Authors Note-
Disclaimer- S. Meyer owns all things Twilight.
Chapter Song- The Scientist by: Coldplay and; Never Let You Down by: The Verve Pipe
BPOV
I ran all around the subdivision three times, sweat covering my whole entire body. My shirt was sticking to my shirt and I noted that last time I went running, to just wear a sports bra like most women do.
When I rounded to corner to my street, I saw a familar figure sitting on the Cullen's stairs to the front door. It was Edward- of course- and he was smoking a cigarette and leaning on the step behind him. When I reached my driveway, I stopped running and took a deep breath.
He looked over at me, eyes scanning my body. I quickly looked away and headed up to my front door. I reached into my pocket, seeing that I forgot my key. I growled and looked under the pot. Gone.
Now I would have to go over to the Cullens. I peeked over and saw that Edward was gone.
I jogged over and grabbed the key from under the eave. I unlocked the door quietly, I pushed it open and shut it slowly. As I walked through the hall, it was way to quiet. As I thought about it, I ran smack into something hard. I fell backwards straight on my ass and winced. When I looked up, I saw Edward.
" What are you doing?" Edward asked, biting into a pear.
I stood up, trying walking past him but he grabbed my arm and stopped me.
" You can't just walk in here."
I scoffed " Oh, really?"
I shoved him off me, and he stumbled. When I got to the kitchen I opened the drawer and saw my house key. As I reached for it, Edward had stole it from the drawer. I slammed the drawer shut and turned around, glaring at him hard.
He smirked at me and held the key up high, biting into his fruit.
" Give me the fucking key, Edward," I ground out between clenched teeth.
Edward wiggled the key, taunting me. I jumped trying to reach it, but failing and making him laugh at me. After a few failed jumps, I was completely pissed and ready to stab him with the sharp knives on the counter/
" If you don't give me the key then I will go into the art room and spread paint all over your music."
It didn't even sway him.
I jumped at him, effectively pushing him against the island and wrapped an arm around his neck, reaching up with my other hand. I was so close. When his head turned down, he got a great view of my chest. His hand faltered and I grabbed it quickly, jumping off.
" Don't mess with me, Cullen." I said, shoving him again.
As I walked towards the front door, he immediatly chased me and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me back against his chest. I pulled at his arms tugging at his strong embrace.
" Your very out of line."
" Let me go."
No response.
I tried to shake him off, but to no avail " Let me go."
" Stop acting like such a bitch. I didn't do anything, you were the one who was talking trash about Tanya, you provoked me. I LOVED HER! What's not to get. Do you want me to walk around singing show tunes and drawing rainbows. What is wrong with being sad sometimes, huh? You walk around quiet. Not answering me when I ask what's wrong." he started " What are you hiding? Since the beginning of the summer, Isabella. What the fuck are you hiding that makes you so emotional all the time when you saw me with Tanya, or when I did something that you didn't like."
I was, once again, crying. He released me and I stumbled towards the door. I felt as if I were at my breaking point, and I wanted to tell him, so badly. But not at this time.
" What are you hiding?" he asked.
I shook my head " I-I-I can't tell you. You'd never understand."
" You won't even give me a chance to try and understand?"
" Look, Edward. You are my best friend, but I'm just not ready, and I don't think you are either."
" But your not giving me a chance!" he exclaimed
The tears that dripped down my face were quickly wiped away as he walked forward, wiping them. He wrapped his right arm around my waist, and his left hand was on my right cheek. I wanted to draw my body close to his, but I couldn't.
" Please."
I ripped away from him.
" I'm sorry, Edward. I just...I just can't. Try and break me down, but I just can't."
Quickly I darted out the front door, hearing Edward call my name softly. As I ran, my ponytail came loose, making my hair sway with the rushed movements. I unlocked my door and shoved it open. I leaned back against it, sliding down to the floor and letting the tears take over.
As the sobs wracked my body, my hand rested against my stomach as I lurked slightly forward. I felt the door behind me open and I slid with it. It slammed shut and a body sat next to me. Warm arms wrapped around me, holding me close.
"Shhh...Bella, baby...It's okay, I know. I understand." he whispered, taking me in his arms to rock me.
"I-I-I ca-can't."
