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— TVIMH —
The Voice Inside My Head
By Morgan Jenson
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Bella POV
Before leaving my dorm, I told my dad I'd meet him outside as I had something very important to do first. Walking to my closet, I open the door and flip through my shirts. Smiling, I grab my Cullen #15 jersey and quickly put it on. I walk to the mirror and frown slightly. I left my hair down after my shower, it's now fully dry with loose waves throughout. However, this time of year, with the heat and humidity, my hair will frizz with no product in it. Grabbing my gel, I add a touch of it to my hair, a bit of hairspray, and grab my Braves hat. Going back to the mirror, I put the hat on, and style my hair so it's down instead of pulled up through the hole in a ponytail. I smile again and deem myself ready. Leaving the room, I lock the door, and head out to meet my dad.
Getting to my dad's Jeep, I get in and situated, ready to go. When we don't move right away, I look to my dad and see he's smiling at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing, ready to go?"
"Definitely!"
As we pull out of the parking lot, I see my reflection in the side mirror and realize I'm still smiling. I can't deny it any longer, I'm smiling because of him. I know the odds of actually meeting Edward again are pretty much nil, but a girl can dream, right?
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We get to the stadium and park. Dad gets out, opens the back door, and pulls out a bag. Looking up at me, he winks, and pulls out his own Jersey which, unlike mine, doesn't have a number or name on it. He's always said he's a fan of the whole team, not just one player. I roll my eyes and continue to look to see what else he takes out of the bag. He grabs his hat next, placing it on his head. Then grabs one more thing, which he doesn't let me see, before returning the bag to the jeep, and closing the door.
I don't ask my dad what he put into his pocket as I'm sure he'll reveal it at some point. I decide to ask him something else instead, as I can't wait any longer.
"What section are we sitting in?"
'Well, I know who your favorite player is and being that I'm the best father there is…"
He trails off and doesn't continue. I know he's teasing me, something he's done since I was a small child. Just when I'm about to lose it and start begging, he laughs, and puts me out of my misery.
"The first base line, but…"
I'm about to start squealing, unable to keep my reaction to myself, but his 'but' finally sinks in and I stop. Both my squeal and my feet.
"But, it's at the top of the section of the lower level. I bought the tickets spur of the moment and that's all I was able to get."
Even though I'm disappointed the seats aren't as close as the game I went to with Angela, they're still in the same section. I won't get another moment like last game either, but it's probably for the best. It was wishful thinking on my part anyway.
"Dad, just being able to come to a game is enough. Even better, that it's just the two of us!" I reply, with a smile. I'd hate to make him feel disappointed or think I'm ungrateful for the tickets. Dad smiles at me and we make our way to the concession stand for our drinks before we go to our seats.
We get up to the counter and I see they have my favorite drink. I'm about to tell my dad what I want, when he orders for both of us, already knowing what I'd like.
"She'll have a Root Beer with light ice and I'll have a Sprite, both in the souvenir cups please."
"Thanks dad." I tell him, smiling again.
"Of course, anything for my favorite daughter!"
The guy hands us our drinks and after we both thank him, we head to our seats.
We get to our section and as we sit down, I can see the players are all on the field either stretching or throwing a ball around. The seats are really great, despite the fact we are further from the field. I still have a great view of Edward and his butt!
I look toward my dad and see he's smiling as well, which just makes me smile more. I do miss my mom and wish she were here, but I'm kind of grateful it's just the two of us. It's been too long since it was just he and I at a game.
For July 4th, the stadium was giving out red, white, and blue foam tomahawks to all the fans. The tomahawk chop was started in 1991 and when the drums are played all the fans will sing the chant and do "the chop". It's pretty cool they changed the color of the foam tomahawks for today's game.
I look up and away from my tomahawk when I hear the fans start to cheer. My dad points to home plate and when I look, I see Homer. He's the current mascot for the Braves and has a huge baseball for a head. I see him doing cartwheels and trying to pump up the fans.
As the mascot is doing his thing, I see all the players going to the dugout. Edward is there, but I can't see his face clearly as he's keeping his head down.
I zone out a bit from there. My dad and I are just watching the field, more than ready for the game to start.
