"Mom, please put that shit away nobody wants to see that!"
This was the second photo album of me that she managed to dig out in twenty minutes. She would wait until we were just about ready to leave to pull out the most embarrassing pictures she could find.
"I kind of do," Edward snickered as my mother flipped through the thick pages.
"See?" she giggled, "Edward's on my side."
At least she managed to stop the staring jags, but I knew the giggling would be hard habit for her to break.
"Really? My third grade ballet recital is that fucking interesting?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"You in a tutu with little flowers in your hair defies all logic. Why is your outfit different from everyone else's?" he questioned, pointing at the picture of my pink and black swirled tutu.
"She refused to even participate unless she had something unique. She got a hold of black paint and added her own designs," Renee answered for me through a squeaky giggle.
Edward laughed along, acting like they were old friends. I was so over fucking over this. Time to go.
"This trip down the avenue of Bella's awkward adolescence has been cruel and unusual, but we better haul ass if we're going to get back to Seattle in time for our flight."
"It's a private flight, I could always call..."
I gave him a glare that said if you finish that sentence I will not think twice to kill you.
Like father, like daughter.
"Better get our bags then," Edward said clearing his throat looking between the two of us, and rising from his chair.
My mom put her arm around me while we watched out the window as Edward put our minimal luggage in the trunk.
"You haven't told him yet have you?"
"Told him what?" For the last two days my mother had been giving me these little looks and pats like she was sending me fucking morse code.
"That you're in love with him," she said like it was the most obvious fucking thing in the world.
"What?" I choked, "Mom, I am not in love with him. I don't even believe in that crap."
"Do you often go spouting shit you don't believe in?" Pita gripped, trying to edit her copy of the thought ledger. "Whole bottle of white-out isn't working on this!"
I had decided my slip was just that and wasn't going to obsess over it. It was just a fucking word. People threw that shit around all the time like it was nothing.
It was just a word.
"So you don't love me," she mocked, jokingly.
"That's entirely different." I corrected, exasperated.
She had a glint in her eyes, as she looked me over and smoothed over my hair. She seemed to be carefully gathering her words.
"Remember when you were six? Well, probably not, but when you were six, I remember you were wearing that purple jumper your great-grandma Swan made for you and..."
"Mom! Was there a point you had with this or was the purple jumper that memorable?"
"Anyway," she laughed. "I remember, you had just lost your first tooth and I told you to put it under your pillow so the tooth-fairy could visit you and leave you a present. You put your hand on your hip and your innocent brown little eyes glared at me, and you said 'Mom, I don't believe in the tooth fairy.'" she explained."I asked you why. Do you remember what you said?"
"I don't even remember that conversation mom," I answered, wondering what the fuck she was getting at.
"You said, 'I've never seen her so she's not real.'"
"Hate to dissolve the illusion of flying nymphs there, but I was pretty fucking accurate about that," I replied, wondering if my mom had downed a batch of "special brownies" while I wasn't looking.
I noticed that my dad was now talking to Edward outside. I was hoping that Charlie was making more sense talking to him than my mother was talking to me.
"I'm going to tell you the same thing I told you then," she paused. "Just because you can't see something doesn't mean you shouldn't believe in it."
"Jesus Mom, lay off the fucking Hallmark Channel," I snickered, completely unmoved. I knew what she was getting at, but the way she was laying it on so thick was making me unconformable. "You just likened love to the existence of Tinkerbell."
"Well according to you they're both one in the same, right? Imaginary because you can't see them?"
I rolled my eyes. "Mom, one abnormal psych class twenty years ago does not make you qualified to pull reverse psychology on me."
"It was seventeen years ago thank you very much, and I wanted you to see how absolutely silly you are being. You're a big girl now Bella and I can't tell you what you should and shouldn't do, as much as I would like to because god knows I have wanted to wring your neck more times than I can count and..."
I gave her a please speed this rambling up before I fucking hang myself with the curtains look.
