The Space Between Chapter 6, a twilight fanfic

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Chapter 6

Alice and Rosalie let me have one break during my 'little make over' as Alice called it. I took this opportunity to text Tristan while drinking some water.

I hope you know the torture I am being put through for this date… I typed into my cell phone. After a minute, my phone vibrated. I opened and saw that Tristan had replied.

I'd say I'm sorry… but I am glad for our date. I pressed the reply button and punched in my response.

Me… Alice and Rosalie are too. Lol. I pressed the send button and after a few moments Tristan's message came.

Next time we will make it a secret. We could go fifth grade style and have a date at lunch? I laughed when I saw his answer; I remembered girls and boys in my class actually did that.

Definitely. It was then when Alice stole my phone and saw what I was doing,

"Back to the make over, girl. I'll finish this up for you." Alice texted something and gave it back to me before sending it. I read it,

Hey this is Alice and I need Bella back so she will text you later, bye. I frowned, I wanted to keep talking to Tristan; this was not fair. But I didn't complain and sent the text obediently and just took my seat facing away from the mirror so I couldn't see myself. The prodding and pulling continued.

After listening to my entire 'Top Rated' play list that consisted of my recent favorite songs, Alice and Rosalie were finally finished with my hair and make up. I asked them to keep everything subtle and casual and could only hope that they obliged to my wishes.

"All done Bella!" Alice singed and pulled out my ear phones hastily. I looked into the mirror; my long, wavy brown hair was now pin straight, side bangs swept perfectly to the side, a feat that I could never manage to accomplish. My make up was very natural, a little blush, mascara, and smoky eye shadow.

"It looks great," I complimented to Rosalie and Alice while still looking at the transformation of myself in the mirror.

"You look great," Rosalie corrected. I rolled my eyes, they could work on me for days and still at the end I could never compare to them.

"Thank you," I said sincerely, they smiled in response. I checked my phone for the time, it was almost 5:30, I needed to get changed and I had nothing ready at all. I looked frantically at Alice and Rosalie.

"We have your clothes picked out for you on your bed," Alice enlightened me. I mumbled a 'thanks' and went to my bedroom.

On my bed was my complete outfit, which consisted of a slightly destroyed jean mini skirt, a white tank top, and navy deep v-neck button up cardigan. Without questioning and taking my time I put it all on and the cream canvas sneakers. Amazing, it all worked together flawlessly… the sweater somewhat dressed up everything a little and I liked everything I was wearing… well maybe the skirt was too short, but I could deal.

I grabbed the new purse and put in my wallet and stuff I needed. After taking one last look in the mirror in the bathroom I went out to the living room and kitchen area to get Rosalie and Alice's approval.

"How do I look?" I asked, hopping around in a circle on my good foot. My friends evaluated me carefully and then a smile spread across their faces.

"Stunning," Rosalie said.

"Tristan is going to faint… or pass out as the men call it," Alice laughed. At that moment there was a knock in the door, Rosalie raised her eyebrows.

"That will be Tristan," she said, neither Alice nor Rose were moving for the door, so after a long moment I went and opened it. Tristan was wearing jeans and a button up crisp, white shirt that had thin, with thin, slate blue stripes running up and down it; a red Hollister seagull was in the corner of the chest pocket. The blue brought out his light blue eyes. I got caught in them for a moment and flushed bright red.

"You look great," he smiled at my reddened face, amused.

"You do too," I answered. I grabbed my keys that were on the counter and yelled a good bye to Alice and Rosalie who were 'casually watching TV.' Tristan shut the door after me and we walked down the hall… well he walked and I loped awkwardly with my crutches. When we got outside to the parking lot he led me to his car, a black Range Rover; It had it's windows tinted flat black like a celebrity's. He helped me in politely, putting my crutches in the back seat.

"Sorry about this," I said, feeling bad for him having to constantly help me and such. He snorted with a smile on his face,

"It's no problem, Bella. I like it because it makes for a rememberable first date, actually." I blushed, a reaction that I wished I controlled in times like now. Liking Tristan was so effortless, I couldn't believe that I was lucky enough that I as the one he liked.

