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Chapter 13: Distracting

Bella's Point of View:

Edward and I were careful to avoid the eyes of any humans and vampires that may be on duty secretly keeping Voltera safe. We were following Alice's advice in going to find something more decent to wear, seeing as we would like to avoid any odd and unneeded questions that would come with Edward's attire, and any... "unwanted" attention coming my way from the dress, which truly was magical.

Whenever Edward eyes moved towards me, I knew he noticed its magic as well. If his face wasn't a giveaway, his thoughts left nothing to the imagination.

I held onto his hand, being sure not to break contact. I knew neither of us were ready to be apart yet. Seeing the way Edward had become when I was simply out of his life for a day- I knew I could not let him ever feel like that again. It not only broke his heart, but it tore at mine, the guilt nearly crushing me when I saw in his mind just how crazy he had become without me. I knew I would be the same way without him, and maybe even worse than the last time he had left me. This time I was a vampire, and a vampire's feelings are much stronger.

I knew that I had no reason to blame myself, it was Max's test that had made me pull away. However, something inside me told me that the reasons for actually pulling away were a little true. Sure I would never willingly run from Edward, but those reasons... him being overprotecting, controlling, and suppressing in terms of my independence... they did hold some ground.

They sort of made sense.

"Isabella," Edward groaned as we neared the small little place that was clearly the designer Alice had told us about.

"What?" I asked, innocently.

"You promised you would let me in your mind. You look so torn, please, tell me what you are thinking."

"Oh, Eddie," he growled at the nickname, "you worry too much."

"And you, my dear, spend entirely too much time with Emmett!"

"He's funny," I countered.

"And a horrible influence, just look- he told you the most embarrassing story about that horrible nickname-"

"What story?"

"Where did you get that name from?"

"Isn't that a common one for someone named Edward?"

"I suppose..." I could tell he was hiding the story from me in his mind. I would figure it out soon enough.

Once right outside the little shop, I made Edward stay behind in the trees so that whoever was in the store didn't have the pleasure of seeing Edward in ripped clothing that barely concealed what it was supposed to.

He kissed me deeply, and I was about to lose what little self control I had managed before he pulled my arms off, with some effort, and ushered me in the direction of the shop.

"Hello," greeted an old, deep male voice in his deep Italian accent sitting in an arm chair in the back corner. He smiled widely when he saw me, and came up to meet me.

"Bella," He murmured, eyeing my dress appreciatively.

"Yes?" I said, before realizing the man should not know my name.

Then it clicked, he was speaking in Italian. I quickly decided it would be easier to understand the man in Italian, seeing as his English was clearly limited.

My perfect, fluent Italian must have shocked him, but it came easy for me, what with having no time restraints on my education and learning it from a centuries old vampire who lived in Italy for a few decades.

"Oh, grazie, signor."

He was still staring at the dress on me, in wonder and amazement. I thought carefully back to when I had bought the dress.

"Any color preferences?" the lady asked me as she smiled back at me, picking up on my happier disposition.

My grin was bordering on crazy, "Dark blue."

The lady spun around and told me, realizing I was above buying something that, God forbid, was on display, or out for just anyone to see, "We just got something in from Italy yesterday, I'll be right back. It's perfect."

I knew it was more the dress he was looking at then me so it must have been his, "Did you make this dress?"

"Yes, I had an order for one like this from a little store somewhere in America, I see it was sold to someone who's own beauty surpasses that of the dress." If I was human I would have blushed. "It suits you so well, its only natural it would befall upon someone as beautiful as you."

I thanked him again, and then he wondered, "Did someone send you, or are you here looking for the person who made the dress. I'm sorry, however, I can't make another you see, I only do one of a kind pieces..."

"Oh, no, no signor, I wasn't looking for another."

"Well, then who sent you here?"

"Sent me?"

"Most of my clients I have known for quite some time. I no longer allow new clients, I have neither the time nor desire. My old clients send in others to pick up their clothes and make their orders. May I know who has sent you, signorina ?" His Italian accent was deep and somewhat difficult to understand.

