Authors Note- Guys, I don't forget what day it is. Don't worry! I remember! Sometimes I am late in updating, but that doesn't mean I forget, okay?
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BPOV
New Years Eve.
A day where people celebrate the new year, ringing it in with a loved one to kiss when the clock strikes midnight. Today my grandparents had just ordered orderves for us to eat instead of making a big meal. There were meat and cheese trays, fruit trays and vegetable trays. I was curerrently eating all of the celery.
" Isabella, save some for the other's." my father said with a laugh as I crunched on it.
" Um...I'll stop eating that, when Edward stops sneaking spoonfulls of the whip cream thats for the fruit." I commented as I looked over at Edward, spoon almost in his mouth. He smiled at us and set the spoon down, eating a grape.
Today I had decided on wearing a red sweater dress and my pointed toe black heels that I'd gotten from Alice on my seventeenth birthday, along with a pair of black skinny jeans that ended an inch below my knee. I had let my hair down to fall in silky curls down my back. My make-up was a little darker then normal from the smokey colors.
I finished up my celery stick and grabbed my camera from the coffee table. Edward was still entranced in the whipped cream, eating huge dollops of it on the fruit.
" Hey, Edward?" I asked.
He looked up and I snapped the shot quickly. His eyes formed into a glare straight at me, I smiled at him and reached for a peice of watermelon.
" What the fuck did I tell you about that." he growled lowly, stealing the pink fruit from my hands.
I stood up from my spot on the couch and walked past him, patting his shoulder.
" I told you that I would get a picture." I boasted,
Edward reached over and pinched my side, I yelped and turned around, almost hitting Carlisle who was holding a glass of wine.
" Darling, I think you may be the one who is drinking all the wine." he teased.
I huffed " No. It's your pest of a son. He is known for drinking."
When I got to the kitchen; I poured sparkling red grape juice in a wine glass and went into the room by the bathroom. Inside was a huge fireplace and my grandfathers huge grand piano. I set my glass ontop of it and let my hands glide over the keys.
I played familar Christmas Songs; Oh Christmas Tree, Jingle Bell Rock, Rocking Around The Christmas Tree and Jingle Bells.
One by one I could hear people entering the the room, and I knew my face was cherry red from embarassment. They all loved to hear me play and I didn't know why. Grandpa Edward was the one who teached me how to play, and we used to play together when I was younger.
I let my fingers run over the keys for Winter Wonderland, I was a little rusty on that song, but it was decent. Suddenly I felt two small arms around my neck, I knew that it was Esme.
" How about you play my song for me." she suggested.
" Not infront of everyone." I said quietly.
" Don't be embarassed, Isabella. You play beautifully."
All of the notes for Esme's songs were the highest keys, the ones that were happy. I had composed it when I was twelve, my mind able to remember every key to hit, it had been the first song that I made on my own.
Everybody listened quietly as I played the song for her. I pressed my foot on the pedals every few times, the keys getting slightly louder as I applied more pressure to them. Once I finished I grabbed my grape juice, taking a huge gulp.
" I think that's enough."
Grandpa Edward sat me down, taking a seat next to me and played the first keys to Charlie Brown Christmas. I threw my head back and laughed as I followed the keys after him. Everybody hummed the beat behind us. When we stopped everybody shuffled out, except for Edward.
" Play me a song."
" I just did."
" Play me a different song." he asked, resting his hands on my shoulders.
I sighed and let my hand slide to the right, playing Beethovens Moonlight Sonata elegantly. He stayed through the whole song until I finally put the lid down and picked up my glass. I stepped out of the room infront of Edward.
" Why did you pick such a sad song?"
" It's not sad. It's meaningful. Maybe the notes don't speak to you like they do I." I clarified.
He patted my arm and I pulled away.
" Excuse me." I said, turning a right to head upstairs.
