I'll be Your Lover Too.
Edward and his mates celebrate the return of Emmett, who has just returned from L.A. for university. He brings along his new girlfriend and her closest friends. Emmett's new girlfriend, the cocky but shy Bella Swan, turns out to be the girl of Edward's dreams … but his best friend's girl. Does she feel the same way? And how will Emmett take this?
RATED M FOR THE OBVIOUS REASONS. AU/AT/AH. And I don't own Twilight or anything related to it. It's just one of those things that we can play around with.
I got the idea for this fic from the song "Crush" by David Archuleta.
A/N: Thank you for all your patience and feedback for the last chapter, it means a lot! I'd like to mention here that I now have an official LiveJournal for this fanfic!! It can be found in my profile, along with the outfits for today. Enjoy!
Chapter 7: Jealousy
Bella POV
I couldn't sleep, and I don't know why. Okay, maybe I did. I fell asleep at first to the faint strumming of a guitar, and dreamt a pleasant dream. White sand between my toes, I walked slowly towards the ocean, breathing in the sea air. My white dress fluttered against the wind, and I could make out a shape in the water. As I grew closer, I realised what it was. A man, a beautiful man, shirtless and knee deep in water, playing a guitar. When I called out, he turned, and the beautiful man was who I half expected; Edward. He walked over to me, humming softly, still playing the guitar. When he got near me, he put his guitar down, and wrapped me in his arms. I breathed in his scent, and he let go to look at me. Then, his head lowered, ready to lift me off my feet with those soft, wet lips …
Then I woke up. I wasn't exactly pleased mind you, also because the guitar noises were gone. I rolled over to see Emmett, snoring silently. I immediately felt a sense of guilt, about what I dreamt about, and about the next hours until early next morning.
I wanted to dream it again. I wanted to see what happened. I wanted to kiss him … even if it was a dream. So I tried to set my mind straight, thinking of him, remembering the sound of the guitar … but nothing happened. Zilch. So I lay there, still hoping that the dream will come back to me. It turned out that I laid there for about six hours, and still nothing happened. I did occasionally doze off, but those dreams were blank, dark, and lonely.
So when I gave up it was about six in the morning. Groaning, I got up, Emmett still snoring quietly, his arms and legs sprawled all over the bed. I didn't know what the hell to do now, so I had a shower. After that, I decided to plan what I was going to wear. Lately, and normally, I would just throw on the first thing I see. Now that I had all of this time on my hands, I planned. I ended up choosing something I knew no one would believe I would ever wear; a brown chequered dress with a cashmere cardigan. I pulled my hair up, and in the mirror I reminded myself of Keira. To stop this distinction, I pulled on a pair of grey canvas shoes.
I looked at the clock; it was now seven thirty. I have no idea how the time went so fast. As I was pulling my hair up into a high bun, I felt a tug on my cardigan. I turned to see Emmett, now awake, reaching over to me.
"Morning, sleepy head. You were snoring again," I said, smiling.
Emmett looked offended. "I never snore!" he proclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, standing up, fixing up my cardigan.
"What's the occasion?"
"What?"
"The occasion. You're wearing a dress without force."
"Ha ha," I said sarcastically. "I couldn't sleep, so I got up early, and I planned."
"Aw, my poor baby couldn't sleep. How come?"
"A dream …" I said, trying to look anywhere but at him.
"About …" he pressed on.
"I don't know," I said, feeling myself beginning to blush. "I just know that after that, I couldn't sleep."
He made a noise, which sounded like a grunt, and dropped it. "Where are you going?" he asked, as I made for the door.
"Bathroom," I said quickly, opening the door.
I was hit by the delicious aroma of bacon, eggs, mushrooms and sausages. I closed the door so Emmett wouldn't follow the scent. I walked over to the kitchen to see Alice slaving over the cook top in a pink top, jean shorts, pearl necklace and white heels.
"Good morning, Bella!" she said brightly. "I had to get up early, still have a lot of planning to do before the big day!"
