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Oh, after reading this chapter, please make sure to read my authors note at the bottom of the page =/
And I'm sorry that this seems like it's too short...but I wanted to save this moment (you'll see) for its own chapter.
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What in the…Mother lovin' Jesus…just happened?
I sat up like a bitch whose been zapped with electricity as I smacked my palm against my mouth…
And then, of course, I groaned, because…uh, owe!
That shit kind of hurt.
Lowering my hand back onto the couch, I raised my other one and placed it over my chest, trying to calm down my breathing as I looked around the living room, in some frantic sort of way.
The lights definitely just…went out, without any kind of warning, leaving my apartment in complete darkness.
And that shit…only meant one thing.
That death was quickly approaching me.
Don't look at me like that, motherfuckers…
It was the only explanation that I could come up with.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I closed my eyes and lowered my head so that my chin rested against my collar bone. Placing my hoodie over my hair, I tried to calm the hell down and think.
What would a rational person do at a time like this?
Yeah, no. Fuck rationality.
I was never really a fan of the shit, anyway.
I opened my eyes—or at least, I think that I did, seeing as to how it was pitch black in this bitch—and reached out towards my center table, my hands sliding across the wood as I tried to find my cell phone.
After finding it, I pumped my other fist up in the air in triumph while I yelled "Aha, you little mobile fucker!" and then grimaced.
I mean…
Obviously I had to keep my voice down.
Seeing as to how there was a killer out there and shit.
You dig?
Flipping my phone open with just enough force to break it, my fingers ran across the three numbers that would serve as my saving grace before pressing down on them and waiting for someone to answer.
"911, what's your emergency?"
Gripping onto my cell with numb—fear bitten—fingers, I pressed my lips against the speakerphone as I kept my ears open…
To anticipate for any listeners, who may be lurking throughout my parameters, with a knife ready, to either a) decapitate me or b) slice my Achilles tendon, clear the fuckthrough.
Oh, God.
My Achilles tendon.
The worst!
The call taker on the other end of the line repeated her question, her voice breaking me out of my thoughts before I blurted out "The lights are nonexistent. Send the troops, full force. Urgent situation. Death. Killer. Achilles tendon."
Silence.
I scrunched my eyebrows together as I lifted my hand, placing it in front of my face as I looked at the screen, making sure that whoever this chick was on the other end didn't decide to just hang up on me.
Christ. Hello. Death cry. Me.
This was NOT the time to remain silent.
Seeing that the bitch were still on, I placed my cell over my ear and pressed my mouth against the speakerphone, YET AGAIN.
"Uh hello!" I whispered angrily, my eyes narrowed as I tried to make her understand the seriousness of this serious goddamn situation. "Did you hear me, you 911 call taker of uselessness?"
"Ma'am, what exactly is your emergency?"
I gritted my teeth as I made a fist with my other hand and punched the shit out of my thigh—because maybe it too was a suspect, who the fuck knows.
All I know, is that someone or something is going down!
I am not playing around with this shit!
"Lady, un—wax your ears! I SAID that the lights are out, send the fucking troops! Pronto! Andale, Andale! Arriba, Arriba!"
She huffed on the other end of the line, which only made my anger grow by the millisecond. "Ma'a—"
I growled, interrupting her calmness. "If you Ma'am me one more time, I'll hop through this receiver like a bunny rabbit on crack and attack your carrot ass. Round the troops lady! Now!"
"Okay Miss, I don't even know what that means, but I don't see any emergency in the lights going out."
And then she…
Popped her gum.
Oh, Jesus!
I'm fucking dead.
This is how it's going to end for me, isn't it?
"Can you give me your address, Miss?"
I raised a suspicious eyebrow at her question.
Because, I mean, who the hell asks for that shit without even introducing themselves to you at first, you know?
"And why would you need my address?"
She exhaled heavily, like she was so over this chat already. "I need your address so that I can tell you if it's just a power outage or not," she explained, lying through her teeth. "Do you know if your neighbors are also without light?"
I gasped, in some incredulous manner.
Like, really?
This assassin wants me, to leave my seat of safety, and go out into the hallway—that mind you, is now known as killer central—to check things out?
Yeah, okay bitch.
Nice try.
I'm not that dumb.
Cocking my head to the side slightly, I started my interrogation.
"You're one of them, aren't you? Who is behind this? What is your mission? I have kids, four miniature babies to be exact, I hope that you know that, lady. How wouldyou feel if the situation was reversed? Didn't you watch the movie? I got my girl back. I killed Bill. And you know what? Pai Mei taught me the five point palm exploding heart technique. Do you feel threatened, because I sure do not. BRING IT!"
"Riiiighht," she replied. "So obviously, instead of calling us here at 911, you should be contacting crisis for a self admittance. Hold on, let me find you the number."
Tracing my phone call was the translation.
Fuck out of here, dude.
I'm OUT!
"The name is Bella Swan—also known as Black Mamba—and I am now on to you. You'll never find me!" I whispered slash yelled into the receiver—in some type ofconfident way—before flipping my phone shut and cutting off our connection.
I grinned, like take that, you bitches.
And then I groaned, like Christ, I'm a dumbass.
Because I definitely just gave that undercover assassin my full name.
You see what darkness does to me, man?
Twenty minutes later:
I flipped my phone open, once AGAIN, and scrolled through the numbers that were in my phonebook with hopelessness.
Because lets face it people, everyone was—more than likely—tucked into their nice slash fluffy slash warm slash comfortable beds…
All happy like and goddamnit, I hope you die.
They had light, and they probably weren't even using the shit.
I didn't.
STILL!
The time may be of some significance for them being asleep, since it was late and all…
But who's being technical, at a time like this?
Noticing that my battery was running low as it flashed across the screen, taunting me, I went into panic mode.
Like, I'm going to have a goddamn heart attack people!
Pausing on his number, I groaned as I ran my other hand down my face and closed my eyes, not really sure if calling him would be such a great idea, only because…
The last time that I talked to the kid was two weeks ago.
Sure, I've seen him during short meetings for work and what not, but we haven't really…talked. At all.
I just…couldn't…do it.
Not after what happened at the club that night.
He has been trying to get a hold of me since then by calling my phone numerous times a day and by stopping by when he knew that I would be home, but I just ignoredhim.
And by the end of the first week, he simply gave up and left me alone.
Which I anticipated, because lets face it, I'm only me, right?
I'm just not ready to talk to him, or really see him see him.
I need time to figure out what the hell I'm going to do.
Figure out where we stand, as of right now.
What he did, was not okay, in my opinion.
And the apology that Mike deserved, he never received.
Yeah, I know that ignoring his phone calls and knocks against the door was wrong and maybe, I should have figured out a better way to handle the situation…
But facing him?