I darted upstairs in the heels, walking into the guest bedroom I was staying in. I used the washroom quickly and washed my hands, resisting the urge to just strip down to my underwear and go to sleep. Last night I hadn't gotten much sleep because I had an awful nightmare. The thrashing was so bad that I fell off of the bed.
Quietly I walked to the bed, slipping my shoes off and slid under the covers. Only ten minutes later was I fast asleep under the sheets.
" Isabella!" A voice exclaimed beside me.
" Shh, let her be. She had a rough night last night." I heard Edward whisper as he sat close to me.
" It's eight o'clock. You should wake her soon." the door closed and I felt Edward run his hand over my hair.
My body stayed perfectly still and I made sure my breathing was even. Slowly I felt him coming closer before his lips pressed against my temple.
" Go back to sleep, Bella. Your a horrible actress."
Without a word, I tossed over and buried my face in his pillow.
Eventually I got out of bed at eight thirty and went downstairs to wait it out for the New Year. I drowned my New Year's alone-ness in sparkling grape juice. I wasn't tecnically alone, but I had nobody to kiss, which was a little saddening.
At eleven there they had a pre-show with bands playing. Our grandparents weren't exactly into the music that was playing, and I was a little unsure about the british bands but it was pretty decent, Muse playing on their was pretty stellar. I was a little spacey as they all talked around me, my thoughts centered around Edward.
I desperately wanted my New Years kiss to be with him. My heart was clenching for it.
EPOV
After Bella had dissapeared upstairs I went into the living room with all the adults, sitting and listening to them quietly. She'd been gone for awhile so I went to check on her, that's when Granny Liz decided to have her woken up, but I made sure that she went back to sleep.
She tried to play it off like she was still sleeping before I left, but I could tell that she wasn't because Bella is the worst actress ever. That was definately out for her as a career. I kissed her temple and went back downstairs, waiting for her to come down.
At around eight thirty she came back, looking more refreshed and like she didn't even take a nap. She was a little spacey during the time up until the television was on. Even then she seemed a little out of it, taking small sips of the sparkling grape juice.
In only ten minutes, people would be kissing their mates to ring in the New Year.
Did Bella feel as alone as I did?
BPOV
Five minutes until we rang in the New Year.
I filled my glass up and stood, walking over to the door frame to the kitchen. I leaned against it and drank my drink, taking deep breaths between. Edward put his hands on his knees and hoisted himself up to walk next to me. He leaned on the other side of the door frame.
" Are you okay?" he asked.
" Yeah, I guess so." I answered quietly.
The air was filled with silence between us as I watched the television. There was a minute left and you could see people gathered in the park a few miles away from here. The ball was very slowly moving as twenty seconds came. I could see my mother moving closer to my father, and Esme moving closer to Carlisle.
The television then got louder.
" Ten!"
" Nine!"
" Eight!"
" Seven!"
" Six!"
" Five!"
" Four!"
" Three!"
" Two!"
" One!"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
My head turned away and I looked at Edward, he had a look of sadness in his face. My face probably matched his quiet well. We lifted our glasses insync and clinked them together, looking eachother straight in the eye.
" Happy New Year, Edward." I said, taking a sip of the juice.
" Happy New Year."
After a long drink I set my glass down. Everyone was staring at us, like they expected something. I looked back at them, confused. My father looked annoyed, but Esme looked excited, a huge happy smile on her face.
The television screamed from the people, and I could see it passing all of the couples in tight embraces and deep kisses.
" For gods sake, Edward, give the girl a kiss."
My head snapped in the direction of Edward. He looked slightly panicked. Very quickly, he leaned forward, pecked my lips, which felt like a little breeze of air and pulled back, avoiding the gazes of everyone around the room. I touched my lips for a moment, still being able to feel the sparks.
" A real kiss." Esme clarified for him.
I looked over at him, showing him with my eyes that he didn't have to. Without warning Edward walked forward, standing closer to me then he normally did. His right arm wrapped around my waist and his left hand pushed against the back of my neck. My breathing hitched and my eyes widened. My face tilted up and slowly and our eyes connected, he bent his face down and pressed his lips against mine.
