hey everyone see, another update with in a month. im geeting better right?
so guess, what, juts finished twilight for the third time. getting ready for BD P2. who else is super excited? how are you guys getting ready for the big final? i would love to know.
anyways, nothting to .
14. Taking Off
It was another thirty minutes after I got off the phone with Carlisle. It took some pushing and a lot of whining, but he budged. Edward was still upstairs, but now I heard him walking around. At least he was up and moving.
I continued to write my paper as I waited for him to come back down. I was glad I at least got four pages done. Only 46 let; awesome. I would've been going faster if I didn't get going back and forward between my paper and the internet. I was "researching" something else. it had something to do with what I talked to Carlisle about and why I waiting for Edward to come back down.
Right now I was looking at a website. Everything was so beautiful. I heard him walking down the stairs. I minimized the page before he came to the kitchen. "Hey, baby. Feeling better?" I said when he walked in.
He shrugged. "Recharged, yes; better, not some much." He said as he walked over to me. he looked over my shoulder at my paper. "How are doing with your paper?" he asked me.
I looked at him then shrug. "Fine, I guess." I told him as I turn back to the screen. "I'm little distracted, I think." I admitted. I was distracted, but not for the reason that he would probably think.
He started rubbing my shoulders. "Can I help?" he asked. I smiled at his touch. He was trying to helpful. He didn't know, but I knew what he was doing. He was sorry for snapping at me early without actually saying it.
I looked up at him and smiled again. "Not right now, but do you would mind sitting with me for a while; just in case I get stuck or something?" I asked.
He shook his head as he walked over to the other chair. He looked at me. "Mind if I use your computer for a second? I want to check my email." He said to me.
I would've let he use it in a heartbeat any other time, but this time I was hesitate. The reason was because I was looking at something on the internet and it took me forever to find this page and I didn't want to risk losing it. Plus I didn't want him to see what I was looking at until I had a chance to tell him what I was talking to Carlisle about before he came in.
"Can you use your computer or your phone?" I asked.
He shook his head. "My phone is dead and charging and my laptop is upstairs and I don't feel like going to get it. Why can't I use yours? Is there something you're hiding from me?" he teased with a smirk. I smiled back. I wonder if he still would be smiling if he knew how true that statement was. I shook my head no.
"Let me save this first." I told him. I pulled the internet page and bookmarked the page before exiting out. I pushed the small computer to him. when he got it, he made a sound that sounded like a struggled cough or something. "What is it?" I asked, wondering if I pressed the X button at the top of the page and not just the underscore button.
"I can't believe you actually have this picture as your background." He said.
I silently breathed a breath of relief when I realized he was just talking about my background. "I love that picture." I told him.
He looked at me. "Are ever going to change it?" he asked. I looked at him with confusion. I wondered where that question came from. Did he not like it or something?
I shook my head. "No. why would I change it?" I asked.
He turned back to the screen. "No reason, I guess." He muttered. I watched him as he clicked this and that on the mouse pad. He typed on my keyboard. I watched his finger move across the keyboard faster than mine. He stared at the screen for a few minutes before sighing hard. "Damn it." He gave a small groan.
I got depressed right away because I knew that meant all to well. "Nothing." I assumed.
"Nope." He said as he pushed my computer back me. "Another no." he complained.
"Well, Edward, it has only been about an hour. Like I said, give it some time." I reminded him.
He sighed. "Yep, that's all I need is fucking time between each rejection."
"I love you positive attitude; it's so hot." I mumbled sarcastically as I looked at my undone paper again. I felt like I was never going to get this thing done. And as for Edward, I tried to resist the urge to make an annoyed reaction, but it didn't work. I understand his depression about all this, but I was getting sick of his downer vibe. I swear next thing I know he's going to be wearing all black and complain about everything else.
He started tapping his finger on the table top "And I adore your fucking sarcasm. It's so damn sexy." He replied back in the same tone. I look at him over the screen. He rolled his eyes away from me because he knew what the look was. "How the hell else am I suppose to be?" he asked still not looking at me.
"What happen to pouting won't solve anything?" I reminded him. when I said that he looked at me because he knew what I was talking about.
