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I didn't die. I'm here.
ALSO BIG NEWS/UPDATE: So I read over this story and I found that I put Edward in the 10th grade on accident! I originally put him in the 11th grade, but I typo was born. So I fixed it (It was in chapter one) and it will not affect this story what so ever it will actually benefit it, I plan on something happening and this has to happen to have make it work.
It's finally Saturday. I have all my homework done and I can just sit back and relax. Emmett invited me to a party down in La Push but I denied; I'm not one for partying. This week has gone by fast; Bella's been coming into my room every night aside from last night a Wednesday night. She always apologizes in the morning, but I assure her I enjoy her company, it's welcomed.
I haven't been able to ask her why she turned down Mike but I'm sure that she knows Mikes not good enough for her.
I really hope she comes tonight; I got worried on Wednesday when she didn't show but the next day in biology she explained that her dad came home very late and that she hadn't even seen him until the next morning, so there was no reason the leave. However, since there was no school today I'm scared that something happened to her, like I am every night until she shows up.
It's already midnight so I crawl into my warm and comfortable bed, keeping my eyes fixated on the window. Just as I am about to drift off, I hear the window slide open, I had told Bella not to bother with formalities by tapping n the window and just to come in on Thursday night.
The window slid shut and I could see the outline of her shadowy body.
"Bella?" I mumbled sleepily, but I was happy that she came, that she was okay.
"Yeah, did I wake you?" She whispered walking towards my bed; I made room for her, allowing her to lie in my already warm spot.
"No." It was a half lie since I was half-asleep. She giggled at my sleepy voice and I had to wonder how she could deal with her dad, sneak out at night, leave my house early morning, and still have her homework done. This girl amazes me.
After a few restless minutes of talking myself to sleep, mentally of course, I gave up and decided to lie in bed until my brain let me fall asleep.
Ten minutes later, and still no sleep, I heard what seemed to be an aggravated groan, followed by exaggerated movements.
Bella's still awake.
Another sigh escaped Bella's lips, this time it sounded like a surrendering sigh. "Edward?" Her voice came out in a soft whisper, "are you still awake, Edward?"
I roll so I can face her properly. "Yes, I'm having a hard time falling asleep. Is it the same for you?" She laughed in response.
"Is there anything I could do to help?" She seemed o be thinking about this very hard, as if she was considering all the possibilities I could do. I quickly found myself thinking of ways she could help me. I blushed when an image of her straddling my naked body enveloped my mind.
Holy crow! Why did I just think of that? I'm not that kind of guy! I was happy that it was dark so she couldn't see my now fading away blush. I shifted uncomfortably, because I thought she was taking too long to answer my question and because that image was still fresh in my brain making things very...hard... to deal with. I was grateful we were far apart in my big bed.
"Actually, if you don't mind do you think we could just...talk?" Talk? Talking was innocent, it would get this Emmett-like picture out of my mind.
"Yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about?" I asked, trying to hide the uneasiness in my voice. It cracked anyway.
"Well, you know so much about me and I've come to realize that I barley know anything about you at all, how about we talk about you?" She asked with an expression in her voice I couldn't quite make out. Embarrassment? Nervousness? A combination?
"What about me?" I asked curiously. I truly didn't live an exciting life until Bella showed up. My life was in a routine; Get up, Go to school, do homework, eat, sleep, repeat. It sounded like something you would read on the back of a shampoo bottle. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
"I ask the questions, you answer them." Bella was beginning to sound like an interrogating cop. I remember Emmett once saying something about how Rosalie like playing Cop and Robber, I doubt this was anything like that.
"Ask away." I could see her smile and her pale complex seemed to glow in the moonlight. She was beautiful, breath taking even. I briefly wondered who would get to spend the rest of their life with her.
"Alright," a mischievous smile appeared on her lips, I could tell she was going to enjoy this. "So... what was your daily life like, you know, before me." She laughed a little afterwards, a joined in slightly.
"It was, really boring. I mean, I guess it still kind of is. There's nothing wrong with my life don't get me wrong but everything was so planned out." I had a feeling that even though she has never lived my life, she got what I was talking about.
