Hey guys So people have been pressuring me and saying I should get Bella and Edward together sooon I kinda wanted to go farther with the whole Carlos thing but it just wasn't working out in my brain so I gave it a rest and just skipped describing the whole thing and got down to this…Don't worry Edward and Bella will be together sooonish. Not yet, but the story will come to a close…soonish. I'm not saying when
EMMETT POV
It didn't surprise me at all to see Edward walking down the stairs the next morning, scratching his stomach lazily. I chuckled. It was Saturday, and it was Bella and Edward's sleepover tradition.
"Hey." He said sleepily, plopping down on a chair beside me. I had been working on these college applications forever.
"Hey." I said, and he put his head in his hands. He looked kind of put out.
"Something wrong?" I asked. He looked up, pained.
"How long do you think this will go on?" He asked, an edge to his voice. "I mean, I'm almost 19. She's 17. We can't keep having little sleepovers anymore." I was shocked. Bella and Edward were like peas and carrots and I had never once considered it might not stay that way.
"What do you mean?" I asked him, confused.
"Dude, seriously." He said, and then left, shutting the door a little harder than usual.
EDWARD POV
I was trying to send a message here, trying to get someone other than Rosalie on my side. I couldn't keep spending nights at Bella's, singing to her, sleeping beside her. I definitely couldn't keep waking up to find her angel face beside mine, her eyes closed, hair everywhere. It was going to my head. What was I going to do?
2 MONTHS LATER
BELLA POV
I packed the last pair of socks into my suitcase and sighed, closing it tightly. In a week I was leaving with Edward for his first Juliard concert in New York. Even though he wasn't technically attending just yet, they had asked a few of their best new students to perform. They provided a free hotel room for three nights, all inclusive, and a free ticket for one guest. Edward had decided he would bring me, to my great delight, and I felt butterflies of excitement in my stomach. Carlos helped me zip up the suitcase, and smiled at me. We had been involved for about two months now, and were technically dating. He was the closest I had ever come to real love, and I felt like we could make our relationship go farther than high school. I really did.
"So, you have everything?" He asked me, stepping closer and brushing his thumb over the raised pink wound on my cheek. It was healing well, according to Carlisle, and scarring should be minimal. I didn't need a bandage anymore, but it had taken me a while to get over the embarrassment of going out in public with a big gash on my face. Carlos said it didn't matter to him, and I believed him of course. But Edward, on the other hand, was still cautious. He was polite and friendly towards Carlos, but not overly open. He was closed off and their talk was usually tense and awkward.
"I think so." I giggled.
"You pack early." He commented.
"I know, it's a habit. I always have." I shrugged. "At least I'm prepared."
"You are." He said, kissing me quickly before heading towards my bedroom door. "I have to get back to work."
"Okay." I smiled. "See you later."
EDWARD POV
Carlos didn't like me at all, and I knew it. Bella refused to admit it, but there was just some things guys knew. The way he looked at me. He hated when Bella and I spent time together, and he was really getting on my nerves. But he seemed to treat her alright, not caring about her injury or anything. Except for sometimes when he was angry or upset, he would talk to her like he was more important. Not violent language or anything, just the tone of his voice was disrespectful, and it made me want to kill him. I walked through the halls of the hospital, on my way to drop off some papers in my father's office he had asked me to bring from home, when Carlos turned a corner.
"Oh, hi Edward." He said.
"Hey Carlos." I said casually back, trying to to sound friendly.
"I need to talk to you." He said. I looked at him strangely, what could it be about? Bella?
"Okay?" I said, unsure. He pulled me into a corridor that no one ever used anymore, and dropped his friendly manner. His eyes narrowed and he looked furious.
"I've been putting up with this for two months now, and it just can't go any farther. I'm not stupid, I know how you feel about her." He said, scowling.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"Bella. She's mine buddy." He said.
"Dude, we're just best friends. Calm down." I promised him, which was true.
"You expect me to believe that?" He spit at me. Now I was angry. I hated when people accused Bella and I of being more than we were. Hated it it. Although I wished we were, it still pissed me off.
"Yeah, I do." I said firmly.
"Well you can cut the crap. Stay away from her."
"She's my best friend. I can't just stay away. And besides, she's coming to New York with me, so how is that going to work?" I asked angrily.
"I don't care if she's your best friend or not. She's my girlfriend, you've had her all your life, so you can live. Now leave her alone." He growled. "As for the trip, I will be doing all in my power to prevent her going."
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You heard me." He said, staring me down. I stood my ground, scowling back.
"You will never know her like I do." I said.
"What?" He questioned.
"Do you know what she wants to be when she's older, or what college she's always wanted to go to? Do you know what she's afraid of, or what her mother's name was?" I asked. He looked blank. "Do you know what the little diamond scar on her left knee is from? Do you know what the favorite present she ever got was? Do you know who her first kiss was with, or who she idolizes? Do you even know her favorite colour?" I questioned him some more. He didn't say anything. I was seething with anger, and turned on my heel, walking away from him.
