A/N: Yay, computer back, story updated! My brother has come back home and had his computer up, leaving mine out of the picture for a while. So I was writing this by hand and I never got too far, but I did get some.
Here we see the return of the lovely Edward Cullen. And, we get some of twilight's lines XD. I'm using it as a reference for this chapter and the last. Hopefully nothing other than that.
Oh yeah, and Bella is 14 . I'm glad everyone seems to like this and is reviewing, and I'm glad youre asking questions, then I know what to make a bit clearer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Charlie Brown.
Chapter Five: Questions Answered.
After the day at the beach with the Blacks I had begun counting down the days. A week, hopefully, until the Cullens came home.
Charlie had noticed once that I was trying to keep myself busy. When he asked me about it I'd said I was trying to do as much as I could this summer. But, the entire time I was thinking of Edward.
On fishing trips I took with Charlie I thought about his glorious smile, one that I was beginning to love, and his gorgeous face. On a day trip Charlie took me on to Port Angeles I thought about his alluring smell, the one I imagined I could smell on my hair. Te same one I knew too well from the ride home, asleep on his chest.
My favourite times were when I took walks on the lonely, damp and green roads of Forks. Those were the times when I could hear his musical, velvety voice. I could hear everything he'd ever said to me. The thought of him made me giddy and I couldn't help but smile as I walked alone, or drove next to Charlie, or watched him and Billy fish.
One morning I woke up, feeling that this was the day that I started sleeping in until noon. I think I made it to 10:17 when I heard the doorbell ring. Then, I heard Charlie's over exaggerated grunt as he pushed himself out of his chair. It wasn't long before I heard a muffled conversation the sounded remarkably like the teachers on Charlie Brown. This was due to my half conscious state and the layers of construction separating the upstairs (me) from the downstairs (them). These layers are also known as the floor.
I heard the door close, Charlie was letting them in. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. It wasn't long before they were pulled down and I was staring into a set of golden eyes.
"Alice!" I squealed, jumping out of bed and flinging my arms around her neck. "I'm so happy you're here!" she grinned at me and giggled musically.
"We missed you Bella," she told me. "To be honest, you're the first friend I've made since we've been here." I couldn't hold back the smile that was growing.
"You guys are the only friends I've ever had," I said simply. Alice grinned even wider and pulled me towards my dresser. She then began pulling out clothes, tossing them everywhere.
"I love your room by the way," she said, tossing a pair of black, pink and white plaid Capri's in my hand. She then threw a blank tank top and a zip up sweater at me. She turned around so that I could change. When I looked again she was pulling makeup out of a drawer in my desk.
"Alice, why did you buy all this for me?" I asked when she turned around. She looked at me curiously for a second and then she smiled warmly.
"That's just the person I am, I want to do this for you."
I nodded to show my understanding, then sat down to let her show me about makeup.
At noon Alice took me outside to go for a walk. We were chatting about trivial little girl things when I realized where she was taking me.
"Why are we going to your house?" I asked, sounding startled. She laughed at me.
"Why wouldn't we?" she asked. "We spent the morning at your house, so let's go to mine this afternoon." She kept watching me out of the corner of her eye, and saw me blush. "Why are you blushing?" she giggled through her words.
"Will your brother be there?" I asked quietly.
"Who? Edward?" my cheeks flared again at the mention of his name. She giggled again and smiled. "Yeah he'll be there. He's been looking forward to seeing you again."
I sighed and smiled. "Did you really mean it when you said you thought he liked me?" She nodded.
"He told me himself, he really, really likes you," I couldn't help but smile. "What about you?"
I looked at her, my eyes wide. I wondered quickly if she could be trusted, if she would betray me to Edward. But Alice really was the kind of friend I could depend on. I knew she could keep a secret. "I think I'm falling in love with him," I told her matter-of-factly. She squealed and jumped up and down, pulling me into a hug. I laughed at her as we climbed the steps to her house, suddenly feeling my stomach do tiny flip-flops.
