Calling all Dead
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. Just the idea.
Alice's shrieks came from the living room as she came into the kitchen with a bemused expression.
She skidded to a stop into the kitchen, her socks letting her slide the extra few feet as she slammed into the granite counter top. Edward still hadn't stopped kissing me.
"Oh my god, Bella the little girl started throwing up and-"she stopped in mid sentence staring at me with an open mouth. Through my peripheral vision, I saw a shocked Alice.
Edward still wouldn't let me go. Every time I tried to get away, he would take that as encouragement and pull me closer.
"Bella!" Alice screamed at the top of her lungs. Edward flew away from me and landed with a thud on the kitchen floor. If a ghost could have a heart attack, I'm pretty sure Edward just experienced one.
"What the hell! I walk in here to get comfort and reassurance that I won't start seeing dead people from my best friend, and she's lip locking with the air!" she stabbed her pointer finger at me, her eyes slits. She was being completely serious. I couldn't hold it in any longer.
My torso flopped onto the counter as I started laughing hysterically. Of course! Just my luck! I move into this house to get away from people, to try to get some peace and quiet, and of course! I now have a ghost bunking in with me!
My hand slammed into the counter top countless times to control myself. But I couldn't. Too bad Alice couldn't see the irony with me.
"Bella, are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't know that movie would scare you that bad…. But trust me. Kissing up to the ghost won't gain you bonus points. If you really wanted to call on the dead, you should have told me! A séance! I'm really sorry for the kissing air comment…," she said while her index finger tapped her chin, "I should have known you had a ghost in here! This really explains a lot!" she said as she began opening and closing the drawers. Her expression told me she wasn't kidding.
I couldn't hold myself up this time I fell to the floor, and had tears streaking down my face. My sides were hurting from laughing so much. This was too much.
Edward was still laying on the floor his right elbow propping him up, his left hand clutching where his heart should be. His hair was disheveled from where my hands had been; his eyes wide with shocked. Not only did Alice not get the irony! Neither did Edward who was old enough to be my grandpa three times over!
Alice was standing on the tips of her toes leaning over the counter. "Bella? BELLA!? GET UP! Seriously, you're going to offend them!" she said terror lighting up in her eyes as she thought of the terrible revenge the ghost would have on her if she insulted them.
I was still gasping for air, but I had to ask. She was still slamming all the drawers and cabinets, and she had a frenzied expression on her face.
"A-Alice?"-Gasp-"What are you doing?" I barely choked out, watching my friend that could qualify as a midget run around the enormous kitchen.
"Candles, lighters, a round table, and I'm sure you have a dark room," she said while still searching frantically.
Once Edward snapped out of his shock, he looked amused. He put his finger to his lips for the universal sign of 'I'm about to scare the snot out of you're friend, be quiet' and walked around me while jerking me up to my feet.
Catching the gist, I spoke quietly, to help Edward with this. It was always so hard to mess with Alice, because she always caught us. It's like she was physic or something.
"Alice. Shhh. Don't move," I said urgently, as Edward covered his mouth trying to keep from laughing.
What little color she had in her face, disappeared, and her eyes widened. "Bella, what is it?"
"Don't move. Just don't look behind you," I said quietly, adding to the fear on her face.
Edward towered over her shaking form and he bent his head down to where his lips were at her ear. "Boo!"
I bent my head up to look where she went. I swear she cleared 10 feet over and 6 feet up. She ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my knees.
"Oh my god! Bella, this is so much worse than I thought! I'm bringing everyone over here tomorrow! We are going to have a séance! I know, I need to do some research," she said as she ran for the door. I heard her yellow Porsche zoom away.
Edward was smiling, but then his face turned grim.
Faster than anything, he vanished upstairs. Oh no. Don't tell me. I offended a ghost, yet again. I keep this up and I would be on the world of the dead's hit list.
I trudged upstairs to the only place I knew Edward could be. In the bathroom putting on his old clothes.
I walked into the ancient bathroom to find Edward on one foot, hopping around trying to put on his pair of Levis. I wouldn't be surprised if they were the first ones made.
"Edward…. Edward? Hey you! Dead guy! Drop the pants or I swear I'll shred them behind you're back," I threatened, as he fell over from the unexpected interruption, landing on his side.
