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EPOV
I wake up with a headache equivalent to a size ten on the Richter scale. I'm almost convinced that there's a fissure in my brain, and I groan loudly as a pair of small hands are vigorously shaking me to consciousness.
"Get up." Alice demands. I crack one eye open a centimeter and find her standing above me, clad in her maternity nightgown. I squeeze my eyes shut and roll my back to her, my face inches from her living room sofa.
"Up." She lightly smacks my shoulder blade. I moan incoherently into the couch and nestle myself into a more comfortable position.
"I would jump on you, but in three months time you'll understand how lucky you are now." She threatens. I laugh once, muffled, into the couch and ignore her demands.
"Edward!" She rages. "I'll rip your head off." She furiously shakes my shoulder.
"Please do." I mumble. A splitting pain sears through my head and I internally wince. I make a silent promise to myself that I will never drink again. But then Alice puts on the pity show.
"You… You don't want to see me get married?" She says in a small voice. "I thought… I thought you'd be as happy as me on this day. We're connected in a way that many people aren't…" Her acting skills are impeccable. I roll over so my back is now facing the sofa and crack one eye open.
"You evil pixie." I hiss under my breath and proceed to groggily haul myself from her sofa. I clutch my bare chest and yawn loudly. She smirks at me but then clutches her belly and winces in pain. Immediately flung into overprotective brother mode, I'm already on my feet.
"What's wrong?" I probe, alerted. She tinkles in giggles.
"Oh, Edward. Nothing's wrong, calm down. The baby just kicked." She contentedly sighs and I cautiously eye her swollen belly. I possess skills that many do not, I have the knowledge of one of the top percent in the nation, but this is an area I'm completely lost in. I zone in on Alice's stomach and shift my weight.
"May… I?" I hesitate and then reluctantly put one hand forward, indicating at her stomach. She nods in response and I carefully and lightly place my left hand on the peak of her belly. I feel nothing and I frown slightly, but then I feel a kick. And another. And another one. My eyes go wide in bewilderment and I gape at the interaction I'm having with my unborn niece or nephew. Alice places her hands on her belly, cradling it, and peels in laughter.
"It likes you." She coos. I merely smile in response and keep my hand on her belly. After a minute I withdraw my hand and ruffle my hair.
"What time is it?" I fail to suppress a yawn.
"Six." She shrugs. I roll my eyes and then flop onto the couch.
"Six, Alice? Do you understand the war that is erupting within my head? There are at least five bombs going off every minute."
"What did you expect? It's my wedding day." She simply responds and I scold myself for not foreseeing this last night; I would have to wake up unbearably early and aid her every moment of the day. I bitterly think of how easily Jasper got off. Due to the bride-cannot-see-the-groom-before-the-altar tradition, he got to crash at Emmett's while I was stuck with drunkenly passing out on Alice's couch. I cannot remember falling asleep here last night, yet this is reasonable. I see my pants, shirt and tie on the floor. I also spot a glass of water and two, tiny pills of aspirin on the coffee table – assumptive compliments of Alice. Bless her. I reach for the pills and water.
"You may be evil, but you're angelic at times." I mutter before popping the aspirin into my mouth and downing them with a gulp of water. She peels in laughter and tugs at my arm.
"Come on, let's go! There's so much to do!" I groan; her wedding is not for seven hours.
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At eight in the morning, Alice's apartment is filled with countless make-up designers, hairdressers and her minions – pardon, I meant colleagues. Not too long ago, my sister demanded her assistant rush to my apartment and retrieve two things: my tuxedo and Sam. Thirty minutes after giving the poor man my apartment key, he returns – bursting through the door wielding the plastic-encased suit, my key and Sam bounded by a leash.
"Thank you." I smile apologetically at the assistant while I sling the tuxedo over my arm, nab the key between my fingers and fluidly release Sam from his leash. Sam nuzzles my knee, but before I can ruffle his fur I am mauled.
"Mr. Cullen, we need to get you dressed." One man rips the tuxedo from my arm while another begins to push me toward the bedroom. Sam loyally trots behind me while I emit a long sigh. The two men wait for me outside the door while I slip into the black tuxedo, and once I emerge from the room I'm attacked once again.
