A/N: Oh my FRIGGIN God, I love you guys! I just want to hug and kiss you all all over! I'm glad you're liking it! I wanted to post this earlier but stupid stupid mid terms have me scrambling. Let me tell you, next week, I'll be posting like... 2 chapters a day.
Maybe over exaggerating. But at least a chapter a day! Thank you so much for your comments.
Oh, and Mesia? Don't worry. Jacob will definitely make her work for it. But how long can he REALLY go on denying the Bella that wants him? Haha.
Chapter 5 – Dreams Come True
Bella's POV
"Dad, breakfast is ready," I called out from the kitchen, turning back away from the living room. I walked quickly over to the table to straighten out the plates, hearing his chair creak in the other room. I yanked out a glass from the cabinet and got in front of the fridge by the time he was entering the kitchen.
"What's your drink, Dad?" I asked over my shoulder, already reaching for some orange juice. Once he confirmed my thought, I started pouring the glass and then walked it over to him.
"Thanks, Bells. This looks really nice," he said. I smiled as I sat across from him. I crossed my hands beneath my chin and watched as he took his first bite. He glanced up and saw that I wasn't eating yet. He finished swallowing his bite and then lowered his fork to the plate, using a napkin to wipe at his face.
"What's going on, Bella?" he asked and I shrugged a little, taking up my fork and eating a bite of my own food. He gave me those eyes. Those eyes that all parents have, that say "I know you want something, and we won't change the subject until I figure it out."
"Well, I was wondering… If you'd be opposed to me going to see Jake for a few hours," I asked, putting my fork down as well now. I didn't look up at him. I didn't know if I wanted to see his answer on his face or not. I swallowed.
"Are you forgetting about your cheap trick on the motorcycles?" Charlie asked and I looked up, in the process of shaking my head.
"No, but dad, I was just thinking that it would be good for me to be out, without being with, you know, Edward. And I thought you might be ok with me seeing my best friend. We have a lot to talk about, with Edward and all," I said, trying to appeal to his hatred of Edward. He pursed his lips a little, his mustache going up in the corner. I bit on my tongue as he thought it through. Then he reached for his orange juice.
"Well, as long as it's Jake. But you trust me, I'll be calling and checking in with Billy to make sure you get over there," he said after taking his drink. A big smile broke out over my face and I gathered up my fork again. I took a big bite of eggs.
No doubt Charlie was mostly ok with me going to see Jacob because he thought he wasn't a bad influence on me. Probably, he thought that I had forced the motorcycles on Jake. I laughed at the thought. ME force Jacob to do anything.
I made sure I was done eating before Charlie and then got up to take his plate before he could. I took the plates to the sink and he stuck around for a moment, as if he wanted to say something. I couldn't figure out what it was. When I turned around, he shrugged a little and then made his way into the living room once more. I let out a breath. It seemed like I was home free.
I dropped the dishes into the dishwasher, poured soap in and started it. I took the stairs two at a time and skidded into the bathroom, pulling my shirt off and shutting the door. It was only 8, but I felt in such a rush. The sooner I got to see Jake, the sooner all of these feelings would go away. I stopped at the mirror and looked at myself.
What if they don't go away?... I thought to myself. I leaned against the counter, my hands bracing me against my own thoughts. What if, after everything Edward and I had gone through, we had lost what we had because he left? Or because Jake and I kissed? I brought my fingertips to my lips and thought of him again. His body, running at 108. His hands, so heated and warm as they came up over my stomach.
"No," I whispered, shutting my eyes and pulling my hand away. I was only going over to the Black house because I wanted to put all this behind us. I would go there, we would talk, and everything would go back to how it was. Edward and I would be happy, and Jake would be my best friend. That's how this all HAD to work out.
I undressed and got in the shower, rinsing my body. After washing my hair with some green bottled shampoo and conditioner, I lathered up a loofa and scrubbed at my skin with some berry mixture. The whole bathroom smelled hot and fruity as I got out and dried off. I towel dried my hair and then smiled as a hole started clearing in the mirror so I could see. I wrapped the towel around me and tucked it in before getting down to my knees in front of my sink. I opened the cabinet and found my blow dryer and straightener.