I simply couldn't.
I was too afraid of the possibility—no fuck that, the fact—that granting him forgiveness was going to be too easy.
Because I knew that if I met his eyes, or heard his voice, or felt that thumb of his run across my bottom lip…
I would just give up and give in.
And I didn't want him to think that his behavior was appreciated.
Because it sure as hell wasn't.
Pressing on the green button as his name remained highlighted, I crossed my fingers, hoping that he would answer as I lifted my legs onto the couch and placed my chin over my knees.
Voicemail.
I grinned as I nodded slowly—because, yeah, I definitely deserved that shit—and flipped my phone shut.
I ignored him for the last fourteen says, so what made me think that he wouldn't return the favor, you know what I mean?
I stood up from the couch and fumbled my way towards the front door, tripping over my chucks on the way and cursing their existence before taking it back and apologizing to them.
After all, they were my chucks, you dig?
As I opened the door slowly and peeked my head out, I growled—half in fear and half in 'GODDAMN IT'—as I saw that the hallways were also enclosed in total darkness.
Great!
Just GREAT!
I started stretching.
Like, full out…stretching…
Because I was definitely getting ready to just…make a run for it, but I was interrupted by my phone that started vibrating in my hand.
As I looked down at it, I couldn't help the small grin of relief that escaped my lips as 'Sex Hair' flashed through the screen.
I stepped back into my apartment and shut the door behind me before turning around and leaning against it as I flipped my phone open and placed it against my ear.
Not saying anything as I remained silent.
Because I just…needed to hear his voice, first.
"Bella?"
My grin widened as my name left his lips and I slid myself down onto the floor before bending my knees and placing my arm around my thighs. "Hey, I'm sorry that I called you so late, did I wake you?"
I knew that I didn't disturb his sleep, because his voice didn't have that tired gruff to it, but I just couldn't remember what my reason for calling him was in the first place so I was just trying to buy time.
Crap, right?
"Wow Swan," he whispered after a couple of seconds, ignoring my question, "I'm amazed that you actually called me. I started to think that you erased my number from your phone, just like you decided to erase me."
I closed my eyes as I lowered my forehead and placed it against my knees. Biting onto my bottom lip nervously, I shook my head. "I didn't think that you would call me back."
He remained silent on the other end of the line, his breathing the only thing telling me that he didn't hang up on me. Yet, at least.
God.
I didn't realize how much I missed the kid.
Like, tremendously.
He coughed as to clear his throat and I opened my eyes and lifted my head from my knees in response. "What's up Bella?" he asked, his voice calm and slightly irritated. "Why did you call me?"
I grimaced at his tone as I started playing around with the bottom hem of my shorts. "Uhm, I was just calling to…uh, ask you if your lights were out by any chance?"
"I wouldn't know," he answered, his voice vaguely higher as he left the quiet room that he was in and went into another one, where I heard music blaring in the background. "I'm not home right now."
"Oh okay, yeah, that's cool," I whispered quickly, my fingers frantic over the fabric of my shorts. "I was just…wondering, because my lights are out and, uh, 911 isn't really helping me, so God, you know how that feels. It's just frustrating me to the extreme because it's their job, you know, to help others in need, and they're just…notdoing it."
"Bella."
"Maybe I should just call their manager," I whispered, closing my eyes as I started banging the back of my head against the door. "Yeah, I should call the person in charge and give them a piece of my mind, because, hello, this is like…an emergency—"
"Bella, stop."
"And I'm like dying here, right? It's pitch black in this motherfucker and I can't even see my face…which I mean, okay, that might be normal because who can see their own face without looking into a mirror, right? But the problem is, I can't even see my goddamn mirror, and I'm just going a little crazy, I guess. No I'm okay, forget it. I don't even know what I'm talking about, I'm fin—"
"BELLA!"
I gritted my teeth as I lowered my forehead and placed it against my knees again. "Right. I'm rambling and making absolutely no sense."
He mumbled some curse word in response as I heard some chick laughing in the background before a door slammed shut, interrupting her nauseating giggles as the music disappeared.
Clenching my eyes shut, my fingers left the hem that they were strangling and I made a fist before slamming it against the floor by my side. "Maybe now is a bad time, yeah?" I asked, my voice not showing the annoyance that was currently running through my system as I tried to remain alright.
"Is there any specific reason as to why you're calling me, Bella?" he asked, his voice frustrated as he ignored my question. "I get that you have a hard time in dealing with the situation that you're in, but why call me? I'm sure that someone else can help you. Did you try Mike?"
Well.
Ouch.
That kind of burned, a little bit.
I remained silent as I kept my eyes closed, unsure of how to go about and answer his questions because I was unsure on why I even called him for this to begin with.
I should have known that he would have responded this way.
My eyes opened as I heard a soft groan of annoyance on the other end of the line and I was about to just tell him to forget about it but his voice interrupted me before I got a chance of opening my mouth.
"Are you alone?" he asked, the frustration that was previously in his voice, now gone. "Where's the midget?"
Placing the back of my head against the door behind me, I answered his question. "Yeah, I'm alone. Piggy is at your parents place, she wanted to spend the weekend over there."
"Alright," he whispered, "I'll be there in ten."
I grimaced slightly, suddenly feeling bad that he had to leave the place where he may have been enjoying himself to come by and just keep me company. "Are you sure, Edward? I mean, you don't have to."
"I would tell you to leave the door unlocked, but I'm willing to bet on my life that you already got that shit covered."
I pursed my lips, trying to stop the small laugh that wanted to escape my mouth as I pictured him rolling his eyes at me with that statement.
"Whatever dude," I whispered, shaking my head as I lowered my hoodie from my hair. "Just hurry up and—"
Hang up on me.
Yep. That was exactly what I planned to say.
Seeing as to how I heard the dial tone.
After lowering my cell phone and placing it against my knees, I rolled my eyes as I saw 'Call Ended' flash across the screen before the light went out completely.
Fantastic.
Thank you battery.
I appreciate your nothingness.
NOT!
Twelve minutes Later:
I lifted my head from its place against my knees when I heard heavy footsteps coming from the hallway behind the front door that I was leaning against. After pushing myself up quickly, I turned around and used the wall as my aid by placing my hands against it and following it towards my kitchen door.
When I felt the frame of the kitchen door underneath my fingertips, I turned around and placed my back against the wall next to it. Using one of my hands, I carefully took a hold of the gun that was resting against my lower back before bringing it out.
You never fucking know, man.
I didn't know how much time went by since my cell phone decided to die on my ass, so I wasn't sure if it was Edward or not and I wasn't planning on just sitting around to find out.
Ready or not motherfucker, I was prepared.
