Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
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Pre-read by TeamAllTwilight. Listen to the songs if you don't know them.
Don't Go Breaking My Heart (Elton John and Kiki Dee) for the seventies entry.
I Believe My Heart (Duncan James and Keedie) for the love song entry.
Close My Eyes Forever (Lita Ford and Ozzy Osbourne) for the rock song entry.
Phantom of the Opera (Sarah Brightman and Michael Crawford) for the musical entry.
This Is Me (Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas) for the movie soundtrack entry.
I stared at the list and fought the urge to crumple it in my hand. We had crossed only the first two songs and we were in the first place so far. I couldn't care less. This wasn't how I envisioned my summer.
"We're nearly done," I grumbled to myself. Another month, though.
The door of my room opened and the lock turned. A second later, Edward plopped down next to me, swearing loudly.
"What did she do?" I asked.
"Do you have to ask? I just fucking got out of my room and she ambushed me! I am hungry! I want food and I can't even fucking go and get a bite! In my own house."
"She's your sister," I said seriously. I was beyond finding anything funny when it was about Alice's stubbornness.
"She's not, really. Thank God for that!" he moaned, putting the pillow over his head.
"Do you want to do something else? Anything? I mean, I want to get the fuck out of here and I can't find a good excuse," Edward muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"We're going to Seattle tomorrow," I pointed out. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Well, I've been planning to visit Dad, but you surely don't want to meet the police officer." I waggled my eyebrows.
"I'd meet the chief of FBI and CIA and the fucking president if it takes me away from this madness."
I rolled over and ended up on his chest. "Are you serious? You want to meet my father?"
"Well… shouldn't I? You know mine." He shrugged, putting his arms around me and leaning for a kiss. "I still can't believe this," he murmured against my lips.
"I can't believe it, either. What was in my head?" I asked, dramatically.
He squinted at me and narrowed an eye. "I'm one lucky bastard."
"Your words, honey," I said, grinning. "I think I'm hungry, too." I decided after we sat silently for a few minutes.
"Alice is camped outside my room. That means she will see if we leave the room across from mine."
"That can be arranged." I winked. I took my phone out and called Jasper. He and Rose had gone home a few days ago.
"Why do you have his number?" Edward inquired as I waited for Jasper to answer.
"He's my friend, too," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Hello?" I looked at the hour and realized it was later there. Oops?
"Hi, Jazz. I hope I didn't wake you."
"Course you did," he slurred. "Are you ditching tomorrow?"
"Nope. Can you call Alice and tell her to go to her room because you want to talk something with her? She's sort of camped in the hallway and we're hungry." I felt my blush rising as I talked.
"Are you for real? You call me at one AM to tell me to call Alice and… save your asses?" he yelled.
Edward heard him and took the phone from me. "Listen here, motherfucker. Get her out of the way or I'd eat her, seriously. I haven't eaten shit since breakfast," he snapped. "Exactly. Whatever the fuck it takes. Tell her, you want phone sex or some shit." I slapped him, and he shrugged. "Thanks, man. Bye."
We held our breaths until were heard Alice's phone from outside the door. She squealed and her retaining footsteps could be heard from down the hall.
We sneaked out ten minutes later and went to the kitchen. There was a bowl with pasta and meatballs on which was written our names. Esme knew why we hadn't been there for dinner, bless her. We grabbed two forks and dug in the contents of the bowl.
"God, I'm so fucking hungry!" Edward moaned, munching on a piece of bread he had bitten in.
"Stop talking, she may hear us," I hissed and shoved another forkful of pasta in my mouth.
I'm sure we were a vision if someone happened about then. We were seated on the counter, the bowl in my hand, both eating from it as if we hadn't seen food in our lives. When we finished, Edward even used bread to take all the meat remains from the bottom of the bowl. Hungry like a wolf had a new meaning to me.
His chuckle brought me back in the kitchen. "You have a little…" he snickered and came with a paper tissue to my mouth. "Sauce." He leaned to kiss me.
"I could eat more," I whispered after we ended the kiss.
"Tell me about it," he muttered and dumped the bowl in the sink.
"Stud," I added, bursting in laughter. Edward was half way in the fridge when I added the comment; he turned his head to me and winked.
"Ice cream. You want?"
"Do you have to ask?"
Now, the fight was more intense. The ice cream was more delicious than the pasta, of course. We each had a hand over the ice cream container, glaring at the other one if they took more than one spoonful at a time. That's how Carlisle found us when he came home.
