Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
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After going back inside, Alice and I decided to make pizza, but we were short on ham.
She winked, clearing her throat. "Oh, boooys!"
I had to laugh. She was so amusing. They didn't answer, probably not hearing since they were in Emmett's room.
"BOOYS!" Alice shouted. Damn, she had some lungs for such a small person.
"Do you think they heard?" I asked, running cheese through the grater.
"They heard. They're just ignoring us," Alice huffed, preparing to shout again when we heard them descending. Edward jumped over the last three steps and stopped in the kitchen's doorway, looking toward his sister annoyed. Emmett was close behind.
"Took you long enough."
"We were talking. What do you want?" Edward asked, advancing to me and stealing some cheese.
Alice reached over and smacked his hand, making him yelp in surprise and back away. "Jeez, I wanted a little bit."
"Nothing. Not until you come back with ham and sausages," she snapped.
"What?" Edward asked confused.
"What she wants to say is that you two have to go buy ham and sausages," I explained.
"Do we have mushrooms?" Emmett asked, opening the fridge's door.
Alice went to him and I tugged Edward close, seizing up the opportunity to give him cheese. He grinned and took both my thumb and forefinger in his mouth, licking the remains of cheese. I couldn't help but pat his head.
"Come on, bro! Before Alice kills you."
We turned around to see Alice seething at us as Emmett grabbed the back of Edward's shirt, dragging him away. I waved, then turned to the little pixie.
As soon as they were out of the house, she burst in a fit of giggles. "He was acting like a dog, licking at you. Pity he doesn't have a tail or it would have been wagging."
"Alice!" I shouted scandalized.
She laughed some more. "If you ever buy a dog, try not to spoil him as you do to Edward."
I huffed and started working on the crust as Alice washed and cut the tomatoes. Then we waited and waited and finally decided to make a tomato and cheese pizza since the boys had gotten lost. Once the pizza was out, I tried calling them again.
"We should just eat. I bet they run into some high school friends," Alice told me, cutting the pizza.
I thought of what Esme had said. Had they run into that girl?
"Hello?"
I almost jumped, forgetting my phone was to my ear. "Hi, Edward. Where are you?"
"Oh, shit!"
"That's what I thought." I laughed.
"We're coming back. Ham, sausages and mushrooms, right?" he asked.
"Don't bother. The pizza's out and ready."
"Oh, we'll be there soon," he promised and hung up.
"Did they forget?" Alice asked.
"I think so. He sounded distracted." I shrugged.
We put on a movie and curled up on the couch with our pizza. About fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in the driveway. Looking out the window, we realized they weren't alone.
"Told you they run in old high school friends," Alice shot smirking. "You're about to meet our friend…or, she once was." She shrugged, putting the film on pause.
When the front door opened, Emmett's voice thundered loudly, yapping away about some memories.
"…priceless! I remember! And the deer incident." He boomed a loud laugh.
A slap ricocheted in the quiet house. "Are you ever going to let that go?" Edward shouted exasperated, rounding the corner and coming in the living room with bags in his hands. "Hey," he greeted us.
Then Emmett and that girl, probably the one Esme had talked about, appeared behind him.
Alice squealed and rushed to her. "Sylvie!" She made sure to push Edward out of her way. There was some history there. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.
"Well, if it isn't the future bride in person!" the girl said in a melodic voice, hugging Alice tightly.
She was by far the most beautiful girl I'd seen. She almost outshined Rose and that said something. Her blonde hair was caught in a high pony tail at top on her head, she had huge blue eyes and deep pink, full lips. Her face looked like a porcelain doll's face.
"Sorry we got sidetracked," Edward mumbled, plopping next to me and kissing my cheek. "Uh, that's Sylvia. Mom mentioned her."
"And she got an interesting reaction out of you," I muttered a lot more bitterly than I wanted.
He gave me a startled look. "No, Bella. That's ancient history. I love you."
"You must be Bella," Sylvia said from in front of me. "I've heard a lot about you in the past few hours. I'm Sylvia." She offered me her French manicured hand. I couldn't even hate her. She was too kind.
"Hi. Can't say I heard anything about you," I said, shaking her hand.
"We went to high school together. She looked like your typical cheerleader but she hated them," Emmett said. "She used to play with us."
"Still am," she answered, sitting on the loveseat, away from the couch. She must have gotten the hint. "But not as often. School is really busy."
Alice had brought the rest of the pizza while Edward was taking a pack of beer from one bag.
"I still don't get it. How can you like basketball so much," Alice muttered sitting next to her.
