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Summary: AH/OOC/EPOV: Edward struggles to determine whether or not he should tell his best friend, Bella, that he's in love with her before they graduate, or whether he should just give up on her altogether. However, she has a plan that'll make things very difficult for Edward.
Previously: Edward finally tells Bela he loves her and she loves him back. He then takes her to the meadow.
A/N: Yeah once again, i'm just making up when college letters come. Sorry it took so long to update. I'm a fail, I know. Sometimes life just becomes more important than fanfiction. Shock horror! Okay just letting you know I didn't plan for this to be a long story so this will be the second last chapter. I pretty much hate this chapter, I think it's poorly written and for that i'm sorry.
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BLISS
I'm happy. So damn happy. I didn't know people could even feel this happy without their insides bursting. But here I stand, with my beautiful Bella, our fingers twined as we walk into school together. Bella whispers "I love you," like she has so many times since last weekend. The weekend that truly changed my life for the better. Even school can't put me in a bad mood.
James and Victoria – who have taken to sitting at the opposite end of the cafeteria – can't put me in a bad mood. Teachers droning on and on can't put me in a bad mood. That little letter that is due in the post – now that might put me in a bad mood. If i'd let myself think about the bad consequences, too much. I'm sure i'll get into Dartmouth, very sure. Bella, however, despite her brilliance – doesn't have the connection that my family does. Not that it matters. I'll go wherever she does, whether that be to Dartmouth or the University of Alaska. I just know that if she doesn't get in, she'll be upset and that's something I can't bear to see.
Our prom is tomorrow night and I'd hate for there to be this negative air because of college. It just isn't worth it. I always thought college was my ticket out of Forks – when i'd truly grow and evolve. I'd grow out of my asshole ways and I'd learn new things and finally have some direction in my life. That's all well and great, except now, my only direction is whatever involves Bella. I just need to be with her.
"I'm so excited for prom!" Alice squeals, as I take my seat at our usual table beside Bella. "I can't believe it's finally here and that we'll be graduating soon. It's crazy. Oh Jazzy!" Alice throws herself into Jasper's lap and kisses him frantically. Of course, they're both going to Harvard. That was assured long ago. Rose is smiling at her best friend and brother, because she too is so sure of her's and Emmett's fate. They're both going to Yale. We're all ivy league couples – yes i'm determined Bella and I will be included it that. Who would've though Forks High could've produced that?
"I actually am excited," Bella comments. "I mean, I am going to prom with an incredibly sexy guy...."
"Oh," I gasp, feigning shock. "Why didn't you tell me about this incredibly sexy guy sooner?"
"I just love to torture you, Eddie," Bella jokes as she leans in for a kiss. I comply and I can hear Emmett wolf-whistling while I hungrily attack Bella's lips.
"Get a room," Rose laughs.
"Like you two can talk. You guys don't even need a room, just a broom closet," Jasper states. Then before I know it, our whole table is bickering at one another. I'm really going to miss these guys.
"Ooh-kay, girls," Alice addresses Rose and Bella. "Tomorrow, we're meeting at Rose's at eleven. Jasper, you're not allowed to be home. You're going to my place along with Edward and Emmett. Then us girls will all go over there and meet you before our limo takes us to the function centre."
"Okay, Al," us guys agree. We know better than to argue with my little sister. She may be small, but believe me – she's certainly capable of a big attack.
I drive by Bella's after school, so she can check the mail and of course; there's a letter from Dartmouth. She takes a deep breath before tucking it in her bag, then we speed over to mine. I check the mail also, finding a letter from Dartmouth of the same size.
"Fuck," I sigh. "Bella what if neither of us gets in? Or only one of us?"
"It'll work itself out," Bella assures me as we take our seats at the kitchen bench. I nervously fiddle with the envelop in my hand until Bella says "Okay, let's just do it." She quickly rips at her envelope and takes our the letter within, while I follow her lead. Now instead of envelopes, we just have the letters. "We flip them over, on the count of three."
"Three, two.....one," Bella counts.
I flip my letter over nervously, then open it up;
Dear Mr Cullen, it reads, I am very pleased to inform you of your acceptance into Dartmouth University as a freshman for Fall 2009.
And that's all I need to read. None of the other crap matters, except for Bella. Lucky for me, she has a letter identical mine, with the exception of Dear Ms Swan.
"We got in!" Bella cheers.
I lift Bella up from her stool and place her on the bench, holding her in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms tighten around my neck and she's squealing – because we got in to fucking Dartmouth! "Yes! Yes!" Bella exclaims. "Oh E!" She giggles and then my mother just has to clear her throat and make her presence known as she walks into the kitchen.
"Not on the bench, Edward," she says sharply.
"Oh Mrs Cullen! We weren't doing that! We got into Dartmouth!" Bella exclaims.
"Congratulations! Still though, please get away from the bench," my mother chuckles. "I make your meals there."
"You know me mom, I'm a virgin! I'd never, ever do anything raunchy. Especially not on the kitchen bench," I lie. I probably would, knowing me. Not that mine and Bella's relationship has had much progression, aside from oral and hand jobs. That's my doing, though, believe it or not – i'm planning something special for the post-graduation celebrations.
"Yes and I'm George Bush," my mother says in response to my virgin comment. She's wise to my slutty ways, but Hey! I'm reformed now! "I'm going for dinner with Rosalie and Jasper's mother, you should call your father at the hospital and let him know." With that, she walks from the kitchen.
