Sorry, You're A What?
Chapter 10- 50's Dances, Jackets and Ephyl Chloride
A/N: Hey guys… here is the next update. Warning: It has A LOT of drama. Oh and thank you to all my reviewers, alerters and favers… You guys are the best! And I wanted to ask, I finally put onto my profile my beta reader profile, so I'm accepting Beta requests. If any of you want me to beta your story just PM me.
Anyway, enough of my jabbering.
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Bella's P.O.V
I grinned as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I had bought with Angela the previous day was breathtaking. It was a mossy green, that brought out the green in my brown eyes, as Angela had said. It had short sleeves, a slightly puffy skirt and was a minidress. The lady in the store had told us it was an authentic 1950's taffeta prom dress. I had matched the green dress with silver sandals and a silver clutch bag, and I had on an intricate blonde 1950's style wig. I didn't even look like me anymore; I looked like this funky 1950's girl.
I looked beside me and saw that Angela was grinning too. She had on her light brown hair a long black wig that had a 50's hairstyle. She was dressed in a colorful red and black swing dress with a belt. She had paired it with some black heels and a black clutch.
"Wow," Was all she said, as she took in our reflections.
"You can say that again," I mumbled, pulling up the pink lipstick from on my dressing table. It was a vibrant shade of pink. We were at my house, getting ready for the 50's dance, which was supposed to start in about an hour.
"Wow," Angela repeated. I punched her lightly in the arm, and then looked at her dress. She looked gorgeous. We both did. And the guys were going to be so impressed.
"Angela, do you not spend any time in the sun?" I asked her, looking at her skin. It was the color of snow, a pearly white. Not as white as Edwards porcelain skin but almost.
"What do you mean?" Angela exclaimed, smearing blush on her cheeks.
"You just look so white. So pale," I pointed out. I parted my lips and applied from the bright lipstick. Bright lipstick was apparently 'The rage' back then.
Angela shrugged, snatching the lipstick from me, then decided that the red one would match better with her outfit. She applied, pouting slightly then turned to me, "I don't know. I don't notice any difference," She cried, gesturing towards her skin.
I don't know why but there was a subtle difference in Angela. Her skin was a more pearly white, her lips were pinker even without the lipstick, her hair was glossier and her eyes were sparklier than ever.
"Are you sure you didn't do some sort of makeover or something?" I asked, as I sat down on my bed. I was ready for the dance now.
"What makeover? No, I didn't do anything," She told me, sounding surprised as she replaced the cap on the tube of lipstick. She came and sat down next to me on the bed, clutching her purse to her chest.
"Oh my god, Bells. I'm so excited. Ben is going to be there!" She exclaimed, her light brown eyes sparkling with excitement.
"So is Ian," I muttered, not knowing why I even brought him into the conversation.
Angela's eyes seemed to widen. "What is going on between you two anyway?" She demanded.
"Ange, there's nothing going on between us," I answered her, honestly. She seemed to believe me, because the surprised look on her face turned to relief.
"Good Bella, cause I still think he's bad news," She reminded me, looking concerned.
I rolled my eyes, "and I think that you and Edward should give him a chance. Try to be his friend. He's been through a lot. His parents died, I already told you his story yesterday at the shop," I told her.
"Yeah, yeah. So his parents died, doesn't make him a saint," She exclaimed.
I gasped, "Angela! How can you say such a thing?" I reprimanded.
"Bella, it's so true. I told you before, I have a really bad feeling about him," She warned.
"You and your bad feelings!" I cried, my voice rising a few decibels.
"It's like something I've never felt before," She pointed out to me.
Suddenly, Edward came in, looking a vision in a gray suit with a green tie, almost the same color as my dress. He must have seen me getting it and decided to color coordinate. "Hey ladies, what's up? You both look 50's fabulous!" He smiled at each one of us. Angela and I smiled back.
"I was just trying to convince Bella that Ian is a psycho," She burst out.
"And I'm trying to convince Angela that he's a perfectly nice guy," I shot back.