He shut the door for me and walked around the car to get to the driver's seat. The car's interior was milky soft leather, it was comfortable. When Tristan got inside the car he started it up, adjusted the radio and pulled out of the parking spot flawlessly to drive off of school campus.

We were on the highway, heading towards town when I decided now was a good time to ask what we were actually doing for our date,

"Soooo…," I began dragging out the word, "What are we dong tonight?"

Tristan gave me a smile and looked at me out of the corner of his eye; he was purely amused with my curiosity.

"I'm not giving anything away, but we will be having dinner, that much I can assure you." I huffed, unsatisfied. I looked out the window, trying to get some clues to where we were going but then realized that I knew nothing about this entire area because I've only been living here for a few days.

It was about fifteen minutes later when we exited the highway and were brought into a little, cute town.

"Where are we?" I asked Tristan, peering through the dark windows.

"Port Angeles, it's the closest city with good food," he laughed, freely making fun of Forks. But then it occurred to me, did Tristan live here all year round?

"Do you live in Washington, you know, outside of school?" I asked. Tristan made a face,

"No way! Deal with all of this rain for an entire year? I live in La Jolla, California."

"Explains the tan," I commented under my breath, he heard me and laughed.

"Where do you live?" the way he asked it made it sound like a challenge. More than happy to defend my home city I answered vehemently back,

"Beautiful Phoenix, Arizona, thank you very much."

"Really?" Tristan asked skeptically.

"Yup," I nodded seriously.

"Doesn't explain the albino-ness," Tristan chuckled. I laughed with him, having a good sense of humor was a plus in my book. And being able to laugh at yourself was always a good quality to have in my personal opinion.

"So do you surf and stuff like that since you are on the beach so much?" I questioned. Tristan shrugged his shoulders,

"I mainly skim board, but I surf too. Anything that keeps me in the water and at the beach is fine with me," he smiled, he really loved it there, I could tell by the way he spoke about his home.

"Wow… you're just dandy at everything, aren't you," I said sarcastically, giggling. Tristan laughed along and made a right turn onto a major street.

"Maybe I could teach you sometime," he volunteered. I laughed out loud at that… me doing any type of sport was… impossible.

"What?" he asked, clearly understanding that he missed something.

"If you haven't noticed… I'm not exactly the most coordinated person out there. Name any sport and I can confidently assure you that I suck at it." Tristan gave me a doubtful look,

"You can't be bad at everything sports related…" he replied, shaking his head disbelievingly.

"Oh, no, don't doubt my lack of coordination," I declared.

"Well we'll have to work on it, won't we," Tristan answered, looking very determined… I gulped. Tristan parked the Range Rover on the side of the street in an open space and cut the engine.

"We're here," he singed, I laughed at his randomness that never failed to make me smile. He unbuckled his seatbelt and I did the same. Before me, he got out and walked around his car to open the passenger door for me, like a gentleman.

"Thank you," I smiled politely at his gentleman-like qualities, this was something that I could get used to.

Then he did something I wasn't expecting, well at least not this early in our 'relationship' or whatever it was he had… he laced his warm and soft fingers into my own. He led me into a small restaurant, and from the smell of it was a Mexican restaurant. In Washington?

"Table for two, please," Tristan asked the male employee at the front counter. The man nodded and grabbed two menus,

"This way if you will," he led us through a maze of cloth covered tables and finally set down the menus in a small booth. I slid into one side, and Tristan the other.

"The waiter will be here to help you soon," he stated and then left. I picked up the menu and scanned it… definitely Mexican food. I found the salad section and then quickly decided on the Taco Salad… it always was a sure winner.

"What are you getting?" Tristan asked, still skimming the menu.

"I'm thinking a Taco Salad," I replied, folding and setting the menu back on the table. Tristan nodded.

"If you like Mexican, you will have to come to La Jolla one day, being so close to the border makes for awesome burritos." Tristan said seriously, I remembered living in San Diego. When I was young I had a low tolerance of spicy foods so that didn't exactly work out in my favor.

Tristan set his menu down and looked up to meet my eyes. We just sat and looked at each other's faces for a while, until the waiter came to our table, actually.

"Good evening, my name is Patricia, and I will be serving you today. Do you need more to time to look at the menu or are you ready?" the waiter said to us, friendly.

