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Radio
"Well, I better get going. Curfew," I said.
"You have a curfew?" He asked.
"Of course," I replied. "So yeah, I gotta go catch a cab and pray that I make it by midnight."
"What time is it?" He asked.
"11:43. Hopefully, there's not to much traffic--" I began muttering, when he cut me off.
"You wanna catch a ride with me? I was gonna head out anyway..." He offered.
I was gonna say no, but I figured what the hell. Plus, Charlie would be pissed if I came home late. "Uh, yeah. Thanks."
"That's what lab partners are for," he joked.
The cool September breeze hit us as we walked outside to where a black, strech limo and chauffer were already waiting.
"Thanks, Mac, " Edward said. "I can take it from here."
"No problem, Mr. Cullen," Mac replied.
Edward chuckled, "How many times have we gone over this? Call me Edward."
"Sorry, Mr. Cul--I mean, Edward. I was just so used to my other clients..."
"It's cool, " Edward reassured as he turned to me and opened the door. "Ladies first."
"Such a gentleman," I smiled.
"It's all part of my charm," he smirked.
I good-naturedly rolled my eyes, entering the limo. "Nice," I said as sat down on the obviously leather seat.
"Thanks," he replied. "This limo isn't really my sort of thing though."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I kinda miss my old car and well, you know, the whole driving thing."
"What kind of car did you have?" I paused, "Oh wait, let me guess...a Mercedes? A BMW? An Audi?"
"No, no, and no. I drove a Volvo."
"A Volvo?" I asked, shocked. "Seriously?"
"Whoa. I hope you're not saying anything bad about Volvos, because then we can't be friends," he joked.
"No, I wasn't...I just figured you'd be driving a more expensive car."
"Well, my parents tried to get me to drive a Mercedes, but it really wasn't my thing."
"Oh, okay. And who said we were friends?" I smirked.
"The guy who totally saved your ass tonight from your creepy ex," he winked.
I laughed, "You didn't save my ass. I could've held my own."
"Sure," he replied in an condescending tone.
"Whatever," I smiled, as the little window between the back of the limo and front of the limo opened up.
"Where to, Edward?" Mac asked.
Edward looked over to me, "Where to?"
"Brooklyn Heights," I paused. "And Mac?"
"Yeah?"
"Step on it. I have a curfew."
"Sure thing..."
"Bella," Edward and I said at the same time.
Mac smiled, "Sure thing, Bella."
"Thanks," I replied as the window rolled back up.
"So you think you'll be on time?" Edward asked.
"I hope so," I said, looking at the time on my phone. "It's 11:47. Crap...um...Radio Game!"
"Radio game?" Edward asked.
"I need something to get my mind off my impending doom since I'll obviously be late. So let's play the Radio Game."
"Uh, okay. What's the 'Radio Game'?"
"You've never played the Radio Game?! You rich kids miss out on all the fun, I swear." I paused, "Radio game. You know, kinda like Magic 8-Ball. You ask a question and choose a radio station randomly and there's your answer.
Look, I'll go first," I said when Edward still looked uncertain about the Radio Game. "Umm...what are Emmett and Kate doing right now?" I asked, flipping through the radio stations when I suddenly stopped.
And that's when she lick, lick, licked me like a lollipop
Oh yeah I like t--
"Eew! My ears! The visual images!" I exclaimed as I turned it off.
Edward chuckled, "So this is what the 'Radio Game' is about?"
"No! It's supposed to be fun, not--"
"Perverted?" Edward offered up.
"Yeah," I said. "You still wanna play?"
"Sure," he replied. "But I won't ask any questions about what any two people are doing together."
"I think I'll make that a rule next time I play."
"Good idea," he paused. "What is Bella thinking right now?"
He flipped through the radio channels and stopped.
I like you a lot lot.
Think you're really hot hot.
"So you think I'm hot and you like me a lot lot?" Edward questioned, smirking, while he turned off the radio.
"No," I stated. "Please, Cullen, get over yourself."
"So you don't think I'm hot?"
"No," I crossed my arms over my chest, blushing.
"Not even a little bit?" He asked.
"Nope."
"So you think I'm ugly?"
"No, bu--"
"So you think I'm hot, then!" He exclaimed, his green eyes mischievously glimmering.
"NO!" I blushed even more.
"Just admit, Bella. You think I'm hot," he grinned.
"No I won't admit anything because I don't think!" I exclaimed, flustered.
"So you don't think meaning you're stupid?" He teased.
"No!"
"C'mon, Bella. Just say it and you'll be left alone."
"Fine!" I rolled my eyes. "You're hot. There. Happy?"
"I don't know," he said. "Am I?"
He turned the dial and stopped suddenly.
