A/N: Okay, so I think this may be the last chapter of American Girl before I move in a few days. In fact, the entire story is almost done. Two more chapters I believe.
However, in the meantime, I am looking for assistance on the sequel. Please review and send me suggestions on locations they could visit across the continental U.S. I want them to hit the odd destinations like the world's biggest ball of twine or a Leaning Tower of Pisa in Wisconsin made entirely of cheese. I don't know if those exist, but I am sure you get the idea. I promise to give you a massive shout out if I use your locations! Thanks!
I don't own twilight, but I am very late for an appointment because I wanted to get this up today.
BPOV
"Bella," shouted my mother from the kitchen as she woke me from my reverie of resting next to Edward. He was fast asleep with my head on his chest and my body wrapped completely around him. I slipped out from his arms and headed downstairs to find my mother stepping around the kitchen in frustration. "Can you help out for a moment?"
"Sure Mom, what do you need done?" I asked nicely, albeit a bit frustrated. I had always helped my mother with thanksgiving dinner, so tonight shouldn't be any different. In fact, I should be nicer to her in general since she has taken to being a bit more accepting of Edward, which was all I wanted from this trip.
"Can you get me a can of peas and one of cranberries as I pull the turkey out?" I nodded my head and walked towards the pantry, stepping inside and trying to turn on the light switch. There was no light.
"Jesus Christ," yelled my father as I searched around in the small dark room for what I thought were the right cans. "The rainstorm knocked the fucking power out," he screamed angrily as he wandered into the kitchen searching for a flashlight, as a big clap of thunder filled the air.
"At least the turkey is done and we have a gas stove so I can finish most of dinner," sighed my mother as I handed her two cans, baked beans and chicken broth. She looked down at me and I snatched the flashlight from my father as I walked back into the pantry and grabbed the proper cans, dropping them on the counter beside my mother. The phone rang mere minutes later, and I headed upstairs to wake up Edward. Surely he would want to be awake for the great power outage of 2009, I told myself as I pushed the door open gently and found him sitting in my desk chair beside the window.
"Where'd you go?" he asked sadly as I sat down on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"My mom needed help in the kitchen, and then the power went out. Usually it takes a few hours for the lights to go back on around here, so dinner will certainly be interesting," I said with a laugh as Edward kissed my neck sweetly and began rubbing my hip, where my tattoo is. Now that it had healed completely and I didn't have to wear the itchy bandage anymore, Edward had taken to rubbing or kissing it at every possible chance. I always found it a little endearing when he would lean down and kiss it while we spooned after sex. Each kiss there was like another declaration of love in my opinion.
"I liked what happened last time we were left without power," he said with a chuckle as he leaned down and licked my neck, no doubt recalling our time in Copenhagen, where we took the time to explore each other a little more thoroughly. Edward kissed my lips softly and then a serious look crossed his face as he leaned forward against my neck and began to suck furiously for a few minutes. I was moaning quietly as his fingers traced along the edge of my pants gently and just as I was about to lock my door and ravish him, my father showed up in the doorway, clearing his throat. I was about to jump from my spot on Edward's lap, but he held onto me firmly.
"Your mom could use a little bit of help, from the both of you. Thanks to the power outage, which has affected most of the northwest part of the state, we're having a few extra guests over for dinner." Great, I groaned to myself as I pictured sitting around the dining room table with some of Charlie's police buddies who were also screwed by the power outage. I hopped off of Edward's lap reluctantly and he excused himself to go to the bathroom, as Charlie headed down the stairs.
"Having a bit of an issue?" I asked with a grin as I noticed the tension in his pants.
"Well, if you'd stop rubbing your ass all over me, it wouldn't be so fucking hard," he said anxiously as I giggled and started down the stairs to the kitchen. Edward joined us mere minutes later, with a nervous smile on his face. He rubbed my neck gently as my mom suddenly gasped and dropped the fork she was holding.
"Is that a hickey?" she yelled incredulously as Charlie, Edward and I all laughed.
"Just be glad all we were doing was kissing," I said sarcastically as I handed Edward the can opener so that he could open the peas and cranberries for me. My mother scoffed loudly as Charlie laughed again. When I looked over at Edward, he looked completely mortified and kept doing everything that was asked of him. Thirty minutes later, after Edward and I had filled the entire house with every single candle and lantern we could find, there was a hard knock on the door and my heart dropped.
"Who's coming over for dinner Dad?"
"It's just Billy, Rebecca and Jacob. They have an electric oven and Rebecca apparently screwed up almost everything for their dinner, so I invited them over." My dad looked at me with a big smile, apparently unaware of my mother's attempts to force Jacob and I together over the summer.
