Edward's POV
From inside my room the horrible, painful cries on the second floor, drift up to the third floor. Right to me, while images of Batman Beyond flicker on my flat screen. With all my might, I try to concentrate on a show that relaxes me while she's down below, weeping.
The show ends and the credits roll. Blinking my eyes, I begin to feel like I blacked out through the whole episode since I wasn't paying attention to it. I grab the remote that sits beside me on my couch and play the next episode.
Over the intro of the show I'm watching, screams and cries are heard from the floor below me. I turn up the volume but still I hear her. There's no escaping her pain, though I've tried. Maybe I should be ashamed to admit that. But it's the truth.
A gasping breath is heard, followed by another loud scream.
I wince. This is horrible.
There's no telling how long we will have to endure her anguish and that's what bothers me. No one knows how long her pain will go on, we just have to wait it out.
She cries again and I'm not sure what to do. Neither is Jasper who stands guard outside the room where her screams are coming from. I hear his thoughts; he's debating if he should re-enter the room since he literally was kicked out of there moments ago. He's worried about her but decides to stay where he is. There's not much he can do in this uncomfortable situation anyways.
On my couch with my eyes on the TV screen as the cartoon plays, I sit as still as a statue. I'm supposed to be getting ready, picking out a shirt, but can't. I don't want to wear the shirts that occupy my closet. Though I have no other choice than to pick one.
It's very unfortunate.
An ear-piercing shriek followed by a loud sob is heard from the second floor.
The jumbled up thoughts that accompany these cries make no sense to me. I try blocking them out, but it's no use. Her thoughts are too loud and I'm too acquainted with her mind.
Out of everyone in the house my mind unintentionally picks hers to listen to. Like a station on a radio, the signal in my brain picks up every single strange thought she has.
She screams. I sigh.
As irritated with her as I am, and I'm very vax about what she did. I still can't stand to hear her be in pain.
Her screaming stops for a moment and I'm finally able to hear my TV. Though her low whimpers provide unwanted background noise.
With the quietness I'm able to breathe a little and hear my own thoughts. My eyes drift from my TV to my closet. I'm wondering what to do about my odd clothing situation.
I have never been in such a position where all of my clothing has been switched out to ones I dislike. All my shirts now have pictures of children's cartoon characters, or juvenile phrases on them, threatening to make me appear younger. Around age twelve, I would say. Maybe that's a bit of an over exaggeration, or maybe not. I don't know.
One thing I know for sure, is I'm irritated with my sister. This was her doing. Why did she assume I wanted her to do this? Again, I don't know.
I stop dwelling on the unwanted items in my closet and turn my attention back to my TV.
I sit as rigid as can be with my eyes locked on the cartoon that's playing. Just wondering what decision, I recently made that had Alice believing I wanted her to switch out my clothes. Because I have never once made the decision to buy skinny jeans and graphic tees. Those are definitely something I don't care for. But now, I have to wear them.
Unfortunately.
"Oh!" Alice squeaks in pain, sounding like she's been punched in the stomach.
Above the sounds from my TV, comes the noise from downstairs. A door opens and shuts as my sister gasps again.
"Alice?" Jasper asks in alarm.
"NO!" Alice screams at the top of her lungs.
Images pour through her head and swirl through mine. An avalanche of strange futures pours in her head like snow on a mountain top. A thousand different images with the same background run rampant and make me confused.
The only thing I understand about these visions is that they involve my Bella. Bella in weird overalls. I can't imagine why.
A cabinet on the first-floor slams and Alice sobs.
"Alice, what's wrong?" Jasper asks, fearing for the worst.
"I'm struggling with words to describe how hideous Bella's outfit is!" Alice cries. 'Why couldn't I have "seen" this when I was out shopping with Rose?'
Jasper doesn't respond.
"Ahh! Bella doesn't want to wear that. Doesn't anyone care that she needs my help!" Alice lets out a combination of a yell and a sob.
No one answers.
I haven't the slightest idea what's going on. But seeing Bella in my sister's visions, makes something click inside my brain. I think I might know what happened. Alice must have "seen" me wearing Superman pajamas at Bella's last night, without knowing the reason why. Which must have made her think I needed, or wanted, to dress like that from now on.
That has to be it. But she should have asked me first before she downgraded my wardrobe.