"Bella, what does it matter to you? If my kiss was that bad, you should have said something. Not fallen over on the floor laughing," he mumbled his eyes sad.
"Edward I swear. You are like a pregnant lady 5 months in. Calm down. The kiss was great. But, honestly. What do you think that looked like to Alice? Me kissing air! And now she's not far from the truth! They are bringing a séance over tomorrow! Alice, Rosalie, Emmet, and Jasper!" comprehension crossed his face as he looked down at his boxers pulled up over his navel. He scratched his stomach looking embarrassed.
"I'm sorry I acted like I was pregnant," he muttered out, running his hand through his hair.
"And you can keep the boxers but I swear Edward Mason! Pull them down some," I said with my hands on my hips.
He looked at me like I spoke another language. I walked over to him and pulled them down to where the V was showing.
But if I thought that was funny, his expression almost had me doubled over in laughter. He looked so violated.
He lifted up his green eyes like a child that had just been caught writing on the bathroom walls at school.
"Can I have those," he pointed at the sweats. "And that," he pointed at my baggy shirt.
"No. You can have those sweats and have whatever shirt you want. But not the one I'm wearing," I said while poking him in the chest.
"Bel-la. You're the one making me dress up like a hooligan. I should at least get some rights. I'm older than you young lady," he said while wagging his finger in my face.
I smirked. Fine. I pulled my shirt over my head. He looked totally and completely shocked. I threw the ratty shirt at his face then tossed him the sweats and walked out.
I was so tired. It was 5 A.M. in the morning. The last thing I remember was something freezing wrapping around my waist before I drifted off into sleep.
"Bella! Get up!" a familiar voice said. I groaned still feeling pretty tired.
I had the weirdest dream too. I swear, if a psychologist found out about this, I'm afraid I'd be in a strait jacket. There was a ghost in my house. A very gorgeous ghost at that. I started giggling as I looked around the room for my personal midget.
"Get up! Everybody is coming over for the tour of your new freaky haunted house and the séance! Oh, and I bought you a new wardrobe to go with the new house!" my laughing stopped abruptly. Something was wrong with this. Alice buying me clothes wasn't the worst thing in this sentence. What? A séance? Why?
Then it dawned on me. I turned my head to look around me. There was Edward, sleeping. I'm fairly sure that was the loudest scream I've ever heard. Nope, scratch that. That was the loudest scream mankind has heard.
I flew off the bed and landed with a thump. I heard a second thump. Oh. My. Gosh. Edward Mason was real. I have a sixth sense. I see dead people.
Alice flew over to my side; looking the most startled I've ever seen the pixie. "Jesus! Bella! What the hell? You sounded like an elephant when you fell!" she screeched at my face.
I closed my eyes for three seconds. I opened my eyes quickly, to find a pair of green eyes staring at me.
He looked hurt, confused, and scared all at the same time. His hair was disarray, like he had a hell of a night.
"Bella, you okay? Um. Well. I'm going to let you take a shower and get changed. Be down stairs waiting for you," Alice said while looking slightly worried.
She briskly walked out of the room, and I heard her quick steps trailing down the flights of stairs.
Edward walked slowly to me, his hands in the air, "I won't hurt you, Bella Swan. Cross my heart, hope to die," he said while a cheeky grin grew across his face.
"You're already dead," I mumbled looking at my hands embarrassed by the way I acted.
"Well I thought maybe we could pretend I wasn't one of the living dead for a while, and maybe I could tell you something. You don't have to answer, trust me. Just think about it," he whispered, his joking essence gone.
"What is it Edward?" I said, utterly curious.
"Well Bella. I know it might be impossible, but we could find a way for it to work. And I know I've only known you for a few days, but I think I'm…. I think I might be in-"
His sentence was cut short by Alice busting the door open. "Hey you! I thought I told you to get dressed! Chop chop! Times a wasting!"
"Oh man," I muttered while getting my clothes and bringing them into the bathroom. "Hey, tell me in a minute, Kay? I really don't want to die because of her wrath," I added the last part more to myself.
"Oh," he said while his face fell.
I took a quick shower, and walked out into my room. Edward was lying down on the bed, his eyebrow pulled together.
