Sunday morning dawned a pale gray. I yawned and snuggled closer to the cool marble-like body of my Jasper. I heard him chuckle and peeked up at him. His ocher eyes peered down at me, a smile gracing his stunning face. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, pressing a kiss to my lips. I smiled against his lips and giggled when he pressed me back against the sheets, trailing tickling kisses down my neck and shoulders.
He pulled back and kissed the tip of my nose before sighing and moving quickly from the bed. "Bella is coming, I shouldn't be here when she arrives. Until tomorrow, love," he said, and was gone in a flash, out the window. I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head grumpily. Within minutes, Bella had opened my door and flopped on the bed next to me. "Get up, sleepyhead!" she greeted me.
"No. Tired," I complained.
Unfortunately she wasn't taking no for an answer and yanked my blankets off and pushed me out of the bed. I landed with a loud yelp and a glare at my twin. I sighed and stood up, grabbing clean clothes and heading for the shower. After an invigorating hot fifteen-minute shower, I emerged dressed and ready for the day.
After a filling breakfast of blueberry pancakes, Dad, Bellla and I all decided to make it a movie day. We each picked one of our favorite movies, and Bella and I made snacks. Settled on the couch with salty, buttery popcorn, warm, fudgy brownies, a bowl of salt and vinegar potato chips and another bowl of skittles. Tall glasses of iced soda were sat on the coffee table in front of us. We all snuggled back into the couch, clutching our current snack of choice as we started the movies, Dad's choice first. His pick was Dances with Wolves, the director's cut version, which added almost forty minutes to the already long, but excellent movie.
After Bella and I got done wiping our tears away at the sad goodbye between Wind In His Hair and Dances with Wolves, we all took our turns at a bathroom break, refilling our drinks, and Bella and I made a quick lunch of sandwiches, though none of us were really that hungry after munching on snacks during the movie. But it made us feel healthier, so we did it anyways. Next it was Bella's turn; unsurprisingly it was Sense and Sensibility. Well, at least I got to leer at Alan Rickman.
Finally it was my turn. I gleefully switched out Sense and Sensibility for my pick and hopped back on the sofa with Bella and grabbed the remote to hit play. I smiled as they both groaned, while the opening scene began to play, speaking the words in time with the narrator.
"Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young Prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the Prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle And offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the Prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for Beauty is found when he dismissed her again,
the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful Enchantress. The Prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart.
And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered, was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom for many years. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love... A Beast?"
While they complained about not having to watch it again, two hours later had both of them shaking off the effects of being immersed in a good movie. We all yawned, stretched and took another round of bathroom breaks. Afterwards, Dad started to watch a basketball game on tv while Bella and I started to prepare supper. After a short debate, we decided on a quick meal of salisbury steaks, mashed potatoes and green beans. While Bella formed hamburger into the patties, I peeled and diced potatoes, tossing them in a pot of cold water and turning the burner up to medium-high. I used a large knife to cut both ends off of the fresh green beans before cutting them in half and adding them to a smaller saucepan of boiling water.
Dinner was done shortly and we all sat down at the kitchen table to eat and talk about our expectations for the week. Both Bella and I had tests in a couple of classes, but otherwise our week was pretty open. Until I remembered that Edward was returning to school tomorrow as well, which meant that The Accident was due on Tuesday. Well damn, there went my Government test. I felt a frission of panic run down my spine. While I knew that in the book Edward was able to rescue Bella, my mind went into the "What if things have changed because I'm here" zone.
I grimaced and pushed away my half-eaten meal. Dad and Bella looked at me in concern and I gave them a half-smile. "Feeling kind of sick to my stomach from earlier. I think I'll put this away to eat later. I'm going to go shower and lay down. Night," I said softly and stood up. I wrapped my plate with plastic wrap and placed it in the refrigerator. I kissed Bella and Dad on the top of their heads and climbed the stairs to the bathroom. I threw my clothes in the hamper, turned the water on to heat up and stood in front of the mirror over the sink. I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at my reflection.
"Bella is going to be fine. Edward will save her. Don't do this to yourself," I said, then snorted as I said, "and Jasper isn't here to make you feel better." That made me smile and I turned to slide into the shower. I sighed as the hot water hit my tensed shoulders. I sang to myself as I soaped up and then shampooed my hair, twisting it up onto the top of my head. I rinsed off and climbed out of the shower, wrapping myself in a large warm towel and using another to dry my hair. I walked back to my room and pulled out my most comfortable pair of pajamas (a pale blue with white clouds and unicorns on them).
I braided my damp hair and curled up under my blankets. I pulled the book I was currently reading (Talisman by S.E. Akers) from my nightstand drawer and began reading until I was so sleepy I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. As I fell asleep, I sent a quick prayer to whoever was listening that my being here wouldn't change the original outcome of The Accident.
Monday morning arrived faster than I would have liked.