"Jacob like… Jacob who I beat the shit out of?" asked Edward as I felt him snake his hand around my waist a bit possessively. I nodded my head in frustration, knowing full well that my lovely family dinner had just turned to shit. I grabbed Edwards hand and dragged him back towards Charlie's office in a desperate attempt to separate Edward and Jacob from one another. "I'm not mad Bella. It's not like you knew he would be here."
"I know, I just want you to remember that I love you more than anything else in the world. I trust you to try to keep your cool during dinner because we do not need any more obstacles where my family is concerned." Edward nodded his head in agreement and kissed me lightly as he wrapped me up in a big hug. We could hear the voices of everyone in the living room when I suddenly cringed at the sound of my father calling my name.
"No time like the present," laughed Edward as he intertwined his fingers in mine and led me out to the living room.
"Bella, you are looking as lovely as ever. Your parents must be so excited to have you home for the holidays," said Billy excitedly as I leaned forward and gave him a gentle hug. Billy had gotten into a car accident a year after his wife passed away, but luckily for him it only left him wheelchair bound and not dead. Rebecca had come home in the summer to help take care of him now that Jacob had left for college. Thankfully Angela was up on all the latest gossip and had filled me in when I told her about Jacob surprising me at my dorm room several months ago.
"Thanks Billy," I replied genuinely as he glanced up at Edward with narrowed eyes. "This is my boyfriend, Edward Cullen." Edward extended his hand politely and Billy took it, with a firm shake. I turned back to Edward and with a nervous smile; I introduced him to the rest of our guests. "This is Rebecca and you already know Jacob."
The room was suddenly very quiet, but I was shocked when Jacob broke the tension. "It's nice to see you again Bella." I nodded my head nervously as Edward glared at him angrily. "Everything smells awesome Renee. I'm actually glad the power went out and Rebecca burnt the turkey and pie."
"Thanks Jacob. Why don't you all go get comfortable in the living room while Bella helps me finish up in the kitchen?" I gripped tighter to Edward's hand, not wanting him to be in a room with Jacob and pulled him with me into the kitchen. "Oh Edward, would you mind helping Bella set the table?"
"It would be my pleasure Renee," he said forcefully as I led him through to the dining room, him carrying all the plates and me with the cutlery. Only twenty minutes later, after successfully avoiding the entire Black family, we were all sitting around the dining room table as Billy said a quick blessing as my father took great pride in carving up the turkey. I couldn't help but notice how tense Edward had become now that we were seated across from Jacob and Rebecca.
"So Edward, Jacob tells me you are a music major back in New York," said Rebecca sweetly as she served some potatoes onto her plate and passed them to Jacob.
"Yeah, I'm studying music and music theory back at NYU. I play piano." Rebecca simply nodded as my mother began to speak.
"It must be hard for the two of you to spend time together with all your classes and everything," said Renee, sounding a bit like the bitch she was when we walked in the house two days ago.
"Actually, we have a good routine down. We always make time for our studies first and us second, but we've had no problems with it. Sure, we don't see each other as much as we'd like, but I'd walk on broken glass for Bella, so what does a few days apart matter?" said Edward fiercely as I grabbed his thigh tightly under the table. Jacob was surprisingly quiet for most of the dinner, until Rebecca took her heavy sweater off, revealing a small tattoo on her wrist.
"That's nice ink," I said honestly as I realized my stupid words and immediately smacked my hand to my head. Edward's hand moved to the back of my neck, massaging gently to relive my tension. There was always the possibility that Jacob wouldn't open his mouth with my entire family sitting here, right?
"How is your ink doing Bella?" asked Jacob with an evil smirk as Edward dropped his fork onto his plate, causing a loud noise. "I know it's been a few months, but it must have healed by now right?"
"What ink?" my mother yelled out angrily as Edward gripped my hand for support.
"I have a tattoo mom," I said quietly under my breath. I looked over at Charlie and he had no expression whatsoever, instead he was shoveling more turkey into his mouth. When he saw my face, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Apparently he didn't care about the tattoo, which was a bit of a relief.
"Doesn't Edward have a matching tattoo?" added Jacob as I stood from the table, but Edward held me back, knowing full well I had planned to wrap my hands as tightly around his throat as I could. My mother stared over at both of us awaiting a response of some sort.
"Yes, we have matching tattoos. They are Japanese lettering and were designed by our friend Jasper. They aren't very big and they aren't a big deal," said Edward as he glanced nervously between my parents, unsure of what to expect.
"That actually sounds nice," said Rebecca, easing the awkwardness around the table. I stared down at my plate, suddenly not feeling very hungry. Who knows what else Jacob would tell them in his apparent effort to piss me off. I immediately thought he would let me parents know about Edward beating the shit out of him the night he found out about the tattoo, but he said nothing. He knew he already caused enough damage with the tattoo issue.
