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What happened you ask?
Bella's POV
My dream was perfect.
Perfection.
Bliss.
But I couldn't for the life of me remember what had made it so wonderful as I started to regain consciousness. Waking from heaven into my own personal hell.
I could feel the light begging me to open my eyes but the eye piercing pain I knew would come if I were to indulge the daylight streaming through my window, was too much to bare so I remained in a faux state of sleep.
My body felt like I had been hit by a bus...a big bus...with bull bars on the front and a fucking battering ram just for kicks.
"Can you say what the fuck did you do last night?" Laughed a very loud unwelcome voice from my door.
"Go away Oliver." I mumbled into the pillow that was kindly keeping my head from falling off.
"No seriously...What did you do?" He chuckled again before bouncing down on my bed.
The vibration made me feel like my head was a motion sensitive bomb.
"I don't...know." I cradled my head and was just contemplating finding the Tylenol when My inconsiderate...considerate step brother, as of tomorrow, threw a pack of the very much needed drug at my head.
I winced but dragged my ass into a sitting position, glancing at myself in the mirror on my dresser to see if I looked as bad as I felt...I looked worse.
"Here." He handed me some water and I knocked back the pills as if my life depended on it.
"Thanks." I extended my gratitude and looked down at the messed cot...sans Edward.
My head hurt too much to think and my stomach was starting to feel like a washing machine on a spin cycle. Oliver noticed my glance.
"He was up with the larks." He sighed, obviously in awe of my friends abilities to dodge a hangover. "His Mom called and asked if he could go over to Tanya's for a family breakfast or some other Walton's shit.
I was going to have serious words with that boy! He drank at least the same as me if not more and he had no business missing out on the turbulence I was going through.
"So what exactly do you remember about last night.?" He quizzed as I furrowed my brow, trying desperately to reminisce about the previous nights events.
"Um...I remember going over to Em's...drinking a few beers..." I licked my chapped lips and grimaced at my parched throat. "Jasper decided to play spin the shot then..."
"What?"
"Spin the shot, instead of making out with people you took a shot if it landed on you..." I started.
"Remind me of that one later!" He grinned.
"Whatever...So half way through that...that's when it starts getting blurry. And don't even ask me how I got home." I was suddenly worried about that missing piece of information...And not just that small part.
Oliver left a moment later and I tried without luck to think and clear the fog...I know I came home with Edward...that much was obvious...It was the how the hell did I get upstairs to bed and into my pyjama's that was the big question. I just hoped to god I didn't make too much of a fool of myself in front of him...And with him not being here to probe and find out was driving me crazy. But then again who's to say he could remember anything either.
Fuck it.
When I finally surfaced for breakfast, my mother was already flailing around in a panic, hoping to Christ that she hadn't forgotten anything for tonight's rehearsal dinner...That was going to be fun.
I didn't mind putting up with everyone that had been invited for the wedding, I mean it was the important bit...but I was going to fucking hate being stuck in the same room with the likes of the Mallory's and the Newton's; Lauren Mallory was the schools biggest bitch and I'd had just about enough of Mike to last me a life time; but alas their parents were acquaintances of my mother and Phil's and so would be in attendance both tonight and tomorrow.
I sat down once my strawberry pop tart was hot enough to burn off my taste buds but left it to cool to a safe temperature on a plate before I started to devour it. I'd just lifted it to my mouth when a flash of something shot through my mind...a kiss...I think. My dream...that was it. My dream had been perfect because I had been kissing Edward...Not just kissing him but grabbing and pulling him to me, savouring our touch...his hands on my skin...burning me where ever they went...my hips...my hair... my breasts...But it was still marred by the same kind of fuzz as my memories of last night. I sighed and wrapped my arms around myself as I felt my nipples grown firmer from just the thought. I didn't need any snarky comments from Oliver about how they could be used as beacons to bring ships safely back home.
It took a good few hours and countless cups of strong coffee to improve the state of my health...though I kind of got a little wired from the caffeine rush.
Edward had been gone all morning and I missed not seeing him. Alice called a little later and asked if I wanted to go round to her place and talk about a plan of action to deal with Lauren or Mike should a problem arise. I was over there like a shot; not because I was worried about dealing with those to imbeciles but because I wanted to see my best friend. That thought brought along the same pang of longing that came with the mention of his name a lot lately.
He was busy helping his parents put something together that I didn't recognise but stopped to look up at me from where he sat; giving me my favourite smile. I had to mentally slap myself to not sigh out loud.
Alice dragged me upstairs to go through her extensive closet in a bid to get me out of my usual attire but it wasn't working. I already had an outfit for the dinner and nothing she would show me would get me to change my mind.
"I just think it might spark a certain cousin of mine's interest is all." She shrugged as she hung a 'dress back up on the rail...Honestly I'd seen belts that covered up more.
"Alice quit it already." I groaned as she grabbed my hand and dragged me back downstairs for a drink.
