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Talk
Chapter 18
It was finally Saturday which meant I finally got to sleep in and spend the whole day with Edward without any body watching us. I stretched my arms and the rest of my body feeling the warm softness of my sheets. This was one of the best things in my life - waking up comfortably in bed knowing that I didn't have to actually get up. The only thing wrong with this was that when I blinked at the clock I had to blink again.
7:12 AM
What are the gods doing to me? One of the days I'm actually allowed to sleep in and I'm fully awake? I closed my eyes trying to ease back into unconsciousness, but it was too late. I slinked out of bed and stomped down the stairs, frustrated with myself. I glanced in the living room to see two people sitting on the couch. My body froze, and my eyes flicked around the room searching for the third.
"He's not here..." Emmett's voice startled me.
"Uh, why are you two here this early?"
"My mom's got some errands in Seattle, so Rose and I are tagging along. I came over to make sure Rose was ready to go. My mom should be here in ten minutes," he explained.
"Charlie went out for breakfast, just so you know," Rose added shifting herself in his lap. "With Sue I think..."
"Okay," I grumbled walking into the kitchen - still not really understanding why they were here. I ate a banana slowly trying to urge time to speed up and wondering what time Edward wakes up on Saturdays.
"Hey we're going to wait outside for Esme," Rose told me, standing in the doorway.
"Okay," I nodded biting back a smirk. I wanted to joke about her need for a parent to chaperone them, but I didn't want to say it with Emmett right behind her.
"Here, take this," he handed me a key. "I'm supposed to call him, but I think Edward will like the wake up call from you."
"Okay, what time should I call him?"
"No don't call him. Just go over and wake him up. Dad's at work and nobody else is home so just let yourself in…"
"Oh okay," I looked down at the key deciding what I should do. If I woke up to find Edward in my room - well I've had but if he was watching me... ? Which I've done. But Sleeping Edward was too much to pass up. Hopefully he won't think it's too stalkerish.
As soon as Rose and Emmett left, I bounded up the stairs to get dressed. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and it was still only 7:45 by the time I was done. I pulled on my boots leaving a note for Dad and locked the backdoor behind me. Again I tried taking my time through the woods, but I was too excited to see Edward. Thankfully the trees kept most of the rain off of me as it started to come down harder. When I got to the end of the wooded path I had to run to up to the back porch for coverage. I slipped the key into the lock and it opened easily for me.
The house was dark and quiet, and I felt a little awkward. The only thing I could hear was the pelting rain outside and the dryer running in the laundry room. I was starting to regret my decision to come here. I felt like a trespasser. I stepped quietly up the stairs to his room. I had been in that room hundreds of times but only once when it was Edward's room.
I pushed the door open wincing at the creaky noise that the hinges made and peeked at Edward. He was lying on his stomach and his arms wrapped around his pillow and one of his feet had kicked itself out from under the white sheets. I tiptoed closer unsure of how to wake him.
"Edward?" I cleared my throat. I leaned over to get a look at his face but it was buried deep in his pillow, and I wondered how he was able to breathe that way. "Edward?" I whispered, gently touching his shoulder.
"Mmm Bella," he mumbled sleepily.
"Hey, Emmett sent me to-"
His hand shot out and gripped my arm pulling me down on the bed. My head knocked into his, but that didn't stop him from kissing me. He rolled onto his back pulling me with him until I was lying down next to him, and then he rolled again forward as I settled onto my back. It was quick, but I hadn't really noticed because not once did Edward's lips pull away from mine. I reveled the feeling of Edward's weight on me and my hands traveled his back down to his waist. My skin came into contact with his and my hands found new places to trace. His hips shifted against mine, and I groaned embarrassingly loud, spreading my legs wider for him. Edward froze pulling away a little, and when I looked back up at him, his eyes were wide. He blinked a couple of times and opened his mouth trying to find words.
"I'm awake?" he croaked.
"Yes," I breathed nervously. What did he mean by that?
