Disclaimer: Still not mine(these characters, that is)
AN: So, here's chapter six. This is where things sort of start happening, so I hope you like it. It's a little short, but it's important.
So, here's the thing: I do like to always finish things that I've started, but from a combination of lack of response/ I'm kind of drifting away from the Twilight fandom, I'm losing enthusiasm for this story. I'm still prepared to finish it, if I really get the feeling that people want me to, but otherwise, this story may go on hiatus. And this may sound like I'm just complaining about the lack of reviews of late, but it's not really that. I've got a few other things I'd like to work on (some Hunger Games fics - if you're a fan, I've got one up already, and would love if you'd check it out.), and I'd rather spend my time on them if leaving this off for a while won't really affect anybody. That said, though, I do want to finish this story, and I do appreciate the reviews I get(Thank you to the people who rewieved last chapter!). So I'm not really sure what's going to happen. Anywho, please read, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
"I did it!" The voice came from above, and I looked up from the pages of my book to see Edward standing in front of me a triumphant smile on his face. I stood up, giving him a hug and a congratulatory kiss.
"Of course you did. Congratulations, Edward Masen, you've now officially survived one year of twenty-first century schooling. How was it?"
"Well. . ." he pretended to consider, grabbing my bag from the floor where I'd left it and slinging it over his shoulder "I believe I was at a distinct disadvantage in all of my classes, excepting that one" he jerked his thumb back at the door of the classroom where he'd just finished writing his last exam, music theory. "But then again," he continued, draping an arm around my shoulders as we made our way out to the parking lot "I did have an excellent tutor." he leaned in, kissing me on the cheek, and triggering one of my very easy blushes.
"Well," I replied, "you're a very fast learner."
We made our way out to the parking lot, to a second-hand silver volvo that Esme and Carlisle had given him. One of his New Years resolutions had included a long list of all sorts of twenty-first century things he deemed it necessary that he do, including getting his license, which he'd accomplished a few weeks ago.
I'd had my last exam the previous day, so we were now both free from school, with the whole summer stretching out in front of us.
"So," I asked him once we were in the car, speeding away from the school buildings "what would you like to do with your first day of newfound freedom?"
He considered this for a moment. "I don't really care," he finally decided "as long as it's with you." This was the kind of comment that Edward always came out with, unbearably sweet, but one hundred percent true, that always made me realize how lucky I was to have found him.
Because I couldn't think of any great idea of how to spend the first afternoon of our summer, and Edward continued to insist that it really didn't matter what we did, as long as his original condition was fulfilled, we ended up just going to the little grocery store near my house - the very same one where I'd bought the flowers for Edward last summer - and picking up the fixings for an impromptu picnic.
We drove until we found a park, mostly deserted because younger kids were still in school and sat in the grass, eating, talking, and reminiscing about the year.
We might have sat there indefinitely, dreaming, watching the clouds, just being, if not for the distant yells of children that brought us out of our reverie several hours later. We both looked up to see a bunch of kids spilling into the park, followed by adults moving at a slower pace.
"You know," said Edward, taking in their identical red shirts "I think we might be in a soccer field."
I looked around, laughing as I saw the white painted lines on the grass around us. "So it seems we are. I guess that's our cue to leave."
After packing up and surrendering the field to the pint-sized soccer team, neither of us could think of anything better to do, so we just headed back to Edward's house to spend the evening.
We had just arrived and were in the kitchen, putting away the remains of our picnic, when the doorbell rang. Edward was about to get it, but then we heard footsteps on the stairs and Emmett's voice yelling "coming!" so we stayed where we were.
After we realized someone was going to get the door, Edward and I turned our attention elsewhere, until the person who had rung the bell spoke.
"Hello Emmett" the voice was thick with emotion, but not distorted enough for me not to recognize it. I'd heard that voice put on a thousand different tones; sarcastic, excited, annoyed, bored, shocked, but never had I heard Jessica sound so vulnerable, so . . . worried.
Even though I knew instinctively that this wasn't something I should be hearing, I crept to the door of the kitchen, with Edward right behind me, peering into the hall.
Jess's face was streaked with tears, but there was also an odd determination there. Even from behind, Emmett looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Jess, c'mon, you knew it wasn't going to be a permanent thing, I'm going to college, we both need to move on with our lives and -"
I was still processing what this meant when Jessica's hand whipped out, connecting with Emmett's face. The sound echoed, sharp and overloud, in the resulting silence.
"You know Emmett," Jess hissed, her face taking on an entirely different expression. "I'd love to do just that, move on, go to college, make something of my life. But I have a feeling that won't work out."
"Oh come one, Jessica!" Emmett exclaimed, exasperated and wary. "I'm sorry if I made you think that this was going to go somewhere you thought it wasn't. But you can stop with the wrecked-my-life, done-me-wrong bit. Just because I don't want to fucking marry you, doesn't mean your life is ruined."
"I'd have to disagree," she spat, catching his arm as he made to turn away from her.
He stayed, but wouldn't rise to her bait, forcing her to make her revelation with no lead-up. " . . . because I'm pregnant."
AN: There you go. That's what was going on with Jess. Now, I feel I'm going to have to release 7 soon to sort of . . defend this plotline? Because I promise, it needed to happen, and this isn't just going to turn into one of those pointless OOC high-school drama fics. Anywho, sorry for my sort-of-whininess above, but, please, do review. It makes me happy, and encourages me to write this story, rather than my as-of-yet-unnamed Hunger Games fic that I want to work on. So, there you have it. I feel like these ANs are going nowhere, so I'll sign off now.
Ciao!
Hannah