Disclaimer: I still don't own twilight. I do wish Edward were mine… But this plot/story is mine.
A/N: Sorry for the long break between my first story and this one. The next update should be this weekend sometime!
What if Edward and Bella went to the spring dance together?
Alice's POV
Edward had just walked in the door; apparently he just got back from Port Angeles.
"How was dinner?" I asked. He didn't even bother to ask how I knew. Living with me, the Family Members had gotten used to me knowing things before I was told.
He smiled, and then dropped into a sullen frown. "I saved her from… monsters. But dinner was good."
"And she knows."
"Yes, but I didn't tell her everything. She found out. Bella talked to the Quileutes on her visit to the beach."
"She didn't seem scared?"
The edges of his mouth lifted upwards, as if to smile, but he seemed to be repressing it. "No. But she should be. I'm the most dangerous thing to her; even more dangerous than those– than those– evil men." His face had returned to the sullen frown.
I had to get his mind off of the men who almost harmed Bella. I had to get him thinking of something else before he walked right out that door and hunted them down. I knew he would if I didn't distract him. I paused for quite a while before I could think of something to say. "Edward, You can't go with Bella to Seattle on Saturday. It's going to be sunny."
"Oh." He turned away from me, and slumped his shoulders. The distraction seemed to work.
"Maybe you can do something else with her instead. Just away from other people."
He turned around to face me, and grimaced. "You don't think it would be bad for me to be alone with the one human whose blood I crave above anything else?"
"You won't hurt her. I just saw it," I said simply, and I tried to be supportive. I wanted a new sister, and Bella seemed perfect for Edward. Besides, it would be another person to shop for… "Edward, is there anyway that you two would go to the Dance on Saturday Night?" Oh, it would be so fun to shop for a dress for Bella! Maybe a scarlet dress would work well. It would complement her dark hair and her pale skin. And it should be long… but not too long. Oh! A diagonal cut from her knee to the mid-calf would be so elegant. Strapless, too.
"I don't think so," he said as his grimace turned into a thoughtful frown. "She turned down every boy that asked her. Why would I be different?"
They were dancing, happily together. The gym was filled with other students, including some of Bella's friends that I recognized.
"Because you are different, Edward. She likes you; She trusts you. She knows what we are, and she still wants to be with you. Why not ask?"
"I- I- I guess I could" he muttered softly.
Bella's POV (Picks up on page 293; the evening after the Meadow scene. The beginning up until the 'Don't be self-conscious' section is taken right from the book. I added it to give the story background so you didn't have to scramble to get your book if you didn't want to. Sorry if this infringes on copyright or anything.)
"I come here almost every night."
I whirled, stunned. "Why?"
"You're interesting when you sleep." He spoke matter-of-factly. "You talk."
"No!" I gasped, heat flooding my face all the way to my hairline. I gripped the kitchen counter for support. I knew I talked in my sleep, of course; my mother teased me about it. I hadn't thought it was something I needed to worry about here, though.
His expression shifted instantly to chagrin. "Are you very angry with me?"
"That depends!" I felt and sounded like I'd had the breath knocked out of me.
He waited.
"On?" he urged.
"What you heard!" I wailed.
Instantly, silently, he was at my side, taking my hands carefully in his.
"Don't be upset!" he pleaded. He dropped his face to the level of my eyes, holding my gaze. I was embarrassed. I tried to look away.
"You miss your mother," he whispered. "You worry about her. And when it rains, the sound makes you restless. You used to talk about home a lot, but it's less often now. Once you said, 'It's too green.'" He laughed softly, hoping, I could see, not to offend me further.
"Anything else?" I demanded.
He knew what I was getting at. "You did say my name," he admitted.
I sighed in defeat. "A lot?"
"How much do you mean by 'a lot,' exactly?"
"Oh no!" I hung my head.
He pulled me against his chest, softly, naturally.
"Don't be self-conscious," he whispered in my ear. "If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it." He pulled away from me to study my face. "Will you forgive me?"
I remembered what I told him after he 'watched' me during gym class. "Only if you promise to never do it again."
"No. But how about I take you to the Dance tonight? Or… since it's girls choice, how would it be if you take me?" His eyes were so hopeful, it was sweet. But I snapped out of it. He couldn't dazzle his way out of this.
"How is embarrassing me in front of the whole school going to help? You know I can't dance. Or even walk across a less-than-flat surface."
"But like I said. It's all in the leading. I wouldn't let you stumble. Not even once." His eyes were once again hopeful, and overpowering. My willpower dissolved. Dang it.