"Psycho,"
"Nice Guy!"
"Psycho!"
"Nice Guy,"
Edward pinched the bridge of his nose, looking stressed. "Both of you stop it. We're not in the fifth grade anymore," He pointed out.
Angela and I looked at him sheepishly. "Besides, I agree with Angela. That drink thing proved he is a weirdo," Edward concluded.
"Thank you!" Angela exclaimed, shooting me a triumphant smile. She stuck her tongue out at me and waggled it.
I couldn't help but giggle. "Edward, don't even get me started on that drink thing. You didn't need to lie so you could get Ian in trouble," I started.
Edward cut me off, looking so hurt as if I had just slapped him. "I'm not lying, Bella. He switched the drinks," He explained.
"And why would he do that?" I demanded, standing up and putting my hands on my hips. I was sick of them being mean to Ian for no reason other than they didn't like him. It just wasn't fair to him. "He's not an extra on Criminal Minds, you know. He's merely a teenage boy. A nice funny one, who happens to be good at Tango dancing," I smiled as I remembered last night. It was fun to hang out with Ian, knowing that there is no sexual pressure. We could be friends and we didn't have to be anything more.
Edward was silent for a couple of seconds. Angela looked confused like she was trying to piece together our conversation and try to understand what the hell was going on. "Why would he do that?" I burst out again.
"Because he loves you," Edward said, quietly.
"No, he doesn't. He told me he just wants to be friends," I told him.
"Bella, I know he loves you." Edward shot me a knowing look.
"Maybe you understood wrong, and besides: if he loved me as you claim he does, then why would he put alcohol in my drink?" I asked him.
Edward was not the one who answered. Instead Angela jumped in. "Bella, you and I both know that you get majorly tipsy even if you take a tiny shot of alcohol, so maybe he wanted to work that to his advantage," She explained.
"What? No, Ian would never do that," I told them. Edward and Angela looked like they wanted to protest, so I continued, confidently.
"And if you are both so hung up on the idea that he's in love with me, I'll ask him tonight at the dance if he is, but I bet he isn't," I added.
Angela and Edward nodded their approval. "But for the record, Bella, he so is!" Angela blurted out.
I rolled my eyes just as a car honked outside. We peered out of my window to see Ben in a green Hyundai Matrix. It looked new. "New car?" I muttered to Angela.
She nodded. "His uncle must have got it for him," She smiled as she gazed out of the window.
"Ben!" She exclaimed.
"Play it cool," I reminded her.
Angela nodded, then bit her lip. "What if Ben doesn't like me anymore?" She asked.
"He agreed to go with you, so he must," I told her.
She grinned, knowing I was right.
"Angela, did you get paler?" Edward asked, a confused look on his porcelain face.
"That's what I asked her!" I cried.
Edward chuckled, and Angela shook her head. "Guys, I didn't do anything to myself," She assured us, perplexed.
Edward and I grinned at each other. Edward still looked confused. "Are you sure?" He asked.
Angela let out an exasperated cry and hurried down the stairs. Edward chuckled, then we linked hands and walked to Ben's car.
Ian's P.O.V
I stared into my mirror, brushing my curly black hair back. I smeared some gel in my hair, and then looked over my outfit. I was in a black suit Vickie had bought me for the dance. Apparently men wore suits back then. Go figure. I looked over my reflection one last time before stepping back. I fastened my wrist watch onto my wrist then sighed. I would never be as perfect as Bella's boyfriend. I would never have a chance against him. He was like a freaking Greek god. And I was still trying to be the nice guy. But Vickie was right, every time I was nice to Bella, she liked me more. The nicer I was, the closer we got. And if the nice guy thing wasn't going to work out, I could always turn to more drastic measures. I had a few tricks up my sleeve if I was going to force Bella to be with me. I hurried into my sisters room, hoping she wouldn't be there. I rummaged through her drawers, looking for the thing I needed. A can of Ephyl Chloride that Vickie often used to use as a painkiller after mom and dad died. The doctors had prescribed it for her because she had often gone into depression, so they would spray this aerosol version of it and she would pass out, and when she woke up she wouldn't remember why she was upset.