Bella unhooks herself from me and I take my mother's advice and call the good doctor. He's thrilled, of course. He went to Dartmouth, as did his father and his father's father before him. God forbid me from breaking the tradition. It sucks i've got to spend a ridiculous amount of years in college so I can become a doctor, though. I do want to be a doctor, a paediatric oncologist to be specific. It just sucks because that means it'll be a while before I can truly start my life with Bella. Wait....where did that come from? We just started dating!
I shake the thought away and walk back over to my beaming Bella. "I should get home and get dinner ready for Charlie," she whispers. "Although, when I think I tell him i'm going away to college with you, he'll be less than thrilled."
"Does he know...we're, you know, together?" I ask.
"He's always thought we were secretly together," Bella laughs. "But yes, he does know and he can't stop us living together. He likes you though, I'm sure it will be okay."
"Maybe to be safe, you should hide his gun," I suggest. Bella playfully slaps me and giggles in response, then lets herself out of the kitchen and walks over to my car.
"Until tomorrow then," I sigh as I drop her off at her place.
"Mhm, prom," Bella whispers. "Okay, see you then. I love you."
"I love you too," I reply.
I see Bella's father's police cruiser driving up the street, so I bolt out of there. Sure he liked me before, but i'm not too keen on sticking around to see if he still thinks of me as fondly. Guess i'll have to find out tomorrow....
The following morning, Alice wakes me up and informs me she's going to Rose's place. Why I should care is beyond me. I go downstairs and see that my father is home, must have the day off work.
"Morning, Edward," he greets me.
"Hi dad," I reply as I sit down at the kitchen bench with a bowl of cereal. "Day off work?"
"Yes, which is good. I can see you off to prom. I'm glad you're awake though. I wanted to talk to you about Dartmouth."
"Uh yeah? What about it?" I ask.
"I was just wondering whether you will be staying at the dorms?"
"Uh, no," I reply. "Why's that?"
"You'll be staying with Bella, then?"
"Yes." Isn't that obvious, old man?
"Are you sure that's a good idea, son? I mean sure, you've been best friends for a long time, but living together? That's a bit intense. You two are so young and sometimes you fail to see what you truly need, rather than want," Carlisle lectures.
"I know what I want. I want Bella. I love her and I want to live with her and if you can't accept that, well that's your problem," I hiss. "You know what? I'm happy and I don't care what you say. I'm doing what I want. I don't think i'm hungry anymore." With that, I dump my bowl in the sink like a fucking girl and walk out of the kitchen. Stupid meddling Carlisle.
He can go and get fucked. He probably thinks i'll jeopardise my medical career or some fucked up Carlisle shit like that. Wow, I really need to stop thinking all these swears.
The night passes without event, aka, it's boring as fuck because i'm alone and Alice has forbidden me from seeing Bella the night before prom acting like it's some fucking ritual. I feel like it's the night before our wedding day. Alice is ridiculous, I swear it.
I drift off to sleep and am woken by the screech of the alarm signalling that it's 10:30 and I do indeed need to get up so I can get Jasper out of his house before the girl invasion.
I take my time in the shower, lathering myself up and even washing my hair (as per Alice's request). Then, I head over to Jasper's, picking up Emmett along the way. We apparently have to pick out corsages. "You should've done this ages ago, mister!" Alice scoffed earlier. "Make sure Emmett has one for Rose." I knew what she really meant was, make sure Jasper has gotten me one.
So here we are, looking like queers in this store. The saleslady keeps batting her tacky nightwalker eyelashes at me and want to puke. She playfully flips her brassy blonde-from-a-bottle hair over her shoulder and giggles while Emmett compares two different flower looking things. Jasper snickers and fake eyelashes runs her hand up my arm. "Can I help you with anything?" She probably thinks she sounds sexy but she just sounds like she's had a few two many Vodka shots.
"I need a corsage for my girlfriend." I emphasise the word. "I've been told to get her white or light blue." Saleslady scoffs before thrusting several blue and one white thing at me. I pick the white one because it reminds me of Bella; pure and innocent and virginal and just Bella. Emmett and Jazz seem to have made a decision too, so we get out of the store, hopefully to never return again.
I go against Alice's wishes and call Bella when I'm safely back home and in my bedroom. She answers on three rings. "E?" she whispers
"It's me, love," I say. "How goes the Alice induced torture?"
Before Bella can answer my question, I hear a scuffle and then a high-pitched giggled I recognise as belonging to my sister. She picks up the phone and informs me that Bella is "too busy to talk to you," then hangs up on me. I guess i'll have to wait until tonight to talk to her.
The boys are waiting downstairs at my place and we watch some tv, play some xbox and then just mellow the day away until five when we throw on our suits. Then it's just the wait for the girls to arrive.
Esme fusses around in the kitchen making finger foods and then the Asshat Doctor arrives home. Shortly thereafter, I peer out the window and see the Police cruiser pulling into the drive. Charlie. I haven't seen the man since before I professed my love for his daughter to her and Bella has said he knows about us. This should be interesting.
"Edward," Charlie greets me and he's actually smiling. Maybe he still does like me. "Don't worry, I didn't bring my gun," he chuckles, seemingly read my mind. From then on it's easy, Jasper and Rose's parents arrive and then finally, finally the limo slowly comes into view of the house.