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I am really bored, and, just like those of you who actually read this; I can't wait to see where I go next.
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Immediately, everyone was preparing to leave, but Jasper just sat on the couch, Alice at his side. He stared at the wall with shameful, bright scarlet eyes. I wasn't afraid to be around him, it was just hard to see him in so much pain. Even though I wasn't exactly the closest person in the family to him, I still felt the need to comfort him as Alice did.
Edward didn't seem angry at him; no one did for that matter. Slowly it occurred to me.
They were all waiting for it to happen.
Edward and I pondered over what to tell Charlie before we finally decided that I was going to tell him that Edward was moving away, and that I was going with him. When he became outraged, which was definitely going to happen, I would remind him of the eight long months I had without him, what it did to me and how I wouldn't be able to do that.
He would understand. I was eighteen, anyway. That would legally permit me to go.
There was no high school in Denali, so I would be tutored by Edward. That was a little embarrassing, everyone was smarter than me.
Everything was set.
When Edward was driving me home the car remained silent. We weren't going to tell Charlie immediately, but we were both dreading it.
When I was in my house, Edward and I sat at the table, and talked about what Denali was like, and what the people there were like. Finally, when I got up to make dinner, his arm somehow never left my waist, and now and then he would suddenly wrap his arms around me, pull me closer to him, and kiss the top of my head. Only once did he speak.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"It's not anyone's fault. I doubt its even Jasper's. I don't blame him; he made it a long time."
"That doesn't change the fact that I am taking you from your life here, from Charlie, from school." His voice was strained.
"You are the only thing that really matters to me. I don't care about all that stuff; I can remain in contact with Charlie like I remained in contact with Renee. It'll work out, I know it will."
A long moment of silence passed.
"That isn't what I mean. I am so selfish." I felt him shudder, his voice agonized. "How am I supposed to live without you? How can I take you with me, away from all of this? It isn't fair for me to do this to you."
He was right, but that didn't matter. I wanted to go with him, to leave Forks.
"I want to go with you." I finally said after deliberating his reaction.
He kissed me for a long time, but all he did was press his lips to mine. We remained like that for a long time; only our lips pressed together, when he finally pulled away from me and looked fiercely into my eyes.
"This'll work out, I promise you." I said.
"I know it will." He kissed my forehead, and I went back to probing spaghetti noodles in the pot on the stove.
Charlie walked through the door a few minutes later, and Edward sat and talked to me and Charlie politely while we ate.
When it was time for bed Edward remained in the rocking chair in the corner of my room, staring at the floor.
I grabbed my bag of bathroom necessities, a plastic bag, and tape and merely looked at him while I slipped out the door; he was still looking at the floor.
When I got into the bathroom, I took the plastic bag and put it over the dreadful cast, then taped it at the top edges so that it wouldn't get wet. I took my time brushing my teeth, and only stood under the flow of the hot water, dreading having to face Edwards somehow uncertainty. Finally, deciding he would want to let me sleep, I stepped out and slipped into my pajamas.
When I got back to my room, Edward wasn't sitting in the chair, and he hadn't moved to the bed. I began panicking when I noticed an open notebook on my desk that wasn't there before, a pencil on the desk next to it.
It read: "I had to go back home for only a few minutes, I just needed to help Carlisle figure something out. When I get back we should go to our meadow, and say goodbye, I am going to miss it. I love you."
Immediately, I stripped out of my pajamas and into heavy clothes, my boots, and a hat.
Edward tapped my window.
"That was unexpected." I said, referring to his sudden departure.
He took my breath with his crooked smile. For once his eyes weren't guilty, or pained.
He pulled me out of the window and onto his back, I squeezed my eyes shut, and a few minutes we were in the meadow.
In the grass where we were lying, staring at the stars, I shivered. I was intent on staying here, it was so pleasant.
"We need to go this weekend." Was all he said. A few minutes later, I pulled myself up into a sitting position to stretch my muscles, he did the same.
"Is it too cold for you?" He finally asked.
"No."
"Are you sure?" He was concerned.
"Positive. I am going to miss it here. It seems as though our meadow is the only thing I will miss." It seemed like it made sense for me to miss the meadow so much. This was our place, our little sanctuary from the outside world, where we could be together with no on else even asking questions. It seemed as if this was what I would miss most of in Forks. I felt a tinge of shame as I thought about Charlie, and how I would miss a clearing more than him.
"Me too." He seemed to be speaking too little.
