Well, fuck me guys. I messed up the timezones as a few people have pointed out. I'm an idiot and mistook Nova Scotia (Canada) as Massachusetts. I'm a genious. So, I'll go back and change the times a bit. I'm thinking that 'the city' is Boston. But Bella would probably live out on the cape.
Also, my apologies for not updating last week. I know I was doing good there for a little while, but school started up and it hates me. So I was taking my time with this. I'm not doing anything tonight, and the next chapter is a little bit more exciting, so I'll probably try to write a bit, mkay? Alright then.
This chapter is for saranicole, because we've both been fretting over flight schedules. And The Sweet Far Thing, which I've now read 8 chapters of. aha.
Chapter Six: Indentification Signs
I walked through the office with the biggest smile on my face the whole morning. Emmett knew what I was thinking, so whenever he saw me, he'd break out into a smile as well. My Boss and co-workers were watching me curiously. I whistled in my office, swung in and out of meetings in the best of moods, and whenever anyone asked, Emmett replied; "He's met someone."
When nine thirty rolled around I was flipping through the notes Emmett and I had compiled on a memoir, the last ones we needed to turn in before our month long vacation. I glanced at the clock and began smiling so wide it was starting to hurt my cheeks. I clipped all the notes together and hurried down the hallway to my Boss's office. I rapped on the door lightly before stepping inside.
"Sir? Here's the Jackson project like you asked," I said, passing him over the sheets. He smiled up at me, pleased with my work.
"I've spoken with Emmett already, so it looks like you two are all ready for your vacation." I thanked him again and turned towards the door. "This must be some girl if you're this eager to get out of here," he said in a soft chuckle.
I turned back to him and sincerely said; "Oh, she definitely is." I walked towards the elevator, searching for Emmett in the doors I passed. Just as I saw him turning into an office, Mike of all the slimy and dependant people in the world decided to bump in to me.
"Ed!" he exclaimed. "How's it going, mate? You're not on your way home are you?"
"It's Edward, Mike, and yeah I'm on my way out," I said, my displeasure clear in my tone. Just as I was about to step around him, Mike placed his hands on my chest, looking straight up into my face with what he thought were reasoning eyes.
"Come on, Edward. We're friends right?" He then pushed a folder onto my chest. "Which, is why you can make the notes for this script for me, alright? I'm going to be pretty busy next week. It's due in on Saturday, okay? I'll see you later then." With that, he ran off towards the staircase, leaving me standing there speechless.
"He trick you into doing some work for him?" Emmett asked, coming up to stand next to me.
"Yeah," I said. "Only this time, he's not going to have a job, and I'm getting a raise." Emmett snickered to himself as we headed to the elevator, I furiously pushed the main level button, my good mood gone in an instant.
"Where are the girls right now?" Emmett asked. I thought back to the itinerary Bella had sent to me.
"Paris, I think. They got there quarter to eight this morning, and leave pretty soon. It'll only take them something like twenty minutes to get here." With a nod Emmett hopped into the front seat of my Volvo, and I threw the script into the glove compartment, wanting to forget about that little detail of my life for a few hours, or days at the most.
During the drive to the airport, Emmett's good mood just put me in a better one of my own. I wondered if I was dressed okay for meeting Bella in person for the very first time. I was wearing black jeans and a white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. My hair, despite my best efforts was still in a bit of a mess. Emmett was wearing a casual dark suit, black dress shirt and all. He was smiling widely, staring out the window.
We pulled up to Heathrow, Emmett taking the script from the glove compartment with a pen and walking inside ahead of me, scribbling something onto it as he moved. I followed behind, trying to keep pace with him. The girls had just landed, my watch told me, and I knew the gate, not Emmett. If he got lost it was his own fault. I grabbed onto his sleeve and made a turn coming up near their gates. Once I stopped and stood in front of it, waiting, Emmett finally put away the pen and held the script folder in front of him.
"Rosalie Hale, Isabella Swan," I said aloud, reading from what he had written."You've made a card, to let them know we're us? You do realise that Bella and I can recognize each other on sight, right?"
Emmett shrugged. "This makes a humorous first impression," he said simply. I rolled my eyes and turned to the group of people filing in. It took a few moments for the group of people to pass, but then; clear as day was Bella and her friend, smiling beautifully and laughing. They both looked up, turning towards us and I saw her eyes light up, her lips widening into a big smile as she stared me in the eyes. They noticed Emmett's sign and laughed, but then she pulled her bag off her shoulder and ran to me. I was grinning from ear to ear, laughing to myself as I moved forward, holding out my arms to catch her as she launched herself into my chest.
"Ah, Edward!" she exclaimed in my neck. "It's so great to finally meet you!" She kissed my cheek and leaned back, studying my face. Rosalie and Emmett gave each other a short embrace before looking each other over appreciatively. Emmett had been calling Rosalie since the first day they met, so they'd gotten to know each other a bit. Bella and I were just beaming at each other like a couple of complete idiots. An old woman and her daughter passed us by and they stared at the four of us, smiling happily.
"What lovely couples," the woman said tiredly. "They must be so happy to be together again." Alright. I blushed as red as a tomato, and the smile on my face disappeared, I was beyond embarrassed. I turned to Bella who was a same shade of red, looking up at me nervously from under her hair. I smiled at her and took her bags, leading her outside to the car.
