Author's note: This chapter is supposed to be somewhat funny at some parts. Supposed. To be. It also serves a more important purpose. I hope this really portrays how conflicted Edward is. Bold is Edward's logical side. Italics are well, Edward's human side. Don't own Twilight. Or Edward. Sigh.
Chapter Four: Entertaining Angels
Edward's POV
My body protested as I shot up from the couch. I couldn't go to the hospital. They'd figure out that something was off about me. I ran out the door. A big guy with dark curly hair chased after me. I darted around the trees, searching for an escape. Why do I always get chased through forests? Stupid Washington with its stupid trees.
I was looking behind me for the guy when I hit a tree. I sat on the floor, momentarily dazed. I heard him coming towards me, but I couldn't get up. I turned around and he was glancing every which way except where I sat. What, could he not see me now? Of course he can't see me now. I growled out a few profanities as I wandered back out to the open sky.
I didn't realize where I was flying until I landed in the tree outside her window. My beautiful Bella was already asleep. Your Bella? What makes her yours?
I'm her guardian angel aren't I?
You think you can just claim her as your protectee?
You have to admit she does need protecting.
Yes she does. From you! Vampire! Or have you forgotten that little detail?
I can control myself around her.
Yeah. For now.
I'm not going to hurt her! Just look at her. Why would anyone want to hurt such an innocent creature?
I'm not saying you want to hurt her. I'm saying you will.
I won't. I want a closer look.
You can't just go into her bedroom! Pedophile!
I can. And I'm only seventeen, I'm not a pedophile.
You only look seventeen. Have you also forgotten you're 107? Pedophile!
Well, I feel seventeen.
I further opened her slightly ajar window and slipped inside. Her room wasn't messy, but it looked lived in. There were a few clothes thrown here and there, a tower of books that had been toppled, and a computer so old it reminded me of one I used to have that eventually all it could do was play spider solitaire. There was also a rocking chair across the room from the bed. I sat down in it to watch her. She looks so peaceful.
Yeah.
This could be useful from a logical point of view.
How so? I am so curious as to how you are going to justify this.
It gives us time to desensitize to her scent before we are around other people with her.
Fine.
I stayed with her for the rest of the night. My cuts healed up a lot. Then I went with her to school the next day. Alice told her about me running away. The big guy, whose name I learned was Emmett, told her he went after me, but I disappeared. She seemed genuinely worried about me. The bell rang and she scurried off to English.
Why did you even follow her to school? And could you quit staring?
Staring…staring…staring…
Oh fine! Look for all I care! You're hopeless.
I know. Maybe I like this hopelessness. Has that ever occurred to you?
This'll end badly.
So? And it won't if I keep my mouth shut.
And how good are you at that? You can't keep your mind shut, what makes you think you can do any better with your mouth?
That's what she said.
Oh my god. Get a LIFE! Grow up! Something!
Immaturity is fun. I don't want to grow up now.
Well, you should.
Ok, I like my fantasy world.
Which you should have given up a long time ago.
You like it too. Don't deny it.
Well, at least I'm not addicted.
I'm sorry. Do you think I need to go to mind rehab? How is it an addiction?
You think about it and want it constantly.
You're getting off topic. It's cause you know nothing's going to change. You're mad cause I won!
You didn't win.
I won! I won! I won!
Real mature.
I know. So…since I won, does that mean I get to keep this deluded fantasy?
Hmph. Fine.
YEA! YEA!
So, since you won, you want to become a stalker?
Did I say stalking? No, so shut up.
We're truly hopeless aren't we?
Yep.
Why do we do this?
Hold on. Why am I referring to myself in the plural?
Uhh… Hey look a pigeon!
Quit trying to distract me. I have enough distractions as it is. I mean, seriously, she's two feet away from me!
Why don't you move away from her then?
Shut up Mister Logic.
And that's how the rest of the day went. Three parts of me having an internal debate. I'm not even sure what the third part of me is. I think it's the part that points out the stupid things the other two are saying. I went with her to gym this time. I deflected a few basketballs from her face. Seriously, who plays dodgeball with basketballs? I occupied her passenger's seat on the way home.
Ooh, life's so sweet right here in the passenger's seat.
Why are you singing?
Mmhmm?
I watched her cook dinner for her and her father. She was really quite graceful in the kitchen. Then she did homework and went to sleep under my watch again.
Bella's POV
I got up and rifled through my sock drawer. None of them were paired up besides the long white ones that hadn't fit for the past seven years. I picked up a pink one with frogs smiling and eyeing flies on it. Then I picked up one with candy corn looking too happy for their own good on it. I put the frogs on my left foot and the candy corn on my right. I turned and faced the window. It was still dark out. I saw the clock then. It was three twenty-six in the morning. I yanked off my socks and crawled under my warm blankets. I snuggled into a pillow as I drifted off to sleep again.
Edward's POV
At 3:26 AM Bella got up and put on socks. Then she took them off and went right back to sleep. I don't think I'll ever understand this woman.
A/N: Thank you FanofBellaandEdward for the review. It's made me so giddy! Sorina is the one who wrote the sock thing. Twin, you are awesome! What do you think of Edward's internal debates? Review and let me know!