Hey guys!
Ok, I know I said Sunday, but wednesdays pretty good for me! Only 3 days after I promised an update!
Ya'll forgive me right? Right?
Erm, I'm just gonna move on now...
Hehe...
DISCLAIMER: I NEVER HAVE OWNED TWILIGHT. I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT NOW NOR WILL I EVER OWN IT. unfortunatley. Sigh.
So, Own with the show....
B.P.O.V:
Edward and I sat on the sofa, him, gazing intently and nervously at his hands – me, staring intently and nervously at the door. I could hear Charlie whistling as he crunched up our gravel path, back from a day of work. I shouldn't be nervous because I'd told Charlie Edward was coming to stay – hell, I had to ask him for permission for Edward to stay, but Charlie (being Charlie) may have forgotten. Or worse – he remembered, but thought I was having a girl coming to stay.
I heard Charlie's key click in the lock and the door creaked open, echoing round my home. Edward and I both took a deep breathe – we should not be this nervous! Well, I should be because of reasons above, but Edward...
I heard Charlie hang up his gun and bullets on the hook in the hallway – there's the reason Edward should be nervous. But we shouldn't be this nervous, it was like I was introducing Edward as my boyfriend – and he definitely was not my boyfriend. Maybe I felt guilty for how physically attracted I was to Edward. Yeah, that's why I'm so nervous.
No – stop trying to convince yourself with lies!
Great – now I'm talking to myself. Edward, welcome to the crazy house! Population? Me and the voice in my head.
"Bells?" Charlie called out, "Where are you?"
"In here dad!" I called back.
Footsteps along the hall. The door swinging open. My father.
"Hey Bella, what are you doing in..." He trailed off as he spotted Edward sitting awkwardly next to me. At that exact moment I saw a magpie land on the window sill on its own. I had horrible luck, "Who's this?" My father continued, his eyebrows pulling together into a frown as he eyed Edward.
I cleared my throat nervously.
"Dad" I smiled, "You remember I had an exchange arriving today, Edward, from England, you paid the money, you signed the permission slip, you watched me clean out the spare bedroom"
Charlie's frown stayed fixed on his face for a second and I suddenly worried that he really had forgotten all about this and couldn't remember me doing any of those things at all, but then his face flickered into an expression of recognition.
"Ah, yes, I remember!" Charlie exclaimed, holding out his hand, "Please to meet you Edward, have any nicknames? Eddie? Ed-ster? Edwardo?"
Edward grasped Charlie's hand, "No Chief Swan, just Edward thank you"
"Ah, and call me Charlie Edward!" Charlie grinned and patted Edward on the shoulder with his free hand.
"Err, well, I'm going to go and make, erm, dinner" I stepped in.
"Let me help" Edward smiled.
"No, no, you're the guest, and don't you want to sleep?"
Edward shook his head, "I'm fine, really"
I sighed and rolled my eyes in defeat, and beckoned for him to follow me as I made my way into the kitchen.
Our kitchen was small. Bright yellow cabinets from when my mom painted them, a tiled pale green floor, and a small three chaired dining room table situated off to the side. Edward came up behind me and I involuntarily shivered as his breathe tickled my ear.
"So, what are we having for tea?" His cute, adorable English accent spoke out.
"Um, do you have any requirements?" I squeaked out as I made my way over to the fridge.
"No – I'll eat anything!"
I glanced at the clock, it was eight thirty, kind of late to be eating, but then again I had an excuse, Jake's face flashed up in my mind, except this time instead of cute and smiling, it was contorted into a mask of evil; eyes glinting wickedly, smile smug and sinister. I decided against being healthy for tonight, or doing anything complicated – despite wanting to impress Edward.
"How about fries and a burger?" I asked, turning to face him.
"Um, that's chips and a burger – right?"
"Chips?" I snorted.
Edward rolled his eyes, "That's English for fries!" He smiled and gently poked my side and I squawked a bubble of laughter.
"Whatever" I mumbled, blushing at the contact that sent a warm buzz all around my body.
I pulled out the necessary ingredients and Edward and I were soon underway, laughing and joking at nothing in particular. I served the food and Edward laid the table and Charlie soon joined us, drawn in by the smell of fries and burgers and soon we were all sitting at the small table, tucking into our food.