"Which is tomorrow, yes?"
"Yup. Oh, it's so exciting, to plan weddings. I was surprised that the bride didn't call me about a million times last night because I normally get the bridezillas; the boss thinks I can handle it. I think she's giving me a break." She smirked. "This one's nice. She trusts me, which is something."
She put the bacon, eggs, mushrooms and sausages onto a plate and handed it to me.
"Thanks," I said, smiling, and walked over to the table.
"I like your dress," she said, watching me sit down.
"Oh, this? I just found it on the bottom of my bag."
"Oh, that always happens to me. You can't find something to wear then there's something where – Edward!"
I turned, filled with both excitement and guilt as Edward came into the kitchen. He was wearing all white, along with his favourite shoes. Alice had quickly put food onto Edward's plate and he sat down, next to me, and smiled.
"What's the occasion?" he asked, cutting his bacon.
I scoffed. "First Emmett, now you. Why is it so bad that I'm wearing a dress?"
Edward opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. Alice, who had just come over to place the rest of the plates on the table said, "Ignore him, he's being stupid."
Edward gave her the evil eye, and continued eating. I decided to throw one back at him. "So, what's with all the white? You normally wear black."
He looked up at me, and gave me that crooked smile that made my heart flutter. "Because I wanted to."
"And I wanted to wear a dress."
He poked his tongue at me, and I copied him. We started to laugh, and it sounded like music. Then Alice joined in.
"Am I interrupting something?" said a voice all too familiar.
I turned to see Emmett walk into the kitchen.
"Nothing, man," said Edward, going back to his food. "Just having a laugh."
Emmett muttered something that sounded a lot like "right", but sat down anyway and began to eat. Slowly, people began to walk out of their rooms and join us; first Keira then Jasper, then Rosalie.
"What is with you Swan sisters," said Edward, stuffing his last piece of sausage in his mouth. "You're both wearing dresses."
For Keira was wearing a light, white dress with sequins at the hem, along with pink lace tights, black flats and bracelets.
"I wear something like this, Mr. Cullen, when I feel inspired; inspired to design."
Edward leaned back, rubbing his stomach. "Good feed, Alice."
"You know it," Alice winked, cleaning up hers, Edward's, mine and Emmett's plates up.
"Rose, where's Jacob?" I asked.
The room went silent. "In his room, sulking," she said simply, obviously not bothered by the silence. "I asked him if he was coming out, and he didn't say anything."
"Deserves it," Keira said, cutting her eggs violently. "For what he did to Alice … to me …"
"Keira!" Alice said brightly. "Wanna help me with the planning again?"
"No, sorry Alice, I'm in the mood for design. I think I'll get my mannequin out and do something."
"Bells?"
"Maybe," I said, taking a sip of my water. I noticed the down look on her face. "Oh, what the heck, there's nothing else to do."
Alice jumped up and down, clapping. "Yay!"
"Hey! Count me in!" Rosalie said, stuffing food into her mouth.
We all laughed.
Rosalie POV
Today was going to be a good day, I knew it.
Jacob only emerged from his room late 10am. Nobody (except me, and a few glares from Alice and Keira) noticed him grab his food and eat it by the window sill. When he was finished, he plugged his iPod in his ears and went back to the window sill.
"What a baby," said Keira, pinning fabric together on her fold up mannequin. "He expects us to come crying back to him, but I'd rather pin this in my eye."
Alice giggled. "You don't seem dazed by this at all, do you?" I asked her.
"No," Alice replied. "I've already spent too much energy on mopping over him. I don't care."
The rest of the morning we flipped through wedding magazines and jotted down details as the bride called, and also when Alice rang up the caterers, Limo Company and the venue.
"This is all so much fun!" Bella mused, looking a brides maid dresses as Alice was on the phone to the maid of honour. "But I am getting hungry …"
"Do you want me to get you something?" Edward asked, as he stood up and grabbed his keys. "I was just about to go out."