"Are you ready, Bella?" Tristan asked. I nodded back.

"Okay, what can I get you?" Patricia asked. Tristan extended a hand towards me, allowing me to order first.

"I'll have your Taco Salad, please."

"To drink?" Patricia asked, scribbling down my order on the note pad. I thought for a moment.

"Water is fine, thank you." She nodded an okay and then turned in Tristan's direction.

"For you, sir?" he asked, her pen tip on the paper pad, ready.

"I'll just have your cheese enchilada," he said coolly. Our waiter wrote it down quickly.

"Anything to drink for you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll have a Root Beer." After Patricia was finished writing our order down she faced us once again.

"I'll have your drinks out soon and your food as soon as possible," she smiled brightly at us. I smiled back and nodded, Tristan said a 'thank you' and then Patricia was gone into the kitchen.

Waiting for our good, Tristan and I made small talk. You know, talking about school, friends, everything really. I was pleased to find out that we had a lot in common, but also afraid that everything was working out too perfectly; that something was bound to go wrong. Finally, Patricia came out with our food.

Both dishes were medium proportions, but I still doubted that I could finish it. Tristan's cheese enchiladas looked extra cheesy from the look of it and my Taco Salad was appetizing.

"I'll be back to check up on you, but if you need anything just call me over," Patricia smiled and then left. I grabbed my fork and began eating, Tristan did the same.

"Good?" he asked after my first bite. I chewed and swallowed before answering.

"Very good, actually," I admitted.

"You didn't think it would be good? You though I would take you to a terrible restaurant?!" he faked hurt by putting a hand over his heart.

"No… but good Mexican food in Washington, I thought, was going to be hard to find," I replied truthfully. Tristan agreed with me and we kept eating, talking about our friends at the same time. When I mentioned Emmet he smiled and told me that he knew him from football.

"When is your first game, anyway?" I asked in between bites. Tristan swallowed first and then cleared his throat,

"Next Friday night," he said. I stored the information in the back of my mind and moved my head up and down. We finished our food fairly quickly, me being half starved to death and Tristan well… being a guy.

Patricia came with the check and after arguing for a few minutes, Tristan paid the full amount. I wanted to pay for my half but he wouldn't allow it. We went back out to the car and once again he opened my door for me.

"Are you going to tell me now where we are going?" I asked, relentlessly. Tristan sighed,

"No," he answered quite seriously.

"Fine," I grumbled and sank a little lower in my seat. I could see the smirk that was planted on Tristan's face… and as much as I wanted to pretend I was actually angry, I couldn't help but smile.

He drove down another street that led us to the beach. I was surprised; there was a beach close by? It didn't look warm enough to swim in or anything, but it was beautiful; driftwood was scattered along the sand and the water was a navy color, but still clear. Tristan parked the car right by the stairs that led down to the water.

"What are we going to do here?" I asked, forgetting that Tristan assured me that he wasn't going to tell. He just gave me a look that meant 'don't ask me that question again.' I put up my hands in surrender,

"Fine, fine," I breathed. He nodded to me in approval. And then before Tristan, I hopped out to the car. I walked over to his side and he got out as well.

"Want your shoes and crutches? I don't think you'll need them too much, and I could help you…" Tristan asked and suggested I nodded, I still didn't know what we were doing and I trusted him.

I pulled off my shoes, being extra careful with my sprained ankle and Tristan did the same and opened the trunk of his car. He our shoes inside and pulled out a backpack, filled with I don't know what, but I didn't ask any questions.

"All ready," Tristan announced and bent over, expecting me to get in his back. What was with these kids and piggy back rides?!

"I can walk, I'm fine," I tried to convince him but he just threw me a disbelieving look and told me to get on. I huffed but obliged. He walked down the stair, carefully but at normal speed and then down by the water where the sand was hard and his got a little wet.

"How long is the walk?" I asked, hoping that that question qualified as not giving anything away.

"Just a little but, around the corner, actually," he replied and nodded his head in the direction of a turn in the shore; it wasn't too long, maybe three hundred yards. I nodded and turned my gaze back to the wondrous water. We walked down the sand further in silence, but it was comfortable and peaceful, not at all awkward.

Then we got around the corner and I saw a giant screen set up and people of all ages sitting in front of it, whether in the sand or in beach chairs, I wondered what was going on.