"Fine. But I don't have a dress. I didn't get one in Port Angeles, and I didn't bring one from Pheonix. Like I said, I've never been to a dance before."
"That shouldn't be a problem. I believe Alice already took care of that."
"Alice? Why would she have done something like that?" I barely knew her. Edward had just explained her special power to me, but why would she have bought me a dress?
"Alice loves to shop," he said simply, as if it were a well-known fact.
As he said that, Alice walked through the door with a beautiful scarlet dress and matching heels. They looked dangerous. My mouth dropped.
"How is this?" she asked.
Before I could answer, tires squealed, and I knew Charlie had arrived home. I froze. What could I tell him? Up until now, I hadn't wanted to go to the dance. I hadn't even had a dress. "How do I explain this to Charlie?" I looked to both of them for help.
Alice said, "Just tell him you changed your mind, and decided to ask your lab partner because Jessica had been bugging you about it. He'll believe it." She winked, and then disappeared up the stairs as quickly as she had come. "I put the dress and shoes on your bed!" she called from above.
"I'll be here at 8:45 to pick you up. You have nearly an hour," Edward said quickly before he, too, vanished.
Charlie walked through the door. "Bella?"
"I'm here. I'm heating up some leftovers for dinner. You want some?"
"Sure," he said before he sat down in his chair to watch whatever game was on.
I quickly heated the food, gave him his dinner, and almost inhaled mine. I was in a hurry to get away if I only had an hour to get ready. Now I had less than that.
"You seem to be in a hurry, Bella. Is everything all right?" Charlie asked.
"Well, I changed my mind about the Dance. Jess convinced me to go with my lab partner, Edward Cullen. He's picking me up at 8:45." I glanced at the clock in the kitchen. The numbers glowed: 8:00.
"Oh! You'd better get ready, then." I hoped Edward would arrive early. My dad would want to inspect him, of course. He'd said he liked the Cullen's, but it was different now that I was going to a dance with one of them.
I quickly went up the stairs, grabbed my dress, and went into the bathroom. After a quick but refreshing shower, I blow-dried my hair and put on my dress. It fit me perfectly. How did Alice know my dress size? I caught my reflection in the mirror again. Wow. I looked good. I had curves. Who knew? I had never really been a vain creature, but I was suddenly very aware of how I looked. I dug under the sink for my never-before-used make-up, and quickly put some blush and lipstick on my pale skin. By the time I was finished, it was already 8:40. And I still had to put those death traps known as shoes on. I strapped them on, and made my way downstairs.
Edward was standing in the hallway, talking to my father, when I came out of my room. He turned to face me, and to look over my beautiful dress. He was wearing a white dress-shirt with a tie that matched my dress. Of course, Alice probably dressed him, too. "Bella, you look gorgeous," Edward said. Naturally, I blushed a deep scarlet. Maybe deep enough to match my outfit.
I then remembered to breath, and walked slowly down the stairs. It was a good thing Edward was there, because I tripped on the third-to-last stair, and fell into his arms. Charlie tried hard not to laugh, but he couldn't help it; Edward just grinned.
"You're right, Chief Swan. She is going to be a tricky dance partner. But I'm sure I'll be able to manage somehow." He then set me down, and he held open the front door for me.
"Well, have fun, Bells. And Edward, have her home by eleven," Charlie said once he had stopped laughing.
Edward then led me to his car, but it wasn't his Volvo; it was the same red sports car that I had seen Rosalie drive earlier. Edward opened the passenger side door, and I had to crouch down further than normal to sit down. He raced around to the other side, and soon we were racing off to the school. The top of the was down, and the stars were visible for once. No clouds to hide behind.
"What happened to your other car?" I asked him as he sped to school.
"Oh, nothing happened to it. Rosalie just owed me a favor, and let me borrow her car. Isn't it fun?" We had already arrived at school. Good thing I was too distracted to notice his driving.
"Yeah, it's fun, but my hair is now all wind-blown. Do you know how long it took to get perfect?" I stared at him, and tried to pout. I failed horribly.
"I like your hair just the way it is," he said in his oh-so-seductive voice. He then leaned over to my side of the car and brushed the hair away from my neck. "And now I like it even better."
I stumbled as we got out; those shoes were pure agony, but with them, I was closer to Edward's 6'2". He then wrapped his arm around my waist to prevent more injury, and he led me to the gym. Inside, it was filled with balloons and other students. On the far end, there was a little table with refreshments and sodas.
Jessica saw me immediately, and stared at me and Edward in awe. She snapped out of it pretty quickly, and waved to me. She dragged Mike over to where I was standing with Edward.