Exhaling, I run a hand through my hair. I sure hope Bella likes how I look with cartoon characters plastered on my clothing. Because I now have a wide variety of shirts and hoodies with those on them.
Thousands of images flood my mind. They are all from Alice's visions that are not in sequential order and don't really make sense. All of these visions involve Bella being awkwardly dressed.
I have no idea what's going on with that.
"Without me being able to shop, her life is over!" Alice's screams of suffering ring out in the air.
'Oh, my goodness. It's just for two weeks.' Mom thinks to herself. She chooses to say nothing aloud, hoping Alice will soon calm down.
My mother decided to ground Alice from shopping for two weeks when she asked her where my normal clothes were. That was after we spent an hour searching for my shirts, the ones without colorful pictures on them, with no luck. Because Alice had evidently donated all my normal clothes to the homeless population on main street after she had restocked my closet. She never had the permission to do such a thing, which in our mother's mind, called for Alice to be punished.
I shake my head. Only Alice would reorganize someone's closet when she wasn't asked to do so.
However, Alice wasn't the only one who was punished. My brothers and I were too. But for different reasons than our sister was. Though I'm not shedding a tear over being grounded for a week. It's inconvenient but I'll survive. After all, I did break my mother's favorite vase when Em, Jazz, and I had our egg fight in the dining room this afternoon.
"Esme," Emmett calls out from the first floor. "Where are the matches and does Carlisle have any EpiPens?"
'Matches and EpiPens in the same sentence. Never thought I'd hear that.' My mother's "voice" sounds frightened. "I'm afraid to ask, but why are you looking for those items?"
"Bro, what did you do? Who's the poor person that needs an EpiPen?" Jasper's curiosity is spiked.
"No one yet." Emmett answers nonchalantly. "Never know when those naughty peanuts will attack."
Of course, my oldest brother is the only one that could say that without laughing.
Over Alice's cries Emmett asks for his requested items again. I pay attention to my TV, not about to open my mouth and answer any strange questions. However, that doesn't mean I'm not listening to the odd conversation unfold.
"Babe," Roselie calls out from the second floor. "Why are you looking for those things?"
"Because they go together better than knives, a drill, and a hot bath bubble bath." Emmett proudly explains. Every word he says is serious, yet strange.
'Nothing in life could have ever prepared me for raising teenagers for all of eternity.' Esme thinks to herself.
At the same time Alice howls in terror, Rosalie explains Carlisle keeps EpiPens in his doctor bag. Which he has in his car. In other words, there's none here because none of us need it. Emmett groans in disappointment.
"Emmett, dear," Mom answers with warmth in her voice and fear in her thoughts. "Please stay away from matches, power tools, knives, and anything else that can harm the house."
"You got it, Ma." Emmett reassures our mother in a very enthusiastic tone. 'Now where are those half-eaten protein bars?' He wonders, ignoring our sister's shouts. His thoughts are all on random items to fill his purse with. Such as Band-Aids and sunscreen, and other things he has no use for.
Once more, Alice cries. She sounds like the world is ending.
It's utterly ridiculous.
'When will her dramatics end? I need to get in the mood to write about my hot lemon, her crying doesn't help.' Rosalie's thoughts are annoyed. She's trying to focus on writing but finding it difficult to do so with Alice throwing her fit. 'Seriously, what did Alice expect would happen when she did that? She brought this on herself.'
Alice continues her crying.
Jasper lets out a loud sigh. The sound is very overwhelming and so are his thoughts, which he chooses not to compose into words.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. Even though I'm mad at Alice, I don't want her to be hurting. But she is. She wants to shop and not for herself, but for Bella. Though she can't and that's causing her so much pain.
Everyone one but Jazz and I are going about their individual task, doing their best to ignore Alice's cries of agony.
My mother is in her bedroom, across the hall from me. She's tidying up her and my father's room.
Emmett is downstairs zipping through the house, doing whatever it is he's doing. Which involves opening up so many cupboards in the kitchen since he located one of our mother's purses, which he so desperately needed. Which exactly needs a purse for? I'm not sure.
Rosalie is in her room, working on her fanfiction, I suppose. More than once she has thought about the words "soft lemon" and "hot lemon." For some reason my mind keeps picking up on those odd phrases. Though I have no idea why.