"It's not pouting, Bella. It's stressing the fuck out. Since I was sixteen, I've never not work and it's fucking hard for me to sit in this damn house." He nitpicked at the situation at hand. I found it hard to believe it was just that he wasn't working. If that was the case, he would have taken my job and worked with Jasper until he found something. It wasn't like I had a problem with it since I was the one who suggested it in the first damn place. I was fine just going to school; Jasper was kinda getting on my nervous as a boss anyways so I could not work with him for a while. But that wasn't good enough. That's how I know that it wasn't just not working that pissing Edward off so much. It was the fact that he couldn't work as a teacher like he wanted to.
I didn't bring any of my thoughts out of my mouth because I knew he would deny it. As if I was blind or something and couldn't see the damn signs he was unknowly showing. "Edward, I get that, okay? And I'm trying to understand your predicament, but you won't let me."
"Because you don't understand, Bella." He snapped, cutting me short.
I looked at him with serious eyes. "Then help me." I urged letting him know I wasn't giving up that easily. At least not this time. He opened his mouth. I was really hoping he would say something, anything that would let me in. but he crushed that damn hope like a bug getting hit with a hammer when he just closed his mouth and not let anything out. I sighed hard. "I thought we were suppose to talk to each other. Or is that just a damn one way street?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "Not about this."
"Why the hell not?" I asked annoyed.
"I just…"He stopped to sigh. "can't" he finished his thought. "Can we be done with this damn topic?" he demanded as he got up from his seat.
It was my turn to sigh. "For now? Yes; I'll won't talk about it." I agreed.
Knowing that was as good as he was getting, he groaned. "I need something to distract me." he said as he walked to the refrigerator. "Anything in mind for dinner?" he said as he looked inside.
"No. Chef's choice." I replied.
He said okay. After that, he started moving around the kitchen and started cooking for us. It was silence in the kitchen. The only sound in there was the sounds of him moving dishes and me typing. I looked up from my screen at him more times than I can count. When he looked at me, I looked away. I didn't like arguing with him about his whole job thing. That seemed like all we talked about now. I try as hard as I can to stay away from it because I know we would just end up fighting. The last thing I wanted was that we get in another big fight and we don't talk to each other again. Those days were filled up of the loudest silence I ever heard.
When he was done cooking, I put my laptop away but kept my phone next to me in case Carlisle emails me something else I might need to know. When the part of the table on front of me was cleared, Edward placed a plate with honey glazed chicken and cheesy garlic chopped potatoes on it in front of me.
I smiled at him as he sat down across from me. "This looks great." I commented.
He smiled softly back. "Thanks." After he said that, we started eating. It tasted just as good as it looked. I felt like I could get enough of it. His cooking skills have gone up to a perfect 100 (because 10 was no where near good enough) since he came home. I feel like I'm eating food made by a five-star restaurant's chef when I eat his cooking. Maybe he should think about changing profession.
When I thought about that, I realized how quiet it got when we started eating. The thought of us not talking made my appetite go out the window. I started pushing the food I had left over around on my plate. "Full?" he teased.
I looked at him. I saw he had a small smile on his face. That meant two things: either he forgot the little disagreement we had a few minutes ago or he was thinking what I was thinking and didn't like the stillness between us anymore than I did.
I gave a small one back and nodded. "Very much. You keep stuffing me like this, I will gain the freshman-ten I was trying to avoid." I teased back as I pushed the plate away from me.
He chuckled as he grabbed my plate. "I'm glad some good has come from my un-employedness." He joked before going to the sink. I know he was trying to make light of our fight, but I couldn't laugh at it.
"You know I hate when we fight." I said to him. he turned to me. "Especially about your job; or lack there of." I added.
He sighed. "I know and I do too."
"There is a way to stop it. Just, please talk to me and let me understand you."
He shook his head. "I can't."
"Why not?" I asked. he opened his mouth but the closed it in the next second. He crossed his arm across his chest like he was locking his feeling away. I breathed hard through my nose as the motion. "Edward."
"Bella, I don't want to talk about the job hunt because it reminds me why I don't have one and I rather not think about it. Besides it makes me feel variable and if you haven't guessed yet, I don't do well when it comes to variability." He explained as he turned to the sink to start on the dishes.
To be honest, I never really thought of him like that. he never shows anything but his strength so I didn't know he ever felt that way. Now I understood what he meant about being strong for everyone. If he wasn't, he might be able to handle it. Because of the realization, I said this. "Okay."