She walked over to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water.
"Hydration is important for the complexion and for helping flush out all the toxins in the blood after a binge drinking." She grinned as Emmett walked into the room.
"How's the head today." He asked with a grimace as evidence that he hadn't escaped without a hangover either.
"Not so bad now." I sighed and slumped into a stool at the breakfast bar; watching as flitted around the kitchen as if they were on auto pilot. Emmett was of course trying to find something to fill his pie hole while Alice studied my face meticulously.
"What?" I asked when she narrowed her eyes at me. "What??"
"So when are you going to tell him?" She questioned knowingly.
"Alice what the hell are you talking about?" I feigned confusion but it was no good.
"Tell who what?" Emmett piped up through a mouthful of sandwich.
"Edward." Alice answered simply and my cheeks flushed scarlet.
I stood up and walked over to the window in a hope they couldn't see my blush.
"What about him?" Did they even realise I was still here? They were conversing with each other about stuff that wasn't really any of their concern.
"She's in love with him." The pixie bounced on the spot with a wide smile spread on her face.
"Yeah...like who doesn't know that?" Rhetorical question.
"Edward obviously doesn't!" I quipped in barely more than a pointed whisper.
"So tell him."
Oh yeah Alice I should just tell him...like it's no big deal...like there's nothing to risk losing!
She must have registered the look in my eyes because she walked over and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Sometimes you just have to take a chance Bella." She shrugged again.
"And sometimes you have to evaluate what you're prepared to lose Alice...I'm not prepared to lose my best friend."
it was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes from flooding.
"Bella I think you should tell him too." Emmett interjected...just to make me feel even more out numbered. "Just man up...and get it out there like ripping off a band aid...Just fucking tell Edward that you're in love with him Bella...Oh hey Edward."
I froze...I couldn't move...I couldn't breathe...
I thought Emmett had been trying to trick me but the 'foot in mouth' look he was sporting along with his 'ruffling of the hair with his hand' proved me wrong.
Edward had just heard him saying...that.
Edward's POV
What the fuck?
I know I heard what Emmett just said but...I didn't...quite...believe it.
"What?" I asked in a somewhat state of shock.
"Um...Bella was just..." He was going to try and back pedal...I could see it coming.
"Leaving..." She almost squeaked. "She was just leaving."
I stood there stunned as she made her way over to the door and shared a quick 'bye' before closing the door.
What just happened?
Wait...What was I doing? I just let her go. She couldn't feel that way about me...but then she didn't dismiss it...and then there was the blush...Holy fuck!
I looked at my cousins who were staring at me like I was an idiot...oh right; that's because I was an idiot!
I shifted aimlessly on the spot for a moment before I decided that I needed to go after her... I had to tell her how I felt...now!
I rushed over to the door and suddenly found my feet; sprinting around the house to the front yard and hoping I caught her before she left. But I was too late to catch her and she was just pulling out of the drive in her battered up Chevy truck; the sound of the engine groaning in protest. I stood watching for a second and running my hand through my hair before a plan formed.
It shouldn't have been a total shock to me after last night...I mean drunk or not...Bella wasn't the kind of girl to just throw herself at someone in a meaningless moment of weakness...right?
Last night...
It had been incredible...the kissing, the touching, the way she moaned my name when I kissed just below her ear...She'd taken my top off and I'd tugged at hers...Though I could remember what had happened it was still a little fuzzy. We'd made out for a while...and I do mean 'made out', we'd rolled around her bed, rubbing...groping...tugging...But I'd had to stop things...I couldn't do it. I battled with my conscience and my drunken state about if I could let her do the things her drunken self was wanting but my sober mind and morals thankfully won out. Bella deserved so much more than that. She'd eventually pulled away to use the bathroom but when she hadn't come back over ten minutes later I went looking for her...only to find her slumped over the toilet snoring gently. Even as intoxicated as I was I still found her adorable. I scooped her up and carried her carefully into her room...found out some pyjama's and dressed her for bed. I nearly passed out when I got her down to her underwear but thought it best to leave those in place when I dressed her.
I'd spent an hour in a room that wouldn't stop spinning...trying to will my dick into a slumber for the night, allowing me the same luxury. Eventually me and my flaccid penis finally drifted off.
My head had been a little sore when I'd woken up the next morning but nothing I couldn't handle with a couple of pain killers. The bigger problem however was what the hell would happen between Bella and me once we'd sobered up?
Thankfully my mother text me early on and asked if I would go help her put together a scrapbook for Renee as a gift. I was feeling like a cowardly lion and needed a time out to evaluate things with my lamb and how I was going to bring up the conversation about the previous nights activities.
I'd not been able to help smiling at her when she came over to Tanya's though and she didn't look pissed or remorseful but maybe she didn't remember any of it either. I finished up helping my mom and was just on my way into the kitchen to make sure we were still ok when Emmett's words had caught me off guard.
