Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. No…for I own something much better…THE WORLD…mwuhahahaha…..bow before your queen.
I was just in a FLUFF mood today, with some humor and drama mixed…but be warned, it could be the calm before the storm. I miss my reviewers
Albnal33: SI! That is the limit of my Espanol…except for espanol of course.
Mattybabe: I know…In my mind, Jasper got get GOOD! And, it's going to take something amazingly talented to stand between Edward and bella. What? What was that I didn't mean to say?
KobrahEdo: Vwalah!
Kersicca: GET OUT OF MY MIND…hits head against the wall repeatedly…while you're there, I guess you know that my spelling is abysmal! And Nancy Drew is in this chapter, but I special ordered the camels and monopoly from Australia…you know how those fed ex people are.
Ellen Dean: Thanks…hope you still do after reading this chapter. Just remember to read the very last author's note.
Chapter 6
It had been two days since the "Tanya Incident" as I'd come to call it, and, thank God, Edward had been by my side almost every second of it. No Tanya/Edward alone time.
It was Saturday morning, and this was the…who knew what number….time I'd woken up in his arms. I hoped we would hit infinity eventually. Through my eyelids, I saw light. Oh no…it was bright outside.
"Crap!" My first fun-filled word of the day.
Through sleepy, blurred vision, I saw Edward smile. "Good morning to you too, sunshine," he said.
"Grrrrrrr," I growled at him, sending him "the glare".
"Did you forget to tell me something…like when you changed into a werewolf?" His voice was laughing.
I thought for a moment "Well, at least you won't have to worry about the whole "me dying" thing anymore."
He kept his smile in place, but his eyes tightened. "Why are you dying again?"
"Oh …well, when Charlie strangles me for missing our father/daughter day because his future son-in-law didn't wake me up," I scolded, yet after doing so, buried my face into his chest.
"Bella, love," he murmured, "look outside."
Turning my face to the right, I looked out the window. Still dark out – the bright light was coming from my bathroom.
"Oh," I said looking up, then mumbling, "sorry," before crushing my face to his marble body again to hide my embarrassed blush.
I felt him grab a piece of my mahogany hair and twirl it around in his fingers. "It's quite alright," he said, "you're adorable when you're angry."
I looked up. "That wasn't really the effect I was going for."
He was still playing with the dark lock, twisting it to see the different effects the bathroom lighting had on its shine. A corner of his mouth turned up. "I'll try to act intimidated next time," he teased.
Laughing, I told him, "I hope you're a good actor," drowning some more in his happiness.
We lay there just like that for a while. Me snuggling into his chest, drawing invisible doodles on his shoulder. Him holding me and stroking my hair. Strangely, it wasn't awkward in the least. The silence was there, but it wasn't pressing. It was more like a warm blanket surrounding us, enveloping us. Comforting.
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So, here I was, fishing with Charlie.
Ugh, fish. I can deal with broken bones. I can deal with vampires. I can even deal with said vampires driving at absurdly fast speeds. What I cannot handle, however, is fish. Cue dark music, thunder, and lighting.
Ever since I left La Push, Billy and Charlie hadn't spoken, making me his only candidate for fishing buddy. And really, who was I to complain? After all I'd put him through, he deserved for me to be absolutely elated with rainbow trout.
"Reel it in, Bells," he encouraged, "it's going to be a big one." A bright spot of iridescent color splashed through the lake's surface. Sure enough, it was a big fish – which only meant all the more yuckiness.
I reeled harder, cranking the lever till I thought it was going to break. The fish was closer now.
"Almost there," I said, trying to sound thrilled.
"Let the line slack," he instructed, "Now pick it back up again."
I did as I was told, taking Charlie's orders until the fish was flopping on the dock.
"Great job, Bella," Charlie exclaimed, thumping me on the back.
"Thanks," I said, "What now?"
"You pick it up like this," he told me, grabbing the fish inside of the mouth and hoisting it up, "Here, you try." He waved it out in front of me.
I was trying to keep from hurling, but grabbed the fish anyway.
Charlie smiled, "Now, throw it back."