"My point was. You may not be able to see love, but I've been around long enough to know when I do.
And I've never seen you look at anyone or anything the way you've looked at him over the past twenty-four hours."
"And this has nothing to do with what he does?" I asked, sarcastically. I knew that Renee's opinion of Edward wasn't anywhere near impartial, but being that she's my mother, I trusted her to put my well-being over her star struck giddiness.
"Bella, if you would have looked at anyone the same way you look at him, I would have told you the exact same thing," she replied seriously.
"Great! I'm supposed to monitor looks now! That is not my fucking jurisdiction!" Pita griped.
After saying several long goodbyes, and my mother taking fifteen minutes to say what my father could in one, we were driving back towards Seattle.
"Do I even want to know what my dad was saying to you before we left?" I asked, trying to get the conversation with my mother out of my head.
"The typical 'If you hurt my daughter I'll be forced to kill you' monologue. Punctuating his point by telling me his guns 'weren't just for show', he could 'kill me make it look like an accident' and had 'innumerable places to stash my corpse.'" he answered, adjusting the air vent, like he was warm. "But that was assuming you didn't kill me first."
"He knows me too well," I smiled.
"So what were you and your mom talking about?"
"Tinkerbell," I answered shakily, turning the air vent towards me.
**Sexy Silk**
Our trip to Forks left me completely fucked up. The conversation with my mom had been gnawing at me like a for the last few weeks. I tried to dismiss what I almost said to him while we were fucking, but the stupid word wouldn't leave my brain.
"This shit is just not coming out," Pitas complained, throwing her industrial sized bottle of stain remover away. "Short of taking a damn flame thrower to it, I don't see any way to erase it."
"That's because it's not supposed to be erased!" Tulip spat. "Come over to the dark side baby."
Edward had been filming an obscene amount of hours for the last week and I had been keeping myself overly busy at work, so we barely saw each other even though we lived together.
Tulip was a moody bitch. "I fucking miss Slugger," she cried. "Even a quickie would be welcomed right now."
The Xanax Queen had been hovering like a fucking vulture even though Tanya had warned her any more unprofessional remarks were going to land her ass in the unemployment line.
"Edward is looking awfully comfortable with Bree," Jessica smirked, pointing to a picture of Edward and his new co-star Bree Tanner. Bree had done a fair share of indie movies and was hoping that this one would put her on the map.
The picture was the two of them snagging lunch together. They were both laughing about something.
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to give a fuck?"
"I told you it would just be a matter of time until he came around," she reminded.
Bitch was starting to seriously scare me. Maybe it was time to get her ass fired. "I don't know if you've noticed, but that isn't you in the fucking picture. You and your plastic funbags were here yesterday, remember?"
"Of course it isn't, he needs to do the rebound thing for a while before he'll be ready to make a commitment to me," she replied, her eyes glazing over as she slipped into her fantasy world and trotted away.
"Keep drinking that fucking Kool-Aid, bitch," I called.
"Don't you mean Skank-Aid? With a twist of sanity and a dash of cyanide?" Pita countered.
"That bitch needs to be shaken sane by someone, because Slugger is never gonna stir her dirty martini," Tulip growled.
My ringtone for Rose stopped me from going into Tanya's office to complain about her unceasing bullshit.
"Hey Rose," I answered.
"You and my brother are still coming next Friday. Right?" It was more of a demand than a question.
Although Edward was booked fairly solid, he still wanted to support Rose by going to her premiere and for some reason, he thought it would be a good idea to take me along.
It was some movie about her and two other girls hijacking a drug deal.
"Yes, but only because I have nothing better to do," I teased.
"Bitch, you know you want to see me in all my glory."
"I'm not going for you. Edward fucking begged me," I countered, though she knew I was fucking with her.
"Whatever, Hooker. You're still coming and getting hammered with us at the after party."
"That's why you people do this shit isn't it? Free fucking booze."
"We do it for the love of the craft. Binge drinking is just one of the many perks," she chuckled.