"Hello Bella! I didn't think you were coming!" Jessica said in a mixture of happiness and surprise.
"Yeah, Well, plans change," I said.
We then separated for a while, and I tried to tune out every other person in that hall, except Edward. We just danced to the music for a long while. Of course, Edward led, and held me tight to make sure I didn't trip over my feet or his. The music was mainly slow dances, with a few Rap and Rock songs mixed in.
Eventually, dancing got boring, and I realized I was rather thirsty. "I'm kind of thirsty, so I'm just going to get a soda. Do you want anything?" As soon as I said it, I realized my mistake. Edward found it amusing, and he just laughed at me.
"No. I'm not thirsty. For soda, anyway. But do you want me to get your drink for you?"
"I want to prove I can do something without your help. I'll be right back." I quickly walked over to the snack table and poured myself some fruit punch. I then walked back to where he was standing in the crowd. As I was just about to arrive at our spot, a kid in my English class bumped into me. I tripped, and the juice went all over Edward.
"Oh! I'm so sorry Edward!" The juice was all over his tie and shirt, and it also was in his hair and on his face. I was absolutely horrified. And he found it funny; He was laughing almost hysterically.
"That's the last time I let you do anything dangerous without my help." Since when is getting juice dangerous? He had stopped laughing, and looked serious. "It's just an outfit, Bella. I'm going to go wash it off; I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere. And don't worry about the spill; no blood, no foul." He grinned again, and then turned and walked – no, glided – to the bathrooms.
"Okay," I said, even though he was too far away for a normal person to hear what I said. Then again, there was nothing normal about Edward.
I decided to go talk to Mike and Jessica while I waited for Edward to come back.
"Hey Jess, Hello Mike," I said as I moved closer to them.
"Where's Edward?" asked Jessica.
"I, um, I spilled juice on him. He had to go wash it off." I could feel my skin heat up, and I knew I was blushing. Hey, I had just ruined my first dance with Edward; I was allowed to be embarrassed. Jessica was horrified, but Mike found it just as funny as Edward did.
"Well, You can hang out with us until he gets back, I guess," Mike offered. I felt bad that I was invading their time together, but they seemed happy to have me near.
Then I heard the DJ say, "I know it was a Girls Choice Dance, but what if the guys get to pick a gal for one dance? And it can't be your date, fellas. I'm watching you."
Mike turned away from Jess and asked, "Hey, Bella, want to dance?" I saw Jessica freeze up, but then she just smiled and went off to find a dance partner. It was only one dance, and I didn't want to hurt Mike's feelings; plus, Jessica didn't seem too upset about it. But I also didn't want to dance without Edward's strong arms to keep me from tripping and falling straight onto the hard gym floor. It wasn't as if I hadn't been up-close-and-personal with the gym floor, but I didn't want to visit my good friend again. If I could stay on my feet the whole time, I guess it would be okay.
"Sure, Mike." The DJ had picked yet another slow dance, and Mike gently placed his hands on my waist. It felt weird to be dancing without Edward. Mike's hands seemed so much weaker than Edwards, and I felt like I would fall over at any moment. We danced for a while,
"So, why did you end up coming to the Dance? I thought you were going to be in Seattle today?" Mike asked. He had the most pathetic look on his face.
"Yeah, I was planning on it, but like I said, plans change."
"You could have called me," he said as if I really should have. Then his eyes widened, and he froze. Before I had a chance to turn around, two cold arms wrapped around me and pulled me away from Mike.
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Edwards POV
I tried to wash the stain out as quickly as I could. Alice would be upset that I ruined the suit that I had worn to her first wedding to Jasper. Once I got out of the bathroom, I walked quickly back to the main gym. I had been carefully blocking out everyone's mind throughout the dance; I didn't want someone else's thoughts to ruin my evening with Bella. Sadly, one boys thoughts I weren't able to block out. Mike Newton.
Well, at least she agreed to dance with me. Maybe she doesn't not-like me; maybe she just doesn't want to take me away from Jess. I would just have to break her and Cullen up. He doesn't deserve her, anyway. He probably plans to bed her after this, too. All the girls in school love the Cullen's cause they're handsome. Is she blinded by good looks? How did she forget the first day she was here, when Cullen looked like she was totally repulsive? If I ever get the chance, I would worship her. She deserves it. I guess the phrase "nice guys finish last" is definitely true in my case.
Would he ever give up on Bella? Probably not. Suddenly, the image of a mouse running into a window that separated it from a block of cheese ran through my mind. Ah, they were both so similar.
Oh god. He's back. She'll just go back to him and I won't get to talk to her again for the whole dance. Think of something quick.
