First of all, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to all you wonderful reviewers who are in love with Edward. And second, to Pippin from The Lord of the Rings movie because I can!
Disclaimer: Okay, one point for Stephanie Meyer for writing the awesome Twilight series, and zero for poor little GingerAleJunkie for not. Darn that writing genius!
Chapter 6-Brownie Points
EPOV
Go after her, you fool! Everyone's thoughts rang through my mind. Surprisingly, Rosalie's was the loudest.
Not caring about the humans in the club, I took off full speed after Bella. I was not going to let her get away that easily.
Making it past the slamming bodies and out the door, I started to look around wildly for Bella. Turning to my left, I spotted Bella's body heaving up and down. If she could, she would be crying. My slightly patched up heart broke once again. I'm a monster! I caused this angel this much pain. That's when my reasonable side kicked it. Stop standing here stupidly and go help her!
Slowly at first, my feet, which felt like blocks of iron, started over to the shaking figure. After a step or two, I gained more confidence and started to walk faster. I had to keep myself from running over there and scaring her.
"Bella?" I ignored the fact that I called her Bella instead of Izzy. She would always be Bella to me, and I couldn't help that.
"Why did you say that? You don't mean it. Is this just a game for you? Because it's not funny." All traces of her sweet voice was gone and replaced with pure venom for its victim, who was me.
"Bella I…" I began.
"Just stop it! And stop calling me Bella! Just stop trying to explain yourself! You had fifty years to make it up! Fifty years, Edward! But, no, you didn't take that time! I'm sick of thinking of you, I'm sick of having to take off a few days of work every other month because of you, and I'm just sick of it all, Edward. Don't you understand that!? Fifty years ago, you said you didn't love me and you left me in the woods because you thought it would be the best! YOU, Edward Anthony Cullen, thought that it would be the best to rip my heart out and just leave, not just taking my heart with you, but my best friend, my annoying but still great big brother, my friend, my parents that I never had, and even Rosalie!" Her voice getting louder and louder as her topaz eyes filled more and more with pain.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"I am too Edward. I have to go. Come on Emily, Jeremy." Bella's voice was back to normal.
Turning around, I got to face a stunned Rosalie, a glaring pair of Alice and Emmett, a solemn Jasper, and the pain-filled eyes of Emily and Jeremy.
Emily instantly ran to Bella's side and started to stroke her hair, trying to calm down her shaking frame. Jeremy took a little longer to get over, but still, he was the guy who got to help take care of Bella instead of me. I longed to be the one to hold Bella in my arms and croon softly into her ears, but no, I was the one to get the awful stares.
"Let's go, Izzy." Emily murmured. That name lashed at me like a thousand fiery whips hitting my skin.
"Okay." Was all she spoke as she started towards their car.
"I'll drop off your jeep tomorrow morning, Emmett." Jeremy said before turning to follow after the girls.
I waited frozen in front of the club while the convertible speed away. Only once it was out of vampire range did I start to my car.
Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett were already waiting, leaning against its frame and being carful not to make a dent in it.
I'm sorry man. Jasper tried to comfort me.
Ignoring him, I climbed in the front seat, waiting till everyone got in. Emmett chose the passenger seat, leaving Jasper and Rosalie in the window seats, and little Alice in the middle seat. Like a robot, I started back to the car, blocking everything out as my eyes stared blindly out the windshield, just letting my senses drive.
I lost her…
…
"Is he okay?" Esme's worried motherly tone broke through the screen of silence.
"Bella." Was all Alice had to say.
"Oh, I'm sorry Edward." Esme tried to comfort me.
Shrugging her off, I started up stairs to my room. Crashing on the blue and silver comforter, I resumed the pose I had held for a while. But this time I stared out the window, watching the sky get brighter as the sun rose. I watched the rise before I heard the door to my room being clicked open and someone walking in. Presuming it was Alice. I got an insult ready to get her to go away.