All of the players are announced, the fans cheering for their favorites, me cheering as loud as I can when they announce Edward. Then they have a local school choir come out and sing the national anthem. The crowd, all standing, hats off, and hands over their hearts. I'm watching the large screen as the camera is panned around, showing all the players. They get to Edward, he's looking straight ahead, hair all a mess, sticking up in multiple directions, and mouthing the words to the national anthem. He looks like he's on autopilot and all too soon he's no longer on the screen. This far away, I couldn't see his face in detail, I find I'm very disappointed by that fact.
The national anthem is now over, the field is cleared, the Braves take the field, and the game begins.
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It's now the middle of the 7th inning and we have the lead, 3-0. Edward has batted twice and gotten on base once. It's been a good game today and the Mets almost scored in the 3rd inning, but the Braves were able to hold them off with a double play.
My dad got up to use the restroom and to get a quick snack. While he's gone I think about the last 7th inning stretch and the moment I had with Edward. Edward… It's odd, before meeting him in person at TG, I only called him Cullen, now, I only call him Edward.
"Here you go, Bella." I hear dad say.
I look up and to my left and see he's brought nachos for us to munch on. I take the nachos and he sits down next to me again. We make idle chit chat until the game begins again.
At the end of the 7th inning, we've scored another run so we now lead, 4-0. The Mets are currently batting and I'm hoping the Braves can keep the Mets from scoring. They've had plenty of chances but it's all been fruitless so far.
I begin to hear the cheering escalate above us in the stands. I don't think too much of it as I figure they're cheering on the pitcher, hoping to get the last out to end the 8th. The cheering continues to get louder and then my dad elbows my arm. I look at him and get startled when I see Homer.
Homer, the mascot, reaches his hand toward me. Looking at my dad again in surprise, unsure what the mascot could want with me.
"Go, Bella"
"Go where?"
He doesn't answer, instead he reaches into his pocket. It's then I understand what he's done and can't contain my laugh.
"I can't believe you did this dad, I'm so embarrassed!"
"I know you still love me and won't hold it against me though."
I laugh again, "Of course, I wouldn't."
Putting my hand into the mascot's hand, I let him/her help me up and go stand next to Homer. My dad gets up as well and hands the camera, which was hidden in his pocket, to Homer.
"Not going to me up on your shoulders dad?"
I tried my hardest not to laugh, but the look on my dad's face was just too much!
"I'm kidding dad, just come over so we can take the picture and get back to watching the game."
Dad comes over to me and puts his arm around my waist. We've got the field behind us as Homer takes the picture. We end up taking several. Me with Homer, my dad with Homer, and then one with the three of us. Thankful there was a willing fan in our section.
Once all the pictures are done, we thank Homer and take our seats again. I'm sad when the end of the game comes. We won the game 4-1, but it's bittersweet as my dad has to leave in the morning to head home.
We decided to stay for the 4th of July fireworks show in the stadium and let the traffic lessen a bit. It's pitch dark out, the stadium lights are on, and the fireworks are amazing. I'm currently leaning back in my seat, my feet on the back of the seat in front of me, and my head resting on my dad's shoulder.
"Thank you for this dad. Spending this time with you, I didn't realize how much I missed home."
I feel my dad place a quick kiss on my head. We don't say anything else and just enjoy the fireworks.
Getting up, my dad extends his hand and gives me a slight bow.
"How about we go to dinner and you be my date?"
Standing up, I give him a smile, small curtsy, and reply.
"I'd be delighted."
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We're at the same restaurant Angela and I went to before. The same one that I dreamt of Edward. I think I'm blushing as we sit, dad is looking at me with questions in his eyes. I immediately grab my menu the waitress gave me and look down to avoid eye contact.
I'm so engrossed in the menu and staring at it to avoid dad's questions, but I don't miss the voice. My heart rate immediately spikes and I feel my face and neck begin to get hot. Before looking up, I begin to chant over and over in my head.
Please don't let this be a dream!
Please don't let this be a dream!
Please don't let this be a dream!
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A/N
Let's all chant with Bella!
Please don't let this be a dream!
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