BPOV Ch.3 Dinner
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"I give up. What?" I tried to smile, but despite the effort I gave it-none- it probably ended up looking like a grimace.
That gleam in his eye usually mean two things, either he has something planned for me that I usually end up not liking, or, I groaned inwardly, he's got new friends that he wants me to meet.
I don't have any problems meeting people, its just when I try to talk to his friends, it always gets awkward.
"Well," he paused for affect, "As chief of Forks it's my job to introduce people and show them around, as you know." Once again he paused, and looked at me expectantly.
"Annnd..?" I asked, trying to sound interested. Charlie looked satisfied and continued.
"And we got a new transfer officer from upstate at the station, and when I talked to him, I found out he has two kids that are your age." He stopped, looking at me with a slightly worried, slightly hopeful expression.
I sighed. I didn't want to disappoint Charlie. "So what did you do then?"
I had an idea of what, though.
"Well, I invited them over for dinner tonight." He glanced up to look at me.
Bingo. I knew it. Well I guess I can't be too bad…
"That's great!" I smiled encouragingly. "What should I cook?
Charlie looked relived that I was supposedly fine with it, while he told me what to cook and how many people would be here.
As soon as the chicken was in the oven, I went upstairs to change into some clean clothes; I had spilt some sauce on my shirt and pants.
That's going to leave a stain…and its one of my favorite shirts…and Edwards…I thought sheepishly.
I pulled out a pair of white cargos, from Alice, and a brown quarter-sleeved shirt with a beaded fringe, also from Alice.
I went into the bathroom to make sure no sauce got on my face.
I wish Edward was here- I'm afraid of what will happen at dinner...I thought about falling on my face in front of everyone…stuff like THAT.
I sighed and went back to my room. Since there was nothing else to do, I decided to clean up my room a little bit. It was borderline disastrous looking.
As I was straightening up my desk, the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock next to my bed. 5:30.
Wow! Their exactly on time! I hope the chickens done. I sprinted down the first few stairs. Bad idea.
Right when I started to brace myself to hit the floor, a lightly tanned, muscular arm caught me around my waist.
I looked up. I saw a boy about my age with a squared jaw and amused, sparkling green eyes and curly, below the ear length brown hair.
I stared, unable to say anything until all of the sudden movement pulled me up to my feet, and also, out of my daze.
"Oh, uhhm thanks…" I smiled sheepishly and blushed furiously out of embarrassment of almost falling on my face, like I was afraid of.
"No problem, your very light," he flashed me a pearly white smile. "I'm Elliott." He held out his hand.
My girly side squealed at the smile he gave to me. Only me. But the other part of me thought of Edward and didn't care at all…needless to say Edward won. I shook those thoughts out of my head and told my girly side to shut up. "Isabella. But call me Bella." I smiled and shook his hand.
As he let go, I got a good look at our dinner guests. I saw a girl that was about my age too, and she looked similar to Elliott.
The must be twins or something. I thought.
But she had shoulder length hair that was brown but had more red in it than Elliott's. She had a warm smile that looked slightly forced and guarded green eyes. I immediately knew Elliott was the carefree and fun twin.
She walked out to me, but unlike Elliott, she kept her hands to her sides. "I'm Elaine, and that's Gram," she jerked her thumb over to an at least sixty year old woman that was snottily looking around our house from her perch on the couch.
"…and my dad, Joe." She continued to point to her father. He was exceptionally tall; at least 6 ft. He had mouse-brown hair like Elliott, but unlike the twins, who were nothing alike in my opinion, he was much paler.
He must not get out much. I mused.
He looked up as he heard Elaine mention him, and walked over to me. As he got closer, I saw his eyes were and interesting color. A kind-of golden green color.
Emerald! I concluded after thinking a bit.
He had a smooth-walking-on-ice type of saunter, I noticed.
"I see you have met my children," he stated when he got to me. "My name is Joseph Chandler. I would tell you to call me Joe, but my daughter has already told you that." He smiled, and it was just as bright as Elliott's.
Silence followed his introduction.
I had a feeling this would happen…Elliott brought me out of my thoughts.
"Well, where's the grub?" he smiled crookedly. He was very good at that, I noticed. "I'm starving!"
"God Elliott! You're such a pig!" Elaine said, then lightly slapping his arm.
The sight of a boy that has clearly worked out a lot, look extremely pained at a light slap on the arm, is funny. I Imagined Emmett looking like he's about to cry if Rosalie hit him with a pillow, and that made me laugh out loud.
Elaine joined me a second later, but Elliott just grinned.
When I composed myself, I pointed to the table. Charlie helped me out.
He cleared his throat. "You guys can sit now. Bella and I will put the food on the table."
The rest of the night went by pretty fast. We all talked about Forks, school and what its like to move to a new place. I was so caught up in Elliott and Elaine's questions that I didn't notice that Joe barely touched his food. In fact, he didn't touch it at all.
"So what did you think of them?" Charlie asked from the living room.
"Well," I paused to scrub a pot, "well they were nice."
A little weird, but nice. The grandma didn't talk at all…I was startled out of my thoughts by Charlie asking another question.
"Just 'nice'?" he was silent for a moment. When I didn't respond, he shrugged. "Ok."
I finished up the dishes and told Charlie I was going to bed. I trudged up the stairs, my thoughts scattered.
When I got to my room, I didn't see Edward, but I figured he would be here soon, so I quickly changed into the silky victorias secret p.j.s mom fed ex'd me from home, and went to wash my face. When I came back, I looked around and to my excitement, saw Edward sitting cross-legged in my rocking chair, his carved face lighting up when he saw me.
My heart started to beat faster. "Hello." I tried to act indifferent when I plopped down into his lap.
"So, how was your night?" his velvety voice questioned.
"Interesting," I replied, continuing to explain the new family and dinner.
He stiffened when I mentioned the Chandlers, but I decided to let it slide for now. I was content with the silence, and just wanted to sit there with him, his chin resting on my head, me leaning against him.
"I love you, my Bella," he murmured so quietly into my hair, I could barely understand what he said.
"Me too." I said just as quietly, but I knew he had heard me, because he lightly kissed my forehead.
Suddenly Edward took a non-needed breath and sighed. I found myself flipped around and looking up into his golden eyes. He looked back, searching for any signs of a reaction.
Wait…reaction? What's going on…? I was instantly worried.
"Edward, what's…" he stopped me.
"Bella, we need to talk."
Cliffy! Hehe.
What do you think? I will start writing Ch.4 as soon as I can, but tell me, Should ch.4 be a Chandlers POV or Bella's POV? Pm me your answer or put it in reviews. Let me know!