I didn't expect to hear what I did but...I did...and now I was racing the few streets over to her house because I needed to tell her I loved her too before my chest exploded. I didn't get why she would have bothered hauling her truck out just to go such a short distance but it had obviously gotten her back a lot quicker than running was getting me. Eventually I stumbled up the steps to the front of the house and rushed through the door.
"Bella." I yelled just in time to hear her room door slam shut.
The house was quiet apart from that and I figured everyone else had gone to set up for the night.
I raced up the stairs and came to a halt in front of the second door on the right.
"Bella." I tried the handled but she'd locked it and I could just make out the faint sounds of crying from inside. "Bella please open the door...please?"
Nothing.
"Bella please...we need to talk."
Nothing.
"Don't shut me out...you never shut me out." I pressed my fore head to the wooden panel keeping us apart and rested my hands out in front of me. "Please...Bella I need to tell you something and I really don't want to do it through a door...I need to see you.
Nothing.
"Fine well I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me..." And I didn't.
I stayed there for over an hour just saying her name on repeat; hoping that I'd annoy her enough to yell at me or come out and slap me...anything but the silence...it was deafening!
"So you're really going to make me do this through a door huh?" I asked knowing I would only be met with more silence. "Ok then...You like stories right?" I sighed as nerves started to kick in. "Well this one's about a boy..."
"So this boy had a friend...a very very good friend...the best friend that anyone could ever wish for...And she was smart and funny and real pretty...they were inseparable and ate way too many skittles than what was good for them; but anyway...On day he woke up and went to school like any other weekday...his mom swung by her house like she did every morning to pick her up so they could ride to school together...You following this so far? Good. Anyway one morning...just like any other, she climbs into the car and he got a really strange urge...to kiss her. He figured it was all the fucked up crazy hormones running riot in his system and dismissed it. But it didn't go away...it just got worse. Then on her twelfth birthday he finally plucked up the courage to do it...to kiss her...And it was amazing...and she didn't pull away or punch him, which by the way was a strong possibility, she kissed him back, it was only a peck but that didn't matter to him. A whole new universe opened up before him and he couldn't help but smile. She let him hold her hand and would smile at him in a way that made him...well she'd smile at him and it would make him feel all funny and tingley."
"Then one day her mother decided to take her away from him and his whole new world collapsed around him...crushing him in the catastrophe...the pain was almost unbearable. But they promised to stay best friends forever and write every week." I'd unconsciously turned and slid down the door, propping my back against it for support as I carried on with my tail.
"They did write as promised. He'd hoped that given time...that the hurt and the longing he felt for her would ease away but it never did...it just grew bearable. But the thing that confounded him more than anything was the fact that the feelings he'd had for her continued to grow as her read her letters that smelled of freesia's and lilac. He lived for the correspondence that would bring him closer to her...to hear her voice as he read..."
"One day when they were older...she was given a laptop and it provided a means to see one another...and when he saw her that first time since she was thirteen...He couldn't breathe...see the little girl he knew was no longer so little...she was a beautiful...young woman that had taken his breath away on sight. Not that it mattered about how she looked but that was when he realised what his feelings for her were...then seeing her in person...well. To hold her in his arms...to comfort her when she was upset or angry...he finally felt at home again Bella...He knew that he'd fallen for the woman she'd become but he was scared...Scared that if he took the risk...if he let himself believe in the possibilities...that it would ruin their friendship. But he got to the point where it was a risk worth taking...Because he loved her."
Suddenly my head was hitting the floor and the door was no longer holding me up.
She was sat curled up with her head resting on her knees and her face tear stained.
"How does the story end Edward?" She asked meekly as a few more tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I don't know." I scrambled up on to my knees and took her hands in mine. "See it's kind of just the beginning...And...I was kind of hoping that we could find out the rest together." I looked at her hands before lifting my gaze to meet hers.
"I'd like that." She smiled weakly and rose to her own knees. I cupped her face in my hands and pressed my lips to hers; gently but with a need to convey my feelings. It was effortless kissing Bella...like breathing. Our lips moved together as we caught each others breath. Suddenly she pulled away and I was worried this was too much for her but she covered her mouth and searched my eyes for something. "Oh...it wasn't a dream?" She gasped as a little blush tinted her tear stained cheeks.
I couldn't help but smile and kiss her again when I realised what she was talking about.
"No it wasn't." I mumbled against her lips and her hand wove into my hair.
A/N Ok so I know some of you thought there would be a lemon but I couldn't let these to have a drunken shag when they're so sweet...*hides behind couch anyway* BUT...Seen as they're finally on the same page as the rest of us some citrus fun can work it's way in to the story... YEY! Or do I be a cock blocker and tell you you have to review for the lemonade??? Can I be that demanding? Nah...But reviews are love and stuff so fill up my inbox please all you lovely ladies...and gents if there are any of you guys reading it too lol.