DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Except the pretty lil' story in my head. ;)
The last words were mumbled in a low whisper but, I still heard him. I smiled then. Something I seemed to do more often when I was with Edward and when I thought of him.
We drove in silence, only holding each others hands and giving the occasional glance in each others direction. Of course, my cheeks were turning red from being in this moment.
We drove through the trees, on the road leading to his house. Seems that he wanted to be in the privacy of his own home to continue our conversation. He must have heard my thoughts because he turned to me and asked, "You don't mind going to my house to talk? You can always stay over, since Alice will be home." he paused. "She and Jasper were staying out for a few more hours then, she would be home. So you can sleep in her room, if you want to, I mean."
"I'll just have to call Charlie and tell him. But, I would love to stay the night." Who wouldn't want to stay in a safe, secure home where I've felt at home for many years?
We arrived in the driveway moments later and as Edward turned off the car, he turned to me and looked deep into my eyes. I asked, "What is it?"
He shook his head and said, "Nothing, it's just, I am really happy and words cant express my thoughts." I smiled.
He opened his door and I opened mine before he made it over to my side. As I got out, he grabbed my right hand with his right and placed his left on my waist.
He walked me through the threshold of the house, closing the door without hesitation. Carlisle and Esme were always up late on the weekends and of course, knowing their children were at a party, they wanted to hear the stories.
You see, Carlisle and Esme are hip parents. They are young for their ages. Esme had Emmett at the young age of 18 and Alice and Edward were shortly after. I had always felt at ease confiding in Esme as a mother figure since my own mother, Renee, was in Florida with her new husband, Phil. I visited in the summer but, my real place in my life that I never wanted to leave was Forks.
As we walked through the foyer, we heard footsteps, clearly a sign that someone wanted to hear a story.
"Edward? Is that you, darling?" It was Esme. She had an enormous, loving smile on her face.
She floated into the room gracefully. She didn't look a bit tired, even though I was sure she would be in bed within the next hour. It was 12:30 am, after all.
She saw me and a worried look crossed her face. Was my face still red from the ride over? Did I still have tears in my eyes?
"Bella, sweetie. It's so nice to see you again. Is there anything wrong? Carlisle can stop making our late night snack to check you out if you're hurt…" she began. I shook my head.
"I'm fine, Esme. Just a rough night at the party, that's all."
Before she could say anything else, Carlisle showed up by her side. He saw me and said, "What a surprise. How are you, Bella? It's very nice to see you."
"Hello, Carlisle." I answered. "I'm fine. It's very nice to see you both again." A smile crossed my face once again.
Edward cleared his throat. "Mom, Dad. Is it alright if Bella stays here tonight?" Carlisle's eyebrows rose. "In Alice's room of course. By the way, she should be home soon. She's out with Jasper."
Esme nodded in approval and Carlisle just smiled. Carlisle glanced down to Edward's firm grip on my hand, he smiled an even wider smile. His eyes seemed to have circles underneath them. He was the best doctor at the Forks Community Hospital. He was on call 24/7.
"Of course, son." Carlisle replied.
With that, Edward pulled me along to the staircase that wound up to the 2nd floor, leading to everyone's bedrooms.
We heard Esme squeal and giggle while we made our way upstairs. It was as if to say, 'It's about time!'.
Edward's hand was very warm against my freezing hands. It was summer after all and the house was freezing, being cooled by air conditioners.
We arrived at his door and he opened it. I gasped as I entered and Edward's grip on my hand tightened. What I saw when I entered the room was the most beautiful room I've ever seen. I hadn't been in his room for what seemed like forever. Sine 8th grade that is. His walls used to be covered with posters of kiddy bands that we liked then, but now, they were covered with posters of more mature sounding artists. Artists like Debussy, the Beatles, any band you could think of.
His walls were white and there was the biggest bed I've ever seen in the middle of the far wall. Along the wall to the right, there was a large sound system and a countless number of CD's.
Edward made his way to the bed, dragging me along like he had been before, and sat me down. He pulled open his dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt.
He handed them to me. "Put these on, you'll feel better."
I then excused myself from his room and walked to the bathroom that was connected to it.
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