Let Me Love You
Let Me Love You
Chapter Eighteen
"I hate you." Bella mouthed to me over her shoulder, as I watched her being dragged off by my two 'sisters' into the bright yellow Porsche.
I just smiled teasingly, waving back at her, even though deep down I was slightly worried about her sanity after Alice and Rosalie was done with her. I knew—sadly, from my own personal experience—that when those two were put together, and you threw a store into the picture, without their husbands there to hold back their undeniable wrath, that that could not be a pretty outcome. The only thing pretty there would be your clothes. It might not sound so bad, but you'd have to be a victim to know that you'd be stuck into a fetal position for a good hour afterwards. If you're lucky.
So when you subtract the store, and add in New York City—a true shopper's heaven on this earth—you can only imagine what damage those girls could do to a person.
By now I could faintly hear Bella starting to try to talk her way out of it, like a kidnapped victim about to be murdered, in the car from a distance as they drove off. I felt a pang of guilt, as I stepped forward, being as ready as ever to save the love of my life, no matter what the case, when I felt arms grab be holding me back.
"Don't, you know it has to be done if you want to do this for her." Jasper reminded me.
"I know." I sighed. I love her, I silently added, even though they both knew it already.
I walked over to my grand piano, plunking myself down on the bench, still slightly depressed at the fact that Bella wasn't by my side with me. As I lifted the lid off, I lightly ran my fingers over the keys, embracing the memories of my previous compositions I'd written.
Even though the last one somewhat expressed how I felt at the time, I couldn't give to her. It was only a form of a release of my emotions that I had been drowning in, and I was in desperate need of air. The song was, in terms, more for me. But maybe, maybe if there was any chance, any hope, that Bella and I could ever be together—even without the feelings being returned anywhere near as strong as mine were for her—maybe at a time where we're both happy and completely carefree, at least a few years from now where the past was just something that we could laugh about, I'd play it for her. But not now, not when I want to express my undying love for her. It would have to be a song that I intended to write for her, more carefully written; something that told her exactly how I felt.
"Do you need help with it or something, or are you just sitting there?"
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After Emmett's moment shattering comment—a nice cold, hard glare from both Jasper and I—they two were both going to help me, after I realized that I had no idea what to put down. It was a complex thing, almost as much as Bella, and couldn't be rushed.
"Okay, how about I give you some lyrics, and you start going along with the rhythm on the piano." Emmett suggested. Somehow I had a feeling that this wouldn't turn out to be a Beethoven composition of any sort, but I had little else choice at the moment.
"Okay." I sighed, out of options for a good excuse to get me out of this situation.
"You're going to regret this." Jasper said in a sing song voice.
I gave him a look but he just smirked back.
Emmett started snapping his fingers, trying to create a tempo for the beat to the song.
"It's just the cutest thing
When you get to fussing (cussing)
Yelling and throwing things
I just wanna eat you up— "
"You are so retarded, you know that right?" Jasper asked, but Emmett continued snapping his fingers, ignoring him entirely.
I just raised my eyebrows at the lyrics already, but found the beat, my fingers hesitantly gliding over the ivory, seeing where he was going with this.
"—I don't mean no disrespect
When I start staring
Knowing that it makes you madder (uh, oh)
I'm sorry but seeing you mad is so sexy
Could it be the little wrinkle over your nose
When you make your angry face
That makes me wanna just take off all your clothes
And sex you all over the place
Could it be the lil' way you storm around
That makes me wanna tear you down
Baby, I ain't sure, but one thing that I do know is
Every time you scream at me
I wanna kiss you
Baby when you put your hands on me
I wanna touch you
And when we get to arguing
Just gotta kiss you
Baby, I don't know why it's like that
But you're just so damn sexy
When you're mad
Baby, don't think I don't take you seriously
But I just can't help the fact that your attitude excites me (so exciting)
And you know ain't nothing better
Then when we get
Mad together and have angry sex—"
"Whoa whoa whoa there." I instantly stopped playing, glaring at fish-brained brother.
"What kind of song is this? I can't sing that! It makes me sound like some horny teenage male." I shuddered. No offense to Ne-yo, but I was like o.O 'did he just say that?' when I first heard that song so I just had to put that in here xD
"I did say he was retarded, but did anyone listen? Nooooooo." Jasper huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You are to never make music again. Ever." I declared, ignoring Jasper's four-year old attitude.
"What? Why?!" he whined back, stomping his foot.
I gave him an 'are you actually serious?' look. It sounded like it was a hell of a lot more for him to Rosalie. In fact, judging by his personality, it probably was.
"Okay fine, fine." Emmett raised his large hands up in surrender. "He's all yours." He spoke to Jasper, leaving the room to probably catch the latest football game.
I sighed in relief, facing Jasper, hearing the background noise of a spokesperson's voice declaring there had been a touch down, proving my previous thoughts correct.
Jasper just turned away, arms still crossed, with an evident pout now. I could see he was still clearly upset. I think his empathy can sometimes be a real annoyance when it turns himself into too much of an overemotional guy.
"Come on, I'm sorry." Still no response.
Groaned in frustration, tilting me head back with my eyes closed shut, pinching the bridge of my nose. If I were human, this kind of stress would probably kill away about five years of my life already. With no other choice, I said the only thing I could say.
"I'll buy you that new Lexus you've been eyeing. In black."
"Lets get down do business, my man."
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Okay, if you didn't read my AN on my other story yesterday, I can explain why I haven't updated in...yea I don't even remember, it's been way too long. But I've been busy, and I forgot to mention I got sick last Sunday, and still kind of am. Well it's just a cough, but damn, it can get really annoying sometimes. And yesterday I didn't have any homework, so I was able to start this after I finished my crap chapter for my other story, and finish it today since I didn't bother going to school because half the grade is gone on a field trip down town in Toronto and there wouldn't be much going on in school. I'll try to get another chapter out soon, if I can finish another chapter for my other story sometime early today, but no guarantees, because I should probably get back to whatever projects that need to be finished so I can get them over with. –sigh- school can be a real drag sometimes. Oh yea, did you all see the MTV clip of the behind the scenes of the Twilight movie? I was like OMFG when I watched it, and have been watching it over and over again ever since it came out (well when I had free time anyway). And did anyone hear the 'Oh, Romeo' song by Tara Louise, on Youtube? That song is seriously amazing, I can't believe she wrote that, and is able to sing it pretty much perfectly. I'm almost jealous, but I wish that someone from the Twilight movie or Stephenie would here it and put it in the New Moon movie if they decide to make the rest of the series :D
Aiit, I better get going and finish writing, bye! (Sorry for any errors)