He looked at me over his shoulder. "Okay?" he repeated with confusion. I nodded as I stood up. He turned back to me. "What hell does that mean?" he asked.
I smiled. "It means, okay, I get what you saying. I don't want to fight with you so I'll stop pressuring about."
"Thank you." was all he said.
I nodded. "Can I help you with the dishes?" I asked, changing the subject.
He smiled "You can dry." He answered before he tossed me a dried dish towel. I caught and was about to walk over to him. I got stopped by my phone going off on the table. I picked it up and looked at it. It was the email from Carlisle I was waiting for. "Hot date?" he mocked.
I looked at him with a smile then shook my head. "It might just Alice or something." I know it was a lie, but I didn't want to talk the trip I was planning with him just yet. I placed back on the table. "I'll answer it later." I told him as I walked over to him and started the dishes.
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The idea that color can have some kind of affect on the human's mood can have some thing to do with what the mind relates the color to.
As I read over the last sentence I wrote, my thought process was interrupted by humming in my ear. I knew what it was and what he was trying to do so I ignored it. I was trying to think of what else I could put on this paper. Why did I pick something so vide to write about?
"Biting your nails is a nasty habit." Edward commented next to me. That was random. What was he talking? I looked down and saw my index finger in my mouth. When I pulled it out, my nail that was a medium length before was down to the nub. I didn't even realize I was biting my nails. I don't even know when the last time I did. I use to do when I was younger, but Alice use to make fun of me all the time so I stopped. I placed my hand on the table. "I didn't know you chewed on your nails. You must be some kind of fucking stressed." He teased.
I turned to him. he was sitting on the living room floor in front of the coffee table with me. after we finished the dishes, I moved my laptop in the living room to try and continued to work. Since Edward was next to me, it wasn't working as much as I wanted it to. I smiled at him. "I am; and you chewing and humming in my ear isn't helping me." I told him.
He turned to me and smiled back. "I didn't know I was so distracting."
"Yes you did." I replied, not buying what he was saying at all.
He chuckled as he cut another piece of cheesecake with the side of his fork. "Sorry, but I can't help it. This is really good." He noted before putting the forkful in his mouth. "Are you sure you don't want a piece?" he asked me for the tenth time since we've been sitting here.
I shook my head. "No thanks. If gram cracker crumbs get in my keyboard, it's going to be a bitch to get out." I told him as I turned back to the screen.
He chuckled again. "I made this cheesecake a few days ago and you still haven't had a piece. I think my feeling are hurt." He was doing it again; trying to pull me away from my work.
I turned back to him. "Edward."
"Baked cheesecake with thick blueberry syrup; one of your favorites." He noted as he cut another piece. "You know you want to." He noted. He was right; I did want to. I'm sure he was just talking about it like it was some dessert of the gods or something to get me to focus on him. it wouldn't be working so well if it didn't look a tad bit mouthwatering. He lifted the fork until it was in front of my mouth. "One piece won't hurt."
I smiled. Damn him, his plan was work; as usual. "One piece." I told him. when I opened my mouth, placed the fork on my tongue. I closed my mouth and he slowly slid the fork out.
"Wow, you ate a bit and your computer is fine." He mocked as I chewed the piece that was in my mouth.
"You were right; it was good." I noted.
He chuckled. "I usually am." He boosted.
I rolled my eyes as I smacked his arm. "You're distracting me, Edward."
He smiled. "That was the plan, Bella. You're way too stress and need to fucking relax." he replied.
I'm sure he could make me relax. It's been a while, but I remember how much magic his hands work when trying to smooth out the knots in my back. I smiled at the thought. I shook my head. If I keep letting him get the better of me, this paper would take all week to finish and I don't want to waste my whole break working."No; what I need is to finish this paper. And I'm never going to get this damn thing done if you keep getting me sidetracked." I told him.
He laughed. "Why the hell are you acting like you don't have a whole fucking week to finish it?" he joked as he finished what was left on the plate.
Once again, he was right. I smiled as moved closer to him. "Since when are you pro procrastinating?" I questioned as I placed my hand on his leg.
He put his hand on my cheek. "Since I was pro you giving me your attention." He answered.
I removed my hand from his leg to playfully push his away from me. I grabbed him by his chin. "You sound like a spoiled brat."