"What are they doing?" I asked Tristan.

"They are doing what we are going to do," his smile lit his baby blue eyes. I didn't ask any more questions and Tristan steered his direction to the group on the beach, I saw that there was a projector that wasn't on and working yet.

"Movie?" I guessed, mostly talking to myself, but Tristan heard, being his ear was only about two inches away from my face.

"Yup; I like to come here some times with my friends or just by myself. They play a movie here every Friday when the weather allows," he explained while we approached the group, he helped me down when we were on the edge of the grouping of where they were sitting, which was about thirty feet back from the screen.

Tristan wrapped an arm around my waist and practically carried me then helped me sit down in the front row that had been partially established. He sat down next to me in the soft, billowy sand and opened his black and gray colored back pack. He pulled out a couple of large blankets and some candy and bottled sodas… the boy came prepared with food. How did he know me so well already?

"Here, it can get pretty chilly out here from the wind," he put a warm, soft blanked around my shoulders, I thanked him.

"I brought us Squirts, is that okay?" he asked, holding up the two bottles of green soda.

"Sounds good, I love Squirt," I smiled, I haven't had it in a while, it was a forgotten favorite of mine.

"And we have Sour Patch Kids, Reese's Pieces, Hershey's Cookies and Cream, and red Swedish Fish," he laid out the many boxes of candy in the sand and looked up at me,

"Yummy," I said giggling. Tristan smiled too and then the projector went on to the screen, it jiggled a little bit, it looked like somebody was adjusting it.

"What is playing tonight anyways?" I asked.

"Ferris Bueller's Day Off," Tristan seemed pleased with this… but I was overjoyed. It was one of my favorite movies, it was one of the few that I knew practically every line to.

"You're kidding, right?" I said excitedly. Tristan looked at me funny and replied,

"No…"

"Yesss!" I said like a kid in 3rd grade who got a good grade on a spelling test. Tristan laughed at my reaction, probably happy that I didn't hate the movie like some completely insane people I had come across.

"I take it, you like this movie?..." Tristan said suggestively.

"You have no idea… it's a classic," I smiled, full of sudden energy.

The movie cut off our conversation,

"John! Something's wrong with Ferris!" I heard the Mrs. Bueller call through the speakers… I tuned into the movie and was laughing like it was the first time I had seen it, Tristan probably thought I was insane but when I looked over at him, his face was red from laughing as hard as I was.

We were halfway through the movie, when Ferris, Cameron, and Sloane where at the Space Needle, when I felt myself getting cold. I tried to ignore it, but I got worse… I began to get the chills and started shivering.

"Come here," Tristan said, pulling me towards him with an arm around my waist. He sat me in between his legs so my head and back was resting in his chest. He used my blanket that was just around my shoulders over both of ours and then his blanket to cover my bare legs. He leaned back on his elbows and forearms so we were almost laying down.

"Better?" he asked. Better? I was more than better…

"Yeah, thanks," I said… what an understatement. We continued to watch the movie in the comfortable silence and occasionally eat some candy or take a drink of soda. When something funny happened in the movie, we would shake in laughter. Once I couldn't stop laughing when everyone had stopped so to muffle my laughter I put my face in Tristan's shirt, when I met his eyes, they were staring at me with so much intensity I blushed and I looked back at the movie. But I wasn't paying much attention to the movie… his eyes looked like they were… dancing.

When the movie ended, everybody began clearing out the beach… packing up and heading back to their cars. Tristan and I did the same, but he kept one blanket out that I could use while he carried me back to the car.

It was a quiet ride back to the car, I was freezing. When we got back to the car, Tristan turned the heater up onto the highest and warmest it could go and soon it was more than warm. In the ride back to school, we listened to the radio… Tristan turned up the volume when a song came on,

We should get jerseys cause we make a good team
But yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league
And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday
I spend with you is the new best day of my life
Everyone watching us just turns away with disgust
It's Jealously, they can see that we've got it going on

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way
To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say
You're OK with the way this is going to be
This is going to be the best thing we've ever seen

If anyone can make me a better person you could
All I gotta say is I must've done something good
I came along one day and you rearranged my life
All I gotta say is I must've done something right
I must've done something right

Maybe I'm just lucky cause it's hard to believe
Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me
And I know that it's so cliche to talk about you this way
But I'll push all my inhibitions aside
It's so very obvious to everyone watching us
That we have got something real good going on

It was hilarious, Tristan started to sing it, using his cell phone like a microphone. I knew the song as well, it was Relient K, and no matter how much they would try to deny it, every one loved Relient K. I sang along as well, using my cell phone as a microphone.