"Here, sir, let me do the bow for you." He reaches for my bowtie.
"Now let's straighten you out." The other man begins to fidget with my jacket. I'm unconditionally irate; I've gotten the tux fitted several different times. Several moments later, the first man claps his hands and the second drags me back toward the den. Before I can blink, I'm tackled by a woman who pushes me down onto the sofa.
"My, my, what are we going to do with your hair?" She tsk-tsks. She grabs an unreasonable amount of hair product and five different sets of combs and begins to work on my flyaway hair.
Tinkering with my appearance only required about an hour of time, so while I'm waiting for Alice – who is taking much longer, I might add – I'm silently flipping through one of her catalogs on the sofa. I have a basic foundation for fashion sense, yet high fashion is not my forte. How can people wear such ridiculous and frivolous outfits that designers throw into runway shows? I furrow my brow and shake my head while I take note of a model sporting a neon green jumpsuit paired with shiny yellow pumps. Sam is curled up at my feet. He is wearing a small bowtie on his collar, the poor creature. Our tiny vicinity is contradictorily peaceful to that of our surrounding environment. The bustling of a plethora of assistants and fashion experts are going on around us while I can make out the occasional yelling of Alice. Her pregnancy hormones have been peaking lately and I immediately pity every person in the room.
Just then, there's a knock at the door and one of the hairdressers milling around let's the person on the other side in. In comes Bella, clad in a royal blue, floor-length strapless dress. (Check dress in profile) It hugs her body exquisitely, snugly wrapping in the right places and then cascading down in a waterfall of blue fabric. Her mahogany waves trail down her creamy shoulders and back and I cannot bring myself to look away from her beauty. She gets tackled as well and is dragged over to my sofa.
"Let's do your hair." A female hairdresser sets her down and then runs her fingers through Bella's hair. Bella shoots me a look of confusion and helplessness.
"I had to go through the same thing." I smile at her. She rolls her eyes and then smiles as well. Bella is Alice's maid of honor – she has to endure the unfortunate mishap of pre-wedding chaos as well. Alice's head appears from behind a doorway down the hall.
"Bella!" She calls. "You're late!" I barely catch a glimpse of my sister's dress.
"Sorry!" Bella calls back meekly while the hairdresser is working her magic. We sit side-by-side in silence and I cannot bring myself to focus on the catalog any longer. I turn to her.
"I really love that color on you." She blushes a shade of crimson and averts her gaze downward.
"Alice is making us all wear the same dress. It looked much better on Rose." She says inwardly and I lightly touch her bare shoulder.
"I assure you, you look stunning." Her shade of red doubles in color and she bites her lip.
"You look handsome yourself." I smile warmly but before I can respond a man with a plethora of makeup in his hands rushes over to us.
"Close your eyes." He demands to Bella. She obliges and he commences on masking her already perfect face.
A countless amount of time later, Bella's transformation is complete. Thick, black lashes frame her gorgeous brown eyes while her lips are slightly pouted in a shade of light pink. Her cheekbones are dusted lightly in the same shade while the rest of her complexion is a milky white. Her mahogany hair now has a glossy shine to it, yet the way they cascaded down her body was not changed. She is wearing no accessories, only the blue gown. I drink her in and my heart speeds up a bit.
"You look… phenomenal." I manage. Other adjectives describing her beauty sit at the tip of my tongue but I push them back down my throat. She blushes slightly, accenting the rogue on her cheekbones and then smiles. I think back eight years and imagine how she looked on our prom night. She was gorgeous then and she is now, but as she sits next to me I feel an aching longing in my bones. We stare at one another, both of us wanting to say something, yet no words come out. Suddenly Alice emerges from the shadows of her bedroom. She looks wonderful, clad in a cream, floor-length dress. The bosom is laced and the dress was fitted perfectly to glide gracefully over her bump. There is a white bow that sits conveniently atop her swollen belly and she sports a single daisy in her raven crop of hair. Her skin is glowing with that of maternity and marriage. I feel a prick in my eyes at the sight of my glowing sister, dressed up to perfection on her big day. (Check dress in profile)
"Well?" She demands.
