Well, my mom isn't letting my "wonderful writing skills" go anytime soon (I think she's already looking for a college for me, gosh I hope not… but if she is it better be around Forks, WA lol,) so that means chapters are going to be coming up real fast… I'd say sorry about that, but something tells me you guys don't mind ;D
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Sleepovers. If I had any say in the matter, I would never spend the night at anyone's house except my own. Alright, now maybe that isn't entirely true, if I could fall into Edward's arms every night, then I wouldn't mind spending the night at Alice's house every night.
But other than that, I despise sleepovers with a burning passion. Especially with Alice. But not this one. I loved this one.
-3 AM-
"Alright, Bella, what do you want to do now?" Alice asked in that chipper voice of hers.
I opened my eyes to glare up at her, since she had just interrupted what had to have been at least my tenth attempt at sleep.
I had gotten away with it once, but as soon as my Edward- filled dreams were getting good, she woke me up, naturally.
Doesn't it always work out that way, though?
"Alice, don't you ever sleep?" I asked her sleepily.
She got all serious then. "Nope," she said, shaking her head and popping at the 'P'.
"Never?" I whined.
She shook her head at me again.
"Never, ever??"
Another shake of the head.
"Never, ever ev-"
"Never, Bella," she sighed, exasperated, cutting my whining off.
"And why?" I asked.
"Because I can't."
"Huh?"
She sighed again.
"Bella, do I look any different than I did when you first met me? I mean, did I mature at all?"
"No, I guess not…"
"Exactly. Bella, I'm over fifty years old. I look 16. Edward is over 100, and he looks 17, and Carlisle is probably the best example. He's over 300 years old, and he looks not a day over 30. Am I right?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, what do you do when you sleep?"
I had to think about that for a moment. "You… grow…?"
"Right. And if we're not growing, than we're not sleeping. We can't sleep, Bella."
"Oh," I finished lamely. I had nothing else to say to that.
"Yep. So, anyway, since you don't want to do anything… what do you want to talk about?"
I glared up at her, and her smile faded slightly. "Oh, I see."
I sighed, and began my rant. "I don't know what to do, Alice! It's not like he likes me, but… oh, I don't know…"
"Bella, he does like you. But that's his problem," she explained. "He thinks it would be the best idea for him not to like you, so he tries his best to avoid you."
"But I don't want him to avoid me!"
"I know, and he know that as well." She came to sit on her couch with me, patting me on the back. "Give him some time, and he'll realize what he wants."
"Yeah, sure. He'll most definitely realize what he wants. And Lauren will be absolutely ecstatic when he does," I sneered.
"Eww," she said, scrunching her nose up.
"What now?" I whined.
"Not you! You think he likes Lauren, of all people?" She spat at her name. "Bella, he hates Lauren with a passion. And he loves you passionately. There's a difference. A big difference."
He loved me passionately? No, he couldn't. Not me, plain old Bella Swan from Phoenix. There was nothing special about me. Brown hair, brown eyes, and I was probably still a little bloated. Lauren, no matter how much I'd hate to admit it, would be perfect for him. The head cheerleader, good body, a blonde. He couldn't love me. It was just not humanly possible…
But then again, he wasn't human… Not to get technical or anything, but still.
"No, he doesn't. He can't love me," I told her.
"Oh, I beg to differ," she informed me, "and I'm sure he would too."
"Then why doesn't he just tell me?" I asked, still a little bit skeptical.
"I told you this. He says he wouldn't be good for you, that you would find another boy, someone better."
We were now sitting Indian style on the couch, our knees almost touching, with a pillow in each of our laps.
"No, I wouldn't! Alice, I'm ugly."
"Oh, another thing. He says you don't see yourself clearly. He says you're beautiful in every way possible, and you're just very self conscious."
I blushed at that, and she noticed. "I'll be right back," she told me before walking out of the room. I groaned and flung myself back onto the couch so that I was lying down.
I lay there for I don't know how long, when I heard a knock at the door.
"Hey," I heard a musical voice say. I looked over at the door to see Edward leaning up against the doorframe, with one hand in his pocket, and the other one on the other side of the door.
"Hey," I replied, but it sounded more like a question than the reply I was going for. I saw that crooked smile of his, and he pushed himself away from the door and hesitantly began to walk toward me.
I scooted over so that there was room for him to sit. He did.
"Sorry about earlier," he told me, and I nodded.
"It's alright. Truth be told, I guess I didn't know what I expected you to say," I said, smiling weakly.
"Well, truth be told, I guess I didn't expect you to tell me that, either." There was that crooked smile again.
"Um, well, you know how that dance is coming up?" he asked. I groaned. He had to bring up prom?
"I'm not going," I informed him.
"That's good," I thought I heard him mumble.
"Why is that good?"
"Because, then you'll have to say no to all of your admirers." His eyes were smoldering, even in this darkened room.
Admirers? I had admirers?
"Well, shouldn't you be worried about Lauren?" I asked.
"Nope. I should be worried about Mike Newton."
Mike Newton? Oh, he's that kid from Gym.
"Why would you have to be worried about him?"
"He likes you. Actually, that's putting it very mildly. He's obsessed with you." He chuckled.
Mike Newton, obsessed with me? Not possible. Just like Edward loving me passionately. I blushed, because I actually thought about that with him in the same room.
He noticed. How did he notice, though? Oh, vampires must have some sort of special eyesight or something.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about something Alice said."
"And, what was that?"
"Well… Why me? Why not someone like Lauren, or at the very least, someone smart?" I knew I sounded stupid, but not only did I not care, he also seemed to understand what I meant.
"So, are you questioning my motives for loving you and not someone like Lauren?"
So, he did love me? Why?
"You…you do love me?"
"Yes, Bella. Ever since that night in Port Angeles."
"I don't see how, though," I said.
"I just do. You don't see yourself clearly, Bella. And I know that Alice already made that point very clear."
"She did," I admitted, and blushed again.
"Bella, you are beautiful in every way humanly possible."
"But that's just it."
He looked confused.
I sighed, and began to explain.
"You're not human. How can you love me, a regular old human?"
"Alright, first off, you're not old. If anyone in this room was old, it would be me." He chuckled. I loved his laugh.
"Ha ha, not funny, Edward."
"Okay, now I guess I can be serious. How can I love you? Well, I guess none of the other vampire girls out there really appeal to me." He shrugged.
That surprised me. Wow, now I could only imagine what Rose would look like as a vampire. I mean, she was already stunning.
"Ah hem." Not again!
I turned to the door and glared at Alice, who had just walked in.
"Welcome back, Alice," I hissed.
She smiled, and put her hand up to her chest. "Why, Bella, thank you!" She said with fake pleasure.
I rolled my eyes.
"Edward. Out," she told him, pointing to the door. We straightened up then. I didn't even notice how we had been leaning into each other.
He glared at Alice, and I just wanted to kiss him, but I didn't know why.
His hand brushed mine slightly, and that electric charge was back, and I couldn't have been more grateful.
He got up and went to leave, but not without turning to me one last time and saying, "We'll finish our conversation later," and smiling that wonderful crooked smile of his.
And I couldn't wait.
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I liked this chapter… Maybe because it had lots of B/E I've been waiting for forever to write… Hopefully you guys did too, and do you know how you can prove it to me? Reviewing!