Sorry it's been so long. This is an early Christmas present for you guys.
Bella POV
I was dating Edward. I was dating Edward. The sweetest guy ever, someone who I thought would never hurt me.
So why was he so distant lately?
He seemed to be avoiding me. When we weren't dating, we spent nearly every second together. We were close in school, but after school, whenever I invited him to come over he would stutter and say things like, 'I have a family thing', or, 'I have a tonne of work to do'. And maybe these excuses were real but there were the guilty looks he shot me every now and then that told me otherwise.
We had only been dating a month, had he got bored of me that easily? Was he embarrassed of me? Why wouldn't he just talk to me?
I was currently lying on my stomach in the centre of my bed, attempting to get my homework done, but I was distracted. 30 Seconds to Mars' Night of the Hunter played in the background as I chewed on my pen top, trying to figure out not only the math problem in front of me but the mystery of what Edward was really up to.
Was he cheating? Did I just bore him in general and he didn't know how to break up with me? Was I just his ticket out of bullying and he only kissed me to make up for it? I thought he generally liked me. Perhaps I was wrong.
As if sensing my depression, my Dad knocked on my door asking if I was okay. I asked him to come in, I needed someone manly advice.
My Dad sat at the edge of my bed, his head cocked to the side, an expression of worry on his features. I grabbed the remote to my stereo and pressed pause and got up to cuddle in to my Dad. He would protect me if anything happened. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead, 'What's wrong, baby?'
I came right out with it and told him my frustrations. He listened and didn't interruptions. At the end of my rant, Dad frowned, 'That's not like the Edward we know, perhaps I should have a chat with him'.
I jumped out of his arms, 'Dad don't! Promise me you won't talk to him!' I pouted at him, begging him not to, that would just embarrass me!
He sighed and agreed, then that look showed on his face, one of mischief. That look was never good. 'Dad? What are you planning?' I asked hesitantly.
'Nothing sweetie, just carry on with your work'.
'Dad', I warned, 'tell me'.
He sighed again and smirked, 'okay, lets just say, I promised I wouldn't talk to him, you didn't say anything about your mother'. He ran out of the room, as I threw a pillow at him, which hit the back of the door as he shut it, he poked his head back and stuck his tongue out to me before shutting the door again. I laughed quietly, softly under my breath. No matter what, I at least had him and Mom.
I grabbed the remote again and hit play; 30 Seconds to Mars' Closer to the Edge started playing again. I fell back onto my bed and listened to voice of Jared Letto as he sang the words that sparked and encourage me, that if something happened, I'd be okay.
'I will never forget, I will never regret, I will live my life'.
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It was Saturday night, the day after I talked to my Dad and I was bored out of my fucking mind. Seriously I was close to painting my toenails pink and give myself a makeover; that's how bored I was. I was used to spending Saturday nights with Edward.
I flicked through the channels on the TV and found nothing. So Bored!
The bell rang and I jumped up, 'I'll get it!' something to finally quench my boredom a little.
I swung the door open and nearly shut it again.
Edward, holding a bunch of red roses in one hand and a tub of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough. Bastard knew they were my favourites.
I crossed my arms, and glared at him, but only half-heartedly, the cookie dough and flowers and buttered me up. Damn the cookie dough and flowers.
'I... I ...a...am s...so s...sorry', he stuttered and gave an innocent look. I cracked and jumped into his arms. Sense returned, I pulled away abruptly, and slapped at his chest.
'Where the fuck have you been!' I was angry and upset and angry. So angry I was repeating my thoughts.
'Language Isabella!' a distant yell sounded in the living room.
The anger dissipated, 'Sorry Daddy'.
I looked back at my boyfriend and crossed my arms again, waiting for his excuse.
'M...may I...I c...come i...in b...before I...I e...explain?' I huffed and nodded, stepping aside to let him in.
I started to lead him upstairs, responding to my Dad when asked to leave my bedroom door open, he was a Dad after all.
I sat cross-legged my bed, leaning against the headboard and watched as Edward put down the flowers and the ice cream on my bedside table which held a recent photo of us, where I was on his back and we were both beaming at the camera. This was taken in Port Angeles about two weeks ago, a winter wonderland had come to town, it was our third date.
Edward slipped off his shoes (he knew how much I hated shoes on my bed) and sat opposite me taking my hands in his.
'I...It's a...a s...surprise f...for y...you, y...you w...will h...have t...to b...be p...patient w...with m...me and t...trust m...me'.
'Edward what are you talking about? What surprise?'
He smirked, 's...surprise r...remember?'
I sighed in annoyance, 'I hate surprises', I complained.
Edward chuckled and shook his head.
My anger at him was gone, but what was he hiding? And I'm not a very patient person.
'How long will this "surprise" take?
Edward shrugged, 'a...as l...long a...as i...it t...takes'.
I sighed again but leaned in to kiss him because I hadn't kissed him in days.
Edward pulled me further down onto the bed, pushing me back so he hovered over me, grasping my hips and deepening the kiss between. Things became very heated and we were both gasping for breath. My top pushed up to the underside of my bra, Edward's hand was splayed across my stomach, I pulled at his hair and he moaned.
'Don't make me come up there, I can practically hear the panting!' My Dad yelled ruining the moment.
'Sorry Daddy'.
Edward pecked my lips one more time and moved off me, pulling me so we lay on our sides facing each other.
We spent the rest of the day talking, with the occasional kiss here and there. This was how I wanted to spend everyday.
With Edward.
Sorry if it's too short a chapter, I'm just so busy lately.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year :)
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