"Oh, Alice. You look amazing." Bella praises and then smiles genuinely. After the prick in my glazed eyes subdue, I swiftly rise. I carefully walk over to her and place a hand on her frail shoulder.
"Alice," I begin. "I knew this day would come for awhile, but I never realized how quickly. You… You didn't disappoint, dear sister. You look beautiful – glowing even. I've never been prouder, Al." I murmur quietly and her pregnancy hormones wash over her.
"Oh, Edward! I love you," She wails into my chest and I wrap my arms around her – her bump between us. After a moment she pulls away and smiles. "I'm so glad that we've fixed everything." She says quietly and I smile in return. From the corner of my eye, I notice Bella standing up and then, she's at my side. I courteously turn to her and Alice gazes at us curiously.
"Can I talk to you privately?" She whispers, her chocolate-brown eyes are large, brimming orbs. I nod in response and we leave Alice and Sam in the living room.
We're in Alice and Jasper's bedroom. It's very modern and open and a ray of sunshine filters in through the window.
"I heard you had fun last night." Bella slightly smiles. Oh no. I think.
"Potentially." I shrug and half-smile at her. She blinks a few times, pauses and then takes a clumsy seat at the end of their bed. She traces patterns into the blanket with her forefinger and then raises her head to meet my eyes.
"Did you mean it?" She asks softly. Her eyes are brimming with emotion and I am immediately torn between telling her my true feelings or stashing them away like usual.
"Would I lie?" It's an evasive question.
"Yes," She laughs once. "What's the dog for, Edward?" She smiles slightly.
"I'm deaf in one ear," She laughs again and rolls her eyes. I walk toward her and take a seat next to her. I can feel the heat from her body and the aching feeling in my bones rises again. This is enough to decide for me. "I did."
"You did what?" She turns to me and I can smell her scent – strawberries.
"I did mean it." It goes silent for a moment and for the umpteenth time there is nothing to say. But this is different than any other time. This time, it isn't a haunting silence - it's a longing silence.
"Edward… I..." There's a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This is it. I decide. This is when she's going to avenge herself and break my heart. To my surprise, she takes my hand in her own. Her skin is silk and I have the urge to clasp the hand that's on top of mine. "Don't know what to say." She whispers and looks at me sadly. I'm torn, but then I suddenly brush the back of my hand against her cheek. I'm almost certain I can hear her heartbeat quicken and all is silent. Before I can pull my hand away, she brings up her left one and places it on my wrist – keeping me in place.
Right and wrong are no longer black and white in my mind now; they are shades of grey. And I finally decide that I'm tired of deciding what is right and what is wrong. I slowly turn my hand over on her face so that I am now cupping it – her hand is still on my wrist. I lightly stroke my thumb across her cheek and her breathing stops. Then, ignoring everything pertaining to righteousness, I lean in. Her brown eyes go wide and her breathing quickens. Our noses are barely touching and I gaze into her eyes with an intensity that even I cannot describe. Bella's shallow breathing hits my lips and our breaths mingle together in between the inch that parts us from us touching. She places her other hand onto my shoulder but then slowly drags it sideways, finally ending up on my neck. She cups the back of my neck, causing a shiver to trickle down my spine. We stay like this for a few more seconds, until I close my eyes and eliminate the inch between us. My lips touch hers for a mere half-second before the door barges open, revealing Alice.
"Oh!" She exclaims, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. Ah, continue, continue. Be quick though, Mother and Father are here." Her eyes are wide and she quickly flees the scene, closing the door behind her. I would have to greet my parents relatively soon, as in a few minutes. I sigh deeply and begin to breakaway from Bella, but she doesn't release her hands from my neck and wrist. Understanding that this is a green light, I still act hesitantly.
