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I chucked my bag on my bed and sank to the floor, feeling the hard wooden floor against my fingers. I looked around. Nothing much had seemed to change, besides there were ALLOT of photos of me and Bella, as well as me and my other friends. I heard the stairs creak as I assumed, my Mom came up the stairs. The door knocked, and I shuffled over to let Mom in.
"Mom?" The familiar head popped around the door, and smiled.
"Edward?" I got up and sat on my bed, pushing my bag to the floor. "How are you, honey?"
"When will Dad be back?" I mumbled as Mom sat next to me on the bed. Her tinkled laugh gave me a bit of reassurance.
"Oh, it is so...odd to have you act like you were younger. You changed when you came back from holiday. You started to say 'Dad' less and more Carlisle...but Mom always stuck..." She murmured to herself. I looked at her, and wondered if she had gained more laugh lines, or frown lines.
"What have I missed? Maybe knowing it, will trigger my memory...?" I wondered.
Mom shook her head."If seeing Bella didn't do much good, then I doubt this will. Why don't you check the home videos or photos?" Light bulb idea! I got up and ran downstairs, calling thanks to my Mom. I went to the large TV and sifted through our memory collection. I took out all of the memories I had missed and chose the less recent DVD. I pressed play and waited for it to load.
...
The camera was on the three of us, on the sofa. I looked miserable, like I didn't want to be there. Jazz and Em looked sulkily at me.
"Come on, we do this every year." He gave me a little shove.I realised that we were celebrating the day we got to Forks. It was a annual occasion, as when we were kids, the house was so big for us and we were so excited, our child's self made it that every year we'd celebrate with a cake. I groaned and sat up, looking at the camera with dull eyes.
"Well maybe it's time we stopped. We aren't kids anymore." I grumbled. Jazz scoffed.
"Just because this is the first year that I'm actually in the country to do this, doesn't mean everything's different! You and Em have done this for so long. It's tradition! And just because Bella's gone doesn't mean you spread your pain around."
"Should we be recording this? It doesnt seem happy." I heard a murmur. My Mom.
"No. Shush. They'll probably laugh about it in a few years." I smirked. Dad.
"Ugh! Can we just get this over with?" I raised my voice.
"Edward..." Dad warned. I looked accusingly at him and stuttered a response.
"Dad! W-w-what? It's not my fault!" I got up and charged off up the stairs, and we heard the door slam loudly and rock music pound out of the top floor. Jazz sighed.
"I'll go get him..." Emmett threatened and the camera set itself down, as if on a flat surface. Mom appeared into the camera.
"I'll go get him. No violence." She stopped. "He's...just...lost at the moment." She looked down, and then headed up the stairs. Emmett stood up and ran after Mom.
"Mom!" He called, as he jumped two steps at a time. Dad sighed and walked up to follow them as the shutting began upstairs.
"Get UP Edward!" Emmett screamed.
"FUCK OFF! MY LIFE SUCKS!" I heard myself yell.
The minutes passed as Jazz waited patiently downstairs. He crossed his legs and stretched his fingers. He winced when he heard a crash, and then I was held up by the shirt by Emmett as Emmett ran down the stairs. I was struggling and shouting, with tears streaking down my face.
"Get the hell OFF ME!" I yelled, choking. Emmett threw me on the couch, and I got up.
"Jazz! Blow the candle!" Emmett screamed and Jazz looked disappointedly at what was left of the melted candle. He looked back at Emmett, hint of sarcasm on his face, then blew on the almost out candle. I stormed back upstairs, and resumed the door slamming and rock music.
"Oh shoot. Cameras still on." I heard my mother say, then the screen blacked out then flowed into another. This camera was shaky and Emmett's booming laughter rang through. The camera steadied and showed Jazz on a cliff. He waved, laughing, then did a back flip over the edge, and Emmett and the camera launched themselves off the edge, spinning shakily and then the water attacked the screen. Emmett must have lifted the camera in the air, then shook it to get rid of the water.
"Good job this baby's waterproof." Emmett muttered as they made their way to the shore. Jacob was there, soaking and laughing on the spot. He slapped his knee and choked.