" It's okay. Just please tell me if it was something I did, or if it affected your health. Did someone hurt you, Bella?"
I shook my head against his chest and another sob escaped my throat. He kissed the top of my head and held me tighter.
" It's okay. I promise you everything will be okay."
EPOV
At some point, she had cried herself into a deep sleep. We were still up against the front door, and she was in my lap, my arms wrapped around her small frame. Finally, I lifted her up in my arms and walked upstairs. Her breathing was steady against my neck and her arms were laying in her lap.
She had gone to a run and I could feel the back of her neck was a little sweaty. When I laid her in bed she rolled over and buried her face in the blankets. I slipped her gym shoes off and heard a painful groan from Bella. I sat on her bed, my legs folded. When I reached out, I slipped my hands around her waist, lifting her up to lay in my lap.
I tried to adjust her, but just ended up unfolding my legs and letting her rest her head in my lap. I ran my fingers through her silky, curly hair, staring out of her window blankly.
When she left the house, I knew that I couldn't not follow her. Yet, I find her, crying against her front door. Not even crying, full blown sobbing. I had desperately wanted to know what was going on, and I still do. What could be so upsetting for somebody to cry like that? I had thought maybe someone had hurt her, but she shook her head, denying it immediatly.
But I knew that I had to give her time. Pressuring her to tell me, wouldn't get my anywhere. But I was upset at her, upset at all the things she said about Tanya. She was out of line because she didn't know Tanya like I thought I did.
My thoughts went three hundred and sixty degrees with her. One minute I am completely in love, and the next I am despising. I would of never thought she would cheat on me, but she wanted sex. The same thing that every other teenage girl was after. I was hurt, and hearing someone talk trash abot it, triggers my feelings, because I realize that there are other people who thought of her badly, proving that I was basically an idiot for not seeing the truth.
Last night, I wanted to go to the concert with her, but after what happened, I didn't expect her to take me, because I had also said something that upset her.
James Laurent.
He's only a friend, she had said. But he wasn't a friend, he was a slimy creep that wanted to get into her pants, like any teenage boy. He was scum on the bottom of my designer dress shoes, something to be scraped off and thrown out.
Our parents were out today, insisting on getting the stuff on our school shopping lists. They also had to go to other places and were planning to get dinner. Of course I was not invited, nor Bella. They were always off being the best friends they were, and it left Bella and I. I think that is why we became such good friends, because even though they love us, they weren't around all the time, and we always went to eachother at that time. To talk, or share problems.
All the kids teased me, saying that we were dating, that was until I had a girlfriend, and all that stopped. No. I had Eric Yorke telling me that I probably had Bella on the side. I had more value's then that. That assumption was just wrong on many different levels.
Suddenly, Bella rolled over, her face pressed against my lower abdomen. I brushed her hair from her face and leaned back, getting myself lost in thoughts.
BPOV
Warm.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that my face was pressed against Edward's stomach. His fingers were running through my hair slowly, signalling that he was awake. My eyes were burning, and probably blood shot.
I sat up and Edward's fingers left. My hands rubbed over my face and I yawned.
" Hey, how are you feeling?"
" That won't ever happen again. I'm sorry that you had to deal with that." I said dryly.
He gripped my arm " Never apologize for that. I am always here when you need me."
When I got to the bathroom, I dabbed my eyes with a cold wet washcloth.
" Bella, sometimes, you need to let people help you. You are so independent that sometimes it drives me up a fucking wall. When people want to help; let them. And don't get so closed off when you realize that you let yourself go."
" Well, thank for telling me that, Edward. Maybe you should take your own advice."
" I am not starting this up with you, Isabella. This constant fighting, has to be put to an end sometime."
" It's not all my fault, Edward! I am not the only one who comments on things. I hate fighting with you, It makes me feel like shit. Not being able to talk to you isn't a great feeling either."
He sighed and opened his arms "Just hug me and lets call it a day."
I walked into his open arms and sighed. He kissed the side of my head and I walked out of his embrace, looking down at my clothes.
" I'm a mess. And I feel like a complete bitch for everything."
Edward sighed again.
" I had no right to say what I did. I just hate seeing you upset, and I hate that you felt that way over someone who cheated on you."