CARLOS POV
I couldn't deny that they were best friends. I had seen the baby pictures, the toddler pictures. The images of them smiling at each other, eating birthday cake, playing in the sprinkler, camping, on the beach, at school, everything. But I saw the way Edward looked at her. It was so obvious it made me want to scream. Bella was oblivious. She still wore his soccer jersey, still was perfectly comfortable around him in her underwear, still believed all they were was best friends. When would she realize that boys and girls just couldn't be best friends without other thoughts arising. She had assured me nothing had ever happened between them, and I believed her, but I just had to get rid of Edward. After work, I headed back to Bella's house, and knocked. She opened the door, dressed in sweatpants, and let me in, smiling and pressing herself against me. I wrapped my arms around her unenthusiastically and returned her kiss. To tell you the truth, I was just about done with Bella. Our relationship wasn't going anywhere fast, and I needed something new, a change of scene. Someone more risque. I had been planning to break up with Bella for a while, but I just had to get my justice with Edward first. We sat at the kitchen table, and I realized no one else was home.
"Hey Bella?" I called her attention. She looked up from her tea, and smiled.
"Mmm?"
"Is there anything between you and Edward?" I asked bluntly. She looked shock, her eyes emptied.
"Carlos, I already told you. He's my-"
"Best friend, I know. But have you seen the way he looks at you?" I asked her, watching her reaction carefully. She looked confused.
"Carlos, you're being ridiculous. First of all, that would just be weird. And second of all, Edward has been with basically every girl in our school at one point and can get them back with the snap of a finger, so why would he want me?" She asked. I saw no recognition in her eyes, and it just angered me more. They were good at hiding it. I decided I might as well just break up with her now and save her the pain. I could still get even with Edward, he would hate me after this.
"Don't lie to me, Bella." I said. She shook her head.
"I'm not, Carlos, you have to trust me." She pleaded. It was silent for a while. I stood up quickly, bumping the table. "Where are you going?" She asked.
"I don't know. We're over Bella." I said simply. It was surprisingly easy, I had never felt anything insanely intense for her.
"What?" She asked quietly.
"I said we're over." I said again.
"Just like that?" She asked. I nodded.
"I know something between you two is going on behind my back, and I'm through with you." I told her. She looked shocked. I turned and left, and heard her sob once before I closed the door.
BELLA POV
"Hey Bella?" He said. I looked up from my tea, taking in his nice features, his beautiful lips as he said my name. I wanted to kiss them.
"Mmm?" I asked, still in my fantasy.
"Is there anything between you and Edward?" He asked bluntly. This called me out of my dream, and I was shocked. Me and Edward?
"Carlos, I already told you. He's my-" I tried to say.
"Best friend, I know. But have you seen the way he looks at you?" He asked me. I was totally confused. Edward didn't look at me any special way, if he did I would notice. And that was a weird thought.
"Carlos, you're being ridiculous. First of all, that would just be weird. And second of all, Edward has been with basically every girl in our school at one point and can get them back with the snap of a finger, so why would he want me?" I asked him. He looked very angry.
"Don't lie to me, Bella." He said. I shook my head, I wasn't lying.
"I'm not, Carlos, you have to trust me." I pleaded for him to understand. It was silent for a while. He stood up quickly, bumping his hip against the table. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"I don't know. We're over Bella." He said simply. I almost gasped. What was he saying? He couldn't be serious, because of Edward? I could not believe this. I thought we actually had something.
"What?" I asked quietly, willing it to have been only my imagination that had heard him say that.
"I said we're over." He said again, and my stomach dropped.
"Just like that?" I asked. He nodded, and sneered.
"I know something between you two is going on behind my back, and I'm through with you." He told me. I would protest and defend myself, but what was the point? He turned and left, closing the door. I let out a sob, sitting at the kitchen table, not knowing what to do. I sat there for twenty minutes, no one was home and I couldn't understand what was happening. I needed someone. I picked up my phone, and speed dialed Edward. I needed my best friend, and I didn't care what Carlos thought. He picked up quickly.
"Hey." He answered cheerily.
"Edward?" I said his name through choking back tears.
"Bella, beautiful. What's the matter?" He asked, his voice changing from happy to concerned.
"Can you come over?" I asked thickly.
"I'll be right there." He said, hanging up. He was at my door in less than fifteen minutes, and a fresh round of tears overwhelmed me as he came through the door. He held his arms open, and I ran into them, wrapping my arms around his secure waist, and burying my face in his warm shirt. He did the same, his head resting my my hair. "What happened?" He asked.
"Carlos broke up with me." I said in a small voice. "He thinks were more than best friends."
EDWARD POV
I enveloped her warm body with mine, and felt her shake with tears. She gripped me tightly, and I did the same, comforting her. I remembered back to when we were 13, and my dog had died. Bella came over and stayed with me, rubbing my shoulders and whispering comforting words. She was the only person I had ever let see me cry past the age of 11. She stayed the whole night, absorbing my pain with hugs, and just being there. I tried to do the same for her now, stroking her hair.