I thought quickly. I guess it would be weird for such a young girl to know of such an old man and his little store.

I looked down, hoping to some higher power out there that I was right about this, otherwise it would be quite embarrassing.

"Alice Cullen," I said, now more confident as I saw the old man smile at her name. She would have something ordered for both Edward and I. Fashion emergencies in Italy? Alice was sure to have had a vision of this months ago, waiting to find out how it would actually come to be, but too concerned about the future fashion problem to really pay attention to anything else.

Alice will be Alice.

"Ah! My dear old friend, she will always hold a place in my heart, she is so kind and happy, I love hearing from her in letters. I hope she is well after all these years."

From the look in the man's eyes I could tell he had fallen for Alice's perky charms many decades ago. The sparkle in his eyes probably meant that they were good friends, and that he probably had more than 'friends' on his mind when he knew her.

"Why, I haven't seen her in many, many years. I really do wonder how she is. She always sends someone new, I wish she would come one time, the next one more beautiful than the last! I wonder if she is how I remember her, always so happy..." The man laughed a low, hearty laugh.

As much as this man wanted it, I knew that he could never see Alice again. She would be exactly as how he remembered her, and that would be no good at all.

The man rubbed his short, white beard and mused, probably thinking of her.

"Give me one moment, signorina, I will be right back with her things. I was wondering when someone would be coming for them for quite some time, she placed this order some time ago," He still looked lost in thought as he wandered to the back of the store, and then out of sight and into a backroom.

I wonder what Alice had ordered for us.

Right then, I felt something like a tapping noise, when I realized Edward was outside, and probably just outside hearing range, seeing as the trees were about a mile away from the store. I opened my mind to him.

Calm down Edward, I'm a grown vampire, I can take care of getting us a few clothes...

There was silence on the other end, and I panicked running quickly out of the store, and into a wall that could only be Edward.

"Edward!"

"Bella, what is it?"

"I-I couldn't hear you, it was awful, where did you go?"

"I was waiting right here the whole time, I heard everything. You better go back inside, he's already found half the things he's made."

"But, Edward, I couldn't hear your mind!"

"I don't know, sweetheart, it's probably just a distance thing, go back inside, love."

I crept back inside, and sighed in relief as the man was just now coming out of the back of the store.

I focused carefully on Edward who was still outside, and was satisfied that I could still hear him, this time.

"Here you are, signorina," he said, holding out the clothes for me. "Alice has already paid, so there is no need," he noted as I reached for my purse.

I said goodbye to the old man and on my way out he said, "Be sure to tell Alice hello, and that I do miss her so very much. Tell her to write back or visit when she has the chance!"

I used Edward's mind to see inside the old man's: Oh, if there was one person I want to see before I die it would be that Alice Cullen. How she would brighten my everyday, and make me laugh at the smallest things, Oh, I'm still in love with her. I never will forget her. I wonder if that handsome Jasper fellow has passed away yet...

I stopped listening, and Edward and I ran to the cover of the trees where we changed into the clothing Alice had ordered for us.

I could see there was more clothing than necessary for just the two of us. I figured Alice had ordered things for herself, as well.

From what I could tell, the dark blue, turtleneck cashmere sweater dress was probably for me. The rest, probably hers.

Edward changed quickly into the suit, leaving off the jacket.

The suit fit him flawlessly and the dark black against his skin made him even more stunning I couldn't help but be dazzled.

I noticed his hair was still a mess so, before we could head back to Max, I sauntered over to him and attempted to smooth out the wild bronze hair that I loved so much.

As I did this, he played with one of my curls, and then neatly tucked it behind my ear, and grinned.

"What is it this time, Edward?"

"You can't read my mind right now, can you?"

"No, I can't... why is that..."

"I believe you have to stay focused on wanting to know what I'm thinking, otherwise you lose it," he smiled.

I concentrated carefully, and saw the plan forming in his mind: Well, all I have to do to keep her out is distract her, it shouldn't be too hard... she.. then...

My concentration was immediately disrupted as he pushed his lips to mine and kissed me fiercely.