Even though I'm not familiar with all of the lingo she uses for her stories, I get the gist of it. It has something to do with sex. For some reason I'm intrigued by that and begin to listen more closely.
Rosalie's deplorable thoughts - or at least they should be. Are on one of the Ninja Turtle characters engaging in pre-sexual activity with a human female. It seems interesting. Just as what Emmett told me about fingering, was oddly appealing to me.
A loud whimper shoots through the air, sending a chill up my back. I try to pay no mind to the unimportant thoughts of Alice. Since there's more fascinating things to absorb myself in, rather than the cries of a troublemaker. I concentrate on what holds my interest. Unfortunately, it's not the cartoon that's on my TV that I'm interested in, my focus is elsewhere.
Alice's tantrum, of sorts, carries on.
I do my best to block one sister's thoughts while I'm now locked into the other one's mind.
From Rosalie's mind to mine, scenes play out in her brain like a movie while I sit still on my couch and take it all in. She types and thinks, thinks and types inside her room. While I listen in on her thoughts about the story she's writing.
Though these thoughts aren't exactly private, since she shares them online with thousands of strangers to read for free, I still feel a bit guilty. I probably should be blocking out her thoughts of fictional characters having sexual relations, yet I can't. These things she's writing about have a hold on my curiosity.
There once was a time these thoughts would have held no interest to me. But now they do, and I want to know what happens next to these characters.
My mind is tuned into my oldest sister's thoughts about her fanfiction.
The mental scene becomes more intense with things I never once found remotely intriguing. Though now I do. I'm completely spellbound.
From my mind's eye I see the scene carry on. The ninja turtle who wears the red mask is licking his girlfriend between her legs. Making her see white and call out his name while he licks faster and inserts a finger into her opening.
My breath becomes rapid as my pants become tight. It's obvious I'm aroused from this.
Ugh! What is wrong with me?
These secondhand thoughts seem very exciting. Making me more curious about things that are foreign to me. As her ideas progress and become more intense I begin to feel awkward with where my own thoughts are going. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as embarrassing if I were reading it inside of being guided by Rose's "voice."
Getting up from my couch and blocking my sister's fanfiction out of my mind, along with everyone else's thoughts. I go over to my desk, sit down, and open up my laptop. Without really thinking I begin typing fast and end up on a sight I never thought I'd visit, Fanfiction.
I quickly learn there's so many fandoms to choose from, more than I imagined. However, it doesn't take me long to pick the most interesting one. Coincidentally, it's about the characters that are on my TV screen.
A few seconds pass and I find something to read. Stories about Terry McGinnis and his pretty girlfriend, Dana. They may be cartoon characters on a kid's show, but what I'm reading is definitely not for kids.
The one-shot I'm reading is full of sex and spins my own fantasies. I can't believe people, other than Rosalie, actually write stuff like this. I keep reading. As soon as I get to the end, I'm on the hunt for another.
Time goes by and now I've read four different stories. I keep searching for more, falling down a rabbit hole as I find more and more good stories to read. Each one makes me feel all warm and tingly and fantasize about the characters. Making me feel different, the way no comic book, or novel has ever made me feel before.
It's very exhilarating.
I quickly find another one and begin reading it.
"This is pitiful!" Jasper shouts from his and Alice's room, where he is comforting her. His physical voice pulls me out of the story I'm reading. "Sex is literally oozing from the walls! Will the two people that are all hot and bothered put a cork in it?"
Realization hits me like a brick. My brother can feel my intense feelings and is aware of my aroused state. Immediately I sit motionless at my desk with my eyes on the screen, though I'm no longer reading. The words blur together while I feel all wrong inside and my skinny jeans become less tight.
I like what I was reading but now feel ashamed. Deeply ashamed.
"Emmett and Rosalie," Mom calls out. "Please stop overwhelming Jasper with those feelings."
Her voice is a firm warning. Though it's definitely not unusual for her to say that to them, it's embarrassing right now. Because I know Emmett wasn't feeling that way, it was me. I badly want to disappear.
"I'm just writing!" Rosalie shouts.
"Can't blame me this time, Ma. I'm not having sexy feelings toward ChapStick." Emmett cheerfully announces, making his way up the stairs. He's thinking about the lip balm he put in the purse he's holding.
'What?' My mother is clearly confused by my brother's odd statement.
