I registar for school on Thursday. Omfg. Noooooooooooo. D: Enjoy, though!
"Y'know what's weird?" Emmett asked while flipping through the channels, searching for some dumb cartoon he watches every hour of every day.
"You," I replied as I turned the knob on my guitar, trying to make it sound perfect.
Emmett snorted and threw a pillow across the room. I landed at my feet with a thud. I looked up to him with a glare before focusing back on what I was doing.
"No, you twit. You and Bella's relationship." I heard the sound of the TV die as he turned it off. "What's the deal between you two?"
I sighed and set my guitar back in its case. This wasn't something I was looking forward to explaining - seeing as how I don't even know what the fuck is going on between us. I mean, we have feelings for each other, we act upon them, but what the hell am I to her? And what is she to me?
Am I her boyfriend now? Does she even date low-life fuckers like me?
"I honestly don't know, Emmett," I replied in a detached voice. "You tell me."
He shrugged. "I couldn't, I'm too damn confused."
"As am I."
"But… You like her, right?" he asked after a brief moment of silence.
I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah, man. I like her. A lot. A whole fucking lot."
"Well, she obviously feels the same way. She wouldn't even talk to you if she didn't," he said with a smug grin. I picked up the pillow and threw it back at him, hitting the side of his head. My own crooked grin took place on my lips as he cursed softly and rubbed the side of his temple.
"Damn, you got me good," he said. "And it's a fucking pillow! What the hell?"
I shrugged and stood. I was getting restless just sitting there with Emmett. I wanted to go to Bella, talk to her - do something with her - just so I could feel calm. I didn't want to think about what she was to me and what a correct title was for her, it was too much to handle. And I didn't want to be annoyed anymore than I already was by Emmett any longer, so I grabbed my keys, waved once at him, and walked out the door. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through my contacts until I was on her number and clicked for a new message.
Please tell me you're home. I need to see you.
I press send and stepped into the elevator, the music blocking out the voice of my mind as it lowered to the garage. Once there, I walked slowly over to my car before getting in and turning the music up after I started it. I didn't want to leave just yet, I wanted to make sure Bella was home because that was the only place I really wanted to go.
A few minutes passed, and my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out quickly and opened the message from her.
Yeah, I'm home. Do come, I need something to do to cure this boredom I'm enduring.
I smiled and placed the phone in one of the cup holders. I threw the car into drive and sped down the highway until I was parked in the garage of Bella's apartment complex. As I walked up to her door, my mind blocked out all the thoughts of earlier so I could just focus on the beautiful girl I was going to spend many hours of my day with. I knocked with a stupid grin on my face and waited two seconds before she threw open the door.
"Hey," she mumbled out with a soft, shy smile.
Holy. Fuck.
I couldn't breathe. Not when I was staring at her in her cute little red tank-top and flannel pajama pants. There was so much skin visible, and her hair… God, her hair was just beyond sexy. It was pulled up in a messy bun with pieces falling out of it.
I don't know why, but I never wanted to see Bella in anything but that ever again. And when I did, I wanted no one else around.
"H-hey," I said back, my surprise at her appearance making my voice thick. I managed to smile, though, so I hoped it wasn't too obvious.
"Come in," she said as she moved out of the doorway. I walked in, my arm brushing against hers, causing those sparks I felt every time I touched her to pass through us. I liked the way it felt, and when I wasn't touching her, I tried to come up with some lame excuse just so I could. It was like the sparks are some sort of drug that I'm addicted to.
My eyes gazed around her living room. There was DVDs laying on top of her coffee table, a bowl of half-eating popcorn, and three wine glasses. Bella caught my eyes after I turned around to face her, and I pointed at it all.
"Oh, that." A nervous giggle escaped from her lips as she pushed hair that had escaped from the bun out of her face. "Alice, Rose, and I had a little movie marathon this morning."
I smiled. "Ah, I see. Are you and Rose getting along?"
She shrugged. "For the most part. She's really nice once you crack through her bitchy demeanor."
I nodded, not really caring about her relationship with Rose. All I wanted was to pull her over to the couch, sit her down on my lap, and kiss the living daylights out of her.
Jesus Christ. The woman wears plain ol' pajamas and I'm going nuts. What the hell is happening to me?
Bella brushed past me and picked up the glasses and the bowl. It took me a few minutes to kick myself mentally before going over to help her. My hand wrapped around her right wrist and her eyes flashed up to mine. I smiled softly and took the three glasses from her fingers and let her go. I walked away from her into the kitchen with her closely behind me.
