My eyes fluttered open. I looked at my surroundings. The room is the same as ever.
I had a strange dream. The Grudge was getting attacked by an evil toaster, while I just sat there giggling like a maniac.
Weird, right?
I suddenly realized that Edward wasn't there. I saw a note on my night stand. I got up lazily, and I went to go get it. I picked it up. It said:
Dear Bella,
Sorry I wasn't there beside you. I had to go change my clothes, and tell Emmett I'm here—but not for the reasons he thinks. I'll be back soon.
Your loving boyfriend,
-Edward
P.S.
You said some amusing things in your sleep. ;)
I blushed. What did I say?!
"Shoot," I muttered. I grabbed my bag of toiletries, and walked to the bathroom. Alice wasn't here.
I closed the door. I stripped off my clothes, and stepped in the shower.
Did he hear me say 'I love you'? No, he wouldn't find that amusing. It must be that strange dream I had. I giggled at the image of the Grudge begging for mercy to the evil toaster.
I put on some strawberry shampoo and massaged through my hair.
I turned off the shower, and got out. I wiped myself with my towel. Oh, great. I forgot my clothes again. I wrapped my towel securely around me.
Please don't let Edward be there!
I went outside. Edward wasn't there. Thank goodness! I ran, tripping twice to the bedroom. I grabbed a blue spaghetti strap, black shorts, and my…other things. It was Saturday—no school. Finally! I put my clothes on, and headed for the bathroom.
-x-
I was in the kitchen making some cereal. I didn't feel like cooking. I jumped when I heard someone knock on the door.
"It's me!" a musical voice said from the other side of the door.
"It's open!" I yelled. I heard the door open, and there he was—my Edward. I smiled at him. "Good morning!"
He smiled crookedly at me. "Good morning," he greeted back. I sat down and started to eat my mushy cereal of Lucky Charms.
"Did you eat already?" I asked, while eating. He sat down next to me, pulling the chair closer to me.
"Yes," he answered. "I ate with some good entertainment." I looked at him.
"What does that mean?" I asked confused.
He grinned again. "Well, while I was eating, Emmett was throwing a fit in which girls in soap operas do." He chuckled. "It was when I told him I slept over at your dorm. Do you want to hear what he said?" I nodded eagerly. This is gonna be good, I thought."He said or yelled, "Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! How dare you sleepover at my little sister's dorm without asking me?!" I replied back, "You don't own her. Besides, Alice was there." That kind of calmed him down a little. Then he said, "Oh, good." I said slyly, "But only for a while." That made him angry again."
"He doesn't own me," I grumbled.
"That is very, very true. I own you." He smirked. I glared at him.
I demanded flatly, "Continue."
"Okay, okay. So Emmett yelled, "What?! Edward, you are going to be the unluckiest man—no boy—in this galaxy!" His yelling didn't offend me, though, love. I replied back, "We didn't do anything. Anyways, she wanted me to be there. I happily obliged."" I rolled my eyes at him. "Then he kept yelling out all these nonsense things, like "Protection, man! Protection!" and "If my little sister gets pregnant from you, I won't be the uncle!" He reminded me of an angry father—yours to be specific."
I grimaced. "Charlie is an overprotective father."
"That's why I like him. We both think alike when it comes to your safety," he told me.
"Uh-huh." I realized I was done with my cereal, so I got up and went to the sink to wash my bowl.
While I was washing the bowl, a pair of warm, muscular arms snaked around my waist. Edward started to put butterfly kisses on my neck. I couldn't breathe.
"Stop distracting me!" I demanded.
"I'm not distracting you, love. I'm just merely kissing you. Is that so wrong?" he asked innocently.
I muttered something unintelligible. I felt him smile against my skin. I dried the bowl with a towel, but Edward's kissing made me almost drop it. I put the bowl back in the cabinet. I turned around to face Edward.
"Um…" I think it's time to tell him.
He became worried. "What's wrong, Bella?"
"Ed…Ed—Edward…can I ask you something? Or tell you something?" I asked not meeting his eyes.
"Anything, love," he whispered. "Please look at me." I sighed and met his warm eyes.