"That was fantastic. Legendary." Jazz yelled at Jacob, high fiving him. Emmett chuckled and ran forward, moving the camera once again.
"Dude I jumped off with the camera." Emmett laughed.
"That's sick." Jazz smirked. "Come on. We gotta go to Emily's. Maybe we should bring Edward back a muffin or something."
"Way to ruin the moment Jazz." Emmett said darkly. "He hasn't come out of that room in a week, besides to go out drinking and fucking in Port Angeles and Seattle."
"Okay, I'm sorry Dude, but he's your brother." The camera shut itself off. I decided to go to the next DVD. The first half was mostly the same miserable stuff, and then it got a little worse, and then the whole scene was different. Bella was in it.
"For the first time on camera!" Emmett chuckled, then turned the screen. "Bella Swan!" I was holding Bella by the waist, and they smirked at the camera. "Look at all this happy shizzle. Eddie, I say, most of the past year's videos were all dissing you. You looked like shit 24-7!" Edward groaned, and sucked on Bella's neck and they started to kiss passionately. Emmett groaned, and turned the camera to face himself.
"To you viewers, we shall be now showing, Bella's sister...Alice Swan!" He then showed Jazz and Alice, in an intimate embrace. Emmett scoffed.
"Really. You two pair of lovers should go get a room. Where's my Rosie?" he then went to enlarge the screen on his girlfriend, who was standing on the patio with Esme. He walked forward to her, and soon the screen was concentrated on Rosie's cheek, then her lips.
"Emmy-Bear!" She laughed sarcastically. She smiled, and moved so it was just the garden you could see. I shook my head. Emmett.
The next view I saw was myself, smiling like I was in love. I frowned at the screen. I had my arms open, and the camera moved forward and the person holding the camera must have sat down. The camera then twisted around to show both me and Bella, and I kissed her deeply.
"I love you. So much." I mumbled, and Bella smiled.
"I love you too." Bella crashed her lips to mine again, and I deepened the kiss. The show lasted a bit too long, and we must have been getting closer to third base or something. I forwarded the film, and as I expected, when I played it again, moans and groans were heard. We weren't having sex, but my shirt was off and I was about to pull Bella's off. The camera dropped to the floor.
"Hold on." Bella's voice whispered, and she camera was picked up, and it shut off.
I leaned back in my posture as I watched the rest of the DVDs, up to the most recent one. I hadn't realised the pain in my chest had hurt even more per clip, and a tear fell. I missed what I was. What I had. I wanted Bella. I...I think I loved her, just by those clips of our memories. I stood up and headed out of the door. I got into my car and headed for where my heart wanted me to go. These roads seemed so familiar, even though I knew I hadn't often been down these roads. I knocked on a couple of doors down this one road, and then I saw a house, that looked like I should know it. But my memory was trying to force its way out, but something was holding it back. It was so difficult to press for information against myself, but I knocked on the door. The curtain to the right window fluttered, and Rosalie opened the door, and swung her arm back, and her fist connection with my face. I grunted and fell back on the floor, hitting my head.
"Douche-bag." Rosalie muttered and shut the door behind her. My whole head throbbed, and I sat up. The door swung open again, and I looked up. Emmett stood there, looking down at me.
"You're a day late." He mumbled and helped me up.
"I need to speak with Bella." Emmett shook his head.
"No you're not. She doesn't want to speak with you. Never mind see you."
"Em, have you ever known the feeling of knowing something, but you can't place your finger on the memory or a word, or a name, but you know what it is? This is how I feel right now." I paused. "And have you wondered yet how I managed to get here, even though I don't remember techinically where she lives?" Emmett's face went blank, and he moved to the side. I stormed up the steps to inside the house and looked around. Emmett came up behind me.
"Where is she?" I pondered.
"...guess..." I ran straight up the stairs and turned a corner, and I found myself in a bedroom. Everyones eyes turned to mine.
"Bella?" I whispered. She looked up at me, eyes puffy red. "Bella." I repeated.
"What?" She cried, and she looked...broken. Tears sprung to my eyes.
"I-I...Can I talk to you for a sec?" I then hung around the door as Bella nodded, then looked at the others to leave. They filed out, giving me death glares as I shut the door behind them.
