Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, Amber Pacific own Poetically Pathetic, and Secondhand Serenade owns Vulnerable.
A/N: As always I hope you like this one, I wrote it rather quickly. The two songs in here are two of my personal favorites and they happen to fit nicely. I will upload link to them on my profile as well as links for the outfits.
I woke up the next morning with stiff eyelids and a headache that could only mean one thing; I spent the entire night crying. I know I shouldn't be mad at him, but I am. Driving drunk has devastating consequences. I went to the bathroom docked my I-POD, hit a random playlist, stripped, and stepped in the hot water just as Poetically Pathetic started playing.
Thinking of the words to say
I'd like to think that this was fate
Reference to a song you love
Spell confusion with a K
Like a star without its strings
I'm hanging here on these two wings
For that smile and those eyes. I'm falling.
How very true.
If time could stop how could I make this
more poetic when there's nothing more pathetic
to be said. You bring me out. Show me light I'm sorry
if I hide. I'm too afraid to look inside. You carry truth
and make me smile if it were you and me tonight I would
tame the stars and save the brightest one for you. For you.
He really is very sweet and a great kisser. I finished shaving and started shampooing when the nest song started…uuuhhh I clearly hit the wrong playlist.
Share with me the blankets that you're
wrapped in because it's cold outside
cold outside, it's cold outside.
Share with me the secrets that you kept in
because it's cold inside.
Cold inside, it's cold inside.
And your slow shaking finger tips show that
you're scared like me, so let's pretend we're alone.
And I know you may be scared.
And I know we're unprepared, but I don't care.
Tell me tell me what makes you think that you're
invincible? I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure.
Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable.
Impossible.
And cue the tears.
I was born to tell you I love you.
Isn't that a song already?
I get a B in originality and it's true I can't go on without you.
Your smile makes me see clearer if only you could see in the
mirror what I see.
By the time this song finished I was sobbing once again and regretting my decision to act to hastily. My brain was at war with itself. He made a mistake. The drunk that killed you parents made a mistake. I wrapped a towel around myself and started my makeup, putting on more than usual to cover up my red puffy eyes.
He didn't kill anyone. He could have and he paralyzed his passenger. I know and I'm sure he regrets what he did and he paid for it. Not as much as Tanya paid. I finished my makeup and got dressed just throwing on sweats and a hoodie; I don't feel like doing much more than that. I looked at my clock it was 7:30 and I was late. Deciding I would rather not walk in in the middle of first period and I detested being late, I laid back down and took a personal day.
I woke from a deep sleep at noon, I have never slept this late ever and it felt amazing. I went downstairs and made French toast and sausage, because, well it sounded good. When it was done cooking I curled up on the couch with my plate and watched reruns of 'Boy Meets World'.
Eventually my plate was empty and I was working on 'Golden Girls' reruns when my phone started vibrating. I had 17 texts, 5 missed calls, and 3 voicemails. I looked at the calls first three from Edward, one from Alice and one from Emmett. I didn't even bother with the voicemails and went straight to the texts.
Bella I'm sorry I should've told you. Please call me. –E
Bella what the hell where are you?-Rose
Come on Bella please. Let me explain. –E
Bella where are you? Please talk to me.-E
I'm a jackass OK! Just answer me or something!-E
Really Bella? You're ignoring me over something that happened before we met?-E
Where are you B?-A
Did you and Edward have a fight? He's driving me nuts!-A
Bella please talk to Edward he's driving Alice crazy and Alice is driving me crazy. –J
Squirt call Edward before I punch the fucker in the face!-Em
Bella I'm sorry for yelling. I love you. Call me. –E
He loves me? He said he loves me. Edward loves me? Do I love him? I don't know. How did this get so complicated? Just yesterday we were dry humping in my bed and now I love him, but I'm mad at him, I want to be with him, but I can't be with him. FML!
I need to hear him out. I sent a mass text telling everyone that I'm taking a personal day and sent one to Edward telling him to meet me here after school. I went to the kitchen and started washing the dishes from breakfast or lunch or brunch…something like that.
