Chapter 8: On the Radio- Regina Spektor
Hi all. Thank you to everyone for continuing to indulge me by reading my ramblings.
As usual and for all chapters Stephenie Meyer owns the characters. I own the Barbie dolls of Jacob, Bella and Edward...but I let my daughter play with them...
~~OtA~~
BPOV
She jumped the minute that her iPhone beeped to let her know she had received an email. She waited until she parked her car in her garage before allowing herself to read his message. He had looked so crestfallen when she said that he wasn't right for her, she only hoped that he understood her actions.
She smiled at his email and did a little uncoordinated mini-jump in the air. She giggled to herself and was grateful that the automatic garage door had made its decent already. Just what she needed was for the neighbors to see her jumping for joy for no obvious reason in her garage. She raced up the stairs, made her way into her apartment, quickly grabbed her Macbook and woke it up out of its little nap.
From: Juliette
To: Dodgy Romeo
Subject: re: Nice mind game
Date: 24 August 2010 10:37:40 AM
Dear Romeo,
Well, I figure we can at least email and get to know each other without this irrational physical attraction between us getting in the way - don't you agree?
Ok. Twenty Questions.
Favorite cartoon?
Juliette
EPOV
It took her nearly 40 minutes to respond. Edward guessed she was driving home. He had set up his new email account on his iPhone and was heading out the door for the day as well. He had a lot to do, including wiping the stupid smile off his face so that his co-workers would still think he was pissed at Miss Swan. He found that task relatively difficult. When his iPhone alerted him to an incoming email, he had to control himself so that he didn't look at it immediately, like Pavlov's dog and the food bell. He was literally on edge when he checked the email, sending a response immediately to her. He liked instant gratification and hoped that she would get the hint.
From: Dodgy Romeo
To: Juliette
Subject: I prefer spin the bottle myself, but here goes twenty questions
Date: 24 August 2010 10:40:56 AM
Dear J,
I like the irrational physical attraction. I like the legs and the boobs the most.
I also like Toy Story 2, and am pretty partial to Phineas and Ferb. They play episodes of it early in the morning when I am getting ready to head into work. Something about not getting caught out by the sister seems to be fitting for our situation don't you think?
Ok, Your favorite cartoon and favorite brand of lingerie?
R
From: Juliette
To: Dodgy Romeo
Subject: Spin the bottle is too dangerous!
Date: 24 August 2010 10:48:40 AM
Dear R,
Interesting that you picked a boyish cartoon - I note that Toy Story is one of the only kid movies where the mother doesn't die. What is it with these big companies killing off the mother? Ice Age...Mother drowns; Bambi...Mother dies; Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs...mother dies... Having said that, I am fond of Finding Nemo. Yep, the mother dies, but Ellen DeGeneres as a forgetful fish...priceless. I haven't ever watched Phineas and Ferb, but I will Google it immediately and see what I can find. I guess my favorite everyday cartoon would be South Park. I know, so inappropriate for me, being a lawyer and all, but for the first few years that it came out, Alice said "God dammit" like Cartman and it freaked Rose out so much that she developed this raging hatred for swearing.
Favorite lingerie? Hmmm, I like Target underwear. Comfy and cute. Pink preferably, the t-shirt bra kind...
Ok next question, seeing as I can't ask you about lingerie. Favorite holiday?
J
Edward tapped out his response as quickly as he received hers.
From: Dodgy Romeo
To: Juliette
Subject: Not if it's done right!
Date: 24 August 2010 10:48:40 AM
Dear J,
I never thought about the mother figure carnage in modern cartoon movies before. Duly noted. Disney obviously started the killing off the mother trend-maybe he had mother issues. I mean it's rumored the guy had his body cryogenically frozen, so he has some issues anyway!
Speaking about lingerie...Target? Man, I love that girl next door underwear...so sexy and understated. Plus from what I understand, frilly bras are only for the boudoir - you can't wear them under clothes because they show...
R
The emails went back and forth and five hours later he had confessed to being a boxers man, he was nervous about flying, had scars on his knees and elbows from his brief "stuntman" period in his early teens, his favorite color was now brown (like her eyes) and that he paid $200 a month to have his hair cut to look like it wasn't.
He did not ask her the questions that he wanted to ask, like when could they go on a date, did she like seafood because he knew a kick-ass seafood restaurant, or did she mind the dark because he wanted to take her on the Seattle underground tour? He wanted to ask her how many children she wanted and where she might like to go on a honeymoon. He wanted to know what her favorite sexual position was (please say on top, please say on top), and wondered if her skin tasted like strawberries, because she sure as hell smelled like she would.
BPOV
Bella learned that she wanted to know him more. His emails showed a gentler side to him than she had expected. She was pleased to find out that he was a boxer man, but she did not tell him this, nor the fact that she was glad because it meant he was more fertile. She wondered how many kids he wanted, if he wanted them at all.
She laughed when he told her about his expensive, but inexpensive looking hairdo (do men have hairdo's?). They compared childhood war stories and laughed about how she wound up with a sizable scar near her woo-hoo due to some tree climbing (and no she could not climb like a monkey, which was what Alice had declared she should because of her size). He had offered to piggy back her up trees if she so desired in future, because he did not want her to damage her woo-hoo anymore than she had.
She also didn't mention that no one had ever, er "damaged" her woo-hoo before either. She wasn't sure how she would manage to mention that little gem of information.
It might require him divulging something equally as embarrassing.
They had written to each other for several hours and she felt a weariness settling in to her body. She emailed to say she was going to have a nap, which lead to some rather interesting insinuations about how she slept, that also lead to the promise of some "virtual" good night kisses.
That afternoon her dreams were filled with the notion of a new found relationship, along with a heavy dose of pornographic content that came from being so sexually frustrated that she couldn't just grab what she wanted.
But three weeks and a few days and she could bonk his brains out. If only she knew how...
~~OtA~~
Thanks to all my readers...You might be happy (I guess?) to know that I have actually finished my Masters! I will never ever ever study again. Although my friends are pushing me to do my doctorate. I am thinking about it, purely for the fact my surname actually rhymes with "Doctor" and you know how much I enjoy a good laugh...