Disclaimer- ( I WILL NOT FORGET AGAIN!)- I do not own Twilight or Edward…. Sigh… Stephenie Meyer does. Kudos to her! And no matter how much I wish I own Pop Tarts- I don't. However I do have 3 cases of them in my pantry.
BPOV-
I didn't know how it would work- but I could feel that it would. I groaned. My thinking was insane. Everything that went into my head couldn't form into the right words.
Knowing that I couldn't possibly mope in my bedroom all day- and my stomach seriously needed some food in it, I made my way into the kitchen.
I heard distinct whispering coming from the hallway behind me, and my instincts told me to follow it. I could hear perfectly fine from where I was though- they weren't speaking very softly.
"Ana, Bella's devastated. We can't hold the funeral here- and besides, I bet Billy would like it if he got to say goodbye in his own home," Charlie sounded gruff, and a bit irritated. Normally Ana and he got along well together- that's why she stayed here for so long. I always wondered whether they had a thing for each other but never wanted to admit it.
"Even you know, Charlie, that Billy won't be able to handle it. How would you like to say your final goodbyes to Bella in your own house?" Ana muttered.
"That's true. But would Bella be able to handle walking in this house knowing that Jacob was..."
"She's a strong girl. I know she can handle it," It shocked me when he said that.
I jumped, my pop tarts in the toaster startling me. I took them out a little too quickly. I burnt my hand dropping my food on the ground. So much for eating breakfast, I thought, flicking the pieces of it that stuck to my hand.
A… funeral? I shouldn't be surprised that they were having one- I just didn't want to register they were having one.
"When will it be?" Ana's voice was calmer. My frustration in the pop tart catastrophe made me miss what they were saying.
"As soon as possible. Do you think the day after tomorrow would be asking to much?" Billy muttered.
Billy? When did Billy get here?! I must of not heard the doorbell ring.
"I'm sorry, Billy. Motorcycles are so dangerous," Charlie sounded like he wanted to make a point. Both Billy and I knew that wasn't what happened.
"Yeah, it was just a stupid mistake. Jake racing with his friends. Just shows that you never know what's coming for you."
I couldn't handle this anymore. It was too much for anyone like me to handle. My plan would wait- until the funeral. It was the most proper thing to do. I ran to my bedroom, and slammed the door shut. In my haste, one of my pictures fell down from my wall. It shattered and broke on my foot.
Just perfect. "Ouch!" I muttered, hopping towards my bed. Hopping wasn't such a good idea for me- I stumbled falling to the ground. My foot was bleeding. Shoot. Holding my breath, I pulled out the pieces of glass. I was glad it was only the top of my foot. It would be more walk able that way.
"Bella?" Edward sounded from the balcony. "Are you alright? I heard a crash."
"I'm fine, Edward. Go away. I'm bleeding. It will stop soon," Maybe the world was out to get me.
"Where's you first aid kit?" He asked, looking around. What? He didn't bring one around in case of a little mishap from me?
"In the bathroom, on the sink, but I can get it. You don't need to be here for this," I flinched.
"You should honestly keep one in your bedroom," He suggested. In the brief seconds our eyes met, I noticed they were black.
"I used to, but then I broke it," I shrugged. "Edward, when was the last time you went hunting?" The circles under his eyes seemed darker than usual. Maybe it was the fluorescents. ((What a stupid lie in the movie! Edward was supposed to be a good liar.))
This time he shrugged. "Awhile ago. I'll be back."
"Don't get caught," I said, rubbing my foot with one hand.
"Bella, when was the last time you ever saw me get caught?" He laughed, sneaking out of the door. Before I knew it, he was back.
"Shouldn't you be like… blood crazy right now or something?" I asked, once again drawn towards his face.
"I can handle it."
"Edward, no."
"Bella, love, I got over it," He already had managed to clean up all the broken glass pieces and bandaged my foot. I had to admit he was good.
"You…got over it?" I stood up, ignoring the pain. "When-How?"
"When you were in a coma, Bella- I couldn't stand the thought of losing you. I just… got over it."
"You got over it just like that? What- you aren't drawn to my blood anymore?"
"In the more sense, no- Your blood is the strongest thing that I am drawn to. I just have learned to handle it."
"Oh, well that's good. How was your 'meeting' with Alice?" I asked, tossing the kit on my nightstand. "Are you happy now?" I pointed towards the kit.
"Exceptionally," He grinned. "It wasn't exactly a meeting, to say, she just needed to speak to me about an issue that came up. In truth, it was nothing. You don't even need to think about it."
"Hmm… okay."
"You haven't told Charlie about me yet, correct?" Edward had a funny gaze in his face. He looked towards me.
"Yea, just with everything going on and such- Charlie wouldn't take the time of day to listen to me," I realized I was babbling.
"It's okay, love. Don't you think you should tell him though?" Edward pestered.
I groaned. "I guess, but I don't think now's the best time."
"Bella, the next couple of days are going to be hectic. You might as well get it over with," He murmured.
"That's what you were talking about with Alice, weren't you?" I inquired.
"Sort of, I'll be at the front door in a half hour."
"Edward, I don't know what to say! You know I'm not good at things like this," I muddled.
"Just say whatever you need to. You'll be fine," He kissed my forehead. His lips met mine. I entwined my hand in his hair, knowing that everything I was doing was going past his limits. I kept waiting for him to stop, but he didn't.
Sighing, he finally broke the kiss. "Ah, Bella, you can't keep doing that to me."
"Doing what?" I wondered.
"Going so far like that- My willpower isn't all that vast. Do you know how many times I want to give in?" His eyes were blazing with intensity.
"Then give in," I said, trying to reach his lips again. He restrained me.
"No. I'll see you later," He breathed, going yet again out the door.
I sighed and decided to prepare myself for Charlie. I had no idea what I was going to say- but like Edward alleged it was best to get it over with; but in a time like this? The times would just keep getting worse. I had to get it over with- especially if what I planned involved having to do with Edward and me together. Charlie would have to accept this to accept anything else. I took a deep sigh, and prepared myself for the wrath of Charlie Swan.
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