Bella:
Ow.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
My head hurts. A lot.
When I wake up, I find that I'm in bed, though I don't remember how I got here. Judging by the pills and glass of water on my bedside table, someone moved me and put them there as they knew how much my head would hurt.
I reach over and take the pills, hoping they are fast working or something. That's the first thing sorted out, my headache. Now, I need to go downstairs and assess the mess left. It's now…shit, it's 10:30 a.m. now, and my parents are back at 1 p.m.
Right, ok, it's quite a mess down here, but not as bad as I was expecting. Most of the cans and bottles have been disposed of, and it looks as though someone has cleaned some of the tables a bit.
I clean the rest of the living room and garden – though there isn't too much to do – and then try to sort out the final problem.
What the hell did I blurt out when drunk?
I honestly dread to think of what I said, so I call Alice. Hopefully, she wasn't as drunk as me, and so she can help me out.
"Bella, hi!" Alice squeals, sounding not hung-over. That's a good sign, right?
"Hey…" I mumble back, not half as excited as she is.
"Oh, that bad, huh? You were insanely hammered last night! You were hilarious!" I groan, my cheeks heating up due to embarrassment even though no one can see me right now.
"Did I…what did I say? I mean, I can't remember that much?" I question, hoping Alice remembered something.
"Um, well, you spent a lot of time with Edward. He sorta looked after you, giving you water and stuff. Oh! And, at one part, you shouted out that Edward was hotter than Emmett! Man, that was hilarious! You shoulda see Queenie's face!" Alice cackles, seemingly in hysterics over my behaviour. Meanwhile, my face is now probably the colour of beetroot.
"I didn't! Oh my god, I need to apologise to Edward! Shit, what else did I do?" I hope I didn't do anything else but, knowing me, there's a whole ton more.
"You gave Edward a nickname of Ednerd, told him you loved him, and placed a big kiss on his cheek." Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I can't actually believe myself right now.
Why do I let myself drink alcohol? Seriously? It only causes more problems! I mean, yeah, I like Edward, but I barely know him. And, yes, I find him fairly attractive. Ok, very attractive. If I'm being completely honest, I think he's pretty hot.
Do I have a crush on Edward?
Even if I do, it doesn't matter. He was shy beforehand, and now I've probably scared him telling him I love him after only knowing him for a week. I'm an idiot, a complete and utter idiot.
Oh, and giving him the nickname Ednerd. What was I thinking? He probably thinks I was making fun of him.
"Bella? Are you still there?" Alice inquires.
"Oh, yeah, I'm just realising what an idiot I was and how your brother probably hates me." I whine over dramatically.
"I think Emmett was a bit offended at the hotness remark, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't really care, and he was-"
"Not that brother, Alice! Edward!" I interrupt, because I'm not worried about Emmett. He was probably in hysterics over my behaviour.
"Edward? No, he seems fine. He even stayed after everyone left to tidy up. Though, he had to leave as dad was angry at him staying out so late. I think he thought you and Edward were…you know-ing." Alice informs me.
"He did? That's so sweet!" I exclaim. I can't believe he did that for me.
"Oh my god you so have a crush on my brother!" Alice squeals loudly.
"Ow! Be quite 'round the girl with the major hangover! And no I don't!" I say, though I totally think I do.
"Whatever, you so do." Alice says, again in a squeal. Albeit, a quieter squeal than before.
"So, how are things between you and Cowboy?" I giggle, since one thing I do remember from last night is that they were pretty much inseparable.
"He kissed me after he took me home last night!" She shouts into the phone.
"That's so awesome! I'm happy for you guys! Wait…does this mean you're together now?" I ask happily.
"Um…we never really discussed that." Alice mutters.
"Oh, have I just made an awkward comment?" Just then, I hear the door open and my parent's shouting out that they're home, "Sorry, have to go. Bye, love you!" I hang up then, and walk over to greet my parents properly.