I walked over to him and jumped onto his hard form, wrapping my arms around his neck. He looked absolutely shocked at first, but then his face lit into a brilliant smile.
"Thought you were scared of me?" he said while pulling his head up to kiss my cheek.
"What gave you that idea?"
"Well the blood curdling scream was a hint, the falling off the bed like an elephant a dead give away," Edward chuckled, his body rocking underneath mine.
"Oh what were you going to say?"
"Ah. For me to know, you to find out. Maybe you will," he shrugged. I never was one to push things so I dropped it. I smiled.
I don't know why, but I think I may be falling for this Edward. We have known each other for, what? Maybe 24 hours?
I raised my hand to touch where the bullet went through his head. I still looked bloody.
"Why haven't you washed that off?" I murmured, moving my hand over his forehead.
"Ugh. Well I can't. Won't come off, I'm not sure why. You're not disgusted by that?"
"Well, it is different, but no, we should probably get downstairs. I'm sure Alice is having a spaz attack."
I jumped up and grabbed Edward's hand and ran downstairs.
"Oh," I started but then Edward finished.
"My god," he said quietly.
The whole living room was transformed into a candle lit room with a table in the middle of it.
"Alice! This is too much!" I yelled across the room.
"What? No hello Emmet, how are you? Or maybe even a hi? Bella, I'm hurt," Emmet said dramatically, while putting his bear like hands over his chest.
"You're such a buffoon, Emmet. Hi Bella. How are you?" Jasper said, a small smile playing on his face.
"Fine, Jasper good to see you, and hello buffoon," I said while looking around the room.
"Wait. Where is Rosalie?" just as I said that, she came flying through the front door, with an extremely tall man running behind her.
"Oh good! We got here in time!" Rosalie exclaimed, "This is Jacob Black. He is a professional in these things,"
"Séances. And who might this be?" he said while gesturing his hand in my direction. Edward grasped my shoulders possessively, and I actually found it nice.
"Oh that's Bella Swan the haunted house's owner," she said while Jacob walked over to me and shook my hand.
"Pleasure, so I see you got the set up right. Now we can just take a seat," he said while pulling my hand over to a seat next to his.
I whispered to Edward that he should go sit on the couch, and not say anything. This nonsense should blow over. Edward growled, but complied.
"This is so exciting! I've never called the dead!" Alice whispered to me in hyper speed while bouncing up and down in her seat.
Emmet looked just as excited, Jasper looked intrigued, and Rosalie was just smiling.
Edward was sitting on the couch, pouting like a two year old.
"So we gather here today to call upon the dead," Jacob said in an ominous voice, while the lights flickered in the dark room.
"If there is anything present, please make yourself know," Jacob said in a louder voice, while we all clutched hands. Jacob's hand was curled around mine, and he moved in to where it was sitting on my upper thy. What the hell? I Edward jump up from the couch and walk over to behind Jacob's chair.
Uh oh. "Bella, did you hear that? Somebody was walking!" she whispered furiously in my ear.
A booming crash echoed around the room. Jacob had flown out of his chair and into the back of the couch.
"Dammit! That spirit is pissed!" Jacob said while rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah! Don't you ever. Ever. Touch her like that again!" Edward roared, looking down at a terrified Jacob. But of course, Emmet had the guts to joke about the situation.
"Huh. Someone is a little touchy? Who might that somebody be? Who might answer the great Emmet Cullen?!" he yelled while laughing.
Everyone else looked scared out of there wits besides him.
"What?" Emmet, the idiot of a nation questioned while looking at all of our stunned faces. "Besides, it's not everyday Bella gets a ghostly crush!" he said while cracking up and literally falling out of his chair.
"No. It's more than a crush I'm afraid," Edward whispered gravely. More than a crush? Then that could only mean….
"I'm in love with you Bella," Edward said, then dashed up stairs.
Thanks for the reviews! I won't demand you review before I update, but they are nice to hear if I do something horribly wrong or if you just think it is worth continuing. It will get much more dramatic than this, and mature. Oh, and a séance is a calling of the spirits. Watch 'The Haunting' on the discovery channel, then you'll get where I came up with this freaky story. Cept' my ghost is nice. : P.