"Oh, thanks Edward," Bella replied, and I saw her blush slightly.
"What about the rest of you girls?"
We all nodded. "Okay, what then?"
"Salad," I said.
"Oh, I feel like McDonalds," Bella said guiltily.
"Don't worry Bella, I'm getting that too," said Alice, hanging up. "You know what I like Ed."
"Okay. You like salads from McDonalds Rose?"
"Whatever."
"See you guys in a bit then."
When he had walked out of the door, I said, "He is such a gentleman! I don't know why on earth you haven't dated him yet, Al."
"Because we're just really good friends," Alice said, writing something down. "Sure, we tried, but it didn't feel right. He's like my brother."
"I remember that," Emmett said, walking over to sit on the floor next to us. "When you tried. God, that was funny. I totally took the Mickey out of you guys."
"It wasn't very nice Emmett," Alice said sternly.
Just at that moment, Jasper came to sit with us too, and I felt suddenly uncomfortable. I didn't feel this way last night, or at breakfast, but now I did. I felt see through all of a sudden and I wrapped my arms around myself, as if to protect me.
"Almost done, Alice?" Jasper asked.
"Yes. I need to call the cake people now, and I need to drive over to the venue, to see if they got what I ordered. Oh, here's the cake …"
Alice showed us the picture on the website. I was torn between the fact that whether it was a cake, or if it was a basket of roses piled onto one another. Jasper let out a laugh.
Alice looked at him sternly. "What?"
"That does not look like a cake; it looks like a basket of flowers! I wouldn't be surprised if the guests felt that way, too!"
Alice slapped his arm. "It's what the bride and groom wanted, and it's what they're getting."
Jasper tickled Alice on the neck. "I'm just saying."
Alice giggled. "Don't!"
There and then, a tickled fest started. Participants? Just Alice and Jasper. Everyone just stared as they continued to tickle each other; even Jacob from the windowsill came to see what was going on.
"Okay!" I said, getting sick of it. This reminded me too much of when Jasper tickled me, and how it obviously didn't mean anything to him. What if he was doing the same thing to Alice? I fucking hope not.
They stopped, and Alice cleared her throat, picking up the phone again and dialling the company's number. I looked over at Jasper, who didn't seem dazed by any of this at all. I decided to get back at him in my own special way, and the perfect person was right next to me.
Emmett had picked up a wedding magazine, and began to flip through it, making faces at every page. I slid myself next to him. "What?"
"How can anyone like this stuff?" he asked, passing a page full of full length train gowns. "Just wear something simple!"
"Emmett, Emmett, Emmett. This is a girl's big day. It needs to be extravagant, and absolutely, insanely expensive so it will be a day to remember."
"Well, if that's true, I'll only marry someone when I'm insanely rich."
Even though it wasn't so funny, I burst out laughing. I was pretty good at fake laughing, and made it so loud Jacob appeared again, obviously wondering what on earth we were all doing. Just my luck, Alice, Jasper and Bella looked at me; just the same way we all looked at Alice and Jasper.
Emmett let in a few laughs as I quietened down. Bella looked at me weirdly, but then let it slide.
"Okay," Alice said, hopping up. "I'm off."
As Alice left, I saw Jasper smiling as she walked past him. I gave him an evil stare, and did so until he looked at me. I could see in his face that he didn't know what was going on. Oh, but I was going to show him.
Soon Edward came, and was looking annoyed when he found out Alice had already left, and called her to remember that he had bought something for her, and for her not to buy anything else.
"Salad? Who ordered a salad?" Emmett asked.
"Oh, that was me," I said, hopping up and taking the salad from Emmett, making sure I touched his hand and smiled brightly at him. I could see the same thing happen with Edward and Bella, and I knew I wasn't the only one; Emmett was looking at Edward as if he was going to punch him, and slap Bella. I didn't know what was going on with Bella and Edward, but I knew that I was going to keep Emmett company; for both our sakes.