"Rosalie, stop!" Jasper yells and she laughs. Once more he repeats his words.
"I need to finish my chapter and I'm just getting to the good part." Rosalie explains.
"Children, stop your bickering!" Mom warns. 'What a day. I'm sure my left eye is twitching.'
Alice screeches. She sounds like an owl. Suddenly, odd visions of Bella wearing dresses made out of burlap sacks run through her mind.
I have no idea what that's about. I stop following her thoughts that aren't making much sense.
"Rosalie!" Jasper calls her name fierce and fast.
"Damit, Jasper! Quit interrupting my concentration." Rosalie says full of irritation. 'If he's bothered by my feelings about a soft lemon… Just wait until I make it even more steamy.' She inwardly laughs.
Jasper groans.
It's clear he's bothered by her feelings that go along with what she's writing. Too bad for him, she finds it funny that she's irritating him while finishing her chapter.
More hollering and laughing is heard between the two of them, a couple doors slam, and I sit still. All while Rose types and Alice sniffles, barely aware of what is happening around her.
My spiky haired sister seems to be lost in a superficial world with ugly overalls and strange dresses. I can't tell if it's the memories of her visions now, or if it's her own hideous daydream driven by fear, that's running rampant in her head. Either way, it's weird.
Jasper and Rosalie carry on with their arguing while I sit here in front of my laptop feeling guilty. At the same moment I shamefully bury my head in my hands, my mother shouts for everyone to get along and stop fighting and quit complaining.
Without warning, loud music comes bumping through the speakers from Jasper's Steiro. Christian rock music echoes throughout the house. The sound of the musical artist singing about God, and oddly abstinence, is heard loud and clear. Jasper's message, which is aimed at Rosalie, is getting through to me.
I feel so blameworthy about what I was reading. Keeping my face covered by my hands, I stay seated and don't move.
The song carries on, vibrating the windows and doors. That song comes to a close and another one begins. I swear this one is even louder than the first.
The lyrics, which are about fighting off impure temptations and remaining close to God while remembering your body is a holy temple. Ring out loud and clear, making me feel even more terrible.
By no means am I religious. But I feel shameful about what I subjected myself to.
The music is really blaring. I'm sure if we had neighbors, they would assume we are holding a religious concert tonight. There is no other explanation for this level of noise.
"Hallelujah!" Rosalie shouts, doing her best to sound like a holy roller in the house of God on a Sunday morning. "May Jesus bless me and forgive me for my sins for writing this blasphemy called smut! But I can't help it since it's so much fun… So, Hallelujah!"
"Praise Jesus!" Emmett shouts for the hell of it.
"Write that shit some other time." Jasper says in an irritated tone. More than anything he wants to manipulate Rose's emotions. But chooses not to.
'Why must my children act up when I'm the only parent home?' My mother wonders to herself. 'They are quite normal when Carlisle is home. Why can't they continue that behavior when he's at work?'
"Will someone turn off the music?" Rosalie shouts.
"Not until your emotions change." Jasper shouts back.
Alice whines. She's focused on her visions of possible futures, all involving Bella and strange clothes. Evidently, she's not even paying attention to the here and now.
Lucky her. Our house is full of chaos and confusion. How we aren't all on an Insane Asylum is beyond me.
"Like it or not, Jasper," Rosalie replies. "I'm writing my smutty chapter. Deal with it!"
Jazz doesn't reply. From his thoughts I see where his focus is now, on Alice. She seems to either be having a meltdown or breakdown.
"Smut?" My mother says in a stun tone. She had no idea Rose wrote that kind of stuff. She also has no idea why all of us are listening to loud religious music.
"This is a fashion crisis!" Alice screams in agony, snapping out of the future. Her thoughts are still on Bella. "I need to save my best friend from her doom!"
Simultaneously my mother sighs, an exasperated sound. She's unmoved by Alice's outburst. While Rosalie's thoughts become loud in my mind and religious music becomes even louder.
Jasper yells something but I don't hear. At the same time Rosalie shouts back a booming laugh echoes in my room, drowning out every other sound in the house. The sound that makes me aware I'm no longer alone startles me, and I jump.
"Better be careful, brother mine," Emmett chuckles, putting a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it. 'Some of those fanfiction lemons will burn your virgin eyes… and mind. They are too hot to handle.'