Narrowing my eyes at the complete darkness that enclosed me, I held my breath as I heard the front door swing open quietly. Lifting my arms, I straitened them out and ran my thumb across the safety as I clicked it off.
I gritted my teeth as I heard the front door slam shut, but my hands that were placed around my pistol remained steady, unaffected by the fear that decided to evade my blood.
The heavy footsteps that I heard out in the hallway were much more quieter as they walked across my carpeted living room floor, so my aim faltered slightly because I wasn't really sure which direction to switch it to.
And that uncertainty scared me.
I figured that if I speak and it's Cullen, then I have nothing to worry about. If I speak and it's someone that had no business in being in my apartment, then their voicecould help me out in some way.
Before I even had a chance of opening my mouth, the air that was around me changed from lightness to heaviness.
Suddenly, it felt as if someone was right there. In front of me.
My heartbeat stuttered—the sound deafening to my own ears—as I felt someone's hands over my own that were holding onto my gun. I held my breath—my lungschoking—as he or she quickly turned the pistol around and pressed the barrel against the front of my neck, the action rendering me motionless as the back of my head hit the wall behind me with a thud.
"Tell me where she is, motherfucker, and I'll think about not emptying the bullets of your own gun into your fucking throat."
I scrunched my eyebrows together, like wha?
Before I got a chance to open my mouth and speak, the kid—not so
goddamn gently, mind you—shoved the barrel that was against my throat farther into my skin, causing some kind of choking sound to escape my lips.
"Let me find out that one of your people laid one goddamn finger on any part of her skin, and you're all dead."
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat before choking out his name. Trying to drop my hands from under the grip that he had against them, my eyes narrowed in his estimated direction. "Let your grip go!"
"Christ Bella!" he growled, his hands over mine, gone. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that it was you! I was two seconds away from shooting your fucking head off!"
"I tried to!" I whispered angrily, sliding my thumb across the safety and clicking it on before letting my gun drop onto the floor. "You kind of made that shit impossible, what with you pressing my own gun into my goddamn throat, you imbecile!"
He whispered a curse word, his breath hitting my face—making me too lightheaded—as I felt his fingers over the front of my neck, gently running themselves over the skin there. "I tried calling you twice and it went strait to voicemail. I didn't know it was you, I thought it was…"
I raised an eyebrow at his pause as I lifted my hands and brushed his fingers off of me. "You thought it was who, Edward?"
"Are you alright?" he asked, ignoring my question.
So I returned the favor and ignored his. "Who did you think it was?"
"No one you need to worry about," he mumbled, his voice sounding more distant, meaning that he was getting ready to walk away from me. "You must have some candles in your apartment, y—"
I decided to jump.
On him.
Because the distance irked me, at a time like this.
He groaned at the impact of my interruption before I felt his arms go out and wrap themselves around my waist as he lost his footing and fell back, causing him to land on the floor with an oomph and me to land on top of him with an internal mmmhmm.
Because, you know, his body against mine was delicious, and all.
I heard a small thump against the floor, which was probably caused by the back of his head hitting the carpet underneath him and I pursed my lips as I tried to hide my snort.
"That was dramatic."
"Well that's what you get for trying to walk away from me," I replied, placing my hands against his chest as I looked down at where I thought his face was. "You know that I hate that shit."
A couple of seconds went by in silence.
The only thing audible, our breaths, as we exchanged the delectable, mouth watering air that stood around us.
The feeling of our hearts against each others chests as his beat into mine and mine beat into his…
This time, fast against fast.
It was like a drug.
And I didn't know if it would keep me awake or just put me to sleep.
But I didn't care, because either way, his mere presence caused excitement to run through my blood when I needed it, and calmness to take over my system when all I desired was relaxation.
And as long as it stayed that way, I wanted it forever.
"So, can I suggest something?" he asked, his breath against my nose amazing and yummy as he moved his hands off of my hips, causing me to pout, all not fair like.
Placing my chin over my hands that were against his chest, I raised an eyebrow at him as I laid my legs over his. "Mm?"
"Can we, at least, move over to the couch?" he asked as he bent his knees slightly, causing my legs to fall off to the side.
I narrowed my eyes at him as I placed my hands against the floor by his shoulders and slid my body up slightly, causing a soft groan to escape his lips and a smirk to overtake mine. "Why?"
"Because while this position is all nice and comfortable and who the fuck cares for you Bella, it's not for me. So come on," he whispered, his voice all goddamn sexy like and…
God. Why is he taking so long in getting us naked, already?
"Am I too heavy?"
He huffed at my question and I opened my mouth slightly…
Because first of all, yum.
And second of all, he couldn't see the action, so my embarrassment on the matter was non existent.
"Yeah, that's it, you're too heavy, so move your fat ass, please."
"Okay," I whispered, placing my cheek against his face as I slid my hands down to his and interlaced our fingers. Closing my eyes, I grinned. "Just, give me a second."
"Why do you need a second?" he mumbled against my skin before turning his face, cheek against cheek as he tightened his hold around my fingers slightly.
"Can you just shut up, Edward?"
He snorted as he lifted his arms and placed our joined hands over my back. "Shutting up."
10 Minutes later:
"Bella."
Letting go of his hands, I placed my own against the floor by his face as I lifted my head and opened my eyes. "What can I help you with?"
He moved his hands that were against my back over to my hips, his grip against the skin there, quite nice, as he answered my question with a edgy voice. "It's been a couple of minutes."
I nodded as I licked my lips. "Yeah, I know."
"Alright Bella," he whispered, in some exasperated way as he sat up quickly, causing me to follow as I gripped onto the fabric of his shirt to prevent my ass from falling off of him. "Come on."
Placing my thighs against his hips, I raised an eyebrow at him as I straddled his yumminess. "What's your dilemma?"
"You can get off of me now."
"But I'm fucking comfortable," I complained, placing my arms over his shoulders as I narrowed my eyes in his estimated direction. "And I like my spot."
"Yeah, well so does my dick," he replied, lifting my ass off of his lap using his grip against my hips before setting me down onto the floor next to him. Giving my shoulder a light push, which caused me to grind my teeth in return, his voice came out amused. "Thank you."
I growled as I lifted my hands and searched for his face. After finding the sucker, I decided to push it. Just because. "You're not welcome."
"Come on," he whispered, the sound of his voice telling me that he stood up already. "Let's go."
I raised an eyebrow. "Where are you?"
"In front of you."
Lifting one of my hands above my head, I rolled my eyes. "Well, give me your hand, Edward."
"Bella, if I give you my hand, don't fucking pull me down."
I pursed my lips as my other hand found his sweatpants. "Alright."
