A/N:
Hello! Thanks for quite a few of you for putting this story on alert!
I've no idea on a posting schedule yet, I just have to wait and see for a while how this story will develop and if the writing will get any harder.
I promise to update as soon as possible.
Now, let's get back to our favorite couple! (and some others lol)
Unbeta'ed, all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, I'm only playing with them.
Chapter 2
BPOV
"Why won't you just let him read it? It's not like you don't trust him, right?"
Rosalie was lying on her bed with her feet on the pillows, hair cascading down onto the floor. Her voice sounded bored, even though I had practically called her in the heat of the moment.
After mom told me what Edward had said when he left, I immediately ran out the door to my best friend's house.
Regardless of the steam that came out of my ears, I'm now relaxed and lying on the floor.
"Can I marry this carpet? It's so fucking soft and beautiful, Rose," compliments can take Rose easily off guard, with has as a consequence that she forgets her question.
Shallow much? No, just ambitious.
"There's no talking you out of this one, bitch," Damn, Rose's smarter than she looks.
With the blond hair, huge rack, tiny waist and sky-high heels, and all.
"Of course I fucking trust him, it's just . . . I don't know, weird?" My hands are fisting my hair and I'm biting my lip. I hate fighting with Edward, but he just crossed the line. He knows my writing is me dearly, and that I'm sensitive about it.
"Weird is your middle name, I wouldn't expect any different," was Rose's conning reply. She may look dumb, but she's anything but.
"What a mess," I breathed.
"You're making a mess out of it, just fucking let him read the thing. He's never done anything for you to doubt him at all, and still you are. I think that hurt him."
The sound of sighing filled the tension filled air, which made me shiver a bit.
"You're right," I hated to admit it, but she was.
"Aren't I always?" Her smile was heard in her words. Let's just say she enjoys being right.
"Way to ruin the moment, Rose," I stood from my comfortable position on the way too soft carpet and walked over to Rose. Soon I had enveloped her in my arms and she was patting my back awkwardly. Rose's never been one for display of affection.
~Stay~
"Hi, Bella!" Esme was beaming as she opened the door and enveloped me in a tight hug, with my laptop awkwardly pressed between us.
"Is he in?" I winced when I saw Esme's face. She could read me like an open book.
"I thought something was up between the two of you when he entered the house. I haven't seen him this upset since you had that fight two years ago," Esme said, worry sticking to her words.
Oh, that fight. Let's just say that exchanging saliva with a guy two years older than us wasn't okay according to Edward's book.
I patted the black laptop I was holding. "This will fix it," I said confidently.
Esme closed the door behind me and slightly pushed me in the direction of the staircase. The Cullen household was residented in a mansion a few miles away from the town center. Greenery enclosed the house and it made a beautiful contrast with the very white color of the walls.
I don't know how many times I walked these stairs, but I knew exactly which steps to avoid to prevent the stairs from giving away that someone was coming up.
When I reached the top of the staircase I did my little happy-dance.
Congratulations! You once again successfully reached the second floor without even one sound!
Okay, now back to business; winning Edward back.
Hell, it sounded like I was going to convince him of coming back to live with me or something.
I knocked on the door, three times a bit harder before knocking twice really softly. That was our secret – not so secret – knock.
When he opened the door his hair was like a clusterfuck on the top of his head, more so than normally. To make matters worse, he dragged his hand through it once more. His green eyes were tired and when I looked behind him I saw his bed unmade.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Have you been sleeping during the daylight hours, Mr. Cullen? Turning into a vampire perhaps? I read this awesome book about a girl and a vampire last weekend. Go stand in the sun, just to make sure you're not some sparkling vampire," I pushed him over to his window after nonchalantly throwing my laptop on Edward's unmade bed. It launched into the air, so I held my breath until it landed on the bed again, I then exhaled a shaky breath.
Edward's abs were very obvious and refined through his white wife-beater and his muscled chest stood out even more.
I had never noticed Edward to be so muscular. Huh. He must've started working out or something.
I tried dragging him across the room to his window, but instead he stood still, crossing his arms in front of his very nice chest. I couldn't get him to move even an inch.
Damn, he's strong.
His cold stare penetrated my eyes and I felt him look disapprovingly at me.
"I brought my laptop, okay? We can transfer it all to your computer and then you can read it. I'm sorry for not giving in earlier; I just don't want you to use this against me it's all. It's not that I don't trust you, you're my best friend and I love you and I know you'll never give this to anyone without my permission and shit and-" and then my head was against that very hard chest.
Wow, it's even nicer in person.
He let me go and then lifted his pinky into the air. We used to do this when we were children and we had a little argument. We'd just extend our pinkies and link them, and everything would be okay again.
I linked mine to his like we've done so many times and smiled up to him, relieved to find a smile on his face as well.
I hugged him once more, calmed by his scent and manly-ness. One hand held my head against his chest while the other pulled me against him from around my waist.
I let go and grabbed my laptop from his bed, handing it over to him with a bow. He chuckled.
"Very funny, Swan. As if I don't know you have an untraceable password on that thing," he grabbed it anyway and sat down at his desk.