"Are you scared, Edward Cullen?" She teases. I'm stumped by her sudden boost of confidence. After I snap out of my amazement, I cup her face again and decide to trail kisses up and down her delicate neck. Each kiss is slow and careful and I linger at every one. When I reach the beautiful curve of her collarbone, she impatiently moves her hand from my wrist to my neck – making her hands parallel on either side. She attempts to push me back and I pull back out of courtesy, but not without feeling disappointed and curious. Before I can ask, she is inches from my face and runs a finger across my bottom lip. The heat of her finger still lingers, causing me to yearn for more of her warmth. I close my eyes and finally, our lips touch. Her lipstick tastes sweet and so does her breath. But Bella does something that completes me; she kisses me back. We stay like this, connected, for who knows how long. I move my hand from her face to her waist, my other hand on the bed for support. She moves her hands from my neck to my hair, her fingers running through them. Then, there's a knock at the door and we abruptly part. I take a look at her - she's flushed but beautiful as always. However, when she takes a look at me she begins to laugh loudly.
"Edward," She laughs and then brings her hands to my face. "Look at yourself." I turn to the wall mirror in the bedroom and see that my hair, which was once somewhat tamed, is now messy again. However, this is not the ultimate crime. The icing on the cake is that my mouth is patterned in light pink lip marks. My upper lip, bottom lip and the corners of my mouth are tainted in the lipstick and Bella begins to smear the makeup off with her thumbs. She's laughing while she does this, and I begin to laugh too.
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My mother, father, sister, Bella, Sam and I arrive at the Ritz-Carlton at eleven. People are milling around, trying to set up the final decorations. The grandiose hotel is masked in a sea of pink and white. Pink and white ribbons, ornaments, gossamer, decorations and roses are displayed all over and Bella's eyes go wide. We all lead Alice to her respective room – the room she'll be waiting in for the next two hours. As the six of us are walking toward the room, I wrap my arm around Bella's waist. My mother beams at us, obviously pleased that we are now cordial whether the gesture was romantic or platonic.
We all take seats in the posh and grand room. The white wallpaper is lined in gold and the furniture is out of Buckingham Palace - A picture-esque room of ostentatious perfection. Esme turns to Alice, who is sitting in an obnoxiously decorated and extravagant chair.
"Oh, Alice. I can't believe this day has come." My mother wipes a tear from the corner of her eye and my father lovingly wraps an arm around her. Alice beams in response and places a small hand over her heart. And then my mother turns to me.
"And we're so very proud of you as well, Edward." She smiles proudly at me and my father nods with a small yet warm smile.
"Thank you Mom. Thank you Dad." I turn to each of them. I still have not taken a seat, for I gave up mine for Bella. They now turn to her.
"Bella, look at you! You're so lovely now. How is everything?" Esme exclaims and Bella blushes slightly.
"Things are fine, Mrs. Cullen. Thank you for asking." She responds in her soft voice and smiles. My heart quickens.
"She's always been so polite. She's such a dear." My mother whispers into my father's ear and he agrees with a nod.
As time passes, people come in and out of the room. Alice's colleagues, old friends from Hamden, old friends from Forks, friends of the family and her new city friends have begun to trickle in and out of the room, wishing her a congratulatory remark and then fleeing. Rose and Emmett did stay for a while - but this is something even I could have guessed. Rose is perched next to Alice, a glass of champagne in her hand. The sight of the alcohol makes my stomach churn and Emmett and I glance at one another in an all-knowing way. We both laugh, nothing needs to be said.
Those two hours in that room is like an explosive waiting to detonate. It is difficult to keep myself from looking at Bella, from drinking in her beauty and yearning for her in my arms. I can sense she has a difficult time doing the same, causing the static electricity of our chemistry to ignite the room on fire. We lock eyes more than once, and after she blushes a beauteous crimson, it is parted by a small smile.
At twelve forty-five, the wedding director glides into our room. He's wielding a clipboard and a walkie-talkie, clad in a dark suit. He glances at my sister.
"It's time, Ms. Cullen." My father gently helps Alice up while my mother throws herself into my chest.
"She's so grown up, Edward." Esme can no longer compose herself. I wrap my arms around my small mother and sway her until her cries subdue. She now takes her place at Alice's side while my father pats me on the back before taking Sam's leash. Bella and I must go first, we must take our places at the altar. As we're walking down the hall, she grabs my first three fingers in her hand and swings our arms back and forth. I begin to laugh and she giggles, and it is then I imagine us doing the same thing on a day like this – except her being the bride and I, the groom. I immediately shoo the thought from my head and we take our respective spots up at the altar.
