So sorry about the wait but my computer broke and it deleted the last two pages so I had to rewrite them.
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Bella Pov
"I don't get the appeal", I said for about the tenth time. Edward sighed and paused his IPod halfway through the 'bus driver song`.
"It's meant to be funny Bella, it's dry humour", he huffed and shoved his arms into his coat pockets sulkily. "I don't have to like them", I reminded him, taking his IPod and switching the artist from Flight of the Choncords to Creeping Lovely, and Edward seemed appeased by the choice.
"How was the therapy session?" I finally asked, after spending the past half hour trying to work up the courage to ask.
Edward's back stiffened and he tucked his chin into his coat collar. He was planning on evading the topic. "Edward?"
After a moment he mumbled that it went fine, which was a very obvious lie.
Partly because my hands were cold and partly because he seemed to need the comfort I tugged his hand from his coat pocket and enclosed it in mine. "Tell me".
Edward's head flopped lazily onto my shoulder "Dr. Gregory's an idiot".
I chuckled humourlessly "Well golly gee, that explains so much".
"She wanted to talk about you" he mumbled, pouting. "Me?" Edward nodded gently, swiping his thumb across my palm, "About how you're affecting my recovery".
I stiffened at his words, chilled at the idea that Dr. Gregory was advising Edward to stay away from me.
Edward seemed to understand my apprehension and was quick to reassure me "She just wanted to talk about why I find it easier to talk to you than the rest of my family".
I waited a moment, willing him to continue. When he didn't, I felt forced to ask "And, why is that?"
Edward's smile was grim and his tone sombre, "You're just different I guess, just more…."
-D-B-
Charlie made a sad attempt at dinner, what resembled macaroni and cheese. He informed me it was my favourite when I was eight. It was hard to believe I'd lived to the age of eight eating this.
About halfway through pushing pasta around my plate and nodding along to talk about mackerel Charlie mentioned something about a school dance. I cut him off before he could really begin and informed him I had no intention of going.
He expressed a half hearted interest in knowing if the boys at school had asked me. "They don't like me", I mumbled. Charlie stroked the scruff on his chin and shook his head "I'm sure that's not true Bella, you're a pretty girl".
I picked up my plate, scraped the remains of dinner into the bin under the sink and dumped the dishes into the sink. "They think I'm a freak Charlie".
Charlie was quiet for so long that I thought the conversation had been dropped, until he spoke again, his voice oddly defeated "Don't you have any friends Bella?"
The words could have been mean, cruel even but they were in fact tender. I strolled around the table and dropped a kiss to my father's cheek "I have Angela and Alice and … Edward".
Charlie brightened at my words and suggested Edward takes me to the dance then. "Actually we were planning on staying at his house, watch some movies, and make fun of all our classmates…"
Charlie contemplated what I had said, undecided on whether he should play the dad card or let me have my fun, before finally shrugging and agreeing, digging into his food again. I kissed his cheek quickly, letting him know he needed to shave before skipping upstairs to my room.
Atop my bed lay a roll of tissue, a red towel and disinfectant and underneath that towel lay a razor, as of yet unused. I slipped it all into my school backpack and tossed it in the corner; I wouldn't need them tonight.
-D-B-
I rushed past Edward into his living room, where I knew there would be a roaring fire waiting. "It's freezing out there" I grumbled, pulling off my gloves and furiously rubbing my hands together to warm them.
I saw Esme in my peripheral, dressed in a cream draped dress, snapping pictures of Alice and Rosalie. Alice wore a pretty cream, rose patterned dress with the biggest pink bow I had ever seen and Rosalie was wearing a yellow knee-length dress. I wore a pair of scruffy jeans with an ink stain on the knee and a sweatshirt of Edward's I'd borrowed.
Carlisle wore a black suit and Emmett and Jasper wore crisp shirts and jeans. Edward was wearing crinkled jeans without any shirt. Yummy.
Edward draped an arm around my shoulders, watching his family with a touch of amusement as they bustled about the hallway getting ready. I'll admit to wrapping my arms around Edward just for the excuse to touch him.
We waved them all off before returning to the living room to watch Sweeney Todd and 9, because I was on a Tim Burton kick. We ate Doritos and dip and I shared my Skittles with him, because yeah, he was that special.
I lay with Edward's head on my lap, where he ignored the movie and opted for burrowing himself as far as possible into my lap and tickling my thighs.
Eventually Edward coaxed me into going upstairs with him, with promises of mix tapes and comfy pillows. We settled beside each other, and I pulled on a pair of Edward's socks over my own, for warmth.
I nestled one leg between Edwards, rubbing my socked feet against his ankles. Edward chuckled against my ear and playfully kicked my feet away.
Breaking Benjamin's 'Forget it' came on and Edward stiffened beneath me, I had noticed that any time we listened to this song Edward would stiffen or move away from me.
"Tell me about your mother Bella", he said suddenly, his voice held a note of desperation and I felt wet warmth against my cheek. Edward was crying.
I shook my head, though I did want to comfort Edward I couldn't bear to talk about my mother.
"Does it matter?" I said harshly, my hands curling into fists "she's dead now anyway". Edward curled his arms around my shoulders and squeezed them softly, in what I supposed was a hug.
"It matters Bella" Edward whispered "How did she die?"
I pressed my hands against Edward's chest and pushed him away from me "She shot herself", I turned from Edward and sat on the edge of my bed, leaving only my hands tangled in his.
Edward's hands suddenly tightened in mine and he rested his head on my shoulder, curling his legs around mine, my back to his chest.
"I wish my mother was dead" Edward suddenly whispered, his tone strong and urgent "I wish they could trade places".
"Why…." I began but suddenly Edward's lips were on mine, his hand tangling in my hair. Edward's lips were warm and soft and I was peeved by the knowledge that mine were chapped.
Edward slipped his tongue into my mouth and I eased into his kiss and touch, letting my hands grips his forearms.
But something was nagging at the back of my mind, something similar to bad timing, and not just because Edward had kissed me during a discussion about the deaths of our mothers'. This kiss was in the wrong time and wrong place in our lives, because I wasn't ready to love Edward and he wasn't ready to trust me.
I shoved against Edward's chest pulling his body from mine, our lips the last parts of us to separate. I rested my hands against Edward's chest. Panting for breath, my chest rose and fell in rhythm with his.
Edward smiled ruefully at me and when he had sufficiently caught his breath he spoke "It's not time for this yet, is it?" he gestured back and forth between us.
I shook my head gently and pulled Edward so we were lying again, facing each other. Slowly I pulled Edward's hand to mine and fused our hands together "someday" I whispered.
Review Please!
I know it's short and the ending was better but my computer broke and deleted about four pages of writing, so I forgot the majority of it. I did my best though.
If you haven't seen Sweeney Todd or 9 you must. They are both fabulous movies which Tim Burton is involved in, he's my favourite director.
Flight of the Conchords are very possibly the funniest band ever, despite Bella's negativity I'm convinced you'll all love them if you haven't already heard of them.
Creeping Lovely are a fantastic band that you can sample on facebook and purchase their songs on Itunes.
Breaking Benjamin are another fantastic band but have quite a sad sound so be warned.