"Hey mum, hey dad." I smile, giving them both a quick hug.
"Hey sweetie, how was the party?" My mum asks.
"It was good, I had fun." I show them both some of the presents I was given, while they tell me about going shopping in Port Angeles.
After that, I go up to my room to lie down for a bit in hopes of easing my headache. And to think about Edward; sort out my feelings for him.
I haven't spoken to him too much during his first week in Forks, though I have a bit. Maybe the most out of anyone, seeing as he doesn't really speak to anyone that much. Not that I blame him, due to the circumstances of his arrival. He does seem to be beginning to open up, however, especially with Jasper's help and persuasion to join the school basketball team.
*******LLB*******
Next morning, before school, I go over in my head my apology to Edward. I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me too much right now, but hopefully I can try to make amends.
Also, I baked some cookies yesterday. They should help.
When there's a knock at the door, I grab the box of cookies and my bag and quickly go answer it.
"Hey Bella! Or do I still need to whisper?" Alice teases.
"I'm fine, thank you very much." I tell her, adding in an eye roll.
"Oooh! Did you make cookies!?" Alice squeals, peering into the box as we walk over to her car.
"Yes, for Edward. To apologise." I tell her, getting into the back of the car next to Edward.
"Hello Miss Bella, how's ya head doin'?" Cowboy drawls.
"Um, I'm ok. I was pretty bad yesterday, though." I reply, before turning to Edward. "Hi." I mutter, since I plan on apologising once we get to school.
"H-hey. How a-are y-you?" He asks, fidgeting nervously with his hands.
"I'm good, thanks, how are you?" I reply politely.
"G-good." He mumbles in response.
When we reach school, Alice and Cowboy walk off hand in hand – if only it were into the sunset – so I take the opportunity to apologise to Edward.
"Look, I'm really sorry about what I did and said on Saturday night…I probably didn't make the night very fun with you looking after me. Not that I'm not thankful for what you did for me, and Alice told you how you tidied some of the things up. So, thank you and I'm sorry." I hold out the box of cookies, as well.
"D-don't be so-sorry. I d-didn't mind. A-are t-t-these…are these for me?" Edward asks, gesturing to the box of cookies.
"Yes, to show my sorrow." I tell him, once again offering him the cookies. He reaches in and takes one, seemingly tentatively taking a bite.
"T-these are re-really good. M-my mother wasn't a v-very good…a very good c-cook." Edward says in explanation for his hesitation.
"That's ok, I tend to bake a lot, so if I ever bring random treats to school, it's most likely that I got bored and so cooked." I joke to Edward, "Again, though, thanks for looking after me." I say more seriously.
"It's o-ok…it, uh, it w-was just like w-when I, um, looked a-after my mother." Edward blurts out, then covers his mouth to try and take it back.
"I'm so sorry. I just…I bet you think I'm an idiot! I promise, though, that's probably the most drunk I've ever been. I've only had a couple of sips before." I feel even worse, now, that I had to remind him of things like that, which he probably doesn't remember.
"N-no, it's f-f…it's fine!" Edward huffs before quickly walking off.
I've completely messed things up now, I know it. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this enough, but I'm a complete idiot.
I walk off to try to catch up to Edward to…well, apologise again for my idiocy, but I can't find him. Then, the bell goes, so I have to go to my lesson instead of finding him. It's lunch time before I see Edward again, so I purposely sit next to him in order to apologise.
"About before, I-" I begin, but he cuts me off.
"D-don't apologise ag-again. It i-isn't you-your f-fault…that my mother w-was an alcoholic." Edward tells me.
"I know, but I'm still sorry about making you remember those kind of memories." I tell him honestly, since I really do feel horrible about it.
"I-it's fine, ok." Edward states, so I go back to eating my food.
Though, it's very clear things most definitely aren't fine.
A/N: What did you think of the aftermath of Bella's drunken ramblings? :P
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