Ok, here it is, I know it's not my longest chapter, definitely not my shortest either (1,712 words not counting An's) , but I hurt my wrist the other day and its hard to type. I want to thank all my reviewers, but my hand hurts so I'm not going to type them all out. But anyway thanks to you guys. Still aiming for 10 or more. R and R, hope you enjoy. Oh, I forgot who I asked to design the leotards, so if I asked you can you let me know.
XOXO,
Meg
Previously:
I thought about everything she had said as the clock struck 11:00.
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Edward Pov:
Everything was set. The roof had been turned into a romantic escape. There was a blanket laid out and surrounding it was a ton of candles. There was a picnic basket filled with food sitting nearby as well. It was a perfect romantic getaway, but I wasn't exactly aiming for romantic. Well ok, to be honest I was, but I would have settled for forgiveness and a second chance. I began pacing anxiously as I waited.
I wanted to laugh at myself, I had just won a gold medal and I was in competition to win more, but at the same time, the only thing I could worry or obsess about was a girl. Granted a very pretty, sweet, talented girl. But still a girl. Yes I definitely wanted to be laughing at myself, and I would be if it weren't for the fact that somehow in such a short period of time this girl had become so crucial to my happiness.
A clock tolled in the distance, announcing the hour of 11:00. I glanced expectantly towards the door. Five minutes later I was still doing the same thing. Ten minutes later I flopped to the floor on the blanket laid out, feeling dejected.
She had decided not to come. I was disappointed, but resigned to the fact that I had screwed things up beyond repair. Stupid, stupid idiot, I berated myself. I was running through my head for more adjectives that go with stupid, when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I couldn't let myself hope though
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Bella Pov:
What the hell was I thinking?! I guess that's what my problem is whenever I'm around Edward Cullen, I don't think.
Ok I had caved I was going to meet him, I don't know what it was about that boy, but no matter how much I wanted to and tried to, I just couldn't stay away from him. I was looking through the mess Alice and I had all over the bathroom, trying to find my brush.
I gave up when one of the many nail polishes Alice had hit my foot. You know what I am going exactly as I am. I grabbed my key and a hoodie and stormed out the door, not bothering to take stock of the too small tank top and Tinkerbell pajama shorts I was wearing, in the mirror.
I took the elevator as high as it went, ignoring the excited mutters and strange looks of my fellow elevator passengers. When the elevator stopped going up, I climbed the stairs the rest of the way to the roof. When I got there, I pushed open the door tentatively, not sure if he had waited for I was almost half and hour late. And worse then that afraid of what I would feel if he wasn't there waiting.
I didn't have to find out. The roof had been transformed, it was so pretty. There were candles everywhere, and I heard faint streams of one of my favorite classical songs, Clair de Lune, playing softly in the background.
"Bella, is that you," I followed Edward's voice and found him lying on a blanket on the floor of the roof. I made my way over to where he was sitting and sat down a few feet away from him, all without saying a word.
"Bella, I want to apologize…" Edward began, but I cut him off.
" I don't know why I came here Edward, but it was not for an apology. We both made mistakes and I don't know if we are continuing to make a mistake by meeting here tonight. Last night was an accident, but this was planned." I spoke quietly, and not looking at him, but I knew he could hear me in the absolute quiet besides the soft calming music in the background.
" I know that this could be a mistake, Bella, but before you make any decisions, you need to hear me out."
I nodded in agreement, still not looking right at him, but rather at the weave in the blanket.
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Edward Pov:
She looked beautiful in a dark blue tank top that rode up a little on her to show glimpses of the creamy toned skin at her waist. Her long legs seemed to have no end in the shorts that made me want to laugh at her cuteness when I saw that they had Tinkerbell on them. Her hair was wild, wet and tangled, though it gave her a mysterious edge.
She sat down next to me, but not close enough. She refused to let me apologize, claiming that that wasn't why she came. If that is so, then why did she come? I knew that I must explain while she was too undecided to leave.
" Bella, I know there are rumors that I'm a playboy, and I know that I have given you no reason to believe otherwise. But the thing is, I'm really not." . I caught a look of disbelief beginning to form on what I could see of her face and rushed to continue before she could interrupt me.
" Oh, come on, after what happened to you the other day you can't believe that the same thing could have happened to me?"
She finally looked up at me, it was a look of shock and almost understanding that lit up her face.
"So what was it the other day, you sure acted like a playboy." Her certainty was wavering. She leaned a little closer subconsciously it seemed, to hear the answer.
" I don't know there is something about you that makes me act in the worst and best way possible."
She bit her lip, and I don't know what made me do it, but I leaned in, closing the distance between us, and I pressed my lips gently to hers.
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Bella Pov:
I don't know how it happened. We were talking and I was finally seeing that maybe there was another side to Edward Cullen than I had seen before.
" I don't know there is something about you that makes me act in the worst and best way possible," he said quietly, mirroring my own sentiments exactly.
I found myself leaning closer, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. I considered what he said, but before I could come to any conclusion, he had closed in on the little space between us, and gently pressed his lips to mine.
It was different than the other kiss. It was soft and sweet, the kind of kiss Prince Charming would have given Cinderella, the kind of kiss Romeo would have given Juliet. It was magic and in my fairytale, magic ended way too quickly. He pulled away.
" Bella, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" I cut off his apology by crushing my lips to his and this kiss was not the gentle one from before, but one that conveyed something just as important.
We spent the rest of the night that way, kissing and talking, and eating strawberries. He told me that he tricked Alice into telling him my favorite food, and he knew that I couldn't have chocolate on my diet, so he went for my second favorite, strawberries.
He was so sweet and caring and I was totally wrong about him. For the second night in a row, I feel asleep curled in his arms, though this time, even in unconsciousness, I could tell that there was a difference. And instead of the sun waking me in the morning, it was his lips pressing into my hair that woke me.
" Bella, sweet, it's time to get up. You have practice in an hour and a half and then you have qualifications."
I snuggled closer to his chest not quite ready to get up and ruin the spell.
I mumbled something incoherent even to me and he laughed.
" Come on sleepyhead, don't make me have to tickle you." I didn't respond, but peaked out from under my eyelashes.
All of a sudden he was tickling my sides and my sleeping façade was ruined. I was extremely ticklish. Soon I was out of breath from laughing.
I managed to gasp, " Stop." He did, but pulled me up into a sitting position.
" Oww," I complained. Everything hurt. I was a gymnast and used to working through pain. Used to practicing on ingrown toenails and pulled muscles, used to competing on broken bones, but this was bad. Everything hurt and that was saying something cause I was in the best shape of my life, I had to be to get where I am. I guess it was a combination of Bela's training program, and spending two night sleeping on a roof.
" Are you ok," Edward questioned concernedly.
I explained more about my crazy workout from yesterday.
He began to rub my shoulders and I sighed in contentment. " He is working you way too hard," he griped as he rubbed, but his touch didn't roughen with his anger.
" No, Edward, it's not that way at all, he's an amazing coach and I'm learning a lot, I'm just a little sore."
I took a little while to convince him, but eventually we said goodbye. And the kissed and then finally had to rush off in our separate ways.
All I could think about as I hurried back to my room to change was him. God, girl, you have it bad," I chastised myself and composed my expression and entered the room.
Hope you liked it, R and R.