So this has taken longer than I was hoping. I've had a few things to deal with in my personal life, so that's why. But things are good now, and I'm so glad more people have been favouriting this story and putting it on their alerts. I hope you enjoy this story because it's something I've always wanted to do.
Thank you for the reviews.
S. Meyer owns all things Twilight. I own the plot.
Just a warning, this story will eventually contain smut. So if you're not okay with that, or you're under 18, I suggest you stop reading it now
Weeks later I'm sitting in the living room staring at my phone. A week or so ago Edward and I decided that we'd talk on the phone. I found out that he is thirty one, not fifty.
I'm not sure what to expect. I wonder what his voice will sound like. Will he be as funny on the phone as he is in writing? Will he have a really horrible laugh? Or will it be just weird.
I decide to open my laptop to check my emails to see if I had any from my boss. I had gotten a job as an assistant for a newspaper company. This meant I got coffees, called people and pretty much kissed the bosses ass.
My phone started ringing so I quickly moved my laptop and picked up my phone, staring at the odd number.
"Hello?" I asked
An automated voice told me it was a call from the prison, and that I would be talking to Edward. I knew it was Edward because he said his own name in the recording. He sounds surprisingly young. And hot.
"Bella?" His voice came through the phone and into my ear.
He sounds so good. If his voice was a song, it'd be something that serenades you. Imagine if he could sing!
"E-Edward. Hi" I say shyly and stupidly.
Gee Bella, you're 29, act like it. While internally telling myself off, I heard him chuckle. Yeah, he chuckled, and it sounded so good.
"How are you?" He asked, and I melted once again.4
"I'm good, and you?" I asked, wondering how he actually was.
"I'm great, I get out in a week. I'm looking forward to that coffee."
I swear he says the last part seductively. Or perhaps my mind is playing tricks on me and wanting him to talk like sex. I then realize that he does indeed get out in a week, and time has flown by. Most of me is excited, and there's a little bit that is nervous about the whole thing.
"I know, it's great isn't it?" I laugh, and I feel good talking to him. Even if it is on the phone.
We talk for about 10 minutes, until his phone call has to end. We say goodbye, and hang up.
I sit for a while and just think. Could I actually meet this stranger for coffee? A stranger that has killed another human?
I nodded to myself. Yes, yes I could.
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I checked my appearance for the fiftieth time before walking outside to my car. I was on my way to meet Edward for coffee. I'm scared, and so excited at the same time. Time has gone by quickly and I can't believe we were meeting for coffee today. Seems like not long ago I started writing to him.
I start my car and drive in the direction of the coffee shop that we have agreed to meet at. I drive a little quicker than I usually do and park in the car park.
I take a seat at one of the tables outside and wait for Edward. I have no idea what he looks like, so I have told him what colour shirt I'll have one. A white button down shirt, because I not long finished work. He said he'll be wearing a green shirt.
"Bella?" A heavenly voice that I recognize as Edwards. It's much more heavenly in person though.
I look up to finally see the face of the guy I've been writing to and talking to on the phone. I swear my jaw hits the ground and I shiver. How can someone be so good looking? He has this crazy hair, it's all over the place. It's a lovely golden brown, and I want to run my fingers through it. He has golden eyes, they're bright, and they're smiling. He has some stubble that I'd like to rub against my cheek, and nice full lips that I wouldn't mind kissing.
I let my eyes travel lower and see his green shirt, fitting perfectly on his torso. I can only imagine what his bare chest looks like. He is wearing black jeans that hang low on his hips. He tops it off with some converse.
"Sorry, yes. I'm Bella. I'm guessing you're Edward?" I say dumbly, most likely sounding like a child.
"That's me" he smiles a wonderful, panty dropping smile and sits down across from me.
We kind of just stare at each other for a little bit, until he breaks the silence by laughing.
"What?" I ask him.
"Nothing. It's just weird being out, you know? Well, you probably don't. But it's weird, I've been in jail for 10 years and now I'm out." He says and lifts up his hand to signal a waiter over.
We order our coffees, he has his coffee white with two sugars. He licks his lips after every sip. We talk for a while, just about his life in jail, and how excited he is to be out. He asks me out to dinner tomorrow night and I say yes. How could I not? I give him my number and he promises to text me before he comes.
We go our separate ways about two hours after we met up for coffee and I practically skip away to my car. The drive home is boring, and I find myself picturing his eyes and smile.
He is in my dreams that night. They aren't good dreams though, they're of him killing people.
The next morning I wake up with a start, sweaty and gross. I try to remember what I dreamt about, but once it comes to mind I quickly push it out of my mind. I need to go for a run and then shower.
I get out of bed and put on my running clothes and shoes. It's been a while since I've gone for a run, so going for a run sounds like a good idea.
I'm standing in front of my full length mirror wearing jeans and a button up white shirt. I'm not sure where we're going for dinner so I'm not sure what I'm supposed to wear. I decide to take out my phone and send Edward a text and ask what I'm suppose to wear.
Hey, how am I supposed to dress? – Bella.
Literally five seconds after I get a reply.
Just dress casual. - E.
I decide to stay in what I'm wearing and walk into the bathroom to do my hair and make up. My hair doesn't want to cooperate with me, so I put it up into a pony tail and hope for the best. My make up consists of a little bit of eyeliner, mascara and some lip balm because of my dry lips.
There's a knock on my door and I jumped around on the spot for a couple of seconds.
"Bella, I think Edward is here." Alice says as she walks into my room.