"I'll keep that in mind you lush."
"Blame it on the alcohol. Damn, got to go. I've got an interview with Vogue in an hour."
"Later Big Tits."
"Bye Dirty Skank."
"Rosalie?" Alice guessed coming out of the backroom.
"How did you ever guess?" I joked, hanging up.
"You're only on the phone with her all the time," Alice grinned.
"She thought she had to remind me about her premiere that Edward is dragging me to," I explained. "Speaking of which, I'll have to start rooting around the closet for something to wear to that thing," I said rubbing my head and closing my eyes.
Three very shrill voices rang out together in a resounding "NO!"
Fucking shit. What the hell had I said?
Tanya and Lauren had come out from Tanya's office and caught the end of my conversation with Alice.
"Bella dear, you cannot wear some off-the-rack-blue-light-special, to a premiere. As your employer I absolutely forbid it!" Tanya declared.
"You're going with Edward, you can't wear some outlet store knock off!" Lauren gasped.
"It's just Rosalie's premiere," I tried to defend. "Not even Edward's. She won't care if I show up in flip flops and a damn Hefty bag."
Alice was still in shock, her mouth open and her eyes widening as she dramatically clutched her chest.
"Bella," she said composing herself, her breaths still shallow."For the sake of our friendship, I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear what came out of your mouth."
"Jesus, you're all acting like I just said I was going to wear a damn potato sack! I mean it's just a semi causal. Edward's not even wearing a suit."
They collectively groaned. "I'll deal with him later," Alice asserted.
"Bella, this is your first official event that you're going to be at together as a couple. What you wear will either make or break you," Tanya lectured.
"Make or break what? I'm sure the press could care less what the hell I'm wearing."
I was holding my tongue for Tanya, but I couldn't stop every fucking cuss word. I was only human and they were seriously flying off the handle over nothing.
"Bella, please just trust on this. We're professionals," Tanya said dismissively, Alice and Lauren nodded in agreement.
Then the questions started.
"Are you walking the carpet?" Alice asked.
"I don't think so."
"What time is it?" Tanya quizzed.
"Seven," I answered, only fairly sure of the time.
And just like that Alice and Tanya were talking designers, necklines, and jewelry while Lauren took notes and smiled at me.
Fuck, I was completely outvoted. This was worse than Pita and Tulip ganging up on me.
I was dragging by the end of the day, just having finished up responding to a few emails. I found myself wondering what Edward was doing. Wondering when the hell we were going to get more than five fucking minutes together. I knew he didn't have his phone with him on set, but I decided to text him anyway.
I typed in the first fucking thing I thought of.
I miss you.
Dammit. Pathetic much? I went to cancel it, but I was so fucking tired that I hit send instead.
Fucking shit.
"Tell Slugger I miss him too." Tulip whined. "And tell him I need a picture, because I'm starting to forget what he looks like."
I hadn't heard anything back from him by the time I had gotten home. I tried to eat some leftover Chinese we had in the fridge, but it smelled rank so I ended up tossing it out and munching down whatever junk food I found.
Including a pint of ice cream I found in the freezer.
Shit. I was that ice cream eating bitch, even though I wasn't depressed. I tried to eat it with the little strawberry bites of yum, but it just tasted...wrong. I remembered the Red Hots I had seen in the pantry and poured them on top instead.
So much fucking better.
I started watching Easy A, but ended up falling asleep and not waking up until the scene where, ironically, Emma Stone is walking down the hallway in the titty booster.
I smiled when I heard the lyrics.
Boy, I will be your sexy silk
Wrap me around, 'round, 'round, 'round
I'll be your pussycat licking at your milk
Right now down, down, down
Will you be my sugar rush?
Make me get high with just one touch
A kiss can last all night
You'll have to seduce me, nibble and bite
It made me think of the first time Edward and I hooked up on Globes, and how I felt when I walked back into work.
Then when Olive moaned around her spoon in the cafeteria, that reminded me of Spago and subsequent Vanquish fucking.