I was almost to where the two were dancing. I quickly pulled Bella away from Mike before he could do anything more. I moved between the two, with Bella behind me. I was only a few inches away from Mike, and I'm sure he could feel my anger radiating off of me
Damn. Why does Cullen get everything? Not only is he smart, rich, and handsome, but now he has the best girl in school. What God did he bribe to get it all?
Me? Bribing a God. Almost a laughable idea, since I was most certainly damned by whatever God he believed in. But now that I had Bella away from him, I had a score to settle.
"Think twice before you touch my girl again, Newton," I said with enough displeasure that I'm sure he would seriously consider leaving Bella alone. For a while, anyway, before the hormones kicked in. I did like the idea of Bella being my girl, and mine alone. If only the pathetic hormone-driven teen boys could see that, everything would be easier. I did not need to deal with the jealousy in me; I had enough to deal with already.
"Oh yeah? She's your girl?" What, she's now a possession? Another girl with a heart to break, Cullen? Another name to add to your list of past girlfriends?
"Yes, now leave her alone before I have to make this lesson a little more physical." The thought of punching the daylights out of Newton was entertaining to think about, but I knew I would regret killing a human. I had not killed anyone in a very long time, and I did not want to break that record.
Then I heard Bella's voice, full of stress and worry, "Edward, stop, please. Can we just go?" How could I deny her anything? I wanted to strangle this boy in front of me, but I couldn't do it in Bella's presence. It was laughable that I wanted to protect her from a lusty boy, when I was probably more dangerous to her. She refused to see that, though. I was sure she would realize how dangerous I was after I beat the poor boy up, but I wouldn't do that.
Newton's thoughts interrupted my thoughts: No, Bella, don't go with him! He'll just give her a personal tour of the backseat of his car.
"You're right, Bella. He's not worth it." No one is worth upsetting her. I turned around to face her angelic face, and tried to force out the ideas surrounding the boy behind me. A few breaths of her sweet aroma, and every other idea was driven out of my head except those that involved her. Now that I was used to her scent, it wasn't nearly as painful as before. I then wrapped my arm around her waist, and led her to the door.
As I walked away from Newton, I turned my head and hissed, "This isn't over, Newton. Leave Bella alone. Touch her again, and I'll be sure to give you a black eye."
I'll be happy to take you up on that offer. If she has so much as a scratch from you on Monday, I will beat you into a pulp. And I'm sure Tyler and Eric will help me.
I'd like to see him try to beat me into a pulp. No mere mortal could do me any harm. We were out the door and into Rosalie's car in record time, and I had to remind myself that a roomful of humans were there as witnesses. I had to act normal.
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Bella POV
Edward nearly dragged me out of the gym, he was walking so fast. We got to the car, and he opened my door, as always. Once I was in, he walked around to the other side, but he didn't start the engine. He simply stared into the distance without focusing on anything. The silence was so awkward, I couldn't stand it.
"Are you Okay?" I asked.
"I'll be okay. I'm just trying to control my temper again."
"Should I ramble about something again?"
"No. I think I've got it under control. I'll take you home now." He started the car, and he drove to Charlie's House; the entire car ride we didn't speak. He pulled into the driveway, and turned the car off. Edward then turned to look at me. "I'm sorry about tonight, Bella. I hope I didn't completely ruin it for you. I'm so sorry." His face looked sad, and almost pained. By the end, he wasn't looking into my eyes anymore; instead, he was looking at the steering wheel.
"Oh, It's okay. I guess it's my fault; if I hadn't spilled the juice on you, you wouldn't have left me. I'm sorry about your shirt." It was still pretty red.
He turned to look at me again. "You can't seriously think that that was all your fault. You wouldn't be at this dance if it hadn't been for me. How can I make it up to you?"
"You can kiss me goodnight," I said. I really hoped he would take my suggestion, too.
He looked startled and surprised. "Really?"
"Yes." I then leaned towards him, and kissed him.
He pulled away before I could react like I had the afternoon before. "There was something I wanted to ask you earlier, but I was distracted." He paused for a moment, as if he was afraid I would say no. "Do you want to meet my family tomorrow?"
"Sure, Edward." I leaned in, kissed him again, and got out of the car. "Thanks for everything." I walked to the house, and as I got to the door, I whispered, "I love you, Edward."
I'm not sure if I imagined it, but I thought I heard an "I love you, too"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed my second "What if…"! Please review! Another thing… a couple people suggested that I should continue with the stories, but I have no real desire to. If anyone would like to write their own continuations of these, feel free! Just please email me if you want to; that would be awesome.
-Helloworld109