I stand behind Emmett, Jasper's best man, while Bella is on the opposite side, Alice's maid of honor. I see my mother walk in with Sam on a leash and she takes a seat. A moment later, Jasper and Mrs. Whitlock stride down the aisle. His mother is clutching his elbow as they take slow, counted steps. They reach the altar and he kisses her cheek delicately before straightening his tuxedo out and smiling politely at the priest. I can't help myself, and I find myself looking at Bella again. She looks at me as well and I wink at her. She blushes a shade of pink and I chuckle under my breath. A few moments later, Wagner's March commences and I see my sister emerge, arm-in-arm with my father. Alice is glowing and her face is masked in serenity. Her hand instinctively touches her belly lightly as the two, pardon, three of them walk slowly down the aisle. I can feel my eyes prick at the sight of her and my father places his daughter's hand into that of Jasper's. After kissing her on the forehead, Carlisle takes a seat next to my mother. It is silent for a moment, but then it is pierced.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the holy matrimony of Jasper H. Whitlock and Mary Alice Cullen," The priest begins. "Marriage is a sacred pact, one that cannot be broken…" He continues with his readings and all I can focus on is how beautiful the two women in my life look: Bella and Alice. After focusing on both their beauty, I tune back in to the priest a few minutes later.
"Do you, Jasper H. Whitlock, take Mary Alice Cullen to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to hold? To love her, to comfort her, to honor and to keep her? To care for in sickness and in health? Forsaking all others, be faithful to her, as long as you both shall live? Until death do you part?" The priest turns to Jasper. He stands up straighter, squeezes Alice's hand and says in a clear voice,
"I do." The priest now turns to Alice.
"Do you, Mary Alice Cullen, take Jasper H. Whitlock to be your lawfully wedded husband? To cherish and to hold? To love him, to comfort him, to honor and to keep him? To care for in sickness and in health? Forsaking all others, be faithful to him, as long as you both shall live? Until death do you part?" She smiles widely, looks Jasper dead in the eye and trills,
"I do."
"The rings please." The priest says and Emmett steps forward, wielding their wedding bands. Alice and Jasper exchange rings and I can hear my mother softly crying in the audience.
"You may now kiss the bride." Jasper delicately takes Alice's face into his hands and cranes his neck down to plant a soft, sweet kiss onto her lips. When they part, the entire room rises and erupts in applause.
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Alice became a Mrs. Whitlock at one-twenty in the afternoon earlier today. The mass of people congregated for the reception later the evening, and here we are. Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock are currently having their first dance while all of us witness the love and magic they leave in their wake. I look down at Bella standing next to me; she looks beautiful. After Alice and Jasper's dance finishes, I stride up to my sister and traditionally ask for her hand.
"Congratulations." I look down at her. My hand is delicately perched on the side of her large belly, the other clasps her own in mine.
"Thank you!" She trills and beams at me. She's wearing a lace, pink dress. The sleeves are long and belled while she sports simple, silver flats. I'll be damned if my pregnant sister is teetering around in heels. (Check dress in profile)
"I'm so happy for you." I continue. She smiles in response. We continue to have our sibling dance until Emmett approaches us and insists he dances with the new bride. Before I part, I kiss Alice on the cheek and pat Emmett on the back.
"Can't say I'll be drinking tonight." I joke to him and he roars in laughter. I spot Bella through the mass of people and begin to make my way toward her. However, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Hello, Edward." A melodic voice floats from behind me. I turn around to look at the woman and realize that it is my old classmate, Tanya Volturi.
"Hello, Tanya. How are you?" I ask politely. She takes a step toward me.
"Very well, thank you. And yourself? How are your brother and sister?" I'm referring to her younger set of twin siblings, Jane and Alec. I clasp my hands behind my back and she flips her styled hair.
"Fine to both. They're around here somewhere," She smiles at me and I smile politely in response. I begin to discreetly fidget; I'd rather reach Bella first as opposed to James. "Would you like to dance?" She surprises me. Not intending to be impolite, I grudgingly hold my hand out, gesturing for her to take it.
