Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse. That all belongs to Stephenie Meyer
Well, I've finally decided to delve into Twilight fanfictions. I've read enough and it's about time I write a few. This is a oneshot from the first book, Twilight. It's in the hospital scene at the end. I decided to change something said, as we all do. What if Bella had just been a little closer to her mother and chose to tell just a bit more of the truth?
This continues after Renee's line:
"You want to stay in Forks?" she (Renee) asked, bewildered. The idea was inconceivable to her. And then her eyes flickered back toward Edward. "Why?"
"I told you - school, Charlie - ouch!" I'd shrugged. Not a good idea.
Her hands fluttered helplessly over me, trying to find a safe place to pat. She made do with my forehead; it was unbandaged.
"Bella, honey, you hate Forks," she reminded me.
"It's not so bad."
She looked back and forth between Edward and me, this time very deliberately.
"Is it this boy?" she whispered.
I sighed, not knowing how my mother would react to the truth. But she was my best friend and she probably deserved the truth.
"Yes." I finally replied, completely aware that Edward was hearing everything. I glanced over at him. His eyes were closed and he was no longer stiff, but I still coudn't read his face. He looked like an angel lying there; my angel.
A small sniff caught my attention and I looked back up Renee.
"I've lost my baby, haven't I?" She asked quietly.
I nodded and out of te corner of my eye saw Edward's eyes crack open to watch.
Renee let out a sob and threw her arms carefully around me. A few tears fell before she wipe her face with her hand. "So," she finally said, settling back into her chair. "What's my future son-in-law like?"
"Mom!" I cried softly, knowing I was blushing.
She waited though, wanting her answer.
"He's perfect," I sighed. I had given up. I knew he was listening and I could no longer to anything about it. "He's absolutely perfect." I had to think about what I could and couldn't say. No matter if my mother was my best friend, she still couldn't know about his vampirism.
"Come on, Bella." Renee pushed. She sounded more like a friend then a mother, which made it easier to spill some gossip. "I haven't had the time to really talk to him yet. Give me smething."
I smiled slightly. "Well, our first date - I suppose, though it wasn't really planed - he took me to dinner." She smiled appreciatively. "Second date, he took me to this meadow - it's beautiful mom - and we spent the afternoon there." I had to cut out plenty of details then. "He's come over a few times sense then, and I went to meet his parents at his house." Renee had a look on her face that I couldn't read, though it looked very torn. I didn't want to glance at Edward for fear of loosing whatever kept me talking. "And recently I went to watch him play baseball with his family."
The way I spoke make it seem like it was only a crush - but for some reason I didn't want Renee to think that. "It's better than that, though." I insisted, and I realized I sounded completely lovestruck. This would be rather embarassing later. " He picks me up for school every morning and drops me off, but we sit and talk in his car for hours. He holds open doors, and takes my books and . . ." I hesitated, not sure if I wanted Renee to hear my most intimate secrets. "He plays piano beautifully." I blushed and knew that my voice had softened so much that I hardly recognised it's sultry tone. "He wrote me a song - a lullaby. He hums it for me."
I'd sold her. Renee now looked at Edward as if he were the perfect man. And for me, he was.
"Well," She finally sighed and looked down at her watch. "Phil is supposed to call soon . . . I didn't know when you would wake up . . ."
"Go ahead," I pushed.
She hesitated. "Bella, I know you think he's perfect, and he certainly seems like it from what you say, but . . ." She trailed off.
"Mom," I said seriously, looking her in the eye. "He isn't like Charlie. I learned from your mistakes." I know I didn't sound all that sure of myself.
Renee sighed, upset now. "Bella, what happened? Why did you leave? Charlie said . . ."
I looked down sadly, knowing I would pull this off perfectly. It was actually how I felt deep down. "What I told Charlie was just for him to let me go. It was for something different." she waited, patient for once. "He - he seems too perfect, sometimes." I admitted. Edward never knew any of this and I really didn't know how he'd react, but there wasn't much I could do anymore. "I feel - constantly - like I'm not enough for him. I'm accident prone, normal, and I'm certainly not much to look at. There's plenty of girls -" I hesitated, not sure how to word this. "girls that are more like him."
She looked confused, but Edward was sure to understand. I meant girls that were vampires, but Renee couldn't know that. "I mean girls that are pretty. You've seen Carlisle and Alice. There are other people that would be much better suited for him."
"Looks?" Renee looked sad. "Bella, I thought I raised you better. Looks aren't everything."
"No, I know." I couldn't really explain this well, but Edward certainly understood. "I mean - I'm not as smart, and I'm clumsy and fragile, I guess. He's so much better than I am and there's no way I could ever -"
"This has nothing to do with Charlie and me, does it?" Renee suddenly asked, worried. "You aren't upset with Forks, right?"
"No, it's not that. Really. It's just -"
"You aren't scared of committment because of us, right?" She'd hit the nail on the head and I couldn't hide my reaction. I flinched and then moaned slightly in pain.
"Oh Bella, just because your father and I didn't work out doesn't mean you and Edward can't. Don't use us as role models in that department - please!" She rubbed her hand up my arm soothingly. "Bella, I know I haven't been the best mom. I haven't even been a mom. I know you usually call me Renee -"
"You're my best friend, though." I said, not denying her other statements. "I've been fine. I've grown up well, and I think I've turned out fairly good."
She smiled here, though she still appeared upset. "All right, Bee," That was a nickname she'd used when I was young. "I want to be the first one to know when you get a ring."
"Renee," I groaned. She didn't seem upset at the name. If anything, she looked happier. She lauged at my bright flush.
"I'll be coming up to help pick the dress - or maybe we should all go to California. They proably have better dresses." She mused to herself. "Where will the wedding be - someplace sunny?" Of course not, but I couldn't tell her why.
"I don't think so, but -" I cut myself off then, surprised I was thinking of wedding plans of all things! "Ugh! Re-nee!"
She laughed quietly, but happily. "Tell me when." She said. "E-mail me, call me - I haven't heard from you much." She snuck a look at the occupied chair in the corner. "I suppose that's his fault." There was a huge grin on her face.
"Quit teasing me!" I protested. "Besides, isn't Phil waiting?"
Renee smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you, Bee."
I smiled softly. "Love you too, mom."
She looked over to Edward, who still looked like he was sleeping. "You take care of her." Renee said firmly before walking out.
How was it? In character?