Chapter Six
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The whole day leading up to the afternoon of Alice's 'gathering' I was a nervous wreck. Nothing I could do could distract me for what was to come. I prepared myself incessantly, donning an excessive amount of make-up and then wiping it all of frantically when I saw how stupid it looked, and then repeating the process five times until I got it right – I hoped the minor smudging could be passed off as bags due to lack of sleep, though then again, I had those too. I tried on half a dozen outfits and became overly stressed when I didn't feel comfortable in any of them. I felt like a damn teenager, why was I acting like this? He was just a guy, and one who'd probably changed immensely since I'd last seen him. Mostly, I was worried about my reaction, about embarrassing myself.
Oh and about what to say to him if he struck up a conversation with me.
I was screwed, I knew that much.
The morning and the few hours before the gathering was scheduled to happen, passed by me in a dizzying blur and I found myself hyperventilating as I drove towards Jasper and Alice's flat, a few suburbs away.
'Maybe he'll get sick and won't turn up,' I thought. 'Maybe this worrying is all for nothing.'
Even I could hear the scepticism in my thoughts.
'Please don't be here, please don't be here, please don't be here,' I chanted in my head during the whole journey from my car and to their building.
"Bella!" Alice yelled, as soon as she'd opened the door, as if I were a field away not the mere metre that I was. "Come right in, you're the last to arrive."
Oh fuck.
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