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WAITING IN THE TWILIGHT

CHAPTER 12

EPOV

I hadn't slept all night. My long awaited lunch break had been ruined by Bill's stupid freakin' promo contest idea, not to mention learning that Emmett had found out about EDGe. Knowing Emmett, he would be merciless in his never ending torment. Luckily for me, I had been too involved in filming all afternoon for Emmett to give me too much grief about EDGe. But today's shoot was over now and he could very well start in on me again as soon as he saw me.

Still fuming, I was quietly plotting Jasper's murder, and planning how to take Emmett out with him. Not literally, of course but it was an entertaining thought. Still, the surprises and worries of this day had not yet ended.

We had just finished our daily status meeting with Bill, and it was just as I had suspected. He promised Emmett an army, if he felt he would need it, and that they would do whatever it took to make sure the winner had a safe and secure background check. Bill also promised Jasper he'd get an assistant, if it was too much for him to handle alone, and also promised him I would not be worn out too much. He promised me that they would go over everything with me in detail later, once the scene had been shot, and that, in future, Summit would no longer volunteer me for shit like this without asking me first. Bill also apologized to everyone, with the added BUT "it was such a great idea, and we are so close to the end of filming, that there wasn't time to consult everyone if we were to give the author ample opportunity to write a good scene." I just loved the way they considered giving the "author" time to write but couldn't make a phone call to ask me if I would mind babysitting a stranger for three days! I also liked the way he chose to say "authors" instead of "fans." He stumbled over the word change every time he said it. He knew he had taken a huge risk with this one, and that he had screwed me over. I hope his conscience ate him alive, if he even had one. No wonder my girls called the studio "Scummit."

As I headed back to my trailer, I knew I needed to get a couple hours sleep before I talked to EDGe tonight. I was going to send her a PM and then set my alarm for midnight so I could get up and talk to her. I had to try to explain as best as I could about the mutual dreams. Hell, how was I supposed to do that when I didn't understand it myself? I had mentioned it to Alice and she told me a little bit more about it, but I didn't know whether EDGe believed in that kind of thing, or if she would think I was some kind of weirdo. I also wanted to check out her other videos and see what else she had posted so far.

"Hey, Edward!" I heard Alice's tiny voice behind me and turned to see her walking arm in arm with Jasper. Emmett followed behind them with his arm draped around Rose's shoulders.

"Would you like me to bring you some dinner?" She asked. I knew she wasn't only offering to bring me dinner, but also to help me try to explain things to EDGe. I was grateful for her love and concern, and her gracious offer, but EDGe was something…someone I wasn't ready to share with my family.

"Thanks, but no. I think I'll turn in early. I'll just get something from the fridge later," I told her.

"Do you still like to read a lot?" Emmett asked with a mischievous grin. I swear he always made me think of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, when he got like this. It was an innocent enough question, but I knew Emmett far too well…he really didn't give a crap whether or not I liked to read. My response was to simply take a drag off my cigarette and stare at him with my eyebrows raised in expectation, silently daring him to start some crap with me.

"What? I'm just asking," he said, as though that was all there was to it. I turned my back on him and continued to walk to my trailer. I heard Jasper thump him in the head and couldn't stop the smile that spread over my face when I heard Emmett squeal, "Ow!"

Thankfully, they all went their separate ways and I entered my trailer alone. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I waited for my laptop to start up. Soon, I was logged on to EdAttack and went to the member's page to send EDGe a message. I noticed she had some new members. One had just used the name "M," but left no other information. I clicked on EDGe's avi and sent her a PM.

"Dear EDGe, trying day today but I will be here at midnight your time to talk to you. Hope you'll be here too. I know, 'I have some 'splaining to do'- LOL. Flove the "What I'd Give" Video BTW. You have fabulous timing. I am very envious of him now. That Song is beautiful and Hawt. Very soulful and sexy. You know, they say the music you like is symbolic of who you are inside. The longer I know you, the more mysterious and alluring you become. TTYS

Laters Baby

EC"

I closed my laptop before I was too tempted to look at anything else and went to bed. I set my alarm for 11:00 p.m. so I would have time to wake up and watch her other videos before I talked to her. I showered, put on pajama bottoms and was asleep within seconds.