We ate in silence for the most part of it. Until Charlie started the Spanish inquisition on Edward.
"So Edward, how are your grades at school?"
"Well, I mostly get A's and A* - which I guess is A+" Edward smiled.
"Ahhh, a smart cookie, so what collage are you aiming for?"
"Actually sir- "
"Charlie" My dad corrected.
"Well actually Charlie, I'm already in collage"
"What – but I thought you were the same age as Bella!" Charlie's face contracted into a mask of rage.
"In England we finish secondary, I mean high school at sixteen Charlie"
"That's Chief Swan to you!" Charlie mumbled.
"Dad" I whined.
"Not now Bella!" Charlie took a deep breathe, "So, what do your parents do Edward?"
"Well, my mom designs houses and my dad is a doctor Chief Swan" Edward grimaced and I felt my cheeks staining red out of embarrassment.
"Ah, good jobs, good jobs, and call me Charlie" Charlie tagged onto the end, seeming appeased.
"Yes Charlie" Edward said obediently.
Floor, swallow me up now, or better yet, swallow up my dad!
"So, got a girlfriend Edward?"
"Um, no Charlie"
"Ah, well don't go chasing after my Bella, she has a boyfriend" My dad chortled, blissfully unaware. I however, for some unknown reason, was ecstatic Edward had no girlfriend.
"Actually Dad" I murmured, reclaiming my fathers attention, "Jake and I broke up"
"But why?! You and him went so well together!"
I really didn't feel like telling Charlie the exact reason why Jake and I broke up, especially with his easy access to guns and bullets. So I mumbled a lie.
"We, err, just, um, don't, err, like each other, err, anymore" I smiled weakly, and started to collect the dishes to wash up.
"Oh" Charlie said, but thankfully let it drop; he shrugged, heaved himself up off his chair and left to watch a game that was on TV. I sighed.
"You okay?" Edward asked, drying up what I had washed.
"I'm fine" I murmured, "Sorry about earlier"
"Its fine – your ex sounds like a jerk anyway"
I smiled and we continued washing and drying in silence. After everything was put away we headed out into the small conservatory and sat on the swinging couch thing we had in there.
"So – how do you like America so far?"
"Well" Edward smiled, "So far I've seen the airport, lands of open space as we drove here, the outside of a few houses and shops and inside this house"
"You know what I mean" I playfully shoved him.
"I know" He chuckled, and I carefully locked away the beautiful sound in the vault of memories, "I like it so far"
"That's good"
"So, how about a game of twenty questions?" He asked.
I glanced at the clock, it was ten o clock, "Okay, but only for a little while"
"Okay, ladies first" He grinned.
"Hmmmm, what's your favourite colour?" I queried.
"Brown" He blurted out, his eyes portraying a small amount of shock.
"Why?"
"No – it's my turn now Bella" He smiled.
"Fine"
"What's your favourite colour?"
"Green" I blurted out too, I slapped my hand over my mouth, oops, yesterday my favourite colour had been blue – until I saw Edwards emerald green eyes in the airport today, "What's your favourite animal?" I asked quickly, before he could question my weird behaviour.
"Dogs" He said, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips, "You?"
"Cats"
He narrowed his eyes at me, "How could you?" He hissed, mockingly, his sweet breathe blowing onto my face, momentarily making my thoughts go fuzzy.
"Cats will always beat dogs" I played along.
"Have you ever seen cats and dogs the movie?" Edward asked.
"Yes and the word cats comes before the word dogs!"
"Yes, but the dogs win the war!" Edward defended.
"Ah, but cats will win the battle!"
"Oh it's on now!" Edward grinned evilly.
I squealed slightly (when did I start squealing like a girl?) and started running. I heard Edward jump up behind me and start running too; I could hear his feet padding softly on the carpet.
I pushed open the door into the kitchen and ran around to the other side of the small island in the middle of the floor. Edward skidded in two seconds later, standing opposite me, his knees slightly bent, ready to take off after me if I decided to make a break for it; my posture similar in case he decided to lunge for me, Edward grinned evilly again.
"You'll never escape me, I've been the fastest runner in my class since year one!"
"You mean first grade!" I taunted.