We didn't even hear him until he cleared his throat. "Hello, kids."
We turned to him, surprised then returned to our food. "You didn't want pasta and meatballs, did you?" Edward asked between spoonfuls of ice cream.
"Nah. But I'd like some of that ice cream."
"No!" he shouted, managing to get it out of my hand and hugged it to his chest.
"Did Esme starve you? What happened?" he asked amused, raiding the fridge himself.
"Ask you intelligent daughter," Edward muttered, pushing a spoonful in my mouth. "You missed your turn." He winked.
"She's giving you a hard time? But you sure know that she wants what's best."
"Then she should fucking stop taking over our lives. In August, we're going back to the campus anyway. I can't wait for the quietness of my room."
Carlisle chuckled and took his sandwich. "Well, I'm going upstairs. Don't stay up too late."
"God forbid dark circles under the eyes," Edward groaned.
We finished the ice cream too, then I wanted to wash the dishes. Edward pressed me against the sink, shaking his head. "Leave 'em. We're finally Alice free," he whispered and came for another kiss. His lips and tongue were cold as well as his hands, but I didn't really care, we hadn't been able to just be us since we arrived here. His kisses moved to my neck, his lips whispering soft words, his hands getting reacquainted with my bare skin. We hadn't been together in a long time. Edward had really changed a lot. I don't think there had been more that a few days without him getting laid before he realized his mistakes. I knew that he was content with just this and if I told him that I didn't want more, he'd stop. We had yet to talk about his 'love' slip, but I knew he'd bring it up if he was ready. When he was ready.
His hands cupped my ass and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him just as my back hit the fridge's door. His lips molded over mine again and my hands wrapped in his hair. I was glad his mother didn't cut it. A soft moan escaped me when Edward bit my bottom lip. His eager hands raised my nightdress and he hooked his finger under my panties, touching me where I needed him the most. I was wet, of course.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned, his head falling on my shoulder as his fingers moved inside me. I whimpered as his actions increased in speed, I was seconds away from exploding if he kept it like that. His thumb joined the party and I arched in his arms, brushing against his erection. "Bella," he moaned quite loudly as I found my peak. I slumped in his arms, shivering as his thumb still rubbed small circles over my clit.
"Upstairs," I whispered in his ear, licking under it, inhaling his very scent.
Edward grunted in response and held me tighter to his chest then turned to the stairs, ascending carefully.
"Put me down," I insisted. "We don't have good memories about stairs."
"Oh come on, I won't drop you, Swan."
"Down," I hissed, glaring at him.
"You want to go down, now?" he asked innocently.
"Just for that, I'll go to bed when you reach your floor."
"I won't let you go. I'll lock us in my room and eat the key."
I snorted and muffled the sound in his neck. I could feel him closer and closer with every step, pressing where I needed him. Holy cow, it felt amazing!
We reached his floor, finally, and my nightdress disappeared as he felt for the doorknob of his room. I was trying to untie the string of his pajama pants when we finally entered the room.
There was a loud screech and Edward dropped me, startled. Alice was on his bed, probably waiting to ask about our little game from earlier. I hid behind Edward, pressing my forehead to his naked back. When had he lost his pajama top? Where was my nightdress?
"I'm… s-sorry," Alice stammered.
"Get the fuck out of my room!" Edward snarled, an arm around me, shielding me from his sister. To make it even more embarrassing, the door opened and it was my turn to screech. His parents were in the doorway, looking at us puzzled. Esme put two and two together faster than her husband. Edward's pajamas top in a hand and my nightdress in her other hand. Shit!
Edward snatched one of his shirts from a chair and threw it over me, shifting uncomfortably. We were dead. I was sure of that one. What was his mother thinking of me? There was loud silence until Emmett made an appearance.
"Well, well, getting dirty, Eddie?"
That made Edward snap; he attacked Emmett, pushing him in the wall, glaring. Carlisle caught his shoulder and dragged him out of the room.
"I trusted you, that's why I left you alone there! Never, not in my wildest dreams…" His voice faded as they descended the stairs.
"I didn't!" I heard Edward shouting.
"Alice, Emmett, go to bed. Now." Esme was upset. She was the coolest person I have ever met. What had we done?
She sat me on Edward's bed and took my hand in hers. "I thought we talked about the sleeping arrangements." I would have preferred her to scream, in spite of the calm voice she was using.
