Chapter 14 - With You
'Cuz with every kiss and every hug, you make me fall in love, and I know I can be the only one - Chris Brown
One hour, one more hour.
Just one episode of Gossip Girl, just one episode of What Not to Wear, just one single runway show.
Even as Alice told herself this, she still couldn't stop the shaking running through her body. Her brown Tory Burch feet tapped with excitement and her dark wash ultra skinny Calvin covered knees wobbled in anticipation.
Crossing her ankles, Alice leaned up against one of the far walls of the terminal at La Guardia Airport in Queens to rest her head.
How was it possible to be this tired and excited at the same time?
Sleep was minimal even with the help of Jasper's clothing. After a week, the honey-southern smell disappeared leaving Alice with a worthless piece of cotton with the words Abilene High Varsity Football in bold across the front.
It didn't help that Alice had been throwing herself into work. Yeah, that really didn't help with the whole less sleep thing.
She figured, if she worked harder, longer, she wouldn't be so distracted. It was easier to bury herself in Polaroids of one hundred pound models than addressing her feelings.
It's not that they were bad feelings, per say. They were just confusing, and hard to make sense of.
So she packed them away, just like her Marc Jacobs floral bikinis.
It scared her, to be missing someone so much. To be depended on someone else made her nervous. When she was nervous, her cuticles took a beating…
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Alice had never really loved anyone before. Not the boy she shared her first kiss with, not her high school boyfriend / fellow prom royal.
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Did she love him? Is that what this discomforting pain had been? Longing?
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It had to be. She had never felt it before. It wasn't like when Rosalie or Bella had to leave for work. It was nowhere near when she left her family for college. Sure she missed her mom and her younger brother, but it didn't compare. That was being homesick...this was a longing.
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But what would he say? What if he didn't return the same feelings? What would she do then?
"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?" Bella asked nervously as she followed Edward into the kitchen of his restaurant.
The restaurant was closed for the night, and Edward had forgotten some papers from his office. He was meeting his bank advisers to talk about the possibility of making the restaurant larger because of the increase in diners.
"Bella your joking right?" Edward said raising his eyebrows in a way that said 'are you stupid?'
"I know you can be here, but is it okay that I'm here," she said exaggeratedly stretching out the "I'm."
"Well since I happen to own this establishment, I'd say yes it's okay that my wonderful girlfriend is here," he said kissing her cheek and walking into his small office in the far side of the kitchen, leaving Bella to stare at the cookware.
"Oh, wonderful huh?" she shouted over her shoulder as she examined the intimidating steel and metal.
"Yep," she heard him shout back as she ran her hand down the Viking stove that was attached to the wall. She couldn't imaging cooking on something like it. The Viking brand was like the Versace of cookware
It was so quiet in the kitchen, that Bella jumped when she heard Edward from behind her.
"Do you want to make something with me?"
"Ehmygosh! Can I? Please, please, please!" Bella asked jumping on the balls of her flat Isabel Murrant black knee high riding boots.
"Didn't I just say you could?" he asked smiling her favorite crooked smile as he leaned on the opposite counter.
Squealing like a five year old during Christmas, Bella placed quick kisses on Edward's lips and than ran off to wash her hands.
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"Remember to tuck your fingers under, hun," Edward said as he turned on the range. Bella decided she wanted to make crepes since it was nine o'clock and therefore too late for a big dinner.
"Edward it's just a pairing knife," Bella said laughing as she continued to cut the strawberries for the filling.
His overprotectiveness was cuter than Selena Gomez and Taylor Lautner's rumored relationship.
"I just don't want you to cut yourself, okay? That knife is really sharp and all," he said trying to defend himself.
"Don't worry yourself. I just finished," she said slidding the last strawberry slice off the wooden cutting board and into a metal mixing bowl. After shaking the fruit with suger, she walked over to were Edward was standing.
"All done Chef," she said placing the bowl on the counter next to him and kissing him on the cheek as he laughed.
"Do you want to flip it?" Edward asked pointing to the small skilet were a thin layer of crepe batter was cooking.
"Yeah, but um, how do I do it?" she asked confused. She didn't really want to get batter all over her crisp light blue fitted Ralph Lauren button down.
"Stand here," he said sliding her in front of the range and moving to stand behind her. "I usually put the rag around the handle so I don't burn myself," he said raping the handle of the pan with the dish towl.
"Tilt and shake the pan away from you like this, so the batter releases from the bottom of the pan," he said putting his hand over hers so that their hands were overlapping.
The way his back was pressed against hers and the way his hand was squeezed around her small hand, made it really hard for Bella to concentrate. She was hearing about half the words that were coming out of Edward's mouth while goosebumps ran up her neck from their closeness.
