Movie Night

Teeny Tiny Twilight

Getting out was…awkward.

What sense did it make to take my shirt off before jumping in? Obviously so I wouldn't be dragged down by the weight of my water logged clothes, but I was beginning to think that would have been better then this awkward dance of trying to get out of the water now. We had put this off for as long as we could, but soon my lips started to turn an odd purple colour.

"Okay, you ready Bella? I'm going to push you up and you are going to grab the dock." Edward repeated for the fourth time in ten minutes.

"I know!" I snapped back, aggravated. "This is your fault; if you hadn't been drowning I wouldn't have stripped." The whole situation had gotten past ridiculous. I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn't just give up and let him see. It's more coverage then some bikinis I had seen Millie wear around the pool.

"Will I get in trouble for saying I enjoyed it?"

"Yes."

"Hated it. I will be forever scarred by this act of undress that I did not enjoy in the least."

I turned to smile at him, "Thank you Edward. That means a lot to me." He grinned, and then looked up at the dock again. Getting ready to toss me up. "Wait!" I called as he took a firm grip on my waist.

"What?" he pulling back from me to see what the problem was now.

"Can I try on my own first? Then, if that doesn't work we'll try your way." I watched him think that through before sighing, grudgingly agreeing as he watched me wearily getting reading to spring out of the water.

"Careful." He warned. I rolled my eyes, and then kicked as hard as I could out of the water. The second the solid wood touched my hands, I latched on for dear life. I struggled trying to gain some leverage to pull myself up with. "You okay?" Edward asked I could hear him swimming closer to me.

"I need a push." I mumbled, flushing. The blood burned against my chilled skin. This was one of those dates you never wanted to go on again. Something you laughed about later with that person, awkwardly, then secret the event away for another twenty years.

"…okay." I could feel his hands hesitating about where was not only safe to touch, but would actually help me up and out of the water.

I rolled my eyes, frustrated. My frozen muscles were screaming against the strain. "Just grab whatever you want and push!"

I was already expecting him to take advantage of that, but I squealed anyways when he roughly grabbed the seat of my soaked jeans and pushed up. I managed to hook my leg over the dock though, and finally pull myself out.

I couldn't see my shirt on the dock, and Edward was already jumping. He struggled, trying to gain leverage with cold muscles, just as I had. I grabbed onto one of the posts sticking out of the dock, and then offered Edward my hand. He took it gratefully, and I pulled him up, fighting against the cold and his weight.

Stupid Canadian weather. If it was warm in the afternoon it should still be warm at night.

Edward nearly fell on top of me. He looked me in the eye for about a second before he cleared his throat, looking ahead into the trees. "Where is your shirt?" his voice was husky.

"I don't know. I thought you might have seen where I threw it." I pushed him off me. Getting to my feet. I crossed my arms over my chest, shivering.

"Do you really like that shirt?" he asked, looking around.

"Not especially. Why?"

He grinned, pulling his own shirt off and offering it to me, "Because I think it's going to spend the night here. We'll come back tomorrow or something."

I pulled his shirt on, immediately freezing even though it had been pressed against his skin. The shirt was just as wet as my jeans and socks were, but it covered me. "Thank you. And forget the shirt. It's too cool in Canada for something like that. I was going to pitch it anyways." I lied.

Edward nodded, crossing his arms over his own chest now. His lips were starting to change shades too. "Let's go home. No more swimming until summer." He grinned, and we started to jog home.

"Race you." I challenged him. He raised an eyebrow, and then very obviously eyed my stumpy legs. I flashed a smile. "Unless you're scared of course. I can understand, after crushing you poor ego in basket ball, then again in foot ball, you might want some recovery time."

He took off running before I had even finished my sentence, "Try to keep up! Wouldn't want a poor, defenceless, female alone at night with out a man to protect her." he called back at me, taunting.

"Run boy run!" I called, laughing as I too took off in a sprint to catch up.

Needless to say in this situation size did matter, and Edward had much larger legs then I did. I gave him a good run for his money though. My limbs were cold and the run wasn't nearly as pleasant as it had been on other occasions around the campus.

When we ran through his door, gasping and panting, Edward suddenly dropped to his carpet with a painful sounding thump. Since I was about half a millimeter away from him—he was defiantly letting me get that close—I feel on top of him. Of course neither of us remembered where he had thrown my bag earlier.

