Authors Note: As Always Twilight and its characters are not mine, they belong to Stephanie Meyer, and I am not she. However Ana and Jade are mine and I love them :D Okay so I have to say a HUGE thank you to Everyone who have left reviews for this story :) YOU have no idea how much it means to me, so THANK YOU times a million plus one! I hope that all of the Jade fans out there enjoy this chapter because it has been done in Jade POV for the whole thing. Hope you enjoy it!!! READ REVIEW! Okay kids get your seats and enjoy chapter 15!
Chapter 15: 20 Questions and Self Denial
Jade's POV
I skip down the stairs humming happily to myself. I cant even begin to explain how happy I am that Ana is going to work things out with Jasper. Those two just need to both get over themselves and admit what they feel and all would be happy in their worlds. I smile at the thought of Ana having someone like Jasper. I mean he is perfect for her, definitely better for her than Brody. I shudder to myself at the thought of that creep. I take a detour into the kitchen before I go to see Edward in search of some ice cream. I pull open the freezer door in search of my stash of mint chocolate chip goodness. I pull out the container and realize that it feel's a little empty. I open the top and see that half of my ice cream is gone. Who ate half of my ice cream. I know Ana wouldn't do it, she learned her lesson a long time ago. Rosalie has an aversion to ice cream which I still find insane. Only one person would have the guts to eat it.
"EMMETT," I yell, slamming the ice cream carton to the counter. Emmett comes running into the kitchen a look of concern on his face.
" What, what's wrong?" he asks, and his eyes drift to the open ice cream on the counter. A look of realization crosses his face.
" You. Ate. My. Ice. Cream." I say between clenched teeth as I take a step towards him.
" Oh that, see I didn't realize it was yours until I had eaten it," he says as he slowly backs away until he is up against the wall.
" What do you mean you didn't know it was mine? My name is written all over it," I say, poking a finger firmly into his chest.
" I'm sorry Jade, really I am," he says, putting on the best puppy dog face that he could muster.
" I'm mad at you," I say, walking back to my ice cream. We sit in silence for awhile, Emmett trying to get my attention any way that he can. Finally he has resorted to throwing gummy worms at me. I get caught up in the spirit of the game and start throwing them back at him and soon it escalates to a full on anything goes war. I sit on one side of the counter a water bottle and a can of whip cream in my hands, trying to not laugh hysterically.
" Are you ready to surrender?" Emmett calls out, and I shake with laughter.
" Not until you make up for eating my ice cream," I say back. It grows quiet and I almost wonder if he has fallen asleep until I hear approaching footsteps. I calculate my timing and jump up laughing as I spray whip cream all over Emmett. Or who I thought was Emmett. Instead I look into the shocked face of Edward. Oops. Emmett pops his head from around the wall and smiles a devilish grin.
" I take it that the war is over," Emmett says, putting down his weapons of choice, a two liter of Coke and a can of spray cheese. I glare over Edward's shoulder at him.
" For now, but this isn't over. You still have to make it up to me," I say, watching him laugh and walk away.
" I am so sorry about that, I thought you were Emmett," I say, grabbing a paper towel and handing it to him. He smiles brightly at me.
" What did he do this time?" he asks, wiping some whip cream from my cheek.
" Ate my ice cream," I say, blushing slightly at his touch.
" Ahh yes Emmett has the tendency to eat things that don't belong to him. He always says its because he is a growing boy, he has been using that excuse since he was ten," he says, helping me clean up the mess that Emmett and I had created.
" Where's Ana?" he asks, throwing away the final bit of trash.
" Upstairs, talking to Jasper," I say, hopping up onto the counter. He looks at me for a minute, as if he is trying to read my thoughts.
" Well, hopefully those two will finally work things out," he says, walking over to stand in front of me.
" They better, I am not spending a night away from my comfortable bed just for them to not work things out," I say, kicking my legs back and forth. He leans forward bracing his hands on either side of my hips, looking at me.
" So for the night you have no room?" he asks, running a hand softly up my arm.
" That's right. For the night I have no room," I say, shivering slightly at his touch. I am caught of guard briefly when he picks me up easily throwing me over his shoulder.
" Well we cant have that," he says, carrying me to his room. My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of spending the whole night with him, and I cross my fingers hoping that nothing happens to interrupt us this time.
Edward is lucky. He has, from what I have seen, the best bathroom in the house. I step out of the shower wrapping a soft black towel around myself. The room is filled with warm steam and I wipe my hand over the mirror so that I can look at myself. Okay so jumping in the shower wasn't exactly the first thing I wanted to do when Edward carried me to his room, but he made a good point when he pointed out that he would rather not have dried food in his sheets. I pick up the clothes that he handed me and look at them. A plain blue shirt and a pair of shorts. I get dressed quickly and step out of the bathroom and into his room. He takes my breath away. He lays shirtless on his bed and looks so relaxed. He turns his head to look at me, a slow smile spreading across his face.
