A/N: I have taken forever to get this chapter out, I know. Well, you see, my mother got me a new piano book, with some really good classical pieces, so I had to play through all of them. And then the science fair I complained about a couple chapters ago won a couple awards, including a new calculator. And well, I am a math nerd, so I had to mess around with it (It is a TI-nspire. The coolest thing in the world!). And then I had relatives in town. At the same time, all my teachers decided that they wanted to assign some a bunch of assignments. So, life has been hectic, and fanfic got pushed to the back of my mind. SORRY!
Edward and I reached his house quickly, and now were on his couch. He had me on his lap, one of his hands in mine. We were listening to Angel's and Airwaves per my request. As we sat there, I thought about how my life was going to change when I became a vampire. I would have lots of free time to spend with Edward. And then I wouldn't sleep and have dreams anymore.
"What are you thinking about?" Edward questioned, brushing my hair back from my face with his free hand.
"Just about how everything is going to change soon. How much better it will be for us." He smiled at this and kissed me lightly on the forehead.
"We'll always be together," he replied. I nodded and curled into his chest. He lowered his head, his nose just barely above my part. After several minutes of sitting quite comfortably, he shifted slightly.
"Unfortunately, it is time for you to get home." I groaned slightly, and pulled myself away from his calming embrace. He stood up, gently pulling me with him. Then we just stood there for a couple seconds. Suddenly, his hand was under my chin, pulling my face up. There was a slight thirst in his eyes, and then his lips were on mine. They pressed softly at first, and then quickly gained momentum. I broke it off, scared that it would go too far. Edward seemed to stop breathing, and I leaned my head against his chest. His hand stroked the back of my hair, and he began to breathe again.
"Charlie's probably got his gun in hand." Edward said after a couple tense seconds.
"Not that that's a problem for you." I said as we walked out of the room, hand in hand. I was surprised that Edward hadn't just picked me up and carried me to the car. Walking down the stairs at a human speed was nice though. The entrance into the lower room, the view of the piano made me feel so at peace, at home.
We reached the car, Edward opening the door. He was starting the car milliseconds after I had settled into my extremely comfortable seat. Seconds later, the car was speeding down the road, faster than my truck ever could.
"So, does driving fast come with being a vampire, or did you all just have that as a common personality trait?" I thought about what would happen to my truck when I turned. I loved its character now, but would I detest driving it later?
"Well, we can't really be sure, but as far as we can tell it is a vampire thing. Esme doesn't have the urge as much as the rest of us, but she certainly drives faster than any normal human would feel comfortable with. Which means your truck will probably drive you insane in the future." He grinned teasingly over at me. I returned it with a shy smile. But now I was wondering what to do with my car. It would be a waste to take it with me to "college" as I wouldn't drive it, and the small amount of money I could make by selling it would make little difference to the Cullen's money supply. I could give it away to someone, but who? All I could think of were seniors who already had cars, often nicer than my truck.
We reached my house. Edward helped me out of the car, gently holding my elbow. We strolled up to the porch, and I noticed my father walking away from the window. I'm sure Edward noticed too, but he showed no sign of it. When we reached the door, he leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, and sweet. Then he opened the door for me, and closed it right behind me.
"How was your day?" Charlie asked, faking nonchalance on the couch in front of an unusually blank TV.
"Great. Alice showed me the bridesmaid dresses. They are gorgeous. How was your day?"
"Fine. I went fishing with Billy. There are more fish in the freezer." With this, my stomach growled. I realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast. Being with Edward tended to cause me to forget those human needs. But there was a more pressing matter that came to mind. Was Jake okay?
"How is Jake?" I tried to keep the worry out of my voice. Charlie hadn't heard about Jake running from me, and there was a chance he still hadn't.
"Billy said he was hanging out with his friends today. He's hoping he is making a comeback after what happened." Instinctively, I knew that Billy hadn't told Charlie the whole truth.
"I'm just going to call him and see how he is doing, okay." And with that I snatched the phone off the counter, not even waiting for a reply. Charlie grunted, and the TV switched on. The order of the numbers was second nature, and hardly involved any thought. Within seconds, the call tone was ringing. After 2 rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?" It was Jake.
"Jake! I was so worried!" I breathed a sigh of relief, away from the mouthpiece.
"Oh. It's you." He sounded depressed, and quite disappointed.
"I'm so sorry Jake! I told him not to send it, I really did." I didn't really know how else to say it.
"No, its okay Bells. I've finally sorted out my emotions. He was right to do it. I know you meant well though."
"Are you sure you are okay? Really?" His answer seemed too . . . rehearsed somehow.
"Yes, I'm sure. Look, now isn't a great time to talk, okay?" He seemed oddly unJacob. The Jake I knew would have talked to me for an hour if we were on good terms. And assuming his statement was true, we were.
"Okay. I'll talk to you later then."
"Bye Bells." And with that he hung up. I stared in disbelief at the phone for a second, and then set it back down. I turned towards the TV, and noticed it was the same commercial as the other night. The same ridiculous gym set as had haunted my absurd dream. I didn't really laugh about it this time.
"I'm afraid Bella, that you can't lose weight after you become a vampire. Or really change anything else about your hideous body. Maybe you should of thought about that first, eh?"
The dream Rosalie's comment didn't seem horribly off base. Once I was a vampire, I was a vampire. No going back and losing 10 pounds or growing hair or really any other body changes. I wasn't fat or anything, but the idea was slightly frightening. What if I had like a tooth problem that showed up the day before the change, some unnoticed painful cavity, and I had that for the rest of my existence? Or a forever broken nail?
With those thoughts on my mind, I went up to my bedroom to write a to do list. Alice would be so proud.