I rolled off him, he met my eyes for a second, and then he had to hide his face as we both burst out laughing again. "Okay, we need to get my stuff out of the way." I managed.

He rolled off my bag. It must have been quite a sight for anyone in the hallway, two protruding feet and ridiculous manic laughter. I rolled over to make room for him. "It would make one hell of a burglar alarm." He chuckled.

I grinned, and then got up. He stood too, brushing himself off. I picked my bag up off the ground, looking around Edward's place. It wasn't so bad. There were a few pieces of dirty laundry and what I thought had perhaps once been a book was starting to crawl out of one of the rooms. I wanted to think it was Emmett's. I really hoped Edward didn't treat his books like that.

Edward caught my stare and chuckled embarrassed. "I told you it wasn't exactly clean. That's Emmett's room by the way. My room's the one that you can breathe in—and wonder of all wonders—see the floor!"

He seemed quite proud of this so I clapped.

"You can put your stuff in my room. I'll be sleeping on the couch so you can get the bed." He gestured to his bed, which was large enough for more then two people to sleep. The covers were dark, black with silver pillows. I guessed that Rose, his mom, or maybe even one of his girlfriends had picked out the style. Edward didn't seem like the kind of guy who cared about interior decorating, or maybe he liked his bed.

"Edward, I'll sleep on the couch. It's your bed." He opened his mouth to argue to I put up a realistic defence, "I don't know what happened in that bed Edward, it makes me uncomfortable. I'll sleep on the couch." I could really care less what he did in there. His life, his business. I had gotten as involved in his sex life as I was going to get by trying to make him gentlemanly.

He pursed his lips sceptically, "Funny how you don't mention you comfort on that subject until now."

I shrugged. "Slipped my mind."

"I'm sure." He muttered, but dropped the subject. He watched as I started to root through my bag, throwing the popcorn bag Alice had packed at him. I now saw the wisdom of her choice. I had swam and shivered tonight's dinner off. "What's this?" he asked catching the bag.

"This revolutionary new invention Edward. They take corn, and pop it. They call it 'pop corn'. Cool huh?" I asked. Grinning teasingly at him.

He scowled, "I know what pop corn is…what are you looking for?" he tried to peer around my shoulder.

"Clothes. You'll need some too. We're both soaked." I finally found my comfy pair of pyjama pants and my tank top. The pants were new for Canada, while the tank top was sent a wave of home sickness through me.

Edward saw my face twist in pain as I looked at the shirt, remembering when Renee and I had also sat down to home movies together where I had, perhaps, worn this same shirt. "You okay Bella?" he took a hesitant step forward.

I nodded, hugging the shirt into my chest, smiling sheepishly. "Yes. Sorry, just a little home sick. This is one of my Phoenix shirts."

Edward nodded, hesitating. I smiled again, a real one, a happy one. "I'm fine Edward, really. Go get out of your wet clothes."

He pursed his lips, and then quickly dug something out of his drawer and disappeared closing the door behind him. I swallowed thickly, feeling the home sickness increase when he wasn't there with me. I realized I was already starting to make another home for me here, in this alien country. Edward was beginning to feel like home.

I got dressed in warm dry clothes, and then balled my wet clothes up in a ball, watching them drip through my fingers until I found a plastic bag to put them in.

I wandered out into the living room—holding my breath as I passed Emmett's room—and found Edward already on the couch with a bowl of pop corn. When he saw me he leaned over to put the popcorn on a small table in front of one large white couch. To the right of the large white couch was a smaller black love seat.

The ceramic bowl clinked softly against the glass on the table, and then he opened his arms to me, his face solemn. I went to him, hesitating a second, not sure what to do. Surely he didn't want me to sit in his lap?

But as I hesitated before him, he did pull me into his lap, holding me against his chest as he softly ran his hand through my hair. My eyes closed contently. Home sweet home.

He chuckled suddenly, and I smiled at whatever he was laughing at. He grinned sheepishly. "I'm the biggest coward you are ever going to find Bella." he chuckled again, leaning back to look at the ceiling.

