Third Time's A Charm.
Disclaimer – sadly I do not own Twilight or its characters . . . oh a girl can wish
Bella is human, the Cullen's are vampires.
"Women!" Edward yelled in frustration and I tried not to snicker.
You love us.
Bella's POV
Things I learnt today. Number one; do not have a screaming match with Rosalie. Number two; Rosalie wants me to stay even though sometimes she looks like she hates me. Number three; Edward is pissed at me. And finally number four; Edward seems to know when you stand outside his door for ten minutes too nervous to enter and gets mad.
"For God's sakes Bella just open the fucking door!" He seethed and I winced. Obviously I had done something to him in a past life.
"Okay. Okay." I said mainly to myself whilst pushing his door open. His room was next to mine and that also seemed to piss him off . . . I couldn't do anything right apparently.
The door fully opened and saw that his room was not what I expected at all. It felt homely; it looked like a couple's room not a teenager's room. There was a desk covered with old ruined classics piled on top of it. The bed had black metal posts and one had a slight dent in it (weird).
I noticed that the walls looked like pictures had been on it but had been taken down. His room was really large and I felt a little bit jealous . . . he had his own bathroom from what I could see.
"Nice room." I commented and he just looked at me before closing his eyes.
"You like the classics?" I asked s I tried to make conversation. He sighed and seemed to be thinking about his answer.
"Sort of. They aren't my books." He grumbled. His bronze hair looked a mess as it fell onto his face. His pale skin looked washed out. His eyes were dark gold and he had huge blue/purple ring under them. He looked like hell.
"What's up with you anyway?" I asked whilst sitting at his desk. He looked up and me and chuckled at what I can guess is a private joke.
"Would you believe me if I said I was waiting for the love of my life to remember me so I can finally marry her?" he asked sarcastically and I felt my eyes role.
"No." I answered and he looked away with an almost bitter smirk.
"Didn't think so." He mumbled. I just looked at him until he sighed.
"I have depression. Esme found out that I'm better when people are around me . . . thus you." He explained. (AN – I know depression does not work that way. Do not complain about it being incorrect as I know this. Edward knows Bella won't look into it so uses it as a reason)
"Oh. Does that mean you're getting better?" I asked whilst looking at the books he has.
"No, I don't think I'll be better for a long time. It fucking sucks!" he rumbled. I noticed his tone became almost like a growl.
"You need to think positive. I do." I sighed to myself. I knew he couldn't hear me.
"I'm sorry about your dad." The way he spoke sounded like he had known him. It was like he had known me for years.
"Yeh . . . well no one ever said life was fair." I made it clear that I didn't want to talk about it as I turned back around to face him. He opened his mouth and then slammed it shut suddenly becoming angry again.
Two weeks later.
"URG! Can you just pick a fucking emotion and stick to it for five minutes! Jesus. What the fuck did I do to you? You know what fuck it, I don't want to know!" I screamed finally when Edward snapped at me again.
Esme and Carlisle were both out with Alice and Rosalie. I think Jasper had gone to pick up some history books leaving me with Emmett and Edward. Normally that wouldn't be so bad but Edward was like a 15 year old girl on her period when she wasn't getting her way.
The door slammed and I heard a crash from his room as I stormed down the stairs towards the kitchen.
I could hear Emmett chuckling as I headed straight towards the freezer and grabbed the ice-cream that only I seemed to eat. Emmett passed a spoon to me and shuddered as he looked at the most amazing food in the whole world.
"It's not that bad!" I cried defending it as he shuddered again.
His eyes widened and his lower lip jutted out making his look like a demented fish.
"Sex on a spoon." He scoffed whilst stealing my ice-cream and spoon before shoving a massive mouthful into his huge pie hole. He grimaced whilst looking around desperately for something. His eyes flashing with emotions.
I closed my eyes slowly. You'd think he would learn. I froze whilst opening my eyes . . . NO!
I looked at Emmett and felt my eyes pool with tears. My stupid over protective brother looked scared and swallowed nervously.
"Edward doesn't like people eating that stuff . . ." he tried to change the subject not realizing that I had remembered everything!
I nodded slowly and put it away. Emmett let out a confused noise before following me as I walked upstairs mumbling to myself for being an idiot. How did I not remember this house? Edward!? How did I fucking forget him!?
I opened our bedroom door (or Edward's bedroom) and chuckled at the newly dented bed post.
"Depression?" I asked whilst raising my eyebrows. He turned to face me with the glare I was getting used to. I don't blame him. Hell I would have fucking shot him by now.
"What about it?" he demanded and I tried to hide my grin when I realized that he was never actually that mad. I'd heard him mad before and this wasn't him being mad.
