the world just fades away.
"Hi, Edward."
He reaches me in two seconds flat.
"Hi, baby. You almost ready?" he whispers, stroking my cheek.
I blush and nod like a high school girl. "Uh-huh. Just let me grab my jacket."
We barely make it to the front door before Al stops us. "You kids have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
This time, I'm not the only one that blushes and Edward quickly opens the door.
"Good night, Al," I call out to her as we make our way down the stairs.
~%%%~
"Edward, is everything alright?"
"Of course, are you okay?"
I put my own nervousness aside when I see the state Edward is in. He usually seems so confident and well…cool. Yes cool, that's the word. My Edward is cool, but right now he's the most nervous I have ever seen him… which makes me become more nervous.
I want to reassure him, and I can't help but grab a strain of my own hair, twirling it relentlessly. "No, I'm okay. What's wrong?"
"Baby, do you trust me?" he whispers as he turns to me from the driver seat.
"Of course I do. You would never hurt me, right?"
"Never, baby. Never in a million years, but I want to do something and I don't want to scare you. As I said before, tonight is a surprise and I want it to be special. Will you let me?"
My mind goes into overdrive thinking what he could possibly do to me that would warrant me being scared. Every Eightes horror flick flashes through my mind.
"As long as you don't take me to Crystal Lake, you can do anything you want to me," I breathe as he inches closer and leans over the middle console of the car. He smells so good, like Obsession For Men or something, which in this case seems fitting.
"Good, that's good, baby, because I want to blindfold you."
All the air in the cabin of the car leaves, taking my breath with it in a gasp. Don't ask me why, but a feeling comes over me and it is not one of complete terror. It turns me on.
He pulls a satin scarf from the console and I lean closer as he folds it. His mouth is just inches away from where I want them to be and his breath smells of Wrigley's Juicy Fruit gum and oh God …it's intoxicating.
I am already drunk on him when he asks, "Ready, baby?"
I feel the satin fall across my eyes and bend my head down so he can tie it in back. When he has secured it, I feel him softly lift my chin and I just know that he's going to kiss me. His lips graze mine and his breathing speeds up. I am completely at his mercy, and if he doesn't start the car soon, I know we won't leave the driveway. The neighbors will get a show of a lifetime. I can't pull away from him though. He knows it, sensing my inner turmoil, and releases my lips as our kiss just starts to simmer.
He clears his throat and I hear him squeak, "Perfect."
"I'm going to turn you to face forward, okay baby?"
I can't even answer, my whole body is ablaze, so I just nod away. I feel his hands on my shoulders and I swear I literally melt away. His hand slowly lingers on my waist, before I feel the belt being pulled across and he snaps my seat belt in place. I am about to spontaneously combust.
"Are you comfortable, baby?" he asks as he starts the car.
"Mmmhmm...very." I didn't know my voice could be this husky. When did this happen?
"Good, because here we go."
Journey's Faithfully filters through the car and he pulls my hand into his. Our hands intertwine on the middle console as he drives down the road.
I don't know what he has planned for me tonight, but whatever it is, I know it's going to be magical. I smile to myself when the song gets to the chorus line because it says everything I'm feeling in this moment, and when it hits, my heart swells. I think of Edward sitting next to me.
I'm forever yours…faithfully.
A/N So there you have it..I split this into 2 chapters so the Date Chapter Will post next weekend. Please don't forget that review button, your reviews mean the world to me! XOXO
Okay Rec Time! Check out these wonderful fics and tell them Pk sent you!
Seven Day Weekend by JandMsmommy
http:/www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/6218782/1/Seven_Day_Weekend
Conflicted Love by Jhrbrown
http:/www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/6254069/1/Conflicted_Love