"I'm very sorry. I didn't think… it was… we went to grab a bite… I'm sorry, Mrs. Cullen," I told my lap. I could feel tears prickling at the corner of my eyes.
"Was it Edward's idea?"
"Both of us," I admitted.
"You are both old enough to know this and I'm not going to give you a talk. I just want to know that you are ready and that you will be protected." Crap, she had no idea we had done it before. Shit… I wasn't going to deny her. "Oh, of course." She nodded to herself. Double shit! She knew.
"I'm ready, I promise. I trust him."
It was probably the first time when I admitted out loud that I trusted Edward Cullen. And it was true. I had come to trust him.
She raised my chin and watched my eyes for a few seconds then hugged me tightly. I burst in tears. I didn't deserve her compassion.
"I fucking know how to use the condom!" Edward's voice rang from a floor below us.
I couldn't help a small giggle escape me, as Esme laughed loudly, shaking her head. "We better go, save him," she whispered. "So you know, Bella, I'm not upset, more like shocked. I never met a girlfriend of Edward's and you must realize how we are now, right?"
"Of course." I nodded. Little did she know that I was his first girlfriend.
"God help me, I'd really slap you if you say 'fuck' one more time." Carlisle's voice rang loudly from the other side of the door. They were in his bedroom.
"But I know all this shit, Dad! If Bella is the first girl I brought home, that doesn't mean I haven't done it before."
"Do you, really?" the older man asked skeptically. "Involving yourself like this is more than just sex."
"I fuc- I know that, now!" Edward shouted. "Are you done with your speech?"
"Not even close, but I'll let you go to bed."
The door opened and Edward nearly ran into me. I was gaping at the door as Esme was smiling knowingly next to me.
"Oh! Hey," Edward whispered softly when he saw me. I took his hand and walked him to his room. "We can't!" he said, scared. I had seen the day to hear him scared of such a silly thing.
"I was going to say good night. We have a long day tomorrow or today or whatever." I shrugged and put my arms around his neck. He met my lips halfway, sighing softly when we touched. "Good night."
"Sleep well," he whispered, squeezing me to him then letting me go to my room. "And… I'm coming with you to Forks."
I slept so good that night that you wouldn't believe me. I managed to forget about his family finding us in a compromising position when he told me that he'd meet my Dad, willingly.
"Psst. Wake up." I grunted and turned in my pillow. "It's early and I'm sorry, but please…" I opened an eye and saw Edward already dressed and ready to go. "It's about six and everyone's sleeping. I want to leave before Alice wakes up," he whispered and kissed my nose.
I flung my arm over my eyes and willed this to be just a dream. A bad one.
"Come on, Bella. Don't make me carry you out like this because I swear to God, I will."
"You're insane," I slurred and rolled out of the bed, nearly falling. He caught me, of course, and then helped to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, we were out of the front door and in the car. Edward peeled off, looking in the rear view mirror, cringing. Alice was in the driveway, looking incredulously at the car.
"Did you even pack food or something?" I asked.
"We're going to Bob. I called him last night after the fiasco, to wait for us with food."
"If you called him so late, he'd give you dog food."
"I'd like to see him try," Edward chuckled and took my hand, relaxing in his seat and driving at a normal speed. "Ehh last night…" he said, after a while.
"Forget about it." I dismissed it.
"I can't fucking forget about that shit! I haven't cursed so much in front of Carlisle in my life. I could see that he was reaching his limit, but honestly, I'm twenty two! He wanted to tell me how to use a freaking condom!" he groaned, rolling his eyes.
"You didn't tell them that you had a girlfriend before. It was only logical for them to worry about that. Especially after what they saw."
"Bella, I didn't have a girlfriend before you," he pointed out.
"You know what I mean."
"Maybe I do, but really!" he insisted. "Why didn't he give me the fucking sex talk when I was seventeen? Why now? Did he really expect me to be a virgin at this age?"
I smacked him and he bit his lip, glancing at me. "Not that's something bad or some shit… But I'm guy. I guess, it's normal… Shit, you know what mean, Bella."
It was funny to see him squirm. "I know, Edward," I sighed. He squeezed my hand and maneuvered the car through Seattle's streets to Bob's house.
I waited for him to open my door as it had become a habit and I loved it when he did it. "M'lady," he bowed, extending his hand elaborately to me.
"Oh, good sir," I answered with the same British accent and put my hand in his.
He closed the door and linked our fingers, walking to the front door with the backpack on his shoulder. We had our clothes for the show there and a CD.