I drop my hands from my face and look up at him. He's grinning from ear to ear and has a large bright pink purse slung over his shoulder. I can't imagine why.
"I was just….reading." I reply nonchalantly.
He chuckles.
It's clear he's not here to judge. Why would he? After all, he recommended I read this kind of literature. Though he never expected to actually catch me reading it, that's clear in his mind.
"Yeah, I see." He says, clearly amused. He takes his hand off of my shoulder. "And irritating Jazz at the same time. Funny stuff." He giggles.
"Whatever." I scoff. "I wasn't trying to aggravate anyone."
"Naw, kid. That was just a bonus." He grins, clutching the purse he holds.
Without responding I quickly turn off my laptop, making it known that I'm done with this conversation. I know he could go on talking about this, but I don't want to. After all, I have more important things to do. Like picking out a shirt.
At the same time, I get up from my desk, the ear-piercing religious music finally stops. Followed by our mother scolding Jasper and Rosalie for their ridiculous argument that is quite childish. Her lecture doesn't last long and now she's informing Alice she will survive from being punished. Not being able to shop won't kill her.
I don't hear the rest of what's being said as I make my way to my closet. I'm not trying to pay attention to their personal conversations.
Two feet away from my closet, Emmett grabs my arm, stopping me from going any further. I turn around. His wordless thoughts are very joyful, I look up at him.
"I got something to show you." He explains in a whisper, releasing my arm.
"What's that?" I wonder.
A mischievous smile spreads across his face. Suddenly I am fearing nothing good could come from this.
"Please tell me there's not a bomb in that bag." I say the words without thinking.
'What? No!' Emmett shakes his head and laughs out loud.
I raise one eyebrow. "Then what's in it?"
"Glad you asked." He says, sounding like a game show host.
Crossing my arms over my bare chest, I look at him with an over done expression of patience.
"It's a human survival kit. Made it myself." He proudly announces. Gently, he pats the handbag that hangs over his shoulder. 'You'll never guess what's in it.'
"Probably not." I admit. "But why do you need it?"
"It's not for me, it's for you." He clarifies in one breath.
"For me?" I repeat the words that make no sense to me.
He nods his head as he unzips the purse. "It has everything you need to survive an evening on your own with Baby Sis. You can never be too prepared, ya know."
I stare at him, deadpan.
Of course, I didn't know what he would say beforehand. But that is definitely not what I was expecting.
He begins to rummage through the bag. I stand still, just watching him.
"We don't need this stuff but it's good for humans to always have it with them. Like Band-Aids," He pulls his hand out of the bag, holding a small box in the air.
My eyes widened. I can definitely see the use of Band-Aids with Bella.
He grins. Swiftly he puts the Badges back and gets ready to pull the next item out.
"If she's hungry," He slowly pulls out his hand. "Bam! Here's a snack. Whole potato!"
I roll my eyes. "People don't eat raw potatoes. Those have to be cooked."
'I don't think that's right.' He shakes his head. "It's an on the go snack like an apple."
"No." I say flatly.
Shrugging his shoulders, he plops the potato back in the purse. With so much excitement he pulls out the next item his hand comes in contact with.
"There's also sunscreen and lip balm." He shows me those items. "Can't have her getting burnt by the sun."
I scoff. "Em, it's nighttime," I remind him. "The sun won't even be out."
To prove my point, I point outside my window wall at the darkening sky. Though it's still light out, the moon is replacing the sun.
"Okay," He shrugs, unphased by my words. "So maybe not a sunburn. But a moon burn." He laughs at his own joke.
I scoff.
His attempt at a lame joke is more annoying than funny.
Though I don't laugh, my brother isn't bothered. He goes on pulling out the rest of the items from the giant purse. Such as four half eaten protein bars, a pair of Rosalie's socks, a large red Kool-Aid spoon, a turkey baster, a red feather wand. One hardboiled egg, a blue sticky gecko, a plastic banana, and an empty water bottle.
Every item he shows me he explains what I can use it for. Which is very different from the actual use a human would have for these items.
I keep quiet while he reaches back in the bag. There are more items he wants to show me.
His smile is a mile wide as he pulls out a pair of pink fuzzy dice, a block of Gouda cheese, for unknown reasons. A bag of frozen Brussel sprouts, which he's very certain I will need tonight. But I'm doubtful.