I cocked my head though he couldn't see. "That's not true. I've met Tyler." I joked, trying to lighten his mood. He didn't laugh, just kept looking at the ceiling. "What's wrong Edward?" I didn't like this expression, like he was warring with himself. I was all too used to Edward's happy smiles.

"I just realized that if it was Mrs. X sitting here, I wouldn't tell her that I loved her. If this had been a real date, I couldn't tell her how I felt." He made a disgusted sound in his throat. The words shocked me until I remembered that I reminded Edward of Mrs. X. Something picked at me in the back of my head.

I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to find a way to salvage our previous mood. I couldn't help but feel my home sickness had brought this on, like this had stirred something he wanted to tell me. Something that gave him the ridiculous idea that he was a coward.

"C'mon Edward. You are very brave; you actually held your own in a sport against me." I winked when he looked at me, his lips twitching up into a smile. "Besides," I shrugged, sliding off his lap, "We all have our faults. No one is perfect." The couch was surprisingly comfortable. I was going to sleep like a baby tonight on this. His carpet was probably soft enough to sleep on comfortably too.

Edward sighed, "I wish."

"No you don't. I don't at least. You would be so boring if you were perfect. You're the closest that humanity can sanely achieve."

His eye brows shot up and his smile was suddenly dark, "What was that?"

I shook my head, biting my tongue. Wonderful, I just gave the walking ego a boost. "Nothing, I didn't say anything. You're imagining things." He wouldn't be able to fit his egotistical head through the door if I opened my mouth again.

He chuckled, having regained his previous light mood. "So, since everyone has their faults, what's yours?"

I swallowed, and then forced a smile, "Nothing. I'm perfect. Only a woman can achieve such a high level of perfection. I guess that's why—"

"You're babbling." He said surprised. At my look of shock he explained. "You babble when you're nervous. What's bothering you?"

How did he know that? I didn't even know it was my tell until he pointed it out.

I didn't want to tell him, afraid it would put him back into his previous dejection. It seemed every time I was upset about something it affected him ten times as strongly. But he was waiting for me to say something. I tried to keep it light, "Oh c'mon Edward. Guess, what do you think are my faults?"

"That's dangerous territory."

"Damn right."

He tried to subdue his infectious grin, unsuccessfully. "I wasn't even aware you had one."

I grinned back, feeling all warm and fuzzy from his compliment. "Flattery will get you no where mister." I sniffed with an over the top aristocratic demeanour.

He chuckled, "Okay. Then I would have to say you're only fault would have to be your dating fashion."

I made a face at him, already anticipating where this was going. "You know you've spent too much time with Alice when…"

He laughed, poking me in the stomach. "Really Bella. Green? How is green supposed to be a romantic colour? What about red, or black or something?"

I giggled, slapping his hands away as he tried to pin me. He wasn't really trying. I would have been pinned by now if he had. "Well you weren't actually supposed to see it. No one was, my underwear is just that. Worn under and thusly unseen."

"Well Isaw it tonight." He finally managed to push me down, and then rested his chin on my stomach, looking up at me grinning. "Okay, so tell me what you think your fault is."

Oh God, where to start? "You seriously haven't noticed I'm a guy?" Edward's face went from gleeful amusement to absolute horror. "Besides the anatomy." I added quickly. I didn't really want to be informing Edward of this if he hadn't noticed on his own, especially since I was starting to think that Edward was more then projected love. I think I liked him liked him.

I especially liked the way he wasn't intimidated by me, not by what I wanted to be, or the sports I played or even the guys I spent some of my time with (With one outstanding exception). Edward was fun to be around, he played rough and didn't treat me like I was made of glass, unless of course Emmett falls on me, then he gets a little worried.

"Why, because you're good at sports? Isn't that kind of sexist Bella? I'm especially surprised to hear this coming from you."

I flushed, "Well…yeah, but…I don't like to shop, and I listen to hard core rock. I like it. And then I would rather hang out with guys then kiss them, and I watch football with my dad." I was running out of reasons to prove my point. I went from trying to make sure he didn't see, to trying to convince him. I was baffled by Edward's obliviousness.

"Well, since we're stereotyping, do you drink beer and spill chips all over your shirt?" he asked, trying to keep from smiling.

"No."