Once again, I'm walking in the mist, amidst the grove of trees. I am happy to be here, anxiously awaiting my Dream Girl. Even in the dream, I realize the irony of the situation. Then I hear the giggle. The smile on my face grows enormous. I turn just in time to see flowing black silk and a flash of luscious, long white legs. I dash after her with joy in my heart, but then she slips from my sight. I turn around but see nothing. Though the mist is thick, I am comfortable in my jeans and denim jacket. The night is warm and glorious with the full bright moon above. I hear her soft sigh and know she is just slightly ahead of me, hiding her tiny frame behind a small tree. I dart after her and, as she hears my footsteps, she giggles and runs away. Her footsteps are so light and carefree that she seems to be running on the mist rather than through it. I can see her silhouette in the moon light but I cannot make out her features. She pauses and turns to make sure I am following her as the mist swirls up around her waist like a lover's caress. At that moment, I envy the mist. Even it wants to cling to her, to touch her and hold her close. But then I hear her giggle again and see her dash away. I know we are just a breath away from our tree…I can see it in the moon light. At last, I can reach out and touch her. Her form vanishes behind the tree. And then I am there, peeking around the tree. I see her foot, the alabaster skin of her calf and upper thigh as the slit of her black silk negligee' falls open. I sneak around the opposite side of the tree, intending to peek around and surprise her. My heart beats wildly out of control in anticipation of finally seeing her face and beautiful smile. She's not there! Where has she gone?

"Edward…" I hear her velvety soft voice call my name followed by the second, softest, sweetest sound I have ever heard; her giggle… "I'm here, Darlin'," she says. I turn, smiling as I see her small, delicate hand reach out to me from between the branches of the broken tree. At last…she's mine! I reach out to her…She's Mine…She's Mine…She's Mine…She's Mine…

I woke up feeling irritated. What was that infernal sound? Something like, shesmine…shesmine, over and over again. I sat up and rubbed my face to get the blood circulating again. Then I realized the sound was my alarm clock going off on my cell phone. Damn it all to hell! I snatched my cell phone off the night stand, flipped it open, hit "disable" with more force than necessary and snapped the phone shut. She was almost MINE! The dream had been wonderful…the best one yet. I just wished it could have lasted just a few minutes more. I so wanted to touch her hand, see her face. I felt both euphoric and disappointed.

I got up and grabbed my smokes, headed to the kitchen and fixed a pot of coffee. A soon as that was done, I poured myself a cup and set it down on the coffee table, along with my cigs and ashtray. I turned to get my laptop and what I saw confused me for a moment…then I got pissed!

Fucking smart assed Emmett! Sitting on top of my laptop was a carton of eggs! I grabbed them and stuck them back in the fridge. Oh boy, was he gonna get it. I picked up my laptop and made myself comfortable on the sofa. Once I had logged onto EdAttack, I realized there were two messages for me… one from EDGe and one from her new member, "M." What the fuck? Why was this new member sending me messages?

I opened EDGe's message first,

EDG: "Dear EC, Sorry you had a bad day. Hope your evening goes much better. I will def be here at midnight. I look forward to talking to you tonight, cause I greatly enjoy your company. There is nothing to explain about the dreams BB. I was freaked out at first but did some research and found that it's not all that unusual after all. So I think it's odd but also kinda cool.

*Blushing* You think it's hawt? Really? Thank you for your kind words. I am hardly mysterious and anything but alluring; you on the other hand are both of those things and more. 'Laters Baby?' I Flove that! Where did that come from?