"What happened?" I asked. I had a feeling.
"Carlos broke up with me." She said in a small voice. "He thinks were more than best friends." An intense wave of anger rolled over me, and I clenched my fists. If anyone hated that accusation more than me, it was Bella. And now he had gone and broken her heart. She was having the worst couple months of her life, after the accident with James. And I had thought it was getting better. She had as well what with her new, happy relationship and her healing wounds. How could he have done this? How could he not see she didn't need this right now?
"Shh, Bella." I said soothingly, rocking her side to side. I led her to the couch where we sat down side by side, Bella leaning into me and sniffling.
"I'm hopeless." She whispered. I looked down at her tear streaked face.
"What?" I asked.
"I have never been in a relationship for more than three months. I'm plain and ordinary and no guy wants me. It's pathetic." She sniffled.
"Oh Bella don't be silly." I said, stroking her hair.
"I'm not. It's all my fault Carlos left, why shouldn't he? He can do better than me." She said.
"Bella, don't you ever for a minute believe this is your fault. Do you hear me? Carlos was lucky to have someone like you and he let you go." I told her honestly.
"Stop." She whispered.
"No, I won't stop. Bella listen to me, it's his loss. You are brilliant, you're the nicest person I know and you're beautiful too. You're a prize, Bells." I said, trying to make her see.
BELLA POV
"No, I won't stop. Bella listen to me, it's his loss. You are brilliant, you're the nicest person I know and you're beautiful too. You're a prize, Bells." He told me, and my stomach filled with warmth. Edward always knew what to say. I thought back to the time when Edward had started calling me beautiful as a nickname, and almost smiled.
We were walking along the cemented path that wound around the park. It was almost dark, and the summer night air was filling my lungs. Bitter tears ran down my cheeks and I tried to stop them. Edward and I had just left a party. We were 15, and after my first time drinking I had decided to lay off a little. Edward, on the other hand, threw his arm over my shoulder and laughed loudly. He wasn't trashed, just buzzed enough to have some fun.
"It's a really nice night." He slurred happily. I nodded. He looked down at me. "What's the matter, Bella Smella?"
"Nothing." I said, crossing my arms.
"Come on, tell me." He said quietly. It was silent for a while, before I spoke.
"I'm ugly." I said softly. Jessica had said it herself. It wasn't like I didn't know she hated me. But tonight, she had called me an ugly bitch after catching me talking casually to Mike, and everyone had laughed along with her. I just couldn't stand her anymore, she had confirmed my fears.
"WHAT?" Edward shouted. I signaled him to be quiet. "Sorry." He whispered.
"It's true." I said. Edward stopped walking and turned me to face him, putting both his hands on my shoulders.
"You listen to me. You are ten times more beautiful than any other girl back there. And I can say that, because best friends only tell each other the truth." He said, smiling a crooked smile.
"No I'm not." I said, looking down.
"Bella, you are. Trust me on this. I am a guy, and you are by far the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You just happen to be my best friend in the universe, so it would be weird if I thought of you that way." He said, making a face. I made the same face, and he laughed.
"You think so?" I asked.
"I know so. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise." He said.
"Okay." I said in a small voice. I didn't really believe him, but his words comforted me and made me feel warmer than I had before. He smiled, and we walked on, arms around each others shoulders, headed towards my house for the night.
An hour later, we were watching War Of The Worlds on the couch, a blanket pulled over us.
"Are you sure you still want to come?" Edward asked me, talking about his Juliard concert in New York. I sniffed, and nodded.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Masen." I assured him.
"Cause if you don't feel up to it, I wouldn't mind." He said.
"Edward, I'm going with you." I said firmly, and he tucked me closer to him.
EMMETT POV
I walked in the door at about 10:30, after a movie with Rose, and heard music coming from the living room. I walked in to find Edward and Bella, Bella leaning on Edward's shoulder, the two of them asleep. The credits of a movie were playing on the screen, and I shook my head. My baby sister had tear streaks down her face, and my heart lurched, what was the matter? My eyes traced the raised pink line that ran along her face, and the way her hand was clutched around Edward in a death grip. His head lolled on the back of the couch, peaceful in sleep, and it wasn't even weird. Usually, guys would feel strange seeing their guy friend passed out on the couch with his little sister, but I remembered my mother or father calling me in to the living room when I was nine or ten to see a seven year old Bella and Edward asleep just like this, ice cream all over their faces, the credits of Tarzan rolling on the screen. We would laugh and then my mother would carry Bella while my father carried Edward up to Bella's room, still shaking their heads with laughter after they came down. It made me smile to see that almost eighteen year old Bella and Edward still did the same things, although we couldn't carry them up the stairs anymore. I decided to leave them and find out what was causing Bella to cry in the morning. I was dog tired and I headed upstairs, falling into bed.
Like? Don't like? Review please I hope this was okay for everyone, turns out Carlos is a dick. Well we all knew it would happen.
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