A/N
Hello! Sorry for the hold up! I had to finish some stuff for school. Since I wasn't able to post yesterday, I'll be posting 3 chapters today.
Again, I'm sorry.
Chapter 5
The Cullens
I'm sitting in the back of my brother's truck, looking out the window, seeing the trees pass by. We're on our way to the Cullens. I'm not sure if I'm excited about this or not. Mostly, I'm not ready to see Edward again but Emmett wanted to go to this barbecue thing with the rest of the old football team and Rose decided to go with Emmett, I have to go, as well.
"You alright there, Bells?" Em asks while driving. I take a peak at the rear view mirror. Rose looks at me sadly and says sorry. I shrugged it off telling them not to worry about a thing. This whole visit is really about the people I love and not me. I have to remember that.
We arrive at the Cullens, the house not changing a single bit. It feels like I'm 17 again. We march up to the door and ring the doorbell. Carlisle, Edward's father, greets us with big hugs with Esme, Edward's mother, following behind her.
Emmett and Rose goes on ahead to their backyard to greet Edward and the rest of the visitors. I fall back with Esme. She was the mother we never had.
"Oh, Bella," she hugs me tight, "you grew up beautifully." She looked at me from head to toe, "I love your outfit," she kisses my cheeks and I thank her. I double check myself and see if my outfit is truly in place as I hang my coat up. My red sweater was in place on top of a white button down and my dark jeans are unstained. I'm good. I dust my brown heeled ankle boots on their mat before entering the house.
Automatically, I join Esme at the kitchen to help her prepare for the feast. I start moving around as I tell her about my life in New York.
"I bet men are tailing you around these days," she giggles. I laugh at her suggestion and tell her there's only been a couple since I went to college. I couldn't tell her it was her son's fault.
"Ma, I can't find the bottle opener!" Edward shouts as he nears the kitchen. Esme leaves us as she gets what Edward needs. The atmosphere starts becoming heavy.
"Hi, Bella," Edward greets.
"Hey, yourself," I give him a small smile and swallow. My heart can't take it when I look at him.
He opens his mouth to say something and then stops. "I'm really sorry about what happened-," he starts.
I hold my hand up. Now is not the time to talk about this. "It's been years, Edward. Forget it."
He shakes his head and a short haired brunette comes barging in the kitchen.
"Oh, hey! I didn't know there was someone else in here," she smiles at me. "I'm Angela," she sticks out her hand to shake and I raise mine, showing that they were dirty with flour.
Her brown eyes were filled with mirth. She laughs and says, "it's great to meet you...," trailing off, not knowing my name.
"Bella," Edward tells her while looking at me, "Her name is Bella. She's Em's sister."
"I knew I recognized the similarity," she claps happily and hugs Edward, "sweetie, they're waiting for you outside. Said they want their beers now." I try to go back to what I was doing, not wanting to see their interaction.
And in perfect timing, Esme arrives, giving Edward the bottle opener. He and Angela leave holding hands. I pretend like it's nothing and continue moving around the kitchen.