TTYS

EdwardsDream-gurl

P.S. Did you just call me sexy, soulful, beautiful, hawt, mysterious and alluring?*Snickers*"

She enjoyed my company and found me mysterious and alluring? Wow! That had to be the greatest of all the compliments I had ever received, simply because she had no clue who I was. Her statements were based solely on our conversations, nothing more. She was complimenting me, the man! Not the movie star, not the model, not the singer, and not the millionaire. The question about "Laters Baby" would be my opening to get her to talk about starting her own fan fiction. She had mentioned it before and, if she wrote stories with the same talent as she wrote poetry, then she would be a big hit.

She had caught on to my compliments, but then managed to make it sound like a joke. I had not been joking. I was trying to be subtle, but I would definitely have to clarify that I did, indeed, find her all of those things and more.

She was taking the dreams thing rather lightly, which was both puzzling and a relief. I was relieved because I didn't want to upset her, or have her thinking I was some kind of weirdo. However, it was very rare for strangers to be having mutual dreams. I guess I would just have to play this one by ear and see how it went. The last thing I wanted was for her to shy away from me over something neither one of us could control.

I looked at the message from "M" and opened it up to see what that was all about.

M: "Dude, Your 'girlfriend' is hot! See for yourself!"

What followed was a link to showing the author name of EdsFan-tasy. Fuck! Emmett was "M!" He was digging up everything he could find on her! That muscle-bound, overgrown ogre! He was so fucking dead! I was single-handedly going to rip his head off in the morning and shove it up his...

Wait! What? This was EDGe's page? EDGe had done it? She had decided to write a fan fiction story after all? YES! EDGe FTMFW! She had used the name of EdsFan-tasy? For real? Jesus! That was the absolute truth. She could not possibly have picked a better name for herself! She was definitely My Fantasy now. Oh man! What a great night this was turning out to be! I had been planning to get her to talk about her writing after we discussed the mutual dreams thing, hoping to encourage her to write the fan fiction she had mentioned earlier. Now, I only needed to get her to admit that she was already writing it. The only question was whether I should I read it first and then bring it up, or get her to admit it existed first?

I glanced at the clock and saw that I had plenty of time to watch her videos and get a good head start on reading her fic before midnight. Out of sheer curiosity, I clicked on the link that took me to her Profile. It didn't say much, really. Just, "I'm a stay-at-home Edward fan, single, no kids. I'm New to the Twilight/Rob and more importantly Edward Cullen fandom. I've written many novels and poetry but I've never had the courage to let anyone read anything I have ever written. This is my first attempt at a fan-fiction. I do hope you enjoy it." I clicked the link that would take me to her story entitled, "The Songs of Angels." The Summary read, "He is known as 'The Heartless Lion.' He is ruthless to anyone fool enough to try and befriend him. But can a woman's near fatal accident in a parking lot warm his frozen heart? As he holds her delicate, limp and lifeless body in his arms, will he learn to love life again as he once did? Will she ever find the angelic looking man who saved her life and then vanished without a trace? Could he have truly been a Guardian Angel? Can she ever learn to trust another hard man after having suffered her ex's unimaginable cruelty?"

There were only eight chapters, as of today. I knew I could read them in a matter of minutes and set about doing just that. Signing on as "TheFantasyBegins," I began to read. Twenty minutes later, I sat in stunned silence. The story was beautifully and perfectly written. So far, the story was pure fluff but something told me it wasn't going to stay that way. Just like EDGe, it was intelligent, sweet, sexy and shy, but always with a hint of something deeper underneath. It was as though an uninhibited, sensual passion lay just beneath the surface, waiting for the right person to uncover it. I could feel in my bones that it was true of both her and her story. I also got the feeling there was something very dark and sinister lurking in the shadows of her story that was soon to rear its ugly head. I went back and commented on every chapter, being very careful not to let on that I was EC, or that I knew her from anything other than this story. If I could get her to tell me about the story, I would fess up to having read it.

Before I could return to her video page, my e-mail alert sounded. EDGe! I opened the e-mail and clicked the link that would send me to my inbox on her site.

EDG: "Hey Darlin', just a quick note to let you know I'm here when you are ready to talk."

I was always ready to talk to her! Was she kidding? I had so many questions and things I wanted to say, I didn't know where to begin.