"Just hard to believe. I can't image Emmett depressed . . . actually that is a kind of fucked thought." I rambled mainly to myself.
"What are you going on about Bella?" Edward finally asked. I just shook my head and walked into our room. I looked at the wall and snapped my fingers when I thought of the picture that used to be there – I wonder if they still have that.
"Bella . . .?" Emmett asked and I turned to face him. I saw that his eyes were bright gold. I looked at Edward from the corner of my eye to see his were also gold.
I walked out the room and into the room I had been staying in. It really had no me personality init . . . I could tell Alice had been told to stay plain. I wondered how she resisted turning it back into a clothes room.
I had sort of ignored my closet. I'd been told Alice stocked it . . . maybe I always remembered how crazy she was. I opened the large doors and my eyes automatically feel on a very familiar light blue silk thing.
I bit my lip to stop from laughing as I remembered everyone's faces. Edward's had been my favourites, Rosalie's smirk had been kind of close . . . Rosalie!
Oh that explains so much. Jesus!
"Bella!" Emmett yelled and I turned to see him waving his arms in my doorway.
"Yeh?"
"Are you okay?" he asked slowly. They all had been talking to me slowly.
"I was really quiet wasn't I? Sort of . . . wanting to please everyone? Wonder why that is?" I mussed.
"Some people are just like that." His voice was gruff and he looked away longingly. I was still smirking when he turned around.
"Are you sure you're okay? Don't need me to ring Carlisle?"
"Carlisle! Aw he was so sweet . . . I'll have to thank him for that . . . Esme, dam she must have been worried."
"Bella! What the hell are you on about!?" Edward snapped as he appeared at Emmett's elbow.
The lust and love I hadn't been feeling came back full swing and I suddenly found myself blushing. I closed my eyes and felt my lips lift as I remembered our goodbye – we have to do that again!
"Edward you dented the bed again." I complained with a smile and I saw them both groan and waited as my words kicked in.
"It's only a bed." He mumbled.
"A bed we've had sex on." I mumbled back extremely quietly as I sighed.
"I didn't want to-!" Emmett stopped suddenly and they both looked at me. I sent them the Cullen smile.
"You know, our beds been through a lot Edward. I think we need a new one . . . but we'll talk about that later." I concluded. They were both in shock as just openly looked at me. It was slightly unnerving.
"But? Wh- Huh?" Emmett gasped before he was physically thrown out the way by Edward.
He was suddenly right in front of me. His cold nose pressed lightly against mine as he looked into my eyes with so much love that my stomach flipped.
"I love you." I breathed and a huge smile fell onto his face.
"God how I love you." He practically praised as feather light kisses touched my face, my neck, and my shoulders. I could feel myself yearning for him.
I could feel this churning feeling below my stomach. I hadn't felt it in so long (or had I . . . my time lines had confused me) and everything felt almost new. I needed him now!
His lips finally crashed to mine and we both let out low sensual moans at the missed contact. His firm cold lips wrapped and dominated my warm ones. His cool tongue forced them open as he relearned my mouth. I let out a whimper knowing I could not return the affection without . . . dying.
My hands gripped his hair violently as I held him to me. His own hands had pulled my hips flush against his body.
Edward pulled away to let me breath and I cursed my body whilst gasping for air. My mouth felt like it was almost tingling. My whole body seemed alive and over active as Edward placed firm territorial kisses on my neck.
"Um? I'd like to say hi to my sister!" Emmett declared and I politely untangled my hand from Edward's hair to flip him off before a moan escaped my lips as I felt Edward gently pull on my earlobe with his teeth.
"You are so not having sex with me in the room!" Emmett practically screamed in outrage and Edward's head fell against my shoulder as he gasped for air.
"Sometimes I hate you Emmett." He grumbled and I let out a breathily laugh.
"Yeh well . . . eat cat milk!" Emmett answered and smirked at Edward's confused face. Eat cat milk? Not drink it . . . eat?
There you go people - she remembers . . . yay.
As you can see i was thinking maybe i should put a lemon in there . . . but decided against it. If i do write another lemon it will be better then the first that was a sort of lemon drink - not quite as good as the fruit but it will do . . . yerrr i'm that cool.
Also! Twisted Tales has been updated and please check out my fluff one-shot called "You'll always be my everything" it's lovely and will make you go "aww" for a bit. Plus it is a different writing style that i used . . . i want to know if i should do more work in that style.
ALSO - people in 2 weeks time don't expect anything off me. It's my main exam week and hell if i'm meant to be doing fanfiction . . . there again knowing me i will.