The stupid fucking grin was back.
Whoa boy you're gonna win
Say 'yeah, yeah, yeah' you're under my skin
I got butterflies within
Oh
I think I love you.
I think I love you.
Oh, shit. My heart sped up and for the first time, I didn't want to shake it off.
And, because I'm convinced the universe is a big fucking cosmic joke, I heard my phone vibrate next to me.
I miss you too Beautiful, I'll see you soon.
Was this the reason I missed him and didn't want to be without him? Why every fucking thing was reminding me of him? Why I just kissed my fucking phone and sighed like a bitch over nine words?
Is this what love was? What it felt like?
"No! I'm losing her. Hello! It's a fucking movie chicka! You don't believe in fairies, remember? Next thing I know you're going to start telling me flying fucking monkeys are real!" Pita screamed.
"You have no power here! Be gone! Before someone drops a house on your hater ass!" Tulip yelled, victoriously.
"I'm sorry, but you've got to be shittin' me woman! I just spent days trying to rub that fucking word out of your vocabulary and now a stupid fucking song has you thinking you're feeling it?" Pita was going crazy pacing.
I was starting to think Tinkerbell might actually fly into the room and flip me off.
**Sexy Silk**
The day of the premiere came up really fucking fast. Before I knew it, it was the afternoon of and I was begrudgingly trying on the strapless Herve Leger mini dress that Tanya and Alice thought was, in their words, "to absolutely die for."
It was black with silver accents and looked like it was painted on.
"Bella you look incredible," Alice complimented. "Just have to get the Leighton cuff and it will be perfect."
"This is way too formal," I complained, looking at myself in the mirror "I don't need Jimmy Choo heels to sit in a theater."
"Dear, you're forgetting the after-party. The paparazzi will be all over. You'll adjust to the heels, by the end of the night you'll hardly notice them," Tanya tried to convince.
Fuck that. My Chucks were coming with me, cause there was no way in hell I was walking around in these all night.
"Thanks," I responded. "I'll try to remember that."
She smiled thoughtfully. "You know when you first told me you were dating Edward, I was surprised and in all honesty, a little sad," Tanya admitted, checking me over.
"Why is that?"
"Because I knew it would only be a matter of time before we said our goodbyes and you moved on to bigger and better things," she sighed.
Her comment caught me off guard. I didn't know what the fuck she meant.
"Well, if bigger and better ever comes along we'll worry about it then." She looked at me briefly confused before Alice came clacking back into the room.
"Bella, you have to get your ass moving if you're going to get to the salon on time," she ushered, slipping the cuff on my left wrist.
"I told you last week I don't need to go to the damn salon," I grumbled.
"Just because you did a facial at home, doesn't mean you can blow this off," she warned. "I practically had to beg Bobbi to get you in this afternoon."
I looked at her like she had lost her fucking mind. "Alice, how long have you known me? Do you think I would willingly torture myself with a warming mud mask thing?"
Her eyes narrowed looking around my face. "Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up because your skin looks incredible."
"Fritos and Red Hots with vanilla ice cream, Check!" Pita nodded.
**Sexy Silk**
My trip to the salon, was less than fucking stellar. The bitch just kept going on about split ends and that I needed to use a higher quality shampoo because how dare I let hair this beautiful be damaged...blah blah blah.
"Bitch just do what we're paying you to do and stop pimping products," Pita snarled.
I got home and was trying to get ready. Even though my hair was done, I refused to let her touch my face or do my make up. I wasn't a fucking invalid and I drew the line at the fake fucking eyelashes she was pushing.
I was supposed to meet Edward in an hour over at the theater. We were finally going to get some time together, even though there was going to being fifty million fucking people around.
So I was surprised when he actually showed up at home.
"Hey, thought you were meeting me there?" I said wrapping my arms around him, inhaling him like I was taking a hit.
Damn he looked good. A black jacket with a silver dress shirt underneath, with CK jeans.