"It's really nice when you get the hang of it," I blurted out making Edward elbow me in the ribs. "What, it's true!"
"Oh, I know. From nearly splinting your head open to the one-on-one from V-Day? You've come a long way, Swan." He beamed at me.
I pushed against his shoulder playfully.
"You made her play basketball on Valentine's Day?" Emmett shouted while Alice looked ready to hurt him.
"It was my idea before any of you jump on him," I defended him, wrapping my arms around his arm. "And I enjoyed every moment of it."
Edward shrugged. "She has a 'no presents' rule so that was kind of a present."
"It's not like you didn't have something up your sleeve when we returned to your room," I joked. I leaned to kiss his cheek, smiling.
I realized I was acting weird and I knew why. I was doing everything I could to show that Blondie that he was mine despite their history. If there was one. I had no idea.
"That sounds really nice," Sylvia said, smiling.
"It was the best one-on-one ever. It was really tight. 16-17 when I managed to block her," Edward explained.
"By block me, he means pushing me to the floor."
"You really played b-ball?" Emmett asked shocked.
I felt my cheeks turning red and grabbed my plate, munching on my pizza.
"She was really good, Em." Edward kissed my head, taking a slice of pizza of his own. After a bite, he moaned loudly. "This is really good."
"I had to invent something since you forgot to buy the meat," I mumbled.
"You made this? God, it's so good."
"I may make some in the future, but in the off season." I winked, making him groaned in protest.
"You're going to Chicago on purpose!" Emmett grumbled. "This is really good. I wish Rose would know how to cook."
Edward shot him a glare, probably because he had just said that we were going to live in the same city as Sylvia, but then he wrapped and arm around me bringing me close to his chest. "I'm not sharing. Sorry."
"I could teach Rose," I offered, snuggling into Edward.
"You're moving to Chicago?" Sylvia asked surprised.
"Uh, yeah." Edward ran a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, he's going to play for the Bulls," Emmett said proudly.
"You're joking!" she shouted, her blue eyes widening further.
"No, he's not joking. From being against this, he's acting like a proud parent now," Edward mumbled.
"Proud brother," Emmett corrected, grinning and drinking from his beer.
"Did you find a place to live?"
"Yeah, we're renting a house." I nodded, stealing Edward's beer.
"That sounds great, but what happened to being a doctor, Edward?" she asked, cocking a perfectly puckered eyebrow at him. She knew him really well.
"I got this opportunity and I couldn't say no."
"I'm a huge fan of Chicago Bulls! Always been."
"I know," Edward muttered under his breath. I was the only one to hear. He avoided eye contact.
"So…what brings you back here?" Alice asked, sensing my discomfort. I shot her a small smile of gratitude.
"I decided to visit Dad and make him retire," Sylvia answered, sighing. "Forty years of catching bad guys is enough."
"He's a cop?" I blurted out.
"Yeah." She nodded, ripping the slice of pizza. "After I heard about that cop in Forks…I decided it was enough."
I choked on my spit, not wanting to really understand how many similarities there were between us.
Edward cleared his throat. "That was Bella's father. He's okay now."
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"It's okay," I mumbled. "I've been telling him for years to retire. He wanted to do it after I finished high school, but then he realized he'd be alone the whole day and…" I trailed off, shrugging.
"Yeah, my Dad doesn't even want to hear about retiring," Sylvia said, shaking her head.
"And…how's your mom?" Emmett asked. "He won't be alone."
Sylvia looked down, abandoning her pizza. "I thought you guys knew."
"What?" Emmett asked, frowning. "Ma didn't say anything." He looked at his siblings for confirmation and they shrugged.
"The only time I visited was the first Christmas. She was sick…and before I went back to college…" She gulped, squeezing her eyes shut. "She died."
"Oh, I'm sorry." We all said softly.
I kept wishing to find a reason to hate her, but there was nothing.
"Well, my next question was an invitation…but Emmett kinda ruined it," Alice whispered.
Sylvia smiled softly. "He already invited me to the wedding. Or should I say weddings? I'm sure your mom is beyond busy."
"She's currently in Seattle talking with the catering services."
"So have you found the dress?"
"Oh, it's so beautiful! Come and see." Alice grabbed her hand, dragging her up the stairs.
"Were you close in high school?" I asked, looking between Edward and Emmett.
"You can say that," Emmett answered. "But I'm sure Edward can answer you better." Edward scowled at him, focusing on his pizza.
If I learned anything in my time being with Edward, it was to let him talk when he felt like it. So I didn't insist. I pressed play on the film and we watched and ate in silence.