I took the small can of Ephyl Chloride and stuffed it into my jacket pocket, in the back so that nobody would see it. It would be perfect for my plan. Ideal. If things came to the worst, I would have to resort to it. I headed out of Vickie's room, a big smile on my face. I put my shoes on, and then shuffled downstairs. Vickie was in the living room, textbooks spread out in front of her.
"Hey Vick," I cried, flopping down onto the couch. "Whatcha doing?" I asked, breezily. She had tied her shoulder length black hair in a French twist and her blue eyes flashed.
Vickie groaned, "I'm writing a paper. 10 pages. Due in 2 days," She complained.
"I'm sure you'll do great," I assured her, getting up.
"Aren't you going to your dance?" She asked, suspiciously.
I nodded, "Yup, I just wanted to see what you were doing," I explained.
She nodded, "Have fun!" She ordered, smiling a little as she scribbled something down.
"Bye," I muttered, heading out of the front door. I headed towards my red Chevrolet and got in. As I started the engine, a big smile formed across my face. I was going to win Bella Swan over, whether the easy way or the hard way.
Bella's P.O.V
I grinned as we pulled up in front of the school. The decorations were seriously over the top, and I hated to admit this but Lauren and Jessica and the rest of the Spirit committee (which I had not wanted to join because it took up practically all of their free time) had outdone themselves. Almost as good as Alice's decorations. Ben pulled into a parking space, and we all got out. Edward opened the door for me, and I got out, pecking him on the cheek.
"Isn't Ben a little bigger than before?" Edward whispered, in a voice that Ben and Angela who were getting out of the other side of the car, wouldn't hear.
I watched Ben help Angela out of the car, and almost let out a gasp as I realized he was now taller than Angela and bulkier. Why was everybody changing? It was so weird.
Edward pulled our tickets out of his jacket pocket, and we started into school, Angela and Ben following. I looked back and saw that Angela had a giant smile on her face, so I was glad she was having fun. We showed our tickets to Zoë who was sitting at the door. She smiled and let us in. "Have fun," She cried, giving us a small wave.
I smiled back and led Edward into school. As soon as we stepped into the hallway, we could tell the dance was poppin'. Hound Dog by Elvis Presley was playing loud and clear, and as we stepped into the gym we saw a flurry of color. Everyone was dressed in colorful fifties clothes, their hair in wigs or else styled in a 50's hairstyle. Everyone was dancing the jitterbug, and I giggled as I saw Peter and Jojo on the dance floor. Peter was dressed in an Elvis Presley costume, and Jojo was dressed in a pink swing dress with a black belt, some black shoes and a black clutch. Joanna's dark brown hair was styled in a curly 50's hairstyle, and she had bright pink lipstick on her lips. I waved to them, and they both waved back.
As 'That's Amore' by Dean Martin started, Edward pulled me onto the dance floor. Suddenly Edward pulled me to him, his hand on my hip. He placed my hand on his shoulder, and we clasped our other hands to the side. He stepped backward, then pulled me forward. "You step forward, and I step back," He instructed me.
I nodded, a little unsure but obeyed. We swayed back and forth to the music for a few turns, then he dipped me back and twirled me around, then we started the back and forth motion again. "What is this dance called?" I asked Edward.
He grinned at me, my favorite crooked smile. "It's the Foxtrot, baby doll," He muttered, seductively. I giggled, and we continued to dance until the song was over. As 'Unforgettable' by Nat King Cole started, someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"May I cut in?" Ian asked Edward, who just held me tighter to him. He didn't reply.
"May I?" Ian repeated.
Edward sighed, "It's up to Bella," He muttered.
"Bella?" Asked Ian, smiling at me as he held out his hand.
I shrugged. "Just one dance?" Ian pleaded, and I just sighed and took his hand. Edward stepped away, narrowing his eyes at Ian.
