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Ch 6: Helplessness Gets You Nowhere
EPOV
For the next two weeks I went to work, thinking of ways to find Beautiful Bella. The only reasonable thing to do was Google her, but I didn't know what her real name was. For all I knew, her name could've been Annabelle Mercury or some shit like that. I couldn't look up Beautiful Bella. That would seem like I was a stalker, like I was the Blonde Bimbo.
"Will you please tell me? You're giving me the creeps! Rosalie, tell him to tell me. Tell him he looks like he took too much Advil again," Emmett whined, pushing Rose in front of him.
"You heard him, Edward. Tell him. I'm quite curious too." She put her hand on her hip, her wedding ring glinting from the sunlight. I squinted from the light, bringing my arm up to shield my face.
"I met a girl," I said simply. "No, I met a woman." I leaned back on my hands as they touched the soft, cream-colored carpet of my bedroom floor.
We had gotten off of work early do to a small fire in the Incredible Pizza kitchen. It wasn't major so we had to return the next day. Now we were waiting for Alice and Jasper to get home for our annual Thursday movie night. Sadly, it was Alice's turn to pick the movie. That meant we would be watching a chick flick, most likely the Notebook. Sure, it was a good movie the first few times, but after that it got annoying.
"Eddie, met a girl?" Emmett said with goo-goo eyes. I glared at him. I didn't make fun of him and Rosalie…much. "I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed in mock regret. "I meant woman."
I stood and walked to my bed. I snatched a pillow and threw it to Emmett's head. I sure was getting violent with inanimate objects. It didn't count when I threw things and Jasper's head, though. Most likely, he deserved it. But I only threw things at Emmett when he acted like a goofball.
"Hey! No need to get all Jackie Chan on me now!" he said, throwing it back to me. I set it back in its place and sat down in my place on the floor.
"I'm not going Jackie Chan on you—"
"Hey, you two, shut up. I want to hear about this woman," Rose said, wrapping her arms around her knees tightly.
I sighed. I felt like a ten-year-old girl that was obsessed with the latest Disney star's gossip.
"Her name is Bella." I took a sip of water, averting my eyes from Rose's stare. I knew she'd want more than her name, but there wasn't much else I could give her.
"And?"
"And she's a student teacher…"
"God, Edward! And?" She asked, irritated.
"And she's beautiful."
She raised her hands to the air in exasperation. "Edward, you're helpless."
"Thanks, Rose. I appreciate it," I said sarcastically.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. It was times like these when I wondered why Rose as my friend. Then I remember she was like a protector in elementary school. Those kids there were harsh to me, but they didn't mess with Rosalie Hale. I guess those Karate lessons really paid off.
"Your welcome. I love making you feel better." She smirked, causing Emmett to laugh.
"Ha-ha," I mumbled dryly. "My love life is not a laughing matter." I crossed my arms over my chest, scowling.
"What love life?" Emmett asked jokingly, my scowl becoming more prominent by the second. "It doesn't even exist," he laughed, acting like it was the funniest joke ever.
"Emmett, don't be mean to him," Rose said, rubbing his arm.
I didn't enjoy this topic for a conversation. I hated it, actually.
"Fine, Mrs. Party Pooper!" He pouted slightly.
I hope he didn't intentionally say 'Mrs.' If he did then…then that's just not right. Ass-hole!
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry," Emmett boomed, rubbing his belly.
Belly? Oh, Jesus! Beautiful Bella was starting to get to me. Belly, Bella, Belly, Bella… Belly?
Em and Rose left the room quietly. I followed, not too long after they left. In the kitchen, Em was stuffing his face with just about anything he could find.
I sat down in the bar stool next to Rose silently. She felt I my presence and turned around, smiling.
"I think you'll find this Bella girl," she said patting my back softly.
I instinctively hugged her. At least I had one supportive friend.
"Edweirdo," Emmett said, his mouth full of food. "I know you are all desperate and shit, but please stop hugging my wife. My Rosie-pie is a very pretty girl, if you know what I mean."
I withdrew my arms from around her, smirking.
Five hours later Ali-phant, Rose, Jazz, Em, Papa Masen, and I finished watching The Notebook. Ali-phant's choice, of course.
Em, Rose, and Jazz left, leaving Ali-phant, Papa Masen, and me alone, ready for bed. To bad I didn't get any.
Rose was right, I was helpless. I still lived with my dad for Pete's sake. Not that I didn't love my dad; no, I cared about him more than anything. I hated seeing him hurt when mom left. It killed him.
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"You look like crap, man! Did you sleep at all last night?" Emmett asked nonchalantly, leaning against the counter, claiming his post.
"Yeah, you do, Edward. You look sick." God, Rose! So you have to with everything he says?
"Thanks guys. That's just what everybody wants to hear."
Em snickered. "Did Alice try to give you a makeover?"
"No, she didn't. But if you must know, I didn't get any sleep last night. It's Rosalie's fault, really," I said, yawning.
Rose looked taken aback. Good for her. "What did I do?"
"You told me I as helpless. Like your words will actually bring me progress. That was just bringing me down."
"So, you're telling me it's my fault that you couldn't sleep?" she asked.
"Yep."
She laughed. What was so funny? "Edward, you've been helpless for years. We've told you that. Last night you were just wallowing in self pity over your non-existent Bella," she snorted, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"She does to exist!" I gasped.
"You keep telling yourself that, Buddy."
"I hate to break up your little battle, but we have a field trip here for a second grade class that is early. Get in gear," Emmett said, turning to the cash register.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard him say second grade. Bella's a student teacher for a second grade class. I thought smiling like an idiot.
I shook my head to rid the thought.
"Edward," Emmett hissed. "Go talk to the freaking teachers before they repot us or some shit. I hate when they get mad!" He shuddered.
I looked over to where he was pointing.
Oh. My. God.
It was her.
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