I'm writing this while listening to music. Funsies.
Disclaimer: I can't think of anything clever today, so I'm going to stick with the normal: I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 12: A New Experience
3rd person POV
The silence in the car ride home was not a comfortable one.
Edward could think of no reason why Bella would have had a good time tonight, therefore, causing him to change back to his pervious state of anxiety.
The duration of the ride consisted of Edward fiddling around with the radio and attempting to make small talk. However, they reached Bella's house before such a thing could be accomplished.
Acting like the gentleman he is, Edward quickly walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her. After helping her out, he walked her up to the front door intending on a brief farewell, then he would drive home and sulk.
This was not the case.
Bella swiftly reached up and gave him a small and gentle kiss on the cheek. Shocked by this, Edward simply stood there.
"I had a great time tonight, Edward. Thanks for taking me out." Bella said with a sweet smile.
"Your…welcome." He stuttered.
Her grin grew wider. "I'll see you later." And with that she walked inside.
Realizing what had just happened, Edward's face lit up like a thousand light bulbs.
She kissed me! She likes me! She had a great time! This is the best night of my life!
Although he wanted to shout it from the hilltops, he knew that shouting it in his mind would have to suffice.
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"Oh, Edward. You're sick."
It had been three days since the happiest night of Edward's life. It had been three days of thinking about Bella nonstop: the way her eyes twinkled in the soft moonlight, how her lips felt against his, the delicious scent of her hair. He could think of nothing else. Which, is why he didn't notice that he was getting a cold.
"What?" He asked in disbelief.
"You're sick. You're going to have to stay home. At least for today." Carlisle repeated.
"No!" Edward shouted.
"Excuse me? Why can't you stay home?" Carlisle questioned, his brow furrowing in curiosity.
"I…need to see…Bella." He hesitated.
"Oh, Edward, she'll be fine. You just saw her three days ago."
"That's too long." He mumbled.
"It's not too long."
Stupid vampire hearing. Edward thought.
"Just stay home. Get some rest. The sooner you get better, the sooner you can see Bella. You wouldn't want to get her sick would you?" Carlisle advised.
The man makes a good point.
"Alright, fine. I'll stay home."
Carlisle patted Edward's head and left the room.
Oh joy. This should be fun.
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Edward could not remember what it was like to be sick. It had been so long ago. As a vampire, he recalled thinking it was a filthy, disgusting human problem.
Now, he could relate.
Little white tissues laid in piles around Edward's curled form. His hair was more disheveled than usual. His nose was stuffed and his eyes were watery.
Esme had volunteered to stay home and take care of him. This was also a new experience for her. She hadn't been sick nor taken care of a sick person in a very long time. However, some cook books and research on the internet helped her find exactly what Edward needed.
"Here you go, Darling." She said as she set the tray on his lap. The delicious aroma of chicken noodle soup would have filled his nose, had he been able to smell anything. "This should help you feel better." She smiled and left to go research some more.
Edward lifted the spoon, brought it to his mouth, and slurped.
I wonder what Bella is doing right now. I wonder if she's having fun doing whatever she's doing. I hope Mike keeps his distance from her.
As if on cue, his angel walked through the door.
"Hey, Alice called me and told me you were sick. How do you feel?" She asked while walking over and sitting down on the side of the bed.
"Fine, I guess." You look so beautiful.
"Well, that's good! I hope you feel better soon. I have to go take Charlie his lunch, he forgot it at home. But, I just wanted to pop in and see how you were."
"You came all this way just to see how I was doing?" She's so thoughtful.
"Of course, I did! You're my buddy. I have to make sure you're okay. I have to go. I'll see you later, Edward." She smiled and walked out of the room.
The elatedness Edward had felt when she arrived soon turned to despair.
She said "buddy". She thinks of me as a friend. I'm nothing more than that. I never will be.
Now, the water in Edward's eyes wasn't just from the cold.
A/N: Aw, so sad. This is kind of funny though because I have a cold right now, too. But, I already had this planned in my head before I got sick. So, I just thought it was funny that I have a cold and I'm writing about Edward being sick. Okay, I'll stop now. Remember to review!