Ian smiled as he started to sway me slowly to the music. "Do you want me to teach you how to dance the Waltz?" He asked me. "It was popular in the 50's," He added, shooting me a wolfy grin.
I shrugged, "Sure,"
He started off by placing my right hand in his partners left. He draped his right hand on my left hip. I felt Edward grind his teeth from behind us, and I shot him a tiny smile over Ian's shoulder.
Ian then helped me position my left hand on his right shoulder. We started dancing to a 1-2-3, 1-2-3, count. Stepping backwards on the first count, then forward, and on the last count sliding our right foot to the left and landing on our toes. I giggled. It was kind of fun.
"You like?" Ian asked, smiling as we repeated the count until the song came to an end. Edward came over, just as 'You, You, You' by the Ames Brothers started.
"Your song is over," He informed Ian who just shook his head.
"It's up to Bella to decide," He told Edward.
"She's my girlfriend," Edward reminded him.
"Well, she's my, uh, friend," Ian shot back.
I sighed, "I'm going to get a drink," I cried, heading off. I watched as Edward went off to stand with Angela and Ben who were standing by the door, and Ian headed in the opposite direction.
I watched as Lauren and Jessica approached with their dates. They shot me smug smiles, and I just rolled my eyes. Lauren had on an outrageous long frost blonde wavy wig, a white and light green tube dress, and some light green heels and a clutch. Jessica however was dressed in a disgusting yellow puffy dress, which looked like it belonged to a chicken. She had on a short blonde wig which made her look hideous, and some gold stilettos and a gold bag. Tyler just smiled a little my way, dressed in a light green suit to match Lauren's dress, and Jesse Newton, who came with Jessica, was dressed in a navy blue suit with a yellow tie. He winked at me, as they passed by.
I just rolled my eyes and headed to the drinks table. I was about to put myself some punch when someone held up a cup, and poured me some punch into it. He handed it to me, and I realized it was Mike Newton. He had on his arm, his girlfriend Lucy, who he had cheated on me with. She had on a peach colored mini dress with a slightly puffy skirt, silver heels and a silver bag. She had styled her ginger hair in an elaborate fifties hairstyle.
He held out the punch, and I took it warily. "What do you want?" I asked him, rolling my eyes slightly.
He sighed, "Bella, come on. Don't be like that," He pleaded. Lucy smiled at me, kindly.
"Be like what?" I asked, innocently.
"All cold and not the Bella I know. Come on, we used to be such good friends," He complained.
"Well that was before you messed it up," I reminded him, sipping my punch.
"Bella, we both got our happy endings. Why can't we be friends?" He asked, almost pleading.
"Because, friendships are built on trust, and you abolished any trust I had in you," I told him.
Lucy stepped forward, smiling at me. "Bella, come on. I've always wanted to be your friend. Mike said he was sorry, and I am sorry too. We should have waited until you guys broke up," She cried.
I scowled at them both, "Well that didn't happen. And it broke my heart," I reminded her.
Mike sighed, "I'm sorry, I mean it. Please can we just be friends?" He asked me.
I finished the punch, and placed the empty cup in the trashcan. "I'll think about it, Mike." I muttered.
Lucy and he both grinned at me. "Thank you, Bella," Lucy exclaimed, then they headed off to the dance floor to continue their dance. I sighed, and headed to the ladies room to reapply my lipstick.
Ian's P.O.V
I watched as Bella headed into the ladies room, and decided that I had to put a plan into action. I headed over to Angela who was standing with her date. Edward was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, Angela," I cried, trying to be enthusiastic.
"Hello?" She muttered, her date looked suspicious.
"Erm, could you tell Ed that Bella wants him to go to her house and get her a jacket? She spilt punch on dress, and she's in the ladies room trying to clean it," I told her.
She looked reluctant. "I did see Bella go into the ladies room." She muttered. "Hey! Why don't you tell Edward?" She asked.
"Angela, it's no secret that Edward and I loathe each other," I reminded her.
She nodded, "Fine, I'll tell him when he comes back from outside. He was answering his cell phone," She told me.
