I take my clothes into the bathroom with me and rush through my shower.
Just when I open the bathroom door, my front door starts to slowly open.
"Edward?" Rose asks when he sticks his head in the door.
"Rose?" he asks, looking just as surprised as she does.
"Edward..." I trail off. "What are you doing? I mean,...you left?"
He holds up the big paper bag he's carrying. "I just went out to get food. I thought you'd still be asleep so I didn't bother to leave a note. It took longer than I expected though."
"Are you guys like...did he spend the night?" Rose asks, looking between us. "I didn't even know you were friends."
I open my mouth but Edward beats me to it. "We're not, Rose. I just know that you were concerned for her and thought I would stop by."
I'm stunned. We're not friends? We're nothing. I'm no one.
I feel like I've been punched in the gut.
I look at Edward, but he's not looking at me.
"Okay, well," Rose motions between us. "This is weird. I think you two have something to talk about. So...let's take a rain check on brunch, okay?"
I nod dumbly. "Okay."
"If he's being a jerk still, call me. Or if you want to talk or have me come over, call. I'm free all day, okay?" She hugs me quickly and then lets go.
At the door, she stops in front of Edward and they have some weird staring match that ends in her huffing and walking out.
I don't know.
"Bella...I'm sorry."
Not sure what just happened there. It was definitely going in the opposite direction until I wrote it down.
Someone asked a few chapters back and I don't think I replied, but Edward is 30. Bella is 19.
Are we mad at Edward? Or understanding?
I liked hearing about where you thought he was.