"Um excuse me," he stuttered jumping off of me and disappearing out of the room. The only thing I could comprehend was that his shirt was gone. Where did it go?
I sat up pulling myself off his bed. My body felt numb, and the fire that had started in my lower stomach was still burning. I found Edward's shirt on the couch; it was still warm and soft and smelled of Edward. I stared back at the doorway confused. Why had he run away? Did I do something wrong? I was an idiot. This was a terrible idea. I should have called him or waited until noon at least. I was going to fricking kill Emmett. Why had I listened to him?
I left Emmett's key on Edward's dresser on my way out of his room. I could hear the shower running down the hall, and I headed for the stairs. Maybe if I left and pretended that I was never there, Edward would forget. He'd think that he'd made it all up... but I would remember it for the rest of my life.
By the time I got outside, I was crying. I'd never felt so rejected, and that was saying something because I was used to being the outcast. I passed the meadow quickly not wanting to cry there anymore, especially now that I had too many happy memories there of Edward.
"Bella?" Edward's yell startled me. I stopped and listened for him. "Bella? Ow shit..."
"Here..." I called back feebly. I turned to gape at him swearing and tiptoeing through the trees. He was wearing pajama bottoms and another white undershirt with his glasses on.
"Shit," he mumbled wincing. He hopped on one foot for a moment and brushed off the bottom of his other foot. His hair was dripping wet, barefoot, and not even wearing a jacket - in the middle of November.
"What are you doing!" I yelled at him, and he looked up at me startled, shivering. His eyes were clearer or brighter with his glasses.
"What are you doing? I excuse myself and then you leave and I have to come out here to apologize and - shit, have you been crying?" His face softened and stepped slowly to me.
"No," I tried.
"Shit, did you-" he closed his eyes with a painful expression. "I'm sorry if you - I didn't mean - I thought I was dreaming."
"What?"
"I thought I was still asleep when we were... in my room, but then you moaned and you've never done that before in my dreams and then I realized that you were real and I was awake. I panicked and then I took a cold shower and then you were gone." His hands had been moving quickly as he spoke, but they fell to his side like dead weight as he shrugged, finishing his rant. I blushed when his words settled in and made some sense.
"You must be freezing," I changed the subject turning for his house. I didn't say another word as we got to his house and he hurried up the stairs to put on warm, dry clothes. Unfortunately he'd put contacts in or something because his glasses were gone when he came back in the living room. My face was still burning when he sat down next to me on the other side of the couch.
"Uh, I'm sorry I... mauled you this morning," he cleared his throat.
"It's okay. I um kinda enjoyed it," I tried to make him feel less embarrassed - by embarrassing myself even more.
"So uh, do you want to learn how to bake a pie?" he smiled at me, changing the subject.
We spent the rest of the day avoiding awkward moments and baking pies. Blueberry, apple, cherry, pecan, and my official favorite, strawberry rhubarb. We baked so many that we gave extra pies to some of our neighbors - I made sure to leave two for Mac. For some reason, Edward's pies always tasted better than mine. I'd never thought that pie making was serious work, but with Edward it was. He was very precise with his measurements and about the way he added them which might have been why his tasted better. Or may be I just believed that everything about Edward was perfect.
On Sunday, I waited for Edward to come to me. It would be a while before I could go to his house without that nice memory hovering in my head. I might have a permanent blush forever if I didn't stop thinking about it. When the doorbell rang, I bounced to the door excited. But it wasn't bronzy hair and emerald eyes that I met at the door - more like honey colored and soft hazel.
"Esme? Come in, come in, how are you?" I opened the door wide for her to enter.
"Hi, I'm good," she smiled, following me into the living room. "How's Charlie?"
"He's fine. He's checking in at the station," I shook my head. He couldn't wait one more day.
"That's great. I'm sorry for just dropping by, but I wanted to talk to you about something..."
