Bella pressed the button for the elevator, a wide grin stretched across her face. Everything was so…. Perfect. So amazing. So….
A look of horror took over Bella's face. How was it that everything was so perfect? What happened to her crappy, annoying, depressing excuse of a life? Of course she liked this life better, but in her experience, when things seem to be to good to be true, they usually are. Bella started to hyperventilate. She had grown to attached to the Cullens, to Edward. He was going to hurt her. He was going to leave her. There was no way a god-like creature like him would accept her openly like he had. Something was up.
Bella's paranoia kicked into full drive. She inspected every detail of the short amount of time the two had spent together. Nothing too sketchy, save the fact that she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere….
Whatever. That was most likely irrelevant. She sank to the floor of the elevator, thinking frantically.
Suddenly, she came to a realization.
Her--strong, brave, fearless Bella Marks--was in love.
That was the last straw. Bella burst out crying, tears streaking down her face. This was terrible. Just terrible. She was completely in love with a perfect man she barely knew who was most likely going to break her heart and leave her.
Bella Marks was in some deep shit.
She wiped the tear from her eyes, pushing her hair back. She looked up, trying to clear her head with positive (and most unlikely) thoughts.
Maybe Edward wasn't going to leave her. Maybe, he loved her back. Maybe they were both falling in love….
But this seemed unlikely. Him, a beautiful, intelligent, strong, brave amazing god of a creature could not be in love with dirt-poor, aggressive, messy, filthy, messed-up her. It was not possible.
But, on the other hand, he did ask her out—so there must be some kind of strange attraction. Emphasis on strange. It didn't make sense. Bella was just….Bella. And Edward was… amazing. God-like, beautiful.
The elevator "dinged" for Bella's floor, the old doors squeaking open. She stepped outside, silently making her way down the halls, the two sides of her brain fighting back and forth. She finally made it to her door, after craftily hiding any evidence of tears, and stretching a fake smile wide across her face.
"Hey, guys." She greeted the now awake Rosalie and Jasper.
"Hey, Bells." Said Jasper, smiling at her. "What's up?" Bella shrugged.
"Oh, nothing much. What's up with you?" Rosalie answered.
"I'm trying to get him to ask out Alice." She explained. Looking at Jasper with a devilish smile. He grimaced. Bella frowned.
"What, you don't like her?" She knew for a fact that he did.
"It's not that, it's just that I have like a shit load of baggage and stuff. Plus, she saw me like this!" He exclaimed, holding up his wrists. Bella let out an exasperated sigh.
"Jasper!" She whined. "Alice likes you, I can tell. You should ask her out! I bet you two would make an amazing couple. Seriously. I want to be an aunt." Rosalie laughed as Jasper turned bright red.
"Me too!" Added Rosalie. "Your kid would be adorable." She giggled. Jasper was the color of a strawberry.
"Shut up you guys!" He murmured, hiding his face in his hands.
"What would you name it? Like, if I had a girl I would name her Emmanuel. That's such a pretty name!" Rosalie sang. Jasper looked at her wickedly.
"And what if it was a boy? Emmett Jr., am I right?" He teased, laughing. Bella joined. The tables were turned. Rosalie blushed.
"Shuttup." She grumbled, pouting. "You guys suck!" Bella held her breath for them to chastise her about her and Edward. Then she remembered—they didn't know. She let out a sigh of relief. "And for your information," Rosalie added, "If I had a boy, I would name him Nicolas!" She said. Jasper smiled.
"Nicolas Hale, I like it." Rosalie and Bella turned to him with a weird look on their faces.
"Hale? Don't you mean Marks?" Bella asked, confused. Jasper looked at her.
"Isn't that what I said?" He asked.
"No…" Rosalie stretched out the word. "You said Hale." Outside, Emmett, Alice, and Edward sat with a look of shock on their faces. They were starting to remember!
Jasper shrugged, turning to Bella.
"What would you name your kid, Bella?" Bella smiled.
"Renee." She said, smiling to herself. She had always loved that name. It made her feel closer something she lost. Edward let out a sob of happiness.
"And what if it was a boy?" Asked Rosalie. Bella though for a second, then smiled.
"I like Jacob."
Oops. Totally not the right thing to say on Bella's part. FAIL… Review!