Gladly, I threw the trout back to its watery home.
"That had to be a fifteen-pounder," Charlie praised, "I guess it's our lucky day."
"Guess so," I agreed. Luck, though, at least to me, involved somewhere without fish of any kind, "Hey dad," I said.
"Yeah," he replied, casting another line.
"I'm going to go to the beach. All this fishing is making me tired. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, distracted.
I walked back across the bobbing dock to sit on the sand. Out of nowhere, a rock came flying, to land with a thump next to me. I whipped my head around, and could vaguely see an Edward-shaped shadow in the trees.
I smiled at it, and started writing a message in the sand.
Obsessed?
Really, was he scared the fish were going to grow legs and attack me?
Another rock came soaring towards me. I picked it up and looked at it. Yes was carved into its surface.
I erased my first message and drew a new one, a heart. Then I moved back so he could see.
Yet another stone was thrown my way. I caught this one, and then looked down to see what it said. Come here.
Before I even got finished reading it, I heard a sound at my feet. I looked down and picked up the new rock. Please, it said.
Polite as always. Even through rock conversations.
"Dad," I called.
"Yeah," he yelled back, never taking his eyes off the lake.
"Can I go explore the woods for a bit? – I'll stay close, I promise."
He cast again. "Yeah…stay within sight," he instructed.
"Will do," I called back, already halfway to the tree line.
Stepping into the forest, I could feel his presence.
I was attuned to it now. He told me that he could pick my heartbeat out in a crowd. Well, I could feel his very being, like there was something different, something better, about spaces once he filled them.
"Edward," I whispered.
No answer. I smiled.
"Edward, where are you?"
Twigs cracked underneath my feet as I stepped on them.
Hearing a rustling to my right, I followed it, past a shrub, and then stopped. Someone was behind me.
I pivoted around, but he was quicker. Empty air met my eyes.
Suddenly, a cold arm wrapped itself around my waist and pulled my body against what felt like a brick wall.
"That was a fun game," I said.
Edward's smooth laughter greeted me.
"Didn't Renee ever teach you to not follow strangers?" he taunted.
I shrugged and said, "I live on the edge."
"Mhmm," he murmured, trailing warm butterfly kisses down the side of my neck.
He turned me around. Finally, I could look into his eyes. They were bright and mischievous. He was becoming less serious as we approached the wedding date – I liked it.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned up and kissed him. This kiss was less careful, more passionate. Less holding back. His hand reached back around to hold the back of my neck. I tangled my fingers through his bronze hair.
Edward was pushing me slightly, but I took the hint.
Without breaking the kiss, I let him lead me backwards till my spine was against a tree.
I was lost. So lost – in his lips, and his hair, and his breath. I was clinging to him. If I wasn't sandwiched between the tree and the love of my life, my knees would have buckled and I would've fallen.
Stupid lungs. The need to breathe eventually caught up with me. He was the one to break the kiss.
I was gasping for breath. His hands were above me on the tree, resting on either side of my face. Our foreheads were touching.
Edward's topaz orbs were not nearly as controlled as they usually were. They made me feel wanted. My stomach was doing flip flops.
"Two and a half weeks," he gasped out, "Two and a half weeks and then you'll be mine."
"Wow," I said quietly. Those three letters were all I could manage at the moment.
He grinned in a maddening, possessive way. "Wow?" he questioned.
"Wow," I repeated, feeling the blood rush to my face, "I'm already yours."
His fingertips grazed my bottom lip. "But officially," he corrected.
I sighed. "Well, the sooner we're married, the sooner I get to live forever with you."
He gave me a funny look. "So eager for death, are we?"
I was about to answer, before I actually thought about what he said. "You really believe that?" I asked him.
His eyes turned away.
"You have a really bad habit of answering questions with questions, Bella," he said, turning to stare at me again.
"And you, Edward, have a really bad habit of avoiding them altogether," I countered.
He sighed and looked away. I waited for an answer, but it never came.
I gestured to him like he was a correctly guessed Wheel of Fortune letter. "Exhibit A."