EC: "I'm always ready to talk to you Love. I do hope you got some sleep."

EDG: "Yay! You're here! I did sleep some. You? I hope your evening went better than your day."

Lord did it ever!

EC: "My day got better and better and now that you are here it is perfect! I took a nap and had 'Our' dream again. And I was reminded of this poem.

'She Comes Not

She comes not when Noon is on the roses-

Too bright is Day.

She comes not to the Soul till it reposes

From work and play.

But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices

Roll in from Sea,

By starlight and candle-light and dream light

She comes to me.'

- Herbert Trench"

EDG: "You know, it really did freak me out when you told me that you were having the same dream but then I researched it and I found out it's quite common so I'm not freaked out as much now.

Oh! What a lovely poem! I have never heard that one before. Kinda sweet too! *grins* *blushes*"

Even though I was glad she seemed to be OK with this, it still bothered me. I didn't want her freaking out on me, but how could she not? Only one way to find out!

EC: "LOL Really? I know it's common but that's usually for people who are very close like twins or couples who have been married for years or even people who practice it and TRY to have Mutual dreams. We've never met and yet it's happening to us. YOU don't find that odd or something to freak out over?

The poem, like the dream reminds me of you."

I lit a cigarette as I nervously waited for her answer.

EDG: "Well, yeah but I believe people can have an instant close connection don't you? I think that is what we have. Why else would we find so much to laugh and talk about? I've talked to many people on the web and I don't spend even a fourth of the time with them as I have with you. You're just easy to talk to and a joy to spend time with. Perhaps I'm the only one of us who feels this way?"

OH! Thank God, she felt it too! For a while there, I thought I was losing my mind feeling a connection to this faceless woman with the beautiful heart and soul. Maybe that explained the mutual dreams in part, but my heart told me there was more to this mutual dreams thing and it was really bugging me.

EC: "No, not at all. I have felt very close to you from the beginning. I was just afraid to say it out loud for fear of scaring you off. I suppose if these dreams don't bother you then I'm fine with just seeing where it leads. Curious about several things though."

EDG: "YOU? CURIOUS? That's new. *Snickers*"

EC: "Isn't it though? LOL"

I loved her sense of humor. She always took everything with a light hearted spirit.

EDG: "What are you curious about Darlin'?"

EC: "How do you see yourself in the dream? Who are you running from? Are you afraid?"

I sat with bated breath yet again, anxious for her answer.

EDG: "I'm just plain old me. Running through the grove of trees. I'm running from Edward but not in fear, it's like a game. He knows I'm going to run and yet we both know he's going to catch me. LOL *wishful thinking I suppose* It's just a fantasy. I'm guessing it's my mind's way of working through this new obsession I seem to have for him. I've never done anything like this blogging fan girl-ing and stuff before and I don't really understand it at all. I'm assuming that is why I am having that dream."

EC: "Well, I certainly am not suffering from OCD so why do you suppose I am having this dream? Is the dream always the same for you? How do you feel when you wake up?

Blogging, fan girl-ing and STUFF! OoO! Very Curious now! Splain LUCY! Splain!"

Maybe I could get her to admit she was writing a fan fiction. At least then I could admit to having read it and get her talking about it. A thought suddenly occurred to me. She wrote beautiful poetry, and her fan fiction was, although full of fluff thus far, beautifully and intelligently written. What if I could get EDGe to enter that stupid contest? Surely she had heard about it. She went to MEoW all the time. What if EDGe won that contest? I could spend the whole weekend with her and really get to know her. Shit! I could see her and even touch her hand, finally! I could talk to her face-to-face! My heart suddenly lurched into my throat with excitement at the mere thought and possibilities.

EDG: "Good question and I thought about that for a long time today. My conclusion was that you seem to have a lot in common with him, at least musically. You have also been coming here to talk with me about him, trying to discover the secret of his success. You think that whatever it is might help you become a successful musician one day. By now, it's even possible you somehow envision yourself as Edward. So, with both of us intently focused on Edward, our subconscious must be meshing on the same wavelength. Other than that, I got nothing.