I bit my lip. "I'm not sure how to tell you this…"
His face looked worried still, but there was something else—sadness maybe. "Don't worry, Bella. I'm not pressuring you in what you have to tell me." I smiled weakly at him, but then it faded. That made him look more worrier.
"I…" I couldn't get the words out.
"Bella?"
My gaze became blurry from the tears. "Edward…"
"Bella, what's wrong?!" he asked panicking.
"Don't panic, Edward… I'm fine," I assured him. The tears came pouring out.
"Please just tell me, Bella," he pleaded.
I gulped. "Edward…," I whispered. "…I…"
"Yes?" he urged patiently.
"I love you," I finally said. I felt him stiffen. I waited.
He still didn't say anything. I felt his arms loosen around me. I looked up at him. His face was shocked.
More tears spilled.
"Edward…," I whispered.
No answer.
He finally whispered, "Bella…" His eyes were still looking in mine, but still filled with shock.
I still waited…
"Why aren't you saying it back?" I whispered. My heart hurt more and more.
He looked away, and whispered back, "I…don't…know…"
My eyes furrowed in confusion. My vision became really blurry. "What does that…mean?"
He didn't answer. His arms left my waist. I felt empty.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Bella…," he said, "…you…"
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen!" I yelled—anger radiating off of me. "Why aren't…you…sa—saying it back?!" Why was I mad at this? Maybe it's 'cause you wanted him to love you back.
"I don't know if I love you back," he said. I froze. Then I couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed.
"I—knew—I shouldn't have—I feel—I knew…," I sobbed. Edward knelt in front of me.
"Bella…I—" he stopped. "Bella, please don't cry!"
"I shouldn't have told you," I kept saying.
"Bella…please…," he pleaded.
"No, Edward!" I shouted. I looked at him—he looked so pained; it hurt me badly. "I just said 'I love you'! I've been feeling it! I wanted to tell you so badly! But…"
"Bella!"
"Edward…I just told you that I loved you…and you not saying it back…" Why does love have to hurt so much? "…that really just…hurt…no it kills me…when you don't say it…back."
"Bella…please," he pleaded. I looked up at him; he was crying. "Bella…I'm…I don't…" The door suddenly busted open.
"Bella, Edward—I'm home!" Alice shouted. "I slept over at Rosalie's! You guys should've been there! It was—!" she stopped shouting when she saw the tragic scene in front of her.
She gasped. "Guys, what's wrong?! What…happened?! Bella…Edward! Somebody say something, before I go into shock!"
"I told him," my voice broke when I said that. She looked confused for a moment, then her eyes widened.
"What? But—but…you're supposed to be happy!" she said. "Not all sad and—!"
I interrupted her, "He doesn't love me back."
"Bella…," Edward whispered.
She gasped again. She looked at Edward. Then she became angry. "You…idiot!" She walked forward us, pointing a tiny finger accusingly at Edward. "YOU DON'T LOVE HER BACK?!" I didn't flinch back at her harsh voice. I felt nothing.
Edward looked at her—his tears spilling more. "Alice…not now," his voice broke. I hurt him.
Alice was outraged. "DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO?! You…" She shook her head sadly.
It was silent.
My heart wasn't broken. No, my heart was taken away…forever. I have no heart.
"Edward," Alice whispered breaking the silence, "she loves you. Can't you see that?"
"I…know…," he replied.
"Then why?!" she asked. "Why aren't you say—?!"
"Alice, stop." I got up. "I'm going in the bedroom." Edward stood up as well.
"Bella, please…I—"
"Just leave me alone, Edward," I said, and I went to inside the bedroom.
"Bella!" Alice and Edward shouted—when they shouted that, it sounded like music. But what do I know?
I closed the door, and sobbed. I walked over to my bed, and sobbed.
Sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed…
All I did was sob—not only for me…but for the fake love Edward and I had…
"Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime"
-x-
Sad, I know! My hands were tingling while I was writing it!
The last sentence is a sad quote I found about love.
Please…Review…so you can know what happens to them.
Will they still be together? Or will they fall apart?
Monica-san