Ack, I seriously need help with remembering to update! I can't believe I have not updated since the 29th of December! Well here is the next chapter of How I Found Love!
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BPOV
Everyone's head whipped to stare at the front door, as the ding-dong of the doorbell faded and the outline of the mystery person was seen, peering through the window at the top of the door. From here all I could see was dark hair and nothing else. Could it possibly be the Volturi, coming to take me away from my loved ones? Well it wouldn't matter if they were, I would destroy them the moment they tried, no one is going to take me from Edward ever again.
The doorbell rang again and Carlisle rose slowly to answer the door, the façade of calmness masking the raging fear and curiosity he wore. Only in his eyes could those emotions be detected. Esme never took her gaze from him as he walked gracefully to the door, ready to face whatever was on the other side.
"Hello, how may I help you son?" Carlisle's voice was smooth and sincere as he talked to the stranger.
"Yes, is there and Isabella here?" it was a man with a deep voice, a deep voice with a hint of a "gayish" whine as humans nowadays call them, a voice I would recognize anywhere.
"Jacob" I breathed, relief flooding through me as I rose to meet my brother at the door, Edward following me cautiously, not sure what was going on.
Jacob spotted me coming and covered his mouth with his hands, attempting to stifle his laughter. I rolled my eyes, he would think what I was wearing was funny.
"Whaddya want Jake, and why would you ask for Isabella? You know I don't go by that." I said, annoyance snaking into my voice from him scaring everyone almost human. Carlisle relaxed his shoulders once he figured out that no harm was coming and walked back to Esme so Jake and I could talk.
"Sorry I just wasn't thinking sis'. Anyway, everyone is going hunting, do you want to come?" why would he ask that, seriously I just went hunting a few days ago.
"Jake, you know I just went hunting on Saturday. So I will decline." I said and he scoffed.
"Just trying to be nice, mom told me to ask you in case you got pissed you didn't come." he explained as if that should clear it up.
"Why would I get mad for not going, when have I ever gotten mad for something like that?" I asked and he shrugged, mumbling something then straightening up.
"Okay well, gotta go, I'm starving and everyone else is waiting for me. Bye sis', love ya." he gave me a hug then walked away, waving over his shoulder and then hopping onto his motorcycle, flying away after gunning the engine.
Edward shut the door, and wiped imaginary sweat off his brow then faced me with a grin, his eyes softening back to a warm honey color. They had been pitch black before.
"Geez, that was scary!" Edward said running his hands through his hair and then grabbing my hand and pulled us back to the couch where Carlisle and Esme waited anxiously for an explanation.
"It was just my brother, I'm sorry for the scare." I told them and they nodded, understanding.
"Well, Mum… Dad, Bella and I will be going now, we have plans for tonight." oh I had almost forgot that we had a date tonight at my house.
"Alright then, it was lovely to meet you Bella. I so look forward to seeing you again sometime soon I hope." Esme said as we all rose up from the couch to give hugs and say our goodbyes.
"You too, I hope I can come back soon also, I feel like I have known you two my whole life." I said, hugging Esme then turning to Carlisle who returned my tight hug with an equally bone crushing squeeze. Once we were done with our goodbyes and promises of seeing each other again Edward and I walked out of his house and to my car.
"I'm kind of bored with this car, I want to get a new one." I said once we were cruising down his driveway at 130 mph, me driving. He looked at me strangely and then spoke.
"So you're just going to go buy a car because you are bored with this one? That seems sort of strange to me." he said and I laughed at his statement and turned onto a shortcut to my house.
"Oh I'm not going to buy a car silly..." I left my sentence hanging and watched as puzzlement came over his face as I chuckled evilly, pressing harder on the gas pedal. We were approaching a cement wall blocking off the road and Edward was getting scared, gripping tightly onto his seatbelt.
Bam! We crashed through the wall, but we weren't squished, in fact we were perfectly safe and in a completely different car. We were now in a black and blue Bugatti Veyron 16.4 with 100 horsepower, 4 turbo chargers, 16 cylinders, and a 230+ top speed, the fastest out there.
Edward was flat against his seat, his eyes wide and paler than he usually is which basically made him look a gross gray color. Concerned, I slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road and cutting the engine then turning to face him.
"Edward, what is wrong, you look petrified." I said and reached over to stroke his cheek to which he jerked violently but then relaxed when he saw me. He slumped over to me and laid his head on my shoulder, breathing deeply then murmuring something I couldn't quite catch.
"I'm sorry Edward, what did you say?" I asked stroking his hair.
"I said that that was one of the most terrifying experiences I have been through. I thought we were going to crash!" Edward had lifted his head and when he finished he was grasping my hands in his and staring me wildly in the eyes making me chuckle slightly.
"That's the same reaction I got from my parents." I told him, stroking his cheek with my palm. He laughed also and leaned into my hand, closing his eyes. After a few moments he moved away and sat back in his seat with a small smile on his face.
I restarted the engine and continued down the hidden dirt road sometimes sneaking glances over Edward who was still tripping in the passenger seat. I would have made sure he was alright if his expression wasn't just so damn funny. He stared blankly at the dashboard smiling lightly sometimes and laughing quietly to himself every few seconds.
