Being with Edward changed my life—in a good way. He's so…so…perfect. No wonder girls swoon for him—well at least some, as in not Alice, Rosalie, and Angela. He's gorgeous, wealthy,—but I don't care about that—a gentleman, and—and…so much more. Even if I had all eternity…it wouldn't be enough time to say how perfect he is. You may think I'm a giddy high school girl all excited for a boy, but I'm not.
I fall for Edward more and more—every time I'm with him…I fall even harder. But I'm scared of telling him. One: I'm not even sure this is love. And, two: I don't know how he'll react.
I asked Alice for advice. It came out weird:
"Alice?" I called. I was sitting on the couch, fidgeting.
She put her fashion magazine down. "Yeah, Bella?"
"Um..." I didn't even know how to explain it. "It's kind of hard to—to explain…this."
She gasped. "You're—you're…pre—pregnant?!" I quickly stood up.
"Wha—?!" I exclaimed, but her ranting cut me off. She was pacing around the room, glaring at me, and flailing her little arms around.
"Isabella Marie Swan! Do you understand the…the…very bad thing you just did? Is it Edward's? Oh, no! Don't tell me it's…that…you…cheated on him?! It's a sleazy guy's own baby?! Bella! I—!"
"Alice—wait—!"
"—can't believe you would do such a thing! Imagine what would Charlie, Renee, Emmett, and all the other people think?! You should have used protection! You didn't even listen to me! I freaking yelled it out! But did you listen to me? No, you didn't! Haven't you listened to those 'don't be under the influence' thingy?! The 'it must have been a typo, a typo' thing! The one with the cheesy classical moves! Gah! You—!"
"MARY ALICE CULLEN!!" I yelled cutting her off. Her eyes widened at my outburst. Normally, I would do this calmly, but this is very important. "One: I am not pregnant! Two: I didn't cheat on Edward with those sleazy guys who only think about sex and getting girls in bed! Three: I never even had sex with Edward. Four: I don't smoke. That's what living under the influence is…I think. How can you even think to that? You think low of me!"
"Oh. Sorry!" she apologized. "You were sayin'?"
I glared at her. "Before I was bombarded with these…rude conclusions, I was saying that…I…" I gulped.
"What??" she urged. That's one curious pixie…
"I'm…in…love…with…Ed—"
"Eeeeeeek!!!!" she shrieked. "It's finally come true!!"
"Wha…?"
"What the freak, Bells? For a smart person, who has Romeo and Juliet's lines memorized perfectly, you are so oblivious!" She shook her head in disappointment.
"Just tell me!!"
"Pushy! You two are finally together! Emmett and the others knew it, too. Our parents knew it would happen, also!" I blushed. Our parents…?
"Dang," I muttered.
"Trust me, Bella—it's fate. But what was your problem?"
I sighed sadly. "I don't know how to tell him. What if—what if he doesn't love me back?"
She scoffed. "He would be the most stupid person in the whole entire population of idiotic boys for him not to love you back. I mean, just look at you!" Her hands gestured over to my ugly figure. "Don't even think about thinking 'I'm not worth it, or I'm not beautiful'. You think low of yourself!"
That's because it's true… "But—!" She silenced me with her petite finger.
"No, Isabella! And if you really love him then…you'll know when the time is right…"
I thank Alice for giving me advice, but…I just don't get it! I sighed.
Someone knocked on the door. I jumped up to go get it.
"Who is it?" I hate saying that. What if it was a salesperson that will annoy you to death with their cheap products of doom?! We need to get a peephole…
"It's me," a velvet voice mocked my voice—which made my voice sound better.
"Hi, Edward!"
"Uh, hi, Bella…um…can we interact face to face…not uh, door to door?" I blushed. I opened the door. There will all his gorgeousness—Edward. I'm not obsessed with him! He just is gorgeous!
"Sorry."
He laughed softly. "It's okay. I like interacting door to door with a person."
"Ha-ha. Nice sarcasm." He smiled at me. "So, what are you doing here?"
His face looked hurt a little. "Do you want me to go? I can—"
"No! I was just wondering," I reassured him. It was really nice that he didn't want to leave.
"I just wanted to see you," he said with a big smile on his face. "Where's Alice?"
"Shopping." Crazy pixie…
"Annoying girl… How can she just…shop all the time? How can that be a hobby?" he asked.
"It is a hobby—for her at least. And Edward I would like to explain how shopping,"—I said the word like it was taboo—"is a hobby for girls and gay guys,"—he laughed at that—"but I'm afraid the boy mind wouldn't understand."
"Okay, okay. No teasing the boy species," he said. "Can I ask you something Bella? Or actually I need help with something—something important."
"Uh, okay."
"You see, Bella…I've been feeling a lot of powerful emotion for you. I—I don't understand it at all! I asked Emmett for advice—" I laughed. He asked his best friend, and I asked my best friend!
"Sorry. Just déjà vu. Go on."
He smiled before continuing, "And he gave me an…encouraging kind of advice." He grimaced at the memory. "He said, "Find out yourself, Edward. You need to find out yourself. Your kinda stupid for not knowing"." He made his voice deep and dumb…ish. "And ever since I asked you to be my girlfriend, I've been feeling it. Do you know what it is, Bella?"