Now I was getting nervous. I knew that after going through the whit door in front of me, at some point I would be looking into the eyes of a Greek god on earth. Alice let me walk into the house before her and I was once again stunned by the interior.
I noticed that there were actually people in plain view when I entered this time. The couple I remembered to be Carlisle and Esme (only by their stunning appearance) were sitting on a couch and in a chair. They looked beautiful, like an old portrait, just sitting their reading and enjoying each other's company. They looked up after Alice shut the door and their eyes widened when they saw me.
"Oh, hello Bella!" Esme said, gliding over to me and gently hugging me. Carlisle stood up and put his arm around his wife.
"It's good to meet you again, dear," Carlisle said. I was stunned by their appearances and their voices until Alice grabbed my arm.
"Do you guys know where Edward is?" She asked. They motioned towards the staircase and sat back down.
Alice pulled me up the stairs and pointed out each room to me quickly before stopping in front of a door near the end of the hall. She opened it and called: "Bella is here!" very loudly. I stood in the doorway alone and completely stunned.
There he was, pure beauty, lying in front of me. His head was hanging off of the black couch in the center of the room. His legs were stretched up over the back and dangling across the top of the couch. He was holding up a large book and his bronze hair was completely off his face. His bright golden eyes were peering at me and grew wide. He quickly straightened himself upright, and was grinning wildly. He stood up and motioned me to come in.
I did, smiling at him and probably looking like a goof. I looked around his room. There was a large CD collection. I stared at it, awestruck before he came to stand next to me. I turned to look at him curiously.
"What?" he asked. He sounded a little nervous. It was then that I noticed the bruise like marks under his eyes, once often sported by people lacking sleep. I noticed just how pale he was and how could he seemed next to me.
"I'm trying to figure out what you are," I said quietly. He laughed softly.
"Come up with any theories yet?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. I smiled and sat down on the couch, fiddling with the sleeves of my sweater. He came to sit next to me, and looked down to me. He seemed to be growing frustrated with my hesitation.
"No, you don't want to hear them," I said finally. I looked up and he seemed to be angry. His eyebrows furrowed in disapproval and he was frowning.
"No, now you have to tell me, I'm curious," he said. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. This was a boy I hardly knew and yet I felt closer to him than anyone in my entire life. Right now I was stalling about telling him I actually believed a story that he was a vampire, a fictitious monster. I sighed and looked him in the eye. Staring into his bright golden eyes was difficult enough, I was amazed that I could manage to string together two words.
"Well, to be honest I've been going back and forth on Peter Parker and Clark Kent for a while," I said. It was true. I had hoped that maybe he was just from another planet or had been bitten by something real pretty. He lightened up and laughed.
"No, I can tell you now I haven't got any x-ray vision or spider senses," he chuckled under his breath. I smiled and looked down, laughing at myself. "Any more theories?" he asked. I looked away then, at the back wall that was completely made of glass.
"There was one more," I murmured softly, certain that he wouldn't hear me.
"What was that?" he whispered in my ear. I could feel his breath on my neck and it made me shiver. I turned to look at him, completely serious.
"Promise not to get mad?" I asked. He nodded and smiled warmly. "Well, to be honest I didn't come up with it completely on my own," I began. I hesitated some more, my mouth opening and closing.
"And?" he prompted. I sighed and blew a piece of hair out of my face.
"I don't really know how to start," I said quietly.
"Well what got you started, a movie? A book?"
"They're friends of mine that I've had since I was little. They're Quileutes and they told me one of the legends," I paused, gauging his reaction. He was no longer looking at me, but staring at the wall in front of us. "About vampires." His hand pulled into a fist and his knuckles turned white.
"And you immediately thought of me?" he asked softly. I shook my head.
"It was… suggested that you were," I said. He turned to look at me curiously. "They told me that you were a vampire, that your entire family was. And, there was another boy who made it sound like you guys were terrible."
