Yes, I know I am lame for not updating. Yes, I'm trying to do better. Yes, life gets in the way.
and I was reading Maximum Ride and could not FOR THE LIFE OF ME put the books down and focus on twilight. So I think after I finish this story and BB&B, I'm going to be doing some one-shots on Maximum Ride. Fang and Max will be getting a lot of attention from Brooklynn10 lol
So here we are.
Enjoy.
This kiss.
This kiss was everything you would ever need, want, desire in a kiss.
His lips were like a scarlet ribbon, perched on mine.
This kiss was a reason to live for.
Thank you Faith Hill for singing a song about this kiss.
I'm sure his hands were on my back, pressing his fingers into me like I was putty in his hands.
Which I was.
My cheek was pressed up against his shoulder as we shared the perfect kiss.
I saw happy times in this kiss.
Kissing him.
His taste was him.
Not mint, not beer, just him.
A mixture of a scent that made up the essence of Edward.
A fuck-taste, if you will.
This kiss.
I couldn't get over it.
The. Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
"You're taking all my energy, I need something to drink," Edward whispered against my lips.
"No," I said calmly as I tugged on his lips with mine.
Keep playing with me.
Keep playing that we were normal.
That we were happy.
That we were a couple.
That we weren't fooling ourselves.
Kiss me again.
He saw the look in my eyes, the woman begging him to end all her fears and doubts with a kiss. He brushed his nose on my cheek lazily as he puckered his lips on my skin.
I felt like I could melt into a puddle, lazily happy and dreamily content.
He laced his fingers with me and pulled me to the bar, taking his sweet lips with him, as we sat on the stools and ordered drinks.
Damn.
A beer was placed in front of me.
I licked my lips and made out with the bottle as the bitter drink ran down my throat.
"Hey, Ed, mind giving me a hand?" I heard from the stage. Edward nodded and ran to help him carry instruments that took more than one set of hands to carry. I went back to my beer, knowing full well that I was intoxicated.
Intoxicated of him.
Intoxicated of my drink.
Intoxicated with life.
After a few moments, Edward returned and sat down, taking a sip of his beer.
We ended up on the dance floor a few moments later, swaying.
Back and forth.
The lights were dim, smoke surrounded us, and everything was hazy.
I wasn't complaining.
My arms were around his neck, his hands wrapped lazily around my waist.
I floated with the music.
With Edward.
He slowly grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest, his hand holding it there, while his other hand became firmer on my back.
We were dancing.
We slowly circled and I rested my head on his shoulder.
He led.
I followed.
No words.
Just dancing.
Music.
Eyes drooping.
The music stopped and started to get up-tempo.
But we still danced slowly.
Swaying.
The lights twinkled.
And we continued on with our dance.
"So…"
"So…" I countered.
"Wanna go streaking?"
"Fuck. Yes."
Edward pulled my hand and led me out of the bar, the bartender screaming at us to pay the bill, but we ignored him.
We were young and stupid.
Let's drink to that.
We walked for awhile until we were in a neighborhood; much like the one Charlie and Renee lived in, and stopped us. Edward tore off his shirt and waited for me. I fumbled with my jeans over my shoes and then ripped them off completely.
His pants were next to go.
I bit my lip.
Next, my underwear.
His eyes never left mine.
His boxers.
He was naked.
Now it was my time to join him.
I took a breath and tugged off my shirt.
The last thing left was my bra…
I pulled all my hair to one side and turned away from him and then peeked at him, questioning silently. He brushed his fingers softly down the strap until he was at the latch and then carefully, he unhooked my bra.
Piece by piece.
And then it fell off my body.
I fought the impossible urge to cover my chest up.
"Come on," He whispered against my hair. I turned and met his eyes, the trust completely with him, and my fears vanished for a split-second. "It's just you and me."
Him and I.
I smiled and choked back the surge of emotion starting to clog my throat.
And then Edward pulled out his iPhone and played music out loud. First it was "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell. We danced and sang down the street, skipping and showing off. Next was "The Space Between" by Valencia.
"Echo" by Gorilla Zoe.
"Starstrukk" by 3OH!3
I was laughing.
He had his arms around me.
We were naked and walking.
And that's when I saw them.
The red and blue lights flashing.
And instead of freaking out, I laughed.
Edward and I fell into each other laughing.
Because chances were that we would get caught streaking and Charlie would be on patrol tonight.
Can you go to jail for indecent exposure?
"Stop where you are!" We heard a megaphone speak to us. Edward put us behind a parked car and put me behind him, covering my body with his. My arms went instinctively to my chest, thinking about how far our clothes were where we began.
A mile?
Maybe two?
