Sorry for the lack of updates for all my stories. I was honestly going to update on Monday but the wireless in my house wasn''t working. Right now I'm using my dad's PC rather than my own computer, which is my mac. Anyway, I have just finished my piano practical exams which was on the first day of my test in school. Yeah, so its been pretty hectic. Well, I'm updating now. I'm not sure when I'll be able to update next but I will try my best to update as soon as possible. I'm not having a writer's block - I have most of the plot down. So if one of you were to hack my computer, yeah, you'd find out what'd happen in the end :)
And to most of you who reviewed, chill. Edward isn't going to die. It's just a fever. Gosh. Haha.
Unfortunately, I won't be able to update much until the 18th of August. I know, right after finishing my practical exam, I now have my theory exams coming up. Ugh. But I will try to update as much as I can in between. But the posts just won't be as nice because I don't have much time.
Oh, and when Edward appears, listen to the song 'Awake' by Secondhand Serenade. It'll get you into the mood. Now here's Chapter 20!
Disclaimer: -wakes up from a 10-year-coma-
Am I Stephenie Meyer?
No.
Dang.
Edward finally woke up. His face as pale as white. "Edward, you have a fever. You're burning!" I said concerned.
I could hear a small 'mhm' from him. I went to the bathroom and soaked a small towel and placed it on his head. I then placed my hand on his hot face. "Mmm, your hand feels so cool," he said placing his hand on mind. I smiled. He then soon fell asleep, his hand still holding mine. Without breaking the grip, I placed my head on the pillow and fell back asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I fingers where tangled in Edward's hair while my head leaned against his. He was now shivering and the covers had been pulled up to his chin. I stroked his hair for a while, wishing there was some way I could make him feel better right this instant.
As I continued to thread my fingers through his soft bronze locks, I admired him as he slept. He was so cute - his hair was slightly ruffled and he had a slight pout on his lips, tempting me to kiss him full on the lips. From his lips, I looked at his closed eyes which blocked me from seeing those wonderful green orbs that I love. I noticed he had bruises under his eyes. He must have gotten less sleep the I did.
I sighed, knowing that stroking Edward's hair wouldn't do him any good. I got up from bed and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. I decided to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for Edward so he could have it in bed. I don't think he'd be well enough to make it down the stairs.
The stairs made a creaking sound as I slowly made my way down the stairs. The house was deadly quiet so I assumed that everyone had already left.
Opening the cupboard, I searched through the cans and found one labeled 'Campbell's Chicken Soup'. I smiled. Maybe some hot soup will make Edward feel better. I opened the can and shook the thick liquid out of the can and into the pot. After adding some hot water and stirring it for a bit, I let it boil while I went to go get some cups and plates.
The soup, even if it was canned, smelled inviting. I poured the soup into the two bowls and some warm water into the cups before bringing them upstairs.
I queitly made my way upstairs, not wanting to wake up Edward. He looked like he still needed lots of sleep. As I crept back up the stairs, the silence was shattered by the sound of the phone ringing. I quickly set the tray on the floor and ran - more like stumbled, though - to the phone, hoping not to wake Edward up.
"Hello. Cullen Residence" I said breathlessly as I picked up the phone.
"Yes, this is Stacey Rine from Vogue. May I speak to Isabella Swan, please?" she asked in a business like tone.
"Yes, this is her speaking," I answered curiously.
"Ms. Swan, our company was impressed by your stunning photos and would like to consider hiring you as a model for our catalogue. If you are interested in the job, we could discuss an appointment." Okay, that was just plain weird. Did I hear correctly? Was she actually offering me a job as a model? Me. The plain, boring Bella Swan?
"Umm, are you sure you'd really like to hire me," I emphasized on the me, "as one of your models? There must be some mistake. You must be looking for Rosalie."
"No, there is no mistake. Besides, Rosalie is currently working for our company. Please consider it, Ms. Swan. I'll call back tomorrow so that you have time to decide. Good day," the woman said as she hung up.
I blinked, dazed. Me? An actual model? I mean, the first time was okay, but.. an actual career as a model?
Wow.
That's when it hit me. I could take up this job to repay the Cullens. I smiled. I grabbed the tray and walked up the stairs again, very excited to see Edward. I nearly dropped the tray when the phone rang again. I sighed and put down the tray, stumbling back to the phone.
"Hello. Cullen Residence," I said for the second time today.
"May I speak to Isabella Swan, please?" a voice said from the other line.
"This is her speaking," I replied.
"Ah, Isabella. This is Benjamin from Elle magazine and we would like to offer you a job as a model for our magazine."
I sighed. "Could you give me time until tomorrow to think about it?"
"Yes, yes. Of course. Well, till tomorrow then," he said as he hung up. I picked up the tray again, making my way to Edward's room. I was only a few steps away from Edward's room when the phone rang again. Okay, now I was annoyed. I inwardly screamed.
I quickly made my way to the the phone. Surprisingly, this time I didn't stumble. I quickly picked up the phone before it could ring again as I answered. "Hello. Cullen residence. Isabella Swan, speaking," I said, saving them the trouble. Gosh, the soup is probably going to get cold before it even reaches Edward.
It was another agency. I quickly said the same thing as I did to the others and hung up. When I turned around to get the tray, I saw Edward standing at the top of the stairs. His eyes were droopy ad his hair pointing in all directions. I smiled up at him. Even though he looked pale and tired, to me, he still looked beautiful. I approached him. He smiled weekly at me.
"How are you feeling?"I asked, rubbing his arm.
He groaned. "I've been better,"
I chuckled. "I'm sorry did I wake you?"
"No. It was the annoying phone. God, it just wouldn't shut up,"
I smiled. "Come on. I made us breakfast so that you could eat in bed," I said as I took his hand and led him to his room.
We climbed into bed and started eating.
"Some agents called the house earlier. They offered me a job as a model," I said, striking up a conversation.
"Was that what the phone calls were all about?" He chuckled. I just nodded. "Do what you think is best,"
"But, I mean, me? A model. Edward, I am no where nearly as beautiful as all the other models there. And look at Rosalie! I bet they picked a lot of girls who look like her. I'd probably just disappoint them - "
"What are you talking about?" Edward cut me off. Though he was weak, his tone was hard. "You're probably the most beautiful one there. You just don't see yourself clearly." He looked at me. His eyes carried no lies, but I still doubted myself. I just smiled.
"Let me check your temperature," I quickly changed topic. Picking up the thermometer on the night stand, I checked Edward's temperature. I sighed in relief when i saw that it had decreased from last night. Edward was staring at me while I was doing this. I looked back at him. We just looked at each other in perfect silence. His hand rose and brushed against my cheek. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling.
After a while, she got off Edward and snuggled beside him. "I think I'll take the job. I feel so useless not doing anything in this house," I sighed.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. Don't worry about it," he assured me, stroking my hair.
I looked up at him to show how sincere I was being. "I want to,"
He smiled at me. I could tell he was getting tired because his eyes were starting to droop.
"Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when its time for lunch." I assured him, kissing his temple.
He soon fell asleep. I snuggled up beside him, thinking about how lucky I was to have him.
Sorry. I know, this chapter was short, sucky and lame. Sorry.. I really have no time.
But, for the next chapter (or the one after that) will include a group photoshoot Bella has with Rosalie and two other model. There's gonna be drama. Can you guess who?
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-Sabrina-