"Fuck the premiere," Tulip growled. "Slugger and I could make our own movie."
"I could always leave and do that," he offered playfully, squeezing me back.
"No fucking way we have an hour before we have to leave and I haven't seen you all week. Tulip is starting to forget what Slugger looks like," I informed, leaving urgent kisses around his neck.
"Can't have that happen," he returned sliding his hand underneath my dress and up my thigh.
He was kissing on my shoulder when I stopped him.
Tulip groaned. "Short of a meteor hitting L.A., there should be no fucking reason you are stopping this!"
All too quickly, I was racing for the toilet and heaving into it.
Reliving my college days of praying to the porcelain god, except this time I hadn't drowned myself in a bottle of tequila and a scarfed down a day old mexican pizza in order to warrant this.
"Are you coming down with something?" Edward quizzed, concerned.
"No," I said after a few minutes."Probably just all the damn fumes from the salon catching up with me."
"Maybe we should stay home. Rose will understand."
"No, it's fine. I'm fine. Besides Alice would go fucking crazy if that dress didn't make it out the door," I argued, pointing the the garment bag on the back of the door.
It took me holding down several crackers, half a bottle of water, and almost the entire hour to convince him I was well enough to go. Tulip was pissed.
"Do you see a fucking meteor? There is only one deep impact that should be going on right now!" Tulip complained as we left the house.
Sneaking into the premiere was easier than I thought it would be, but staying awake through the movie wasn't. As good as it was, I just couldn't keep my eyes open. Rose was dressed to the fucking nines in Chanel, but Emmet matched Edward in his casualness. I don't think Rose was too fucking thrilled about it judging by the scowl on her face and the I'm so going to kick the shit out of you glares she shot at Emmett through the movie.
The after party was at J's Restaurant and Lounge downtown. It was two stories, had three bars and a huge patio with a fire pit and a view of the tops of high rises of downtown. Everyone was schmoozing and congratulating each other. Edward introduced me to a couple of people while Rose tossed back a few and made the rounds with Emmett.
We had been there about an hour when Rosalie started pulling on my arm. "Come with me, Bella. I have to hit the girl's room."
What is it with chicks wanting to go in packs to the bathroom? We're going in there to piss, it's not a fucking social call.
"Rosalie, I'm not going to listen to you piss, and since I don't do blow, follow Jessie J's example, do it like a dude and go by yourself."
She took her nearly full drink and threw it onto my dress. "There! Now you have to come clean that crap off or you'll smell like a mojito all night."
"You fucking lush, Rose! You're dry cleaning this fucking thing because if not Alice is going to kill you."
She rolled her eyes and started pulling me into the bathroom.
I was standing checking myself out in the mirror, and dabbing what I could off the dress, while Rose walked cautiously into the stall.
"He loves you," Rose said out of the blue.
"Excuse me?"
"Edward. He loves you," she giggled from inside the stall. She started humming Crazy In Love.
"Okay, Rose," I snorted, obviously she was a little more than buzzed to be spouting this shit and humming on top of it.
I couldn't help the smile that broke out across my face though.
"Why do you think that lady of the loo?" I asked jokingly, but some sick curiosity had struck me and I wanted to follow her logic, even if it was booze infused logic.
"Because he calls you Beautiful," she answered struggling with the door lock.
"He's using the English translation of my name, not exactly a testament of love," I scoffed, though I could feel a little swell of... hope?
Pita was fucking dumbfounded. "God, like I don't have enough to fucking do watching and analyzing you. Now I have to analyze his fucking pet name?"
"He only used to say that to mom," she let out a long sigh. She came out of the bathroom and started washing her hands. "He's never called anything or anyone else that since."
"This is making too much fucking sense for my liking." Pita groaned worriedly. "I better hit the fucking books on this one."
She giggled while she dried her hands. "When he was little, he refused to say 'I love you' in public, he said it was embarrassing, but she would always say it to him."
"He would always answer. 'You're beautiful mom.' It was kind of their thing," she laughed again.