Now, if you look like him too *LOL* I'm going to fall over dead!

No, the dream is never the same. Sometimes it's foggier than others. Sometimes Edward is wearing jeans and other times he is wearing a tuxedo. I usually wake up feeling happy but disappointed cause I always wake up before we touch. Totally silly I know, *and embarrassing* but it's true.

Stuff = Well, videos and poetry and… other things."

Holy shit, even down to the details of my clothing these dreams were exact. If she was taking it all with a dose of salt, I would let her, but I, on the other hand, knew there was more to it than just a coincidence. Exactly what it meant, I did not understand, but I couldn't just let it go.

She didn't want to lie to me, but she wasn't volunteering the information either. I could let it go, but I so was not going to do that. I'd stay up all night if I had to, but I was going to get her to tell me what the "other things" were.

EC: "Hmmm, that's quite an interesting theory. Beats anything I've been able to come up with. Damn, you're smart!

Well, don't die on me because I have been told I look a lot like Your Edward, the man not the vampire character. *LOL*

You said usually you wake up feeling happy but disappointed, but not every time?

Need more info on "stuff" and "other things" Please."

EDG: "*blushes* not really, but thanks…

Wait, What? You Look Like Edward too? *faints* Aw, now you're just pulling my chain aren't ya! *tricky tricky*

No, there was one time where it became kind of scary. Like something bad happened to me. Weird huh? I just remembered that it started out the same but when I woke up I was afraid.

Stuff = Just little things I'm dabbling with here and there."

My EDGe was entirely too clever and skirting uncomfortably close to the truth. I was relieved that she thought I was just joking when I admitted a resemblance to her Edward. Of course, there was no way to prove it without revealing my true identity, but the urge to drop the pretense was growing stronger each time we talked. Now was not the time. Someday soon, I hoped. For now, I thought it best to just keep "dancing" with her as long as I could.

EC: "Oh, yes you are! Now, just believe me and accept the compliment, OK?

Pulling your chain? Moi? *LOL*

Afraid of what Edge?

Poetry perhaps? Can I see?"

EDGe: "All right already! I'll believe you! *sheesh* pushy much! LOL

Aren't you? We've already established that you're easy *LMAO* Are you trying to tell me you are a tease as well? *Snickers*

I don't know really. I just woke up scared and reaching out to…I don't know something, Edward maybe…for help.

When I finish my poem, I will post it on the poetry page."

Crap! I couldn't bear the thought of her waking up as afraid and alone as I had been, reaching out for my help and here I was, thousands of miles away, unable to stop it or help her in any way. I was going to let the subject drop. I needed time to think and I didn't want her to dwell on it.

EC: "Perhaps someday we will meet face to face and you'll determine for yourself. For now we will leave it a mystery! *snickers*

What else do you write that involves your Edward? Do you ever write poetry that does not revolve around your Edward?"

EDG: "You ARE a TEASE! *LOL*

I write many things. Yes, I have written poetry that has nothing to do with Edward. But I hadn't written anything for a very long time. Then I stumbled into MEoW and found Edward and suddenly I was inspired again."

She was crediting me for being her inspiration. Wow! My heart leapt in my chest at her words, doing a crazy little tap dance.

EC: "Your Edward is a lucky man to have someone like you saying such lovely things about him. I have read all the things that you have written about him on this blog and I have to say I am a fan of yours and your writing. I would love to read anything you have written whether it be poetry or a book or anything else. As I said before you have mad writing skills. And I am intrigued."

There, that was the absolute truth and, hopefully, that would get her to tell me about her fan fiction.

EDG: "I truly doubt that Edward Cullen would notice me at all. I'm but a blade of grass in a field full of tiger lilies.

You Flatter me suh! *I likes it* *LOL*

'Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies.' ~Terri Guillemets"

Damn, she was so cute and funny, and intelligent, as well. I could talk to this woman for days on end and never get tired or bored.