I saw the officer walking toward us, his flashlight pointing at Edward's torso, Edward still making sure I was out of sight.
"What the hell are you two kids doing?" I recognized that voice.
It was Tom Hallaway. Dad's friend at the Police Department. He had come over to dinner a few times with his wife, Cindy, and their daughter Jill. Nice family, perfect just like ours looked like from the outside. But Jill told me that her mom was always gone helping her sick grandmother and Tom was working overtime for a promotion. They were just like us: perfect from the outside.
And that's when I decided to change that.
"Edward?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"RUN!!!!" I screamed and took off back the way we came. Tom shouted at us to stop and then got into his cruiser to chase us but we were already in bushes and shrubbery, hiding.
"Nice thinking," Edward huffed.
"Well, did you have a plan?"
"Yeah, I was going to let you seduce him so I could steal the car."
"I thought you were the whore," I replied.
"Oh that's right. You're the cancer patient who runs naked from cops."
"Sounds about right."
We waited until we didn't hear any cars around or see any car lights and walked back to our clothes. We joked and teased, laughed and sighed, and fought and swore. We dressed hurriedly, claiming we needed to find a place to sleep. We looked around, not sure where to go, and then out of nowhere….
Tom shows up, flashing his lights and sirens wailing.
"Fuck my life," I groaned.
"Want to run again?"
"Want to carry me?"
"Want to drop dead?"
"Will do in a short time."
"Shut up."
"You have the right to remain silent."
"Shut up."
"Alright you two, I can hear you…" We heard Tom boom. He was a big man, the kind of cop you never wanted to go up against. Edward sighed and was the first to step out of the bushes, he held his hands up in surrender and the cop took a hold of him, frisked him and read him his rights, and then placed him in the car.
"Now you too, young lady," he called out to me.
Charlie is going to hate me.
Oh well, think of it as a parting gift.
I stepped out, chewing on my lip, and then held my hands up.
"Well look-y here, we've got Miss Isabella Swan!" Tom was cat-calling now.
"Er, hi Tom. How's Cindy?"
"She's fine, she'd hate to see me arresting you, but she's fine."
"Good…well you could always not arrest me."
"What would your father say to that?"
"He'd punch you and then tell you to go back to Academy and grow a pair."
"Couldn't have said it better myself." His mustache was just like Charlie's, bushy and scary. Whenever he used to kiss me on the cheek, I'd wince at the scratch marks I was sure would appear.
"Still have the whiskers, I see."
"Hey, respect the 'stache."
"Yes sir," I giggled while he patted me down. He stopped midway, eyeing me, and then straightened up.
"I don't think the Chief's daughter would try anything, even Isabella "The Runt" Swan."
"The Runt?" Edward asked from the cop.
"Hey, I told you, you had the right to remain silent, boy!"
Edward shut up rather quickly.
Hm. Maybe I'll have to try that sometime.
"So what's this whole streaking business about, anyways?" He chuckled.
"You always told me that I had a talent for shocking people," I replied.
"Well hell, how can I arrest you for bein' yourself?"
"Exactly Tom. Exactly."
"Nah, you're still coming with me." Tom put the handcuffs on my wrists and escorted me to the car. I sat next to Edward and sighed.
One of those "I don't know what I should be feeling sighs."
Did I fuck up?
Should I laugh?
Do I say I'm sorry?
Would it be wrong to ask Tom about Jill?
Am I going to jail?
"So let me get this straight, you two were out streaking…because Isabella is good at it?" His eyebrow was cocked in the rear-view mirror as he watched us.
"Isn't it customary to question the witnesses when they are alone?" Edward laughed.
Tom glared.
Edward shut up.
I tried glaring at Edward but just looked off like a pissed off kitten.
He chuckled.
Tom barked at him to make one more peep and he'd make sure Edward was placed in a cell where no one could hear his screams, where he couldn't see the daylight, and would never know how much time has gone by because no one would visit him.
Okay, so it was complete bull shit. I mean this is Forks we are talking about.
But that shut Edward up very quickly.
Hm. I can't do that.
Tom has skill.
He started the car and pulled away from the curb, waiting for an answer. Edward knew better than to speak and so I knew it was my turn.
"We just came into see my parents," I explained. "We had a few drinks before returning to the hotel—"
"Hotel? Why weren't you staying with your parents?"
"Tom…" I lectured. He knew exactly why. I'm sure Charlie had filled him in.
"Looks like you and Jill have a lot more in common than I thought."
"What? You disowning her too?"
"Bella, you know Charlie isn't disowning you. He's just not that great in showing his feelings. Why do you think your mom left in the first place?"
"Jill deserves better." Was my only response.
"She does…and I'm working on it."
"Work harder."