I just nodded, and headed towards the punch table to get a drink. Phase one, complete.
Bella's P.O.V
I headed out of the ladies room after applying lipstick to find Ian standing by the door. I jumped, surprised.
"Whoa! Dude, you scared me!" I exclaimed.
Ian chuckled, "Sorry about that, Bell- may I call you Bell?" He asked.
I shrugged, "That's a new one. Everyone calls me Bells," I told him.
"Even Edward?" He asked, as we headed back into the gym.
I shook my head, "Nope, Edward doesn't really nickname me," I muttered. I grinned as 'Come on-a my house' by Rosemary Clooney started. It was one of my favorite 50's songs. Renee loved fifties music, so I had gotten accustomed to most of the popular songs.
"I love this song," Ian exclaimed.
"Me too," I muttered, in disbelief. He pulled me to the dance floor and we started to swing to the music.
"Where's Edward?" I asked, noticing he wasn't there.
Ian sighed, "He saw us dancing right now, and stormed out. He must have got mad or something. When you were in the bathroom, he came over and started yelling at me about stealing his girl," He muttered.
I sighed, "I don't know what his problem is," I murmured. "He and Angela are both insisting…" I started then trailed off.
"Can I ask you something, Ian?" I asked.
"Sure, Bell. Anything," He mumbled, swaying me to the music. His blue eyes sparkled with happiness.
"Are you in love with me?" I asked.
Ian's P.O.V
"Because Angela and Edward are both insisting that and I assured them its not true," She continued.
I decided to lie. It would get Bella on my side. I could proclaim my undying love for her later.
"Sorry, but that's utter B.S. I am not in love with you." I muttered. I am not in love with you, I am totally insane about you. You are my reason to live.
Bella's eyes lit up, as if in happiness. " I knew it! Oh my god. I knew it was true when you were telling me you wanted to be just friends," She cried, and before I knew it, I was in her arms. She was hugging me. I wanted to stay like this forever.
"Of course we're just friends. Best friends in fact. That's the thing I like best about you, there's no pressure," I lied. I want all the pressure, I love you.
Bella laughed again, "Whoa, That's what I was thinking. Oh god, I'm so relieved," She exclaimed.
I smiled at her. Did she know that her laugh was the most beautiful sound ever? Not birds singing, or the ripple of a waterfall, but Isabella Swans laugh. "Me too, Me in love with you? How hilarious," I lied, laughing along with her.
She laughed too, "I love this about our friendship. It's so easy. All the other guys, they make me so nervous, because I know they're crushing on me or something. This is like amazing," She told me.
"No crushing on you here," I lied. "In fact I have a girlfriend," I told her.
She smiled, her face lighting up. Her deep brown eyes sparkling. "Really? Tell me about her. What's her name?" She demanded, as we swayed to the music. A new song had started. 'Don't be Cruel' by Elvis Presley, I think. I wasn't really an expert on 50's music, but Vickie loved it, so she always had it on at home.
"Erm, her name is Courtney," I started, picking the first name that came into my mind.
Bella smiled at me in encouragement. "And?" She prompted.
I decided to turn things up a notch. "She's blonde, with these amazing green- blue eyes, 5'5 and has a tan. She's from California, and she's done some modeling and acted in some commercials. She's into water polo, and ice skating and she was a runner up for Miss Seattle," I fibbed, starting to enjoy myself.
"Wow, I have to meet her. She sounds amazing," She smiled her beautiful smile at me, then looked around.
"Seriously, where is Edward? I'm getting tired. I want to go home," She exclaimed.
I shrugged, "I could take you home," I suggested.
She looked uncomfortable for a second. "Maybe Angela and Ben could take me home," She muttered, but Angela and Ben had already gone home.
"They left 10 minutes ago," I told her, and that was the truth. Angela was in tears, and Ben was following behind her.
She sighed, "I guess you could take me home," She muttered.
I grinned, and I led her out of the gym and towards my car. I jumped in quickly and sprayed the Ephyl Chloride in the car. I shoved it into my pocket, put a piece of foam in my nose which was effective for blocking the smell but not noticeable, and went and opened for Bella the door. She got in, and leaned against the chair.
