Okay. So Here is the next chapter. I'm really sorry but it's shorter. I managed to squeeze a little itty-bitty EPOV in there before the big night. And I mean the big "I Think God Is Trying To Kill Me" (As Edward thinks) night!
Yes, it is going to be unbelievably romantic, but will Edward be able to handle it? I have no clue yet! I'm still writting the next chapter!
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I bet you all thought I would tell you something big there, huh!?
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Soundtrack:
Heavily Broken (The Veronicas)
Identified (Vanessa Hudgens)
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I Own Nothing!
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BPOV-
The next morning I wake up I had a smile on my face, realizing that the night before wasn't a dream. I yawned and Edward appeared at the door, leaning against the wall. "Morning Sunshine," he smiled. I giggled, rubbing my face. "Oh god, I totally forgot about school," my eyes widened and I groaned. He laughed. "It's okay; school was called off today, some last minute teacher conferences or something," he shrugged. His eyes scanned over me and then he started laughing. I raised an eye brow looking down at myself. I looked fine, "What, why are you laughing at me?' I scanned over myself; there was nothing out of the ordinary. "Nothing, just me," he smiled at me. I rolled my eyes giggling. "I should get some clothes from my house, you can come with me if you want," I skipped into the bathroom and splashed water on my face to wake up. When I walked out I really noticed him. He was wearing a pair of pants with no shirt. He stood there with his arms across is chest. He smiled and I felt myself blushing.
I followed him into the kitchen and he smiled again. "You smiled a lot Edward," I muttered as I sat down at the bar again. "It's hard not to smile with you around," I raised an eye brow. "And how is that?" I asked, a faint smile creeping onto my lips. "You could brighten anyone's day Bella, it's just how you are," He set a glass of orange juice in front of me. I felt my heart speed up. I just sat there looking at him. The moment was soft and calm, I liked it. He raised an eye brow. "T-thank you," was all I managed to say as I sipped the orange juice. "I better go get dressed, be back in a flash," he winked and disappeared out of the room. I spun my glass around, thinking.
I did that a lot now. I would just sit there and think about things. It started happening once I moved to Forks. I would just sit in my window and watch the rain fall, or the snow. I would wrap myself up in my thoughts and drown out everything else. I could spend hours just thinking about things. I would think about Jacob, Renee and Phil, Charlie, Angela and Jessica, the teachers at school, everything. I figured out which things not to think about, normally because they would send me into a crying frenzy. I avoided those thoughts a lot, not wanting to deal with them. But one thought, one memory was haunting me, following me everywhere I went. That memory wasn't really a memory, it was a person. Jacob Black just wouldn't let me go, he wouldn't. He wouldn't get over the fact that he hit me. He hit me over something his friend said, and he wasn't even that good of friends with him. They had only met a few days earlier. Not only did he hit me. But he would beat me down with words, threaten me. I don't know why I didn't leave sooner; perhaps it was because I didn't want to be alone. I thought that he cared about me, but he didn't.
I was alone now. I didn't really have anyone that I was close to, except myself. I felt the tears starting to build in my eyes, I shook my head. I couldn't start up again, not here. Edward wouldn't let me go home if he saw me crying again. I took another sip of my orange juice, swallowing the memories of Jake, letting them twist and curl in my stomach. Edward came around the corner smiling at me. "You okay, you don't look so good," he leaned towards me on counter. I smiled, shaking my head. "Y-yea I'm fine, let's go," I slid off the chair and started walking for the front door. He had concerned eyes, but followed me. I stopped once we got outside; snow covered the trees and ground, the cars and roof tops. It fell slowly, like in slow motion. We walked along the side walk in silence; I wasn't cold for some strange reason, even though I was in shorts and a top. I sighed, my breath showing in the air.
I didn't look at him, knowing he was looking down at me. I felt a tear run down my right cheek; I hoped he didn't see it. He didn't say anything, but he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close to him. I snuggled into him, he was warm. He was such a nice friend, I didn't deserve him. He wiped away the silent tear from my cheek. I blinked, realizing how cold I was. The walk was short, but I was freezing. There was no wind, which was surprising. When we finally go to my house I reached up on the door sill and grabbed the key to the door. I unlocked it and dragged myself inside. Edward followed wordlessly. He stood by the door, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he watched my run up the stairs to my room. I changed into some jeans, which were faded and a white mid arm top with black butterflies on it. I threw my outfit from the other day into my laundry basket. I walked into my bathroom and washed my face, redid my makeup, and brushed my hair. I let it lay on my shoulders today, to lazy to put it up.