"What do you want? Figured out you don't know me then? Oh, wait, you've already done that..." Bella whimpered, and I stepped forward.
"Bella. You know I couldn't help losing my memory..." I winced at the pain the my head from the fall just downstairs, as I rubbed it unconsciously. Bella sat up straight, with a angry expression.
"I know. But why did you pretend like it was all okay? And I had to find out like that? That was the worst thing you've ever left me with, even worse than leaving me altogether." I frowned.
"I left you?" I sat next to her on the bed, and she flinched when our arms touched. She nodded.
"When you went back to here. You left me and Alice, and you stopped contact after so long." I sighed.
"I've never had a good sense of right and wrong..." I said under my breath.
"Bella, I wanted to see your face. I wanted to see if I would remember everything quicker than I expected, so you wouldn't have to hurt like when you saw me falling..." I froze. Wait, what?
"You saw my face as you fell?" Bella asked incredulously.
"Um...I'm kind of...getting...er...flashes. I'm not sure whether they are memories..."
"I was with you when you fell. I was looking straight at you." She mumbled, and she traced the palm of my hand. I took her outstretched hand, and placed it in mine, holding it tightly. Bella didn't make a sound.
"I need to tell you something..." I paused to see if she would interupt. When she didn't I carried on. "I watch some home movies of what I don't remember-"
"-you watched some home movies? Of what you don't remember?" She spoke and I laughed quietly.
"yes, I did."
"Did it help?"
"Hold on. I was getting to that."
"So it helped or didn't help?"
"Shh." I placed my finger to her lips. She quietened down.
"I watched the videos, and I don't remember everything." She sulked, and I laughed. "Hold on."
"But the videos did make me see something, if anything, that you, Bella, if you didn't already know, you made such an impact on my life. Have you seen the videos from after the holiday and before you came here? I was miserable, I wouldn't eat, all I did was sleep, drink and apparently 'fuck' people." Bella nodded, and mumbled a response.
"You told me that. I haven't seen them though..."
"And I know...that if I hadn't found you, I would still be lost. I still feel that I am, because I forgotten where I am, but will those strong feelings develop again? I believe they will. If you are willing to try help me, of course, and accept my apology for...leading you on so wrongly." I kissed her knucles and begged for those eyes to open. When they did, I felt another pang to my heart. I left her hand to my lips, and I kissed her wrists lovingly.
"Edward...I love you...I forgive you..." she leaned closer to me, and I crashed my lips to hers. God her lips tasted delicious. I let go of her hand and pulled her whole body to me. She chewed on her bottom lip and I pulled it from her teeth with my lips, sucking it hungrily. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling, which released a moan from my throat.
"Bella...I think I love you too." I whispered, as I lowered her to the mattress. She stuck her tongue deep into my mouth and our tongues fought dominance. She sucked on my bottom lip greedily as I took her top lip into my mouth. She pulled my shirt over my head and bit her lip as she took in my physique. She then started for the button on my jeans...
EMPOV
After I explained to my friends what Edward had told me, we decided to listen in to their conversation.
"I can't here anything!" Alice squeaked. "Maybe I should open the door to see if they're alive..." Her hand hovered over the door knob, and I slapped it away, and she pouted.
"Sorry, Al, but they may be talking quietly, and going in there won't help anything." I whispered. Rosie had a cup to her ear and had the other end on the door. "Can you hear anything, Rosie?"
"Shush!" She shook her head slightly, and then froze and her face crinkled in cringe lines. "Ugh! Ugh! Get out, now!" We moved away from the door.
"What? What did you hear?" Rosie shook her head.
"Sex noises. For sure." She groaned. "Why oh why does Bella forgive so easily! I mean, does she remember how upset she was yesterday?" I leaned closer to the door, and sure enough, I heard small grunts and moans, and the squeaking and thumping of the bed connecting with the wall. I didn't know whether I should be happy and proud for my brother, getting some, or worried for what will be next.
"Lets go out somewhere." I suggested as we practically ran for the door.
"Should we be concerned?" Jazz and Rosie said at the same time, and I shuddered. The brother-sister connection between them was freaky deaky.
"We'll have to wait and find out." I mumbled as I turned a corner in my Jeep. Just wait and find out...
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