I lay back down, once again, he copied my movement. Sudden exhaustion poured through me, and I rolled over and into his arms, my cheek resting on his wintry chest, sighing. He kissed the top of my head, humming my lullaby, and I drifted.
...
I woke in my bed, somehow well rested, and prepared for the day. I tried to figure out how I got home last night. I decided that I had fallen asleep and Edward carried me home, which was the obvious way.
My head span in circles, trying to make sense of the last few days. Edward was sitting on my bed next to me, and when I rolled over to look at him he immediately smiled, dazing me yet again. I smiled back. He lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling, when I entangled myself in his granite arms, sighing in contentment. "Good morning." he said, looking down at me.
"Mmmmmm," was all I answered. He brushed my hair back to kiss under my jaw with icy cold lips.
Talking to Edward so little was hard; we usually talked for hours at night. I was perfectly content if I was around him, though. Just being in his granite arms like this was heaven, and I am sure he thought the same way about his cool embraces.
Edward wouldn't contradict the fact that he wanted me to come with him, but he never sent out any signals saying that he did. He seemed completely indifferent. I was sure the rest of his family wanted me to come with them as well, and that gave me some solstice.
I finally broke the silence between me and Edward.
"What's going on?"
He seemed puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"What aren't you telling me Edward? I am smart enough to know that there is something else going on here."
His expression unfathomable, he released me from his iron hold and sat up. I gazed at him with my head on my pillow, and then quickly moved my gaze to the white ceiling.
"I just don't know, Bella. Everything is seeming to confuse me and, it feels like I am half here and half somewhere else. We told you all there is to tell, you know the wholes story, Bella. I wish you could just understand that even though you are coming with us, it isn't the best thing. Just because we want you to, doesn't give you the automatic pass to come with us on all of our relocations. What's going to happening a few more years and we will move again? And then the relocation after that, what happens if you, where we are, you actually have a life there, some potential of finding a niche? I am disgusted with myself for taking this away form you for the rest of your life. You barely even found yourself here before we were together, now your whole world revolves around vampires." Throughout his speech, it seemed like he didn't even know that stuff before he said it.
"Remember when you left?" I was getting a little bit annoyed at his incapability of not being able to understand. "Remember why you left? Because you wanted me to be able to live my life with out the complications you inflicted on it, which, might I add, where non-existent. If you left again, how could I live? And you? I want to go, Edward, I want to go with you through different towns, states, every single relocation. Anywhere you are is where I belong. Even you told me I couldn't go with you to Denali this weekend I would somehow find a way to get there. Don't you get it, Edward? I want to go."
He nodded, and I decided to put the subject to rest. I flung the blanket off of my legs and picked up my bag of toiletries, my blue blouse that Edward liked, and some chords. When I was finished brushing my teeth, I brushed my hair, and pulled on my clothes. When I walked back into my room, he smiled enthusiastically and pulled me into his arms. He leaned down and kissed me gently, lingering close to my face when he pulled away. His cool breath nipped at the tip of my nose, and the scent crept up it, making the room spin. I leaned my cheek against his chest with closed eyes so I couldn't watch the room spin around me. Fully recovered, I kissed the skin of his throat. He sighed, and I felt a gust of his sweet breath on the top of my head. It was then, that something shot into my head.
"Oh!" I gasped.
Edward panicked when I started hyperventilating. He led me to the rocking chair in the corner of my room, where I sat and he kneeled in front of me, his eyes wary and nervous. He put his hands on my shoulders and stared me straight in the eye.
"What? What is it, Bella?" I hesitated, not know what to say without him getting mad at me.
"Bella, tell me, what's wrong, Bella, what's wrong?"
"Jacob," I replied, then I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, groaning.
A low snarled ripped through Edward's lips and I glared at him. He quickly composed himself, and then lifted me into his arms, where I was on the bed again.
I tried to prop my head on the pillow with my arms, but the cast wasn't too comfortable. So instead I just let my eyes direct themselves to the ceiling again.
"I can't leave without saying goodbye to him," I said.
"I know," His jaw was clenched, tight fists rested behind him on my bed
"I think he should come here, to my house, tonight," I whispered timidly.
Edward nodded. "Time for breakfast," he said, and we walked downstairs slowly and silently.
Okay, so maybe this is just a little anti-climactic. I don't know what you think and that is why I am interested in your feedback so please review!
I really hate it when the author's stop at a really high point to add suspense. Even though it is good I like it better when you know what is going on, don't you? I am uber excited for the part where Bella tells Jacob!!! The next chapter will be up soon.