What a beautiful morning. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I'm lying to next to the man of my dreams. Could life be better? I am alternating between staring at the window and staring at Edward, because they are both equally beautiful. Actually no, scratch that. The view outside the window doesn't even compare. I turn my head to stare at Edward. He's so cute when he's asleep. I assume he isn't awake yet, so I let him lie. I absentmindedly stroke his hand that is nearest to me. I must have woken up, because he opens his eyes. He yawns.
"Why hello there," he whispers. He smiles, and I smile back. "I was worried that I would wake up and it would be all a dream, but here you are," he mumbles. To my embarrassment, my stomach rumbles. Ugh, I'm starving. And I have a hangover, I can fell my head throbbing.
"I'm starving. Breakfast time." I smile. I start to get up, and manage to sit on the edge of the bed. I try to get up, but fall back down after a wave of pain in my head brings me back down. I fall on the bed, and on him, kind of. He laughs.
"Hangover?" he chuckles. I nod, holding my head. "Right then, no coffee for you." I pout and he laughs again. He hasn't laughed this much since I've known him. He seems happy. That means I've achieved my goals. I feel a sense of accomplishment. Maybe one day I'll tell him that, but I won't now, because he might be angry with me again. He said he wouldn't, but I know Edward. As I've said before, he has a very short temper. My head is lying on his stomach, so he starts stroking my hair. I could stay here all day, but my tummy rumbles again. I notice his does too. I laugh.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who's hungry," I notice.
"Indeed. Let's get some food. I'll carry you if you want me to," he adds with a chuckle. I laugh too.
"No, that's okay. I'm sure I'll be able to stand up eventually…"
"I'll get you some Panadol," he says, getting up. I get up too, heading towards the wardrobe. Yes, we moved into my room, because it's bigger. I realise that Edward has probably gone to his old room first to get clothes, then my pill, because he remembered that Alice is still staying here. I probably wouldn't have remembered.
I try and find clothes, but my headache is hurting so much that it's really hard. Eventually I do find some though, that are acceptable to wear in public anyways. Edward comes back with my Panadol and a glass of water then. I thank him and swallow the pill, followed by a big gulp of water. As soon as the pill takes effect, I'll actually be able to think clearly. This is the biggest hangover I've had, but I wasn't going to tell Edward that.
We head down the stairs, hand in hand. Partly because he wants to make sure I don't fall over again. Alice is already in the kitchen, eating breakfast. I look at the clock. Wow, we slept in late. It's eleven o'clock. Alice repeats my thoughts.
"You guys slept in late. Well, I suppose that's understandable given what you guys were doing last night," she says with a raise of her eyebrow. I blush.
"Shut up…" I mumble. She laughs. I open a cupboard and find a box of cereal. I also open the fridge for milk. I search around for ages, but I can't see any.
"Dang, no milk," I complain. I glare at Alice, who is drinking the last of it. She gives me an apologetic look. "I'll have to go out and get some now." Edward shoots me a worried look. "It's ok, the Panadol's working. Plus, the store is just around the corner, I'll walk." He still looks worried.
"I'm coming with you." I roll my eyes. Overprotective much? He notice my eye roll and smiles.
"Fine. Come on then." I grab his hand and we head out the door. Since Alice is still inside I don't bother locking it. We start to walk down the driveway. The mailbox is empty. Having Alice around is actually really handy.
We keep walking down the street. Wow, I would have thought their would have been more reporters around this morning, based on what happened last night, but there's none in sight. I smile. I hate those guys.
We get to the corner store, still hand in hand, and then I see them. Hundreds of reporters, ready to strike. I stop immediately, and so does Edward. They must have heard us, because all of them turn around at once. Then they go crazy. They surround us, asking me questions of every shape and form. I try to get out, but they keep surrounding us. I am still holding on to Edward, even though I can't see him. Aaghh, Help! I hate them even more that I did last night! Eventually I find an opening in the circle. Ew, awkward. But then I lose Edward. My hand feels cold and empty. But I crawl though anyway. I start to stand up, and somebody helps me. I look up at the face I know and love. Edward! He must have found his own way out of that maze. We get up and start running. Thank god I didn't chose to wear heels this morning.