I couldn't believe I was doing this, I never would act this crazy… maybe around Alice and Rosalie but that's pretty much it. My face was red and I was out of breath with the song finished. We both had huge smiles on our faces.

"You should see me when I rock out to Rihanna… especially 'Please Don't Stop the Music'," Tristan laughed.

"I want to," I agreed. Tristan did something with the radio and the song began… I burst out laughing when he did the sprinkler at the beginning of the song, going along with the beat.

He just continued to do crazy dance moves, like the body wave, shaking his shoulders from side to side and finally moves from 'Hitch.' I couldn't breath I was laughing so hard. But it didn't end there,

Please don't stop the
Please don't stop the music

Ma ma se, ma ma sa
Ma ma coo sa
Ma ma se, ma ma sa
Ma ma coo sa
Ma ma se, ma ma sa
Ma ma coo sa
Ma ma se, ma ma sa
Ma ma coo sa

When that part came on he sang along with the shook his hips with the beat giving me a fake look of seduction… I think I died of laughter. He looked like a really bad male stripper! My head was in my hands, unable to look at him because if I did it would send me on another fit of laughter that I was unable to stop.

We were still laughing and imitating Tristan's dance moves when we got back on school grounds. With red faces Tristan helped me out and got me my crutches and shoes from the back seat and trunk. I just left off my shoes, it was only a short way to my room and I only needed one foot.

Tristan walked me back all the way to my dorm.

"Thanks for tonight. I haven't had so much fun in a while," I smiled brightly I said when we finally reached my room.

"I did too, you're a really fun person to be around," he replied sincerely, looking intently into my eyes. I blushed and there was an awkward silence.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around, then," I said, a little disappointed Tristan wasn't making a move… I think that I actually wanted to kiss him. Tristan gave me a half smile.

"I'll call you, bye," he said while I turned around to open my door. I went took a step inside and faced him.

"Night."

"Goodnight, Bella." Tristan said softly and began walked down the hall and I shut the door. Alice and Rosalie weren't here yet, they were probably out doing God knows what.

Noticing this, I went to my bathroom and began to get ready for bed. I took a long, hot shower and changed into some PJ's which consisted of some light blue Victoria Secret sweat shorts that said 'Pink' on the butt and an old green Hollister tee shirt that was faded and one size too small.

After plugging in my phone to charge over night I got tucked under my covers… it was midnight and I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for the next hour and a half. With eyes wide open, I heard somebody knock on the door.

Must be Alice and Rosalie, they forgot their keys probably… I thought while I roughly got out of bed to open the door for them. I found my way through the bathroom and living room in the dark and opened the door to the lighted hallway.

Tristan was standing there in a pair of blue plaid sweatpants and a plain, tight white tee shirt. His longish dark brown hair was pointing in all different directions and he had a look in his eyes that I couldn't identify.

After a moment of awkward silence he pulled me forward to him by my arms and kissed me… I blinked, closed my eyes and I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

After a moment, we pulled apart to take a breath. I opened my eyes slowly and saw that he was looking back at me, blue eyes dancing. His face turned beet red when he realized how intense the moment was,

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep…" he trailed off, embarrassed. But I just smiled back at him.

"Neither could I," I replied and this time I pulled him towards me for a kiss.

If you asked me, I couldn't tell you how long we stood in my doorway and kissed… but after a while we both decided that it would be a good idea if we went back to sleep… unsure if we were capable of falling to sleep at all. But never the less, Tristan left to go back to his dorm and I went back to bed. Rosalie and Alice still weren't home when I had fallen asleep… I wonder where they could possibly be. But I didn't want to call them; they probably were having a good time somewhere.

So I let myself freely drift into a world of dreams where nothing was impossible and Tristan Ashburn was of nightly showing.