"Do you guys need the time to change your watches?" I asked them, opening the trunk.
"No," Rosalie answered. "Bella walked up to some guy and said... I don't know what she said." Bella rolled her eyes.
"Excusé moi, monsieur, I said. Quel heure et-il? And he told me the time. It's no big deal." I was impressed.
"Tu parle français? Le langue d'amour," I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she giggled. I laughed with her and opened her door, watching her climb in.
"What did you pack?" Emmett asked jokingly, tossing Rosalie's bags into the trunk. "It weighs more than my sister..." Rosalie rolled her eyes but was smiling.
"I'm here for a month, Emmett, don't you think I'd take a variety of things, or do you not want me to look good?"Emmett grinned.
"I think you look great," he said simply, holding open the back door for her." She blushed, looked a little taken aback at what he'd said, and without a word hopped into the car. The girls sat in the backseat together, probably feeling a bit more comfortable if they were with each other the whole time. They were staring out their respective windows as I drove through the streets, Emmett and I chatting happily.
"What are we going to do for the day?" I asked.
"Did you guys sleep much on the plane?" Emmett asked, turning around to the backseat.
"No, we went to sleep around 9 our time. It's supposed to be 3 in the morning," Bella said sleepily.
"Well, we can go back to my place, and you guys can sleep for a few more hours. Emmett and I can clean up or something, and then we can figure out what to do later on, sound good?" I asked, glancing in the rear view mirror. Bella looked into my eyes, smiling and nodded.
I pulled into my parking spot and the girls stepped out, waiting for the trunk to pop. We gave them curious looks and took their bags ourselves, leading them inside and into the elevator. I slid the door shut and pressed the fourth floor button. Bella caught me staring at her, making me blush, I slid open the elevator once we'd reached my loft and carried their bags inside to the small guest room, where the fold out couch was waiting. We left their suitcases there, but I brought them in to my room, where the bed was larger and a considerable amount easier on their backs.
"That's your room there, but for your nap today you can sleep here, my bed. It'll be better for you," I explained. The girls thanked me and nodded, changing into their pyjama's as they hurried back to my room to bed.
Bella stopped to throw her arms around me again. "This is just so awesome, I can't believe I'm here, and you're here, and it's just... ugh! Great!" I smiled at her widely, I was feeling exactly the same.
"I like your pyjama's" I said, motioning towards the pink plaid I was used to. She blushed but thanked me and went back into the room, closing the blinds and the door before climbing into bed.
"I need groceries," I told Emmett who was hyperventilating in the living room.
"I can't believe they're actually here," he said excitedly, gasping for air. I chuckled but tried to stay calm. I wouldn't admit that I was freaking out myself, too. Instead, I went to the refridgerator and fished through the food, making a list of what I needed. Emmett decided to come with me, and after a few minutes of arguing what exactly to do for the rest of the day, he got the keys and his coat ready, saying he'd meet me down at the car. I opened the door to my room carefully, sneaking inside.
Bella was lying on the side I usually sleep in, it made me smile to see her there (which, to be honest, makes me sound like a perverted stalker, but I can't help it, I've said I'm attracted to her,) her hair was curling around the pillows around her head, and one leg was kicked outside of the blanket, her bare feet and leg exposed. I took one deep, calming breath and crept towards her. I placed my head down close to hers, staring at the beautiful arc of her brow and her thick lashes.
"Bella?" I whispered. With a slight grunt, meaning yes, she moved her head up, angling her lips closer to mine. "Emmett and I are going to run out for a second, to get some food. We'll lock the doors so you guys are okay to keep sleeping, alright?" She smiled beautifully and nodded, letting out a weary sigh. I smiled at her, though she couldn't see and stood up, leaving the room before I fell into a daydream.
Emmett and I returned an hour later and they were still fast asleep. I decided to make them so brunch, so with my best friend yelling over my shoulder I cooked up some sausage strips and scrambled eggs, while he watched the toaster intensely. I placed everything on two trays and made my way down the shallow hall into my room. Bella and Rose rolled over groggily to look at us, and their faces brightened considerably when they saw the warm food. They propped themselves up against the headboard and we each laid and tray onto their laps.
"Thank you," they cooed softly, staring at the food. We told them to lay the trays on the floor when they were done and get back to their naps afterwards. On my way out the door I turned to take one last look at her before shutting the door. I couldn't help the stupid grin on my face at the sight of her beautiful brown hair curling around that gorgeous face. I sighed, shutting the door. I was in way too deep.
Teehee. The boys freak out about as much as we do about them. Isn't that awesome? I'm making earrings out of buttons. I think Bella is going to do that too. The next chapter is splendid. I love it. And, that french? S'all me. That's 9 years of french there, for you. Asking the time. Oh yes. I shall survive on a connecting flight to Paris some day. Heh. I'm going to go clean a bit, and then work on the next chapter, perhaps it will be up later.
In other news, Thank you guys EVERSOMUCH for all the reviews you gave the last chapter. It got 95 reviews, which is the most I've EVER gotten for a chapter. I think it's mainly because it was left up so long though, aha. That's why I don't ask for reviews, you guys are nice enough to me. I'm thinking this story may be the first to get me to 700 or more, maybe even 1000? It's doing better in a ratio than Attraction was, amazingly enough. To forget to vote in the poll, and I'll talk to you later! ahaha.