Alice had left it here last time she'd played dress up with me, convinced I would need it one day. I'm sure she had had Edward in mind, but this would just have to do. I yanked out the lot of it and closed the cabinet. I'd never dried my hair before. Nor had I straightened it.
"Well, it's time to pull out that old school girl charm back from when we walked on La Push, my traitorous Jacob."
(Some time later)
I stood in front of my mirror in my bedroom, feeling more than ridiculous. But this is the kind of stuff the guys found attractive, apparently. I let out a breath and glanced at myself, smoothing out my outfit. I gathered myself from head to toe, standing up straight. My hair was straightened pretty well, for my first time. Even though the room still smelled like burnt horse. I wished Alice had been here to take care of all this.
I had pulled the front strands of my hair back and tied them into a miniscule rubber band placed on the back of my head. I didn't know if I could get used to my hair not being loose and wavy. But it did have a nice shiny gloss to it.
I had applied a very light layer of eye liner and mascara, stabbing myself in the eye at least twice. The easier part had been in putting eye shadow on. A sweet, dark green now swept over my lashes, causing my eyes to look even deeper a brown. More of an auburn. I surpassed my lips, knowing that I wasn't even going to cross into Jessica's wet, slippery gloss area. The layer of liquid covering that girls lips had made me wonder how Mike had ever kissed her.
I wore a pair of black leggings that ended right at my mid calf. The same color as the eye shadow I picked out, the slender dress I donned seemed to shimmer, even in the lack of sunlight coming in from the window. I knew the dress wasn't something I'd really ever want to wear. It was too girly, and elegant. But I had decided I needed the element of surprise if I was going to get Jake to talk to me. If he was too shocked, seeing me in this kind of outfit, maybe he wouldn't have the mind to push me away.
As for shoes, I chose a simple pair of black skimmers I had for all the dress occasions Alice had made me go to. I twisted to the side and smoothed out the dress over my stomach again. It was a spaghetti strap, and I wasn't sure I wanted to stand beside Jacob and flash off how white I was. But I figured showing shoulder was a major "shut Jacob up" factor. As for the chest, it was quite modest. It dipped down, but not nearly low enough to show any lack of cleavage I had. The dress was form fitting until it reached my hips, and even then it didn't get much looser. It was cotton, and flowed down to right above my knees. I let out a deep breath and twirled, feeling embarrassed, but glad that I didn't fall over.
So maybe this would be enough to catch Jacob's interest to talk to me. Maybe.
"You look astounding," Edward's voice sounded behind me. I flipped around and my blood turned thick like fudge.
"Edward," I breathed, turning to face him directly. He gave me quite a cocky little smile. I bit on my bottom lip as I watched him turn and shut my window. I suddenly wished I was invisible, wished I hadn't dressed up so much. Edward would know something was up. I never wanted to dress like this for him, let alone for anyone else. He turned around to face me. What was he thinking? He looked distant, like he was searching something- or someone.
"Charlie isn't aware of any prior engagement you two have together. What's the dress for?" he asked and I imagined myself standing there like Frankenstein, a blanket of steam flowing from my neck. I honestly had NO privacy with this man, who could read anyone's mind, around. I let out a breath and tried not to let it bother me so much, I wasn't doing anything wrong.
"I was going to see Jake. I figured I had more of a chance to talk to him if I caught him off guard with a surprise visit," I said, looking up at him as he walked closer to me. I held my breath as he reached forward and tugged gently on the bottom of my dress. I felt like a naked cat under his gaze. Wrong, and blank.
"And the dress?" he asked, his breath on my cheek. I shut my eyes and gave a simple shrug.
"Alice said to wear it on a special occasion and I figured going to see my best friend after I haven't seen him in two weeks fell under that specification?" I said, a sharp bite at the end of my sentence. He was getting closer to my ear and I finally took in a new breath from the one I had been holding.