Last night I finally told Alice about Edward. She knows everything that I do now, and she's surprisingly okay with it Sure, at first she thought I was looking to get myself killed, but then said that she probably couldn't stop me even if she wanted to. She just told me to be careful.
We both walked out to the foyer of our apartment and Alice stands back while I open the door.
Standing in front of me is without a doubt, the most good looking man I have ever seen. He's wearing dark jeans with a dark olive green shirt with a leather jacket over. I think I drool a little, so I quickly close my mouth.
"Hey Bella, you look great." He says and smiles.
"Thanks. You're not too bad yourself," I say and then gesture over to Alice, "This is Alice, my best friend and room mate. Alice, this is Edward."
They shake hands then Edward looks at me.
"You ready to go now?" He asks and nods his head towards the door.
I nod my head, hug Alice and walk out the door. Edward is at the car before I am, and he opens up my door. I feel my cheeks go warm and red. After realising that they have, I'm pretty sure they went even more red.
We start driving and I want to ask where we're going, but I decide to let it be a surprise. I don't often like surprises but I decide to let this one pass. I watch Edward occasionally, and we make small conversation. He asks me how work is going and I tell him about everything I'm doing. He seems genuinely interested in everything I'm saying, but I can't help but think I'm talking too much so I ask him if he has looked for any jobs yet.
"Not yet, I'm planning on doing that tomorrow though." He says and looks at me before returning his eyes back to the road.
"What kind of job are you hoping to get?" I ask him.
"Just something simple at the moment. Perhaps just working at the camping gear store down the road from your house. It will give me an excuse to come see you all the time." He chuckles and I smile.
I wouldn't mind.
We pull up to a restaurant I haven't been to before, which is strange considering I've lived here for a few years. He opens my door again, and takes my hand to help me out. I swear I feel a jolt of electricity shoot from my hand to the rest of my body.
We make our way into the restaurant and get out reservation. We're seated in a corner booth, out of the way of everyone else. The place is nice, it's quite romantic and I feel a little giddy. I also feel a little awkward. I brush that feeling off though, I don't need to worry about that right now.
We order some wine, as well as our meals. I choose ravioli and Edward chooses steak. So he must be a steak kind of guy. I laugh at the though.
"So are you getting used to being out now?" I ask him.
"Kind of. It's still a little weird because a lot has changed." He pauses as the waiter places our meals down and we begin to eat.
"I can do whatever I want, I don't have set times for when I can do things. I'm free." He says and smiles at me.
"What was your cell mate like?" I ask, because I'm actually interested in who he had to put up with.
"His name was Mike, he killed his family. I never knew when he was joking or not, so I'd just shut my mouth when he seemed angry. He killed his family because his girlfriend didn't like them. How fucked up is that? If my parents didn't like my girlfriend I'd tell them to get over it. But not Mike, he killed his mother, father, two sisters and little brother. He doesn't even regret it. Even I regret killing the guy I killed, and he deserved it. I do wish I could take it back, though. But in a way I don't."
I stare at him for a bit. I do believe that he regrets it, and wish it didn't happen. I get weirded out a bit, remembering that he has actually killed someone. He has someone's blood on his hands. He hurt someone's family.
"I see. Well there's nothing you can do now except for enjoy being out, and being free." I say to him, putting a huge smile on my face.
It's true though, there's nothing he can do now so he may as well just enjoy being out of jail.
"I agree. I will enjoy being out, being free and having dinner with a beautiful woman who is obvioudy giving me the benefit of the doubt, which is a lot more than other people are doing right now." He smiles, but I can tell he's hiding something behind the smile.
I want to reach out and hold his hand but I stop myself. I don't want to freak him out.
We finish our meals and Edward pays, much to my dismay. I really wanted to pay. He opens my door again and jogs around to his side, smiling at me as he gets in the car. I giggle a little, because we had a few gasses of wine with dinner, so I'm a bit tipsy. But nothing I can't manage. Edward knows he shouldn't drive but he does anyway. I don't stop him though because he looks good driving a car. That could be my drunk brain talking. I'm not sure.
"Would you like to come back to my place?" He asks.
I stare, confused.
"You have your own house already? You only just got out of jail!" I say loudly.
He laughs, "I've had a house since before I went to jail. I own it." He says and flashes me a smile.
"Okay then. I'll come to yours. But how on earth did you afford to get a house back then?" I ask him because I am quite interested. I hope he isn't filthy rich. That would weird me out. I can't have rich friends.
"My grandmother, Elizabeth left me most of her assests when she passed away. The house being one of them." He says as we pull up to a very nice house.
The house has a long drive way, it's gated and Edward has to press a remote for the gate to open. We drive in and I see the house even better. It's something out of a fairy tale, or a movie, or a house magazine. Is there such thing as a house magazine? Who cares, if there was, this house would be front page, every month. It's an old style house, with from what I can see in the night time, beautiful gardens. I couldn't wait to come here during the day and see it properly.
We make our way inside and Edward leads me into the living room. He points to a case full of DVD's and asks me to pick one. I'm never good at this. I never know what to pick. What kind of movies does he like? What if I pick something he doesn't like? I can't make him sit through something he doesn't even want to watch.
"Just pick anything, I'm not fussed." He says, breaking me from my train of though.
I laugh to myself, it's almost as if he can read my mind and new I was going to have trouble finding something to watch. I pick a classic, Home Alone, because it was my favourite when I was younger. Edward puts it on and pats the couch next to him. I cuddle up next to him and we begin to watch the movie.
I must have fallen asleep because I don't remember watching all of the movie.