Notes SIX! VI!
And we shall pretend that Edward's Volvo has a gap in between the car and the trunk. I do not want anyone saying "That's not true" or "That's not realistic." Because you are reading about vampires. Honestly. Whenever vampires become realistic, you can yell at me about the trunk gap.
Disclaimer: I am Twilight's number one fan. Not number one author.
Bella's POV
Jasper had that look in his eyes. The mischievous look that only males can achieve to its fullest potential. He grinned at me, showing off his gleaming white teeth.
"Bella, why don't you stay here for a moment? I need to run in for something. Don't move." He raced off the car and into the house before I could blink, leaving me alone on the trunk of Edward's beloved Volvo, and Edward himself, if my assumptions were correct.
Jasper reappeared next to me in an instant, holding a sheet of paper and two black pens. One of the pens had the thickness of a piece of paper, looking thin enough to pass through almost any gap you could conjure up. The other was normal size.
He handed me the normal sized one, and slipped the paper-thin pen into the miniscule gap I'd never noticed between the car and the beginning of the trunk. I wondered if they had pens like that especially for instances such as these. People in trunks, that is.
He set the paper down in front of me, patting it once to get his idea across without speaking, and settled back against the car. It hit me then that this was all going to end the same way it started; with a note.
Edward's POV
Jasper's energy wave died suddenly, as if he'd been hit with a better idea. I felt the car bounce up slightly as Jasper got off, and I considered how fast I would need to move to burst out of the car, catch Bella, and disappear again. The odds weren't good, and with Bella concerned, they were probably even smaller than I thought they were.
Jasper's weight settled onto the car again, forcing me to let go of my accumulating plans to burst heroically out of the trunk.
I heard the rustling of paper, but since I was still furiously censoring his thoughts, I was only relying on my other senses, with no idea why he was doing what he was.
One of our ultra thin pens alerted me to it's presence by falling through the tiny gap between the trunk of my car and the actual car itself, hitting my curled leg in the process. I picked up the pen, and heard the soft scratching of pen on paper right above me. Bella was writing a note.
Bella's POV
I looked at the paper for a moment before actually writing anything on it, thinking of the best way to tell Edward that I knew he was in the trunk.
I scratched down the only sentence that came to mind, and then tried to slip it into the same gap that Jasper had used, without success. Jasper took it from me and then made a show of uncurling his finger from his clenched fist position, and looking down at the trunk with a gleam in his golden eyes.
Edward's POV
I sat there, curled up into a ball in my own trunk, waiting for the note from Bella that I knew she'd written, for her handwriting sounded different from Jaspers, when suddenly a sharp 'pop' interrupted my thoughts, I looked up to see a finger peeking at me from the roof of the trunk.
The fury in me started to build as Jasper withdrew his finger from the burrow it had made in my car. My car. My favorite inanimate thing on the planet. Jasper was going to be hurt very badly as soon as I got out of this mess.
As I started planning how many ways I could inflict revenge on him, a rolled up piece of paper stuck itself through the hole.
I considered not taking it, wondering if she might believe that I'd never been in here if nothing pulled it through to the other side, but my curiosity took over and I pulled the scrap of paper from it's snug fit, moving my leg to the side so that it couldn't be seen by looking into the hole, and began unrolling her note soundlessly.
Are you going to come out? It read, in Bella's beautifully untidy scrawl. I picked up the ultra thin pen (As Emmett always called it) and wrote down my response.
Bella's POV
I watched the little white strip of paper that Jasper had brought out, still wedged snugly in the hole Jasper had made. I couldn't believe that Jasper had done that. I was shocked when Edward didn't just burst out of the trunk right then and there to kill Jasper more painfully than his transformation ever could have.
A small amount of time passed, not much, but enough to make me wonder if this whole game I was playing was just in my imagination.
I gasped from surprise when the note was pulled from its hole, disappearing into the darkness of the trunk. I hovered over the small opening, trying to see if I could spot him, but all I saw was blackness. I waited there, looking intently at the hole as if waiting for it to do a trick, and inhaled sharply once again when the white paper poked out from the hole. I unrolled it, reading the words, or word I should say, that he'd written.
No.
I smiled and let out a giggle. His word made me think of the classic picture of a child who tried to steal a cookie from the cookie jar, and got caught, that pouty expression that they all wore when saying 'No, I was not trying to get a cookie'. Picturing those pouty features on beautiful, perfect Edward, was one of the most amusing pictures I'd ever come up with.
I looked up to see what Jasper thought of Edward's response, but he'd disappeared, leaving me alone with Edward. I picked up the pen again, writing my next words.
Edward's POV
I was in the trunk of my car. Bella was on top of the trunk, writing me a note that she'd give me through a hole that Jasper made in my car. I couldn't come out, because that would make me loose, and I couldn't stay here, because (despite what everyone else might think) being curled in the trunk of a car isn't exactly the most comfortable position on the planet. Even for a vampire. Jasper was no longer helping me. And most importantly, something was bothering Bella that she wouldn't tell me.
I listened to her write her note, all the events of the day placing themselves before me in a timeline of stupidity and genius. I assessed the situation, trying to figure out what I was going to do.
The note wedged itself into the hole again (I also added 'kill Jasper. Again' to my to-do list) and I yanked it through quickly, hoping she'd tell me what was wrong so I could get out of here.
Alright. Don't come out. I'll just wait right here for you to ask nicely to get out whenever you're ready.
I gritted my teeth, frustration building traumatically. Not at Bella of course, but at myself, Jasper, Jessica, and Lauren; the people who started all this. I heard movement on the trunk, and listened closely, trying to figure out what Bella was doing. It sounded like the rustling of clothes, most likely jeans by the sound of it. Then I heard the gentle 'beep, beep' of cell phone buttons being pressed down.
"Dad?" Bella's voice chimed.
"Bella? Is everything alright?" I heard Charlie ask on the other end; he always assumed the worst when Bella called him at work. What was she doing? Why was she calling her father?
"Everything's fine! I just wanted to ask if it alright if I spend the night at Alice's tonight. She got a new makeup kit and is dying to try it out on me." Her lying skills had most defiantly improved since the last time she had to lie to her father. She was asking to spend the night here? Why would she do that? It wasn't like she could sit on the trunk all night to make sure I didn't come out; she needed her sleep. I had to resist the urge to chuckle at the emphasis she placed on the word 'dying'.
"That's fine, it's Friday, so the game'll be on tonight. Dr. Cullen or his wife will be there, right?" I rolled my eyes at his useless question; he still thought that Carlisle or Esme kept an eye on us every second we were near each other.
"Of course." Bella said, delivering her line perfectly.
"Alright then, have fun! Do you have everything you need?" I almost chuckled at that, as Bella had an entire closet stuffed to the door of clothes that Alice had gotten for her. She just didn't know it yet.
"Yes, Alice probably has a closet somewhere with every piece of clothing on the planet. All in my size." Then again, it wasn't exactly a secret that Alice had a tendency to over-shop for Bella…
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow!" Charlie finished, hanging up a second after Bella finished her goodbyes.
I heard the buttons being pushed once again, and listened in more closely this time to decipher the numbers by the different sounds. The number was familiar, one that also struck dread into my undead heart. Unless she was on your side, anything involving Alice was almost never a good thing.
Authoress's note: I'm sure someone will wonder why Jasper didn't just poke a hole in the trunk first instead of using a tiny gap between the trunk and the car itself? Answer? Because I really wanted to have that line at the top 'when vampires become realistic, you can yell at me about the trunk gap' as well as 'people stuck in trunks, that is' and having the gap made it possible to use them.
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