We dance together, amongst the sweet music of the violinists and cellists. Her curled, strawberry-blonde bob bounces as we sway and I cannot bring myself to make eye contact with her dark green irises. No doubt a lovely woman, but Tanya is no more than a friend to me. Our families have been too close for far too long, although her parents would be most definitely pleased if we were to date. I have the relief of saying my parents would rather me be content than trying to create a puzzle with pieces that don't fit. Our dance is silent, not an uncomfortable silence, yet a typical silence.
"How is work?" She looks up at me and I finally make eye contact with her.
"My current case is… A bit different than most," I shrug. "How is work for you?" Tanya is a professional ballet dancer – her parents are wealthy and drove her into the ground regarding dance while she was young. This is how Alice and Tanya met, and ultimately our families. Alice was once a dancer, a wonderful one at that, yet her love of fashion eclipsed her love of dance.
"Fine, I've had to travel a lot." She sighs.
"I would imagine." I respond.
"How's Bella?" It goes quiet for a bit before I laugh lightly.
"How is she or how are we?" I raise an eyebrow.
"How are you both?" She flips her hair over her shoulder.
"I'm not sure." I answer honestly. She smiles.
"You two really cared for each other," I merely nod in response. She continues. "I recently moved in with someone." Tanya beams. I feel a heavy weight being lifted off my shoulders and I genuinely smile this time.
"That's fantastic, Tanya. Who with?"
"A fellow named Demetri. I met him while on tour, he's wonderful." She says dreamily and I congratulate her once again.
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BPOV
While Emmett went off to have a dance with Alice, I decide to have a dance with Jasper. He looks handsome on his big day, and he beams when I approach him.
"Congratulations!" I say as I embrace him warmly.
"Thank you, Bella," He smiles at me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Would you like to have this dance with me?" I nod and we commence.
"This is a really great party, Jazz." I comment while he manages to tower over me while we dance. He looks down at me with his dark blue eyes, they're sparkling.
"I'm glad you could be part of all this." He beams and I'm suddenly content. Content that two of my very best friends are now wedded, that another two of my friends are engaged, that my non-biological sister is expecting and that Edward and I beginning to fill the void of those eight years. That is, until I see him dancing with Tanya Volturi. My stomach drops and so does my composure.
"Is everything alright?" Jasper asks, concerned. I nod meekly; disconcerted by the fact Tanya is in Edward's arms. He looks in the direction I'm staring at and sighs.
"Oh, Bella, you have nothing to worry about. You look twenty times far more stunning than her right now." Jasper encourages. I rest my head lightly on his shoulder for a moment, then bring it upright once again.
"Thanks, Jazz." I mumble. For the rest of our dance, I attempt to sneak peeks at Edward and Tanya. At one point, they were laughing in unison, another blow to my heart. At the end of the song, I decide to let Jasper dance with the other countless sea of people.
"Don't let it ruin your night, Bell." Jasper smiles warmly at me. I immediately feel a sense a calm, a feeling I usually get while around him.
I proceed to make my way over to a table while fixing my ridiculous orange dress that Rose forced me to wear. (Check dress in profile) As I take a seat, I flop my purse onto the table and readjust my right, white heel.
"Hi." I hear his musical, fluid voice in my ear. My heart begins to beat faster but I take a deep breath, attempting to slow it. I turn around and mask my face in apathy.
"Hello." He smirks and takes a seat next to me.
"Enjoying the party?" I ask dryly. He raises an eyebrow and leans forward on the table, inching toward me. My heart rate doubles and I bite my lip.
"How ever do you mean?" He teases. I huff and then cross my arms.
"It's nice to know that I come in second, after Tanya, even after eight years," I state sourly, giving him a look. He furrows his brow and I continue before he can speak. "And this morning, I mean I thought –"
But he cuts me off. "Bella," He chuckles. "What are you talking about? Tanya is a friend of the family. Besides, she has a boyfriend." He nonchalantly flicks a particle of nothing off the lapel of his jacket. My heart suddenly reforms itself and I internally sigh in relief.
