Chapter 6
It was almost 10. And I, well, I was still in the shower. Romeo and Juliet didn't want to rest so they occupied almost all my day. Besides I'd to cook for Charlie – lasagna, yummy. And wash and clean up my room and blah blah blah.
So now, though I didn't want to admit it, I was late. As Edward told me not to be. I took a quick shower not enjoying the warm water as I loved to do. The race to my room left wet spots everywhere. No time for drying now, I'd do that later.
I examined my tiny closet for some minutes. But I couldn't find anything to wear tonight. God, why was I acting this way? I really didn't care how other people saw me, I knew me, and that was enough.
"BELL!" Shoot, Edward was already outside?! I didn't even hear the car! "Bell, come on we have to go! Oh, hey Charlie."
"Hey, kid. How are you?" I heard Charlie replied at the same time a door shut close.
"Everything's fine, just looking for your daughter… Is she ready?" Edward asked Charlie.
"I don't know, she's still in her room. Go check if you want. But knock first, okay?"
I heard Edward's contagious laughter. "The Sheriff never rests, huh?"
"Ever," I heard my father tease.
I heard fast steps from the stairs and then a knock in my room's door. Oh-oh, here it was coming.
"Bella, what are you doing? Are you ready? We need to go." I could sense the impatience for the tone of his voice. But I was still not ready at all.
"Hmm, almost…" I tried to sound as convincible as possible at the same time I rummaged in my closet.
He sighed. "Can I come in?"
"Hmm, wait a sec." God, my hands couldn't go faster. Practically all my clothes was on the floor right now and I was still not dressed. Awesome.
"You are not even dressed, aren't you?" Edward sighed behind the door.
Busted. "Not really—"
He cut me off. "Bell! I told you to be ready at 10, what---"
"I know, I'm sorry… But I really don't know what to wear…" I mumbled at the end. God, I looked so superficial right now. This wasn't me at all.
"Why don't I come in and help you?" I heard him exhale as he always did when he tried to be patient.
"Wait a sec," I said as I put on my 'sleeping sweat'. "Come in,"
"As if I've never seen you with less than that," Edward rolled his eyes.
And the red came again…"We were seven there," I stuck my tongue at him.
Edward made a face and started looking at every inch of my room. "Bell, I really thought you were a tidy person. Your room is a mess," he said as he took a shirt from the floor and put it on a chair.
"Yes, well, I was until now, I guess."
"Hmm, are you nervous because Jasper is gonna be there, huh?" He amused with a seductive tone and sat on my bed.
Was it because of that? The sound of his name made something weird to my stomach. No way was I going to recognize that to Edward. "Yeah, right. Will you bother me all night with him? Because I'd like to be prepared if so…" I stared at him to make my point clearer, but his bewildered face made me smile. "What, Edward? Just laugh," I rolled my eyes and there the loud guffaw of his resounded in my tiny room.
"Sorry, it's just that it's funny seeing you all nervous for a guy," He shrugged.
I looked at him faking seriousness. "I'm so laughing, and I'm NOT nervous!"
"Sure, that's why you are chewing your bottom lip like that?" I was – I was chewing it like hell. I hadn't noticed it before but my lip almost hurt by now.
"I wasn't…" I complained as I stopped with the action and surrendered in the floor.
"Alright, maybe I'm a bit nervous, okay? What's the big deal, everyone is nervous from time to time!" I was almost hyperventilating right now. Yep, I was going crazy, totally whacko, loca.
He slowly walk to my spot and sat beside me. "Just breathe Bell, it's okay if you're nervous. Come on, let's get you something sexy to wear," He arched his eyebrows invitingly. I frowned at him. He laughed back. "Just kidding, let's get you something normal and nice, alright?"
I smiled at him. Why was he always so awesome? "I hate you," I grinned.
"Yeah, love you too," He laughed as he started searching all my clothes. It was going to be a long night.