EC: "I can honestly say that anyone who is fool enough to see you as a blade of grass in a field of tiger lilies does not and would not deserve you in the first place.

'What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers.' - Logan Pearsall Smith.

That is exactly what I Love about your writing, you say so much more than you actually write in words. And at the same time your words are descriptive, elegant and beautiful.

I should think that with all your knowledge of the man that you could write a beautiful story of your very own. You should never be embarrassed about your writing, you are extremely talented and I would very much like to read your work."

EDG: "Darlin', you have me in tears now, good ones. *sniffle* That is without a doubt the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me and more than I ever dared to hope to hear about my writing. Thank You Very Much for saying that!

But 'knowing' Edward as well as I do, does not mean that it is easy to write anything about him. Writing anything at all is like trying to describe what being in Love feels like or trying to describe colors to a person who was born blind or trying to explain sound to someone who was born deaf.

Writing about something that means something to you, something you feel in your heart is very difficult. I think one of my favorite writing quotes is this one.

'It is easy to write, just sit down in front of a typewriter and open a vein.'

No truer words were ever spoken."

I had to agree there. I could only write lyrics, or work on my manuscripts, when I was in a blue mood, or truly inspired by something. Writing came from the emotions, from something you felt passionate about and had to express. It didn't matter whether that passion was fueled by anger or love, sorrow or joy, or even regret. It was a part of you that you put into words, and that made those feelings eternal.

EC: "You are very welcome. It was much less than you deserve to hear.

Yes, I understand and agree. I write a lot myself, lyrics, screenplays, someday a finished novel perhaps. I know just how difficult it can be to write something of any quality. It comes from the depths of your heart and soul. And then to allow someone to see that is like leaving your heart and soul exposed to the whole world."

EDG: "Exactly! Wow, we really do have a lot in common don't we?"

EC: "Yes EDGe we have much in common. And we understand each other perfectly. I know how difficult exposing your heart and soul can be and the fears that accompany that feeling. But please, consider this, you have an enormous and beautiful gift for words. It's like nothing I have ever seen before. A gift that beautiful should not be hidden from the rest of the world.

I'm going to let you get some sleep now Love."

EDG: "Thank you Darlin'! You are very sweet to me. No one has ever said such lovely things to me before.

Why do you add the lower case e in EDGe?"

EC: "Because you put me on edge in a very good way. I wait through the days anxious and chomping at the bit to get back here to talk to you. I'm always on the edge of my seat to see what wonderful things you have written or created because I think you have a beautiful heart and soul.

And EDGe?"

EDG: "YES?"

EC: "To answer your earlier question, Yes I did call you me sexy, soulful, beautiful, hawt, mysterious and alluring and I meant every single word of it.

Laters Baby! Goodnight!"

EDG: "EC?"

EDG: "EC, Wait!"

ExtremelyCurious is offline and cannot receive your message.

BPOV

Oh, my! He really meant what he'd said. I had been teasing when I asked him if he had meant to say all that to me. I hadn't actually believed he meant it. Oh, he was such a sweet, kind and thoughtful man.

The poetry quoting, lyric and manuscript writing, singing, British super spy musician! Hmmm… How much more mysterious could this man get? I had promised him I would post my latest poem when it was finished and I had finished it while I had been talking to EC. I read through it once more before I posted it.

He Doesn't Know

He has rescued me in my distress,

Never knowing this life he's touched,

And blessed and changed more or less.

He doesn't know he means so much.

A smile that heals with its simple Joy,

Hands that heal without a touch

God's blessings in this beautiful "boy"

He doesn't know he means so much.

A voice that lifts the heart and soul

And carries you from all the misery,

To leave you with beauty unknown,

He doesn't know he means so much to me.

Eyes that are a blue-gray so light

You lose yourself in their depths,

And somehow you know it's just right

He chases away the feelings that left you bereft,

He doesn't know this life he's touched

He doesn't know he means so much.