"Oh okay," I nodded wondering what it could be about. Edward? Our relationship? Or dear gods, I hope she didn't want to give me a sex talk. Besides when I was eight and needed some things explained, Dad never really gave me one - not even during the two weeks I dated Jasper.
"Edward has been asking me and Carlisle a lot of… strange questions about money and starting some sort of scholarship program…" she spoke not looking at me and twisting her fingers.
"Oh..." My heart skipped at the subject of college, but I was still clueless as what she was talking about.
"I understand where he's coming from, and I might be stepping on Charlie's toes by doing this… But I just have to ask - you do you know that you have money saved away for college, right?"
I stared at her as my mind soaked in what she was saying. "What?"
"Oh no," Esme covered her face with her hand. "I should have called Charlie first. He's-"
"Esme, I know about the money, but I don't understand why Edward's..." I trailed off confused as she stared at me, looking relieved.
"He's under the impression that you can't afford to go to college."
"So he's been trying to get you to pay for it?" I was getting angry. I hated the topic of college, and with Edward getting involved, I was just – I don't know. But I was mad at him.
"He just cares about you, Bella. Don't be too angry with him. He doesn't understand your… reasons for not wanting to go," she patted my hand gently. I froze, wondering if she was talking about my curse.
"Oh…?"
"I do know about some things in case you are wondering. Your father confided in me and my mom about some things when you were little. We offered to pay for tests and research, but of course Charlie would have none of that," she smiled reassuringly.
"Oh does Carlisle know too?" A huge weight was lifted off of me and I felt like I could breathe easier.
"I told him once about a girl who could read minds, and I think he might be starting to get the connection. But I must ask - Edward knows too, right?" she raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yes," I nodded. "Actually I can't read him..." We continued asking each other questions and then we started telling old stories about Tilde and the stories that she'd tell us. I missed her so much and I could see little pieces of her in Esme. A happy-sad feeling always seemed to appear when I spent a certain amount of time with her.
But I was still pretty mad after Esme left, and I collapsed by the front door. I didn't want Edward thinking about my college issues because I was putting them off. They were big reasons why Edward and I shouldn't even date, and also I didn't want him to realize it and break up with me. We only just started dating. I barely had Alice and Rose convince me that it would be okay. The upcoming year we would have together would be great, and then he'd leave for college. I would be alone most days and he would visit every weekend and every holiday. Then the visits would gradually stop with good excuses and painful apologies, and eventually he'll break it off and I'll become a distant memory. I blinked back my tears and I took a deep breath trying to extinguish the burning in the back of my throat.
The front door opened and Jasper looked down curiously at me, a basketball under his arm. He tilted his head and gave me a sympathetic smile holding out his hand…
…
I stood under the net watching Jasper tossing the ball easily into it. As I caught it and passed it back to him, I watched the others around the gym. Aro's was usually crowded on the weekends with older guys playing a pick up game and little kids taking turns with ping pong or wall ball. There were also a few middle schoolers who we had to watch out for; they liked to show their rebellion through graffiti and vandalism.
"Yip! Yip!" Familiar howling sounded from the double doors on the other side of the gym, and four wolves stumbled through.
"Oh great," Jasper muttered, and I reluctantly waved at them when they spotted me.
"Heeey Bell-laaa," Embry called.
"Hey guys, where's everyone else?"
"Ugh, don't even mention them," Jared shook his head.
"What's wrong?"
"See the other day we were trying to finish a pick up game of football," Seth started.
"Jake tackled Paul to the ground, but then he wouldn't get off of him. Then they started making out," Embry groaned.
"We couldn't finish the game!" Quil whined.
"Same thing happened just now. We were at Paul's playing hoops in his driveway and Paul starts to block Jake-"
"More kissing?" I finished for Jared.
"They were on the same team!" Quil snapped.
"We left and now here we are."
"Hey you guys want to play a quick one with us?" Jasper asked reluctantly, after getting a nod from me.
"Yeah sure..." they agreed.
"We get Seth!" Jasper called and waved him over towards me to form a huddle. Jaz always had a plan to win, and I learned all my strategic skills from him.