The feeling that went through my body was unexplainable. This was nothing compared to our thirteen year old first kiss, nothing. I felt the sparks crackling between us and I fought the urge to grab his shirt and pull him closer.
It seemed like forever until he moved his lips against mine. I let my hand raise to rest on his shoulder as I felt him lean into me. I moved my lips back against his, feeling the softness of his lips against mine. His face tilted to the side and I felt his lips parting slowly, when my lips did the same. I could almost taste the grape and mint flavor.
His arm tightened around my waist, his tongue dragging slowly across my bottom lip. I mentally screamed as his tongue touched mine gently. Slowly the hand on the back of my neck moved up to tangle in my hair. Edward pressed as close as he could to me, and tangled my tongue with his, encouraging me to kiss him back.
Finally I let myself lean into him and I kissed him back, trying to push through the heavy feel of hesitance. We kissed, our tongues tangling together, for what seemed like a long time. When he let out a low moan in my mouth I was brought back to reality.
We were in my grandparents house, making out right infront of them.
What if he was doing this because he just wanted some of the physical contact he lost with his girlfriend?
I pulled awat from him abruptly and turned to look at everyone. They had unreadable expressions on their faces, and Esme looked ecstatic. My father had a look of utter shock on his face and I looked back at Edward.
" I'm sorry. I have to...I have to go."
I fled out of the living room and ran as fast up the stairs in the heels I wore without falling. When I got to the bedroom I went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and leaning against it. Everything seemed like way to much, the kiss, the stares.
" Oh, god." I whispered, putting a hand on my chest.
What if this just ruined us?
There were loud footsteps in the bedroom, running towards my door.
" Isabella." I heard Esme say. " Bella."
It was one of the first times Esme actually used my nickname.
I backed away from the door and collapsed on the floor, leaning against the cabinets with my face in my hands. The door opened and I felt Esme sitting next to me, wrapping her arms around me and holding me tightly.
She rubbed my back and I rested my head on her shoulder, my body shaking. I felt my mom beside me, holding my hand tightly.
I couldn't cry because I'd cried so much over him, I just felt so lost by all of it. Confused.
" Bella," I heard him say.
" Edward, I think it would be best if you left. She's upset right now, and I don't think you can make it better."
I stayed in the comforting arms of my mother, and someone who is basically like my second mother. They held me until I told them I would be okay. I locked the bathroom door and ran a bath, fitting the jacuzzi tub with alot of hot water.
Once I stripped my clothes off, I put my hair up, piling it ontop of my head, and then stepped into the steaming tub. A few tears finally fell, and I let them drip down my face, wiping them every once in awhile.
I knew that I needed to talk to him, because I couldn't just let something like this go. My head was still running through when he kissed me, the sparks that flew around us and the warm and fuzzy feeling inside of my body. Along with the electric shocks. My lips were stil tingling.
The water had gotten cold to soon and I stepped out of my bath, wrapping a towel around my body. I put on a pair of red, black and white plaid pajama pants, and a black long sleeve top. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and let my hair down.
I was nervous to walk of out the bathroom, knowing he was there. I opened the door and saw him in bed, lamp on, glasses on, and a book in hand. Withouth a word I walked past him and out of the bedroom. I poured a glass of coke and brought it upstairs with me.
When I got in bed, I laid as far away from him as I could, sitting up awkwardly and holding my coke.
" If I knew that kissing you would make you run away crying then I would of never touched you." he said.
" Looks like that's the effect you have on girls." I said bitterly.
He shut his book " You kissed me back, don't even deny it."
" Your point?"
" Your only a friend, Bella. I overstepped boundries, and I am sorry. But don't get pissed about it because you kissed me back."
" Either that or you shoved your tongue down my throat, and thought I was kissing you, but trying to get you off me."
Edward took his glasses of and slammed his book down on the end table.