A giggle that thrills then breaks apart

It fills your heart with sunshine and light.

This man can fill the largest heart,

To overflowing in just one sight,

He doesn't know the lives he's touched,

He doesn't know he means so much.

I wondered if EC would like this poem as well, or if he would think I was finally and totally bonkers. But my worries were for nothing because EC loved the poem. Little by little, this man was becoming a part of me. He was something special, and talking to him in the late hours of the night was the highlight of my day. No, not just my day…my life. And so it went for the next several weeks. Every night, I met EC and we talked for hours. We grew closer and closer, sending each other long, daily e-mails, chatting every night, sharing many things, and talking about everything. By the end of those few weeks, I knew so much about him. When I finally crawled into bed during the wee hours of the morning, he was there, waiting for me among the grove of trees, in the mist of my dreams...

EPOV

In the weeks that followed that conversation, EDGe and I spent every possible moment together online and when that wasn't enough we began sending long e-mails to each other. She was precious to me in so many ways. I couldn't imagine my life without her now.

Emmett was merciless in his teasing of me. One morning, I woke to find huge platter on my kitchen table, filled with every kind of cooked egg imaginable: poached, fried, scrambled, boiled, omelet, Eggs Benedict, deviled…you name it, it was there. The next day, I came back to my trailer and found an Easter basket full of colorful, dyed eggs on my steps. Another morning, I was running late and rushing to get dressed. When I shoved my foot into my "shit kickers," I discovered that Emmett had placed a raw egg in one of them. He must have done it days before because, after smashing the egg with my foot, my boot reeked so badly, I had to throw them away, which really pissed me off!

When he ran out of things to do with real eggs, he started telling egg jokes.

"Did you know, if you were an egg, you'd only get laid once."

"Did you know, if you were an egg, you'd only get eaten once."

"If you were an egg, it would take 4 minutes to get hard and only 2 minutes to get soft."

"If you were an egg, you'd have to share your "box" with 11 other guys."

But, the worst one of all was...

"If you were an egg, the only chick that would ever sit on your face would be your mother."

He often received a resounding whack on the head for his efforts and, on more than one occasion, I chased him half-way across the set, but nothing deterred him.

The dreams had come sporadically. They were always sweet but, in the end, disappointing, because I could never touch her hand. In the dream, I drew closer and closer to her, just as I did in real life, but I could never make that physical connection. However, things had changed dramatically last night.

The dream is back in full force. It's the warm summer night with low lying mist dream. Everything is very ethereal, soft and warm. It's clearer this time, though. There is less mist, making the images sharper. I'm wearing jeans and a denim jacket again. Walking through the grove of trees, I hear the sweetest giggle. I turn to see where it came from and catch a glimpse of black silk and a flash of long, shapely, alabaster legs. I dart towards her smiling, knowing all the while where we would end up. I know we are here to play our game. This is our time. I chase after her with joy in my heart. Again, I hear the giggle and see her running, gazelle-like through the mist. It swirls about her feet and calves with each step. I can feel my own smile widen with joy and excitement as I close in on her.

I stop, waiting for the sigh, or the giggle, but I hear nothing. I start to run again in the last direction that she went. The dream is changing, now. Everything is changing. It is growing more difficult to see, as the mist is becoming a fog. It's very thick and waist high, now. I run and run, but it's almost pitch black and I fall against a tree, exhausted. I'm out of breath and feeling panicked. "Where are you?" I whisper. I turn to where our tree is supposed to be. There! I can just barely see the deepest part of the V against the cold, black night. I begin to run towards it, but the tuxedo I find myself wearing is constricting my limbs.

"EDWARD!" I hear her desperate cry in the night and charge through the darkness towards our tree.

"EDGE!" I scream in desperation. The sound echoes back to me as though the mist had become a solid wall. "EDGE! EDGE! EDGE!" I have almost reached the tree. I can see her small delicate hands clinging to the trunk. Her small fingers clutch the spot where she usually reaches out to me! She's just a few feet away. Tearing through the mist as fast as my feet will go, I yell, "Hold on Baby! I'm here!"