" Bella, I was bound to get hurt sometime. I was stupid to think she was the one. We just didn't know eachother like I thought we did. You know me better then she does."
I laughed " We almost have eighteen years of history, I can read you like a book."
He smiled at me " And I have yet to figure you out completely."
" One of these days, Cullen." I jumped to the side when he pinched my side.
I went to the bathroom and washed the dried sweat off my body, feeling cleaner every second of scrubbing. I was mortified that I let him hug me, let alone carry me, looking and smelling like that.
Once I was all cleaned up I got out of my shower and dried off. After I blew my hair out and styled the curls, I wrapped my robe around me, walking into my bedroom to dress. I heard clanking downstairs and rolled my eyes.
I dressed in a pair of jeans, white wifebeater and my converse. The bandage on my arm wasn't covered, but I could care less. My hair spilled down over my shoulders, it being alot longer because I hadn't cut it since the time at the mall. I wasn't that dedicated, what else can I say.
When I got downstairs, I saw Edward standing in the kitchen, looking frusterated.
" Want to go out for lunch? We can just stop at Panera, because I really want soup. My treat."
I somehow convinced him to go in my car, with myself driving. He hated my truck, though it was in great condition and basically brand new. He liked the Volvo or his motorcycle.
" Why do you drive this thing, you need a smaller car."
" I am not getting a Volvo, Edward. I'd rather not look stupid with a mom car."
He scowled at me and I slipped on my Aviator sunglasses, putting my window down to rest my arm out of the window, my elbow sticking out and the wind making my hair fly around. I heard him chuckle as I swung a right out of our subdivision.
" What?" I asked.
" Your hair."
I rolled my eyes.
We pulled up to Panera bread and I hopped out. I groaned when I saw a familar candy apple red Mercedes.
Rosalie.
Oh, and to make everything better, she was on the sidewalk, walking toward the enterance, arms linked with the ultimate bitch, Tanya Denali. They were both talking and laughing together, just having a good old time.
Beside me Edward tensed but slung his arm over my shoulders. I looked up at him, but he shrugged and started walking towards the enterance, trying to look nonchalant. He opened the door, making it before them and slammed it hard behind us, I could hear a small screech.
"Asshole." I heard Rosalie mutter, but then she growled slightly " Hmph, now he's with her. I would of just stayed with him, without mentioning Tyler. Atleast you could make sure that she never gets him."
" It was getting hard to cover it up, Rosie." I heard Tanya say.
Edward and I walked into the line, and his arm was still around me, but moved down to my waist. I was shocked at his behavior. Was he trying to play it off like we were together? I could feel familar stares burning holes in the back of my head. One of them already cracked my head, literally.
" Welcome to Panera bread, what can I get you today." A perky red head chirped.
We gave out our orders and Edward, to my dismay, paid for my meal and we went to the right to wait for his name to be called. He released my waist and grabbed my hand, walking me towards the soda fountain. I leaned close to him.
" What are you doing."
" What Tanya doesn't want me to do."
" Edward-"
" She messed with me, then I can fucking mess with her. Am I allowed no fun?"
I didn't answer, instead, I filled up my cup with Sierra Mist and grabbed a cap. I pressed it down and it clamped around the rim. I put a black straw into it and heard Edward's name. He kissed my forehead and left to retrieve our meals. I grabbed a table that was high, and had tall chairs. I settled myself and got my thoughts together.
What he was doing was total cliche, but hey, if I got a little lip action, I would be totally for it. Maybe a little bit of tongue...
Okay, that was probably pushing it, but I can still hope, and dream, and wish, an-.
Edward set the tray down and took a seat on the other side of the table. I grabbed my chicken noodle soup that was on the plate in a bowl, along with the chunk of bread they gave me. Edward took his Forest Mushroom soup and I bounced off the stool, needing salt and pepper.
Rosalie and Tanya were in a four seated table only three tables away from us, by the soda fountain. I watched as Tanya's stiletto adorned foot slid out infront of my path. I almost laughed. When I stepped over it, I could hear a snicker. I grabbed the salt and pepper and felt someone beside me.
" So, did I mess you up enough?" Rosalie whispered.
I whirled around " There is nothing to be proud about what you did. I can press charges anytime I want to, so watch your back. And keep your friend away from Edward and I. We don't need you, or Tanya, anywhere in our lives."