"Okay, we'll be shirts; you can be skins," Quil tried to be casual. It almost wouldn't have mattered; I didn't have too much in that department, plus their chests were almost as big as mine...
"Yeah right," I rolled my eyes zipping up my hoodie, hiding my fruits.
"Okay okay, ladies first," Jared tossed me the basketball before tugging his shirt off. It was kind of chilly in the gym, but the wolves tend to overheat because they're always running around.
"We'll do a toss up," I bounced it back to him. Part of our strategy was for me to block Jared - Embry and Quil got a little handsy sometimes and I hated kneeing them - and Jasper was going to pass the ball back to Seth for an easy lead.
By the time we were tied 7-7, we had gathered a small crowd of people watching us. Most of them were little kids and others had just finished their own games or about to start their own. Now Jasper had the ball and both Quil and Jared had cornered him, while Embry and Seth were running in circles under the net. Somehow Jasper bounced the ball between their legs and it came straight to me. Before the others could get to me, I took a step back aiming for the basket and watched as it swished through the net.
"Gooooal!" Seth yelled giving me a high five. "We won!" I looked down to see I was outside the three point line.
"Oh..."
"Hey wasn't it your job to guard Bella?" Embry snapped at Jared.
"It was, but I had to guard Seth because somebody left him open!"
Jasper laughed shaking his head and waved to someone behind me with a big smile on his face. I turned to see Alice and Edward sitting on a bench waving at us. Edward's face fell when I looked at him. Yeah I was still ticked off…
"Hey, I thought you couldn't play basketball," he said, sounding kind of like question, when I neared him.
"I can't at school. My head gets too fuzzy." It wasn't the best explanation, but I didn't want to go into detail about my curse while I was mad and in public.
"Oh… I tried calling your house, but I guess your dad wasn't home. Rose told me that Jasper was probably here with you. I really wish you had a cell phone…" he tried making safe conversation. I guess he could tell I was mad. My face was probably scrunched up, lips pressed together, with sharp eyes. Real attractive.
"What? Are you going to buy me one of those too?" I snapped.
"So I am in trouble…" he nodded heading for a doorway.
"Do you even know why?" I followed him out into the hallway and into a smaller room filled with extra tables and fold-up chairs.
"No, not really, but I'd rather be in private when you yell at me," he shut the door behind me. I stumbled over a small stereo and cracked a Dancing Style and Etiquette CD.
"Guess who came by my house today?" I asked him as he just stared back at me. I wanted to cry he looked so good and I couldn't help but imagining him leaving me. The scenarios from earlier were playing out in my mind. "Esme…"
"What?" he knitted his eyes.
"Yes, we had a lot to chat about… books, current events, college," I basically snarled the word as his eyes widened.
"Shit… I-"
"What? You were just gonna ask your parents to pay for me to go to college? Do you know how much that costs? I can't just let someone pay thousands of dollars for something that I might not even do! And do you know how belittled that makes me feel?"
"I was just trying to help. I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or shit, but you deserve to go to college because you're so unbelievably smart and amazing," he stammered. "And you deserve some of that money that Esme's mother left her – from what I've heard, you were like a granddaughter to her! She left Esme millions – millions. I think the least Esme could do is pay for your college which is basically a fraction of what she's got."
I chewed on my lip listening to him. Why were his reasons so good? Why did he have to say such nice things about me? I was mad at him and I wasn't ready to stop. "I have money. Tilde did leave me money."
"Then what the hell? Why did you say that you couldn't afford to go then? Why are we even having this conversation?" He was breathing hard and his hands were on his hips now.
"I said that because I hate talking about it. I'm not going, and I don't want to think about you or everyone else leaving me," I choked.
"Bella…" Edward looked pained.
"No, I'm done talking about this," I stepped back away from him and ripped open the door hurrying to the parking lot.