Bella's P.O.V
I got into Ian's car and smelt something slightly strange but ignored it. I got in, happy at the sudden warmth and leaned against the chair. He closed the door, smiling at me slightly then got in too.
I started to feel sleepy as soon as he closed the door. He had on some really relaxing music, and I couldn't help my eyelids from drooping as Ian started to drive. As I drifted off to sleep the last thing I felt was Ian wrapping his warm jacket around me.
Edward's P.O.V
I sighed as I snuck into Bella's window. Thankfully, it was open. Angela had just told me that Bella needed her jacket so I decided to get it for her. She said that she would have told me earlier, but I was outside on the phone with Alice, who was asking me what was my favorite color on Bella, and what was her favorite color, and what was her clothes size, shoe size and more because she was having a Bella-based shopping spree in Paris. I also talked to Jasper, who seemed very bored and tired of all the shopping, but of course he couldn't say no to Alice. Alice wanted to talk to Bella, but apparently she was in the ladies room so I couldn't get her.
I headed over to Bella's closet, trying to remember what Bella had been wearing. Oh yes, a green dress. I quickly snatched up a white jacket and jumped swiftly from the window to the ground, hoping I wouldn't attract attention. Charlie was home, and he had ordered a Chinese takeout, and was feeling excited as he watched the game. I then started walking back towards the school then headed back to Bella's house and got into my car that was parked in front of the house. Maybe Bella would want me to drive her home, instead of Angela and Ben or something.
I headed towards the school, and parked in an empty place. Then I hopped out, Bella's jacket in hand, and headed into the school. Neither Bella, Ian, Angela nor Ben was inside. They must have all gone home. I headed over to Mike Newton who was the only other senior I actually recognized.
"Did you see Bella?" I asked him, clutching her jacket to my chest. It smelled of her, so aromatic and so of her strawberry shampoo.
He was dancing with a ginger haired girl. Whoa, that guy is hot. She was thinking. I ignored her as she sent me a flirty smile, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Nope, I was talking to her earlier. Oh yeah, she left with that Ian dude," Mike informed me. "I don't like him," He added.
"Me neither, but that's not the point. What about Angela and Ben?" I pressed.
"They left 10 minutes or so before them," Mike told me, twirling the ginger haired girl.
I nodded, "Thanks Mike," I muttered, before heading off. I had to get to Bella before that mongrel does anything to her. I hated him so much. I rushed into my car, and started trying to focus my mind so I was searching for Ian's thoughts.
I sped down the road, frantically searching. I listened carefully, then suddenly I heard him. I'll take Bella home. She wont even know what happened. He was thinking. I felt a surge of anger and got out of the car and headed towards his thoughts. They were getting stronger and I was getting madder. I want to kiss her so much.
Suddenly, I saw his red car. It was speeding along, but the road was empty. I hurried towards it, not wanting to attract attention, but not able to prevent it. I knocked on the car window, then opened Bella's door. Ian was forced to stop the car, and I pulled Bella quickly into my arms, throwing his jacket back at him. There was a smell of some sort of drug in the car, but I couldn't place it. Not that Jerk. Ian was thinking. I wrapped Bella in her white jacket and started heading away.
Ian hopped out of the car, looking mad. Come back here son of a…Luckily he didn't complete the thought. Luckily for him, of course. I would have rammed my fist up his face and given him a knuckle sandwich. "Bella wanted me to take her home," He pointed out. The poor kid looked like he was trying not to lose his temper. Good, it was both of us.
"Well, I'll bet she was looking for me first," I reminded him, knowing that was what Bella always did.
He was silent for a couple of seconds. "Well, she, uh, told me to take her home. I'm her best friend." He muttered.
I laughed, "Since when?" I asked him, gently stroking Bella's cheek. She was so out she didn't even wake up.
"Since today, dude" He told me, a triumphant smile flashing across his face.