I'm sick of this. People asking me ridiculous question every time I step out of the house. I just want to be able to do things like a normal person would. But, that's the price you pay for being famous. Sometimes it's worth it, sometimes you feel like throwing in the towel. This is one of those times. We get back to the house and lock the door. I am panting, and almost crying. I hug Edward tight. That's what I need right now, a hug. Then the tears start to flow.
"I hate them!" I manage to say between tears. I am soaking his shirt with salt water, but he doesn't seem to mind. Then I hear someone coming down the stairs; Alice.
"What the hell happened? I thought you were just going out to get milk!" she demands.
"The paparazzi, that's what happened. Dozens of them, all around," Edward answers.
"Wow. Intense. I never knew the paps could be so mean." I nod, the tears still flowing. Edward, still hugging me, takes me upstairs. He sits me down on my bed and wipes the tears from my face.
"Hey now, come on. It'll be okay. What's the worst that they can write about you? It's like you said, if we know it's not true, then what's the problem?" he reassures me. He pulls up the corner of my mouth with his finger. "Smile," he says. I do as he says, and he grins. He then takes my face in both hands and kisses me, just a small one. An 'everything's okay' kiss. That makes me feel better, slightly.
"I don't deserve you," I mumble.
"Don't be silly," he says simply. Suddenly his phone rings; it scares me. He reaches into his pocket and answers it. "Hello?"
I hear a faint voice on the other end. It sounds like a chick.
"Jessica?" he says, with a shocked look on his face. I'm sure I had the same expression. "Why the heck are you calling me? What? What are you talking about? I left you. No that's not how I remember it. I explained why. No, that's not what I said at all! Yes, some time apart, insinuating that I wanted to break up. No, I'm not coming back. Where am I living? Well that's none of your business. Ok, so I'm at Bella's, so?" The was a long pause after that. "Yes, I live with her as her partner, I don't see how that concerns you. She understands me like you never did. I'm happy now, and I'm not coming back to you. Goodbye." He hangs up with a huff. He looks at me with a tired expression.
The phone rings again. No prize to guess who that is. He looks at it, then throws it across the room. I watch it fly. I look back at Edward and he is smiling.
"Maybe I should get a new number…" he mutters.
"You're never going back?" I ask.
"Of course not. You're my life now. I could never leave you. It would kill me," he says sincerely. I smile. He is still sitting on the floor in front of me. I pat the bed, wanting for him to sit next to me. He does. I lean my head on his shoulder and he puts his arms around me.
"Ouch, your shoulder is bony. Don't you eat?" I say, rubbing my already sore head. He laughs.
"I do so eat! I just don't gain any weight…"
"Lucky bitch…" I mumble. He laughs.
"So are you going to record or not?" Steve asks Edward. "You're already famous, may as well make it for something."
"Me? Famous?" Edward says, bewildered.
"Um, yeah? Everybody knows you name, because you're going out with Bella. You're all over the front pages." Edward just stares at him. Oh, come on, as if he didn't know that.
"You might as well record, everyone already knows your name. So much for anonymous…" I mention.
"I'll think about it…" I smile. In Edward language, that usually means yes.
Brush, brush, brush… Bleh, the mint flavour is burning my tongue. I spit it out and rinse. Oh well, at least I don't have bad breath. I was about to turn around when a mysterious pair of arms wrap around my waist. Jeez I wonder who that could be…
"Hey Edward."
"How did you know it was me?" he asks.
"Who else would it be, silly?" I laugh.
"Hey, I was thinking instead of doing what we usually do at this time of night, I could sing you one of my songs, maybe?" he winks.
"Of course, Edward, that would be great," I say calmly. He smiles and grabs my hand. He leads me towards our room and sits me down on the bed, He grabs his guitar and sits next to me. He plays the first chords and starts to sing.
Stuck in a dead end world
Hoping good things will unfurl
Not quite sure what to do
But all I know is that I got you
You'll pull me out of this
Save me with a kiss
As long as we're together
Don't worry 'bout the bad weather
Only in my dreams
could we possibly be this way
Maybe if I keep wishing
We could end up together one day
If only
If only
If only I could be so brave
If only
If only
"I never finished it, but I wrote that a while ago," he says, smiling. I then realise I am crying.
"Edward, that was amazing. That's exactly how I felt everyday," I say honestly. He smiles.
"Really?" he asks. I nod. "Cool." He laughs. My favourite sound in the world.
Wow, what a day.
So, I hoped you liked that! Oh and by the way, I wrote that song. :)