Thank the gods I had driven my truck here. Jasper and Alice were standing by the outside doors looking all happy and smiley. I hoped they would ignore me as I passed them not wanting to ruin their good moods, but they called after me as I got to my truck and slammed my door shut. By the time I got home, I wasn't mad anymore, but I was crying. I was annoyed and frustrated, and I needed a nap. I basically fell asleep at the sight of my bed…
...
When I became conscious again, there was an incessant clicking noise. I listened clenching my eyes closed trying to figure out what it was. It almost sounded like a computer mouse. It was a computer mouse… My eyes peeked opened and Emmett was sitting at my computer.
"Please don't be looking at porn…"
"Gah-leee, Bella, you're FreeCell stats are insane. I was just trying to beat your Minesweeper scores, but my hand would twitch and hit a mine. I don't know how you got four seconds on beginner."
"Magic," I mumbled.
"Emmett! I told you not to wake her," Rose appeared in the doorway with a pie in her hands. I wanted to laugh – she was the one I was usually telling not to wake me up.
"I didn't! Why kind is that?"
"Pecan. Do you want some Bella?"
"No," I sighed.
"Is there whipped cream?"
"No."
"Man, I bet I could eat whipped cream with any meal," he smiled.
"Spaghetti?"
"Yep."
"Nachos?"
"Oooh, we have to try that Rose. I bet that's really good."
"Or really gross…" I scoffed as they turned to look at me, silently waiting for more. I huffed sitting up and hugged a pillow in my lap. "He asked Esme to basically pay for my college tuition and stuff…"
"Oh…" Rose's eyes stayed glued to the pie. She didn't like talking about college either. She knew what it meant.
"I yelled at him and told him that I didn't want to go even though Tilde left me more than enough money to go," I chewed on my lip.
"Huh, how much did she leave you?" Emmett asked.
"Wait a minute, I thought she left you like $250. That's what you told us when we were twelve because I remember you had that orange bike…" Rose looked at me.
"I may have left off some zeros…"
"How many is some?"
"We were twelve. I didn't want you guys to think that Dad and I were all snooty."
"We were – we are." I winced at her. Her family always had a lot of money as her father was a lawyer and her mother grew up as one of those debutante beauty queens.
"Four…"
"Four zeros?"
"Two and half million," Emmett answered.
"You're a millionaire?" Rose laughed.
"Not really," I shook my head. "I never planned on using the money, and plus I can't touch it until I turn twenty five; but actually it's not that strict, I can get some money for college or something with permission from the overseer…"
"Which is Mom."
"Damn, I can't believe you never told me this... and you're mad at Edward-"
"I'm not even mad at him anymore. I just don't like talking about any of it. I don't want the future to come. I don't want to grow up, and tomorrow I have to explain all of this to Edward and apologize. If he lets me. Crap, what if he breaks up with me or -"
"Take a chill pill, Bella. It'll be okay," Emmett assured me. "Edward probably thinks that you're PMSing and just needs space. It would take a lot for Edward to break up with you. He's crazy about you. I think - I think if you grew a penis, he would still love you. He'd turn gay – he would. I know it," he nodded fervently.
"What the hell are you even talking about?" I busted out laughing at his rant. I squeezed my legs together tightly though… just in case.
The next day at school I sat on the picnic table with Alice and Rosalie waiting for Edward. Alice must be part psychic or something because she was waiting with hot chocolate and croissants when we got there. I nervously tore my croissant apart and warmed my hands, silently waiting, as Rose and Alice chatted about normal things. Something from Saturday kept creeping up to the front of my mind and I was itching to ask them about it.
"Are you guys having sex?"
"What?" - "Alice is not my type," they said at the same time.
"Are you?"
"I'm not," Alice answered to my surprise.
"Me neither. Emmett barely touches me until I give him the go ahead."
"What's the go ahead?" Alice asked her.
"I don't want to know," I shook my head.
"I basically grope him until he gets the hint."
"Ew…."
"Why do you ask?" Alice leaned over to look at me.