I'm feeling alive all over again
As deep as the sky all over my skin
Like being in love, she said, for the first time
Well maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right
Where I belong with you tonight
Like being in love for the first time
"I guess you are," I said, smiling as I heard that familiar Lifehouse song. It was one of my favorites by them. I turned to look at Edward to only find him staring back at me.
Our eyes met and their of us said anything. It was like time had stopped or something. Gone were the giggles, chuckles, jokes, and the teasing. In fact, neither of us were even smiling or anything. We were just looking at each other when--
"Bella, we're here," Mac said.
"Huh?" I said, dazed.
"We're here."
"Oh," I replied, my tone sounding a little disappointed. "Thanks, Mac."
Mac just nodded as Edward opened the limo door and got out.
I followed suit, "So thanks for the ride..."
"It was no big deal--" Edward abruptly paused. "This is where you live?" His voice was laced with some weird tone, it sounded like disbelief or something.
"Yeah," I replied a little ruder that I'd intended. "Problem?"
"No, I was just asking, I thought that with Brooklyn Heights being so close to Williamsburg that the apartments would look different, that's all."
"Oh," I said in a remorseful tone. "Sorry. I'll retract the claws. I didn't mean to get all attitude-ish with you, it's just, I'm so used to people always ragging on where I live, so I feel a need to protect it, you know?"
"Yeah..." he wistfully replied.
"Okay, well I better get inside before the Chief calls the patrol cars to come out and look for me," I joked.
"Would he really do that?" Edward asked seriously.
"I wouldn't put it past him," we both laughed. "Well, goodnight and thanks again."
"No problem," he smiled at me. "Goodnight, Bella."
As I walked into our apartment, it was dark. Completely dark. Yes! Charlie had gone to bed and forgotten all about me going out and being late! God loves me! I thought as I walked into the kitchen, where the light flicked on. And there was Charlie, in his pajamas.
God hated me.
"Hey Dad," I smiled.
"Hey Bells, how was your night?" He asked. "Did you have fun?"
"It was good, I had fun. How was your night? Did ya catch any bad guys?"
Charlie laughed, "Not tonight."
"Well, you'll get 'em some other time then," I paused, looking at the envelope in his hands. "What's that?"
"See for yourself," Charlie sighed.
I took envelope from his hands and look at the sender's address. Cullen Industries? What's all that about? I took the letter out from the envelope and began reading:
Dear Mr. Swan,
Due to the recent economic downturns the city, and the whole country have withstood, Cullen Industries believe that something needs to be done in order improve economic conditions for the city of New York. That is why, Cullen Industries will be buying out your apartment building and a few others to build a high-class office for the new Cullen Magazine so that the city can have more revenue in circulation. More details about the situation to come. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, but as a reparation, you will receive a monetary gain.
Sincerely,
CEO Edward Cullen Sr.
"They're kicking us out to build some building for some most-likely, overpriced, overrated, crappy magazine that no one will freakin' read?!" I exclaimed.
"It looks that way," Charlie stated.
"What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know."
"This isn't fair, Dad."
"I know, but what can we do when," Charlie paused, looking at the letter again, "Edward Cullen Sr. and Cullen Industries will buy out the place?"
"I hate the rich."
Charlie shrugged, "Well, at least will get money out of it."
"I don't want any of their money!" I exclaimed. "I grew up in this apartment. I've eaten breakfast here for the past 16--almost 17 years! We're not moving out of this place."
"Calm down, Bells. It'll be okay," Charlie soothed.
I rolled my eyes. Charlie was too nice. These people were kicking us out of our home. Edward's Dad was kicking me out of my home.
I couldn't believe this. Just when I started thinking the rich weren't completely bad, the joke was on me again.
Well, first off, I'm so sorry for not updating. I've been so freakin' busy with school and cheerleading and work and friends/family (if I even have time inbetween those 3 things) that I don't have time for anything anymore. Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter and the plot twist, and I promise that most of it (like 97% of it) won't have anything to do with the eminent domain issue. It'll have to do with some other fun stuff I'm cooking up for B/E.
Title of the chapter: Radio by Beyoncé (for obvious reasons lol).
Songs used in this chapter: Lollipop by Lil' Wayne (I went to his concert, it was AWESOME) and Boysboysboys by Lady GaGa.
UPDATES ON THE REST OF MY STORIES: I'm trying to update all of my stories. Chapter 9 of TSFSM is 80% finished, and I have like 5% of the POY sequel done. The title of it is Into Your Arms. The title comes from a song by The Maine. It's a great song and definetly describes the relationship of B/E at that point. And I have absolutely nothing done for Chapter 4 of 10CT, BUT I have some really good ideas (all thanks to the help of CellaCullen).
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