I walked down the stairs slowly, sighing. I sat on the bottom stair staring up at Edward. He stood across from me. "Bella, can I ask you something, I just-," he was cut off by my cell phone ringing. I felt my heart crack, screaming at me not to pick it up. I looked at the ground, sighing again. I stood up and started walking towards the kitchen table where I had flung my purse. I pulled out my phone and looked at the caller ID, Jacob Black. My hands were shaking, and my face went cold. I was about to flip the phone open when Edward stepped in front of me and took it. I stared up at him with a blank look on my face. He searched my face leaning in closer. I felt my breath sticking in my throat. He had hopeful but sincere eyes. I bit my lip, I wanted to kiss him, I really did but thoughts of Jake filled my mind. The memory of him hitting me flashed past my eyes and I looked down, rejecting Edward.
I bit my lip harder and squeezed my eyes shut as the pain, the look in Jake's eyes showed that he didn't love me. It all hit me again, happening again in my mind. Without thinking I leaned into Edward and started crying. He wrapped his arms around me, staring down at me. I felt so stupid. I kept my eyes closed tightly, trying to fight away the images of him. I felt Edward squeeze me tighter, I wasn't sure why. "I'm sorry Edward," I muttered, slowly opening my eyes to look us at him. He shook his head, smiling. "It's okay, I figured you were still a little shook up from, um, Jake," he handed me the phone, which had stopped ringing finally. I took a step back from him. I stared into his eyes, they searched my face. "Bella," his voice was soft, only a murmur. "I didn't mean to, before I mean, if you want me to be your friend, I can be your friend," his face looked almost hurt but he hid it too well for me to really tell. "I didn't mean to, really, I was just caught in the moment and, I'm sorry, really, really sorry," he just stood there apologizing for something that he shouldn't have apologized for. I smiled faintly. "It's okay Edward, we all make mistakes," I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, a smile on my face. He smiled down at me, but he seemed to have something else on his mind.
I was so glad that I had met him, he was the best friend that I had needed, and no one would change it. I felt unworthy of a friend like him. He was my friend, and I was glad that he didn't mind that we were only friends. I stood there with my arms around him as my smile faded. He was okay with us just being friends, right? Or was he just saying that so he wouldn't ruin the friendship that we already had? I wasn't sure. I stepped back and searched his face with my eyes, now was the time I really wished he was bad at hiding his feelings. I didn't want him to have to be forced to be my friend, if he wanted to be more, but I wouldn't know what to do. I was lost in thought. He smiled and said something, but I was to busy thinking to catch it. He walked past me and disappeared down the hallway. I blinked.
EPOV-
I followed Bella towards the front door, she looked really upset about something, but I didn't want to make things worse by asking. She looked surprised by the snow, and then her hurt expression returned to her face. The snow glowed, creating a halo around her hair. I forgo to breath as I followed her along he sidewalk, she was too beautiful. I stared down at her; she looked deep in thought about something. A single, silent tear ran down her cheek. I flinched; I hated seeing her cry like that, with that hurt look on her face. I wrapped my arm around her, she was like ice. I was really surprised when she leaned into me and snuggled closer. It made me smile, but then I mentally slapped myself for even thinking that she might like me, she needed a friend right now, not some boyfriend. I felt my throat get dry as she pulled away and grabbed the key from the door sill, it felt wrong for her not to be next to me, and I hated myself for making it seem that way.
She opened the door and threw her purse on the table, and then ran up the stairs. I heard her messing with things, but it was all blurred out from my thoughts. Her phone started ringing; my eyes shot to her purse and then back to the stairs. I hoped to god she couldn't hear it. I already hated this Jacob guy. Every time he called her face would drain of all color and her eyes would start to tear up. I saw her walk across the hallway in a new outfit and go into the bathroom. I had to chain my self to the wall not to go pick up the phone and tell the guy to go to hell. When she did come down it stopped ringing, I just hoped it would start up again. She stared at me with blank eyes. I hoped the blank look meant that she was starting to clear her mind, "Bella can I ask you something, I just-," her phone went off again. She glanced at her purse, and again her face drained of color and her eyes looked frightened. She stood up and sighed, walking towards her purse. I took a step forward, and then another, and then I was holding the phone. She looked confused. I tried to stop myself, knowing it would only upset her, but I started to lean down towards her. Fright leaked across her face and her eyes started to tear up, she looked down. I felt my heart crack, but I wasn't worried about that, I was worried about her.