"Well, I didn't think you were, but the guys don't think about it much and if you guys really were, then I definitely would have seen something-"
"Why do you ask?" Alice asked again slowly.
"Uh things, uh got, uh pretty heavy with Edward on Saturday. I went to his house to wake him up because Emmett told me to, but he pulled me into bed with him and ummm yeah," I stuttered.
"Wow, I didn't think Edward could be so forward."
"He thought he was dreaming…"
"Oh figures… well, my mom bought me all these teen guide books or whatever," Alice started. "Basically you know when you're ready. Like if you and your partner are in real love, and you can sorta talk to your parents about it, and you know all of your consequences and you're able to accept them…"
"Talk with my Dad about it?" I questioned. "That'll go really well especially since he was teenage father himself."
"Hey, I think it's too soon, so don't worry about it. You and Edward have been dating what? A week? And are you even dating now? I mean you guys had a fight so you might not be dating anymore…"
"Rosalie!" Alice laughed as the warning bell rang.
"Great…" I groaned realizing that the parking lot had filled up quickly and the shiny car sat in its usual spot Edwardless.
In first period, I couldn't hear anything that Mr. Mason was saying. I was too busy writing out apologies in my notebook. Really it all turned out to be a jumble of I'm-sorry's and please-don't-break-up-with-me's. It was pathetic. I was pathetic for even causing all of this…
I jumped up as soon as the bell rang and hurried toward Edward's first period class. I usually got a chance for small talk during this break and I was going to use every bit of it to apologize to Edward. I found him outside his classroom near his locker. He was talking to Lauren with a tired expression and he held his trig book out in front of him like it was a shield. Fortunately an idea popped into my head before he looked at me. How could a stare make me so dumbfounded?
"How do think you did on the quiz? I think I did alright, but I forgot to study so I'm not sure blah blah blah" Lauren babbled on as I sneaked up to them, Edward watching me the whole time. I reached forward silently and slowly pulled his book out of his tight grip. "Uh Bella Swan, what are you doing?"
"Carrying his books…"
"Why?"
"Because I'm sorry, and I think it's about time," I looked up at him as he grinned.
"What?"
Edward's hand came up and knocked the books out of my hands. Before I could even gape at him, he leaned down and kissed me. All of the tension slid from my body and it was replaced with a warm tingling feeling. He somehow lost his balance and stumbled forward, shoving me against the lockers in the process.
"Owa," I groaned.
"Shit – sorry," he brought his lips back to mine.
"It's – okay – sorry – I'm crazy" I mumbled against him.
"Okay stop talking please – later," he muttered.
"Oh my god…" Lauren's voice startled me. I pulled away using my hand to turn Edward's face away from mine.
"Hi… oh right," he straightened up, looking at her. "I think I did well. But if you ever need help, I know that Eric is willing to tutor people…"
"Oh my god," she muttered turning around walking away.
"Come on, the bell's about to ring," he held out his hand for me to take. I grinned at him, his face was pinked from the lip gloss Alice made me put on.
"You kinda have something on your face," I motioned to my lips as we walked down the hall to my classroom.
"Ah leave it, we'll match," he smiled before leaning down to kiss me again. I sighed when he pulled away and he turned to hurry to get to his own class. I blushed when the classroom full of girls stared at me when I entered the room.
At lunch we looked liked a pair of fools with our smudgy lip glossed grins while some people asked if we were really going out. Jessica tried getting details in a friendly way as Lauren had a permanent scowl on her face and Mike looked pale not daring to glance at us. In biology, we were given a lab and I was going to use that chance to really apologize to Edward.
"You know I really am sorry..."
"Yes, but I shouldn't have done that without talking to you about it."
"I just... I'm not going to college, and I don't even like thinking about it because then I start to think about when Rose and Jaz are gonna leave me and now you too... It was one of the reasons I didn't want to tell you how I felt, and I didn't want you thinking about either so you wouldn't come to the same conclusion and break up with me now..."