"I'm not joking around Swan," he growled as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled my hand off of his clothes. "I swear to God."
"Alright!" I laughed, holding out my other hand. "Christ!"
"Are you ready?"
I snorted as I wrapped my fingers around his wrists and placed my feet against the floor. "Are you ready?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him as I used all of my strength to pull him down.
And mission accomplished.
Nice, right?
"Christ woman," he groaned, shaking his hands out of hold before placing them by my shoulders. Lifting his upper body off of mine, he growled. "What is wrong with you?"
"Now, I'm warm," I whispered, biting onto my bottom lip as I wrapped my thighs around his waist and locked my feet. "Stay like this."
"Bella," he gritted, causing the grip that my teeth had against my lip to become more painful. "My dick likes you on top just as much as he likes you on the bottom."
Placing my hands underneath my head, I grinned as I loosened my thighs from around his waist and pressed my feet down against his ass, pulling his lower body towards mine. "Well, I'm sure that I can help your dick, in some way, Edward."
He lowered his head down to my neck as he held in his groan, but he couldn't deny me of it because I felt the shit against my chest.
"No," he whispered—in some unconvincing way—as he shook his head and tensely rolled his hips into me, once. "He doesn't need you help."
Turning my face towards his, I raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"I'm leaving," he threatened, quickly lifting his mouth from my neck.
"Fine!" I growled, falling right into his stupid warning. "Get off of me!"
"Unwrap your legs."
Doing exactly as he ordered, I pushed his ass off of me. "Fine!" I spat.
"Cool!" he spat back, literally.
I growled, hardcore, as I lifted one of my hands and ran my fingers across my lips, wiping away his prick saliva, causing him to return my growl with one of his own, only more hardcore—er.
Twenty Two Minutes Later:
"This is fun."
I rolled my eyes at his not so funny sarcasm as I lifted my legs up onto the couch that we were sitting on before placing my chin against my knees. "I'm cold."
"Hearted."
Looking over to my right, I narrowed my eyes at him. "I hate you."
"Bella, I could always go and get you something warmer to wear from your bedroom," he whispered, his voice faint, seeing as to how he decided that it was best to sit on the other side of the couch, and at the spot that was farthest away from me.
"No," I mumbled, closing my eyes. "You're not leaving me."
"Well then, I'm sorry that you're cold and that you don't want any help. Do me a solid and go to sleep."
Opening my eyes, I threw my hands up in the air before letting them drop onto the couch, in some fed up way. "Christ, Edward!"
"What do you want me to do Bella? I'm offering you my help and this fear of darkness that you have is retarded. I'll be gone for no more than two minutes. I'm not going to die. You're not going to die. Your Achilles tendon will be fine. The 911 caller that you talked to earlier is not after you. And yes, I fucking get the fact that you know the five point palm exploding heart technique."
"Edward, can you just…get naked, please?"
"Wha—why—who—Bella."
"What?" I snapped.
"How in the hell would me getting naked help you?"
This kid.
Right?
"Edward, that's a real goddamn general question that you just asked me. I have many acceptable reasons as to how your nakedness would benefit me. Would you like to hear them?"
"Yeah no, I'm good. What I'm asking you is how would me getting naked help you with your situation of being cold, right now?"
I shrugged, like duh, it's not rocket science. "It's not a big deal, Edward. You act like I haven't seen it all before. Don't be such a pussy."
"Oh come on, Bella. Don't act like I'm being all timid about the shit. If I had the choice of free ballin' it every hour of the day, I wouldn't hesitate, and you know that."
I nodded because, yeah, he wasn't bullshitting.
He claimed that he liked the fresh air.
Weird, I know.
But pleasant, nonetheless.
Leaning back into the couch, I ran my hands up and down my frozen legs, trying to take some of the edge away. "Well since you don't have a problem with it Edward,come on and lets do the shit so that you can keep me warm with your body heat."
"Oh, that's brilliant."
"Tell me something that I don't know."
"And is not happening."
"Why are you acting like this Cullen?" I asked, my temper getting the best of me as I clenched my fingers together. "You're acting fucking mean and so goddamnunnecessary right now."
"Why have you been ignoring my phone calls?" he retorted.
I gritted my teeth as I placed my forehead against my knees and closed my eyes. I did not want to get into this shit, right now.
He laughed as I remained silent. "Exactly."
Thirty Two Minutes Later:
"Can you shut up?"
"I'm not…talking!" I growled, like leave me the fuck alone. Please.
"Well, grind your teeth or something. They're chattering."
"I can't…help it Edward," I gritted.
I felt the couch dip slightly, which meant that he was standing up and I groaned. "Don't leave, I'm…sorry, I'll try and…stop it."
"Come on," he whispered, his voice in front of me as he grabbed onto my hand with his own. "We'll go into your room together and try and find you something warmer to wear, yeah?"
I nodded as I placed my feet onto the floor and stood up. After pulling me in front of him, he pressed his chest against my back and wrapped his arms around my shoulders as he led the way.
When we reached the door to my bedroom, unscathed, I turned around and placed my hands against his biceps. "How did you get us here without bumping into shit along the way? That was pretty fucking amazing."
He laughed quietly as one of his hands remained on my hip and the other one went to my jaw before he lifted my chin slightly. "I guess I just know the area."
I hummed as I moved one of my hands to the back of his neck while moving the other one to the front of his chest, where I pulled on the fabric a little bit as I stood up on my tippy toes. "It seems to me that you have some sort of talent, Edward."
He hummed back but as soon as my lips brushed against his, he shook his head and leaned back quickly. "Open the door, Bella."
I rolled my eyes as I turned around. Placing my hand against the door knob, I twisted it and grimaced as it stayed put. "Oppsie."
"Oppsie?"
Looking over my shoulder, I let go of the handle. "Earlier, I had the door locked with my keys in my room. I got out of the shower and came out here and closed the door. My keys are still in there."
"Bella."
Turning around, I threw my hands up in the air and then snorted when one of them connected with his nose, causing him to hiss before he grabbed onto my arms and pressed them against my sides. "Sorry about the lock, I didn't mean the shit!"
"Do you have any of your clothes in Midget's room?"
I shook my head as I groaned. "Negative."
Then I heard some rustling around of some sorts.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Here."
Placing one of my hands over his chest, I used my other one to take what he placed against my stomach. "What's this?"
"My sweatpants," he answered, letting go. "Put them on."
Leaning against the door, I let my hand that was against his chest drop before I raised his pants up to my nose. "You'll freeze."
"Don't worry about me," he whispered. "The sooner you put them on, the sooner you'll get warmed up. Stop smelling them. You freak."
I narrowed my eyes at him.
How in the hell did he know that shit?
Lifting one of my hands, I gave him the finger.