He shrugged, unaffected by the jokily, yet insulting comment. "Maybe." He placed his hand on mine. "So are you gonna punish me?" he asked with a seductive grin. I gave him an answer by shaking my head. He gave a fake pout. "Damn." He complained in a teased. I gripped his chin tighter and pulled him closer to me. he didn't need more instruction to press his lips to mine.
I giggled against his lips when I felt his hand moved down my leg. He cupped his hand behind my knee. He grabbed my leg and moved it so it was on top of his. His movement back up my leg made my body move closer to his. "See," I said under the kiss. I pulled away from him so we were a small inch apart. "I like when we're like this." I admitted in a low voice like I was telling him one of my deepest, darkest secret.
He smiled like that's exactly what he want and needed to hear from me. he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear."Me too." He admitted in the same tone of voice. "I like when we're like this…" He hooked his other arm around me and pulled me to him, locking my body against his. "Even more."
I was about to kiss him again when my phone buzzed against the coffee table. I pulled back so more. "Can I get that?" I asked. I didn't want to pull away from him, but it might be Carlisle again.
"Sure." He loosened his grip. "But I'm not letting go." He kissed my cheek; causing me to giggle again I turned in his arms and reached for my phone. I turned the screensaver off and saw I was right. "Another text from Alice?" he assumed as he rested his head on my shoulder.
I shook my head. "Email from Carlisle." I corrected.
"Email from Carlisle?" he repeated in question.
I turned to him. "Yeah; email as electronic mail and Carlisle as in your dad." I mocked his question as if I didn't know what he meant.
He gave a fake laugh before tapping me on the forehead. "Very funny, smartass. What does he want?" he asked.
I turned away and looked at my phone. "I'm not sure." I lied. I opened my email and put in my password. When the inbox opened there were two messaged from Carlisle; one from about an hour ago and one from a few minutes ago. I opened the one from a few minutes ago first. I figured I could just go over and that would be easiest.
Hey Bella. Did you get my message? The message said. I looked at it confused. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a good idea to read this one first. I didn't have a clue on what he was talking about. I pressed the arrow that was going to the left to go to the message before that one. When I did, I saw he sent me two links. Under the links there was another message. It said everything's all set; have fun.
The first link was to a printable version of two first class plane tickets. The other one was a receipt telling us we had a suite at a five-star hotel that was supposes to be one of the most beautiful ones in the country.
When I saw both of them, I couldn't help the loud and excited squeal that came out. I had to send him a respond thanking him right away. I turned my phone to the side and started typing my message. Thank you so so so much. You didn't have get us first class or a five star hotel. I don't care how long it will take, but I will pay you back. I have no doubt that Edward would love it and be as grateful as I am. Thank u again and I love u sooo much for doing this for us.
"What is it? Why the hell are you so bouncing?" Edward chuckled in my ear. I looked at myself and realizing that I was bouncing in his arms. Well, now I know how Alice feels when something goes extremely well.
"Because your dad is freaking awesome; that's why." I answered as I pressed sent on the message and not bothering to stop the bouncing. I couldn't help it. I was just too damn excited. I will have to pay Carlisle back for this one for sure.
"Wanna let me in on the joke, babe?" he asked. I heard the smile still in his voice. I turned to him and I saw that I was right. That could be good. That could be very good. Better tell him now since we were set to leave for Italy in two days.
I smiled back. "Edward, I have a surprise for you." I sang cheerfully.
"Let me guess; another one of your outfits that I haven't seen since I came home and that I love so fucking much?" he guessed playfully.
My smile widened at the fact that I knew what he was talking about. I did have a one or two more that Alice made me get when I brought the first one. I might have to show them to him since he's asking for them. I think I would; only if he's good, however. I rolled my eyes playfully. "No. something way more fun." I told him.
"What the hell is more fun than watching you model for me?" he asked, still with a sexy smile.
"Me modeling for you in another place beside our bedroom." I answered.
His smile turned into a small one filled with confusion. "I don't think I understand." He replied.
I moved out of his arms. I turned my body so I was facing him completely. "Remember a few weeks ago when we came home from visiting Emmett and Angel and we were sitting on the couch and talking?" I asked him, trying to make him remember when the conversation that night went. He nodded. He didn't show anything sign that he knew what I was talking about. "Well, remember when I suggested we go somewhere for spring break?" I asked; he nodded again. he wasn't getting it. Okay; it's time, Bella. Just say it. "Well, my spring break does officially start Monday." I reminded him.