"I like this outfit on you," he said softly, and I felt his cool embrace run up my arm, making me shiver, "I'm sure Jacob will like it too." I grit my teeth a little as he pulled away. He turned from me and I grabbed his hand, trying to get in front of him.
"Hey, it's not like that. I just thought I might have a better chance of talking to him if he was too shocked seeing me dressed differently. I just want my best friend back, Edward," I said, looking up at him. He brought his hand up and traced a gentle finger over my cheek.
"You do what you see fit, my Bella," he said and I relaxed a little, finally resting on the heels of my feet. I hadn't realized I had been lifting myself on the balls of my feet. "But you won't be seeing him." My mouth fell agape.
"And why not?" I asked, glancing toward the door to my room. Was he going to try and lock me in? He laughed a little as he glanced to where I had looked.
"I'm not going to keep you in here, Bella. I'm not like that," he said. Suddenly, he was around me and at my window. I followed him and caught his wrist before he went out.
"Edward, please," I said. He turned back to look at me and I swallowed, "You know I only want you, right?"
Edward's POV
I almost couldn't fight the sarcastic comment fighting its way from my lips. I looked away from her and to the floor of her room, stirring over my possible answers. I could lie to her, again. Lies seemed to be coming easier now. I could tell her I knew she wanted only me. Or I could tell her about her dream just three hours ago. Or I could just plain out tell her I never wanted her to see Jacob Black again, or my family and I would pick up and leave. All of this only took about a second to process before I looked back into her eyes.
I leaned and kissed her, bringing my hand up to cup her cheek. She moved closer to me and her body seemed to warm my hand. I kissed her how I imagined Jacob might have kissed her in whatever dream she had been having. Any thought of drinking from her had vanished, as jealousy had replaced it, making its way through every vein in my body. Great, so I only need to be deadly jealous about something so I can kiss her like a normal person.
I stroked her cheek and moved back into the room, pulling her body flush up against mine. Her lips seemed so weak as I worked mine against hers. They felt like silk leaves, ready to break apart with the slightest amount of pressure. I could feel her heartbeat dancing inside her chest, and only then did I remember the intoxicating liquid running throughout her, just under my reach. It all became too much to handle then and I moved her backwards, resting her up against the wall next to her closet. I pulled away from her only a split second so I could take in a pained breath before moving right back to her lips. My hands were under her shirt, sliding against her silk-like skin. I found my lips pressing across her jaw and moving towards her neck.
I didn't know if I could control myself. Then again, it didn't seem such a bad thing at the moment. I would get to taste her, finally quench my thirst, and she would get her dream of becoming the living dead, stuck at an immortal 18. No, it didn't seem that bad at all.
"Edward," I heard her calling me, but I didn't understand. I was at her neck, taking in a breath, savoring what it would feel like to have her blood running through me.
"Edward!" she cried and it must have shocked me into realization. I pulled away from her and she cupped her hand to her neck, quickly. "What were you thinking? Did you even hear me?" she asked and I took a second to regain my surroundings. It was like I had been in a stupor. I'd never let myself get that far before. I shook my head to help clear my thoughts some more.
"I-I'm sorry, Bella. I don't know what happened," I said, and she looked up at me. The look in her eyes was almost too painful to bear. She turned away from me and looked into the mirror. I couldn't help but glance over her shoulder to make sure I hadn't stepped over the line. The skin was red, but not broken. I sent a silent thank you to whoever was watching over Bella. I went to the window then and left, unable to actually face her turning back to me for an explanation.
A/N: Alrighty, fans input time! Should I write a chapter from Jacob's POV explaining what it's been like for him these last two weeks, or should I just jump into my next chapter, where Bella will finally make it to Jake's and have a talk with him? You choose! Tell me how this chapter was? I'm going to have the next one up by Tuesday night. I'll be writing it up Tuesday afternoon, so if you have a preference, let me know before then!