Lamb On The Lam In The City Chapter 14: Use Somebody, a twilight fanfic

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Songs For This Chapter

Use Somebody - Kings Of Leon

All Characters Belong To Stephenie Meyer

I groaned as I placed my elbow on the counter and slouched in my seat. Work was killing me. I had been alone at The Daily Grind since 5:30 this morning. Edward couldn't help due to the doctor's appointment he had to get his casts off.

It had been two weeks since our big fight at Sweet Ups, and it would be an understatement to say things started out rough. Being with Edward took a lot of patience and understanding, but I was the first person he really cared about, and honestly, he was the first guy I ever fell in love with. To make up for his gigantic screw up, he made a point to dedicate at least one song to me every night while he and Jasper played. To everyone's surprise, they caught the attention of a small record label that sent a representative from California.

Edward was thrilled. He had come to the decision that even though he could begin playing sooner than he expected, he would rather keep Jasper around. He had made such a great deal of progress with everyone that we all sometimes forgot how shut down he used to be. This Edward was a different person; he was witty, outgoing, humorous, and incredibly caring. However, he often did let his old ways show by brooding over everything.

I was broken out of my thoughts by the obnoxious bell ringing to indicate someone, the someone turning out to be Edward, had entered the shop.

"Good morning, my beautiful, talented, amazing girlfriend," he greeted with his hands hidden behind his back.

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, still grumpy from the morning rush.

"What did I do now?" His face fell as he sighed. He had a habit of assuming that every bad emotion I felt was attributed to his actions. Edward Cullen thought the world revolved around him.

"I'm just tired, and I missed you," I said as I walked around the counter. I smiled up at him before pressing my body against his, wrapping my hands around his waist. I sighed in contentment, and then felt something that caused me to jump back. His hands were no longer covered in plaster and were currently splayed across the small of my back.

"I've got hands now." He smiled and winked at me suggestively. Edward and I had gotten into the habit of spending most of our nights together, either at his place or at mine. We had perfected the art of kissing each other, but his lack of hands prohibited anything more. However, now that his hands were free, there was nothing stopping us from exploring each other fully.

"My place or yours?" I asked with a smirk.

"Mine. I don't want to subject poor Angela to anything," he said as he placed a small kiss on my forehead.

Angela had moved in a week ago, after Jacob had finally left. I'd told him he didn't have to go back to Forks, but he had to get the hell out of my apartment. I never saw Angela during the day because either I was with Edward or I was working, but we saw each other almost every night at the bar.

"I have to go meet Jasper to discuss some things. Meet me at my place after work." He pressed his lips softly against mine, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back. I let out a small sigh when he pulled apart, missing the connection immediately. He left, and I was once again alone to daydream, this time of what the night would bring.

I clutched the small bottle of wine tightly as I lifted one hand to knock on Edward's door. He opened it faster than I expected, causing me to jump slightly in surprise. Even more surprising was the fact that I hadn't dropped the bottle. We greeted each other with a chaste kiss before I entered the apartment.

"I got us some wine to celebrate your free hands," I said with a smile as I placed the bottle on the island in the kitchen.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so that you can have your way with me?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"You wish," I laughed as I sat down in his brown chair.

He shook his head as he chuckled, which caused me to smile at the thought that this beautiful man was mine.

"What's got you all smiley?" he asked as he kneeled in front of me, resting his body in between my thighs.

"Just you," I replied simply as I leaned forward to press my lips against his. This kiss was different from all the rest. It held the promises of something more than dry humping like teenagers. The thought of Edward Cullen naked sent a shiver up my spine, causing me to moan against his lips. Suddenly his lips were pressing harder against mine, his tongue fighting for dominance against mine. His fingers were tracing light circles on the back of my neck, which spurred me on further. I began to unbutton his shirt when his hands flew to mine, holding them still.

I pulled away from him with a confused look in my eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned by his sudden reaction.

"I can't," was all he said as he stood and sat in the love seat opposite the chair.

"You can't what?" I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Rejection was never my friend, especially when it came from my own boyfriend.

"I can't have sex with you." His eyes immediately found mine, and I could see the pain, the struggle he was going through. I decided that telling him my feelings for him could possibly help ease him.

"I love you. I know that we've barely known each other for two months and have been together for less time than that, but I know how I feel about you. I love you." As soon as the words left my tongue, he froze. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, and I could see his lips moving as if he were speaking to himself.