Once we reached my driveway he finally snapped out of his trance and looked over to me confused and then looked around at his surroundings as if he had no clue where he was.
"When did we get here?" he asked, getting out of the car, picking up his backpack, and slamming his door shut.
"About 4 seconds ago." I told him getting out of the car and grabbing my bag too and locking the doors then walking up the stone steps to my home. He contemplated that for a moment before shrugging and followed me to the front door where I struggled to find my house key which I thought was in my pocket. Edward took my key ring from me and flipped through them before handing me the stylish brass key that would unlock the door..
I nodded a thanks and proceeded to let us in then dropped my bag into a corner before I ran up the staircase to my room with Edward hot on my trail. I reached my midnight black painted door and turned around abruptly to face Edward. My hand was on the brass doorknob and I leaned against it and stared Edward in the eyes.
"I must warn you, my room is very… frightening. I hope you can handle it." with that I flung my door open to which Edward gasped and stepped in in wonder.
The floor was covered in a soft shaggy black carpet and I had 5 bright white papasan chairs in a circle in the middle of my room with a round glass table in the middle of them. They were mostly used when my family came into my room to hang out or just talk with me.
I had huge French doors that went from floor to ceiling and led out to a balcony with a lounge chair I could use to sunbathe if the sun ever shone here.
Where I would have had a bed if I needed one was a black recliner chair with two purple pillows and a Disney Tinker Bell blanket thrown over the back. Tinker Bell is the most amazing Disney creation ever, period.
My walls were painted a dark, almost burgundy, red and my ceiling is black to match with the carpet and I had multicolored Chinese lanterns strung up as my source of light along with thousands of black candles. There were some decorative lamps but they were hardly ever used and there was no ceiling light at all.
Some people might call me a Wiccan because I believe in the power of the spirit and I am very earth friendly but I'm not, it would be cool though. It's just the idea of there being a higher power that you pray to and ask for guidance from just doesn't appeal to me.
AN: THIS NEXT PART IS HOW I FEEL ABOUT CHRIST AND GOD, IF YOU ARE A FIRM BELIEVER DO NOT READ! I AM ATHEIST, JUST TO LET YOU KNOW.
I have always believed that the whole god thing was just plain ridiculous, a few of the 10 commandments basically say if you don't believe in God you are wrong and you will be damned to hell or whatever. I once told a Mormon that I thought God was a hypocrite and intolerant to gays, Jewish, and anything that was "unchristian". He flipped out and was all "Jesus died for you!" (p.s that really happened to me)
I just don't believe that anyone has the right to tell someone they can't love someone of the same sex, gays are among some of the most discriminated groups in the world. It doesn't help when Southern folk lead riots sabotaging events that support uniqueness. I'm not saying anything against Southerners but it is true that is mostly them when it comes to the discrimination of "un-Godly" actions.
And as the Mormon told me; "God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve." That is completely bullshit! This God character didn't create cars or technology did he? Hmm? No, but we use them EVERYDAY! I'm positive God didn't intend for those things to happen but they DID anyway! It's the same with homosexuality, it was created by the own freewill of HUMANS. The same ones who created the car.
ENDS HERE
Anyway, back to my room. My artwork was strung up all over my room, portraits of Edward, Edward and I, and even some of my family. I had also done some landscaping paintings but they were hung up around the house since I mainly wanted human pictures.
I have to say, I am extremely talented at painting. I'm not being cocky, the likeness between my subjects and there paintings was almost exactly the same. I have sold some of my work over the years for money, sometimes for more than 1 million dollars. They were all bought by snobby rich people who liked to buy the most extravagant things just because they could.
Almost always my buyers would accuse me of fraud, saying that there was no way that someone of my age could create such a masterpiece but when I demonstrated my abilities by drawing them they never questioned me and always recommended me to their other rich friends.
"Wow, I feel like I was being stalked by you, there are so many of me." Edward said looking at the one of him shirtless in our meadow. I would have blushed if I could, that one was from the many days we spent together in that summer where we met each other. I sometimes got very vivid memories of moments from our human life, like pictures, and I always put them on a canvas. This resulted in about 100 paintings of Edward and sometimes myself.
"I like this one." he pointed to the largest one. It was of me with both of Edward's arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, his forearms under my chin holding me to him, his face nuzzling my neck and me smiling, looking down at the ground. My back was to his chest and it almost looked like I was about to spring up and give him a piggy back ride. I was seated on his lap and we both were sitting with our legs criss-crossed. It was sunny that day so I wore a thin white dress that ended above my knees and was sleeveless. Edward wore cutoff slacks and no shirt.
"Mine too, do you remember that day?" I asked, walking over to his side.
"Of course, that was the day I proposed to you." he replied, placing a kiss on my still long brown hair. I smiled as I remembered how nervous he had been, getting down on one knee and presenting me with the most beautiful ring.
"I still have the ring." I said pulling away from him and walking over to my makeup stand and picking up my jewelry chest from back in the day. I lifted up the lid and gently pried the ring from the cushion and taking it over to him. He took the ring from my hand and got down on one knee, just like that day in the meadow.
"Isabella Swan, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
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