"Tell me about your family." She looked at my black silk sheets, biting her lip.
So cute.
I shook that thought out of my head, I was finally getting my erection to go down. I felt dirty just thinking about that word and I wasn't even saying some of the things Emmett calls them. Woody, Stiffy, Sex Stick.
I was brought back to reality when Bella's endless brown orbs locked onto mine, reminding me thank I still hadn't answered.
"Well, my family consists of Myself, My father, and my mother. What is there to it?" She suddenly burst into loud laughter and I had to put my hand over her mouth remind her to be quiet. I reminded myself not to think about the fact that her warm lips touched any part of my body. Even if it was only my hand.
"Why the heck are you laughing?!" I whispered harshly, her smile never faded.
"It's just..." another giggled escaped her lips "When I said tell me about your family I meant tell me about them not what they are to you. I thought you were joking with me when you answered so seriously, but that's what made it so funny!" She was a strange girl.
"Well, sor-ry." I grumbled. Alice always said I was a prude and that I took things so literal, she said that girl would think it's weird and not like me if I kept acting that way. However, I didn't want to change for a girl, and I certainly didn't want Bella to think I was weird.
"Don't be sorry, it's funny! And humor is quite the redeeming quality! Girls like that." I don't care. It's not like I'll be dating anytime soon. The only girl I'm remotely interested in is Bella, and we're not going to get very far anytime soon.
"Anyways, your family." Bella gestured me to continue my explanation.
"Well, as you most likely know, my father is Carlisle Cullen, The head surgeon at the hospital." Bella nodded at this, everyone knew who my dad was "and my mom is Esme Cullen, she an interior designer. They both are the most supportive parents I could ever hope to have. I know they love me with all the hearts and when I become a doctor I know they'll be more proud of my than ever before." I don't know where this sudden family lecture came from but I knew it was the truth.
Bella's eyes hid behind her hair, she spoke softly, and I had to strain my ears to hear her. "You're so lucky, Edward. I'm glad you don't take advantage of what you have." It sounded like she was holding back tears.
"Bella," I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, which brought her eyes to mine, again, I was grateful for that. "It doesn't have to be like this, you can be happy. Loved, even."
Bella's lips began to shake and I saw the tears fall down her pale cheeks.
"Charlie does love me!" Her voice was only slightly louder than whisper. He body began shaking and quiet sobs were breaking through her. She looked down again.
"Charlie loves me. He has to love me. I'm his daughter. But...I caused him so much pain. I deserve it. Because of me, Mom..." I pulled her into my chest, hoping to comfort her. When I felt her arms slink around my waist I knew it was working.
"It wasn't your fault, Bella. None of this is your fault." I whispered into her hair.
I wanted to cry with her. I wanted to hold her in my arms forever. I wanted to beat up that jerk...no...Asshole, she calls a father. But more than anything, I wanted to kiss the living daylights out of her.
But all I could do is hold her tighter and wait for the sobs to die down.
I am selfish. I know that Bella is hurting and yet I can't bring myself to not be happy. She in my arms just feels right. Thankfully my erection went away just in time for this.
This. What was this? A friend seeking comfort from a friend. A secret friend that if anyone knew about hell would break loose.
I found it very easy to fall asleep once Bella's sobs stopped and her breath became even. Eventually sleep did take over me, while Bella was locked in my embrace.
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I woke up to Bella getting out of bed as usual, this time Bella was shaking me lightly.
"Edward," She whispered while shaking my shoulders harder. "Edward, I have something important to tell you."
I finally gave up and opened my eyes to acknowledge her. "Yes, Bella?" She smiled gently at me. Why? "Sorry for waking you up Edward but I thought you might want to know. This week is spring break right? Starting Monday?" I nodded for her to continue.
"Well my Dad is going to be gone this whole week so don't worry when I don't come over, Okay?" I nodded at her, I was so tired I didn't even whisper goodbye when she crawled out my window.
I was lonely. A whole week without Bella was going to be a nightmare.
Having a crush on someone is a lot of work.
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