Once again, he puts those things back in and pulls out other useless items. This time it's a small packet of one-year-old jelly beans, three oddly shaped rocks. A box of baking powder, a snow globe from Egypt, a can of air freshener, swimming goggles, a yellow kazoo, toiletries, a tube of bubbles, and a pack of AA batteries.
Not sure what I would need any of these items for, especially that fake feather. I don't say a word, I just stay quiet.
I know he means well, but his human survival kit is quite ridiculous. There's nothing he has that I will need. Besides, it's a purse and I'm not taking it anywhere.
"Now, get ready, kid, it's time for the more lucrative items." He lowers his voice to a whisper, sounding like he's letting me in on a secret. He quickly pulls out a small blue and white box. 'There's actually instructions inside the box for how to insert these bad boys.'
"Tampons?" My jaw drops to the floor.
"Oh God." Rosalie says from her and Emmett's room. 'Why does he have tampons?'
'And just as I expected,' My mother's thoughts are horrified. 'Emmett's need for one of my old purses comes back to haunt me.'
Emmett joyfully holds out the box. I wonder what he exactly assumes I'm going to be doing with those.
He takes an individually wrapped tube out of the box and clutches it in his closed fist. Without a word he puts it in my hand, reluctantly, I take it from him. The way he does this odd exchange reminds me of a drug dealer making a sale to someone that really doesn't want what he's giving out.
'Naw man, not tampons.' He shakes his head no. Though that is in fact what he's holding. "You can call them vampire tea bags. But I don't suggest drinking the "tea" after the bag is full."
Once again, I'm staring at my brother, expressionless.
"Vampire tea bags?" Everyone in the house repeats Emmett's strange words.
"Emmett, that's disgusting!" Jasper calls from his and Alice's room. 'I'll never be able to forget this.'
My thoughts match Jasper's as I hand the wrapped tube back to Emmett. I'll never be able to forget this odd situation either.
With a smirk Emmett puts the box of tampons inside the handbag. I watch with caution as he rummages around inside the bag. With a toothy smile he pulls out the next item and holds it in the air like a trophy.
I stare at my brother holding an athletic cup. Of course, since we are vampires, one would think that type of protection isn't needed. But since there's some areas of the body that are still sensitive, that being one, and the other being our eyes. My Brother's and I are no strangers to wearing cups for contact sports. But mini golf is not a contact sport and there's no reason why I would need that.
"Em, why would I need that tonight?" I wonder.
"Never know when you'll need a cup to protect your happy sack." He cheerfully explains, still holding up an athletic cup.
I raise one eyebrow. "Since when would I need that for mini golf?"
He shrugs. "Remember the Boy Scout motto, always be prepared."
I roll my eyes.
"Dude," His thoughts flash to the bathroom in the hallway. "Maybe you better go put this on so your chicken tenders will stay safe."
He tries to hand it to me. I shake my head no, not about to take the item from him. There's no logical reason why I would need it.
"I definitely won't be needing it." I say stubbornly.
Emmett gives me a doubtful look. Before I have time to ponder over why he's so persistent over me needing a cup, he shrugs his shoulders and moves on, dropping it back in the purse. In a blink of an eye, he unzips the front pocket, reaches in and pulls out a long colorful string of six…
"Condoms?" I say in an unimpressed tone.
"Yeah." He pumps his fist in the air. "Second dates are made for going fast. Use these to get a little oral magic once she's had enough finger banging and you won't be disappointed."
I don't respond.
Before he's able to say another word, or pull another item out of his purse, our mother burst through my room like a gust of wind. Her thoughts are unhappy and so is the look on her face. Worst of all, her left eye is twitching in that scary way it does when she's had enough nonsense.
"Emmett James," She scolds him in her best 'mom voice.' He becomes rigid and his smirk leaves his face. "There are certain things you do not need to encourage. And this is definitely one of them." She takes the condoms from him. "Now behave yourself. Go put everything, including my purse back where they belong."
"Yes, ma'am." Emmett says and quickly leaves my room.
My siblings and I are all aware when our mother speaks in that tone, which could wake the dead. It's time to listen because she's not playing around.
'Oh, that boy and his odd ideas.' She shakes her head then looks at me. A thousand different thoughts run through her mind at the speed of light. There's too many thoughts to count and I don't know which one she's going to choose to speak of.