Finally, he turned back to me, and said, "Thingwithout either a heartbeat or blood flow are generally considered to be dead."
This was ridiculous. "Edward, I couldn't be having this conversation if you were dead, and I am not getting married to a corpse. I've never been into the whole necrophilia thing," I told him, trying to get him to understand via humor. "You're not dead."
He started to protest, but I cut him off.
"You're just a different sort of living – Amoeba don't even have hearts at all, and they're considered living."
He looked like he was seriously considered what I was saying…that is until I brought amoeba into it.
One eyebrow rose, "Are you comparing me to an amoeba?"
I sighed. "You're missing the point."
"You just told me that I was an amoeba," he said incredulously.
I threw my hands up, giving up. "Yes, Edward. You are an amoeba. You are studied under the microscopes of biology students everywhere. Congratulations," I finished.
He snickered.
Damn would he make a sexy amoeba.
"So how is Nancy Drew and the Case of the Missing Vampire going?" I asked.
He groaned. "Not well. Thanks to Josius, the Volturi know now, and that's bad news. If we don't find her, they'll come looking. Jasper and Emmett are out tracking as we speak," he said, "They caught a trail and followed it down to Nevada, but then it just ends. Dissapears."
He stopped, craning his neck as if to hear something.
"Charlie's calling you," he said suddenly.
I frowned, giving him a peck on the cheek before turning to leave.
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Currently, I was driving towards the Cullen's house, toward the Denali's.
Alice had called earlier and asked me to spend the night. Charlie could never say no to Alice, and I would not let Edward be with Tanya without me. I was surprised that I wasn't turning green at the mere thought.
Pulling into the drive, I wondered why Edward hadn't come by the house. He always came with me – Alice said he was tied up, but still. It was odd.
I was nearly about to knock on the door when Alice opened. "BELLA!" she exclaimed, with a bit more enthusiasm than I thought necessary.
"Come in, let's go upstairs," she continued, pulling me along.
I glanced into the living room as I was being dragged to the staircase, and my heart fell to my feet.
Sitting there on the couch, were Tanya and Edward – laughing. Flirting. They were sitting so close, there wasn't any space between them.
That old hole, ripped so wide when he left me, started bleeding again. After today, and that kiss, I just thought…how could he do this?
So this is why Alice was being the way she was.
"Bella, let's go!" she said, shaking my arm.
"No, Alice," I snarled, "I think we should stay right here."
I stared at the scene on the couch until I saw red. Then, Kate stepped in front of my view. "Like you stood a chance, human," she mocked.
"Shut up, Kate!" Alice growled at her.
"I am just bringing her silly little fantasies back to earth," she snubbed.
Kate and Alice argued on back and forth with each other, but I didn't hear any of what they were saying. My ears were ringing with my anger.
Edward had heard and looked up at me, a surprised look in his topaz gaze…a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
I hoped he thought I was adorable now, because I was angrier than I had ever been in my entire life.
"Hi, Edward," I called. His name, normally flowing so easily from my lips, was now ripped from my throat in a guttural noise.
Edward sprang up from Tanya, with a confused expression on his face, but I didn't care.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
Resisting the urge to yell at him, to hit him, or to fall at his feet and beg him to pick me, I grabbed Alice and said, "Time to go."
I stormed up the stairs into Alice's room.
She came in tentatively, "Bella," her voice was the same as her manner.
I sat down on her posh sofa and blinked a few times…waiting to wake up, just like last time. I'd wake up and it would all be a dream.
Tears were streaking down my face. "Oh Bella," she said, coming over to sit next to me, draping her arm around my shoulder, "I don't know what's wrong with him. He hasn't been himself today."
I cried harder. I opened my mouth and tried to tell her that it wasn't him, that it was me, but all that came out was gibberish.
Alice hugged me to her.
I looked up and noticed that the doorknob was turning.
"Go away!" shouted Alice, but the doorknob kept turning.
Edward walked in.
A/N: Before you come after me with pitchforks and torches, remember that everything may not be what it seems………. Cliffhangers are oh so much fun.