Nothing.
Creep.
Shrugging my shoulders, I placed my ass against the door and lifted one of my legs as I shoved it inside the pant leg, repeating the action with my other leg before pulling them up over my hips. "I wasn't smelling them."
Pulling me away from the door, he turned me around and rolled the waistband of his sweatpants so that they weren't hanging off of my ass. Placing his hands over my hips when he was done, he laughed as he started leading us out of the hallway. "Yeah, you definitely were."
One hour Later:
Sitting on top of the kitchen counter, I looked over to my right and grinned at the kid and he rewarded me his own lazy grin as he lit up the last candle with his lighter. "So, what did you do?"
He raised an eyebrow at me as he took a hold of the bottle of whiskey that we were sharing. "What do you think I did?"
I looked at him incredulously. "Edward, please don't tell me that you…"
He smirked at my pause as he lifted the bottle up to his mouth. After taking a swig of the alcohol that we've cleverly decided was going to help us with the cold, he shrugged as he handed it to me.
"Did you hit that?" I asked, taking a hold of the candle before moving it to my other side and placing it by the sink.
He laughed as he turned around and placed his hands against the counter before lifting his body and taking a seat next to me. Meeting my eyes again, he nodded. "Yeah, I hit that."
"Throw up in my goddamn mouth."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on Bella."
My jaw dropped. "Edward, are you serious right now? The woman was forty three. You were seventeen!"
"And I needed someone to show me the ropes," he replied, nudging my shoulder with his own. "It was a perfect goddamn opportunity."
I shook my head as I brought the bottle up to my mouth. After taking a long sip, I groaned.
At him, not the taste, of course.
"That's so gross, dude."
"Nah," he whispered with an intoxicating smile as he grabbed onto the whiskey when I went to place it on the counter. "To my recollection, it was really nice."
I snorted as I lowered my head. "I can't believe that is how you lost your virginity. You idiot."
"It was a bet," he whispered, his voice showing no shame. "I couldn't just say no to the shit."
Lifting my head, I cocked it to the side slightly as I looked into his eyes and pointed at his skull. "You're not alright up there, you know that, yeah?"
He snorted as he turned his body somewhat and lifted his legs. As he leaned against the wall, he placed his feet over my lap and raised an eyebrow at me. "Have you ever caught your parents getting it in?"
I looked at him, like come again?
"Did you?" he asked, his voice muffled as he placed the top of the bottle against his lips and paused.
"Really, Edward? That's your question?"
He nodded with amused eyes before taking a sip.
I rolled my eyes as I snatched the bottle out of his hand before he had the chance of placing it into his lap. After taking my own sip, I pursed my lips as I shrugged. "Maybe."
"Well, what happened?"
"The first time that I caught them in any compromising position, I was like, I don't know, seven years old or something like that."
He placed his arms across his chest and nodded in some 'you have my complete attention' type of way, causing a snort to escape my throat before I continued. "So after getting ready for bed, I kindly decided to walk into their room and wish them a good night."
"And?"
I grimaced before I gagged. "And my moms hand was on his…ewe."
He pursed his lips as I placed the bottle against the counter. "Don't stop there, Bella. What was her hand doing on his junk?"
"Edward, I'm not talking about this," I mumbled, shaking my head as I lowered it. "You're sick."
Nudging his foot against my stomach, he laughed. "Bella, come on."
I groaned in disgust, meeting his eyes as I placed my hands against his feet to hold them still. "What, man?"
"You're talking to me. I know, first hand, how much of a freak you are with anything that involves sex. Don't get all reserved about the shit."
I rolled my eyes as I lifted my hands and raised my hoodie over my head. "Well come on, Edward. Don't make me say the shit. You know what she was doing."
"I do?" he whispered, his lips tight as he raised an eyebrow at me.
I narrowed my eyes at his delight. "What would a girls hand be doing on a guys ewe, Cullen? Don't be stupid."
"Alright, so what?" he shrugged, "your mom was jerking your pop off."
I growled at his nonchalance as I ran one of my hands down my face and used the other one to pick up my whiskey. "You're repulsive."
"After you saw that shit, what did you do? Join in?"
I choked on my drink and he lifted one of his leg from my lap before placing his foot against my back and patting me. Returning the bottle back onto the counter, I glared at him as I wiped my watery eyes and he grinned at me as he winked.
"You are beyond obnoxious, you know that? Are you drunk already?"
"No," he whispered, narrowing his eyes at me slightly, like he was offended that I asked him that shit. "So, what did you do?"
I looked at him, like, duh asshole. "I did what any normal seven year old would do. I screamed in horror and then I fucking ran."
Reaching out for the bottle, he laughed. "You ran?"
"Hell yes. I ran into my room and hid under the blankets." I snorted as I shook my head. "Oh God, but that shit wasn't the worst part."
He smirked at me after taking a short swig of the alcohol and placing the bottle against his chest, his eyes on mine. "Tell me."
I grimaced as I placed the back of my head against the cabinet behind me and closed my eyes tightly, absolute repulsion written across my face as I thought back to thatnight.
Christ Almighty.
That memory, I could definitely do without.
"My pop came into my room two minutes after I witnessed the horror of my parents fooling around..to tuck me in."
A loud groan escaped his throat and I opened my eyes before looking at him. "No fucking way."
"Can you imagine the goddamn expression that was written across my face? It was a mixture of paralysis, constipation and a smile—that was forced, mind you."
"That's fucking great," he laughed, shaking his head.
I rolled my eyes as I placed my arms across my chest. "How about you, did you ever catch Esme and Carlisle?"
He shook his head as he lifted the whiskey and took a long pull of the liquid before placing the bottle on the counter. Keeping his alcohol induced eyes on mine, he gave me a crooked smile as he raised one of his feet and placed it against my cheek, causing a growl to escape my throat as I smacked it away.
Tipsy Edward.
Charming, right?
He laughed as he interlaced his fingers together before placing his hands behind his head. "I never caught them doing anything. They knew how to lock their goddamn door, unlike someone I know."
"Oh come on, you liar. There had to have been one time that they weren't careful. I caught my parents numerous goddamn times."
He snorted. "Yeah, well that sounds like a problem." He shrugged as he shook his head. "But on a serious note, I never caught Esme and Carlisle doing anything. They were pretty good with that shit."
But then he grimaced.
And I smiled.
Because lets face it, bitches.
Esme is a hot piece. And she's feisty. In her own timid way.
So, with that said, it really wouldn't shock the shit out of me if her bedtime activities with her man consisted of her yelling out some shit like 'Oh, spank me, big poppa!'
I could absolutely imagine that woman saying something like that and maybe even while whipping the shit out of Carlisle's naked ass.