"Get up. You're being an ass." Rosalie said simply, but it still stung. I had to keep myself from cringing when she said that. "You're over one hundred years old, yet you haven't picked anything up have you? When you hurt a girl, you go after her. For the sake of you not going into your stupid and pointless depression, I will allow myself one cliché, so you better listen up! Just because a girl runs away, doesn't mean she doesn't want you to follow. And this works for even your thick skull. Now get up and go get your girl back!" Rosalie commanded. "Change first, though. You look horrible."
"But." I started.
"Do I look like Alice to you?" I shook my head. "Then don't even try it. I love Alice, but I'm a much harder ass about things than her, and sometimes that's what it takes. So get your lazy ass up and go get her back." Rosalie said before waltzing out of the room.
I knew she was right. Listen to Rosalie for once, get your ass off this fluffy bed, and get your girl back! Walking out the door, I made it to the living room, where the entire family had gravitated together.
"I'm getting Bella back." I declared to the room.
"Well duh! Rose told you to." Emmett said, not even blinking from the video game he was playing with Jasper.
"Alice, Rose, Esme, will you help me?" I turned to my sisters and mom.
"Of course Edward. I want my family to be put back together." Esme responded at once.
"And we're game." Alice answered for Rosalie and her.
"Okay, well, the first question is for Rose. What do you usually like to get from Emmett when he messes up?"
"Hey, why me, and not Jasper or Carlisle?" Emmett pouted as his ship got blasted by Jasper while distracted.
"Because you're an idiot." Rosalie responded.
"Hey!"
"But a very hot and strong idiot." Rosalie corrected herself.
"Rose, what do you like to get from Emmett when he messes up?" I urged the conversation back to the topic.
"Well, flowers are definitely a must, but Edward, you're going to need a hell of a lot of flowers to mend what you screwed up."
Flowers it is…
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BPOV
"Izzy, are you okay?" Emily came up the attic stairs to checkup on me for the hundredth time today.
I was in piles and piles of clothes, organizing through them to keep my mind busy. I had three piles so far. Keep, give away, and gifts. I hadn't cleaned my closet out for years, so my piles grew quickly.
"Yeah, why?" I tried to sound convincing, but of course I failed miserably.It seemed like I was turning back into my old self.
"Don't try to pussy foot around it. That was quite a speech you made last night, and I at least deserve a semi-good answer after staying with you most of last night." Emily came over and started to help me with putting back all the keeps in color-coordinated order.
"I'm not pussy footing around anything, all I'm doing is organizing my closet. And then I'm going to clean the rest of my room." I got my voice to sound a bit more normal.
"Izzy Marie Swan Landon. I've known you for forty-five years and one of the many things I know about you is that when you clean, something's up." Emily paused in between hanging some clothes to give me a glare.
"I know, and I hate that about you." I gave up organizing and climbed up on my bed, slumping down letting all my emotions out for the second time today.
"You love it. Now spill." Emily hung up the shirt she was holding and came over to sit on the end of my bed.
"I just…it's just that even though Edward hurt me and all I still miss him." I said hastily. "Is that bad?" I asked meekly.
"Is that what you were worried about? Izzy sheesh. When a guy affects you like that of course you're going to have mixed feelings but what decides it is how he fixes it. Now clean up this room it's a mess." Emily joked before giving me a hug and leaving me to my clothe covered floor.
I'll let my decision depend on Edward. I decided while continuing to organize my room.
(Later that Morning)
"There you girls are." Yvonne came at us with a clipboard right as Emily and I entered the building doors.
"Hey, Yvonne." Emily said coolly while grabbing her schedule from an annoyed-looking Yvonne.
"Yvonne, you always say were late, but I'm starting to think you just give us an early time so we actually make it here on time." I laughed as I received mine.
"Never mind that you guys both have busy schedules. We had to fit two shoots in today because the photographers are going on vacation. Now get going. You guys have the first shoot together. It's a car photo." Yvonne received grumbles for that.
"Come on, Lucy's starting to complain with all the cars were getting." Emily groaned.
"What can I say? The companies like you with cars. Now go! Get!" Yvonne flocked her arms at us, pushing us to our dressing rooms before going to give three other models their schedules.