"Wow," he whispered with wide eyes. "That's some crazy girl logic, but I think I got the jist of why you were upset. But Bella, college is more than a year away. We don't have to decide anything now."
"But we have to eventually…"
"Yeah, I could always just stay here in Forks and work in the diner for Ben's mom." He was joking, but part of him seemed serious, and I had to make sure he understood that he couldn't stay in Forks just for me.
"No you can't, you have to go off and do some great and amazing." Plus that's my future job.
"Well then I guess you would have to come with me…"
"You know we've only been dating a week right?"
"I still love you, just the same."
"Edward..."
"Who knows? I might be knocked up by then, so I think we shouldn't worry about it. We should think about today and about something fun. Here, can I?" he asked picking up my notebook.
"Sure," I was still blushing from the 'knocked up' remark.
"You should-" he stopped, staring down at something.
"Um," I cringed when I saw that it was a page full I-hate-Edward-four eyes-Cullen doodles. I'd even drew like a bajillion pair of eyes and glasses. He closed it shut and slid it back to me, staying quiet and not looking at me. "Thanks... Hey are you okay?"
"Yeah," he hummed, still not looking at me.
"No what's wrong?" My stomach dropped. We had just made up, and now something else was wrong.
"Nothing, just… I forgot you that you didn't like me very much in the beginning of the year... The four eyes comment kinda stung."
"Oh Edward-" I felt guilty and really embarrassed because he was taking it the completely wrong way.
"It's okay. I was a dick."
"No no, nooo. I wasn't being mean when I wrote that. I was... Just mad," I blushed. I really didn't want to tell him that I thought he was sexy as hell in those glasses.
"Okay." When he looked at me, I could tell he didn't believe me.
"Ugh, I have a list..." I cleared my throat. I was going to die. It was so embarrassing. "Of um, different times when you're... really attractive."
"What?" he whipped his head at me, confused.
"Just... here," I flung through the pages of my notebook to where I had written them down. They were things like Dream Edward and Worried Edward and Crossing His Arms, Grouchy Edward. "I remember sitting in the emergency room with you and you were wearing your glasses, I thought it was so unfair how hot you looked in them."
"Wow, this is so weird Bella..." he told me shaking his head and looking over my notebook. I dropped my head onto the table hoping I would have an aneurysm and die. "Thank you for showing me this though, at least now I know that you like me as much as I like you."
"Okay," I blinked at him. I didn't even want to try to comprehend his logic.
"But since you're so good with lists, here," he slid back my notebook towards me as I lifted my head. "You need to make a list of stuff you want to do."
"Stuff I want to do?" Like you? I bit my lip; I was not going to say that out loud.
"Things you want to do before we all graduate. It could be any thing…"
"Like go out on a date?"
"Yeah but…" he trailed off then looked pained. "Shit, I am an ass. I haven't taken you out on a date yet. I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it," I winced. "And I never asked you either, so it goes both ways... so go on a date." I flipped to a clean page and wrote it down.
"With... Edward..." he spoke scribbling it down next to it.
"Right, with my honey bunches of oats."
"Hmm, I'm not sure about that one…" he tried with a serious face.
"Too much?" I smiled as his eyes drifted down to my mouth.
"Do you still have that glossy lip stuff?"
"Yeah." I remembered Alice shoving it into my pocket. "Why?"
"Good, because I think I'm gonna need a touch up before gym," he grinned rubbing his thumb over my lips.
AN: Sooo, yeah… only one more chapter to go which will be an epilogue of sorts and I promise no crying this time guys. I know you hate it, but this is it. This is where the story ends… sorta.
Also I know some of this chapter was weird and random and some things came out of nowhere. Forgive me.
But hey good news, I have jury duty on Monday! - I know, right. - Actually I've never had it before, but I know I'll be sitting a small room for hours before they ask me a bunch of random questions which means I'll be writing – thank cheeses, my phone has a word program on it.
THANKS FOR READING!