"Then you're not a guy. And just to let you know, you are officially my fantasy. If I didn't have Mrs. X of course." He finished quickly. "Every guy wants a fun girl like that who doesn't prance around like a bimbo."

I rolled my eyes at him, snatching a handful of pop corn. "Yeah. I have the guys lining up out side my door. Oh! Wait!" I smacked my forehead, "Those aren't for me, and those are for Alice. Duh!"

"One. If you ever hit yourself again I'll restrain your hands and two, only the smart ones go after the girls who they know they want to spend their time with. Most of us just get the nervous jitters at the thought of wanting to stay with a girl, because we love them. Of course some of us are just in it for the sex." He sounded so serine, like we were discussing something outside of himself and his gender.

I sighed, "Like you."

His green eyes widened, hurt. I bit my tongue, but the words were already out. "That's not true. And for the record, I can count the number of girls I've slept with on one hand." He did a quick count in his head. "Never mind. Two hands, but just barely!"

I leaned back into the soft cushions, waiting for the number. He held up seven fingers. I don't think he knew how this looked to me. In my eyes he was only seventeen. How young must he have started, or had his relationships been short and too the point?

In response I held up one fisted hand, "none."

He shrugged. "I'm not ashamed. I think of it as practice for the one who counts. I'll know what to do, and I'll know how to make it the best night of her life. I would rather have a past reputation and give her that, rather then be completely naïve and awkward when it counts."

I thought about that, and then nodded grudgingly. "I guess that makes sense, but admit it, that's not what you were thinking when you were actually doing it."

"Nope. It just felt really really good." He sighed, leaning back. There was a long awkward silence while Edward revelled in his past conquests.

"Well then, are you suggesting that it would only be fair that I be experienced to properly pleasure my man? I'm not trying to say anything, so don't offer."

Edward laughed. "I like how you say that. My man. You already own him. Poor guy." He didn't look like he pitied my hopeful future love, and we lapsed into silence as Edward thought through what I had said. "I guess I see your point. But I think it's kind of different for a girl."

I decided I didn't want to talk about this any more. Something in the back of my mind that had been acting up lately was stubbornly trying to push the conversation away. Sometimes the way Edward would say something, the way he would look or touch me would make this uncomfortable stirring in the back of my mind. It was like I had a sponge that was sucking up all of the words, but kept them all soaked up, unwilling to relinquish the knowledge they kept.

As much as I wanted to understand sometimes, I was also scared of why my mind was hiding it all away. My mental forte was suppressing anything that might potentially drive me off the brink of sanity. That's probably the only way I was able to stand Edward in the beginning.

"Let's do something. Watch a movie or whatever you want." I said quickly, wanting to distract us both.

Edward shrugged, snaring a handful of popcorn. "I was actually waiting for you to pick something. Then you distracted me."

I raised an eye brow and then decided to ignore him. I looked through all his DVDs, thinking of some kind of petty form of revenge. I found it in the shape of an obviously sappy chick flick that Rose—the brave woman that she is—must have found a way to slip in with all of Edward's and Emmett's car-casing-womanizing-explosions-everywhere-you-look movies.

I proudly raised the movie. It was a new movie; I had even seen some commercials for it a few weeks ago between Alice's fashion shows and some decent sitcoms. It had a girl lying down with a guy propped up behind her. "Why don't we watch P.S. I love you?"

He shrugged, splayed out on the couch like an over grown cat. He did look surprised to see the movie part of his Manish collection. "I thought you said you were a guy. Other then the obvious." He said, handing me the remote for the right gadget.

I shrugged, "I have to have some female qualities. Besides, I'm a sucker for a good romance."

He chuckled. When I had gotten everything ready I sat down in the middle of the couch, a respectable distance from where Edward sat propped up on the arm of the couch. He moved closer, grinning slyly. I moved an equal distance away, grinning too.

It soon turned into a game where I was slowly losing my piece of the couch. Finally when my leg bumped the opposite arm of the couch, I tried to push him away, laughing. "Edward! I'm running out of couch!" I shrieked as he continued to push.

He laughed a deep baritone sound that I was beginning to love. It always marked something ridiculously entertaining about to start. "What's wrong Bella? Am I too close?" he crushed me up against the end of the couch while I squealed. He chuckled, and then quickly moved away while in the same instant pulling my legs so I was horizontal on the couch.

