BPOV
"Ow! Stupid, fucking umbrella holder. None of us even carry umbrellas," I heard mumbled from the hall.
I shifted, feeling the warm body under me, remembering Wall-E from the night before and slowly drifting to sleep. What I don't remember was falling asleep on Edward.
"Babe," I heard Esme call downstairs. "What's wrong?"
"I fucking hit my knee on the stupid…why are Edward and Bella sleeping on the couch?" Carlisle asked clearly confused as he stared at us.
I rubbed my eyes and tried to wake up, sitting up slightly, but careful not to wake Edward.
"You woke her up," Esme chided, smacking his shoulder.
She was now wearing her scrubs with Jack the Skeleton King from The Nightmare Before Christmas on them. Her hair was in a high ponytail.
"Sorry Bella," he sighed, turning toward her and raising an eyebrow. "Teenagers sleeping on the couch together."
"We watched a movie, and they fell asleep. Stop it," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I should go?" I was so confused and still half asleep.
"No, stay. Eat some breakfast. It's Sunday for Christ sake, go back to sleep," she insisted, waving her hand at me.
I noticed Carlisle now resting his chin on her shoulder as he started to snore slightly.
"God, he can fall asleep anywhere," she huffed. "Babe, let's get you to bed."
"Not without you, Mae," he mumbled sleepily.
"Car, I have work. Let's go," she said, moving enough to wrap her arms around his waist, guiding him up the stairs. "Doctors… Bella, I'll be back down to make breakfast."
"I'm okay. I can go home," I insisted.
"Your mom and Gram went to Port Angeles on errands. I don't starve children, so you're staying and eating," Esme said, giving me a final look just like mom does when she's daring me to argue.
"Fine," I sighed.
I glanced down, and Edward was now sleeping on his stomach with his arm lying beside me, hanging off the couch. I couldn't go back to sleep even if I tried. I took the opportunity to really look at him.
He was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Ratty gray t-shirt with dark baggy jeans. I could even see the Hanes on the waistband of his boxers. I felt my face heat when I saw a little bit of skin of his back.
Edward was really cute. It was that simple, but yet so complicated. He grunted as he shifted in his sleep. His face was a little flushed; it kind of always was, though. Not like he was embarrassed or exited, it just seemed like it was normal for him. That might have been why he was cute or it could have been the stubble on his cheek or how his jaw was kind of round. I was sure that as he aged, his jaw would become more squared. God, I sounded like an idiot. I sounded like Jessica Stanley.
"These boys, I tell ya," Esme said, making herself known.
She touched the top of my head as she leaned down and kissed Edward's temple. This made him bury his face into the couch pillow.
"He sleeps like the dead," she explained, smoothing his hair back.
She took my hand, leading me into the kitchen and started making breakfast.
"I'm sorry, I fell asleep," I blurted, still feeling ridiculously nervous.
"Kiddo, relax," she laughed, pulling out several breakfast supplies.
It was hard to relax, though. I witnessed a semi-threesome between the boy I liked and his two girl friends. I slapped him for… so much more and before the night was over, I slept with him. We actually slept together. I never slept on a boy before, and it was kind of nice. Edward's body next to mine was very nice. I had no answers to anything, and now I was mad crushing on the delinquent in the next room.
"Was your dad an over thinker?"
I stared at her for a moment. No one really asked me anything about Charlie. They just wanted to know how my mom and I were coping. Mom was the only one who really talked about him at all. Emmett always let me know that if I wanted to talk about it I could. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk about it so much as I liked to keep my dad to myself. I wanted preserve those memories to myself for a bit longer.
"I'm so sorry if that question was too much."
"No, its fine," I murmured. "He was, and my mom always teased him about it, actually. She tells me I'm a lot like him. It makes me happy to think that I am."
Esme smiled at me sadly before turning back to fix our breakfast. Edward came stumbling in a few minutes later, looking around frantically until his eyes settled on me. He let out the breath he was holding and plopped down in the seat next to me. His hand rubbed over his face a couple of times and then took my hand.
I frowned because, if he really thought I was going to be understanding that he was fooling around with two girls right in front of my face, well he had another thing coming. We weren't dating or anything, but he should at least have enough respect for me not to do something like that in front of me. If he wanted to do that, he could do it behind closed doors.
I gently pulled my hand out of his, causing his head to snap up.
"Bella?" he asked confusedly.
Esme whipped around to look at us now. She appeared surprised, but said nothing. Edward's full attention was on me, and he was frowning. We needed to talk somehow, but I didn't want Esme to know fully what was going on. Her nephew was a sexual deviant. Did I really know what was going on?
"I need to talk to Edward," I said to Esme.
Edward saw I wasn't speaking to him and turned to his aunt. She started signing, speaking the words she told Edward, "Bella, would like to speak with you. Carlisle is sleeping, so maybe don't use your computer."
"Paper?" he asked, signing while speaking.
Again, Esme's eyes went super wide.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," she nodded.
