Nothing of 'Twilight' belongs to me; everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
This is kinda just a filler chapter, I'd say.
By the way - y'all remember how sweet, mousy-like Angela was on the original Twilight? *snickers* You're about to meet a whole new Angela Weber. ;)
Two Weeks Later
Angela called me over an hour ago, and I have been on the phone with her ever since, going over details of the book signing tour I'm preparing to go on. I have issues regarding it, all of them centering on Edward; I don't want to leave him alone. Although he now has Seth—Seth agreed to seeing him and they had their first official 'meeting' last week—I still have qualms about it.
"Isabella, he'll be fine," Angela tries to reassure me.
However, it doesn't quite work. She doesn't know Edward like I do; she hasn't been around him when that switch in his brain suddenly flips, and he gets a craving, and an episode comes on. She has read both books, but it's definitely experiencing it in person than just reading about it.
"I don't know." I bite my lip. "Can't this be put off any longer?"
I already know what her answer will be – that no, it cannot be held off any longer than necessary.
"I'm sorry Isabella," she says with finality. "But no, it cannot. You have people depending on you to be at these signings—tell me, what would your fans—the people that pay the big bucks and made you who you are today—think and say if you were to cancel because of a boyfriend?"
I know what she's trying to do, and it's not going to work; I know that I'm going on this tour, and that's that.
"Don't do that Angela," I warn her. "Although, I think that the majority of them might just be a little more understanding than you give them credit for."
She hums.
"Well, this still has to happen, so it's definitely happening. It's just a signing, plus you have a cell phone. There's also Skype, so I honestly don't see the big problem."
Of course she doesn't.
"Alright, I'm done fighting," I say, resigned. "I'll fucking go."
"Hey," I say hesitantly, crawling into bed.
Edward's already laying down, a Sports Illustrated in his hands. I actually don't mind when he reads them; he's been doing it since high school, anyway, and I would be a complete hypocrite to deny that when I myself ogle somebody like Channing Tatum.
"Hey, what's up?" he asks, flipping a page.
"Um," I say, getting situated.
Edward takes notice of my nervousness and closes the magazine, putting it on the nightstand that's on his side; he turns his body to face me.
"What's on your mind, B?" he asks, worried.
I latch onto my lip and bite down hard.
He frowns and reaches over, stopping me from chewing my lip off.
"Alright, now you're making me nervous as fuck—what's goin' on?" he gently demands.
I groan, because I'm honestly not too sure at all about how he's going to take this—it could go so many damn ways.
"Y-you know that book tour that's coming up?" I start.
He nods, brows creasing together.
"Well, um, i-it's in two weeks," I whisper.
I carefully watch him as I say this, trying to judge his reactions. To my surprise, he doesn't take it too badly.
"I'll fucking miss you—but, you're worried, right?" he says.
I nod.
"Yeah . . . I don't wanna leave you."
"Seth and I discussed your tour last week; he said that I can call him whenever—if I feel that I need to. I'll-I'll be fine, sweetheart," he says, looking at me.
A part of me doesn't believe him. Yes, he'll have Seth, but maybe it's me as well; I haven't really been away from him since he came back; and this is really fucking close to the last episode, which also scares me.
We talk some more and snuggle and I eventually fall asleep on him.