I bet you fan girls would be squealing with joy when you figure out this is Edward's POV.
I am squealing now.
Edward's POV
"Aaahh!!" Bella screamed. We were sitting on the ground, in front of the couch.
I tried to keep my mouth shut from laughing. Bella was just so amusing.
Bella covered her eyes, muttering a string of profanities at me. "Edward, you…" I tuned her out.
Right now, the Grudge just took the girl out from the mirror behind her. Bella peeked at the screen—bad idea. She screamed again and jumped on my lap, hiding her face in my chest.
That's it I couldn't take it anymore; I laughed. She lifted her head up and glared at me.
"Freak you," she muttered.
I smirked at her. "You should really stop screaming. You wouldn't want anybody come banging on your door, yelling, "You rotten kids!"" I shook my head at her.
She giggled. "That's old people, Edward."
"Your point?"
Bella didn't listen to me. She still kept screaming. She tried to muffle her screams by covering her mouth with her fist, or hiding herself in my shoulder. I was enjoying this.
The movie wasn't really all that scary. I heard people—girls and wimpy boys in particular—say this movie was scary, so I rented it for Bella and me to watch. But I didn't find the movie entertaining, although I was still enjoying myself. I had my own source of entertainment.
Then an idea came into my mind. The movie was coming to an end. Bella was on my lap, looking at the screen with scared eyes. That made my plan easier. I put my mouth near her ear and started to make those sounds the Grudge makes. She screamed and jumped off my lap.
I started to laugh uncontrollably. She glared at me.
"That wasn't funny!" she snapped at me. She turned her body to the screen, but when she saw the Grudge crawling down the stairs in an unusual way, she whimpered softly and turned away. I regretted what I did to her.
She really is scared. She might have nightmares.
I silently crawled to her. I whispered in her ear, "Bella?" She obviously wasn't aware of my presence, so she screamed again.
"Are you trying to scare me again?" she accused.
I looked into her eyes—trying to dazzle—in what she would call it—her. "Please forgive me," I pleaded. She looked a bit dazed but quickly shook it off.
"Stop trying to dazzle me!" Suddenly, her breath got caught. She blushed. What a blush… Why was she blushing? I felt her warm breath on me.
Oh!
We were inches apart—our noses slightly touching. I smirked. She gulped.
The movie was soon forgotten. I picked up the remote, not leaving my eyes from her, stopped the movie and turned off the T.V.
I kissed her. Her arms locked around my neck in a way showing that she would never let me go. I smiled against her lips. Her lips were soft, warm, and kissable. Did she have kissing practices or something?
Jacob Black.
I almost grimaced at the memory. I don't want to ruin the moment. Suddenly, she became more eager. I responded back with eagerness, too. I pulled her closer to my chest, feeling her chest on me. I deepened the kiss. Then she opened her mouth, letting me in.
Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella…
We both pulled back, gasping for air. I rested my forehead on hers. I locked my gaze with hers. Her eyes showed this powerful emotion. It was something that made my heart skip a beat.
What is this feeling? This emotion? Bella…
I feel like I never want to let her go—not without a fight. But even with a fight, I would never let her go. I needed her. Heck, I wanted her! I'm selfish. I know some of my 'kind of' friends like her too, but I would never give her up. Do I just like Bella? Was it—was it something else? Something much more powerful? What is it?
I was suddenly aware of Bella's head on my chest. She's asleep. I took in her sleeping form.
She looks so beautiful. She looks so peaceful, too…
"Je t'aime..." I remember her saying to me earlier.
What did that mean? She never told me. If only I knew more French…
Bella. My Bella. That fits.
I grinned at that. She's mine… Nobody else's…
I heard Bella mumble something in her sleep. I remember that she sleep-talks.
She sighed. "Edward… My Edward…" I smiled so widely, that I might even put the Grinch to shame. I guess you're thinking the same thing, love…
"Edward…Edward…Edward," she kept on mumbling. I found a new hobby—hearing Bella sleep-talk and watching her sleep.
"Edward…I…" She was going to say something, so I listened attentively. "…Edward…I…lo—" The door opened.
"Bella, I'm home! Sorry, I was—!" She saw me. "What the heck are you doing here, Edward?!"
"I had a good day too, thank you for asking!" I said sarcastically.
"Well, it seems Bella's been rubbing off on you." She took in Bella's sleeping form. "Figuratively and literally." She smirked.
I blushed, and hissed, "Alice!" Bella stirred a little. I put my legs under her knees, and got up, holding her bridle-style. "I'm going to put her in bed. Okay?"
"I'm not a four year old, Edward," she spat at me."That's Emmett's job." I chuckled softly.
I went inside Bella and Alice's bedroom. I put Bella on her bed.
She whimpered. "Don't go," she mumbled. I put my mouth near her ear.
"I have to go," I said gently. She grabbed my arms and yanked me down a little. She's strong.
"I'll have nightmares. Since you suggested we watch that retarded movie, you could at least sleep with me. But not in that perverted way Emmett thinks," she mumbled. I was shocked on how Bella could say all of that clearly, even though she's very sleepy.
"Alice, won't—"
"It's okay, Edward," Alice said behind me. "I'm going to sleepover at Jasper's, anyways." My eyes widened at that. I quickly looked at her, with horrified eyes. "You idiot! Emmett and Rosalie's there too, you know! We aren't going to do unspeakable things like Emmett and Rosalie! Geez!"
"Good." Then I turned to Bella. She smiled tiredly at me, and she patted the spot next to her. I joined her.
She snuggled into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. "Thanks," she whispered.
I kissed her forehead. "Anytime, but aren't you supposed to do all those things you do before you go to bed?"
"Do I stink?" she mumbled in my shirt.
"No."
"Then no need."
"Okay."
"What about you?"
"Do I stink?"
"No."
I just needed to get up early to change into some fresh clothes. I wouldn't want Emmett assuming the wrong things, right?
"Goodnight, Bella," I whispered softly.
"'Night, Edward," she whispered back. Then I started to hum a lullaby to her.
I heard her murmur, "So pretty" before drifting off to sleep.
I smiled.
I tried to fall asleep, but I had a lot of questions in my mind.
What is this emotion? This longing I'm feeling for her?
What was that French sentence Bella said to me?
I saw how Emmett looked at Rosalie, and how Jasper looked at Alice. The way Bella looked at me…
Bella… My beautiful Bella…
I'm being redundant. Bella means 'beautiful' in Italian. The name speaks for itself.
I smiled at Bella, before drifting off to sleep as well…
-x-
I guess this was kind of short, huh?
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