"EMMETT, ANSWER YOUR PHONE!" Alice shouted from upstairs.
The movie was almost over and I was so bored by the nonexistent action that I was almost asleep. Until Alice screamed.
Emmett took his phone out of his pocket and cursed loudly before leaving the room, phone on the ear.
"Wanna bet Rose rips him a new one over the phone?" Edward whispered, looking after his brother and chuckling.
"Maybe I should do the same," I said quietly, looking at the screen.
"What? Ah… um, it's really nothing," he said almost embarrassed.
"But tell me, please. You acted really strange when your mom mentioned her and then, a few hours later, you come back late…with her."
He laughed. "You wouldn't believe what happened."
"I'm all ears," I whispered, turning my attention to him.
"I was searching for a spot to park at the local store and Emmett was talking about poisonous mushrooms and I turned to him annoyed. He shouted for me to stop the car." I gasped and he shook his head. "I did stop, but too late. My front touched the back of a car. A cruiser. I nearly shit myself," he muttered.
I snorted, imagining the whole thing.
"Anyway, a minute later, a girl gets out of the car and Emmett is elbowing me. 'Sweet talk your way out of this. She's a chick' he told me. But she was dressed as a civilian and when I looked better, I recognized her. And when I told Emmett, he jumped out of the car and hugged her and begged her not to tell her daddy we had an accident. Turned out, none of the cars were damaged. Thank God. Cops and I don't mix."
"Dad likes you," I reminded him.
"For some odd reason." He kissed my forehead. "Then we started talking there, in the parking lot and…then I heard my phone ringing from the car. You know the rest."
"When did you buy the beer?"
"Oh, after I hung up with you. Emmett promised to be careful with my baby." He rolled his eyes. "While I bought beer, he followed Sylvia to her house then picked her up and came back after me."
"What did he use as bribery? I know you too well to know you won't allow anyone to drive your precious car," I said amused.
"He threatened to tell you about…high school. I wanted to be the one to tell you."
"And are you going to tell me?" I whispered, drinking from his bottle.
"You should take it easy with this. Of course, I'll tell you. Do you want to turn in now? It's quite a long story."
I nodded. "First, we clean around here."
He didn't protest. After picking the empty plates and bottles, we went to the kitchen where we found Emmett leaning against the counter with his back to us. He was still on the phone, mumbling something.
Edward dumped the bottles of beer in the trash bin making him jump and throw us a dirty look before leaving.
When we were done in the kitchen, Edward took my hand and led me upstairs. He closed and locked his door before joining me on the bed. We were sitting against the headboard, my back mostly to his chest as he started talking softly.
"It happened in sophomore year. That's when I joined the team. After a few won games, she approached me, asking me to a party. I said yes, though I had no idea about anything." He sighed, his breath washing over my head. "She was my first kiss at the party. After that…we sort of fell in this pattern let's call it. It was natural to be around her and she wasn't like the other girls. But I managed to step wrong. She forgave me because it hadn't exactly been my fault…at first. There was this other girl…and she sort of started kissing me in the middle of the hallway. I mean, Sylvia was right next to me, how stupid?"
I laughed, shaking my head.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "I was sort of frozen, still getting the grips of what was going on. But then I sought her out. It worked for a little while, until Sylvia told me to choose. Course I chose her. I knew her better and I liked being around her. Then there was a party… I told you how I disappeared pretty soon. That was my first time," he mumbled. "I still don't like to have you here…on this bed," he added softly.
"It's just a bed, Edward. The sheets were the problem," I reminded him, smiling. It bothered me of course, but at least he was mindful to feel bad about having me in the same bed he had lost his virginity and had had some many other girls.
"Mom washed them," he mumbled. "I threw away the sheets just once and that was after I ripped them just to find a reason to dispose of them. Anyway, the summer before junior year, I've been with Sylvia…we were attached to the hip."
"How come your parents don't know her?"
"She became friends with Alice and Emmett. Mom and Dad knew her parents and were friends. They never thought more of her constant visits. We were just friends in their eyes. They believed when I told them we were studying or playing on my computer in here. I feel horrible for lying," Edward admitted.
"And what happened? Did you step wrong again?" I wondered.
"Do you have to ask?" he asked amused. "Course, I did. Once school started again, I knew she wasn't enough so…I sort of went behind her back again. With many girls until she ended the thing. I won't go as far as to call it relationship. It didn't compare with what we have." He kissed the back of my neck, breathing in my skin there, tickling me. "It wasn't until senior year when she started dating some douche that I realized what I lost. I tried everything to get her back. For a little while, she met me at our spot…but she told me that she couldn't hurt him." Edward groaned, sighing heavily. "She had met him at the café we used to go. He was a student at the local uni. Anyway, I made her choose this time. I was sure she'd say no, but she said yes. Even though her mom kept telling her I'd hurt her again. She trusted me."