"I could've gotten that," she said as she threw the popcorn away. "Don't act all chivalrous just because you're around me. I don't like it."
I chuckled and poured the wine down the drain. I flipped on the water and grabbed the sponge before I started to wash them clean. Arms moved around my waist before fingers latched onto my hand.
"Stop," Bella whispered from behind me. My fingers relaxed and the glass I was holding fell into the water, splashing the front of my shirt. I felt her giggles as she retracted her arms.
"You deserved that." She picked up a towel and threw it. I caught it with ease.
"Right, because helping out with the cleaning is such a crime these days," I replied while dabbing my shirt with the towel.
She shrugged and left the kitchen. My heart tugged and pulled, wanting me to follow her and never let her leave my sights again. I hung the towel back up and walked a little too fast to where she was now sitting on the couch. I stopped myself when I was behind her, my earlier thoughts flooding my mind again.
Would she accept me as her boyfriend? Do I even have the right to be that for her?
I'm not the one who usually wants a long relationship, but something about her makes me want to try. I didn't dare find out what it was because I wanted to feel like this every time I was with her. I liked the mysterious air around her. It kept me coming back to her, and I really didn't want to argue with that.
But my mind just wouldn't let the title for myself sit well. The only other time I was someone else's was almost a year ago. And that didn't turn out that well.
Was I scared? No. But was I afraid of losing Bella like I lost that someone else a year ago? Hell yes.
"You can sit down, you know," Bella's soft voice said with a hint of a smile in it. "I don't bite."
"That's not what I'm afraid of," I replied while moving to her. I sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Oh?"
I sighed and gave her shoulders a quick squeeze. There wasn't a more perfect time than the present. Might as well get this over with.
"Bella, we need to talk," I murmured. Bella's smile vanished and her eyes met mine with an intense stare.
"About what?" she asked in a whisper. She took her bottom lip in her teeth and chewed on it with worry. I smiled softly and used my thumb to pull her lip away from her teeth before tracing the outline of her soft lips.
"Us, if that's all right?" I moved forward and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Her breath rushed out of her lungs and cooled the hot skin of my neck.
"Go on."
I pulled back and met her eyes. I wanted to see the truth in them, just in case she was lying to me and herself.
"How do you feel about me?" I asked softly. Bella's face morphed into shock and her eyes grew wide. A smile easily broke free, and it was the brightest one I've seen her wear yet.
"I'm not really sure," she replied with a soft laugh. Her cheeks were a slight shade of pink and her eyes focused on her hands that were resting in her lap. "I mean, I have feelings for you. I know that's for sure. But… I can't decided what they mean. It bothers me; not knowing what I feel because I've never really had to deal with it before. But I really want to know, and it's killing me, Edward."
Her eyes flashed back up to mine and her face was an inch closer than it was before she looked down. I had to resist the urge to lean in and kiss her. This was important information I needed, I shouldn't ruin it just yet.
"I know the feeling," I replied with a crooked smile. Her eyes flashed with something I couldn't define and her smile grew even brighter.
"What should we do?" Bella asked as her fingers slid in between mine. I gave them a light squeeze and sighed.
"We don't do anything. I think we should just let it play and we'll see how things go," I replied with a shrug. "I really don't like that answer, but it's the best I've got."
Bella laughed and nodded. "I don't like it either, but, hell, what do we've got to lose?"
I smiled. This girl is going to kill me, and I can't do anything about it. She's perfect in every single way, and I really couldn't wrap my mind around how I was lucky enough to get her attention. But I didn't care. As long as she's here with me, I'm fine.
"But… How are we going to explain that to everyone else?" Bella asked softly, her smile wavering.
Ah, fuck. Here we go…
"I - Well." I took in a deep breath and held it before letting it go in a rush. It was time to man up. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. I wanted to be her boyfriend. It was as simple as that.
"Well?" Bella whispered. Her eyes were burning into mine, and I felt the word vomit before I could stop it.
"Girlfriend."
"What?"
"I want you to be my girlfriend," I said. Bella looked up at me with wide eyes.
Shit. I've ruined it.
A cliffie. I know. I'm sorry, but trust me! It's a good one. (: I really, really, really need to get my inspiration back for my other stories. I really don't like the fact that all I can write are two. It's not fair to you guys. So, I am terribly sorry. Reviews have been awesome. So, can I have some more? :3 Lovelovelovelove!