Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, which, yes, sucks. BUT Stephenie Meyer owns it, so does that still suck for me? YES.
AN: Thank you for reviewing for the last chapter, and since some people wanted the next chapter, I wrote the next one, so here it is!
CHAPTER ONE: YOU'RE GAY?!
BPOV:
I can't believe that tonight was Edward's party; I was so excited. Of course, there would be people there that didn't like me at all, but I had to go for a reason.
Being his best friend, I have decided that tonight I would tell Edward how I feel about him. That's the real reason I was going.
Just three simple words couldn't be that hard to say, right? I mean, what are the chances that he would say he didn't love me back?
Well, really, the chances are that he will say he doesn't…but I shouldn't think that way right now, or else I won't tell him tonight.
I have made up my mind, and tonight nothing will stop me.
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I knocked on his door, wearing my best clothes. Even knowing that they made me look at least a little better, I was still nervous. I didn't even know what I was going to say to him yet. And I have been planning this day for how long? A couple years, maybe?
The door opened, and there stood Edward. With his bronze colored hair, which was always wild, his bright green eyes, and his perfect features. My best friend; the one I was in love with.
He looked at me, and smiled.
"Hey, Bella," he said
"Hey," I said, waving. Then getting lost in his green eyes.
That was always a bad habit of mine. Every time I looked into his eyes, I would get lost, and then I would pay for it later, when he caught me.
"Okay, I managed to convince my parents that I wasn't having a party tonight, and we can't forget that they are going to be back tomorrow at noon, so the house needs to be cleaned up by then. Are you still going to help me?" he said, now looking at me.
I was so lost in his green eyes that I almost forgot to answer him, so I blushed, and then nodded a yes.
"Great."
"You want to help me set up the drinks and stuff?"
I nodded again. I was still so nervous. I was going to tell him that I loved him tonight, and I couldn't even talk right now.
"Are you okay? Why haven't you talked this whole time? Is something wrong?" he said sounding frantic, and nervous for some unknown reason.
Why was he so nervous? Was he hiding something from me? It sounded like he was. What was he hiding? We tell each other everything. Why couldn't he tell me this? Why was I asking myself so many questions?
He was waiting for an answer, and I swear he will think I am stupid if I just stare at him like an idiot all day.
"I…I'm fine, why?" I said, worried now. If he was hiding something, would he tell me later, or not?
"Oh, nothing," he said, blushing. Giving away his lie.
"Uh, okay, but you know that you have to tell me sooner or later, right?" I told him teasingly.
"What? I told you everything Bella…What would I have to tell you?" he said in a rush, obviously lying. I knew him long enough to know when he was.
If I thought it was obvious when he usually lied, then it was really obvious now. Was he hiding something really big from me?
"Alright, Edward, I know you're lying. I won't pressure you right now, but do you promise to tell me later?" I said, sighing
He looked at me, once again, looking nervous and freaked out, before nodding.
Little did I know that this was one of the worst promises that he could ever make me.
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Everyone had arrived here already, and I mean everyone.
Even some people from reservation; I'm really surprised that his parents didn't find out, with the word traveling all the way to La Push and all…
And by the looks of it, this was the party of the year. Seems how no one really has parties in Forks, so it's the only party of the year, which makes it the party of the year…I guess.
"Hey, I'm Jacob," a tall guy from La Push (I'd guessed) said to me
I was speechless for a moment. No guy ever talked to me. Except for Edward, of course.
"Um, hi…I'm Bella." I said
"Yeah, I know," he said before walking back to his group of friends.
Only to get handed a 20 dollar bill, for talking to me, I'd guessed.
Why the hell would he be paid to talk to me? As if I didn't hurt enough right now.
I turned around to go and get a beer. I really needed one right now.
After I downed it, I started to make my way to the front door, only to bump into Jessica.
"What are you doing here? You ugly freak!" She said, looking at me, in obvious disgust. What was her problem?
I mean, I know I'm not pretty; I have frizzy hair, and a zit covered face. But did she really have to point that out?
I'm just getting sick of it; people have been being mean to me all night.
I came to this party for Edward. He was my best friend and I wanted to help him (and confess my love for him…). And this is what I get for it?
Feeling self conscious, I ran up the stairs, tripping on the way (partly from my coordination skills, and partly from the beer), and into Edward's room.
His room was always where I went when I was down. I don't know why, but Edward's room always makes me feel better…probably due to the fact of it being Edward's room.
I plopped myself down on his bed, smelling his scent on his pillows, and tried to drown out all the music, only to realize that it was impossible.
The music was so loud it could be heard a mile away. I guess it's a good thing they live in a forest with no neighbors for miles, huh? Perfect place for a party; I guess that's why Charlie hadn't shown up yet… I could just imagine his face when he found out that it was Edward's party.
Of course, Edward wouldn't get in trouble. Charlie couldn't even put handcuffs on him; he was like his son.
I heard the door slam open, and looked up to see Edward coming over to me, looking sad, and scared? Again? Why? I wondered.
"Bella?" he said, "You know that thing that I promised to tell you?"
"Yeah…?" Why would he be bringing this up now?
"Well, I want to tell you right now."
Wait, he sounded nervous… did he want to tell me that he loved me? Could that be why he is so nervous? I think it is…maybe I should tell him that I loved him too…maybe its not too late…?
"I have to tell you something too, Edward…" I said nervously, biting my lip. Hoping that he would just say he loved me back.
"Oh?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah, but you can go first."
"Bella?" he said, looking at me. "I'm Gay." This could NOT be happening.
Wait, What?
I couldn't move. I'm pretty sure that I couldn't even breathe. He was what? I thought he was going to tell me that he loved me.
I definitely wouldn't be telling him I loved him now.
I was still silent, as he looked at me, obviously worried again.
"Bella? Can you please say something? Please? I want to make sure your okay…"
Doing what he wanted, I said something. "Your-your, your what?!" I half- yelled
"Gay," he said, "And I understand if you don't want to talk to me ever again, and I really hope that that isn't the case, because you're my best friend…" he trailed off
"Edward." I said, turning his head toward mine, so he was looking at me. "I don't care if you're…gay." Flinching when I said it, because obviously it hurt that he didn't love me. "I don't even know why you think I would." I said, sadly.
Well, it wasn't really sad it was more like depressing.
Here I was just about to tell my best friend that I was in love with him, and he says that he is gay.
Yeah, that IS depressing.
AN: Just to clear things up, this chapter is in their Junior Year (11th grade), so R&R, I hope you liked that chapter!!