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Chapter 5
I'll be waiting
"He broke your heart
He took your soul
You're hurt inside
Because there's a hole
You need some time
To be alone
Then you will find
What you always know
I'm the one who really loves you baby
I've been knocking at your door"
Lenny Kravitz – I'll be waiting
BPOV
I woke up with the movement in the house, plates being used, someone coughing, and a quiet laugh. I never lived with a big family before, it was just me and Charlie or Jacob or Renée. It makes me wonder how it's going to be in the Lenox Hill house. I loved the silence, but I was starting to get used to the noise too.
I turned on my side and saw Edward still asleep beside me. He looked so beautiful and peaceful. A lock of auburn hair had fallen on his forehead and a shade of a beard on his jaw. I could stay like this, studying his lovely face, forever. I sighed, amazed and loving. I very slowly, to not wake him, leaned in, and very gently, pressed my lips on his.
"Hmm"
Oh my God. He's waking up! What am I suppose to do now? What was I thinking, kissing him like that? Bad Bella!
I looked around, lost, I was about to pretend I was sleeping too when a pair of strong arms wrapped around me and I was now starring at a pair of green eyes.
"Hi." He said, lazily, snuggling to me.
"Err, hi!" I mumbled, trying to look relaxed, as if I didn't do anything two minutes ago. I would keep my version of the story, whatever it takes. "Hun... did you sleep well?" I asked sheepishly.
"I was dreaming something really interesting, actually." He muttered, his fingers starting to play with my hair.
"Really?" I tried to look curious as I managed to get away from his arms. Not that being there was unpleasant, but it was really difficult to formulate coherent sentences next to him like this. "What was it about?"
He chuckled and I was now positive he was perfectly awake when I kissed him. I gulped.
"Well," he began, getting closer, his eyes fixed on my lips. "I think I prefer giving you an idea myself."
We were inches apart, when the door was suddenly opened and Alice and Emmett stepped in.
"Hello, sunshine! Wake up and--" Alice interrupted herself and she covered her eyes with her tiny hands, but not too much, "Oh, my God! Emmett, don't look! This is too much for your innocent eyes!" Alice turned to cover Emmett's eyes, but she was too short and barely covered his chin.
"Oh, God! How gross! You, two, please! Put some clothes on!" he laughed, "There are ladies in the room."
He and Alice seemed to be having lots of fun this morning.
Edward and I sat up very quickly. Actually, I did, Edward was busy glaring at his siblings.
"We are dressed." He hissed.
Alice turned and pouted, "You don't have to be mad at us, Eddie. We didn't mean to interrupt." she shook the neck of her blouse, "It's getting hot in here." She sang and I blushed.
"Is there a reason for you being here, Alice?" asked Edward, bored, while the two of us got up. I put on a robe on the top of my pajamas.
"Actually, there is. I wanted you two to help me get things from Laurent's house and I bet you two could take a look at the new house and see if you like it," this last part she looked at me, as if asking permission and I nodded.
"Good idea. I have to make some phone calls too." I said as we walked to the dining room. The delicious smell of coffee hit me and I sighed, perfectly content. I felt a hand on mine. I didn't turn my head. I knew it was him.
Edward bent down and whispered in my ear, "We'll continue that discussion later." I shivered and he chuckled, passing by me.
I could barely wait.
#
I noticed two things in Alice and Laurent's loft in SoHo. One, it was big enough to make a pocket show in the dinning area and still make place for a dance floor. And two, it was a mess.
"Man, what the hell happened here?" asked Emmett, wrinkling his nose at a pile of empty, dirty pizza packages on the coffee table. There were tons of glasses of wine, beer and martini spread on all available edges. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and something more nauseating, like marijuana.
"I don't know, Em." Said Alice, studying a dirty shirt and throwing it back on the sofa with an expression of disgust, "But I assure you it wasn't like this when I lived here."
"Do you think there is someone in here?" I asked. I really didn't want to meet Laurent, and meeting the other two was far worse.
"I don't know and I don't care. Let's go get my stuff in the bedroom and get out of this place." She muttered.
She was almost on the stairs to the upper rooms, when Laurent showed up, dressed in a purple tidy pajama pants. His chocolate colored torso was muscular.
"Alice, babe! You decided coming back!"
"Hi Laurent." She said, cautiously. Emmett and Edward moved to her side and I felt his hand on my wrist, "I came to pick the rest of my stuff. I didn't think you would be here."
He raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know why, Ally. This is my house, after all. We had a big show yesterday. It's a pity that you missed it just because you're mad. "
I notice the other two had followed him. Victoria appeared, her usually orange hair was a midnight blue color. She wrapped her arms around Laurent's neck and looked at us from above his shoulder. Her dark blue eyes sparkled in fury when she saw Alice.