She glared at me and I pushed past her, walking back to the table. Edward watched me as I sat down and picked up my spoon.
" What happened?"
" Nothing, I just told her to keep her and her friend away from us, and that we don't need them. I also reminded her that I could press charges on her."
He rolled his eyes, looking down at his soup and taking a heaping spoonful. I peppered my soup and stirred it before taking a spoonful. The warmth spilled down my throat and I chewed on the carrots and chicken chunks. I dipped my bread into the broth, and it absorbed it. I bit into the dripping bread and smiled.
When I looked up, Edward held his spoon out to me, taunting me to taste his soup. My mouth closed around the spoon and I pulled back. I groaned low.
" That, my friend, is good."
He chuckled and bit into his bread.
We both finished off our soup and put it where the dish set-up was. I filled up my drink, as did Edward. When I was about to head off to the car, he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him, before I could say anything, he bent down and kissed the corner of my mouth.
Two gasps sounded and I wanted to slap Edward.
Clearly, he wanted me to die. My heart was racing and I was a tad scared.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, and pulled back a little before kissing the tip of my nose. Edward grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the door. When we were safely in my car, I slapped his arm with force.
" Ow!"
" They are going to fucking kill me when they see me at school. Better get, Rose will finish me off, with your ex at her side!"
He blushed.
" You basically kissed me right infront of them." I stated, feeling giddy, but sad because it was all an act.
" Lets just go, huh? The day is still new, and I want you to play for me."
" No."
" Bu-"
" I feel like painting, so how about you go chill with Jasper or something."
Edward begrudgingly called Jasper and went over to play Halo 2 and just chill. I went upstairs into the familar white room, seeing the blank canvas on it's stand. Today I felt more bold, I wanted to do more then just a peice of canvas, I wanted to open my mind.
I got out the paint and turned towards the front wall, no windows and it was a little small. Once my paint brush hit the plain white wall, the rest just came in beautiful colors of blue, silver, grey and white, even a little brown.
My wrist flicked in the different spot as if it had a mind of it's own. I couldn't actually believe all the work I had done on the wall, it was coming to life.
I didn't know if Esme would get upset seeing the wall painted over with art paint, and not regular wall paint. Carlisle could paint it over if he wished. I'd never painted a wall with my art talents, so this was new. The room got darker and darker, and I eventually flipped the switch on the crystal chandelier, light filling the room. My white shirt was now unwearable, as were my jeans.
Suddenly the door opened, revealing Esme. She looked shocked for a moment, and I paused. Carlisle appeared by her side, the same shocked expression on his face.
"I'm sorry!" I said " You can paint over it, I jus-"
" Paint over it?! Isabella, this is amazing, sweetheart."
I looked up at the beautiful picture of the forest. It was glistening from being wet, but looked nice nonetheless. They had a look of pure astoundment, it really wasn't that spectacular. I set my paintbrush in the cup of dirty water and wiped my hand over my forehead. When Carlisle laughed, I knew what I had done.
" How about you clean up in Edward's washroom. You've got.." he motioned to his own forehead.
I opened my arms wide and walked towards them " Hug, anyone."
Esme backed away, holding onto Carlisle's arm " No thanks, sweetie. We'll see you later."
I chuckled and started cleaning up my mess around the room. I folded the tarp and washed the brushes in the small sink that was installed on the wall. I put my brushes back and closed up the caps on the paint. Before I turned the light off, I looked back at my painting and smiled before shutting the door.
Esme was walking in the hallway and stopped me.
" I forgot to tell you. Edward called about forty minutes ago, and said he would be home in an hour. Are you staying over, dear?"
I nodded " Probably. I'll just steal a shirt from him." I laughed.
She kissed my cheek and bid me goodnight and I headed into Edward's room. I shut the door and headed to the bathroom, grabbing his facial scrub.
Yes, Edward Cullen uses facial scrub because he has breakouts, just like any other teenage boy, or girl. I wiped my face as good as I could to get the paint off, but then used the scrub to get it completely gone. I splashed my face with cool water and lifted my face, grabbing a washcloth to dry my face. I dried it quickly and threw the towel in the hamper, heading for his drawers.