I decided that difficult conversations are better discussed over a meal, so I started cooking. I pulled chicken strips from the freezer and put them in the microwave to defrost. While I waited I went upstairs and changed, I didn't want Edward to know how miserable I actually was. I washed my face and re-did my makeup, brushed out and straightened my hair, then went downstairs and put the wings on a baking sheet and tossing them in the oven.
I went back upstairs and put on a pair of medium washed jeans, a navy colored button up, gray wedge heeled ankle boots, a pair of earrings and a silver necklace. I set out to look amazing and I do, my blouse accentuate my boobs making them look bigger, and my jeans hug my butt and hips in the most delicious of ways. I unbuttoned two buttons, looked at my watch it was 3:30 Edward should be here soon. I went downstairs and read a few pages of To Kill a Mockingbird.
Five pages later there was a knock on the door; I stood slowly and walked to it as gracefully as I could, which isn't very. I answered the door and nearly gasped when I saw Edward standing there. He. Looked. Gorgeous. He was wearing black jeans, a black thermal shirt with a black Metallica 'Justice For All' T-shirt on top, and it was raining so his hair was wet and messier than usual.
Eventually our eyes caught one another and I blushed realizing not only had I been caught checking him out, but he was checking me out at the same time. "Would you like to come in?" I asked. He nodded and entered the foyer.
"That color looks beautiful on you Bella." He said with a small smile. I mumbled thanks and lead him to the kitchen, motioned for him to sit down and continued with dinner. I took a large bowl from the cabinet, added a little butter, put it in the microwave and melted it. I pulled the chicken from the oven and the hot sauce form the fridge, adding the sauce to the melted butter, then the chicken. I swirled it around and added the chicken to two separate plates. I took a bottle of ranch dressing from the fridge and some celery. Added the ranch to two small bowls and rinsed off a few stalks of celery. Edward came up to me and took the plates and bowls to the table, while I grabbed glasses and a carton of milk from the fridge (we would need it) and a handful of napkins.
We started eating and Edward moaned his satisfaction, I smirked internally. "Bella we need to talk about that article you read." He said wiping his hands on a napkin. I nodded encouraging him to continue. "I was busted for drunk driving after we went off the road and into a ditch. I wasn't driving though, Tanya was." I looked at him with a confused expression so he elaborated. "I was drunk too, but she was the one driving. The wreck sobered me a little I knew she had points on her license and had been caught driving under the influence once. So I got out lifted her and put her in the passenger's seat. It wasn't until later that we learned her feet wouldn't move." He took a breath and a drink of his milk. "She moved to the East coast, Boston and I haven't heard from her since." Edward finished talking and looked at his hands.
He wasn't driving. He wasn't driving! "Edward. This wasn't your fault. She was driving. Granted you shouldn't have been drinking at all, but accidents do happen." I spoke as gently as I could.
He smiled at me humorlessly. "Does it really matter whose fault it was? A girl lost the use of her legs and even though I wasn't driving I still have a hand in the blame. I am the son of a doctor! I've heard the horror hospital stories for years of what happens when you drive under the influence!"
I walked over to him and straddled his lap facing him, grabbing his face in my hands. "Crap happens Edward. You're human and humans make mistakes. All the time." Before I could say anything else Edward crashed his lips to mine and gave me the most passionate and powerful miss I had ever felt. He was putting every emotion he had into that kiss and I was going to let him vent.
He pulled away and looked me square in the eye "Bella I know we haven't known each other very long and I might be moving a little fast, but I love you." I looked at him shocked I thought he had been saying it to grab my attention, so I'd text him back, but he hadn't, he'd meant it. "I know I'd texted it to you earlier and at the time I hadn't meant to. I'd meant it, I just didn't-" I cut him off with another kiss, this time I was the one venting my emotions. I kissed him softly and sensually. I poured out more emotions in that kiss than I have ever expressed in my life. I was in love with Edward Cullen and I didn't care if the whole world knew it.
A/N: You know what's better then a soaking wet Edward Cullen? Reviews!