Haya guys!
I can't even start to apologize about my absence for this long – I had so many things going on… but now, I'm back.
And so does your new – extra long :) - chapter!
So, put your hands together for…
Chapter 13 – as if
I think that-that was the moment in which Edward started crying without tears.
But...
Why?
"why are you crying?" I asked his in a small voice.
He couldn't speak. From his mouth came out the most heart-breaking cries and sobs. "E - Edward?" I asked him again. "Why are you crying?"
He looked turned.
Say it, I thought. Just say it! Out lout! Say it!
He sniffed, and tried to stop his sobbing.
"May I stay over your place tonight?" he asked, sounding miserable.
Come on! You're kidding me, right?!
But, against everything that I believed in, and everything I thought about him, those next words escaped my lips even before I could've thought about it; "Sure you can."
And there I was, preparing a bed for someone who's not going to sleep in it – or at all.
"Thanks," he said.
"There are some clothes of Charlie's in the closet if you need a p.j.," I pointed at the closet. "I'm going get dressed." I announced, and got out of Charlie's room and into mine. I changed clothes to an old sweatpants and a T-shirt. I combed my hair again – needless, but I had to stay in my room as long as I could.
I didn't understand why Edward cried.
Was he crying – well, sobbing – for me? For my loss? Or because I was dead?
You're dreaming, the annoying voice that's inside of my head said. He doesn't love you. Never did, never will.
I accidentally crushed my brush into pieces.
"Lizzy? Is everything OK?" Edward asked from outside.
"Yhea," I said, picking up and tossing what was left from the brush to the garbage can in my room. "I'll be there in a sec." I came out of my room and closed the door behind me, spinning around. Edward was too close. I took a step back, and crushed into my door. I hoped it didn't crush, though.
"I heard noises," he explained, shrugging.
Of course he did.
"Yeah – I dropped something," I said, nonchalant. He wore a saggy grey shirt and sweatpants that were too big on him so they hung around his hips.
How could someone look so perfect in Charlie's clothes for fuck's sake?!
"Um… are you hungry or something?" He asked me, looking at the clock. It was seven thirty. I fought the evil smirk that threatened to spread over my face.
"Hungry?" I asked, walking past him and downstairs.
"No." he answered immediately, stalking me to the kitchen and sitting down on one of the chairs.
I raised a brow at him, smirking. "I know you're lying." Half truth – the thirst never fed completely. "You wouldn't have asked if you weren't." I said, victoriously.
He looked sincere – big eyes, soft expression. "No – I'm not hungry, thank you." He raised his hands as if he tried to stop a car from crushing in front of him.
"I'll make pancakes." I smiled at him for the last time before I went to my fridge. I took out the eggs and the milk, and the rest of the thing I got from the pantry. I had just enough for 4 pancakes.
"You have to go shopping for groceries soon," Edward mentioned.
"I know," I sighed. The last time I went shopping for groceries was at the first day I came here – a few days ago, if you think about it. I got out a pen and a bowl and mixed all of the ingredients together. Then I put some on the pen and in less than five minutes everything was ready. I could feel Edward's eyes watching my every move, as I put the pancakes on a plate and put on top of it jam. I placed the plate in front of Edward with a fork and a knife, and Edward looked at it as it was a ticking bomb that was about to explode in 3… 2… 1...
"What about you?" he asked, trying – and failing – to sound nonchalant.
Shit! What should I say? Um…
Think human, Bella! I mean – Lizzy! Think human!
"I ate before you came." I smiled innocently at him, making the best excuse I could come up with. I heard him curse under his breath as I sat in front of him.
"Um, may I have a glass of water?" he asked, looking at me under his long, thick lashes.
C'mon! You hate him, remember?
Yeah… but –
No buts! There's you freaking revenge! Enjoy it as much as you can!
I pointed at the sink. "I'm not a servant."
He got up – noisily - and filled a glass with water. "Want some?" he put the glass in the middle of the little table.
"No thanks," I said, looking at the pancakes. "They're not going to eat themselves, 'ya know," I commented. He took the knife and cut the pile of pancakes to half, and than to another half, gulping hard.
I made a face at the noise.
It's too mean…
Making a vampire eat human food? Am I that bad?
"Listen, if you don't want to eat what I cooked, we can always order a pizza or something," I said.
"No, no," he mumbled and got all of the quarter pancakes into his mouth, chewing twice and swallowing.
"Not so fast, big boy. You'll chock." I said. He looked at me, a brow raised. I had to admit – I was shocked he ate it.
"You accepted me to sleep in your house without even questioning it," he stated, looking at me suspiciously. "how come?"
I shrugged. "I don't know," 'cause I'm stupid as a crappy shoe! "I guess you have a good reason for wanting to?" I said it as a question."
"I guess…" he sighed.
"And what is it?" I asked, putting my elbows on the table and resting my head on my hands.
"Uh?" he looked as if I woke him up from a day-dream.
"What's your reason for wanting to stay?" I asked, catching him off-guard.
Another point for Lizzy.
"I can't be with my family a second longer," he said abruptly. "They're all… I can't look at them. All I see in their eyes when they're looking at me, thinking about me… is pity and sadness."
So Edward is the Cullens pity-pet, uh? But… why?
"And why is that?" I asked him, raising my brows at him.
He shook his head. "That's a story for another time." He smiled.
"Hey! I'm letting you stay at my place for the night! C'mon!" I protested. He sighed.
"I… well, sort of dumped the love of my life."
Yeah, right.
Good excuse, man.
But I am no fool.
"Why?" I asked as if I believed his story.
"'Cause I'm stupid." He sighed.
Well, that makes two of us.
"What have you done to be a fool?" he asked, half-smiling at me.
"What?"
"You said 'that makes two of us' – and why is that?" He looked at my elbows before looking back at me.
Wh - what the hell?! I don't have filters when I'm around him! I keep saying my thoughts out loud!
"Stupid things – the usual," I tried to pull it off as nothing.
"Oh, c'mon," he said, a teasing smile playing around his lips. "It's sharing time."
Oh, for god's sake!
What am I supposed to say now?!
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