Could it be fucking possible?
She was drunk I kept telling myself.
"Yeah, and what happens when you get drunk? You start spouting off things you would normally never say. Doesn't make them any less true." Pita grumbled, pulling down every last book from her dusty shelves.
Was he fucking in love with me? Could that have been what she was bitting her tongue over the whole damn time?
I started thinking about all the times he had called me that, there were too many to count.
"It wasn't like he was saying 'as you wish' or something," Pita rationalized.
"Slugger's pet name for me is Buttercup,"Tulip shared proudly.
I walked back into the swirl of people trying to get outside, completely lost in a swirl of my own thoughts, when I saw Edward again.
"Hey Beautiful, was wondering where you got to. I have someone I want you to meet," he said excitedly grabbing my hand and pulling me out to the back patio.
I figured it was one of his friends or maybe someone he was worked with or something, but I was only half right.
"Irina," he called out to a slim tall blonde.
"Edward! Good to see you," she greeted embracing him.
"Oh and Bella, so nice to finally meet you!" she said brightly, hugging me like she knew me.
"Irina? Irina Trask?"
"And here I thought everyone had to imdb me in order to know who I was," she laughed lightly.
She was assistant costume designer on some of the top grossing films of last year.
"I'm good like that," was my only reply.
God could I be less fucking articulate right now?
"Oh and she is funny," she grinned, tapping me lightly on the arm. "You should have listed that on your resume."
Why the fuck did she have my resume?
When Edward squeezed my hand and gave me a glance out of the corner of his eye. I knew exactly how the fuck she got it.
God motherfucking dammit.
"So, I'm going to be the lead designer on The Trendsetter," she explained proudly. "It's about a girl who is horribly addicted to fashion," she surmised when she saw my expression, she must have mistaken my fucking outrage with confusion. "And I'd like to have you on as my assistant designer. Your background in fashion would be a huge help to me. If you're interested?"
"Uh, I um," I was getting so pissed, I couldn't form words.
She laughed and so did Edward. "You've rendered her speechless. Can you teach me that trick?" Edward joked.
"Tanya said she was boisterous, is this the same girl?" she chuckled along.
That's what the fuck Tanya meant this afternoon. All this shit was going on underneath my fucking nose and I was the last fucking person to know?
"Well, take this and think about it and give me a call so I can fill you in on details," Irina smiled handing me a small card.
"Thanks," I whispered, covertly extracting my hand from Edward's as she walked away to talk to someone else.
Edward was beaming expectantly. "I told you I had connections."
I was blinking rapidly, trying to breathe, trying not to fucking spontaneously combust. I was so fucking pissed.
How the fuck did he think this was even remotely okay for him to do?
After years of trying to break into the only fucking thing I dreamed about and getting nowhere, he swoops in and fucking does it for me. Like it's nothing, like he was just doing me a simple fucking favor.
Condescending motherfucking asshole.
"Fuck you and fuck your goddamn connections!" I seethed quietly crushing the card and pushing it into his hand.
I needed to get the fuck out of there before I started kicking the shit out of the wall or burning the motherfucker down. Between Rose and her drunken rambling and Edward's condescending bullshit, I needed some fucking air.
I wasn't really seeing anything in front of me, so I managed to slam into someone.
"Fuck. Sorry," I mumbled pushing my way past the huge guy that I had just managed to careen into.
"You should watch your mouth there little girl," the guy called from behind me. Shit. That guy looked familiar, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. It wasn't until I was half-way out that it dawned on me.
Did Tony Soprano just tell me to watch my fucking mouth?
"Fuck you!" Pita snarled. "I'm nobody's little girl."
I only managed to get a few steps out the door before Edward caught up with me.
"Bella, what the hell was that? I thought you'd be happy." He seemed generally surprised.
He thought I'd be happy with him meddling with my fucking career like I was some desperate child?
"God dammit Edward I am not a fucking charity case! I have busted my ass to get where I am and even though it didn't get me very far, it meant something to me because I did it by myself."
