Disclaimers: I own nothing; I'm just playing with Stephanie's characters and the plot is very loosely based on Channing's teen years.
Chapter 2. BPOV
God, this week has been pure torture not only did Alice confess a not so little secret to me, that made me livid, because it made me look a stupid and I don't like being a joke at someone else's expense. Even though Alice profusely worded her concerns and saying that wasn't the case, it still felt like it.
Apparently the small talk and smiles she and Edward shared, was more than I thought it to be.
They know each other! It's not like their close friends, but they've met on several occasions, it seems that Edward is in fact Jaspers cousin.
Alice kept telling me, she didn't tell me, 'cause she didn't want my opinion to be biased.
Then I told her I didn't understand her reasoning, because her opinion of him had already been formed so half the votes were already influenced. She just gave me puppy dog eyes and shrugged her shoulders, clearly not able to argue that fact, or maybe she just had another hidden agenda.
I just shook my head at her and let it go with a deep sigh. Alice and I don't hold grudges; we just air it out and move on.
It didn't matter anyway; he was the best of the candidates so we would have picked him even if she didn't know him. Of course he wouldn't have shown if it weren't for Alice, so I guess I'm sort of grateful but I would never tell Alice that.
And on top of that mess I've been doing double shifts at the diner for the last couple of days, 'cause we are a man down, Jessica caught some nasty ass virus, I mean she had things shooting out of all openings – her words not mine! So the rest of the crew at the diner and myself included, begged her to stay away until she was all better for our sakes and the costumers.
That also means I have to work this Sunday, the day that Edward is moving in.
-~oOo~-
"Bella, you head on home, you've been working so hard, Ben and I will close up together." I shot Angela a challenging look, over my shoulder while wiping down a table. She was sitting on a barstool at the counter putting napkins in the holders with a devious grin. I smiled back while shaking my head and finished the table.
Angela, Ben, Jessica and I have been working at that diner for old man Harry Clearwater, for a long time now and during that whole time Angela and Ben had been flirting with each other nonstop, so maybe this will be the night things will progress.
"Thanks Angela, I really am beat."
I yelled out towards the kitchen were Ben was.
"See you later Ben, make sure Angela gets home safe will ya." His head popped out the swing door.
"Sure thing Bella" He had a big smile on his face, probably excited about some alone time with Angela.
I smiled back, waved at Angela and grabbed my jacket hanging by the door and headed out. I didn't really need a jacket tonight, it was a warm night here in Florida but that's nothing new, I just like being prepared in case my truck breaks down, which it does a lot. I reached my big red rusty truck, which I've had since I was seventeen. I threw my jacket in beside me, slammed the door and headed home.
Humming along with the music, I spaced out. I was so tired I just wanted a nice long shower and then my bed. I have classes at nine so I ran a quick checklist in my head, to see if I've remembered everything for tomorrow. Before I knew it I was parked out front of our apartment building. Once inside I hung my jacket by the door and closing the door as quietly as possible. It was close to midnight so Alice was likely asleep or at Jaspers, I tiptoed trough the apartment just in case, not wanting to wake her.
I headed straight for the bathroom, stripping out of my smelly diner uniform; I wrapped my body in a towel and turned on the shower. It usually needed a few seconds to get warm.
Before I know it I'm under the hot spray. Hmm it feels so good.
While soaping my body up I start humming and quietly singing to myself.
"If your horny, Let's do it
Ride it, My Pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it"
"Sitting here flossing
Peeping your steelo
Just once if I have the chance
The things I will do to you
You and your body
Every single portion
Send chills up and down your spine
Juices flowing down your thigh"
And before I even recognize what song I'm actually singing, it's just one of those times where a song is stuck on your brain and you don't even recognize it's there; must have been on the car ride home.
A velvety singing voice brings me out of my hot steam singing stupor.
"If your horny, Let's do it…"
I scream with all my might and clutch the white shower curtain to my body as a form of shield. In the back of my mind I knew all along it was Edward, because I'd recognize his voice anywhere, but my reactions got the best of me.
And fudge buckets! I totally forgot he would be here when I got home.
I heard him curse under his breath, clear his throat and then speak "shit I'm sorry Bella I didn't mean to scare you. Are you all right?"
He didn't wait for my answer.
"I just finished putting my stuff away and wanted a shower, I walked in not knowing you were in here and then I heard you singing and was curious. But I'll leave you to it; I'm really, really sorry Bella"
Aw, he sounded so guilty I couldn't take Plus I should have remembered him being here and locked the door. I peeped out from the curtain.
"Edward…" That's all I managed to get out choking on my own breath, 'cause beside the towel in his hand he was currently only wearing tight white Calvin Klein boxer briefs; his broad muscular back, tight and perfectly round ass in my direct line of sight. He stopped and turned around with slight hope in his eyes, but that was quickly replaced with a look of worry, as I lost control of the showerhead I was currently holding. It slipped out of my hands just as he turned around, 'cause I can't seem to control my body whenever he's around, he proved that the first time around but now dressed less then decent is more than I can endure.