I twisted my neck to look at him. "And you did it again?" I asked sadly.
"Bella," he said seriously. "If I hadn't been so conceited, I'd probably still be with her. Though, I'm not really sure. My past mistakes…brought me to you." He kissed my nose.
"What happened?"
"We were a week away from graduation and there was a party at someone's house."
"Wait, I have a question," I interrupted.
"Yeah?"
"I just realized you once told me that Bob attended high school with you."
"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow.
"He's in Seattle…" I hinted.
"Ah, his dad lives here. He wanted a change in high school. Most weekends he went back to Mrs. G. Have to say, I saw that idiot he calls a dad only once or twice. He's a drunken bastard."
"Oh. I thought he was dead."
"He is. For Mrs. G and probably for Bob too after high school. Where was I?"
"Party before graduation," I reminded him, taking his hand.
"Right. I might have had a beer too much. I remember as I kept… you know…kissing and insisting we should find an empty room. Sylvia told me no every time. Then being too drunk to really think straight, I grabbed some random girl and started making out with her."
"How could you?" I gasped.
"I thought you knew how I was," he mumbled.
"Well, yes. But I never really witnessed it first hand. Gah! Tell me, she dumped you."
His green eyes widened. "You're allowed to hate me, I hate myself too," he said quietly. "I realize how awful I was."
I kissed under his jaw. "So?" I prompted him.
"Yeah. Sylvia grabbed the back of my shirt, turning me to her then she slapped me with too much force. It must be a cop's daddy thing," he added chuckling. "She said some colorful words." Edward laughed. "Then she stormed out. I walked home and after becoming sober, I realized what I had done. After talking with Mom and telling her about having some girl problems, I took her advice and went to Sylvia. It was like six in the morning. First, I tried her bedroom window, throwing pebbles. She didn't answer. Then I tried the door, praying it wasn't her dad's gun answering. It was her mom, bless her. I had never seen her so angry. After she shouted and shook her hand at me, she gave me a CD, telling me it's from Sylvia and I should listen to it carefully."
"Why would she give you a CD?"
"Do you know the song Sylvia's Mother by Dr. Hook? That was there. I played it on repeat, trying to understand her message."
I gasped. "I like that song so much. It makes me cry."
"She didn't talk to me after that. After the graduation, I decided to try apologizing again. I knew I was leaving and she was leaving too. I had to do it. I really liked her, more than any other…girl I've been with."
"I can tell. I never thought you'd chase a girl." I giggled.
"I sort of chased you."
"You didn't! You always managed to annoy me!"
Edward gasped in mock-shock, cupping my chin and planting a sound kiss on my lips. "Okay, so it was around eight in the evening when I went to her house. It was exactly like in the song, only I wasn't on the phone, but at the door. I had never begged like that in my life. I was 'Please, Mrs. Silverstone. I just want to talk to her. I want to tell her goodbye.' And she was fucking answering like a reenacting of the song, telling me Sylvia wanted to start her own life, away from here. After about an hour of pleadings, she finally told me that John, her husband, was driving her to Seattle's airport. She told me not to call her because she had changed her number."
"First girl to dump you?"
"Yeah and it hurt like a bitch. That's one of the reasons I didn't do feelings. Well, until you. There was something…when I saw you with Alice in Starbucks."
"Argh! Don't remind me," I moaned. "I was sick at the stomach when I saw you."
"They're called butterflies," he teased.
"It was nauseating. Not butterflies, trust me."
"Don't tell me my charm didn't work!" he said laughing, hugging me tightly.
"Oh, it worked…for the other girls." I smirked, kissing him.
"But in the end, I managed to get you, didn't I? I always get what I want."
"I wonder why?" I said sarcastically. "You say Alice is pushy, but you're worse. And when you really want something…no one can say no to those eyes."
Edward smirked, pushing me down against the mattress and claiming my lips. I moaned at feeling his insistent kiss, his tongue probing. I wondered what he'd do if I denied him access.
"Butterflies?" he murmured against my lips.
"Tones," I answered, biting his lower lip. "They're dancing step."
He stopped kissing me and gave me a shocked look before both of us burst into laughter.
"I can just imagine…butterflies…dancing step," he choked out.
"That's because you have an overactive imagination."
Now...how was that? Don't hate Sylvia. Please.
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