Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Or the song mentioned in here. It's a shame.
A/N So, this was going to be a oneshot but a wonderful reviewer gave me the idea of continuing it, and I couldn't resist. I'll probably just keep adding on until I run out of ideas. I hope you like it.!
Bella P.O.V.
1 Week Later
The tour bus jingled down the dirt road, Christmas music blaring out the fifteen foot speakers tied to the roof. I was folding origami in the shape of Edward's face, while humming along to Jingle Bells. Then I froze, registering something.
"Caaaaaarlisle! It's August! Why are you playing Christmas music?" I screamed toward the driver's seat.
"The circus music is broken!" he called back, sounding exasperated.
"How did that happen?"
"Ummm….I sat on it." he muttered sheepishly.
"Oh." I shrugged and continued humming.
Then I heard something terrifying.
Bone chilling.
Flat out bloodcurdling.
"Lunch is ready!" Esme hollered sweetly from the tiny kitchen.
I cringed as the sound of heavy, scampering footstep reached my ears, and the acrobat troupe began to make their way to the kitchen from the bedroom.
And I was in their path.
"NOOOOO I'm not ready to die!" I screamed, scrambling to my feet. The bus shook as the boy's roars filled the area, cracking Esme's good china dishes.
My eyes darted up to Alice's hammock, suspended from the badly painted ceiling.
"Aaaallllllliiicceee!" I screamed in slow motion, reaching up with both hands. She peeked out over the edge, her pixie-like face confused. Then she heard the rumble and her eyes widened.
"Beeelllaaa!" She shrieked her eyes going blank. She shook her head, trying to clear it.
"I can't let that happen." she whispered under her breath, determined. I watched in awe as she swung down Tarzan style, scooping me with in her tiny hands just as the boys stampeded through. She dropped me safely in her hammock, plopping down gracefully beside me.
"That was a close one." she muttered. I nodded in agreement.
Then I let out a sob as I spotted the hundreds of origami papers folded to look like my Edward's face, crushed and squished into the 70's style carpet. Alice patted me consolingly on the back before swinging off to find Jasper.
He and the lion had been having a heated argument on the pros and cons of having cotton candy or popcorn at the circus coming up tomorrow.
The lion was winning.
"But popcorn is crispier!" I heard Jasper screech.
"Roooarrr" the lion debated.
"Hmmmm…you may have a point there…" Jasper mumbled.
"Damn you and your substantial mane!" he yelled.
I shook my head and tuned it out, because this was an everyday thing around here. I laid back and daydreamed about Edward running his long fingers through my hair, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Then I heard Edward's manly voice ring in my ears and imagined him pulling me close to him, wrapping me in his strong arms.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a high-pitched squeaky voice. I was planning on scolding whoever it was for ruining my wonderful daydreams, when I realized it was Edward. I gasped.
"Edward! What happened to your manly voice?" I asked.
"I was blowing up helium balloons for the circus, and Emmett smacked me on the back so I fell and inhaled it somehow." he squeaked sounding like a mouse, or maybe wet tap shoes shuffling across a wooden floor.
"Doesn't that usually wear off quickly?" I asked nervously. He looked down at his feet.
"We may have gotten carried way." he stated guiltily. Just then Emmett walked out beside him.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaayyyy!" he sang high-pitched, sounding like a rusted faucet.
"You too Emmett?" I asked anxiously. He nodded, a goofy grin splashed across his face. Then they began to sing a duet, their squeaky voices weaving around each others.
I covered my ears and flung myself off the hammock, running to the back of the bus and slamming a door. I slid down the back, panting. I loved Edward, but I loved being able to hear also. Then my gaze traveled up.
I gulped.
I was in Rosalie's room. She was sprawled across her bed, her beard in curlers. She had on a pink robe.
"Why hello there Bella." she said pleasantly.
"Hi Rosalie." I mumbled quietly. Her expression became stormy.
"Why are you here Bella? Don't you know you're not circus material? You're just a pathetic little girl. A pathetic toothpick salesman." she snarled.
I felt my eyes tear. But it wasn't grief for me. It was grief for Rosalie.
"Oh Rosalie!" I shouted, throwing myself beside her and taking her manicured hands in mine. She looked at me, completely bewildered. I shook my head sadly. She didn't know that I knew.
"It's okay Rosalie, you don't have to hide your true feelings from me. Edward already told me your story, how all of your life you dreamed of being a toothpick salesman. And then they broke your sweet, sweet heart by telling you toothpick salesman weren't allowed to have beards." Her face became angry for a moment, but then she broke down in tears, burying her beautiful face in my shirt
"It was all I ever wanted!" she sobbed. Then she looked up at me, her makeup smeared across her lips, her face resolute.
"Bella, don't just throw it away! You were living my dream, don't throw it away." she begged.
"Rose, I can't leave Edward. I'm the secret to his magic, without me he's nothing!" I screamed passionately.
"Besides Rose, you have Emmett, you will SURVIVE!" I shouted. Her eyes lit up.
"You're right!" she declared, then we started jumping on the bed, singing.
"I will survive!" she yelled.
"You will survive!" I yelled back.
"I will survivvvvvve!" she screamed, her voice breaking the sound barrier. She hugged me tightly.
"Thank you Bella. Thank you for helping me see the light." she whispered. I just nodded.
"Anytime Rose, anytime." Then I strutted out of the room, dropping down on the squishy couch.
All in a day's work Bella, all in a day's work, I though to myself.
A/N: Please review!