Bob answered the door and ushered us inside. He looked like he was barely awake, wearing only pajama pants.
"Morning, dudes," he muttered. "Help yourselves with food, Mom's out for the weekend. I'm going back to bed."
We snickered on the way to the kitchen where Spot attacked Edward again, licking his face. "I'll remember not to waste water." I heard him saying under his breath. He opened the fridge's door and looked inside. "He has apple pie!" Edward shouted as if he had discovered gold. While he acted like a pig, eating with both hands from the pie, I found some milk and cereals.
I looked at Spot and Missy and couldn't help but smile. They were so cute and they surely liked each other. Currently, she was licking his face and he had his eyes closed, whimpering.
"He's turning into a pussy," Edward groaned. I turned to see that he was watching the dogs, too.
"I think he's in love," I supplied, watching Spot turning to lick Missy.
Edward laughed loudly. "A dog, in love? Are you serious?"
"Why not? He acts like it." I was entering dangerous waters.
"And what do you know about love, Swan?" he shot to me, raising an eyebrow.
"More than you, Cullen."
"How you wound me," he said, dramatically.
"Don't be so melodramatic," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Didn't you know? My middle name is Melodramatic," he said cockily.
"I thought it was Anthony," I said, innocently. We had left the love subject and exited it unscathered.
"You fucking promised," he threatened me. "I'd call you Swan for the rest of my life if you call me that again."
"You call me Swan on a daily basis. I won't call you Anthony if you promise to never call me Marie."
"Marie?" he snorted then he realized that was my middle name and burst in a fit of laughter. "Oh fuck! Our parents must have been high!"
I shrugged and washed my bowl and spoon. "Should we practice one last time?" I asked him.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope." I grinned and dragged him away from the apple pie. We went to the sitting room and he put the CD in the stereo. I took the TV remote as a mike and he held onto the stereo remote.
I started singing and Edward was mimicking me, but when he realized I could see him, he turned his attention to the buttons of the remote, ignoring me.
"Are you even taking this seriously?"
"Do you want to go farther?"
"It's eliminatory. I think I want to be better than those skanks, thank you very much!"
"Fine, fine. I'll start it again," he sighed and then we started singing Close My Eyes Forever.
"That was actually pretty good." Bob's voice came from the doorway when we finished our third try. "I wanted to apologize for throwing you into this shit, but you are really good."
"Bob, silly Bob," Edward stated and went to his friend, catching him a headlock. "Of course we're good! We're the best! We're awesome!"
"How big is your ego, Cullen?" I wondered aloud.
"You probably should leave the house, soon." He winked.
Before I could hurt him, his phone rang and he winced before answering, keeping the phone at a safe distance from his ear. Alice, probably. I could hear someone screaming on the other line and his eyes widened then he shot Bob a weird look and ducked out of the room.
"When is this thing, again?" Bob asked, nonchalantly.
"You know very well!" I snapped. "Who was that?"
"No idea." He shrugged and went to put the CD to play again.
"Bob," I hissed. "Who is Edward talking to?"
"Dunno, really! Are you one of those jealous girlfriends?" he asked, curiously.
I didn't know how to answer. I couldn't say that I didn't care because I cared. A lot. He wasn't a saint and I really didn't want to jump on stupid conclusions. It could have been someone from the team or Jasper or… another friend. I couldn't wait. I turned to go after him and Bob caught my arm. Just then, Edward returned and he looked a little pale.
"Alice," he said, pocketing the phone and taking me in his arms. I was painfully aware he was having a wordless conversation with Bob, above my head.
I bit my lip to keep the angry tears inside as they threatened to slip from my eyes. "Edward?"
"Yes, baby?" he asked, looking down at me.
"Who was that?" I asked in a shaky voice.
"Alice."
"I don't believe you."
"Please, Bella. Not now." So I was right. It hadn't been Alice.
"But when?" I asked on a few octaves higher. I saw Bob with the corner of my eye moving his hand over his throat in a dead movement. What had Edward done?
"After the show. Focus on this, for now," he pleaded me, running a hand over his hair. He was nervous and he hadn't sworn. This was serious. I felt my legs turning into jelly and everything went black.
Next time I opened my eyes, I saw Carlisle's face then Edward's panicked face. He was close to Bob, muttering to him. When he saw my eyes were open, he hurried to my side and took me in his arms. "I'll tell you everything when we finish tonight. I promise."