She leaned against me and I wrapped my arms around her. I couldn't help but hate myself for what had just happened. I should have just stood over by the wall and let her answer the phone. "I'm sorry Edward," I couldn't believe this; she was apologizing for me being a stupid dumbass guy? The silent moment seemed to last forever, but she looked up at me. I smiled, a hurt smile, but a smile. "It's okay I figured you were still a little shook up form, um, Jake," I wanted to beat the crap out of him just from saying his name. I handed her the phone, my hand shaking. She took a step back and stared up at me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, her face was now blank. I searched her eyes, no sign of emotion. "Bella," I was hating myself for lying to her like this, "I didn't mean to, before I mean, if you want me to be your friend, I can be your friend," I felt myself breaking down, but I knew I was good at hiding my feelings from people. "I didn't mean to, really, I was just caught in the moment and, I'm sorry, really, really sorry," I stared at her, hoping it would make her smile, or laugh. She did smile, but a faint, barely able to see it, smile. "It's okay Edward, we all make mistakes," that hit the spot. I cringed at the thought of us ever really being 'us'. Would she think that was a mistake too? I bit my lip as she wrapped her arms around me. She needed a friend and that's what I was going to have to be, just a friend. She stepped back and stared up at me; I smiled and told her I was going to the bathroom.
I locked the door and stared into the mirror. I searched my own face, trying to find anything. I drew a blank. I was falling for her and I just barely met her a few days ago, was it even possible? I shook my head, "Wake up Edward," I muttered to myself. I bit my lip, images of Bella hitting me. I wasn't sure if I was falling for her, but I knew we couldn't be more than friends. Jacob had scared her, she wouldn't be able to trust anyone, and I knew that now. I had to be that friend that she needed, not a boyfriend that she was constantly afraid of. Afraid that I would…hit her… I growled. I had to be there for her. I couldn't love her romantically, but only as a friend. I couldn't allow myself to fall in love with Isabella Swan…
I opened the door and returned to her side. She had a thoughtful look on her face, but she didn't seem upset. I smiled, "So, what do you want to do?" she shrugged. "We could go to a movie, or watch one here, or go back to your house and do something," she smiled, and my heart grew wings and fluttered around inside my chest. She looked happy again, back to normal. I smiled at the thought, "Whatever you want to do, Bells," I wasn't sure if she minded me calling her 'Bells', but she never showed any pain of it, so what the hell, I thought. "I think we should watch a movie here," she skipped into the living room, I frowned. Damn, this was going to get all romantic on me now wasn't it?
I sighed and followed her into the living room. She picked through the movies, muttering things about them. I was to absorbed in her very presence. God, I had to snap out of it. She was bound to notice me gawking at her all the time. I shook my head and tried to come back to reality. Damn, who would have thought not falling in love with someone was so hard…
After she picked out a few movies I realized she was talking to me, "So what do you want me to make us for dinner? Charlie I still have to call Charlie and ask him when he'll be home, so you're out of the house and-," she went on about some of the things she had in the kitchen. I was really hoping she wouldn't notice me being totally out of it. "So spaghetti or hamburgers," I thought about it and picked the less romantic one, "Spaghetti," I muttered and mentally slapped myself. I said pick the less romantic one, damn it! She spun around and started picking things out to use, "Okay!" she danced along in the kitchen giggling and smiling. I latterly felt like this was some way to kill me. A. Slow. And. Painful. Death.
Yep, she glanced at me and smiled, sending my heart into a frenzy. "You think you could take over while I go change real quick?" she raised an eye brow at me. I smiled a crooked smile and her face lightened up a bit, "Yea sure, I think I can handle it, but I'm not sure," she giggled as I took the spoon she held from her hand, lightly touching her hand. I was really starting to believe God was out to get me, end my short life. I watched her dance up the stairs humming to some song that was stuck in her head. I sighed. This was going to be a long, long night for Edward Cullen…
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OKay so, I would like to say a little some thing to a special dog out there.
Virgil!
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Anyways. Now that I'm calm, I would like to inform you that I will have to write the next chapter for my other story before I post the next chapter for this one, sorry. I'm trying to do a take-turns thing here. Hehehe.
So I shall close now, I hope you keep reading!
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