Could it be…?
No! My pessimistic side argued.
Yeah…you're right…
"Here's the question, Edward: what do you think it is?" That question took him aback.
He sighed. "I'm confused."
I smiled at him comfortingly. "You'll find out, eventually."
He grinned. "Thanks." He opened his arms for a hug, which I happily obliged to. I leaned my head on his chest, and we stayed there for what it seemed like an eternity…but I didn't care.
I love you…I love you…I love you…I love you so much, Edward… Please love me back…
I just want to scream that at the top of my lungs to him, but I'm a coward. Every time I think of it, the same questions keep on bothering me: what if he doesn't' love me back? What if he throws me away?
I'm scared of getting hurt.
"Do you want to do something today?" Edward asked in my hair, breaking my thoughts.
"Like what?"
"Whatever you like, love."
"Movie?"
"Too public for me to kiss you." I giggled at that.
"Dinner?"
"Here or at some fancy restaurant?"
"I don't know. I don't want to go to some fancy-schmancy restaurant, where all the servers will be in your face going on and on like, "Are you finished with that sir or ma'am?", or "Would I suggest some blah-blah!" I wouldn't want any of the girls throwing themselves on you, either!" I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. Edward's hands rubbing up and down my back helped.
"Don't worry, Bella. We don't need to go. I don't want some cop arresting you for punching those poor, desperate girls. You can be violent sometimes." He shook his head in mock horror.
I mock sniffled. "You know me so well!" Then I smirked.
"What's with the sudden change of moods?" he teased.
I ignored him. "Maybe we should go to a fancy restaurant."
"What?" he asked confused. "You hate fancy-shmancy restaurants!"
"So, what?! Gives me an excuse to punch those girls' faces, and I get to break their plastic surgery noses in the process!" Yes, yes! It's all perfect. I felt like an evil scientist rubbing my hands, and laughing evilly.
"Bella, Bella," he sighed. "So innocent, yet a treacherous mind she beholds." He shook his head at me.
"It's a gift. Deal with it!" I said stubbornly. I let go of him, and crossed my arms for effect.
"You spend too much time with Alice. And get back here! I wasn't done hugging you, love!" I grinned at him, and returned to his strong, warm, muscular arms.
"You're so…so…belle," he murmured. (A/N: Like I said, my French is bad. So, I'll need some help with it.)
I blushed. "You're lucky I'm taking French classes." I looked up at him and grinned.
"J'aime vous rougir." He smiled his perfect grin. Stupid gorgeous, dazzling…person!
"My blush sucks!" Since he understands French…
"Edward?"
"Yes, Bella?"
"Je t'aime," I said softly. He didn't speak. I panicked. Does he…? I looked up at him. He was confused.
"I only know little French, love," he stated still confused. "What did you say?" My heartbeat quickened. What do I say?!
"Bella?" Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Oh! Saved by the bell…or knocking…
I let go of Edward. My breathing was ragged. Calm down, Bella! I'm sure he didn't notice!
I opened the door. It was Emmett. "Emmy! Whatcha doing here?" I asked trying to act casual.
He grinned at me. "Nothin' much! I was just—" He stopped when he saw Edward. He became angry. "—just going to drop by." He glared at him. "What are you doing here, Edward?"
Edward didn't react to his angry behavior. He smirked. "I can assure you, Emmett that I'm here for the same you are. Calm down, man." Emmett blinked then put on an apologetic smile.
"Oh, sorry, dude! Bella's my little sis', and well, you know how big brothers can get!" he said. I groaned.
"Over-protective older brothers? It's bad enough that they're idiots!" I turned to Edward. "Sorry, Edward! You, too! So, you don't get any special treatment!"
"I'm an idiot?" he asked.
"Er…sometimes."
"Don't worry, Eddie! I accepted it!" Emmett consoled him.
"Emmett," he sighed, "it's because you are an idiot."
"Hey!"
"And you gotta go! Buh-bye!" I announced pushing him out the door.
"Wha—wha—what are you doing, Bell?! He—hey! I don't—!" but he was already out the door. I heard him mumble, "They better not do anything. Ouch. Stupid, strong, sis'…"
"What was that?!" I yelled.
"None of your beeswax!" I heard him yell!
I giggled then turned to Edward. "Sorry about my idiot of a brother."
He smiled softly at me. "It's okay. I'm used to it." I looked in his eyes; they looked soft and caring, but…also wary. Shoot! He didn't forget!
"You okay?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, love," he answered, his eyes still wary.
"M'kay."
"Want to watch a scary movie?"
"I don't have any…"
"It's okay! I got one!" He held it out. It was—
"'The freaking Grudge two!" I shrieked. "What…the…heck…?"
He chuckled. "I just remembered I had it."
"Scary movies and I don't mix, Edward!" I whined. He walked over and hugged me.
"It's okay, love. I'm here. The Grudge won't crawl to you." My eyes widened. I let go of him.
"You're scaring me on purpose!" I accused. He smirked.
"Let's watch it!"
I muttered, "He better not make any of those weird sounds the Grudge makes…"
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