Finally getting what I was saying, his face fixed. The thing was, he was frowning. I didn't say anything to make him frown. So why the hell was he frowning? He sighed hard as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Bella…" he started like he was about to deliver bad news.
Before he could go any further, I stopped him. "Let me remind you that you did say you would think about it." I reminded him.
"I know and believe me, I have. But babe, I don't think it's a good idea right now. it's not that I don't want to get away with you, but the last thing we need is to do things we both know we can't afford." He explained, probably thinking I would get disappointed.
But the things he was saying just made me smile. "I know Edward. But what would you say if I told you that you don't have to worry about anything; that I have it all taken care of?" I asked.
He crocked his eyebrow in a way that looked like he was suspension of something. almost like he didn't want to ask any other questions. But the thought that he didn't want to didn't stop him. "I would have ask you what the hell you did to pull something like that off?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Don't worry about it." I told him.
"Bella, what did you did you do?" he asked again, this time more serious.
"Edward, don't worry about. It's just a small thing." I was purposely trying to make it seem like it was no big deal. Not because it wasn't, like normal, but because this was one of the things that would work about better if he didn't know where I got the money to go on a five-day trip to Italy from. I would just sign my next couple of paychecks over to Carlisle and Edward never has to know about the money. It might sound like I was doing some kind of shady deal, but keeping Edward in the dark about some things would keep him sane.
"Bella…" he said in a warning tone. I guess he wasn't going to let me keep him in the dark this time. What was the worst that can happen, right? I mean, I might be over thinking this and he might be fine with everything.
I stood up. "Okay, don't be mad at me, but I kind of called your dad and asked him for a favor." I eased out.
His face dropped into a serious and unhappy expression. He had to know where I was going by now. he stood up and folded his arms. "What kind of favor, Bella?"
I gulped. "A money…one." I pushed out in a small voice because I figure that was the only way it would come out.
Before I had to explain what I meant, he stopped me. "YOU DID WHAT?!" he explored.
Well, there goes that "maybe he won't be mad" theory. "Edward, I told you not to be mad and you're mad." I said, trying to calm him down; but I think pointing out the obvious just made him angrier.
"You're damn right I'm fucking mad!" he explored. At least, I was right about something. He turned his back to me and ran his hand through his hair.
"Why are you getting so mad at me?" I asked.
He made a sharp turn to me. "Bella, you know exactly why. I told you not to go to that man. We don't need hand outs and the last thing I need is for him to hold this over my head." He explained.
"Technically, you said you didn't want to go to him. you never say I couldn't." I reminded him. he looked at me. his eyes were telling me I was missing his damn point. I continued. "And it's not a hand out. A hand out implies he's never getting his money back. Think of it as a loan." I told him.
"A loan?" he questioned. I nodded. He shook his own head in response. "I can't give him that money back, Bella." He told me.
"I know, but I will." I explained.
He breathed hard through his nose. "You still went behind my back. So I would like to know why." He said.
I shrugged. "I thought it would be best if we just go and you didn't know. I only did it because I think the trip would make us happy. I thought it would make you happy." I explain. The last part wasn't really true, but I was trying to say anything to calm him the hell down. He was making something big out of something not that big.
"You wanna make me happy?" he asked. I nodded. He grabbed my phone from table, where I left it, and handed out to me. "Call him back and tell him to keep his damn money."
"Why?" I let out non-permitted whine.
"Because Bella, I don't need him thinking I need him to give you what you want."
"He doesn't think that. And why does it freaking matter? It's not like Carlisle Cullen, Chief of Medicine, didn't have a few hundred to waste."
He rolled his eyes; probably because he thought I was speaking of his dad like he was some kind of super god or something because of his very well paying job. "It's not about the fucking money, Bella. It's about my goddamn pride. What part of that don't you understand?" he snapped.
"Can you forget about your damn pride for one second?" I asked.
He didn't answer me. instead, he pushed the phone towards me. "Call him." he ordered.
I took the phone from his hand. I looked at the black screen before putting it in my back pocket. I crossed my arms and looked at him. he looked at me like he was upset that I didn't follow his command. If he thought I was giving up that easily; he was obviously forgetting how we started dating in the first place. "I'm not calling him, Edward."
"What the fuck happen to you weren't going to fight with me?" he asked.