"You know what? I know Charlie will beat my ass if I bring you in," he pulled to the side of the road. "You're free to go, on the condition that you have to walk back to your car clothed."
"Thank you!" I squealed.
Looks like becoming a felon wasn't on my list after all.
Tom helped me out and then unlinked the cuffs. I rubbed my poor wrists and gave Tom a hug before he moved on to Edward. He didn't even wince, just wrapped his arms around me and tightened them for a quick squeeze.
"You have a good night now," he smiled.
Wait.
"What about Edward?"
"I said you were free to go, I said nothing about him."
"Tom!" Edward was nodding his head and I could already read his thoughts: I love my life, I love my life, I love my life.
"Goodnight, Bells," Tom said as he got back into the cruiser and started the engine. I stared agape at him and as he pulled away, I understood something.
He wasn't joking.
He was actually taking Edward to jail.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
I sprinted down the street…
Wait.
Where the fuck am I going?
I don't have a car.
I don't have a phone.
I don't have any money.
TO CHARLIE'S HOUSE THEN.
I knew we were a few blocks from the house as I started running again, forming a plan in my head. I jumped over bushes, leaped over trash cans, and burst up the hill to our house.
I couldn't breathe; the air burned my lungs and heart.
I couldn't walk; my legs were starting to wobble.
I burst through the lawn, opening the garage with my hands and sneaking in.
The Volvo?
No, that's Renee's prized possession, next to her baby-girl that is.
So the cruiser?
Bingo.
I took the extra keys off the rack in the garage and started the cruiser, praying that Charlie was still a heavy-sleeper, I flipped the car around and stomped on the gas, knowing exactly where I was going.
To the local jail cell.
I didn't think of the potential trouble I could get in.
For stealing a car.
For stealing a cop's car.
For stealing the Chief's cop car.
I am so fucked.
I left the keys in the ignition, the door ajar as I bolted into the station, running to the front desk and berating the secretary with information.
My words came out in pants.
"Edward….streaking….Cullen….Tom….arrested."
She squinted her eyes at me, probably assessing if I was insane of not.
"Isabella?" She asked, her voice nasally.
Cheryl.
"No time, Cherry. Just tell me where Edward Cullen is."
She typed a few things in her computer, looking at a few files, I started to drum my fingers I was becoming so impatient.
"He's not in the system yet, they must have just brought him."
Before she could finish I was running to the only place I could think of.
Interrogation room.
Bingo.
You're on a roll, Bella.
He was sitting there, listening to Tom, nodding and speaking seriously.
I didn't even know Edward had a "serious" face.
But it was defined, angular, and hot.
I knocked on the Plexiglas window and waited as Tom sighed and then came towards the door. Before Tom could answer the door, someone had their arm around my waist and was pulling me away.
I started screaming and floundering and flailing.
The guy didn't budge.
I was thrown into a cell and left before I could scream at him for making a mistake.
I was tired and panting and felt like the room was spinning.
Just sit down, Bella. Things will be fine. Take some breaths, clear your head, and you're fine.
I repeated the mantra a few times.
And then I paced.
And waited.
And paced.
And waited.
Finally Edward was brought in and put in a cell opposite of me.
"Well, looks like you aren't here to rescue me," he sighed.
I didn't say anything.
Because I didn't know what to do.
I was lost and confused.
I always had a plan.
Well not always… but usually I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I saw no light, no plan, and no optimism.
And that's when the tears came.
Sure, when it came to death, I could take it. When it came to having no plan, I cried like a baby.
Get it together.
I sunk to my knees and started sobbing, losing all control and dry-heaving.
"Shhh," Edward quieted me from his cell. "Calm down, we'll figure a way out." His voice was calm and soothing. Almost like his words floated through the air and rubbed my back and broke down. The tears were endless as Edward spoke calming words, I felt foolish and stupid, thinking of all my mistakes and where I was at the end of my life.
Nowhere.
I hadn't changed anyone's life. I hadn't saved anyone from anything. I hadn't even found a cure for anything.
I hadn't made a difference in the world.
And now it was too late.
My body shook and my teeth chattered as the saltwater ran down my cheeks, my hands kept wiping them away only to be met with fresh tears.
"Bella, baby, it's going to be okay," Edward said kneeling down so he was eyelevel to me. "Look at me."
I blinked back new tears and then slightly raised my eyes to him.
He looked glorious.
I swallowed back the lump in my throat and watched as his dark eyes looked deeply into mine. It wasn't romantic, it wasn't even mystical. It was just a guy trying to comfort a girl.
It was perfect.
"We're going to be fine. You're going to be fine."
I nodded and then sank further down until I was leaning on the bars, trying to focus on my breathing.
It was going to be a long night.
Poor B. & E.