Not saying that I'm thinking about the chiefs naked ass.
Because I most certainly am not.
That would be inappropriate.
Anyway, back to my goddamn point.
Esme is a hot piece, who—if we're keeping it real—can't resist her mans charm and wicked good looks.
Carlisle is Edward—horny is my middle name—Cullen's Pop.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
When you combine those two exquisite creatures, I can almost one hundred percent guarantee you that Edward saw something that he didn't want to see.
You get what I'm verbalizin?
"Spill."
He groaned—like the memories that were running through his mind caused actual pain—as he lowered his arms and placed one of his hands underneath his shirt. My eyes immediately followed it's lovely movements against his abdomen as his eyes closed in relaxation.
"Even though I never saw anything, that doesn't mean that I haven't been tortured with their cries of passion."
I grimaced—licking my lips slightly—as my gaze left his shirt and returned to his face. "Oh God. That is worse than actually seeing the shit, in my opinion."
He nodded as his eyes opened. "I would go to sleep with a goddamn pillow over my head to drown out the sounds."
I grinned, like I knew it, man. "So Esme is loud."
He narrowed his eyes at me as he shoved his feet underneath my hoodie and shirt, his cold skin against my warm skin causing me to recoil. "The problem wasn't my mom."
"No!" I laughed, "Pop?"
He growled at my hilarity as he ran the hand that wasn't under his shirt over his face. "Fuck, Bella. It was disturbing."
I shrugged as I placed my hands over his legs. "I mean, yeah, I get the fact that it was disturbing to you, because he's your Pop and all, but give the man a break. He was getting it in. And if I'm keeping it real, guys that are loud with that shit—not obnoxiously loud, mind you—but loud nonetheless, it's nice."
"It's nice?"
Meeting his shocked eyes, I nodded. "Hell yeah. For example, your noises? Christ, they drive the fucking orgasm out of me. It's a perfect goddamn combination. And you don't fake it. Ever. If you don't like it, you don't like it. And whether other chicks care about that shit or not, I do. It's your body and you let me know what you enjoy and what you don't enjoy."
I raised an eyebrow at him as he lifted his feet from my skin and lowered his legs so that they were hanging off of the counter. After grabbing a hold of the bottle that was next to his hip, he closed the distance in between us and leaned over me, causing me to lean back slightly as he kept his darkened eyes on mine and emptied the whiskey into the sink.
And if his eyes didn't capture mine with their intensity at this current time, I would have knocked his ass into the next century for wasting any part of my wonderful goddamn liquor.
"You're done drinking?"
He nodded, his eyes still on mine as he wet his lips and took a hold of my hips. A small yelp escaped my throat as he lifted my ass from the counter and placed me on his lap so that we were facing each other.
Tight. Hardly any space in between us. Incredible.
After letting go of the grip that he had over my hips, he ran his hands up and down my thighs that were pressed against his waist, the pressure mind-numbing. My breathing picked up, indistinctly, as I lifted my hands from his biceps and placed them against the cabinets that were behind his head.
"Hearing that shit come out of your mouth Bae, the confidence of you not being ashamed of speaking your mind, drives me crazy."
Cocking my head to the side slightly, I grinned. "Really?"
Placing his forehead against mine, he hummed something delightful as one of his hands left my thighs and went to the front of his sweatpants that I was wearing. My eyes followed his as he lowered his gaze into our laps and my teeth went over my bottom lip as both of us watched his knuckles run themselves against me, once.
"I'm starving."
Smirking at his statement, I closed my eyes in pure contentment and lowered my forehead from his before placing it against his neck. The muscles of my lower abdomen twitched, involuntarily, as he took a hold of the front of my waistband and pulled it away from my skin, a small whimper escaping my throat as I felt the roughness of his knuckles against my softness.
"Bae?"
Lowering my hands from the cabinets, I placed them over the back of his head as I scooted into him, just a little bit. As my center brushed against the hardness that was sheltered by his worthless boxers, a soft growl rumbled against his chest and I…
Hummed. Like, thank you Lord.
"We need to talk."
As I opened my eyes, I lifted my forehead from his neck and shook my head, my lips brushing against the side of his open mouth. "Later."
Leaning away from me quickly, the back of his head hit the cabinet behind him with a loud thud and he cursed in aggravation before narrowing his eyes at me as I pursed my lips.
"Come on Bella," he whispered irritably as he extracted his fingers from my waistband. "Stop with this avoidance bullshit."
I cursed his existence as I lowered my head and groaned. "Can we just…not…right now?"
Placing his fingers underneath my chin, he lifted my face and shook his head at me. "Please tell me why you decided to ignore me for the past two weeks?"
Placing my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow at him as I cocked my head to the side. "Why haven't you apologized to Mike?"
He looked at me like I was out of my mind. "I haven't apologized to the kid because there was never a need for me to."
I nodded slowly. "I see."
"Wait a goddamn second," he whispered, scrunching his eyebrows together as he placed his hands against the counter. "Murphy is the reason as to why you have been ignoring me this whole time?"
I looked at him with disbelief. "Edward, you nearly beat the living shit out of him. How is that okay?"
"Christ Bella," he whispered, his eyes furious. "I didn't know that you cared so much about the kid."
"Of course I fucking care about him, Edward. Mike is a member of our goddamn team, our family. Come on, now."
He rolled his eyes. "Give it a fucking break Swan," he replied in some even tone. "He survived, no worries."
My jaw dropped. "Please tell me that you didn't just say that shit."
He shrugged. "The kids golden."
"Amazing," I whispered, half to myself, shaking my head at him as I placed my hands over his shoulders. Pushing myself off of his lap, I moved over and returned to my previous spot on the counter. "You shock the shit out of me sometimes."
"How so, Bella?" he asked, jumping off of the counter before turning around and facing me. "Please enlighten me," he whispered in some mocking type of way as he placed his arms across his chest.
"Edward!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air, exasperated. "Did you not hear what came out of your mouth a second ago?"
He laughed as he lowered his head and ran his hands through his hair, pulling it slightly. "Take it easy, Bae. That statement was kids play compared to the other shit that I've said before."
"You have issues."
Lifting his head, he raised an eyebrow. "I have issues?"
"Yeah," I replied, nodding. "Issues."
"Well, fuck Bella. Tell me what my goddamn issues are, yeah?"
Placing my hands against the edge of the counter, I did just what he asked of me. "Your anger, Edward! That shit was uncalled for."
"Oh," he whispered, nodding his head in some slow way as he took a step towards me. Placing his arms across his chest, he cocked his head to the side slightly. "Okay, so let me get this shit strait so that we're on the same goddamn page. When a guy puts his hands on you, it's no big deal. I'm supposed to just sit back and take it, right?"
