Author's Note: WOOT! I'm finally updating! It's a miracle! So… here's Chapter Six!
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Chapter Six!
"…I was actually thinking something along the lines of 'a taste of their own medicine.' " I smiled up at him.
He leaned down eagerly, "You read my mind. We'll need supplies, though." He eyed the Michael Myers mask lying on the top of a pile inside his trashcan, right where he had carelessly discarded it. "And a better disguise." He added as an afterthought.
I agreed, and then glanced at the clock that hung above the sink. "It's only one o'clock? That leaves us plenty of time to gather ammunition, do a drive-by, execute our plan, and still have me home before three."
He raised one eyebrow. "You don't do these things half-way, do you?" I could only grin and drink the rest of my Coke.
"We'll need toilet paper, and lots of it. And, like you mentioned before, better disguises. Maybe we should grab some flashlights as well." I imagined myself tripping around in the dark, the moon wasn't as bright as it had been before, and cringed, "Yes, definitely some flashlights."
We stood at the entrance of the store; only in America could we purchase toilet paper at 1:30 in the morning on a whim.
"We better split up, you grab the toilet paper. I'll handle the disguises. Meet at the front in fifteen minutes?" He asked, already inching off towards where I could only guess he would try to scrape together some "disguises." I nodded my head and he jogged off away from me.
I swiveled around and walked quickly (I wasn't going to run, there was no need for me to hurt myself this early in the plan) over to a line of carts and wheeled one over to the aisle that I thought was most likely to have toilet paper.
I grabbed six packs, just to be safe, of the cheapest 12-roll toilet paper packages that I could find and stacked them in the cart, the last one blocking my view.
I was heading back towards the front of the store when a certain voice made me stop cold in my tracks.
"Don't you know that it's past curfew?" A voice that was friendly, but that was trying to be stern issued out from the aisle beside me. It was a tone that I had heard often. It was a voice the belonged to my father.
"Yes, sir. I know its past curfew." My eyes widened in horror, I recognized that voice also. Even though I'd only heard it for the first time a little over two hours ago, it was a voice that would be forever branded inside my mind. Even with the tone of sheepishness and respect infused in it, I certainly recognized that voice. It was the voice that belonged to Edward Cullen.
I moved two cans of oatmeal out of my way and peeked through the gap in between them into the next aisle. My dad was holding a can of coffee in one hand; the other was on his hip. Edward stood a few feet in front of him, a pile of clothes and bottles lying at his feet. He raised his eyes up to my dad, or Chief Swan, in his case.
"Your dad is Carlisle Cullen, right?" He didn't pause to allow Edward to answer. "Does your dad know you're out this late?" Edward slowly shook his head back and forth. "He doesn't?" My dad said, his voice thick with fake surprise. "What could possibly be so important that you needed to rush out here at 1:45 in the morning?"
We were done for. Charlie was going to insist on driving Edward home, and I would be out of a ride, unless I came forward too. Then I would be in for it.
"Well, actually, tonight is the night that a new video game comes on sale. It was a game I was really eager to purchase, but they seemed to have run out of them." He delivered a smooth and perfect lie, one that had me almost believing him myself.
There was nothing illegal about buying a video game, so Charlie couldn't complain about that. "Oh, I see. That's certainly not a reason to break curfew though, especially without your parent's permission. I'll let it slide this one time though, I have a teenager too." I let out a giggle. My dad turned to look back towards me. But Edward again came through.
"Thank you, Chief Swan. I won't do it again. I think I've met your teenager. Isn't her name Isabella Swan? She's a nice girl, very smart." Ah, it was smooth of him to slide that in there at the end, Charlie was a sucker for compliments about his kid.
Charlie grinned and patted Edward on the shoulder. "Yes, yes she is. Well, I'm officially off duty, so I couldn't take you in even if I had wanted to." He smiled one more time at Edward and then walked past him. I ducked my head down behind my toilet paper as he walked past.
After a few moments, I stood straight up again. "Bella?" A smooth voice said from behind me.
Edward had walked down his aisle and turned onto mine. He was grinning broadly. "I thought that was you I heard giggling. You're very lucky you're father didn't investigate further, I'm sure he heard you." His disapproving tone didn't come across as severe as he probably meant it to, he was still grinning. He tossed his pile into the cart, and I glanced down at it.
"What did you get for our disguises?" I asked him nervously.
He reached his hand in and rummaged around for a bit, finally pulling out two masks.
One was brown and extremely hairy, and as Edward pulled it over his head, I realized that he was supposed to be a werewolf. I giggled. He threw the other one to me.
When I lifted it up, I realized that it was a zombie mask. Complete with fake blood that was supposed to "realistically drip down your face and neck." Charming. "Well, they'll definitely work. But I don't know how much more original they are than Michael Myers."
He shook his head back and forth, and with the mask still on, it made him look like a dog with a severe case of Rabies. "You'd think they'd have more of a selection around Halloween than this. It was these or a light socket and a plug-in. I chose the classier choices." That was his muffled reply.
I laughed and threw my mask back into the cart.
He had parked his Volvo a couple of houses down from Jessica's house. This was both an advantage and a disadvantage. The advantage: we could get away without them getting as clear of a look at his car as they would have if we would have parked in front. The disadvantage: if we did get caught, I would have to run farther.
