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Chapter Forty-Nine: Videos.
Bella,
"Alright everyone – dig in!" Our football banquet was huge. All the football players, their families and some of their close friends even. It was ridiculous how many people there were here.
The seat next to Edward was empty because I decided I wanted to sit in his lap – he didn't complain. "Are you sure you're okay with this, sweetheart?" Edward whispered in my ear, rubbing my thigh in what he thought was a soothing manner – it was actually rather distracting.
I leaned back and kissed his lips softly. "I'm okay." I assured with a weak smile. "I have to face my fears sometime."
"It's only been a week, love. No one said you had to do it this early."
I shrugged slightly, picking up a fork. I cut a little piece of meat off the corner and stared at it warily. Edward removed the fork from my hand and smiled gently. "It's okay." He assured as guilt washed over my face. I felt bad – I couldn't even look at the food, let alone eat it and the chefs spent so much time on it . . . "That's why we only got one plate." He continued in the same quiet voice, "I knew you wouldn't be ready, yet."
I nodded a little. "I'll be able to eat out one day . . . but the memory's just too fresh . . ."
He kissed my temple as I relaxed back into his chest. "I know, love. Which is why-" he paused leaning over a bit to grab at something, "I brought these for you." I smiled at the container of fruits and veggies – they seemed to be the things I could keep down the best.
"Thank you, Edward." I took the container out of his hands smiling appreciatively. "This means a lot."
"Anything for you, my Bella."
He just broke me.
I slid off his lap, surprising him. I grabbed his hand and all but yanked him out of the chair. "We'll be right back." I told them absently.
"Uh, where are we going?" Edward asked confused once we were out of hearing range.
I smiled up at him. "Some where I can kiss you without my dad or Jake wigging out." He simply grinned, laughed and then wrapped an arm around my shoulders carefully.
We returned what felt like only minutes later – but un-shockingly the plates were already cleared and everyone was chatting away easily. "How long were we gone?" Edward muttered amused.
"Long enough for you to cop more feels than intended." I teased back, my mood shining.
His hand slid down my back as we continued walking towards the table. "Copping a feel doesn't take that long." I lifted his hand before it could reach any lower.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Alright, we'll use the word groping. It fits better with your wandering hands." He grinned and pecked my swollen lips quickly.
"Well, I do love to grope you . . ." I hid a snort. "So, yeah, might as well use that word."
"Just not in front of my dad."
His smile grew even more. "Exactly." I giggled and shook my head.
It felt good to be somewhat back to normal – I loved that Edward and I went right back to being the way we were. He needed it and I most defiantly needed it too. "Where have you two been?" Rosalie complained, though it looked like she knew.
Edward pulled me on his lap effortlessly. "Her side was hurting – we went and iced it for a while." If I had said that they'd all just snort – I was a terrible liar. He, on the other hand, was very convincing.
Rosalie could see through it and so could everyone but our parents. "Oh, honey. Are you okay?" Esme asked, concern crossing her delicate features – it made me feel guilty about lying.
"I'm fine, Esme." I smiled at her trying to hide my lies. "It wasn't too bad."
"If you need anything, we're here, sweetie." I nodded a blush forming on my cheeks. Edward could probably feel how bad I felt.
"It's just a little white lie – nothing to worry about, love." He whispered for my ears only. I nodded slightly and started to open the container filled with food for me.
I grabbed the freshly cut strawberry and popped it into Edward's mouth. "You should eat something too." I kissed his jaw, before leaning back into his arms.
"No arguments," He agreed easily – football players and their food . . .
The lights dimmed and I watched as the small stage lit up and coach walked on – we all whooped and hollered loudly. "I know, I know," he chuckled, adjusting his tie, "I look hot." I whistled loudly for affect and we erupted in laughter. Once the laughter died down, he continued. "We had a short video put together – it's the highlights of our season." He paused, "And there may be something about our MVP in there . . ."
"Coach!" I complained loudly. He just shrugged apologetically and signalled for the people to start playing it.
I noticed a lot of it was the team and I goofing off on the field when we had huge leads – in other words me being a tool to the other players. After all our highlights were finished – my name flashed across the screen and I groaned, blushing deeply. I could feel Edward's smile as the first clip started to play.
"Bella," Edward whispered shaking my shoulder slightly. "It's time to get up."
"Or I could sleep." I groaned tiredly, burying my head further in the pillows.
"If you don't get up in the next ten seconds, I'll force you." He said to me, amusement clear in his voice.
"I'll get up when you stop being handsome," I slurred, clearly too tired to think straight.
Everyone laughed and I huffed quietly, causing Edward to grin even more.
His laugh was soft and enchanting as usual. "What?" he snorted.
"You heard me," a hint of a smile appeared on my face. "Looks like I'm never getting up."
He laughed again – louder than last time. "Well, you brought this on yourself, babe."
And the next thing I knew – I was being sprayed with at least ten water guns.
"AAAA!" I screeched sitting right up. "What the hell?!"
"I warned you." Edward said amused.
I glared at him and the rest of the players there. "Run."
I couldn't help but smile as the video went blank – I have had some pretty great times here. The screen glitches and it suddenly popped to another video.
"Coach? Coacccch! Oh my god, where is he?" I complained wandering the field aimlessly. "COACH?"
"Jesus, Bella. They can hear you in Mexico – knock it off." Emmett complained, doing his arm curls.
I only rolled my eyes. "Have you seen him?"
"He's in his office." Jasper answered boredly. "Why didn't you check there in the first place?"
I pursed my lips. "Because I forgot." I said simply before slipping away. "Coach," I sang entering his office.
He looked up from some papers scattered on his desk and raised an eyebrow. "What do you need Bella?"
"I need my own dressing room." I demanded. "I keep seeing them naked and they keep seeing me naked – my eyes hurt and so do their balls." He simply rolled his eyes and shooed me off.
The clips started to get shorter, but the humour stayed. I had to admit the videos did me justice in the comedy part of it all.
"Ha! Guys look! I got the little blue checkmark thing on twitter!" I paused striking a ridiculous pose. "I'm famous!"
Everyone clapped once the whole thing was over and laughed. "Bella," Coach smiled at me, "We're going to miss you next year. Whatever team you're on, we'll be cheering." He raised his glass. "To Bella."
Everyone echoed his toast and I suddenly felt a twinge of sadness well up. I didn't want to leave or get to know a new team – I'd miss everyone here too much . . . and then Edward might not even be on the same team as me.
My head turned befuddled – I only had days left to choose and the thing was I'm not sure I wanted to.
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