THIS CHAPTER IS FOR MY FRIEND EMILIE WHOA WHO WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME PLAY MY GAMES.
GO READ HER STORY 'WHERE YOU WANT TO BE' BECAUSE IT MAKES ME GIGGLE.
I'M SORRY IT'S SHORT FOR NOW.
Chapter Twelve: Claustrophobia
It took me a moment to completely wake up. I started, breathing in deeply and shifting slightly in bed, feeling Bella's warmth in my arms, against my chest. I wrapped myself around her, kissing her neck lightly and holding onto her hand. I smiled to myself as I reveled in the feel of her soft shoulder against my chest. I brushed her hair from her cheek and kissed it softly, watching her eyes as they slowly fluttered open. She closed her mouth which had hung open. I grinned to myself as she smiled and turned into me.
"Good morning," she said softly, sighing into my chest.
"Good morning, love," I murmured, stroking her arm.
Every morning like this was simply amazing. Waking up to her beautiful face and voice, her sweet kisses. It was too much, too good to be true, yet here I was.
Emmett and I had called Mr. Hann the day after we'd arrived, to let him know to cancel our hotel reservations, and that we'd already found a place to live. He'd expected as much, since the fuss we'd had when the girls were last here.
Bella rolled over on top of me, wiggling her arms underneath my back to wrap them firmly around me. She kissed my cheek sweetly, and just when I was about to lean up for more, she pushed me down by the chest and tumbled out of the bed, quickly scurrying from the room. I let out a loud whining sound before slipping out myself and pulling on a sweater to go with my boxers.
Bella was already sat on the couch, a blanket wrapped firmly around her shoulders and the ps2 loading in front of her. There was a garbage bucket and several boxes of tissues in front of her as she stared intently at the television. She sniffled occasionally as I approached, watching to see what game would load.
"I'm going to make us some breakfast, alright?" I said, kissing her hair and stepping into the kitchen.
"No eggs, please," Bella called from the couch.
"They still making you sick?" I asked. She made some sort of noise, but was quickly immersed in the game. Bella had been sick for the past few days. I'd wanted to stay home and take care of her but she wouldn't have it.
A few moments later I was sitting next to her, placing two plates of toast smeared in strawberry jame in front of us. Bella reached down and shoved one into her mouth, sniffing violently against her runny nose, eyes still fixed on the screen. I chuckled and watched until it was time to get ready.
I changed into a pair of black jeans and a white dress shirt, pulling on my black blazer as I left. I heard the toilet flush and waited in the hallway for Bella to come outside. The door opened and she stood there, frowning, her hair a mess all around her head.
"I hate being sick," she mumbled before blowing her nose. I smiled sympathetically at her and helf my arms open. Bella stuck out her bottom lip and held onto me tightly. I rubbed her back as best as I could while maneuvering us to the living room.
I laid Bella on the couch, pulling the afghan securely on top of her. She pulled the game controller under the covers with her, to keep herself warm while she played. I got her everything she would need so that she wouldn't have to move, then set the phone in front of her before I kissed her forehead and headed out to work.
I loved being here, working in America. It felt so different from back home, probably because I was so restricted to the few places I knew in the city -- the country! Exclude the fact that I'm with Bella, and I'd still really like it here. I felt so important, being from the original Michaels & Hann. Emmett and I had our own offices, complete with secretaries. Unfortuneately, I wasn't having such great luck with mine.
"Good morning, Mr. Cullen," Jessica cooed, sticking her chest out a little further I grimaced but nodded, heading into my office. I started into work immediately, sorting through papers and attending meetings most of the morning. It didn't take long before I had to start tugging at my shirt collar, undoing several of the buttons. It was nearly impossible not to get claustrophobia, being cooped up in my office all day. But, honestly, the real cause was that Bella wasn't around.
When Emmett and I were walking back to my office before heading out for lunch we heard her.
"Oh, Edward!" She called in a low tone. "There's a call for you on line two." She was sitting on her desk, crossing and uncrossing her legs furiously.
"I'm about to head out, Jessica, can you take a message?"
"She said her name was Bella, or something," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "She said it was important, so I thought I'd mention it." I didn't need any other explanation. I ran inside, slamming the door shut behind me. I launched myself behind my desk and picked up the line.
"Are you okay?!" I very nearly yelled. I heard her musical laughter on the other end.
"I'm fine, I just wanted to tell you I missed you." My lips curled into the widest smile of the day. This woman was simply unbelievable. I couldn't believe my good fortune at finding her.
"I miss you so much," I murmured back to her. "I actually think i might try and get off a bit earlier." We spoke for a few more moments, before I excused myself, Emmett still waiting outside. He rolled his eyes at me, once he saw the goofy grin plastered all over my face. I jabbed him in the shoulder and he chuckled, running down the stairs while I took the elevator.
I was waiting for maybe a minute when he came barrelling down the stairs, panting heavily.
"You know," I said. "There's a reason they have elevators that go to places like the sixth floor." Emmett waved his hand at me, still gasping in air.
"Yeah, but now I'll be a spry old man and you'll be a fat geezer in a wheelchair." This man, seriously, he must be insane.
"I'll take the stairs when we go to the second floor,"I sighed, walking away without him. We walked down the street where there was a large strip mall. I picked up a paper bucket full of chinese food, fried rice, lo mein, and some vegetables that I managed to get them to mush into one box for me. I was walking down the sidewalk, looking for wherever Emmett went, shoveling food into my mouth when I saw it.
I stood there, staring at the displays of reds and golds in the window, having a sort of epiphany as I looked over each piece. I finished my lunch and threw it into a garbage bin next to a bench where seated, was an old woman, who was watching me with a grin. I smiled to her before I went back to the window and stared at the showcase once more.
"She must be a lucky girl," the woman croaked. "If you're thinking this much about it." I turned to her and grinned, my eyes flickering back to the store.
"She definitely is," I murmured. I heard Emmett calling my name from down by the New York Fries. Rather than wait for him and head back to the office like I usually would, I waved to the old woman and stepped into the store, the bell on the door jingling as I entered. I heard Emmett from the street, yelling in surprise at where he saw me walk into.
Alright, so, excuses.
There are none, really. I'm not quite caught up with school, but nearly there. I've been to the doctor about my back; massage therapy, woot woot! And, I've been playing video games.
That's right, I've been enjoying myself.
I also, wrote five chapters of a new story, and came up with a plot of an even new-er story. Both of which I'll be posting after this is done.
I've also got three more that have been started, but I'm not sure if I'll get to finish them. One of them I'd like to, but it isn't superbly superb like the rest.
I know it's short, but the next chapter is the shizz, fo reals. I've got half of it written in my head, I've been narrating it all in real life.
AND GUYSSS. I'm surprised at how many of you said to write a sequel or you were sad it was over! If you've been reading the authors' notes, then I don't know how 'I managed to find a way to make this story even longer' turned into 'it's done now.'
There's still a little ways to go!