"Er 'Dude' she only has two best friends, Angela Weber and my little sister Alice Cullen," I informed him.
Ian rolled his eyes, "She doesn't tell you everything you know," I think I'll try to lie a bit more to make them fight. Ian was thinking. He got a mischievous smile across his smug face.
"Like what?" I demanded.
"Like how she practically kissed me today." He lied, and I could tell he was lying.
"Shut up, liar," I muttered, scanning his thoughts and knowing it was in fact a lie. Bella would never kiss him anyway. She was too hung up on the idea that they were just friends.
"I'm not lying," Ian fibbed again, pouting. Yes, pouting.
"Er, yes you are. And I got to go get Bella home, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense," I muttered, stalking away.
"I'm going to get you, Edward Cullen." He yelled.
I chuckled, "Sure, I'd love to see that," I murmured, knowing he could hear me. Then I got into my silver Volvo and put Bella on my lap. Then I started to drive carefully towards her house, shooting a smug look in the direction of the red Chevrolet.
Bella's P.O.V
I woke up, safe and sound in my bed. I was dressed in my nightgown, the wig off, and in Edwards arms. He smiled at me, and kissed my hair. Thank goodness, the stupid itchy wig was off.
"Good morning," I muttered.
He chuckled, "It's not morning yet. I just brought you home from the dance. Charlie dressed you by the way, I just snuck in through the window 15 minutes ago," I explained.
I smiled, "Well, what happened to Ian?" I could remember something about him taking me home but I couldn't remember what happened or anything.
"Er, he let me take you home," He explained.
I nodded, leaning my head against Edward's chest. "Edward?" I asked.
Edward smiled at me, "Yes, love?" He asked.
"Why did you get mad and leave when me and Ian were dancing?" I questioned, watching his face carefully for his reaction.
He looked shocked, "What? Where did you get that idea from?" He demanded, looking a little annoyed, but adorable all the same.
"Uh, Ian told me," I muttered, innocently.
Edward was about to say something, looking annoyed, but I cut him off before he could even start talking. "Where did you go then?" I asked.
"Didn't you tell me to get you your jacket?" Edward asked, looking perplexed.
Now was my time to look confused. "Huh? No!" I cried.
"It seems that Ian has been making some things up," Edward stated.
"No, he wouldn't do that." I murmured, automatically.
"He told me you tried to kiss him," Edward pointed out.
I gasped, "What? I did not, Edward you've got to believe me," I burst out, frantically.
Edward however chuckled. "I know, Bella. I read his mind and it said he was lying. And he put something to make you fall asleep in the car. You don't even want to know what he was going to do with you," He muttered, sounding furious.
He hugged me closer to him, and I sighed. "Edward, why are you doing this?" I asked.
Edward looked confused, "Doing what?" He wanted to know.
"Pretending that Ian does things and he doesn't. He just wants to be friends with me. With us all, yet you and Angela don't give him any chances at all." I complained.
"Bella, he's a psycho!" Edward cried.
I yawned sleepily, "You just don't like him for some reason," I muttered.
Edward sighed, "That's true, but what about that lying thing he does?" He asked.
"Edward, he doesn't mean it, he just gets muddled up," I defended my new friend.
"Why do you always defend him?" Edward demanded.
"Because he's a really good friend. He really made me happy today, and I don't think that he'd ever try to hurt me on purpose," I explained to Edward.
Edward sighed, "You have got to believe me." He pleaded.
I frowned, "Well, I don't. You haven't liked Ian since you met him,"
"Well, I'm sorry but the first time I met him, I was punching him half to death because he was trying to kiss you!" Edward exclaimed.
"He's changed since then. He even has a girlfriend," I pointed out.
"He does not," Edward relented.
"He told me so himself," I informed him.
"He's lying!" Edward shouted.
I put a hand on his lips, "Shh,,, anyway, we'll talk about this later, Goodnight," I muttered.
The last thing I heard before slipping into unconsciousness was Edward's sigh.
