Hi. So, I would like to apologize for being pretty bitchtastic in my last A/N. Although I do wish people would bring up problems privately so I can explain things, it is also your choice to do so and I should respect that. So if you don't like the story, thank you for at least looking it up. I know a lot of people are busy this time of year.
Hopefully, Baby Bee won't have a completely horrific sleeping schedule, and if that's so then updates during the summer will be longer. Thanks for sticking with me!
Anyway, I know the Edward and Bella are both being pretty impossible right now. Trust me, that is the way I've planned it to be. Everything will go according to plan, and we will get our happy ever after eventually. And a few people asked- I do know Emmet is spelled with two t's on the end, Microsoft word always just autocorrects it for some reason. If it's that big of a deal I can go back and change it, but I'm not going to do that until the story is done.
Okay, one last thing. If you don't like this story, that's cool. It's your choice. But if you don't like it…don't read it!
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Isabella Marie Swan:
As I waited for Alice, I was nervously pacing around my bedroom. I was dressed already, wearing a plain black dress and heels. But my wardrobe wasn't what I was worried about…it was this whole evening. I must be some kind of masochist to be agreeing to this dinner. If it were just Esme and Carlisle and Alice, I would have no problem with going. But when you added Edward and Rosalie to the equation, I was practically digging myself a grave. I don't want to break up a couple; I don't want to be that kind of woman. But if Edward truly isn't happy, I'm not going to let him go into this without knowing how I truly feel.
Nothing has really changed between us. I still want the same things, and as far as I know, so does Edward. I don't know if I should even try again, or if I should just let him be.
I knew that Alice's opinion wasn't exactly impartial, but it was at least something. I was a complete mess, I didn't know what I was going to do, and I was still in love with my ex fiancé. Thankfully, the doorbell rang before I could beat myself up about it, and I hurried to get the door. Alice was standing on my porch, wearing a green dress and smiling brightly. She breezed right past me into the house, dropping her purse on the table by the door as she passed.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Alice asked, and I turned around to see her walking down the hallway towards my bedroom.
"Um, where are you going?" I asked, shutting the front door and hurrying after Alice. Sure enough, she had gone into my bedroom and was already digging through my closet. "Alice, no. Come on, I'm already dressed and ready to go, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Alice didn't answer, she just continued to flip through my clothes busily.
I huffed loudly and crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for her to finish. I knew better than to come between Alice Cullen and a closet. Finally, she answered me. "Are you aware that lately, all you've worn is black?" She asked, and I started to tell her she was crazy…until I realized that she was right. For the past week or so, my wardrobe has consisted of mainly black. It wasn't a choice I had been making consciously; I hadn't even realized until now.
"I guess not." I mumbled, and Alice triumphantly pulled a hanger out of my closet, holding it up for me to see. It was a blue dress that I hadn't worn in ages, but it used to be one of my favorites. And if I remembered correctly, it had been one of Edward's favorites as well. I blushed, shaking my head. "Alice, I can't wear that dress." I said, starting to protest.
"Please, Bella. Blue looks so good on you." Alice pleaded. "Just put this on and then we can talk. I won't try and reorganize your wardrobe or anything." She said, and I rolled my eyes before yanking the dress away from her. I unzipped my black dress, letting it pool at my feet in a puddle of black fabric. I pulled the blue dress on, and then turned to Alice, putting my hands on my hips. "There, are you satisfied?" I asked snippily, and Alice nodded, sticking her nose up in the air. "Good. Sit down, we need to talk." I said.
Alice did as I said, sitting down on my bed patiently. "Alright. Let's talk." She said simply, and I sat down next to her. Now that the moment was here, I had no idea how to get this out. How was I supposed to tell Alice that I still loved her brother, and that I wanted to be with him again?"
I was silent for several minutes, and Alice just waited for me to gain the courage to speak. Finally, after a little while, I looked Alice in the eye. "I think I'm still in love with Edward, Alice, and I'm so confused." I confessed, and Alice raised her eyebrows at me. "I know that nothing between us has really changed. But seeing him with Rosalie…it's just reminding me of how much I loved him." I whispered. "Tell me the truth, Alice. Do you think Edward and Rosalie are happy?" I asked, and Alice pursed her lips.
"I think they could be." She said calmly, looking down at her hands. "But I also think that Edward won't let go of you, and that Rosalie sees that. And because of that…she's pushing him further away by picking fights and bringing up sore subjects." She explained slowly, still not looking me straight in the eye. "If you are still in love with Edward, I suggest that you make up your mind and do what you think is right. This is your decision, Bella. Not mine. I've meddled so much in the past, and I've learned that I'm not good at it. Honestly, I cause more problems than I solve. I'm not going to tell you to go to Edward. I'm telling you…that I'll support and decision you make." Alice finished with a deep breath, and then met my eyes and smiled sweetly. "You're my best friend, Bella. I would love to see you and my brother work things out. But again, it's up to you. And Edward, I suppose."
Nodding, I was quiet again. I was just as confused as I was before, maybe even more so. But at least I knew what I was going to do. Edward at least deserved to know how I felt. If he doesn't want to leave Rosalie, then fine. That's his decision. But I can't hold this feeling back any longer. My relationship with Edward was wonderful before we both stopped trying. Maybe if we hadn't, we would have been married by now. Maybe we could have gone to a counselor and worked things out. But maybe we wouldn't have.
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Esme Anne Platt-Cullen:
I twisted my napkin in my hands nervously, my eyes glued to the door. Every time it opened, I jumped in both nervousness and anticipation. "Calm down." Carlisle said calmly, pouring me a glass of wine and resting his hand comfortingly on my shoulder. "You're on pins and needles."
"Yes, well, I'm nervous." I replied, taking a small sip of my wine. "I love Bella, Carlisle. I love the girl like she's my own daughter. But I don't want to see her hurting…and I'm sure Rosalie will take one look at her and inflict as much hurt as possible." I tittered, and Carlisle sighed again. "If Edward and Bella really want to move on, then they should." I added simply.
Carlisle nodded, taking a drink of his own wine. "I know. But they're both too stubborn to face the music. You know that, Esme. Just let the whole thing drop." He advised. "I think Bella can fend for herself." He added, and I had to agree with that. In the time that I had known Bella Swan, she had always stood up for herself. Sometimes it wasn't obvious, though, especially in situations like these.
I glanced towards the door again, and I tugged on Carlisle's arm anxiously. Edward and Rosalie had entered the restaurant, both of their faces pinched.
"Be nice." Carlisle said softly, and I rolled my eyes. I was always nice. And sometimes that was one of my major quality flaws. Edward and Rosalie made their way over to the table, and Carlisle and I both stood up as they approached. "Rosalie, Edward, it's nice to see you." Carlisle said cheerfully, hugging Edward and Rosalie. I did the same, kissing my son's cheek as we embraced. I frowned slightly when I saw the uneasiness in his eyes. I didn't like seeing my son like this.
Rosalie looked around as we all sat down again, and unfolded her napkin on her lap. "Are Bella and Alice here yet?" She asked stiffly, and Edward stared down at is lap as Carlisle told her that they hadn't arrived yet. "Good." She muttered under her breath, and I shot Carlisle and exasperated look. He shook his head, and no one spoke.
At first, Rosalie had been a nice girl. But ever since she and Edward got engaged, I was surprised to see her obvious change in demeanor and behavior. I didn't know what was going on, but I had a feeling that it had something to do with Isabella Swan.
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