"We'll discuss it later Isabella," said my mother, the disappointment clear in her voice. The rest of dinner dragged on. Edward and Jacob were constantly throwing angry glares at one another, while Rebecca tried to pull me and my mother into conversation about anything. Billy and Charlie were in their own little world, discussing fishing and sports. It was sheer torture. Waterboarding had nothing on Thanksgiving dinner with the Blacks and the Swans, I laughed to myself as Renee asked me to start clearing the table. Thank god.
As I grabbed a few of the empty plates from the table, Jacob jumped up to help me, followed immediately by Edward. "Both of you can sit the fuck down. I can handle cleaning off the table," I yelled angrily at them as they both hung their heads and returned to their seats.
"Watch your mouth Bells," called my father from the end of the table, although he didn't sound too upset. He had adjusted to me getting older a lot better than Renee had. I shook my head, in an effort to pretend the last half hour hadn't happened and took all the plates into the kitchen, returning moments later to clear off all the food that was left. Once the table was clear, I began to start a pot of coffee when I felt Edward slide his arms around me and kiss my neck.
"Jacob has been staring at your hickey all night and I must admit, I feel kind of smug about it," laughed Edward into my ear as he tightened his grip. "I'm sorry he told your parents about the tattoos."
"It's fine. They needed to know eventually right? Although I would have preferred it happened several years into the future, but they'll deal with it." I poured some of the coffee into the filter and we stood against the counter, listening to the coffee drip into the old stovetop carafe that my parents had, Edward's hardness pressed against my ass.
"How much longer do we have to play nice?"
"Probably until after dessert. My mom made pumpkin pie and she is known county wide for her awesome pie," I explained as I felt him rock back and forth against me.
"I need you Bella."
EPOV
Thanksgiving dinner had been one of the more excruciatingly painful events of my life. The day had started out so well too, with Renee getting off my back slightly and then spending several hours cuddling in bed with Bella. I blame the power outage and the rain for this entire mess. I had to play the role of possessive boyfriend again the moment that Jacob walked through the front door with his family. I think dinner would have gone better if we had been sitting with Satan, Sadaam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden. This was torture. We glared at each other through most of the meal and I think that was one of the reasons he ended up blurting out that Bella and I had matching tattoos. He was mad that I had the girl, so he was going to make this as painful for us as possible.
I tried to ease the tension around the table, but Renee seemed livid about it all. Charlie however, didn't seem to give a shit that I had practically branded his daughter. Then again, he hadn't cared about the dark hickey currently gracing his daughter's neck either. I loved Charlie.
Once dinner was over, I made my way over to Bella, who was in the kitchen preparing coffee in an old camping carafe on the stove. I wrapped myself around her and grew hard the moment I was pressed against her. I had no idea where we could go or how we were going to leave for a few minutes of privacy, but I needed desperately and I let her know it.
"I need you Bella."I whispered breathlessly into her ear as she pushed back against me for a moment.
"I want you so bad Edward," she said quietly as she turned around and latched her lips onto mine. "Wait until dessert is over. I think I have an idea." My eyes widened at the sole mention of a possible idea, I was willing to do just about anything to be with her right now. I just had to exercise some patience though. As Bella grabbed a few mugs from the cupboard, the lights flickered back on and everyone in the house got very excited, I think I even heard Billy and Charlie clapping.
Renee came into the kitchen and fixed up her pie, while I helped Bella bring everything else to the table, including dessert plates and forks. As we all sat down, Jacob looked over at me with narrowed eyes and I simply wrapped my arm around Bella's shoulder, pulling her slightly closer to me, as though I was reminding him that she was mine. Luckily for him, he was on his best behavior for the rest of the night because it was taking all of my energy not to beat the shit out of him in front of Bella's family.
"Well, Renee and Charlie, thanks so much for your hospitality," said Billy almost an hour later, as he pushed his chair back from the dining room table. "It was certainly an interesting evening." Charlie and he laughed easily about everything as Rebecca came behind Billy and began to push his wheelchair towards the front door, where Charlie and Jacob lifted the wheels and helped him down the two steps to the ground. "It was nice to see you again Bella. Edward." Yeah, nice to see you too, thanks for bringing up such an asshole for a son, I laughed to myself, as I simply nodded my head in acknowledgement of his words. Jacob and Rebecca didn't say anything further, although they both hugged Bella's parents and waved from their truck before pulling out of the driveway.
"Well, that was awkward," laughed Charlie as he led us all back into the house. "You didn't tell me there was anything going on with you and Jacob."
"Ask mom. She seems to think there is a lot going on with me and Jacob," Bella said rudely as she looked over at her mother.
"Had I known there was a bad blood, I wouldn't have extended the invitation, so someone should tell me what is going on," snapped Charlie as she slumped down into a kitchen chair and stared at the two most important people in his life. I was a little shocked that Renee was the one who spoke first.