Taking another step towards me, he continued as he placed his hands next to mine against the counter. "I mean, shit. Here I thought, that leaving a mark on a female as a male myself was uncalled for. Maybe I need to re-evaluate, because according to you, Miss. Bella I-Can-take-care-of-myself Swan, that behavior is goddamn appropriate."
I placed my hands in my lap as he pushed himself away and walked over to the kitchen table. After taking a seat and leaning back into his chair, he grinned as he shook his head. "You know what, Bella? I get it now. And I apologize for even thinking about stepping in, since you seem to be okay with shit like that."
"What are you talking about?"
Placing his arms across his chest, he shrugged. "I'm talking about the fact that you seem to be okay with men putting their hands on you. If we're keeping it real, let's stop with the bullshit. What thrills you about the act, Bella?"
I narrowed my eyes at him as I cocked my head to the side and placed my hands against the counter. "What exactly are we talking about here, Edward?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he replied slowly, in some hard tone as he glared at me.
I gritted my teeth as I jumped off of the counter. Leaning against it, I placed my arms across my chest. "Go ahead, tell me."
Interlacing his fingers, he placed his hands behind his head as he shrugged his shoulders. "Phil. Or how about Kevin? And let's not forget about our great friend Mike, of course."
I lowered my head and closed my eyes—his words hurting me to the core, the nauseating sound of stillness permeating the air around us while we remained silent—as I tried to will away the prickling feeling behind my eyelids.
"Just forget about it Bella," he mumbled, his voice low. "It doesn't even matter anyway because whatever I say, you take it the wrong way. I didn't m—"
I lifted my head and met his eyes, the expression across my face interrupting his bullshit before he lowered his head and ran one of his hands down his face with a groan.
"Deep down inside, you honesty think that I enjoyed what Phil and Kevin did to me," I stated angrily, my voice shaking as I lifted my hoodie over my head. "What you're telling me right now is that you think that I got some goddamn thrill out of it?"
He avoided my eyes as he shook his head and stood up. Taking a hold of the chair, he growled as he pushed it underneath the table with one hand and used the other one to run his fingers through his hair.
"Fuck! Get out!" I shouted, my glare fatal as I lifted one of my hands and pointed at the kitchen door. "Immediately!"
"No way," he replied in some calm manner, placing his arms across his chest as he met my eyes again. "We're talking."
"No, we're done," I corrected as I brushed past him and walked over to the door. Holding it open, I nodded at him. "Leave."
"No," he whispered, shaking his head as he walked over towards the counter. After turning around, he leaned against the marble and threw his hands up in the air. "Jesus, Bella. Can't you see that the kid wants you? It's so goddamn obvious!"
"Oh, fuck off Edward," I spat, letting go of the door. "I was the one who asked Mike to teach me how to fight. It was my idea from the get go. And if you would have given me the chance of explaining that shit to you, your issues wouldn't have been an issue, that night."
Placing his arms across his chest, he shrugged. "He wants you."
I gritted my teeth. "No, he doesn't."
"Yes, he fucking does."
I laughed, un—fucking—amused, as I violently shoved my hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, half hoping to rip the material in the process. "You're just saying that shit to justify your actions. But you know what, Edward? Even if what you're stating is true, it doesn't matter to me. What you did was inexcusable. It was fucking insulting and un—goddamn—forgivable."
Cocking his head to the side slightly, he raised an eyebrow at me as he lowered his arms from his chest and placed his hands against the edge of the counter. "Oh, alright Bella, so let me get this strait. While you're okay with him feeling some type of way for you as he trains you on how to fight, you expect me to feel the same way?"
I rolled my eyes as I leaned against the wall next to the door, my fingernails digging into the skin of my palms as my anger continued to grow at an astounding rate.
He laughed, the sound irritating to my ears, as he shook his head at me in some you're silly type of way. "Yeah, no. That shit isn't going to happen. I'm not going to just sit around and allow some dude who's trying to get his hands on what's mine around you. No fucking way."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
In the words of Piggy: Oh no, he di'int…just say that to me.
I laughed at him, in some 'oh, you're about to get it' type of way as I lifted my hands from my pockets and placed my arms across my chest. "Listen, Edward. If you'retelling me that I can't talk to any dudes, who may have a little crush on me, then we have even bigger problems than I thought."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Get this strait Cullen," I continued, giving him a piece of my goddamn mind. "I hang out with dicks. Always have and always will. I have one genuine female friend, and that's Rose. Now, while I understand your concern for any other males trying to claim what's yours, you need to understand something. I am not going to sit here while you tell me that I can or can not have any guys as friends. There is absolutely no way in hell. Please let me remind you, that I am my own goddamn person. Who I choose to hang out with, I hang out with. And if you feel that that is a problem in any type of way, then you can just go and simply fuck off. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, Edward, and I'm sure that any one of your female friends—who mind you, I have no problem with—can satisfy you with your demands. I'm sorry lover noodle, but I am not going to change my life preferences for your ridiculous desires. Take that as you may."
His eyes darkened as his jaw tightened, and for the first goddamn time since I have known the kid, the want of licking it was slim.
Because lets keep it real ladies.
No man has the right of that much control over a woman.
Please, don't get it twisted.
"I never said anything about you not being able to hang out with any males, Bella. I just don't trust Mike."
I shrugged. "Trusting Mike is not the problem. Do you not trust me?"
He rolled his eyes. "Of course I trust you, Bae."
"Well then," I replied, "problem solved."
Placing his arms across his chest, he raised an eyebrow. "How is that?"
"Edward, if you trust me in the fact that I would never do you wrong, then Christ, what the hell is there to worry about? Don't you see that I am not that goddamn chick?"
"I understand that Bella," he groaned, running his hands down his face as he lowered his head. "I just know that the kid has ulterior motives behind his actions, fuck."
I growled as I threw my hands up in the air. "Like what, Edward?"
He pushed himself away from the counter and walked over to me as I stayed against the wall. "Can you tell me something?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"When you were looking for a guy to teach you how to fight, did you call the rest of the team and ask them before calling Mike?"
I nodded as I placed my hands against my hips. "They didn't want anything to do with it, because of you."
He nodded as he shrugged. "And when you called Murphy and asked him if he could teach you, he had no problem in it, yeah?"
"So?"
He shook his head as he lowered it. "So, he knew that this would happen, Bella. He didn't give a rats ass about fighting me because he knew how I would react and hewanted that goddamn reaction. He wanted you to see me for the fucker that I am. He banked on it, just to get your approval."
I rolled my eyes as I lowered my head and ran my hands down my face, no longer wanting to talk about Mr. Michael Murphy.
Edward just didn't get it.