Did he just sound sorrowful? Apologetic? What the hell have you done, Edward Cullen?
Carlisle didn't want to let me sing, but I convinced him I was okay. I shouldn't have. The stage fright was over after our first song. But tonight, I felt nausea. I was sure that something bad would happen.
"We're okay, Bella," Edward whispered, kissing the side of my neck, just before the curtain opened. He jumped aside to his place and I gripped the microphone, hoping I wouldn't break in tears. The song, suddenly, fit perfectly.
I had a black dress on me that reached my ankles and high heels, but not so high, thank you Alice. Edward had ripped jeans and a tattered shirt, even a guitar in his hands. I didn't know if he was going to sing or not. He hadn't told me about his hidden talents.
A dim light came on me and I knew that was my cue. I glanced at him then started singing and I put the conviction that Alice told me about, in the song.
Baby, I get so scared inside and I don't really understand
Is it love that's on your mind or is it fantasy
Edward approached me somewhat sheepishly and sang his part.
Heaven, is in the palm of my hand, and it's waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy
The chorus was wonderful, we were alternating and I had to admit that we sounded amazing together.
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same
Edward wasn't even bothering to look at the public and I knew it was because he wanted to communicate something to me. To trust him. To listen to him, because it wasn't that bad.
Sometimes it's hard to hold on
So hard to hold on to my dreams
It isn't always what it seems
When you're face to face with me
My answer came forceful and strong.
You're like a dagger
And you stick me in the heard
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep would you shelter me
In your warm and darkened grave
The chorus came again and it was an intense conversation between our eyes.
Will you ever take me?
No I just can't take the pain
Would you ever trust me?
No I'll never feel the same
During the instrumental part, he leaned closer and pecked my mouth. To my utter shock, I could see tears in his eyes. I was barely able to continue singing.
I know I've been so hard on you
I know I've told you lies
If I could have just one more wish
I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever
will it all remain the same? (Oh yeah)
Close your eyes...
Close your eyes...
You gotta close your eyes for me
Stupidly, I did just that. I felt the ghost of his lips on my cheek, and when I opened my eyes, ready to demand explanations, he wasn't there anymore. People were cheering, thinking that was the choreography.
I turned on my heels and disappeared behind the curtain. I had to find him and demand explanations. Why did he vanish like that? What had he done? It was that bad that he didn't want me to know. To my surprise, I found Bob in out backstage room. He was looking through our make up stuff.
"Bella." That lone word made a lump form in my throat.
"What the hell?" I demanded, my voice breaking horribly.
"Let's see who is going further," he said, taking my hand and leading me out again.
"What happened, Bob? Where's Edward?"
"He will tell you. He promised. Just let him get his head around this."
"Is it bad? For how long did you know about this, whatever it is?"
"A few days," he said truthfully, gripping my hand. "And when he tells you, you won't freak out on him. I am sure it's a lie."
Edward had been acting weird for the past couple of days. What was going on? "Is this about some skank from his past?"
He didn't get to answer, because our teams were called on the stage. "What?" I asked when he led me to the stage.
"I'm the manager," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. He whispered something to the teacher, who nodded then came to stand by me. "You were amazing, by the way."
"Thanks," I said half heartily.
We were going to the next round along with Tanya and the boy band. The skank band was out. I was glad because they had tortured a beautiful song from The Runaways. If Joan had been around, she would have probably beaten the shit out of them.
"Party?" Bob whispered.
"I just want to talk with Edward," I whispered. I had changed in my daily clothes and we were outside.
"I'll give you a hint. When he's not alright, he goes to the gym. I'll be with our friends."
I hugged him and then rushed to the arena. I entered quietly and heard voices from the bleachers.
"I can't believe this, Jessica."
"At least, you got it right," she sighed. "And it's true."
"It isn't! I don't need any proof! I know what I did and what I didn't do! Why didn't you come earlier, huh?"
He sounded angry. I could hear that Jessica was crying. He sighed heavily and there was some shifting around.
"Look, I don't believe you. I've been with Bella since November. This can't be right. And I swear to God, you will pay dearly if you keep insisting on this shit. If Bella gets wind of this, I will fucking end you!"
"You can't!" she wailed. "What about the baby?"
My knees buckled and I was aware of the strangled cry that escaped me.
Oookay! I really hope you won't hate me. It will be over soon.
How many of you think she's telling the truth?
Review. I'm going into hiding.