"Fine, over the summer I may have casually commented to Jacob that Bella was single and would be living in New York while going to Columbia," she remarked casually as Charlie started to glare at her. "I didn't think that whatever she had with Edward in Europe over the summer would last, but I was clearly wrong. Every time I saw Jacob, I might have sort of pushed him into contacting Bella."
"Yeah, there was contact alright, between his face and Edward's fist," Bella said with a giggle as both of her parents looked at me in shock and disappointment. "Don't be mad at Edward, Jacob deserved it the first time and well the second time wasn't really deserved, but I can understand where he was coming from now."
"You've beat him up twice?" asked Charlie incredulously.
"Well, actually sir, the first time I only got one punch in. The second time was more of a beating," I laughed nervously as Charlie stood up and patted me on the back.
"If you were protecting Bella, then good for you son," he said casually as he walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs with Renee fast on his heels, pissed off as all hell. He didn't even want to hear that I had gone all jealous on Jacob, but I didn't care. Charlie liked me. Fuck, he even called me son. I knew I'd never get as lucky with Renee, but I didn't let it bother me.
"So, you want to see something really pretty?" asked Bella as she grabbed my hand.
"Depends on your definition of pretty," I said with a grin as she pulled me out the back door towards the separate garage that was behind her house. Thankfully it had stopped raining, but our shoes still got a bit muddy as we trudged across the back yard and into the small out building. Bella turned on the main light and my eyes widened as I looked down at a huge boat of a car. "What is this?"
"This, my dear boyfriend, is a classic 1959 Chevy impala that my father has been restoring in his free time for almost five years. Pretty isn't it?" said Bella as she guided me around the car. It was certainly pretty, but I honestly couldn't take my eyes off of the huge back seat. "I think you should turn on that lantern over there," she said as she pointed to the tool bench where a small light sat, "and then you should turn off the main light and join me."
I watched in shock as Bella opened the back door of the car and slipped in, pulling her shirt off over her head. I practically ran to the bench and flicked on the lantern as I stumbled back across the garage to shut off the main light. I quickly tossed my own shirt off and joined her in the backseat, where she was lying down, waiting for me. "As cold as tonight is, you are so fucking hot Bella," I whispered to her as I hovered my body over hers, my feet dangling out the door of the car.
"Just so you know, this is going to be one of those quick fucks I forewarned you about. If my father found us fucking his in precious car, he'd be back here with his gun in seconds to use on both of us," she said with a nervous laugh as she grabbed at my belt and began undoing it as quickly as possible.
"Take your own clothes off Bella," I panted to her as I swept her hands away from me and yanked my pants and boxers down in one swift movement. Bella looked at me with complete surprise. "What did you expect? You already did the hard work."
I leaned forward and pulled her bra down, cupping her breasts and revealing her hard nipples to me, which I bit eagerly as she lifted up her ass and shimmied her jeans off of her, tossing them onto the floor. I hadn't even bothered to pull mine off, instead they were puddled around my ankles, making it a bit difficult to move. "Slide your body down a bit," I motioned to her as I grabbed her hips, pulling her back towards me. I was rock hard the moment she pulled her shirt off, but the moment Bella held up a condom in her hand, I was completely ready to go. She ripped open the package and slid the condom onto me as I reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit furiously. I plunged one finger inside of her, and she was already dripping wet for me. I wonder if classic car sex would be better than train sex?
I positioned myself at her entrance and took a deep breath before I plunged my cock inside of her, groaning in ecstasy at the feel of her wrapped around me. "Oh fuck," I muttered quietly as Bella groaned beneath me, her hand grip against the front seat for support. I guided myself in and out of her slowly at first, before picking up the pace at her insistence. I had one hand on her waist and another on the door behind her head as I drilled into her, desperate for release. It was only a few pumps later that I felt Bella shudder beneath me and moan my name constantly, which just spurred me on as I released deep inside of her, a low growl coming from me as I came.
We fixed ourselves up as best as we could and kissed passionately before locking the door to the garage behind us, after I had ran over and turned off the small lantern. When we walked back into the house, it was only twenty minutes later and Charlie was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying another piece of pie slathered with whipped cream. "Where did you two get to?"
"I was just showing Edward the Impala," said Bella nervously as I gripped her hand.
"She's a beauty isn't she?" asked Charlie with a grin as he turned around to get my opinion.
"Beauitful," I replied honestly as I looked down at Bella with a huge smile. "I bet she rides like a dream."
A/N: Okay, I don't know much about classic cars, except what I have seen on Barrett Jackson Auctions, so don't yell at me. I don't think the 59 Impala has back doors, but it certainly looks like it has a huge back seat, which was all I cared about.