"You little whore! Look what've done to my hair!" she shouted.
Alice smiled at her, "Oh, but it looks so good on you, Vicky! Blue is definitely your color!"
The rest of us laughed as she tried to attack us, but Laurent and the other guy restrained her… James, I remembered his name. He was hot, in a very bad boy way. His green eyes were fixed in me.
"Look, man. We don't want trouble," said Emmett. He seemed completely relaxed, despite Victoria's glare. "We just came here to pick my sister's belongings, okay?"
James was definitely staring at me. "And her?" he pointed at me. "She also came here to pick up her stuff?" A shiver ran down my spine when he laughed. "Maybe she can be a substitute for Alice, Laurent. Look at her, she's delicious!" he turned to look at me and bent on the handrail, his eyes shone intensively. "Hello pretty."
I took a step back, too scared to speak. Edward's grip tightened and his eyes became cold and dangerous. Then I remembered my own resolution. Stop being a victim. Stop hiding behind the boys.
I raised my chin.
"As if I would ever let someone like you touch me." I said with a smirk. "Get real, you Kurt Cobain wannabe. I'm not one of those bimbos, like this one," I pointed to Victoria.
The other three snorted and even Laurent seemed to be keeping himself from starting to laugh. James hissed and almost advanced, when Edward raised an eyebrow.
"The clothes, Laurent. Can we pick up them, or not? I really don't care, man. It's going to be by the easy way or the hard way. You pick."
Laurent sighed.
"Okay, dude. Whatever you say. Let's not start a fight," he added, looking at his friends "We'll change and leave."
They turned and climbed the stairs. We all sighed in relief. Emmett rolled his eyes and glared at his sister.
"Seriously, Alice, you really have bad taste in men."
#
It was a relief to be out of Alice's apartment. I really don't know how Alice bared those people. We were almost in Edward's Volvo, when her cell phone rang. Alice saw who was calling and muttered, "This cannot be happening." She hissed, and then she opened it with a bright grin, "Hi, Kelly!" she squealed.
Emmett pulled me to his side. "Who's Kelly?" Edward looked curious too.
"It's her boss." I whispered.
"Oh." whispered Emmett. "That Kelly" he grimaced in pain. I giggled and nodded.
Alice shut the phone and said, "Guys, I have to leave, sorry."
"Wow, that woman really doesn't take a break, does she?" asked Edward, looking sympathetically at his sister. She smirked.
"What do you have to do now, Al?" asked Emmett, in an easy voice. "Pick up her dog to take a walk?"
"Worse." She growled "I have to pick up her step children at the airport because she's too busy at the hairstylist. Bitch." Then a wave of panic crossed her face. "I mean, of course she's a genius and every single girl in New York would die for my job but, damn! "
I put my hand on her shoulder. "Alice, calm down, everything's okay. Did she said the name of the…err… kids?"
She looked at me, puzzled, and then she picked her blackberry out of her tiny purse and started pressing buttons. We all looked over her shoulder. A picture of a pair of blonde, beautiful set of twins appeared on the screen. They didn't seem to be more than fourteen years old.
"Jasper and Rosalie Hale. "She wrinkled her nose. "I bet he's gay. He's too pretty to be straight." She rolled her eyes "Whatever. Wish me luck, guys. With a bit of luck, I'll back in a couple of hours. I'll call you, okay?
We all raised our eyebrows, as she practically ran to her car and sped off, as if she was about to save the planet from some kind of crisis.
"Geez. Alice really needs a new job." Said Emmett.
"And a new boyfriend." Completed Edward.
I glared at them. "And why would she need a new boyfriend?"
Edward studied my expression, but he didn't look offended, "Don't you want a new one?"
Uh-ho.
"We are not talking about me." I answered, not touching on the subject.
"Maybe not, but I asked you a question." He pointed, getting really close to me. "Don't you want a boyfriend or don't you want me as a boyfriend?"
Dang! He was good.
"Why? Do you want a girlfriend? Do you want me as a girlfriend?"
"Maybe." He whispered, his green eyes smoldering at me. "Do you want to be my girlfriend, Bella?"
I bit my lip and I felt my cheeks burning, "Maybe."
"Good," he bent to me and in an instant our lips were crushed together. I heard Emmett cursing and mumbling something about 'going for a walk' and "get a room".
It was like a gulp of fresh water on a hot day. His lips moved with mine, in perfect sync. It was as natural as breathing. My hands caressed his hair as his arms were around me. Since I met him, yesterday, I knew that Edward and I could be the worst of enemies, and mare acquaintance, perhaps, but never friends.
I felt my own cell phone buzzing in my pocket. I frowned, annoyed, what a time to call.
"What?" I answered, pissed.
"Bella, honey!" said a much known voice from the other side.
Jacob.
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