" Why are you so stubborn. You. Kissed. Me. Back. Deny it or not, but we both know you did."
I laid on my side, tugging the covers of my body and purposely leaving none for him. He roughly tugged, moving me along with him because I had a strong grip. I rolled forward, trying to push against him.
" Let it the fuck go!"
We fought for the blanket, and I was struggling with all my might. Soon, it wasn't even the blanket included, he was in my personal space and bothering me. I slapped his arm and he kneeled on both sides of my hips, grabbing my wrists and bracing them to my sides.
" Stop it." he said.
I turned my head to the side, feeling the tears spill out of the corner of my eyes. My hands gripped into fists and I tried to move them.
" Let me go," I pleaded, my voice cracking.
Slowly he released me and laid on his side. I curled up and rested chin on my knee's, sniffing the tears back. I felt his hand on my side, worming his arm under me. Once he suceeded, Edward turned me towards him, pulling me tightly to his side.
" Edward,"
His hand rested on the back of my head, letting me put it on his neck.
" It's okay, Bella." he hushed.
EPOV
Holding her in my arms was hard to say the least.
The emotions that flooded over me when I kissed her were unexplainable, and I couldn't control myself. I didn't want to kiss her, in fear of ruining our friendship, but I was encouraged to do so by my whole family, and what was I supposed to do.
Run away like a little girl?
And oh, no. They didn't settle for a peck, they wanted the whole she-bang. I kissed her, and it was a different experience, but she soon fled away from me. But she kissed me back, that was her choice. If it was that bad, she could of pushed me off or something.
Did I like Bella as more then a friend?
I didn't know, but I knew that the feelings I have aren't exactly friendship worthy. As I held her close, I stared down at her, hearing her breathing even and seeing her body completely relaxed into mine. Somehow, it felt right...natural.
I smoothed her hair down and nestled my head ontop of hers.
It's so wrong, so very wrong. We grew up like brother and sister, this is not how you see your sister. Something is most definately wrong with me. My feelings are unacceptable, and I can't keep feeling them. I just have to ignore it.
Soon I fell asleep next to her.
Finally we were back in our home country and state. My internal clock had been so used to the London time and I was entirely exhausted. Bella had passed out the moment she got into the plane, mumbling goodbyes at the airport through tired lips.
When we got off the plane and into O'Hare Airport, we got our luggage and had two cabs waiting outside as we called for them. When we got outside, the chill air hit my skin and made me shiver. Bella was dead on her feet and stumbling around.
" Come on, Isabella." Renee said, trying to get her in the cab.
Instead, I swooped her up in my arms.
" Dad, how about you go with Renee and Charlie. I can take care of her."
He nodded and went into the passenger seat of the taxi. Bella's parents shuffled themselves into the loaded taxi and it was zooming off only moments later. My mom folded herself into the right side of the seat, right behind the driver. I got in, carefully putting Bella's head on my shoulder and shifting her in my lap.
She let out a groan of annoyance and relaxed.
When the driver pulled up to the curb, Esme gave him his pay and we got out. I carried Bella out and fished the house key I aquired out of my pocket as they got the luggage. Charlie was carrying basically everything while Renee hugged Esme.
They live next door and we've been living with eachother for weeks, they were hugging like they wouldn't see eachother for a year. I rolled my eyes and unlocked the door, shuffling Bella around in my arms.
" Stop." she complained, tugging on my leather jacket.
I walked into the familar house, heading upstairs to Bella's bedroom. When I opened the door, I plopped her down on the bed, making her bounce once.
Her eyes popped open and she glared at me. Charlie barged through with her luggage and I set her carry-on that I was holding on her desk. I unzipped her suitcase and grabbed her pillow, throwing it at her.
" Stop!"
" Shut up and go to sleep." I joked
" If you keep chattering on then I can't."
I smiled in her direction. She definately was something.
Authors Note- I'm nervous, beyond nervous...But I can deal, please tell me what you thought about it.