He hovered over me in the next instant, his smile devilish. "Oh no. Edward don't—"

Too late. He tickled my stomach relentlessly. I squirmed, bucking under him. He laughed harder, pinning my shoulder's down with his body while his hands kept up their relentless torture. Finally he stopped tickling me, looking at the screen instead. I lay gasping under him, my lungs trying furiously to pull in enough air.

"Movie's starting." He told me, grinning down at me darkly. "Lucky for you. I could have gone all night."

I breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the suggestion in his words. "I couldn't have." I sighed sitting up when he let me, then moved over close beside him, leaning my head on his shoulder for a short moment. Silent gesture of love.

As the movie really started Edward leaned over to whisper, like he would have had we been in a movie theatre. "Are you going to cry?"

I shrugged, "Maybe."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me against him. "You mean I may actually find a weakness in the mighty Bella?" when I ignored him. He grabbed the pop corn, putting it on his lap. Easy reach for both of us.

Finally we came to the part of the movie that was unavoidable in a sappy movie. I cried. Edward took great amusement in this, choosing to watch me rather then the movie. I wiped my eyes quickly, embarrassed. He chuckled, reaching over to wipe his thumb under my eye. I blushed deeply, feeling odd. I realized I felt very feminine here beside Edward. Weird.

I decided I liked it.

I was becoming antsy from sitting still so long with out moving, I was fidgeting in my seat tucking and un-tucking my legs from under me. I was so used to being in phoenix where I could go for a run at ten o'clock at night with out worrying about my eye lashes frosting over. It was an exaggeration I know, but I still wasn't going to get used to Canada in such a short amount of time.

My gaze flickered around the room, taking in every detail of the place. I couldn't find anything living in Edward's and Emmett's place. I blamed that on either irresponsibility or maybe the stench from Emmett's room acting like a fatal disease, killing anything that needed fresh air. I knew my first move if I was locked in Emmett's room would be to jump out the window.

The rugs were soft under my feet. I could even feel that through the material of my socks. I started to jingle my knee, looking around the room some more.

The walls were bare of pictures as were the stands beside the couches. "Why don't you have any pictures?" I asked suddenly. I was still buzzing with energy. What did he put in the pop corn?

He looked at me worriedly, and I guessed that I was making an extreme example of my jittery nature. "I...Uh...Never found anyone I wanted to keep up on my wall."

"That's silly. Why don't you put your sister, or you, or even your family. I would accept I think Alice would probably think it was kind of awkward to see pictures of people she didn't know. I mean, it's more her house then mine anyways right?" Tap. Tap. Tap. The incessant tapping of my foot was beginning to drive me insane.

Edward took me by the shoulders trying to keep me grounded for a second. He inspected my face carefully. "Are you stoned?"

"No. I don't know. What did you do to the pop corn?"

He looked at the bowl, "I put sugar in it. Emmett got me hooked on it a while back…are you okay? Are you having some kind of a reaction?" he looked at me worried. Did I have my health card on me? I checked quickly just incase.

Edward saw me pull my health card out and immediately started to freak out. I tried my best to sooth him. I sat on my shaking hands, grinning easily at him, "No, I'm not having a reaction. It's just I'm not used to sitting still for so long, and then the sugar and the caffeine all mixed together makes me kind of…excited."

Edward grinned happily, more relieved that I wasn't going to go into anaphylactic shock on his couch then anything. "Awesome. You want to go for another run? Kick my butt in basket ball? Our date doesn't have to end just yet."

I grinned happily at him, "A run sounds fun." I realized I was probably coming off as a total spaz. "Sorry. I'm not usually like this." Duh. He's been around you before. I laughed nervously, feeling even stupider.

He grinned, holding a hand out to help me up. Completely unnecessary since I was bouncing all over the couch. "Don't worry. A run would be fun. Its better then you lazing around the house. That's something I would have a hard time dealing with."

I smirked, pulling the ever there hair elastic from around my wrist to pull my hair up. "Unless it's to watch the foot ball game or for the sake of girls, right?" I teased, already slipping my shoes on.

Edward laughed. "I watch basket ball too. Does that raise me up in your book at all?"

I rolled my eyes, opening the door and ready to run. "You're already at the top."