Edward didn't respond; he just took my hand, pulling me behind him. This was another one of those boundaries things. I didn't expect him to take me up to his room. He unlocked the door with his key, which I didn't quite understand the need for a lock when Esme seemed so relaxed and laid back. Once we were in his room, he locked the door again and went to lie on his monster bed.
Edward's room was huge, but pretty simple. His walls were painted royal blue and his plush white carpet felt great under my bare feet. It was just his bed in his room, though, or at least that's what I thought until I turned around, gaping at the books surrounding the whole wall even above the doorway.
"Bella," he called, gaining my attention again.
Now he had a notebook in his hand along with a pen. He jotted down something before handing it to me.
You want to talk about yesterday. I read in his perfect loopy cursive handwriting. I hadn't used cursive since elementary school and only because it was required that we learned it.
What you did was disgusting.
I'm not with Rose, she was trying to make Emmett jealous. I wanted to make you jealous. He wrote peeking up at me.
Why?
Edward's cheeks flushed as he stared at me. He held eye contact, bringing his hand up to brush my hair back before he cupped face. His thumb stroked the apple of my cheek, and as I looked at him, his green eyes gave me my answer.
I tried ducking my head down, but Edward wouldn't let me. He swallowed and then opened and closed his mouth like he was going to say something.
"Bella… you're pretty," he said softly.
I could tell that he had trouble speaking; I'm pretty sure that was why he didn't like doing it. He seemed to know if he used his words, that I would know he was being sincere.
I reached for his notebook.
How do I sign 'Thank You'?
He brought his hand to his mouth, and then almost like he was blowing me a kiss, he brought it down. I repeated his movement, grinning at his gentle smile.
You don't have to make me jealous.
You're with Emmett.
He's my friend. I'm allowed to have friends, Edward.
That's not what Jessica Stanley says.
When do you talk to Jessica Stanley?
I can read lips. He admitted, ducking his head down.
I let out a sigh, and leaning forward as I let my forehead hit Edward's shoulder, I shook my head. This whole time he knew what I was saying, and he obviously listened to gossip. It made me wonder what she and Lauren had said at all. What he believed?
I didn't pull away. I just stayed close to him. His fingers started to run through my hair. And I heard a light "oft" leave his lips.
I liked Edward talking and wished he would do more of it instead of keeping to himself. When I finally sat back, his fingers began tracing my face.
"Bella," he sighed before grabbing for the notebook again.
I would be grateful if you would give me another chance. I know what we did was wrong, and I disrespected you along with Alice and Rose. I have no excuses for our behavior, but I do promise it will never happen again. I was an idiot. Can you please forgive me?
He was being very honest with me, and I could see the hope on his face. I didn't want enemies, and to be completely honest, I was getting tired of arguing with him. Playing nice was definitely working out much nicer.
Alright, I forgive you.
He pulled me into his arms, giving me a huge hug. I kind of really loved hugging Edward. The lights started flickering, and he pulled away, going to unlock the door.
"Door stays open, kiddo," Esme said as she signed.
"Sorry," he answered.
This time, Esme pulled him in for a hug, and I could see so much happiness on her face.
"I have to go to work now, but breakfast is ready," she informed us. "Don't think I forgot about your Bob Marley stunt yesterday, man. Lawn work for you."
Edward glared, but nodded.
"Such a good boy," she cooed when she finished signing.
I laughed at the scowl on his face. Esme did too before she left us.
"Let's eat," he smiled, taking my hand in his.
Every time Edward Masen smiled at me, I could feel butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. It felt much better than hating him.
The next morning when Emmett pulled into the driveway, I was feeling really nervous. I spent most of my time with Edward yesterday while he did the yard work; he even did our yard too. That won him major points with Gram and mom. He left when Carlisle came and got him, saying he needed male bonding.
Edward joined me for breakfast on the porch, stealing bites of my cereal. He would just open his mouth, expecting me to give him a bite. When we saw Rosalie pull in, he stood up and took off his jacket and gave it to me. That was it, nothing further.
The thing bothering me most was would he even acknowledge me at school or would he be as cold as ever? In the past, I'd thought I'd made progress with Edward only to be proven wrong when he ignored me or gave me the cold shoulder in front of his friends.
"Why you being so quiet?" Em nudged me.
"Uh, if I tell you something, will you promise not to say anything?"
"Bells, you know I won't."
"Edward apologized for Saturday night," I murmured.
"He did?" he asked, looking super confused.
"Yeah, we talked about it, and he apologized."
"Huh? Rosalie called me and told me to fuck off. It was random and very Rosalie," he shrugged, pulling into the parking lot.
"She just called you to say that?"
"Pretty much."
"Wow," I said, not knowing what else to say.
I moved to get out of Emmett's truck, but Edward was there lowering me down. I gaped at him in surprise, and he looked nervous too.
"Thank you," I smiled as I signed it.
A grin lit up his face as he took my hand, leading me into the school. I turned my head and saw Rosalie glaring, Alice gaping and Emmett chuckling. Today was going to be very interesting.
A/N: Here it is! This chapter is kind of a wrap up to the last few now these two can finally move on! Let me know what's up!
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