The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt:
Patience
Pen name: ladyinblue6
Pairing: Canon and non-canon
Rating: M

This is super short. Please don't be mad.



Edward dropped me off the next day at noon. We slept in until ten and then just hung out in bed for a while after that. Thankfully no one was at the house when we left. Carlisle was at work. Esme went to shop in Port Angeles, and Alice was still at Emmett's.

I didn't expect Charlie to be home. He usually worked on Sundays to make up for lost time during hockey season. That day, however, Charlie was waiting for me on the porch.

"Oh, uh, hey, Dad," I greeted as I took off my shoes and jacket. "What're you doing at home?"

"Lunch break," Charlie said. "Where were you?"

"It was Emmett's birthday party last night and I just stayed over at Alice's," I explained. I started walking towards the stairs. "I'm gunna go have a shower."

"Wait just a sec, Bella Marie Swan." I turned around, the guilt written all over my face. "I've heard a few things from the boys that I want to run by you."

"Oh?" I squeaked.

Charlie's eyes narrowed. "Are you dating Edward Cullen?"

"Um, well, yeah," I stuttered. "We just started dating yesterday."

"Are you two being…safe?" Charlie looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Dad!" I exclaimed, my cheeks burning. "We don't need to have this conversation. I'm seventeen. Mom covered all of that stuff a while ago."

"Just making sure," Charlie mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know, I really like Edward, but he's still a teenage boy, Bells."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what goes on in locker rooms, Bella," Charlie continued. "You've heard enough stories from me. Even the guys with girlfriends talk shit in the locker room."

"That kind of talk doesn't really mean anything though, Dad," I said. "It's just some joking around."

"Just be careful, Bells," Charlie murmured. "And from now on, you'll be telling me where you're staying."

"Okay," I sighed.

Soon enough, everyone knew that Edward and I were dating, but things didn't change that much. Edward started picking me up for school and we hung out by ourselves after school. We argued sometimes, but that was bound to happen. We still had our differences.

Edward became my best friend. When we were alone, he was the sweetest guy in the world, but as soon as we were around the hockey team, he turned back into the cocky kid I met in September. I wished everyone could see the side of Edward I got to see.

Soon, Christmas rolled around, and the boys finally got a break from hockey. It was the hardest I'd ever partied in my life. Every night from the 19th to the 23rd included excessive drinking. Sometimes I didn't even have time to be hungover. Edward would crack open a beer at ten in the morning if it meant avoiding the hangover.

We decided to not buy each other Christmas presents this year. It would save a lot of hassle and potential tension. And I was already kind of broke, too.

Charlie and I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas alone. I bought him some new hockey gloves and a helmet, and he got me a Nixon watch and a pair of hockey skates.

"Edward was complaining about you not being able to skate," Charlie said when I asked about the skates. "He wants to re-teach you."

Alice, Rosalie, and I took a trip to Vancouver on Boxing Day for all the sales. They made me buy clothes that they approved of and some new lingerie.

Edward and I hadn't had sex since the teen dance. I didn't know whether it was because he didn't want to push me or because I just partied too hard and ended up passing out before anything could happen.

The next days included more drinking. New Years was spent at Rosalie's. Her parents went to the Dominican after Christmas. I ended up spooning Jasper and getting spooned by Edward in the spare bedroom. Alice slept at our feet like a cat. God only knows what Rose's younger brother, Connor, thought when he walked into the room at noon the next day.

School and hockey continued on the fourth. Life got back on track. Everything was normal. It felt almost too good to be true. Life was good.


Spoonfests just aren't my bag, but lots of my friends love them. My guy friends are so weird. Most of us are related, and all the guys have this big gay, incest spoonfest whenever we spend the night at someone's house. Funny, but very weird.

Love,
Mary