"I told you I wouldn't about you job search. But I'm not just going to shut up and agree with you like some child. Especially when you're wrong. And you're wrong about this." I told him.
He breathed hard again. I notice he was trying to calm down. That was a good sign. "I don't want you to just shut up. You know I wouldn't love you if that was the case. But I would like for you to at least take my side." He explained.
That didn't make sense to me since the fight was between us. I wondered if he thought it was bigger than us. "There are no sides. Carlisle is doing a good thing for us, so just accept it. Besides, everything is paid for and it's all non refundable."
"Then take Alice. I'm sure she would have a great time." He suggested.
I shook my head. "I don't want go with Alice; I want to go with you, my boyfriend."
He shook his head back at me. "I won't be able to enjoy it because I would just keep thinking that it's another example of Carlisle throwing his motherfucking money around to solve everyone's damn problems. I'm not going." He said before turning away.
When he started walking away from me, I got angry. no, not angry; I got pissed. Who the hell was he to think the can just decided everything we do as a couple. He keeps saying he doesn't want to be my dad but he sure as hell act like it. I felt like he was rejecting a gift from me. was he that damn prideful where he would make me sad and upset just to prove a point? And did he honestly think I wasn't going to down swinging, like I always do? I let him have what he wants and I do whatever he ask from me, but I wasn't go just lay down about this. He is not getting his way.
Not this time.
"DAMN IT EDWARD! THAT IS FUCKING IT!" I screamed. He stopped and looked at me like I was crazy for screaming at the top of my lungs like I just did.
'Bella, what the h-."
"I am fucking sick of your depression attitude." I interrupted.
"You're sic-"
I stopped him again by waving my hands in a "no" like fashion, signaling that I didn't want hear anything coming from his mouth right now. I walked over to be in front of him. "No Edward, it's my turn. I'm talking now so you are to. Listen. To. Me." I emphasized every single word so he heard me loud and clear. He closed his mouth. Good for him because he knew I was serious because I would never talk to him like this.
I continued. "you're piss because you can't work, I get it. Even though you think I don't, I get it. But I am getting sick and tired of you moping. If you keep it up, you're going to fall into a depression so deep, that nothing will be able to get you out. Once that happens, I know I'm going to follow and I'll be damned if I'm going to go down the road again.
"With that being said, this damn trip is not about Alice or Carlisle and his money. It is about you and me. I didn't plan this to punish you. I planned it you and I can think about nothing else but Edward and Bella and nothing else. And even though we're trying harder than before not to, I feel like we're still drafting apart from each other. we have happy moments here and there but they're so shortlived because it seem like right when we're remember how things we're before, we get into a fight and I don't like it. Edward, I don't know if you were counting like me, but only months after you came home after being away from me for five fucking years, we were apart again for a month. A month is how long we were broken up." I told him.
When I said the words "broken up", I saw the fetch in him. "I thought we agreed to not talk about that." he pointed out. He was reminding me of the promise we made to each other that weekend.
And I thought we agreed just now that he wasn't talking, but I didn't bring that up because he just walked right into another one of my traps. "And why did we agree on that, Edward? Because being apart from each other hurt like hell, didn't it? Well, if we don't do something soon, it's going to happen again and that the last thing I want. If we are going to reconnect, we can't do it here because there's too many distraction and too much shit going on here. We need to get away and relax." I stopped and grabbed his hands. I looked deep into his eyes. "And that what we're going to do." I said softly.
He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't a chance because I started again. I glared at him. "If you try to fight me, I swear on everything that's good and holy, if I have to tie you up like a fucking luau pig, so help me Edward, I would do so and drag your ass all the way to Italy with me. Am I clear?" I threatened.
He closed his mouth and gulped. Then he just nodded. My demanding tone and demeanor washed away as soon as he made the motion. "Good. Because, I need us to be happy." I smiled and hugged him tightly around his waist.
He hugged me back."You never talk to me like that before." He pointed out in a small voice.
I chuckled. "I know; and I didn't like it." That was kind of a lie. I like putting my foot down. For the first time, he heard me like I was actually talking to him. he didn't fight and I loved the feeling.
He gave a small chuckle back. "I don't think I did either."
I pulled back a little and looked up at him. "I'll try not to do it again, but only if you don't give me a reason." I negotiated.