"Edward? Do you feel the same?" I asked hesitantly after what felt like an eternity of awkward silence. I bit my lip in anticipation of his answer, any answer.

Silence once again fell over the room. I could hear his breathing from where I sat, and it was anything but steady. My face flushed at the realization of what I had just admitted. It was too soon to say those words, yet I thought they would be the answer to everything. There was no doubt in my mind of what I felt, but I did not stop to think that Edward might've felt differently.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I'll just go then." I stood hurriedly, searching for my purse, my fight or flight instincts overcoming me. I chose to flee.

Finally finding my purse, I made my way to the door, looking at the wall, the window, the floor, anything but Edward's eyes. Embarrassment and humiliation washed over me. It was obvious he didn't feel the same way, which was fine…I guess, but I had to get out of there.

The moment my hand touched the handle of the door, Edward called out my name, causing me to freeze. I didn't turn to face him, but I stood there waiting for what he wanted to say.

"I want you to meet my parents," he blurted out as he made his way over to me.

"Why?" I asked, scowling at the door, confused by his sudden reaction.

"Because I care about you deeply," was all he said.

I thought over that statement. It wasn't one hundred percent reciprocation, but it was enough for now. Coming from Edward Cullen, that was probably a huge break through, his admitting he cared deeply about anything let alone an actual person. Yes, this was huge for him.

"Okay," I said, finally turning around to look at him. I was nervous and still embarrassed about earlier but he squashed my uneasiness a bit when he closed the space between us and enveloped me in a hug.

"Will you still stay tonight?" he asked burying his nose and mouth in the top of my head.

I agreed, deciding to forget my earlier profession of love as best I could.

So apparently, his parents had been in town for a few days, and he had decided to attempt to reconcile with them.

"Hey, Bella?" he asked from his where he sat after we ate dinner, while he mindlessly strummed on his guitar.

"Hmm?" I responded as I put the last dish away and made my way over to join him.

"I wrote a new song, and I finally put some music to it this afternoon. Can I play it for you?" he asked with a smile. I nodded, still trying to pull myself together from the earlier incident.

I've been roaming around, always lookin' down at all I see.

Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.

You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you

And all you know and how you speak

Countless lovers undercover of the street

You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you

Off in the night while you live it up, I'm off to sleep

Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat

I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me

Somebody

(Go and let it out)

Someone like you

Somebody

Someone like you

Somebody

Someone like you

Somebody

"Wow," was all I said as I sat there, stunned by him. It was hard for me to fathom how one man could possess the talent to create such amazing music.

"I wrote it about you," he said as he put his guitar to the side. A smile lit up his face, and immediately the tension between us had somehow dissipated. "Do you like it?"

I decided to answer his question with a kiss.

We spent the rest of the night relaxing in his apartment, something we didn't get to do often because of our almost nightly gigs. When it came time for bed, I couldn't help but flush red thinking of our previous encounter in the living room. There would be no professions of love or joining of bodies tonight, just Edward in his boxers and me in one of his old, ratty t-shirts.

It pained me greatly to feel this way with him. Although my body was pressed against his as we slept, I couldn't help but feel as if we were miles apart. I fell asleep asking myself the same question over and over again. Could Edward Cullen ever love me in return? Could anyone ever love me?

I was awakened by the sound of Edward's doorbell ringing. I peered over at him to see he was sound asleep. Figuring it was just one of his family members, I made my way to the front door.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming. Jeez," I said as the knocking became more insistent. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, completely unprepared for what was waiting for me. I could tell that they were Edward's parents, as I remembered seeing them in the pictures of Rosalie's wedding.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen?" I asked, hoping they were just Edward's parents' doppelgangers.

"Yes, and you are?" Mrs. Cullen asked with raised eyebrows.

"Esme? Carlisle?" Edward asked from behind me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

There we stood, me in Edward's t-shirt and my underwear, and Edward in nothing but boxers, at the front door with his parents. What an amazing first impression I managed to make.

I promise my chapters will get longer from here on out, I was just struggling for a bit but now I'm back on track. Like I said earlier the more reviews the faster 15 gets put out! Now I'm off to write 17 for all of you lovely Ladies. Here's a little spoiler about chapter 16: there will be a lemon ;)