"Edward. Cullen. Stop, Right, Now... this.. is... not... fa-" I said between his forceful kisses that made me swoon and created a million butterflies in my stomach, anticipating what came after this kind of kiss...

I heard a whisper coming from somewhere, about a mile away, "Bella, Edward, come quickly, there are some deer here!"

Edward pulled away, smirking, and I ran in front of him to where Max was waiting to pounce on a few unsuspecting dear.

Crouched behind a low bush, simultaneously the three of us sprang up and snapped the necks off of two deer each.

After a few more deer we were ready to head back. We walked silently, and quietly through the now empty, dark streets of Voltera, and suddenly I couldn't help but laughing as I concentrated carefully on Edward's mind, and got inside. He was doing his best to hide it from me but it slipped when I kissed him slowly on the neck.

He was distracted for just a second, but that's all I needed, as I whispered, "Two can play at that game." He growled playfully, and the scene I had so desperately wanted to see (the history of the nickname Eddie) replayed itself in Edward's head, and Max looked over at us and gave us a reprimanding look. A look that an old man would give two giggly infatuated and stupidly in love teenagers.

The time period was unclear, but it was obvious it happened in the last 60 or so years, seeing as the whole Cullen clan was in the living room, minus the newest additions: Renesmee, Jacob, Max and I.

Emmett was lounging on a couch, his arm draped lazily around Rosalie who was looking through some sort of fashion catalog alongside an amused looking Alice. Her amusement seemed slightly out of place. Jasper was sitting next to Alice, clearly feeding off of her excitement. Carlisle and Esme were talking about going on a vacation soon. Edward, since this was through his eyes, seemed to be perched on a piano bench, and was growling at Alice.

"Alice, if you don't tell me what's about to happen I'm going to go upstairs and rip apart your new dresses until the only thing left is-"

"Edward, please don't touch her things... she will just force me to go get her new ones..." Jasper whined.

"I wouldn't if she would just-" he was cut off by a shrill noise coming from the wall. An old fashioned looking telephone was ringing in the corner. He turned to Alice, waiting for her to tell them who it was.

"It's for Edward," she giggled.

He walked at a human's pace to the phone and warily answered, "Hello, this is the Cullen residence. May I ask, who is speaking?"

"Hi, this is Rebecca. Rebecca Myers from your English class. I wanted to know if I could come over, I have something I need to say to you."

"To me, Edward?"

"Yes, can I come over?"

"Uh, I am out of town..."

"Then why are you at home answering the phone?"

"I mean... I will be out of town."

"Oh, then I will come over now."

"Uh..."

"Okay. Bye, see you soon."

A few minutes passed where Edward growled more at Alice, begging her to let him know what Rebecca wanted to say, while Jasper tried to calm him down so he wouldn't do anything to Alice or her clothing.

Emmett sat up clearly amused, and slapped Edward loudly on the back.

"Oh, Edward, isn't it obvious? Becky Myers has a huge crush on you!"

"She has a what?" Edward snarled.

"Don't you see her staring at you every time Ms. McDonald asks you to read aloud? Don't you see her peering over at you over the top of her dark romance novels? And if it wasn't all that obvious to you, then I am sure you heard her saying, Mrs. Edward Cullen, Mrs. Edward Cullen, over and over in her head."

It's true that after hearing this, I felt a little stab of jealousy at this Becky Myers, she had laid eyes on Edward, before I was born, and had been infatuated with him probably the same way I was. What if Edward had fallen for her all those years ago, where would I be? But I quickly pushed those thoughts aside and continued to peck at Edward's neck so that I could keep reading his memory.

"No, no this can't be..."

"Have you never looked in her mind?"

"There are some, more disturbing minds of humans, that I prefer to block out. Hers is one of the first I tried to ignore. All she can think about was me and her together in inappropriate ways..."

At this, most of the family snickered, the only exceptions were Carlisle and Esme who were still deep in their conversation.

"Edward, you have to be a little turned on by that, I mean, a girl spending all her time fantasizing about you-" Rosalie spoke up, putting down the catalog.