He nodded fast. "Deal." I couldn't help but think of the phase "good boy; very good boy." He leaned down and kissed me. I smiled against his lips.
I pulled and started bouncing again. "Come on, let's go to bed. We have to wake up early so we can go renew our passports." I said excitedly before grabbing his hand and pulling him all the way to our room.
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Thump!
"What the hell was that?" Edward said in a panic with a jump in the seat next to me.
I looked behind us. A guy was smiling at me like he was embarrassed as he picked up his carry on bag he must've dropped on the floor of the airplane. "Sorry." He said shyly.
I gave a small smile back. "It's okay." I told him. I turned back to Edward. He was looking at the ceiling and tapping his foot like Thumper doing a drum solo. I giggled at him before rubbing his hand. He jumped again and looked at me. "Will you relax?"
He sighed hard. "Bella, what the hell happen to going to Chicago or New York? You know somewhere we can drive to? you know how I feel about fucking planes." He noted. I couldn't help but giggle at him because I knew how serious he was.
Edward hated airplanes. Some people don't like them, but will fly anyways. Edward almost had a freaking panic attack when I reminded him the only way to get to Italy was to fly. He once told me that if he could drive everywhere instead of flying, he would do it in a heartbeat. I asked why he didn't like flying, he said because planes can't be trusted. Tons of metal in the air just being held up by an engine and some wings, something's bond to go wrong.
"I guess I kinda forgot." I said with a shrug, halfway lying. I honestly didn't think about when Carlisle suggested it. I didn't remember until Edward was shaking so much that he actually asked me to drive to the airport. "And Carlisle suggested it would probably be best to go to another country to clear our minds. And he said your family use to go to Italy all the time when you were young and you never had a problem."
"I was usually asleep or something." he replied. We heard another thump and he jumped again. I giggled again. I've never seem him so afraid. It was very amusing.
But to show him I was there for him, I started rubbing his hand. When I touched him, he gave another slight jump before looking at me. I kissed his cheek. "Will you calm down? Taking off is the worst part. We've done that already so just relax." I reminded him. we've been in the air now for about an hour and it was smooth sailing. It was a eleven-hour flight. If he didn't calm down soon, he was going to have a heart attack before we land.
"Can I get you anything?" I heard a voice. I looked away from Edward to a perky flight attendant smiling at us; well more like at him. I was kinda glad he was still edgy about flying to even notice.
I smiled back at her. "Yes. My boyfriend is stressed about flying. Can you bring us something to help him calm down? Maybe some champagne?" I responded.
She nodded and walked away. "Bella…" he said.
I smiled at him. "What? You need to relax and I want to enjoy the joys of first class." I explained. He rolled his eyes away from me.
A few minutes later, the flight attendant came back, pushing a cart. She handed both me and Edward a both before taking a green bottle from the ice and pouring some gold liquid in our glasses. I said thank you while Edward just gave a small nod before she walked away to attend other people.
I took a slip from the glass. I giggled in delight as the bubbles tickled my nose. I looked over at Edward and he was looking at the glass like it was filled with poison or something. "Just drink it; it won't kill you." I joked.
"You don't know that." he responded.
"It won't. trust me, it will help you relax." I told him. he looked at the glass one more time before taking a slip. After the one slip, he drinking and drinking; obviously taking what I said about helping him relax to heart. In a few minutes, he was done with the whole glass before I was. "Feeling better?" I asked with a smile when he was done.
He looked at me and shrugged. "I guess I feel a little bit better." He answered. his foot wasn't tapping that much, so that was a plus.
"Is there anything I can do to make it a lot better?" I asked. to be honest, I was running out ideas. At this point, I think it might be better to just let him be stress. At least he wasn't passing out, right? But I couldn't. I didn't like seeing him stressed; hence why we were taking a trip.
He shook his head as he looked to the ceiling again. "I don't think so." He said.
I finished off what was left in my glass before putting on the tray in front of us next to his empty glass. I lifted the armrest between us. I moved next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. He looked down at me and smiled as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. if I wasn't going to talk him down, I figured if it was best to let him know I was with him. if whatever he thought was going to happen did happen, at least he knows that I was next to him the whole time.