Saying goodbye to Emily, I entered my dressing room. It was the same as always: the white painted walls and floor, a black framed mirror in the hair/makeup area in the right corner with black hairdryers, brushes, etc., a black leather couch on the left wall, and a silver rack full of my clothes for the photo shoot on the right.
Going over to the rack, I dug out the first outfit: a pair of light wash short shorts, a red tube top, black sequin shrug, shiny black flats, and black cap with a little glitter charm on the right. Leaving my black phone on my make-up counter, I started to the shoot.
Emily was already there in the mess of people getting the right light and such ready. She wore a red t-shirt with different sized white lines crisscrossing across it, an almost totally black mini jean skirt, and a pair of red ballet flats that had little silver skulls on the ends of the bow strings.
"Bring in the cars." the photographer Dakota spoke through a small blue walkie-talkie.
The next moment, the garage doors, which were covered in black for this particular shoot, lifted open to reveal a red and black Aston Martin DB9 Volante riding in.
"Lucy's going to go ballistic if they have us take both of these. We already have three convertibles." Emily hissed into my ears, but I could tell that she was enjoying her little imagination of Lucy seeing us bring home not one but two of the same exact cars…again.
"Okay, girls I want you to…" and so it begins.
The entire shoot took a total of eight hours, and by the time it was done, I was dreading the next shoot. Dragging my body back to the dressing rooms, I came upon an interesting sight.
Opening my dressing room door, I found my room covered with different flowers of every kind. Standing there stunned, I didn't realize how long I had been positioned in my doorway until Emily left her room to go to her next shoot.
"Izzy, you're not ready…" Emily stopped midsentence, stunned at the scene.
Every flat surface, and even parts of the ground, were covered with flowers. There was a note attached to the biggest arrangement.
Dear Bella,
Please accept these flowers as an "I'm so sorry". The Apple Blossoms mean promise: I Promise to love you forever. The Cosmos mean peaceful: I hope that things for now can stay peaceful between us. The Forget-Me-Not's are obvious, but I'll still write it: Bella, don't forget me because I will never forget you. The Gardenia's mean joy: I am joyful in finding my soul mate again. The Hydrangea's mean perseverance: I will not give up on getting you back. The Lilac's mean first love: you are my first and only love. Lastly, the Sunflowers mean adoration.
Yours forever,
Edward
P.S. Please excuse the differentness of the flowers.
"Bella, what does it say?" Emily asked, following me into my flower-covered room.
Handing her the card, I started to smell the flowers.
"Well, I have to say sure this doesn't make up for what he did totally, but man, he has to get some brownie points for this."
Emily stood in admiration of Edward's boldness. "Well, I have to go, and you better get ready before Yvonne tracks you down and burns you for being late."
"Okay." Was all I said as I cleared away some flowers to get to my clothes.
He definitely got some brownie points…
What do you think? I know, tell me in reviews! Yeah, that's a good idea! Yeah, yeah…okay now that that's over, I have to start on the topic of "come on, how sweet was that of Edward?" I mean, what girl wouldn't want to have Edward Cullen send her about a billion flowers that he spent an extreme amount of time picking out the right meanings? (and if you say you wouldn't, than just leave…no I don't want to hear your explanation, just leave…jk I guess.)
Anyway, thanks for all the reviews, and you guys do wonders for someone's ego. I really I feel like I'm young again (sure, I am young, but that doesn't mean anything!) heeheehee…Review Please!
Also, I'm holding a contest. I've read Fanfic after Fanfic, and Mike is always either the bad guy, the pervert, or the nerd. And I'm wondering why? I mean, Mike isn't that bad, other than he likes Bella, but you know so what? So the first one to message me an over-the-top good reason for not liking Mike, and not the lame one's I've been hearing, I will dedicate Chapter 7 to that person and have it posted the moment I get that good reason, sounds fair? Now start thinking of good reasons, cause I'm not taking the norm (and in my opinion) stupid reason. Oh and if someone doesn't give me a truly good reason you'll have to wait an insanely long time! I know evil, but I really want to know!