I grabbed a chair from in front of his closet. It was used to keep the door open but it was more often than not situated underneath my butt.
"Damn, why can't I ever fool you," I jutted out my bottom lip and used my puppy-dog eyes. Only if they worked on him.
"You're incorrigible," he turned my face towards the laptop by my chin and I started typing.
~Stay~
"But Evan had just used that pen there and lost it, and now he's using the same one?"
"What makes you think he's using the same one? He could've just grabbed a new one,"
"No he couldn't. In chapter 7 you said he'd only brought one pen since his teacher had stolen his other one,"
"Oh, right,"
"You should either remove the thing about bringing only one pen, or that the teacher stole it,"
"Which do you think I should delete?"
"I kinda liked that the teacher stole his pen, I mean, it's happened to me before. First he asks if he can use my pen, he does and then he walks away with it. People could have a serious laugh about it. Just leave that in,"
"Okay, boss,"
"It's your book, okay? If you like the other option more, you should go with that one. I'm just here for emotional support and I have a clear view,"
"Thank you so much for helping me; I would've never seen this mistake because I've read it completely so many times already,"
"I know,"
~Stay~
Edward had started reading my book three weeks ago; he'd check a chapter a day and tell me to correct something if necessary. He'd never slipped up in front of our friends and the single doubt I had, had completely disappeared.
"Could you pass me another sample?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Sure, which one did you do already?"
We were in our Biology class, one of the few classes we were sharing. Not only were we sharing the class, we were lab partners too.
"The left one," I pushed the glass with the onion root over to him while he was busy looking through the microscope. I took the time to ogle him. Edward had changed. A lot. It was like he went from a 17 year-old boy to a 17 year-old man in the time lapse of a couple of weeks. He used to be this skinny and lanky kid, and he grew out to be this muscular and lean man. I noticed only a week ago that many girls my age are watching him with open mouths, close to drooling. It makes me a little possessive; I don't want to lose my friend to any of those empty-headed cheerleaders.
Yes, many of the oglers are cheerleaders.
I see now that he could indeed be considered handsome; the bronze colored hair and striking green eyes, his gentlemanly ways and that damned crooked smile. I'd never even looked at him that way before. Edward had always been cute; the little dimple in his right cheek that showed only when he was laughing so hard he'd cry, the chubby arms he used to have until the age of twelve that he claimed was "something to keep me from getting hurt when I fall", and last but not least the hair. The hair that had to be tamed once a month by a pair of scissors, and even then it wouldn't ever do what Edward wanted it to do.
I shook my head to try to remove the thoughts.
"Thanks for the breeze," he was talking about my hair causing a breeze of cold air to flow his way "but I'm pretty cold already. I appreciate it though," he chuckled while looking into the microscope observing the last sample.
The school said that to save expenses they had to cut on the heaters. My dad was a member of the PTA so I knew the real story; the heaters were broken and the school didn't have enough savings to repair them. They had advised the students and teachers to dress extra warmly.
Because it's still Forks.
I liked the cold; the opportunity it gives you to snuggle in bed for a long time, or wear onesies and blankets in the house. Not to mention to cuddle up with a book in a loveseat watching how the backyard gets coated by a layer of white deliciousness. That is until the snow would freeze to the ground and create a seemingly ever-lasting skating rink that I had to challenge every day to get to school; not so great when you're vertically challenged.
"Sorry," I apologized. I breathed into my hands, trying to warm them up. I'd forgotten my mittens at home and my hands were getting pretty numb. A week ago the cold had set in, and at that exact moment the heaters decided to quit.
"Come here," he motioned for me to put my hands in his after he'd removed his gloves from his hands. His hands were warm and his slender fingers were soft. I scooted my stool closer to his, making it easier to read and keep my hands warm at the same time. We read a part about the onion roots we were observing the samples of, while Edward rubbed my hands warm. It was really sweet of him, but that's just how he was.
"Can you hand me the tweezers?" Edward said. We had to grab a little diced piece of onion and put it next to the cells on the glass.
"Sure," I grabbed them, but two of my still numb finger tips were pricked by the sharp ends of the tweezers.
"Fuck," I scolded and put my fingers in my mouth.
"Let me look," he pried my fingers from my mouth. It immediately began to bleed again. Soon I felt a warm, thick liquid trickle down one of my fingers.
Don't look, Bella. Don't fucking look.
"Mr. Banner, Bella pricked her finger and it's bleeding pretty badly," Edward called out.
On 3, 2, 1, hyperventilating activated.
On 3, 2, 1, looking down at bloodied finger.
"Bella, don't look," Edward knew I couldn't stand blood. Mr. Banner came over quickly, anxious that finally something exciting happened within these four boring walls.
"Edward, could you take Bella to see the nurse?"
"Sure, Bella come on," his voice faded away a little.
The only thing I could see was my bloodied finger, and the only thing I could feel was the trickle of the blood down my finger, over and over again.
"Bella!" Someone exclaimed when the darkness claimed me.
A/N: Isn't he sweet? Warming up Bella's hands when they're cold? Aww, I need an Edward of my own.
Please tell me what you think :) ~Nathalie
