Chapter 6: The Best Day
BPOV
(A/N: Okay, I have made a little boo-boo here: Originally it was Friday and I've managed to skip to Monday…so I think I'll just keep it how it is, because I need an excuse to shove Bella and Edward in the same room alone. :) )
Edward and Renesmee arrived a little later than I thought they would, but I shrugged it off and beamed at Renesmee. "Hey, honey. You need to go get ready for school."
She grimaced and stuck out her tongue at me, but went to change and shower. Edward smiled tentatively at me and I smiled back, ripping my eyes from his to settle on Jake. I growled softly, playfully, at him and silently pointed to the staircase. He laughed and ruffled my hair as he strode past me. I stuck out my tongue at him, copying Ren.
I heard his booming laugh echo through the house as I turned back to the room. "Ok. All the Pack needs to leave. I know you all have rotations to do, so don't try to argue with me. Any whiners will be unceremoniously kicked out."
After my soft threat, the whole Pack scrambled to get out, knowing I could take at least four of them on at once. In the corner of my eye I saw Emmett shake with barely controlled laughter. Emily gave me a hug before throwing a swift glance at Edward and mounting her husband.
When they were all gone, I smiled at the Cullens. "Well, now what?"
"How come I randomly can't read some people's minds, but then a few minutes later I can without any problems?" Asked Edward, cocking his head at me. I laughed and grinned wickedly at them.
"Because I can block any of you anytime I wish and I have to have at least a couple surprises." Carlisle immediately looked interested and started to ask, but I cut him off by holding up my hand. "I'm not going to give anything away. All shall be revealed tonight."
"Tonight?" Asked Emmett.
"Tonight is the night we have our monthly wrestling match."
"Oh, and how good are you?" Asked Emmett, a mischievous light coming into his eyes.
"You'll know soon enough." I said, shrugging. I really didn't think much about fighting. "Few of the Pack have the courage to take me on anymore." I shrugged and walked out of the room.
Alice followed, bouncing up and down quickly. I knew that look. "No, Alice." I said, backing away, slightly scared.
EPOV
Bella went outside, quickly followed by Alice, who was determined to dig into her closet. I heard Bella yell from outside "NO WAY, ALICE! Go away!" but it was playful – she didn't mean it in a harsh way. I laughed softly – some things never change, and I highly doubted Bella, who spent most of her days surrounded by boys the size of horses, would change her fashion sense.
The rest of the family was unsure of what to do with ourselves. Jasper was twitching from the tension and Emmett had a very bored look on his face. Bella came running back in a few minutes later, Alice on her heels, and ducked behind Jasper. "Help me!" She cried, putting Jasper between herself and his wife.
Alice had her eyes riveted on what she could see of Bella, trying to duck past Jasper in her attempts to bring Bella into her line of fashion centered reasoning. "Come on, Bella! Living with men the size of elephants has to have scarred your perception of acceptable clothing!"
"I LIKE my clothes, Alice!" Yelled Bella, keeping Jasper between her and the ferocious pixie. "Esmé, why don't you and your family go hunting? I kinda have to work…" Said Bella, looking pleadingly towards Esmé.
Esmé smiled and said "Of course, Bella." Poor girl has enough to deal with. She said in her thoughts while gently restraining Alice, who was not at all happy with the new arrangements.
Look at her! My god, you would think she had never been outside this house the way she dresses! Yelled Alice in her mind, but grudgingly agreed to leave. I frowned.
"May I stay? I had already hunted before…" I said, really wanting a chance to talk to Bella. My family seemed to understand quickly, all quickly leaving out the back door. Bella looked nervous.
"Relax. I won't bite you." I said, smiling her favorite crooked smile at her. If she could blush, she probably would have.
"I have to work on my essay…" She muttered, heading into a large room adjacent to the living room that I hadn't noticed. I followed quietly, intrigued, and was surprised at what I found.
The room itself was large, but very cluttered. Most of the walls were covered in posters that had the most popular bands in various poses. The room was mostly filled with musical instruments – ranging from guitars to a baby grand piano in the corner – and almost every available surface was covered in pieces of paper. It was absolute chaos in there except for a little corner that oddly neat.
Bella was sitting in this corner coaxing a rather large computer to life. I navigated my way through the disaster zone towards her, but something caught my eye. I took a closer look at the pieces of paper and realized that they were all songs, hand written. I picked up the closest stack and examined it.
It was titled "The Best Day" and was for guitar, not overly complicated but that wasn't what caught my eye. It was in Bella's writing. Underneath the title, it said "Dedicated to Renee and Charlie Swan – the best parents ever." I looked up at Bella, who was studying my face thoughtfully.
"What did you find?" She asked, rising sinuously to her feet and floating over to me. I marveled quietly at how graceful she was compared to her human clumsiness. She barely made a sound, even to my over-sensitive ears.
She leaned over my shoulder and smiled ruefully at the piece of paper. "Ah. I made that for Renee's funeral." She said quietly, a soft smile on her face. "It was three months after I was turned – she got to see her granddaughter once, at least." She sighed and turned. Then she paused and looked back at me, calculating. "Would you like to hear it?"
I smiled, hoping to reassure her. "I would love to here you play." I said quietly. She nodded and dodged around sever bass instruments and walked over to a pile of guitars. She selected an acoustic and sat on the nearest bench. I followed, careful to keep my distance even though all I wanted was to hug her.
(The Best Day by Taylor Swift)
I'm five years old and it's getting cold
I've got my big coat on
I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you
I run and run
Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides
Look now the sky is gold
I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home
I don't know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you're not scared of anything at all
Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day with you today
I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean
I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys
And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away
And we talk and window shop till I forgot their names
I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school
But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you
Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel ok
But I know I had the best day with you today
I had an excellent father
His strength has made me stronger
God smiles on my little brother
Inside and out he's better than I am
I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run and hide
And I had the best days with you
There is a video I found from back when I was three
You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me
It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs
Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lad in the whole wide world
Now i know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
And I love you for giving me your eyes
Staying back and watching me shine and I didn't know if you knew
So I'm taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today
She ended quietly, letting the last chord ring.
I looked intently at her, waiting for her to meat my eyes. She avoided my gaze for a minute, but eventually her golden eyes latched onto my own.
"Bella, I have some things to explain." I said huskily, still a bit overwhelmed by the emotion of her song. She kept my eyes, giving me silent permission to continue.
Yay! Finally, I know. I should be flogged for my procastination skills, but really - I have a problem. I usually drop stories in the middle when I get bored. I really don't want to do that with this one, but I'm running out of ideas...*sigh* Well, I hope you enjoyed with this one. Sorry about the bit of cliffy.