Ian's P.O.V
I hoisted myself up onto the ladder that was lying Bella's back garden. I climbed into it and then peered in through the window. I hid behind the curtain so that they wouldn't see me.
"Edward, why are you doing this?" I watched Bella ask Edward. How beautiful she looked.
The bastard looked confused, "Doing what?" He wanted to know.
"Pretending that Ian does things and he doesn't. He just wants to be friends with me. With us all, yet you and Angela don't give him any chances at all." She complained. I smiled, I loved her so much. She was defending me against her boyfriend.
"Bella, he's a psycho!" Edward cried. He's the one whose a psycho.
Bella yawned sleepily, looking like a little kitten, "You just don't like him for some reason," She muttered.
Edward sighed, "That's true, but what about that lying thing he does?" He asked. Sure I lied, but that was only for the best. So that Bella and I could end up together.
"Edward, he doesn't mean it, he just gets muddled up," She defended me again. I felt a surge of hope.
"Why do you always defend him?" Edward demanded. Because she loves me, dumbo.
"Because he's a really good friend. He really made me happy today, and I don't think that he'd ever try to hurt me on purpose," She explained to Edward.
Edward sighed, "You have got to believe me." He pleaded. No, she wont believe you. She believes me, sucker!
Bella frowned, still looking absolutely adorable, "Well, I don't. You haven't liked Ian since you met him,"
"Well, I'm sorry but the first time I met him, I was punching him half to death because he was trying to kiss you!" Edward exclaimed. Don't forget that I was punching you too.
"He's changed since then. He even has a girlfriend," She pointed out. Urgh, well not really….
"He does not," Edward relented. How does HE know? Is it that obvious?
"He told me so himself," My angel said. Have I mentioned how much I love her?
"He's lying!" Edward shouted.
She put a hand on his lips, how I wanted to be him so she could do that to me. Not fight with me, I mean, but put her hand on my lips. "Shh,,, anyway, we'll talk about this later, Goodnight," she muttered in a voice so quiet I only just picked it up.
I watched as she drifted off to sleep. Suddenly Edward hopped out of the bed, leaving her and came over to the window.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He hissed.
"None of your business, you arrogant freak," I muttered.
"It is my business if Bella's involved," He jeered, looking like he wanted to push me off the ladder.
"I'm going to get rid of you if it's the last thing I do," I murmured, coming close to him and jabbing him in the chest.
Edward chuckled, "Yeah, sure. Now get out of here, we'll settle this later." He muttered. What an idiot.
"Okay, I'll just go tell Bella's father you're here, and outside her window on a ladder," He added.
"Oh yeah, and I'm sure he knows she's sleeping in your arms." I muttered.
"Get out of here," Edward hissed, menacingly. Suddenly, something inside me cried danger.
"Okay, I will. But I swear to god, Edward Cullen, this wont end until I get Bella," I muttered, starting down the steps.
"And that will never happen," He spat at me.
"She's falling for me," I informed him, smugly.
"No, I wont let her fall for you,," He informed me.
I just rolled my eyes. "I'll charm her," I warned him. Loser.
"Not with me around, you wont!" Edward growled, a little too loud.
Bella suddenly stirred. "Edward?" She called, her eyes still closed.
Edward hurried back to her, "Yes love?" He asked.
"Who are you talking to?" She asked, sleepily. She looked so cute in her little nightgown.
"Erm, nobody," Edward cried, rushing over to close the curtain, making me growl.
Bella just yawned, and I watched through the thin cloth as Edward got into the bed next to her. She leaned against him and he kissed her on the cheek. "Goodnight," She muttered.
I hurried down the ladder, furiously. I placed the ladder carefully on the floor, then headed to my car. I got inside, slamming the door. In that moment, I realized that I would do anything to be where he was. Anything at all. I realized that even if I had to force Bella to be with me, I would do it. Nothing was going to stand in my way.
A/N: And that was our favorite Psychopath, Ian Flemming. What do you think Ian is going to do? And did you like the new ending?
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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I do own Ian though….. but I don't want him :P I'd rather have Edward…