It was his goddamn behavior that irked me. His nonchalance about the subject matter. And here he is, trying to talk to me about Mike and how the kid wants me and blah, blah, fucking blah.
I didn't care about that shit.
Desperately wanting to change the subject—as quickly and effectively as possible—a question that I have been meaning to ask him popped into my head. "Edward?"
As he lifted his head, his exhausted eyes met mine. "Yeah, Bae?"
"Who is the guy that Sarah mentioned to you that night?"
He raised an eyebrow. "She mentioned some guy?"
I nodded as I lowered my hoodie from my hair. "She said something along the lines of 'look at me, not him.' Who was she referring to?"
"I don't know," he whispered, his voice defensive, therefore telling me that he knew exactly who I was asking about. "I don't remember."
My eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm sure that you remember, Edward. That statement of hers stopped your fist from connecting with her face."
He shrugged. "It was probably Mike."
I shook my head as I shoved my hands inside the pockets of my hoodie. "No, it wasn't. It was someone else." Cocking my head to the side slightly, I raised an eyebrow. "Whose face were you picturing?"
"No ones."
I growled at his response as I turned around and pushed the door open before I stepped out of the kitchen. "I am so done with these secrets Edward! I can't take it anymore!"
He laughed as he grabbed onto the door before it had a chance of closing behind me. After pushing me aside as I headed for the front door, he walked over to it and blocked my exit. "Secrets! You hold a ton of them, Bella. Don't talk to me about how you're done with them and how you can't take them anymore!"
"Leave!" I yelled, glaring at him, "please, just go!"
"No!" he shouted, returning my glare with one of his own as he ran one of his hands down his chest. "Christ! We need to fucking talk! Stop running away from me!"
I gritted my teeth as I grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled on the fabric—wanting nothing more than to destroy the tee—causing him in return to roll his eyes at my actions as he stepped away from the door with his hands raised. "I am not playing with you, Edward."
"I am not playing with you either, Bella," he hissed, taking a hold of my wrist as I went to unlock the door. After pushing me up against the wall, he placed his hands on the paint, on either sides of my waist as he trapped me in. "God, just fucking listen to me for a second!"
I clenched my eyes shut as I lowered my head and took a couple of slow, deep breaths, trying to control my temper. "Edward, I honest to God, right now, hate you. I truly fucking hate you."
As he pushed himself away from the wall, I kept my head lowered but opened my eyes, the growl that left his chest captivating my attention as he started pacing through the living room. "Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way Bella, but I can't deny the shit any longer. Truthfully, I tried to will these goddamn feelings away but Ican't."
I scrunched my eyebrows together as I lifted my head. "What are you even talking about?"
His eyes met mine again—for a second—before he ran one of his hands through his hair as he walked over to the center table and slowly took a seat, in some defeatedtype of way.
Meeting my eyes again, he threw his hands out in front of him, like he couldn't help the shit. "I fucking love you Bella," he whispered, his voice a soft hum. "Honest toGod, I. Love. You."
My eyes widened. "Come again?"
He shook his head at my reaction as he lowered it. Roughly running his hands down his face, he shrugged. "You're it for me, Swan. I…"
"Oh heaven about us, it's late," I mumbled, freaking the FUCK out as I lifted my hand up to my face and looked at the non existent watch that wasn't around my wrist.
After lifting his head, he looked around the room with puzzled eyes before they met my taken aback ones as he raised an eyebrow at my interruption. "Okay?"
"Goodnight," I whispered without delay, looking away from him as I quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Sweet dreams."
Standing up from the table, his eyebrow raised higher as he nodded towards the open door. "Are you…kicking me out?"
"I think so. Well no, I don't think so, I know so. Yes. I'm kicking you out, Edward—but shit. Not in some mean way. That sounded really mean, and I'm really not thatmean. You know, it's just…wow…look at the time, right? LATE! I'm practically sleeping already."
Taking a deep, much needed breath, I nodded like some insane person as I continued. "As a matter of fact, this is me sleep walking. Tragic."
He scrunched his eyebrows together as he raised his arm before placing his hand over the back of his neck and scratching the skin there. "Oookaaay."
"Okay!" I yelled loudly, THROWING my hands up in the air like I was in some sort of celebration mode.
And then I cringed as I lowered my arms and placed them across my chest, death gripping the sleeves of my hoodie.
Because on a serious note, I wasn't at any party, and there REALLY wasn't any need for me to throw my hands up in the air like that.
It seemed kind of, inappropriate, I think.
He grimaced somewhat—and honestly, I don't know if it was caused by the constipated smile that I was currently expressing, or if it was caused by him noticing that he had to leave my apartment only wearing his boxers and a tee.
"Can I maybe have my sweatpants back?"
Sweatpants, at a time like this?
Get a clue, dude.
I shook my head as I quickly stumbled past him and headed down the hallway. "Buenas noches!" I shouted—in some godforsaken Spanish accent—as I left him alone and half naked.
Finally reaching the door to Piggys room, I lifted my leg and kicked it open before stepping inside. Leaning against the wood after locking myself in, I groaned as I slid down onto the floor and ran my hands down my face.
"Oh Lord have mercy on my stupid ass."
That announcement of his, scared the crap out of my life.
He…loves me?
Edward Cullen…loves me, Bella Swan?
No. It can't…be.
I can't handle…that.
I mean, goddamnit.
I groaned as I heard the front door slam shut from the living room, which meant that the kid left, underdressed. Placing my hands against the floor underneath me, I crawled over to the bed and climbed on.
Why did he do that shit, man?
He ruined…everything.
We were in a middle of a goddamn argument and he decided to just drop that…bomb on me? Like, I would be okay with it?
Uh, negative Cullen. NEGATIVE.
I was definitely not okay with it.
And now, I was confused about where we stood.
I'm not ready…for that.
I just couldn't return the favor. No way. Not right now.
How am I supposed to love him, when I didn't even like myself?
Okay, so here I go for a long ass authors note, stay with me hookahs!
So, I went to my first story, and read through some of the beginning chapters, and eek!
I definitely want to edit some stuff.
Not the story, per say...everything is remaining the same, there will be no changes in anything like the characters, plot, etc.
I'm only correcting spelling mistakes, and the way it flows, and taking out a couple of 'fucks' that I think I over exaggerated =)
So as of right now, I'm editing. The first story.
Of course, I am still continuing with this one...hello, I can't just stop it like this...and I don't think that I'm anywhere near done, anyway.
It just might take longer for me to update, that's all.
But I'll be back...soon =)
And get ready for some jealousy, titty twists, and kicks to the groin. Oh, and the sex. Please. Dont forget about the sex.
It's about to get hot in this bitch.