"Uh - um okay," she stuttered doing as he instructed.
"And then flick your wrist up really fast," he said.
Trying to concentrate more on the 350 degree pan in front of her rather than her hot x 10 boyfriend behind her, Bella flipped the pan with Edward's help and watched as the pancake-like circle flipped in the air, landing on its opposite side.
"Nice! I might have to hire you," Edward said grinning at her and pulling her in for a quick kiss.
Rubbing her drooping eyes with her hands, Alice checked the airport's techno board for the list of arrivals. When she spotted flight number 205B from London and the words Just Landed next to them, Alice did a mental happy dance since she was too tired to do a real one.
Shrugging on her fitted brown Topshop leather jacket and grabbing her tote from the ground, Alice walked over to where she would be able to meet the man she had been losing sleep over for the past week.
Alice wanted to get closer to the gate, but the security guards stopped her with a stare down.
With a frustrated huff, Alice took a step back and mentally smacked herself for not wearing heels as she stood up on the tips of her toes to search for Jasper.
It helped that Jasper was six foot four, because Alice spotted him easily as he made his way past the guards.
"Jasper!" she shouted a little to loud. But could you blame her? Really?
Squeezing past annoyingly large people with horrible fashion senses, Alice ran over to him.
Alice didn't care if she looked stupid or if old laddies were looking at her like she had lost her mind.
Jumping into his arms, she rapped her legs around his waist as he caught her effortlessly and buried her face in his neck, breathing in the scent she had been missing.
"I missed you," Alice whispered kissing his neck.
"I missed ya too...every single day," he said walking over to the side of the wall and throwing his duffel bag on the ground to get out of the crowd.
As he walked, he never let go of Alice. She didn't want him to either. She was so happy to have his arms around her again, it just felt right. He felt like home.
Alice's mind spun with confusion as they clung to each other. Should she...
a) tell him about her feelings now
b) tell him about her feelings later
d) ask him about the shows and tell him later
c) act cowardly and just say that she missed him over and over again
Alice decided to be brave and bite the bullet.
Slipping down from his waist, she tried to stand up. Confessing her feelings would be easier with a clear head.
She giggled as Jasper tightened his hold around her back, not letting her feet touch the ground.
"Nope, I'm not lettin' go yet," he breathed into her neck, kissing her sweetly. "A week is too long to be away from ya, way too long."
His words made tears prick in her almond shaped eyes. What had she done to get such an aaa-dorably, amazingly sweet boyfriend? His touch calmed the iner nervous reck that was threatening to escape.
Laying her chin on his shoulder so he couldn't see her face, Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Jazz, I think I'm in love with you," she whispered.
As Alice held her breath for his response, she felt him tighten his arms around her and let out a small chuckle.
What? W T Flipin' F!!!
To say that Alice was caught off gaurd didn't even cover it. Did he think she was joking? Did he think she was a joke?
"Why are you laughing at me?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling slightly. It wasn't exactly the easiest thing she had ever said, and he was standing there laughing?
"I'm just laughing...'cause I've been fallin' for you since the day we met darlin.'"
Ahhhhh!!! MAJOR CHEESE ALERT!!! MAJOR CHEESINESS ABOVE!!! I still thought it was cute x 10. Did you guys?
Sorry about it being shortish, but I didn't want to add in any Rosalie/Emmett since you already had two chapters of them.
Congrats to EVERYONE who reviewed! You guys all knew the Devil Wears Prada line. I'm so proud (**fake snifs and crys happily)
The next piece of news is really sad, so is everyone sitting down??? I'll wait...
Okay, the next chapter is going to be the last one since we are getting close to New Years here. I've always planned for the story to end at the end of the year (in the story duh!) It's really sad, but I don't want to continue to stretch out the story. The plot was just supposed to be about the characters finding love and they did. Usually stories that are really happy and cheesy ( i.e. 'The City') start to get really boring after a while and I don't want my story to become boring. More news...
I came up with an idea for a new story with the French Open going on right now. The French Open is tennis...Maria Sharapova...Ringing a bell here??
Please review if you think it's interesting and maybe would like a story about it. I probably won't write for a while. My PC and I need a tiny Fanfiction break, but I won't be able to stay away for ever. That's a pinky swear!
Ready...and...
Match Point: Seventeen year old Alice Brandon is a rookie in the world of tennis. The American's main focus and drive is to win a grand slam...Wimbeldon. Will she be able to handle a distraction in the form of nineteen year old, fellow American, double US Open winner and notorious southern ladies man, Jasper Whitlock? All Human Characters.
Sooo??? Please send your thoughts and feedback!
As always thank you for reading
xoxo
Lex