Now imagine this, It all happened slow-motion.
The showerhead lands on the floor as Edward reaches for it. The spray going round and round in the air getting everything wet in its way, and by that I mean Edward too, of course.
Edward stands, he lifts the showerhead in the direction of the tub I'm currently standing in, shakes his head and that gorgeous set of hair, still this is all in slow-motion mind you.
My eyes roam his body slowly, from head to toe. I watch the water drip down his clean shaven jaw and those pouty pink lips, down his chest, those sexy abs and that luscious V of his abdomen, down to the waistband of his white boxer briefs.
My breathing becomes labored; I start shivering and give out a little whimper and stop breathing all together.
Here Edward stands in all his glory, and I have the perfect view of Edward's very big and very beautiful cock. Now I don't usually use that word for them, but holy macaroni does Edward have one! And it is very obviously on display in his now tightly confined, wet and see-through white boxer briefs. I let out another whimper moan, unable to help myself. Please tell me the man has a semi hard on, because otherwise I'd die. He's so huge! But why would he have a semi Bella.
Warmth and pleasure strike trough my body and settles between my thighs. I squirm a little, 'cause I'm unbelievably wet and horny right now.
I open my mouth and close it again. I do this a couple of times; I must look like a fish out of water.
A look of concern crosses his features, he takes a step forward and hands me the showerhead.
"Are you okay Bella"
God, I hope he hasn't caught me starring that would be so embarrassing.
A lot… well probably all women throw themselves at Edward all because he looks like a bad boy supermodel, He most likely has a new woman every week. Thankfully I have the commonsense to not throw myself at him. Because first of all, Edward is waaaay out of my league, it would just be plain stupid to come on to him. Second of all, I have absolutely no idea how to make a pass at someone or be sexy and flirtatious plus we live together, it could get really weird. But thirdly and most importantly, Edward does not see me that way, he couldn't possible, I'm no sex vixen that's for sure.
"Bella?" He sounds nervous but also like he's in pain.
Shit, I'm still just standing here. I check myself to make sure I'm fully covered, which it appears that I'm not, I think I just flashed Edward one of my boobs. I quickly yank the shower curtain closed, shielding me of from Edward and jamming myself up in the corner, the minute I do my face turns crimson red; god how embarrassing.
I attach the showerhead once more and cover my face with my hands and mumble.
"Edward can we please forget this ever happened?" There's a beat of silence.
"Um… sure Bella; again I'm really truly sorry." I hear the door close quietly. Argh… I just want to cry of humiliation.
I manage to finish my shower without further incident. But as I'm drying myself off, I remember that, that is all I have to cover my body – a freaking towel. With a deep sigh and resignation I open the door and head for my bedroom only covered in my fluffy towel. I sort of expect to run in to Edward once more, figuring that would be my luck, but no such thing happened and I felt kind of weird… disappointed maybe?
-~oOo~-
The next morning I wake with my hair looking like a birds nest, because I didn't want to blow-dry my hair so late at night, it's so noisy. A messy bun on top of my head it is then. I've already snuck out to pee and wash my face, luckily I didn't run in to anybody, and by that I mean Edward. Cue dreamy sigh… This was the first time I dreamt of Edward, and let's just say it helped get that messy sex hair look.
I sit by my small desk in my room which has a mirror above it; I fan my face with my hands trying to calm my heated cheeks down. I have to stop letting him have this power over me, I haven't even seen him and I'm already blushing. I start applying my usual makeup, some concealer to hide my annoying dark spots under my eyes, a little mascara and my favorite cherry lip balm. I don't like lip-gloss it's too sticky, just a little wind and all your hair is stuck to your lips, it's annoying as hell!
I'm in my daily uniform which consists of skinny jeans or when it is deadly hot my cut off's, my trusty chucks are reserved for nights when it is cooler, so for daywear I have my ballet flats, and of course one of my many weird t-shirt tied in a knot at the bottom, which today says;
You read my t-shirt.
That's enough social
interaction for one day
Okay so I wasn't in the best mood today despite my glorious dream, but can you blame me after that shower fiasco last night and now my bad hair day, I hate wearing my hair up. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out, I'm so nervous to see Edward and test the waters of how weird things will be between us now.
I slowly made my way to the kitchen counter, skimming the kitchen and living room. The apartment looked dead. I yelled out a timid "Hello?" but no response. I guess Alice slept at Jaspers, but where is Edward?
I went in to the kitchen to prepare some coffee and cereal, but the first thing I spotted was a note attached to the fridge.
Good morning Bella,
I hope you slept well.
Again, I am really sorry about last night
I hope you can forgive me.
I've made coffee and there is some left over eggs
and bacon under the tinfoil, if you want it.
See you tonight,
Edward.
Aarh… isn't he the sweetest. Here I was thinking how bad everything was, and he totally made my morning!