He narrowed his eyes, "Haha, very funny!" And he lunged, his hand catching the edge of my t-shirt, but I managed to pull away and race off towards the stairs – amazingly I didn't trip! Unfortunately, lady luck wasn't completely with me – I blame the magpie! I tripped on the bottom step and fell against the stairs, but it didn't hurt. I heard Edward skid around the corner.
"Ha! Got you now!" He called.
But I took off, using my hands for extra speed. But Edward wasn't kidding when he said he was fast, he was soon catching up as I reached the top step – giggling like mad. Somewhere, in the mature part of my mind, I realised this is the game little kids play – but the rest of me just didn't care, I was having way too much fun! I could hear Edwards' laughs from very close behind me, as he was hot on my heels.
I barrelled down the hall way, and realised, in the moment of split decisions, I had gone the wrong way! I hit the wall at the end and spun around to see Edward skid to a stop, an evil glint in his eye as he realised I was trapped.
"Gotcha!" He hissed menacingly.
"No, no, please, come on Edward, no!" I implored, holding my hands forward and my palms outwards as I backed up against the wall.
"Take back what you said about cats!"
"NEVER!" I cried.
"Then there's nothing I can do!"
He lunged forward and swept me up into his arms so I was facing out wards, spinning me around slightly, he started to tickle me mercilessly.
"Ed-ward!" I gasped through the fit of laughter I was in. I managed to struggle my way down to my bedroom door and we burst into my room (good job I tided up this morning!) and fell onto my bed, him still tickling me, a smile plastered onto his perfect face, laughing like a maniac – but then again, so was I!
Suddenly the phone I kept on my bed side table let out a shrill ring, and still out of breath and reached over and answered it, Edward at least had stopped his onslaught, and was now gazing curiously around my room.
"Hello?" I gasped down the phone, wondering who would be calling at ten forty five at night.
"Bella?" Came Alice's voice – oh right, the pixie.
"Alice?"
"Why are you all out of breath? What have you been doing?"
"Nothing!"
"I can go if you want Bella" Edward said.
I shook my head slightly and he shrugged.
"EEEEK!" Alice suddenly squealed, "Edward? What have you and him been doing? And you have a go at me for wanting to have Jasper – you have a boyfriend as well!"
"Look, Edward and I weren't doing anything and Jake and I broke up"
"Oh Bella I'm sorry, want to talk about it?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow Alice"
"Ok" She sighed, though I could hear the reluctance to move on in her voice.
"Is there any reason you called Alice – other than to make fun of me?" I teased.
"Just to tell you that Jasper is amazing! He's asleep at the moment, but Oh my Gosh – I think I'm already falling for him!"
I laughed, "Well, if I know anyone who can get the guy they want it's you Alice!"
"And Rose – don't forget Rose!"
"Never, look, I'm going to go to bed now, and Edward looks like he's about to die from exhaustion, talk to you tomorrow!"
"Ok Bella, bye!"
"Bye"
I hung up the pone and rolled my eyes, Edward smiled and stood up.
"Well, I'm gonna hit the sack, I'll see you in the morning Bella"
I stood opposite him, "Goodnight Edward" He leaned in and hugged me, and I hugged him back (of course!), he opened the door and I heard him pad off down the hall, my door shutting with a soft click.
It's only then, that I realised how mixed up my emotions were. My breathing was erratic, despite stopping our little game five minutes ago, my face was flushed from excitement, my pulse was racing through my veins at a unhealthy speed, my heart felt as though it was going to burst out of my chest and I felt like I was going to burst with happiness, the stupid grin on my face refusing to disappear, despite my aching cheek bones.
I collapsed onto my bed and buried my head in my pillows and screamed a muffled scream.
What was Edward Cullen doing to me?
Ok.
So I personally, LOVED writing this chapter, especially the Bella and Edward bonding bit,
If you really want to know, about 10 minutes before I wrote that bit, I had the same kind of experience with my brother!
Without the romantic stuff - coz ew. Yeah, he stole my mobile phone and was trying to figure out which boyish friend of mine I was texting!
So, I chased his sorry ass angrily through the house until I gave up and hung his prescious PSP out the window, and RESULT! My phone was MINE!!!!
So anyway...
Thanks to all you lovely lot who reviewed the last chapter - I love you all!
And, now you know what I'm going to say...
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