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Chapter 7- Working it Out
BPOV

Edward opened the door and I jumped in, all the time trying to decipher his hidden meaning. What condition did he have? Did his family have it too? Can he get rid of it? Does he want to? All these questions rang threw my head and more, but I was forced to put them in the back of my mind, Edward had just hopped in the car, and was now accelerating down the interstate.

The silence was getting increasingly awkward, so I tried to find my voice to talk.

"Edward," I started, my voice coming out squeaky, it's better then not coming out at all, I reminded myself internally. "Edward," I started again. "I have some questions," pause, "about-about your condition." Edward's hands tightened on the wheel, his skin stretching farther then I would have thought possible. He sighed.

"I thought you might." A smile tugged on the corners of his lips, but he refused to give in. "Go ahead."

"Well, to start off with, what is your condition?" The car slowed down remotely, and he turned his blinker on, and turned off the road. He pulled into a grassy field.

"Bella," he whispered, leaning closer, "care to take a walk with me?" My heart had accelerated, and his eyes were smoldering which means: I couldn't form a coherent sentence even if I wanted too. I feebly nodded and he, well, not smiled, but sort of flashed his teeth.

Edward didn't open my door this time, he just walked up to a big oak tree, and leaned against it casually. Waiting. I struggled with my door, and then made myself concentrate on not running to his side.

When I reached him, he sat down under the Oak, a breeze ruffling his already tousled hair. I sat down next to him, rubbing my arms. He took off his jacket and laid it over my shoulders, I tried to tell him no, but he just shook his head.

"Bella, my condition, or disease, is rare. It's not something you can get over, and it's not something that I would ever wish to pass on." He stopped, and stared off into the dark night. "My whole family has it, that's part of the reason we stay together," he glanced at me, his eyes a dark butterscotch.

"It's not something I think I could ever tell you," He continued, his hands twisting.

I reached out to touch them, and he didn't stop me, so I rested my hands over his, warming them. They were always so frightfully cold……..

"We could think of something, anything! Edward, I could help you through this!" I exclaimed, leaning closer to him.

He leaned away, turning his head away from me. A silent tear rolled down my cheek, hesitating on my chin. I went to wipe it away but Edward already had. He took my face in his hands, looking me in the eyes. He leaned closer, pausing, and then his lips met mine for the second time that night. Our lips moved in synch, mine forming perfectly with his. I leaned closer, pressing my body against his. My hands locked around his neck, as if I could keep him like this forever, just let this second drag on forever…. All too soon he leaned away, gently breaking my chain around his neck.
"Bella," he whispered.

I hadn't realized, but some time when we were making out, I had landed in Edward's lap. I went to get out of his lap, but his strong arms locked around my waist, keeping me there. I hesitantly leaned back, resting my head in the crook of his neck. He placed his head on top of mine.

"Edward if this is too much, I understand." I grabbed his hands, and attempted to pry them apart, but he just took my hands in his and said: "Bella, we'll make it work." And my heart stopped. I got light headed, thinking I would be with Edward, I would be able to say, 'Yes, I'm dating Edward Cullen' 'Yes, the Edward Cullen' the one every girl in our school drools over, the one that has that beautiful, tousled bronze hair. The one that I would be envied by every girl. That one.

We stayed like that for awhile, letting everything sink in.
"Bella." Edward started, pulling away. "I think it's time to get you home."

Oh." I didn't try to mask the hurt in my voice. "Okay."

"Come along." Edward lightly picked me up in his arms, and carried me to his car, my eyes fluttering open and closed. I guess I was tired.
He opened the door, and set me in the seat, buckling my seat belt for me too.
"Thank you." I said, smiling.
Edward leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead, "Anytime."
In a second he was around the car and in his seat. He put the car into drive and pulled out of the meadow.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked, barely able to keep my eyes open now.
"Will you be at school?" He shot back, eyebrow raised.
"Of course."
"Then yes."
"Edward?" I said, giving up the fight with my eye lids and just letting them close.
"Yes?"
"What time is it?"
"Twelve forty two."
Crap.
"Charlie is going to skin my alive."
Edward laughed. "I think he'll be okay."
I didn't say anything, maybe his dad will be okay, but Charlie will not be okay.
"Shhh, Bella," Edward reached over and rubbed his palm against my cheek. "Go to sleep."
And so I did.

"Bella?" Charlie asked as I stumbled up our driveway, Edward's hand on my elbow, supporting most of my weight.

"What did you do to her?" Charlie asked, a I left Edward's soft, gentle hands and fell into Charlie's more rough hands.

"Nothing. I swear. Chief Swan, I'm Edward Cullen. And Bella is just very tired, so if she could just go to sleep, I think it would do he-" Charlie cut Edward off.
"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY DAUGHTER!" Charlie bellowed, nearly tossing my aside and pointing his finger in Edward's face. I fought against my closing lids, and won. Edward will not take this.
"Charlie." I started, grabbing his elbow. "Edward's telling the truth. I didn't realize how late it was. I'm sorry. Edward volunteered to drive me home. That's it. End of story. Now, can I go to bed and then in the morning, we can talk about this is a calmer manner?"
Charlie lowered his finger, and turned to me. "Go to bed Bella."
"No." I said, my voice coming out stronger then I felt. "Not unless you do too."
Charlie sighed, seeming to realize that he wasn't going to win.
"Okay." He sighed again, then turning to Edward said: "Goodnight Edward." And forced a smile.
"Goodnight Chief Swan." Edward smiled, my heart soared, Charlie grumbled something to low for me to hear, Edward turned and walked to his car, and I nearly fainted from exhaustion.
"Okay Bells, let's get you upstairs."
Charlie helped me up the stairs, and onto my bed.
"Uh…" He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"It's okay Charlie." Is said, guessing at his uneasiness, "I can put on my pajamas by myself." He seemed a little happier, and wishing me a good night's sleep, left.

I slipped into my worn out sweats and Charlie's old shirt, and crawled under my covers, watching the night I had just experienced play out like a movie behind my lids.
"Goodnight Edward." I sighed into the dark, closing my eyes.
And as I slipped into unciousness, I swear I heard "Goodnight Bella." But when I opened my eyes, it was just me, in my room, heart rate increasing, clutching my covers. I laid my head back on my pillow, and I heard Edward's chuckle. I didn't bother opening my eyes, for I knew what I would find if I did. My room, Minus Edward Cullen. I just wanted him here, so I was hallucinating.
"Go to sleep Bella." I imagined Edward saying. And I drifted off.