Note: Sorry for the late update. I had a bit of writer's block. As well as, I was busy with real life. Enjoy!
Since this will be the last chp before the Holiday, Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! ;)
I was enjoying the serenity in my room, the peacefulness that now lay in Edward's and my relationship. I relished the feel of him snuggling up against my back in his sleep, leaving no room between us. The warmth that radiated off his body and on to mine, the sound of his light breathing, the way our bodies molded and fit against each other perfectly. It was as if we were made for each other.
And with a loud knock and the sound of my mom's voice on the other side. My serenity died a fast death and I popped up so fast in bed that my actions woke Edward up in a rush.
"Jasper do you have any dirty clothes? I'm doing the laundry now." My mom asked before barging in my room without my permission, holding a basket of dirty clothes under her left arm.
My mom gasped in shock and dropped the basket full of clothes and towels on the floor, completely surprised by the scene in front of her. If I wasn't so worried over Edward's reaction I would have found the scene before me down right amusing.
"Mom, I'm kind of in the middle of something here." I pleaded, seeing that Edward was completely freaked out.
He was clinging to the sheets for dear life. I'm sure he wanted to hide in them but was too stunned to do anything.
I could only imagine what he could be thinking at the moment. One minute, he was sleeping peacefully and the next; awaken by my mom finding us in my bed together with nothing but a bed sheet to cover our naked selves.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear; I didn't realize you had company." She said averting her eyes as she bent down to pick up the mess she made.
"Mom, just leave it. I'll pick that up later." I begged, not sure how much more Edward or myself could take in humiliation.
"Sure dear and don't forget to add your own dirty laundry to the basket for me." She added and gave Edward a friendly smile to easy his worries.
"It's nice to meet…" She stopped herself half way and gave him a hard look which worried even me.
My mom's grew big as if she just figured something out.
"Edward? Edward Cullen is that you? Oh my god, you look so different. I mean grown up. I haven't seen you since you were just a little thing." She ran on.
"Mom, please." I all but shouted desperate to keep Edward calm but as soon as my mom recognized him, he looked like he wanted to bolt.
My mom sensing this herself or maybe just heard the desperation in my voice gave me an apologetic look before leaving.
The room became silent again but it was a different silence, an uncomfortable, unbearable silence.
I cleared my voice and tried to fix what was undone in mere minutes.
"Mom's, you got to love them." I joked, trying to ease the tension.
After a moment, Edward's bulged eyes went back in his head and he opened his fist and smoothed out the wrinkled sheets.
For a moment there, I thought all was fixed and all was forgotten. Then reality hit, hard.
Edward turned to his side of the bed without glancing at me and began to get dressed.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a pout on my face and a little bit of panic in my voice.
Edward was dressed in seconds. He got up off my bed and ran his hands through his wild strands, pacing my room, clearly stressed.
"Edward, stop pacing and say something. You're starting to freak me out here."
He finally looked at me.
"She knows. Your mom knows. She saw me." He stressed and let out a huff.
"Why does it matter if my mom knows Edward? She seems fine with it. Do you not remember me telling you my parents both know about me being gay and are fine with it?" I voiced a little annoyed now, as I searched the ground for my boxers.
"That's not the point." He argued.
"Then what is the point Edward? You make no sense. Last night you were just fine stating the facts to Shane and kissing me in front of him." I lectured, throwing my hands in the air in frustration in now anger.
"The point is your mom knows my mom and can easily blab to my parents about me, us, all of this." He said gesturing to my unmade bed.
"…And last night with that Shane guy was different. He was like all on you and it was dark out… and … and you kissed me first." He struggle to say.
I was crushed absolutely crushed.
How could one moment, one sentence, change everything and so quickly?
I was feeling on top of the world just a few minutes ago and now I feel like someone just pushed me off a building and I'm lying on the side of the road in agonizing pain, begging someone to end my suffering.
I couldn't respond back.
How could you reply back to something so hurtful?
It was as if Edward took my breath away, and it hurt every time I tried to breathe in.
Edward looked at me with a torn look on his face; his hand was already on the door knob. All he had to do was turn it.
He hesitated at first but then the door was open and after he took a deep breath and his first step, he kept on going.
Now I know why people say to cherish every moment you have with someone… because before you know it, it's gone.
But even when you do cherish it, every single bit of it… it's never enough.