Keira POV
As I finished pinning all of the fabric together, I took a step back. It was perfect. It was and strapless dress, which was white at the top and came out as pink on the bottom. I drew faint lines on the white material where I would make a pattern. But it was missing something. I imagined in my mind a piece of material coming out in the middle … something to stand out.
I rushed to my bedroom, and rummaged through my luggage until I found my spare materials box. I found a piece of dark blue material. This was exactly what I was looking for. Pleased, I walked out of my room.
My mood changed dramatically when I saw the last person I wanted to see. When I closed the door, I caught a glimpse of Jacob, staring aimlessly out of the window, iPod stuck in his ears. I wanted to do two things at that moment; one, I wanted to pin this material onto my mannequin and finish my dress, two, I wanted to go over there and rip his head off.
As much as I wanted to do the first option, I decided to go rip his head off instead, as there wasn't anyone really around, except for Bella buried in a book, Jasper drawing in the corner and Emmett throwing a football in the air.
I strode over to him, and pulled out one of his headphones. He whipped his head around to look at me, and I saw a small smile etch out on his face.
"Don't be an idiot; I'm not here to forgive you."
His smile faded.
"I'm here to say that I think you're pathetic, absolutely pathetic. Do you really expect me and Alice to feel sorry for you? You, moping around, staring out of a window listening to depressing songs, no doubt? Keeping yourself locked into your room and when Rosalie asks you something, you act as if it's the end of the world? Grow some balls, Jacob Black, and do us all a favour; stop acting like a baby and own up for what you did."
I turned around, happy that I had showed him how I was feeling, but that too went away when his arm clasped itself around my wrist.
"Let go of me!" I squealed.
"Keira, listen," Jacob said. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear. I felt something that night, and I know you did too."
I made to let go, but his firm hand pushed me closer to him.
"All I wanted was us, that's all. I didn't think. I never think when I'm so close to get what I want, and possibly need. I was going to tell Alice, I swear …"
"I don't give a fuck, Jacob. You lied, to both me an Alice. Who do you think we are? Did you honestly think that no matter what you said, we wouldn't care? Don't be so naive. Now let go of me!"
He looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes. I felt a jolt in my stomach to feel sorry for him, but I couldn't. He lied, and I trusted him. I gave him a stern look, and he let go of me slowly, lingering his fingers on my wrist. I turned around quickly, storming away. As I did, I saw Bella, Emmett and Jasper standing around; they had obviously come to see what had happened. I put a hand up to wave away Bella as she walked up to me.
When I had gotten back to my mannequin and placed the material around the waist, I saw Emmett walking towards Jacob and Bella trying to pull him away. Edward's head popped out of his door.
"What's going on?" Edward asked me.
"Nothing, I just had a word with Jacob, that's all."
He nodded, looked over at Bella, and went back into his room.
Bella came towards me, looking at Edward's bedroom door. But when she reached me, she looked me in the eye, hands on my shoulders. "You okay?"
"Yes, big sis," I said, smiling. In an attempt to change the subject, I held up the material. "Look! Do you think it would look good?"
"Keira, are you sure?" asked Emmett, and Bella nodded, obviously not buying my diversion.
I put my hands on my waist. "Yes! Now, will it look good here?"
Bella smiled. "You're the expert."
I sighed. I again placed the material around the hem of the two materials. I ruffled the top bit up, and grabbed some pins, pinning it all together. When that was done, I cut off some of the excess material. I stood back, admiring my work.
"That's amazing, Keira!" Bella squealed, hugging me.
"Really?!"
"Yes! They have to accept you!"
We hugged for a little longer, until Emmett cleared his throat. "Sorry. Ugh, my legs. I've been standing for forever."
I went over to the couch and slumped into it, putting my legs up on the coffee table. Bella, Emmett and Jasper copied, and we all laughed. We sat there for a while, flicking through channels, me and Bella occasionally chatting about my choice of design and colour.