I stripped my shirt off and turned it inside out, rolling it into a ball.
Then there was the door opening.
Fuck, the fucking lock that wasn't turned.
" WHY DO YOU NEVER LOCK THE DOOR!" he shouted.
Luckily, I was wearing a bra.
" You should of knocked!"
" It's my bedroom for fucks sake!"
Once I grabbed a shirt from his drawers, I slipped it on, closing the drawer and turning around to look at him.
" Sorry."
" Why were you stealing my shirt anyway?" he grumbled, stripping off his own shirt to put on a wife-beater.
Oh, that perfectly sculpted chest. So smooth, defined, hard but soft an-
" Bella."
I shook my head " Sorry... Um, I was painting and my shirt was covered in it, so I figured that I could take one of yours."
He sighed " You have like...five of my shirts at your house. Start stealing my dad's."
" NO! Ew, no."
" Why?"
" Because Esme probably wears them after..."
His face screwed up and he scoffed " Isabella, that is discusting, and not something we should speak of."
" Says the guy who isn't a virgin." I sang.
Edward scowled at me and I sat on his lounger, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over my body. I threw my pony tail somewhere in the room and took the remote, flipping on a movie, which just so happened to be Spiderman. I stole a pillow from his bed and rested my head on it.
Edward had gotten into his sleep clothes and crawled into his bed, his lamp on, big light off, a book in his hand and his glasses on his face. He stared at me, watching me shift around with the pillow.
" Oh, just get comfortable."
" If I wanted to get comfortable then I would sprawl in the middle of your bed."
He patted the spot beside him " You know that you can sleep up here with me. I crash in your bed all the time."
Hesitantly I scampered over to his bed, taking the black and white blanket with me. I put the pillow on his side and he turned the television off, I glared at him, but got into the bed anyways. I curled up, my back facing him and shut my eyes.
Eventually he turned off the lamp and shut his book, sinking down in the bed to lay down. Once the bed was still I tried to focus on sleep, and not that fact that he was beside me. It wasn't a big deal, we slept in eachothers bed since we were newborns. Why was this single time so different?
I internally groaned.
" What's wrong?"
or not...
" Nothing, I'm fine." I whispered, burrowing myself deeper in the blankets.
Smashed.
Overly heated.
Ugh...
Edward was seriously, never going to find a girlfriend who would put up with this. Now I on the other hand, didn't mind that much, but this was like being laid down and a punching bag being shoved onto my body. He is so freaking heavy!
He always found a way to wrap himself around and ontop someone. I wormed my top half out of his tight grasp and relaxed myself into get another deep sleep.
I woke up again around ten, and he wasn't completely wrapped around me. His arms were around my body and his face was nestled into my neck. I closed my eyes, trying to absorb the moment.
Then he shifted, squeezing me tighter. I heard a strangled noise coming from his mouth, and it sounded like he was in pain. When he was tightening his hold further on me and he was mumbling 'no', I started to shake him gently, wiping the sweat that had layered over his face. Now he was hurting me.
" Edward, wake up."
He shot up, legs kicking. I moved to the side, looking up at him.
" I'm sorry. But you looked like you were having a nightmare." I whispered, brushing my hair from my face.
" I was... Thanks."
He tossed the covers off him and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. I rubbed my eyes and stood, my jeans all wrinkled as well as the shirt. I grabbed my ponytail from the floor and threw my hair up in a messy bun.
I truly, did not want to stay up, so I collapsed back into Edward's bed, tucking the blankets under my chin and closing my eyes.
" Hey! No more sleeping, get out."
"I'm not going to sleep! I just don't want to get up yet."
He sat down, the bed shifting with his weight " I don't either."
Edward leaned his back on the headboard " Bella?" he asked.
" Yeah?"
" Don't take this the wrong way...But can I...Can you lay next to me?" he said, almost hesitant
I was about to say that I was laying next to him, but I knew what he was really talking about. When I turned over, he was looking at me, a weird look in his eye. When I scooted close, I laid awkwardly on my back next to him. He obviously wasn't having that. His arm wormed under my body and pushed so the left side of my body was laying on him. I hesitantly rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
Authors Note- Random? Well, we got a little of a drama bit next chapter, then first day of school, and I best shut up before I give away the whole entire chapter.
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