"Oh." I respond in a small voice. He laughs and then takes my hand.
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A few hours later, the reception is winding down. The speeches have been made, the gifts have been given, the food has been consumed and the champagne has been toasted. After congratulating the new couple for the umpteenth time and bidding farewell to my old Hamden friends, I begin to make my way toward Rose. However, Edward intervenes.
"Would you like to come over and watch a movie with me?" He asks in his beautiful voice. My heart swoons and I have to compose myself.
"I guess." I bite my lip, hesitant.
"Oh come on, Bella. I have your favorite ice cream in my freezer." He smiles my favorite crooked smile and I am silly-puddy in his hands.
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Edward and I are consuming chocolate chip ice cream while watching The Shining. We are sitting on opposite sofas, a tub of ice cream on my lap and a spoon in my mouth. He mirrors my position.
"Why is it Jack Nicholson goes crazy?" I point to the television with my spoon.
"The hotel is haunted, silly woman. He has voices in his head." Edward laughs lightly and Sam trots over to lick my toes. My feet are red from the heels and it feels wonderful to let them breathe. I make a face at the actor on the screen and put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth.
"He's incredibly creepy." I mutter while spearing the tub again with my spoon. Edward brushes his fingers through his gorgeous hair.
"It's a horror movie, Bella." Edward smiles. He then gets up and walks over toward my sofa wielding his spoon. He sticks it into my tub of ice cream and scoops some out.
"You have your own, you greedy person!" I laugh, attempting to evade the attack of his spoon by shifting the tub to my other side. He takes a fluid seat next to me.
"The voices in my head told me to do it." He teases, waving the silver utensil. I scowl at him and flick his shoulder. He laughs loudly just as Sam curls up into a ball at our feet. Feeling content, I place the ice cream and spoon next to the remote on the coffee table and he does the same. And then, Edward does something that surprises me: he places his arm around my shoulders. At this point, I can no longer distinguish where he and I stand; we cross the line but then go back over too often.
I can feel the coolness of his body pressed against mine, the electricity staticing through the air. I suddenly feel the urge to grip his hand and smooth back his untamed tresses of hair.
Ten minutes later, I finally decide to rest my head on his broad shoulder. He looks down at me, his green eyes bore deep into me and then, in a flash, his kisses me. He pulls away but it was enough to startle me that I shot upright.
"My apologies." He smiles. Before he can make some usual witty remark, I pull myself into his lap – to his surprise. His eyes go wide and I seductively place a finger onto his lips. After staring into his gorgeous eyes, I lean forward and replace my finger with my lips. The kiss is deep and passionate, a kiss that entails the things that I kept inside for eight years. I pour into him what was silent for so long, the words that went unsaid. I tangle my fingers into his thick, bronze hair and he emits a sigh before placing his hands on my waist. Then, I slowly bring my hands down to his shirt, attempting to un-do the buttons. Yet to my dismay, he brings his hands up to stop my own and pulls away from our kiss. I have to a blink a few times to regain myself but as I gaze onto him, his face is already composed.
"What?" I angrily demand.
"Just not tonight, Bella." He sighs. I'm furious – he and I have gone to that level before – eight years ago. He took something from me that I can never have back, a part of me, just as I took a part of him. And for the love of everything, the man is twenty-six years old. Surely he'd be willing to engage in such a thing…
"Why Edward?" I huff. He shakes his head and places a hand lightly on my back.
"Just listen to me." His eyes are blazing with an unnamed emotion and I cross my arms.
"I don't understand." I respond in a snappy tone. He smiles slightly.
"You're still as stubborn as always. Bella, please just understand. Not tonight is all I'm asking." He rubs light circles into my back and gazes at me with his emerald eyes. Defeated, I sigh loudly and slink off his lap.
"I hate you." I grumble with my arms still crossed.
"I love you too." He chuckles.
Okay well I hope you guys liked it! Thanks for reading
Reviews make me smile and I recently just got Robert Pattinson's autograph!
Ahh, I love life at the moment. Well, deeming that Twilight is my life...
kisses, JennyCullen44