"NNNNOoooooo!" She cries, and I see her forearms and hands scrape across the bark of the tree, leaving her blood behind. I lunge to grab her hand but she is gone…

"OH God! NO! EEDDDGGGEEE!"

Shocked to wakefulness, I found myself on my knees in the center of my bed, reaching out to empty air. I was drenched in sweat, knees aching as though I had actually been running my heart out. My throat was raw from screaming, while my heart was still pounding from fear and desperation. Aaahhh! I was fucking losing my mind. I fell back on my bed and stretched out my legs, gasping for breath.

My bedroom door burst open and I saw the concerned faces of Jasper and Alice.

Neither one of them said a word. Alice approached and carefully sat on my bed. I sat up, intending to console them both, but I looked up into my sister's eyes and just fell against her. I was the one who needed comforting. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. Alice and I had always been close…very close, and in tune with each other. I would be willing to bet that, even if I hadn't screamed, she would have been standing there in the doorway with Jasper all the same.

When we were kids, I had been six blocks away when I suddenly felt that Alice needed me. I couldn't get her off my mind and couldn't go on playing because of it. I never heard her call my name, and I never heard her cry, but I still ran home as fast as I could. But she wasn't there. Mom said she was playing with friends. I went looking for her and found her on the ground with a broken leg. She had been climbing a tree and fell out of it. She smiled up at me with her tiny, tear stained face and said, "I knew you'd come find me!" I never tried to ignore those feelings again. I only had that with Alice. When she met Jasper, it was kind of the same thing with him. We shared a closeness that went beyond friendship. We seemed to understand each other without having to say the words.

The three of us sat there for a few minutes, until my heart stopped pounding and my breathing returned to normal. When I pulled away from her, Alice smiled a sad smile and I kissed her cheek. I thought that, after such a pitiful show of emotion over a bad dream, facing Jasper would be difficult. But the look on his face was not one of reproach or pity, but of understanding and concern.

"She's in trouble," I said.

I didn't need to say who. They knew, accepted and understood, all in a split second.

Well, there ya go! The long awaited Chapter 12. What did ya think of it? Drop me a comment, I'll reply! EC and EDGe will be meeting very soon, sooner than you think. But then what? OH OoO... Soon very soon... And don't worry Emmett isn't quite finished with Edward yet. LOL

I am Very Proud to announce that WIT was recently Nominated for the Best Humor in the Everlasting Twilight awards. And has Made it to the Finals! *YAAAYY* For those of you who have voted for me this far, THANK YOU from the bottom of my Heart! *MWAH* If you truly enjoy this story I do hope that you will pop on over to the Everlasting Twilight awards and Vote For WIT. http:/everlastingtwilightawards(dot)yolasite(dot) Thank You Cared, "Hey girlfriend!" *WAVES & HUGS* for all that you do to get my stories out into the world, I will be Grateful to you for as long as EDWARD lives!

I am also Very Proud to announce that Ritao1tx, My editor, Dear Friend, fellow perv, and co conspiritor has FINALLY decided to come out of the closet and admit that she is, in fact and in deed...a writer! She has written a Companion Piece (a spin off or out take if you will) to "waiting in the Twilight" which is a complete Roll On The Floor, Laugh Your Ass Off" short story called "Another Fine Mess" based on one of the MEoW girl's exploits to "Protect The Pretty!" I will be posting it on here for her. So Please, do yourselves a favor and read it! You won't be sorry! *AFM will be COMING VERY SOON*

I do want to apologize for the lateness of this chapter but there is a reason. WIT as you know is based on RL Events of Rob Pattinson and the Blog that MEoW was based on. Without that Blog, WIT would never have existed. There has been some dramatic changes happening that have and will continue to change the course of this story! You'll have to keep reading future chapters if you want to discover what happens.

Ok I'm done yammering now! LOL Go, leave me a comment, tell me what you'd like to see happen! Thank You all for Reading, Voting and Commenting!