He took a step back, a shocked and angered expression over took his face. "Well far be it for me to interfere in your fucking perfect plan. I just thought that us being together should afford you some opportunities," he defended.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I figure you'd like to do more with your life than shuffling papers around and being a fucking receptionist!" he blurted out.
I gasped and took a deep breath not taking my eyes off of him. That's what this all fucking came down to.
I wasn't good enough for him the way I was. In their own fucked up ways James, Jessica and every fucking douche on the message boards were right.
"Don't even think like that, those fuckers we're just trying to get to you!" Pita raged. "Don't fucking let them."
"I have never been more proud of that fucking station than right now, because I earned it. As shitty as it is and how ripped off I felt, I found one saving grace in working as a lowly paper pusher!" I barked back pointedly.
"Bella, I didn't mean... I just wanted to help you."
"I didn't ask for your help Edward, nor do I need it."
"You know what..." he started roughly then took a quick breath. "Fine, you didn't ask for my help. You're right. You're always fucking right," he growled and stormed back into the restaurant.
The paps were going motherfucking crazy during the entire thing. It was amazing I wasn't blind after the way they treated our fight like a three ring circus.
Since I wasn't with him they didn't bother to follow me when I started walking down the block. Good fucking thing too or their asses would have been flattened. I didn't know how far I walked or where the hell I was until I looked up and saw the FIDM building.
I hadn't gone to school here. I went to the one in San Francisco, but I still thought this was pretty fucking ironic.
A flood of memories came back to me; a Ghirardelli shop across the street, Union Square Park a block away, and the Armani Exchange two doors down.
Fucking Armani.
Did every fucking thing have to remind me of him?
"It's because you love him," Pita yelled. "I've been reading every fucking book I have. Even the dictionary, the thesaurus and have been cross referencing with movies, music and even poetry. It's pretty self-explanatory," she explained smugly, like she had always known.
Tulip was not impressed.
"Look who finally caught up to the rest of the class!" Tulip snarled. "Here's your gold star bitch! About fucking time!"
"Stupid fucking building!" I said out loud to no one, kicking the wall.
Pita was right. Tulip had been right. And worst of all my mother had been right.
I had fallen in love with him.
"Do you think it's going to start talking back?" Edward asked tentatively walking up to me. "Talking to buildings doesn't exactly vouch for your sanity right now."
Where the fuck did he come from? "I went out to the patio and saw you storming around the corner," he explained answering my thought.
"People in glass crazy houses shouldn't throw stones," I quipped harshly, continuing to walk around the side of the building. "And you didn't need to follow me."
Just because I loved him, didn't mean I wasn't allowed to be pissed.
God dammit! I had to realize I was in love with him after he pulls this douchebag bullshit. After we got into a fight in front of the fucking parasites?
Perfect fucking timing, Pita.
"Better late than never!" she scoffed, slowly putting her books away.
While we were arguing we ended up next to Great Hope Park that was just behind the FIDM building.
"I'm sorry I should have told you and not just sprung it on you like that," he offered.
"You're missing the whole fucking point," I responded, irritated. "I'm not pissed off about how you did it, I'm pissed off that you did it at all. That you felt like you needed to do it."
"I didn't need to do it, Bella. I wanted to do it."
"So you wanted to be a patronizing asshole? That makes it so much fucking better!" I shot back.
"Oh, I'm a patronizing asshole because I wanted to fucking help you?" he exclaimed.
I knew I needed to calm the fuck down. I was pissed the fuck off that he did something I couldn't, but I was more upset about the motives behind it.
"Put yourself in my shoes for five fucking seconds," I answered, slightly calmer. "I constantly have people talking bullshit in my ear about how I'm not good enough for you. And as confident and self assured as I am, my boyfriend using his 'connections' to get me a job, even if it is a job that I've dreamed about since I was a kid, not only is a hit to my ego, but for the first time since we've been together I actually started to believe their bullshit. "
I was starting to ramble like my mother.