"So what do you think now?" he asked, still staring at me. I couldn't bring myself to look up.
"I thought about it over and over while you guys were gone. It made sense to me, a bit. Like, you're all too pretty, and you were cold when I touched you," I looked up then and noticed him grin. "The night we came back from Port Angeles I could hear you breathe but I couldn't pick out a heartbeat."
I sat up straighter and looked him straight in the eye. "But while you guys were gone I started thinking of something else." He looked like he wanted me to continue, so I did. "When you all were gone I felt so useless and empty. I've only known you for a while, but even being without you was hard. I didn't like it, not being able to see you." I blushed slightly and he smiled wide. "So then I realized."
"What?" he asked softly, his breath hitting my face and making me shiver.
"It didn't matter," I stated simply. I searched his eyes, but found no signs of anger, hurt or confusion. "It didn't matter what you were or what you could do. All that mattered was that I got to know you. That you were my friend and I could be with you."
"It doesn't bother you that I'm a monster?" he asked. I shook my head.
"You're hardly a monster," I pointed out.
He frowned at me and turned away. "I'm a villain, Bella. I'm a monster and by all rights you should be running and screaming. I'm dangerous to you. Hurting you is something … it's just … I can't let that happen." He turned to look at me, his face was sad. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stop being my friend."
"I can't," I said quietly. "It's too late now." He frowned again and stood up. "So am I right?" I asked. He turned to look at me and grinned.
"Have I proven you wrong?" he sat back down and we spent the next while talking. Him telling me about his family, how they'd gotten together. Then he told me all of the myths and truths about vampires, everything I'd needed to know.
At one point our conversation took a different turn when he told me about how they'd hunted. I was relieved to find out that they hunted animals and stayed away from humans at all costs. But then he told me how my blood was so enticing to him. We spent hours asking each other questions and getting answers back.
I noticed how late it was once, and jumped up. Edward looked at me shocked. "It's not running and screaming," I said with a laugh. "It's just, I'm late going home." He smiled and walked me downstairs, grabbing a set of keys and bringing me outside into a silver Volvo.
"Edward," I began, strapping myself in. "We're too young to drive." He laughed at me then for a little while, seeming very amused at what I'd said.
"Bella my dear, while you may be fourteen I have been alive for quite some time," He sat down and pulled on his own seatbelt, probably to reassure me before starting up the car.
"Well then how old are you?" I questioned.
"Seventeen," he said automatically. My eyes widened. Oh my god. I'd fallen for a guy nearly four years older than me! This was crazy. Then I thought about it.
"No, how old are you actually?" I suddenly became aware of the increase in speed.
"Old," he said, stealing a glance at me. I frowned and he sighed, rolling his eyes. "About a hundred now, I suppose." I blushed. I'd fallen for a guy a lot older than me.
When he pulled into my driveway I was amazed at how quickly we'd gotten there. I quickly undid my belt and climbed out.
"You drive like a maniac," I mumbled to him. He just laughed and leaned over to my seat, looking up at me with a grin.
"Goodnight Bella," he whispered. I smiled and waved, shutting the door and running into the house, surprisingly without tripping.
I sat around with Charlie for a while, flipped through pages of books just to waste time until it was a decent hour for me to go to bed. Once I had actually gotten into bed, my mind wandered all over the place, thinking of everything that had happened today. I still couldn't fully believe what I had been told today. Yet, there was a part of me that was ecstatic. Edward Cullen was a vampire. His entire family was. And now, I was certain I was in love with him.
A/N: well there it goes. Now from here on there should be something like… oh what is it called? A plot? Pretty soon the summer will be over too. Only so much fluff can be smashed in! uh oh! Haha. I'll work on chapter six when I can, it should get a bit more interesting now. OH YEAH! Marvel And DC Comics own spiderman and superman. thats common knowledge XD