" I have to say, you look really cute in my clothes," he says, turning onto his side patting the empty space next to him. I smile smugly to myself.
" I would have to agree with you," I say, climbing on the bed laying next to him. He wraps him arm around me, and I snuggle closer to him my head laying on his shoulder. He toys with my fingers and we lay their in perfect silence. I sit up quickly and look at him.
" What?" he asks, and I smile as he sits up too.
" Let's play a game," I say, bouncing slightly on his bed.
" What kind of game?" he asks, sounding kind of wary of the idea.
" Twenty questions. I mean come on Edward, we have spent some time together and we have even kissed a few times, and don't get me wrong I loved the kissing, but I want to get to know you," I say, running my fingers lazily through my hair.
" I will go first," he says a light of playfulness in his eyes. " What is your favorite color?"
I roll my eyes at the question.
" Its orange, what's yours?" I ask back, truly wondering about his favorite color.
" Blue," he says laughing.
The questions continue, ranging from favorite foods to most embarrassing moments. It isn't until we pass the twenty question mark that we come down to the serious questions.
" What is your biggest fear?" Edward asks, running a hand down my hair. About half way through the game I moved back to my spot laying my head on his shoulder. I think about this question seriously.
" My biggest fear is not making a difference. I want to be able to say when my time comes to leave this earth that I made a difference in at least one persons life," I say, regretting that I answered the question as honestly as I did. I never really opened up to anyone except Ana, so the fact that I can open up to Edward so easily leaves me feeling kind of vulnerable. It grows quiet for a moment, and I can tell that Edward is contemplating what I just said.
" What was your longest relationship?" I ask the first thing coming that comes to mind. I feel his body stiffen slightly and his hand that was running through my hair stops moving.
" Almost three years," he says, his voice sounds distant and almost cold.
" I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked," I say, turning to look at him.
" No its okay, you don't know about that situation. So I am sorry for reacting that way," he says, a small smile lighting his eyes.
" Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, and he sighs heavily.
" What is there to talk about? Bella was my life, for almost three years all I thought about was her, and she decided one day that it wasn't enough, that I wasn't enough," he says, his voice swimming in bitterness. I look at him and feel like crying. Whoever this bitch is, is lucky she isn't around or I would seriously pound her face in.
" I'm sorry Edward," I say, and he just shrugs his shoulders. I react from instinct. I lean in and kiss him. It starts out sweet and innocent. It doesn't stay that way for long though. Before I can catch my breathe Edward rolls me over so that I am on my back my hands in his hair pulling him closer to me. I can feel his hand running up my sides, lifting my shirt as he goes, his fingers exploring my skin. I sigh into his lips and let him take me wherever it is that he needs to go.
I open my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft sun that peaks through the curtains of Edward's room. I smile when I remember the night before and I look over to find myself alone in the bed. My heart drops a little as I sit up, clutching his sheet to my chest. I look at the clock and it reads just five minutes after eight. I can hear the water running in Edward's bathroom and I fall backwards letting my head bounce against the pillows. I shouldn't take this so hard. Its not like I am naïve enough to believe that sex is a promise of something more. It is what it is. Usually I wouldn't be so bothered by all of this, only this time it was different. Everything with Edward is different. The way he talks to me, the way he looks at me, the way he touches me. What I feel for him has slowly been growing from the first time I say him. I wont deny that lust was the first thing I felt for him, but my lord who can blame me. I saw a new side of him last night. In that one moment when he seemed so vulnerable. I stare at the ceiling lost in deep thinking, when Edwards voice snaps me from my own personal retrospection.
" Did I wake you?" he asks, running a towel lazily over his wet hair. I look over at him.
" No," I say, sitting up again, wrapping his sheet firmly around me.
" Okay good, so uhm listen I have to go. You are more than welcome to stay in here as long as you like," he says, and with that he leaves the room. That's it? I don't even get a generic, 'I had a really good time last night' from him. I sit in wonder for a minute before I get up and get dressed. I start to head for the door when something shiny at the top of his closet catches my attention. I stop for a second, seriously debating with myself on whether or not to find out what it is. Finally I pull it down from the top of the closet and staring back at me is a beautiful picture. The smile on Edward's face hits me like a fist in my stomach. But what draws my attention even more is the girl in the picture with him. She is beautiful, its undeniable. Her pale skin and brown hair should have clashed but somehow it just made her beauty that much more striking. So this must be Bella,' I think to myself. I stare at the picture for a long time. I finally put the picture away and walk out of Edward's room. Looks like Jasper isn't the only one who is still hung up on a girl he cant have back,' I think darkly to myself as I stomp my up the stairs. Oh well, its not like I'm in love with him. I'm not in love with him. Oh crap, I am in love with him.