"Bella, I didn't do it to make you feel insecure about us, or because I have a problem with what you do. I did it because..."
"He did it because he fucking loves you!" Pita yelled, after piecing everything together.
"I could have told you that months ago!" Tulip scoffed. "You bitches are so L2TP!"
Oh shit, was I ready for this? Guess I didn't have a choice. Maybe he was going to say something different anyway. Edward's phone started ringing in his pocket. Emmett's stupid fucking ringtone.
Let's get this party started
Let's keep them 40's poppin'
So just get buzzed and stay fucked up
We'll keep them panties droppin'
First the fucker twatswats me, then he's going to interrupt this? I took Edward's phone out of his hand, yelled at Emmett to go give himself a prostate exam with a hot curling iron and quickly hung up.
Edward chuckled as I handed his phone back to him. "You were saying?" I prodded, unsure if I really wanted him to complete his thought.
"I did it because I was insecure about us, not to hurt you or make you feel inferior. I figured if I could help you with what you wanted, then I could keep what I wanted," he answered, sweeping his finger across my cheek. "I did it because I love you."
Shit. My heart was going a mile a minute. I couldn't really think. Was I happy that Rose was right?
"You bet your Hollywood lovin' ass you are!" Pita cheered, opening a bottle of Cristal.
"For how long?" I stammered. Pita apparently had forgotten whisper my lines to me, in her haze of celebration.
"Correct answer here is 'I love you too!'" Pita bitched. "I'm surrounded by morons!"
"I don't know. Is there a prerequisite?" he chuckled. "I can't define an exact moment. I love you now and I've known for a while, I just didn't know when to tell you."
"Rose told me you only used to call your mom, Beautiful. She said you told her that instead of saying that you loved her," I threw out, like it fucking mattered.
He looked at me, as he thought about what I said, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else. "I had completely forgotten about that," he smiled slightly.
"Good. I'm kind of relieved, you nursing some fucked up Oedipus complex was weirding me out," I joked.
"Maybe my subconscious knew something I didn't," he returned, sliding his arms around my waist, pulling me to him.
"We always do," Pita confirmed.
Tulip smacked her. "Shut up bitch! You are ruining the movie!"
"If this was a movie I'd be famous, and you'd be blonde," Pita countered, stealing some of Tulip's popcorn.
"Slugger prefers brunettes," she answered with a wink. "Now shut it! I'm trying to hear!"
I was still upset, but it's not like his did it maliciously or because he didn't think I was good enough.
He did it because he was in love with me. How the hell was I supposed to fault him for that?
"I guess it's good that I love you too then, otherwise this would be really awkward for you," I admitted,with a smirk and entwining our fingers.
He smiled, like I just granted him a wish and I swear I could hear some cheesy musical overture from somewhere.
"You guess?" he whispered. "Nothing a little more substantial?"
"You're pushing it," I whispered back playfully.
"Can't blame me for trying," he breathed, before his lips descended on mine and he kissed me like his whole life was building to that moment.
Tulip and Pita were both clapping and yelling they believed in fairies.
I apparently owed the flying, dust toting nymphs of the world an apology.
A/N: Everyone say it with me now...awwww...
I know some of you were expecting more from the Forks visit, but it really just intended to be a short meet and greet type trip. So my apologies if that didn't live up to expectations.
J's Restaurant and Lounge is where the after party of A Better Life (Chris Weitz's new movie) was held.
"If this was a movie I'd be famous, and you'd be blonde," Was paraphrased from Love and Other Disasters (2006) With the late Brittany Murphy and Catherine Tate (from the Bad Mother's Handbook.)
The ringtone for Emmett is "Everywhere I Go" by Hollywood Undead.
Lots of Easy A references, Welcome to the Riley's and The Princess Bride were thrown in there too. Along with numerous others I'm sure.
Mad love to my awesomesauce Beta- this would not be possible without her. :)
As always, want to know what you guys think-:)