I turned in my seat to grab a package of toilet paper, and as I did a bag of glitter and a package of sidewalk chalk rolled out. I looked at him questioningly, and giggled. He hadn't taken the mask off since he pulled it on in the aisle, not even to let the annoyed cashier ring it up, he had just leaned his head over and scanned it himself.
"Stop laughing at my werewolf mask, you know you find it attractive." He joked. "Those are going to produce our calling card." I rolled my eyes and pulled my own mask over my head, making sure my hair was tucked inside of it. I looked over at him and gave him thumbs up.
He cocked his head and opened his door. I took a deep breath and followed him.
Edward was much better at teepeeing than I was. He had a whole pack thrown perfectly into the trees before I could even land one roll. I then changed tactics, using the rest of my toilet paper to wrap all the bushes and the mailbox until they looked mummified.
Edward whispered my name and I turned and immediately gasped. In the ten minutes it had taken me to wrap the three bushes and the one mailbox, he had used the rest of the toilet paper to completely cover the trees, it looked like he was standing in the middle of a deep forest, where, instead of leaves, the trees had long white streamers. I smiled and he beckoned me over.
He took the sidewalk chalk and scrawled a neat message on their walkway, and when I stepped closer I could see that it read: Happy Halloween! Love, Michael Myers and his furry friend. Then he took the bag of glitter and sprinkled the glitter up and down the walkway, throwing the last of it on the front steps.
Edward grabbed my hand and looked up and down the street and up at the house for a couple of minutes. Then he used his other hand to reach up and pull his mask back, so I could see his face once again. He smiled and gently pulled mine back also.
"Mission Accomplished." I smiled.
"Not just yet." He whispered, and then he leant forward and pressed his lips to mine.
It was like the first time we had kissed, and then it also wasn't.
It was alike because as soon as he touched me my body temperature shot up a couple of degrees and I wound my hands in his hair again.
It was different because there seemed to be more behind the kiss. He pulled me to him and held me tight, and when his lips left mine, they traveled to my cheeks, then my forehead, and then he removed one hand from my waist and used it to detach one of my hands from his hair, then he kissed the palm of my hand. He looked up into my eyes. "Isabella Swan? Would you like to go out with me sometime?"
I laughed, too loud. But it was a happy laugh. "Yes, of course I would." Then he laughed too, and then we were both laughing, still too loud. The porch light of Jessica's house switched on. We could hear the footsteps hurrying to the front door.
"Oops." He said, still laughing. Then he detached himself from me, pulling down both of our masks in one motion.
He grabbed my hand and took off for the Volvo. I tried to keep up as best I could, but, naturally, I feel behind. He stopped for one second.
"Bella, get on my back!" He glanced back at me, bending at the knees to make it easier for me to haul myself up.
"What? No!" I nearly screamed.
"Do it!" He laughed once more, making me laugh too, and then I swung myself up on his back. He didn't act like it affected him any, he ran as fast as he had before. Maybe faster, now that he didn't have to tow me along.
We reached his car then, and he gently slid me off of his back and I flopped into the passenger seat. He raced to the driver's side, and we sped off.
We couldn't stop laughing. We had laughed the whole time he was driving me home. And now here we still sat, in his Volvo, in front of my house, where anyone could see us, but we were still laughing like we didn't have a care in the world. Which, at this moment, we didn't.
I absentmindedly glanced at the clock, still giggling. Then I gasped. It was almost three.
"I better go." I said, and he stopped laughing. He nodded his head glumly.
He slid out of the car and opened my door for me, latching onto my hand with his. He walked me to my door and I took a deep breath.
Then we heard something. Something jiggled the doorknob on the other side of the door. Then I could make out my mom's easy breathing. I giggled again. He smiled, and leaned forward one more time to kiss me. It was short and sweet. Then he sprinted off to his car, waving at me as he pulled off.
I pulled the key out of my pocket and slid it into the lock.
My mom was waiting, a confused look on her face. Her hands were on her hips. "Who was that boy, Bella? I thought you were with Jessica Stanley?"
"What are you talking about, Mom? I've been upstairs…" I laughed and she smiled.
"Well, why don't you head back upstairs, it's late." She kissed me on my cheek and headed into the room she shared with my dad.
I traipsed up the stairs and into my room. I opened my window and looked outside. I stared at nothing in particular for a couple of minutes, then went to my bed and started to pull back the covers.
I heard the quiet purr of a car as it pulled in front of my house. Then I barely heard the click of a car door shutting. I paused, listening.
Something flew through my open window, skidded across the carpet, and came to a stop right in front of my feet. One hand covering my mouth, I leaned down to pick it up.
It was a slightly dented can of shaving cream, and there was a note rubber-banded to it. I pulled it out, the now familiar smile spreading across my face.
On the small piece of paper a small sentence was scrawled in a handwriting that matched the message plastered across Jessica's walkway.
It read: You still owe me for that window, by the way.
I rushed over to the window and could just make out a shiny silver Volvo speed off down my road, in the direction of the Cullen's place.
Maybe I'd end up liking Forks after all...
The End!
Author's Note: WHEW! There's that!