"No, it is disgusting and-" Edward started to argue.

"I beg to differ, I think I feel something else, there, Edward!" Jasper commented. This caused Emmett to jump up, and Carlisle and Esme to stop talking as well.

"Are you saying he has some normal male feelings for a real girl...?" Emmett questioned, while Edward angrily turned around on his piano bench. He angrily pounded on the left hand side of the keyboard, letting out a low, discordant noise.

"Emmett, please, leave your brother alone..." Esme said, motherly as always. She stood up and came quickly to put her hand on a sulking Edward's shoulder.

"It's perfectly normal to have feelings for a girl, Ed-"

"Mom. I. Do. NOT. Have Feelings. For that vile-"

"Our own little Edward... all grown up. Who would have thought his first crush would be a plain little human? I'm writing this day down in history books!"

At this I felt another little stab at my ego, was I not just a plain little human, as well, a few years ago?

At hearing this from Emmett, Edward began to storm towards a spiraling staircase near the front door, "Emmett if you don't shut up-" he was cut off by a dainty knock on the front door.

Edward cursed under his breath. The entire family disappeared into the kitchen, laughing loudly the whole time. They were out of sight, but it was obvious that everyone was listening.

Edward waited a second, took a deep unnecessary breath and opened the door, "Hello, Rebecca, you see I am really busy so-"

She was, as Emmett had said, a plain little human. She had short, wavy blond hair that came just above her shoulders. She had freckles and dark glasses that made her look sort of scary. Her penetrating green eyes only added to the effect. She had an acoustic guitar strapped to her front.

"I wrote something for you, to tell you how I feel. Please, let me play it for you? Then I will go, if you are so busy."

Edward stepped outside and shut the door behind him as he heard Emmett's muffled guffaws coming from the kitchen. They were probably still too soft for Becky to hear, but that wouldn't last for long, knowing Emmett as Edward did.

Edward consented, and gave her a shaky half smile, "Okay."

Her answering smile was so shocking, and she pulled her guitar into place. She hummed a little, and started.

The beginning was slow, and simple, as she played only a few chords over and over. Slowly, the music got louder, as did her humming. The beat suddenly kicked into overdrive and she began her angry rock song.

"Do you even LOOK at me? I'm trying to show you! I love you! I love you, Edward. My little Eddie. Oh, Eddie how I want you. Eddie..." she sighed, and began to repeat Eddie every few strums. It seemed the lyrics were just her thoughts as they came to her. Mostly, she was moaning Eddie over and over. The last line is probably what caused Emmett's loudest burst of (clearly, unheard by Becky) laughter.

"Oh, Eddie, Eddie I wish you were in my beddie." The song came to an abrupt end.

This girl clearly had no future musical career.

The look Edward gave her would have been enough to make the ordinary human run and hide. I even cringed.

"I'm sorry Becky, I don't... feel the same way."

Tears began to form in Rebecca's eyes, as she slowly ran out of sight.

Edward's memory ended as Emmett burst from the front door, landing on a still, statue-like Edward.

"Eddie!" Emmett shrieked.

Honestly, I felt bad for this Becky character. Although she was probably old enough to be my grandmother now, I still felt bad for her. Sure she was desperate, strange, and a little pushy. But she had wanted my Edward the way I had. How could I make fun of someone so completely infatuated with Edward as I had been? She was similar to me in that way. I could not bring myself to find the humor.

She probably forgot about him eventually, though I could not have but... she wasn't giving up easily at his obvious coldness towards her. I knew how it felt, when Edward had first rejected me.

What made this girl all that different from me?

Edward looked at me curiously, "What, you aren't going to point and laugh at me now?"

I shook my head slowly. I knew he would not let this go so easily, but I was not sure how to tell him. He was about to ask me what I was thinking, when I put a finger over his mouth and motioned towards the entrance of the underground of Voltera.

In my head, I said, "Later."

I quickly shut my head to him, knowing I did not want him to find out about that while we were about to defeat the Voultri.

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