When an add came up for the show we were watching (which I have no idea what was) Emmett suddenly said, "So … what do you guys think of Edward?"
I felt my sister shuffle uncomfortably, so I answered quickly, "He's cool. And pretty good looking." I winked.
"Yeah, I agree. Not about the good looking part though," Jasper said quickly, and we all laughed.
"Bella? What about you?" Emmett asked, and I could hear the hint of eagerness.
"Yeah, he's a great guy …" Bella said slowly, picking the hem of her cardigan.
"That's all?" Emmett asked, sitting up.
"Yes Emmett! What else do you want me to say?" snapped Bella.
Emmett slowly lowered himself back into the couch, his face blank. I knew now that this was the last we were going to hear about this matter.
Edward POV
I scribbled out yet another note. I began to feel stupid, like there was no real reason for me to be doing this at all. I mean, I had a major in business. I could at least be in an office, with a great view of Seattle, a heap of money going into my bank account, but no. I was sitting here, wasting my time writing a song I had no idea the words to.
I never thought that it would be this hard, writing a song. I was able to do it so easily before, but I guess I had a lot of inspiration, and not so much now. I knew that if I didn't find one quick, Alice would practically drag me into an office building, and I will never feel fully complete.
At that moment, the door creaked open and none other than Bella stepped inside, looking wary.
I chuckled. "What are you doing playing spies?"
She scoffed. "No. I'm just being cautious, that's all." She sat down on the edge of my bed.
"Why were you being cautious?"
She shook her head. "How's the song going?"
"Absolutely terrible. Why were you being cautious?"
She ran her tongue along her teeth, which made my heart beat faster. "I think Emmett's suspicious."
"Emmett? About what?" I put my guitar and papers aside and slid closer to her.
She turned to face me, crossing her legs. "About us."
I smiled my best smile, and I saw her blush. "Why would he be suspicious about us?"
Bella threw her hands onto the bed. "I don't know! I can tell he is. He's watching me more closely now, especially when you're around, and he just asked me what I thought of you."
"What did you say?" I asked quickly.
She looked up at me incredulously. "Does that even matter?!"
"It does to me."
She gave in. "I said you were a great guy."
I was taken aback. "That's all? No, he's absolutely gorgeous or anything?"
She laughed. "No, that was Keira. I think she knows too, it's like some sisterly instinct thing. She stepped in when I was in the spotlight."
"Well tell her thank you, for both accounts."
She giggled. "I will."
We stared into each other's eyes for what was only probably a few moments but felt like forever. I soon found myself reaching my hand out to touch her cheek, her hair. She closed her eyes at my touch.
"I don't blame him you know," I said, and my voice seemed very far away. "Emmett, about being suspicious."
She sighed, opening her eyes but not stopping me. "Don't say that."
"Why not?" I asked, pushing back her hair. "It's the truth."
She closed her eyes again, and reached her hand up to touch my wrist. Everything seemed so perfect, and for a moment Bella felt like mine. It sounded as though I just bought her or won her through a lottery or something, but truly … she felt like mine. I didn't want this moment to pass …
Bella suddenly inhaled sharply, and both our eyes snapped open. The shocked looks on both our faces made us to quickly pull our hands down. Bella stood up quickly, almost tripping over a pair of fluffy slippers, probably Alice's.
"Uhhhh …" she said, making for the door. "We won't speak of this?"
I crossed my fingers and showed her. "Promise."
"Doesn't that mean you're lying?" she giggled, and I was glad she wasn't embarrassed.
"Oh, does it … well you know, I promise. I'm not lying."
She nodded and opened the door.
"Bella," I said, and she looked over at me. "Don't worry what Emmett says. Whatever will be, will be. Okay?"
She nodded again. "Yes, I'll promise to remember."
I laughed and winked at her, and she laughed too as she closed the door behind her.
Whatever will be, will be … I now hoped whatever it was, was what I wanted and dreamed about.
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