I dove straight for the eggs and bacon, testing the temperature; it was still lukewarm so he must not have left that long ago. It's just after seven now, so I guess he's out the door pretty early.
I scoffed down some of the eggs. I just can't get past this sweet gesture; I can't remember the last time someone cocked for me. All of the sudden I get a little misty-eyed, thinking of my mom's lousy attempts of cocking and my dad luring us to the local diner for burger and fries instead. I usually did the cocking for all of us, well until the accident.
They died in a car crash my senior year of high school. I was of course devastated, not only had I lost my parents, but I also had to move from Forks where I grew up, to come live with my aunt and uncle here in Florida. I didn't know aunt Esme and uncle Carlisle that well, but they were my only remaining family and godparents so they were my only choice since I had yet to turn eighteen at the time.
Esme was my mother's little sister, I saw her a couple of times while growing up, but her and her husband Carlisle had a busy life here. Carlisle is a big time movie producer, and she usually traveled with him everywhere.
When I moved out to live with them, that all changed. Esme stayed home with me, we decided it was best with homeschooling 'cause I only had five more months until graduation, and with me being miserable all the time missing my parents and Alice who was still back in Forks, it wouldn't have made sense to change schools.
Esme really is an angel. We became really close, her and Carlisle both. They paid for my college saying I shouldn't use the money I got from my parents and from my childhood home being sold.
I reluctantly accepted, but refused to mooch too much of them, so I got that lousy job at the diner to pay for rent and food. They of course owned this apartment building so our rent is really cheap.
I was so happy the day I learned that Alice was joining me here for college, I had missed her like crazy. Our first day of college we had met Rosalie, a feisty bombshell blonde. We both fell for her immediately and she moved in the following week. We've all been best friends ever since.
I was brought out of my reminiscing by a text from Alice.
Hi B, slept at Jazz's sorry I forgot to mention it, didn't want you to worry. See you on campus. xo Alice.
I finished my coffee and delicious breakfast, and as I was rinsing of the dishes, I looked down at myself and frowned. My shirt no longer matched my mood.
Ever since my parents died, Esme encouraged me to have an outlet for my feeling, 'cause I hid myself away the first months of the accident and didn't talk much. But one day Esme and I went shopping and we found several shirts with funny phrases, and from that day I was hooked.
Seeing how Edward had lifted my spirits about our whole encounter, I decided to change my t-shirt to a more fun one.
I'm great in bed
I can sleep for days
I also decided to do some grocery shopping after school and cook Edward my famous lasagna and garlic bread tonight; I hope he will like it.
-~oOo~-
For some reason school was a bore today, the hours seemed to drag on and on. But one thing that excited me was that we were starting a new project, where we were to find a human interest topic or a profile subject and take a series of photos relating to the subject, describing it only in short paragraphs, to teach us how to let our photos tell a story. This would help us with our future careers either as event or weeding photography, and even photojournalism. When we were done, there would be a showcase.
I'm majoring in photography. My mom used to get all these crazy hobbies when I was younger, and one of those was photography. But when she got bored of that hobby like all the others, she gave the camera to me and I loved it. I spent all my allowance and savings on my camera and photos, to this day it is still my biggest passion.
I meet up with the girls around noon for some lunch. As we were sitting at a table under a tree hiding a little from the sun, Rosalie was the first to speak up, while taking a big bite out of her sandwich.
"So hrow are you hliking Edwad so fah?" I'm sorry what know? Jeez… Rose may be a classic beauty, Marilyn Monroe style, but she is crude, loud and has manners like a drunken seventeen year old boy. Before I managed an answer, Alice cut in;
"He's just such a sweetheart, but Bella was at work when he moved in, so they probably haven't seen much of each other."
Oh dear Alice, if you only knew how much we've actually seen of each other.
"Well… we kind of had a brief encounter last night…" I trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence. Why did I open my big fat mouth? And great now my cheeks are burning, I suddenly find the table very interesting.
I can feel Rose and Alice's eyes burning holes in my forehead. There was a brief pause before Alice spoke up.
"What do you mean by `brief encounter´ Bella?"
Fidgeting with my sandwich, all appetite gone I try to come up with a fitting response.
"We saw each other shortly last night, that's all." I had no interest in divulging any details; I'd rather take that embarrassment to the grave. I've never been the gossipy type but something else was also keeping me from telling, I just didn't know what.
I could still feel them, glaring daggers but I refused to look up or explain further. Luckily the girls let it slide, they knew me well enough to let it go but they also knew something was up.
A/N:
Please R & R! Let me know if you all liked soaking wet Edward!? …Wetward ;-)
Maybe next chapter will be EPOV…
How do you like my Edible Eddie image, I've been crafty in GIMP. Haha you can totally see it's a pasted head, but I don't care!
I wish Rob would work out a little so people wouldn't need to paste his head to all kinds of beefy body's… just a thought.