As I sat under his arm, I found myself getting a small cramp in my side. I had to admit, the position I was sitting in was a little uncomfortable. That's when I came with an idea. I pulled away from his hold. "What's wrong?" he asked
I smiled and shook my head. "nothing." I grabbed the remote that the flight attendant showed us before we took off. I pressed the button that sent the back of his seat back. I pressed the other button that mine do the same. The best thing about first class is that you can lean back with being able to look up someone's nose or being in there lap like coach. I think that was the thing I was looking forward to the most when I found out we were in first class. "I just wanted to show you another perk of first class." I answered with a smile when we were both leaning back. I cuddled back to his side. He didn't take time to hug me just as tightly as before.
The flight attendant came back around still pushing the tray to get the empty glasses. "How are we doing?" she asked.
I was fine but I didn't say anything because I didn't know how he was feeling. I looked at Edward for the answer. "I'm better." He answered.
"Great. Can I get you anything else?" she replied.
I looked at her. I was glad to see she wasn't trying to get Edward's attention. Maybe she wasn't before. Sometimes it's kinda hard to tell when it comes to him. "A blanket, please." I answered. The longer we flew the more cold it got. She nodded and left to get one. "So are you really feeling better?" I asked him when she was gone.
"I still don't like fucking flying, but you're making it easier. Like always." He asked.
I smiled. That was good he said that. that meant I was doing my job. "That's what I'm here for." I replied before reaching up to kiss him. he moved arm so it was wrapped around my waist. A moment later, I felt a blanket fall over of us. Then I heard a click. I pulled away to see we were cover with the blanket I asked for and the light over us was now turned off.
"Enjoy the rest of the flight." The attendant smiled before walking away.
He chuckled as she walked away. "I think I like this perk." He said with a smile. I had to agree with him; I was loving first class way more than I thought I would. Thank you Carlisle.
"I thought you would." I said before locking my lips back to his.
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After our little make-out section in the dark, he relaxed some more. So much he even fell asleep; which I thought he would be too afraid to do. I would've pulled out of his hold when I saw he was fast asleep, but somehow he knew I was there. Every time I tired to move, he would groan and hug me tight again. after a while, I just enjoyed his deadly grip. I followed his lead and fell asleep against him. I was glad I did because it made the flight a lot faster. I woke up by the pilot announcing that we would be landing shortly. I was happy. I was glad to be in his arms, but my body was a little stiff.
After we got off the plane and we got our bags, I told him to wait while I went to the bathroom. Since he wouldn't let me move, I have to hold it for eleven hours. I felt like a water balloon that was too full and about to burst. He said okay because he was wanted to check his messages. When I was done in there, I walked back to him.
"Anything good?" I asked when I closer to him. He held up a finger telling me to hold on. I leaned on the bags as I waited for him to get off. When he was done, he hung up and looked at me. "What?" I asked.
"They said they're considering me." He said. I lifted my eyebrow at him. I didn't get what he was saying. "Listen to the message." He said handing me the phone. I held the phone to my ear as the message started to start over.
"Edward Masen? Hi this is Eleazar Denali. I interviewed you for a job in at Port Angeles Middle School. Well, I've interview some other people and no one can come close to how great you are. I will talk things over with the school board and if they see things the way I do, there is a very high chance that you will have a job in the fall. I will keep in touch. Have a good day."
I smiled before jumping to his arms for a hug. "Edward that is great." I pulled away and handed it back. "See, I told you. All you have to do is wait." I bragged that I was right.
"You were right." He admitted. "Now I need to stay by the phone." He said.
I tilted my head in confusion. "Why?" I asked.
"Just in case someone calls again. I need to be able to get to it fast." He answered.
"Fine." I sighed hard. "Just don't let the thought of a phone call get in the middle of our vacation."
I sighed hard "I'll try not to, however I'm not making any promises." He answered.
I smiled again. At least he was trying. That was something, right? "Good. Because remember, we're here to relax and to reconnect." I said as I hugged him around the waist.
He rolled his eyes. "Not like you'll let me forget that."
"Of course not." I agreed before reaching up to kiss him. He thought I was dragging him through his, but he was going to it. And he was going to take me before we went back to Forks at the end of the week. I pulled away and grabbed my bag. "Come on, let's go check in at the hotel." I said. I grabbed his hand and we walked to a cab that was waiting for us outside.
R & R. or not. i dnt care cus i know why ur not. believe me, just hold on and its gonna get so much better. hate i warned you guys this would be full of fillers.
Luv & Rockets.