With all my might I pray she's not going to give me a sex talk. I see that in her mind from the item she's holding. That topic keeps coming back up and it's something I fear since my father's talk didn't go over so well. It was downright terrifying, and I don't want history to repeat itself.
"Edward," She begins, setting the item she took from Emmett on top of my dresser. "Remember to always be a gentleman. Don't rush into sex until you and Bella are both ready."
'Oh no.' I gulp and close my eyes. She is going to have 'the talk' with me.
I become ridged with anxiety.
'Oh no. He's uncomfortable with this.' My mother sighs and turns off the TV.
"Edward," She says in a gentle tone. I open my eyes and look at her. "I know this type of conversation isn't easy –"
"It's mortifying." I cut her off.
A sympathetic smile spreads across her face. "I know. All I want to say is, just wait to consummate your relationship." She advises. "Until both of you get to know each other better and are ready. Or… Until the two of you are married." She pauses, contemplating if she should have another type of talk with me. One about the benefits of abstinence. She quickly decides not to.
Trying not to feel uncomfortable about this conversation, I nod in agreement.
"Anyways," My mother goes on. "Always keep in mind that intimacy is a big step in a relationship. It's not only about pleasure, but intimacy is also becoming vulnerable to your mate. It's a beautiful act of love between two people that should not be taken lightly." She takes a deep breath. 'You don't need to listen to anyone, including Emmett. There's no need to rush into it. It's no one's choice but yours and Bella's.'
Her words are not a lecture. But a warning filled with love.
"I won't rush into it." I honestly reply.
She smiles, pleased by my answer. "Now," she says, changing the subject. "If we leave now we can go get you a new phone. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good." I grin.
Since my phone was damaged in the rain, I need to replace it. But since I'm underage and on our family phone plan as a fifteen-year-old. I must have a parent with me to sign paperwork.
The younger my role is, the less independence I truly have. It's very frustrating.
"You need to pick out a shirt so we can leave." She says in a matter-of-fact tone. "Do you need my help?"
The last sentence is not necessarily a question but more of a fact. Since I'm shirtless and she wants to leave in a timely manner, to make it to the phone company before they close in thirty minutes. She plans on helping me pick something to wear before I decide to leave without a shirt.
Those thoughts of my mothers are silly to me. I wouldn't do that but she's not so sure.
After all, she's more than aware of how much I don't like my new clothes. Which I never even wanted. Since I made my dislike for the juvenile items very clear.
How I wish we could return my childish wardrobe and be rid of everything Alice bought me. Though that's not possible since they were on clearance and there's a no return policy. I also wish I could make a quick stop at a store along the way and buy something nice to wear. But my mother had already turned that idea down. She seemed stressed out and a bit irritated as she went into a small speech about how all of us kids are so quick to buy new items rather than just use what we have. She also made it clear she wants to put a stop to our spoiled behavior and minimize everyone's spending habits.
Because of what my mother said. I know I have to make do with what I have. Don't complain and just make the best of it.
I can try to do that.
"I would definitely appreciate your help." I admit.
A warm smile spreads across my mother's face. She darts over to my closet, grabs two shirts that she believes would look best on me. The first one is a blue long sleeve shirt with a sleeping Pikachu on it. The other is white with words on the front that read, I Love When Mom Lets Me Play Video Games, with a picture of a game controller underneath the words.
"Which one?" She asks.
Neither are my cup of tea; both are ridiculous in their own right. Though I see from her mind which of the two she's hoping I'll wear. Even though I'm not enthusiastic about my new clothes, I don't want to disappoint my mother.
"That one." I point to the one she likes the most.
She smiles, hands me the shirt and hangs Pikachu back up in my closet.
Inwardly I sigh as I pull the garment over my head. Immediately I catch a glimpse of my reflection in my window and cringe. I was right before when I said these clothes make me appear to be twelve years old.
That was not an over exaggeration. I look like a kid that should be in middle school, not high school.
This is horrible.
Though, at least my mother is happy.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
A/N: This chapter took a while to perfect. I had a lot of fun creating it and it was not easy to let it go. Lol. I just kept adding to it long after it was finished. Hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading this chapter.
Please leave a review. No matter if it's one word or several, or even a happy face, I'd enjoy hearing from you. I appreciate everyone's reviews. :)))