|How the Story Ends
Author: 24-7reader PM
Bella goes to college in Chicago in an effort to escape from her inane life and, while cleaning out an old house, finds a diary written by Edward Masen. What will a certain Cullen do when he finds out? All characters belong to Stephenie MeyerRated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Humor - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 13 - Words: 13,783 - Reviews: 113 - Favs: 63 - Follows: 78 - Updated: 08-16-10 - Published: 06-27-09 - id: 5171289
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Next Chapter! :D Unfortunately I don't know when I'll be able to update again. I'm starting college and so you'll have to be patient. Please Enjoy~
The first day he didn't show I expected it. The second day I grew nervous. On the third day with storm clouds filling the sky and still no Edward I was thoroughly wretched. He must be blaming himself or thought I couldn't stand the mere mention of him. I felt horrible. Unable to stay away any longer I got in my truck and drove to his apartment.
I realized the first day that Edward was not at all required to go to a funeral. I put myself in his place and realized what an awkward position it was. He didn't know Lizzy. He met her once before her death. And he's just gotten to know me. What would make him want to come to a funeral where the only person he would know would be sobbing? Plus, now that I thought about it, I don't think I ever truly invited him or asked him to come. I can't expect Edward to read my thoughts and get mad when he doesn't.
It took me ten minutes once I got there to summon the courage to talk to him. Perhaps he didn't want to talk to me. Maybe he was avoiding me because he couldn't stand the mention of me. With a great sigh I walked up to the apartment and knocked. Thinking I was ready to face him, I was relieved to see that it was a young woman who answered the door.
"Hello," she practically sang, "You must be Bella."
I winced, his whole family seemed to know me. I cleared my throat, "Y-yes, is Edward here?"
I could nearly see her pity for me. Her eyes flashed to the room behind her and I almost knew that Edward was there. He just didn't want to see me. "I'm sorry dear, he isn't home."
I nodded and thought over my next words. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was about how I reacted but I wasn't going to tell his whole family about it. I took a deep breath, "Could you tell him that there's still more to the story?"
She smiled at me and replied, "Of course I can."
"Thanks," I murmured as I walked away. This didn't help at all. Edward didn't want me in his life.
Slowly I walked down the stairs to my car. As I stepped outside it started to rain. A few stray drops of water hit me but I could care less. I couldn't cry so the sky was crying for me. I shook my head. Any more of those kind of thoughts and I'd be slitting my wrists. I should be pining for a boy I just met, right? Too bad I was and couldn't stop.
The drive home was morbid enough to scare away the happiest person on earth. I was glaring at the road in front of me and was not at all sympathetic when I almost hit two people crossing the road.
The only thing that shook me out of my daze was the silver Volvo sitting innocently in my driveway. I slammed on my brakes and stared in shock as I climbed out.
"Edward?" I called out hesitantly.
The boy in question climbed out of the car and strode over to me. "Bella, I'm so sorry. I should not have behaved so wrongly."
I tackled him with a hug, but before I could register what I had done I stepped away. Was I too forward? A friend could hug another friend right? I ignored these questions and said, "No, I'm sorry. I overreacted." I paused, squinting up at him in the rain, "Would you like to come in out of the rain?"
He smiled, my favorite crooked smile, "It would be an honor."
I led him inside with almost giddy relief. I was ready to put such an awful fight in the past where it belonged; Forgotten and collecting dust. As I entered inside I realized the mess my house had become. I had stopped the cleaning frenzy when Edward left. I shook my head. I was a mess.
We sat at the table across from each other. Edward stared at me for a moment in a way that made me blush and then asked, "So have you read anymore entries?"
I looked up at him, embarrassed, "No, I uh, didn't get to it." I wondered why he was asking.
Edward studied me again and his face fell, "This is so wrong Bella."
Confused by the turn of conversation I asked what any confused person would ask, "What are you talking about?"
He looked at me sadly for some reason, "I shouldn't have such an effect on you."
Now, I could have easily responded angrily that it had nothing to do with him, but I was a horrible liar, especially around Edward. Instead I flushed and responded, "I'm fine."
He gave me a disbelieving look and I sighed. The career of an actress was a definite out. "Look, there's nothing you can do so can we just forget it?"
He leaned back, which made me realize how close he had been, "Well, I don't think I can stay away from you anyway, so I suppose it's moot point."
I tried not to look relieved and probably failed but Edward didn't let on. Conversation flowed easier from there. I knew it was still bothering him by how obsessed I was. I would be creeped out by some random girl going into nearly lethal depression because she didn't see him for three days. Eventually the sun set and Edward got up to leave. I saw him to the door.
"So I'll read some more entries and see you at the usual time?" I asked, trying not to sound too infatuated.
He smiled, dazzling me in the process. Then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. He reached out and stroked my cheek, a swift caress. I smiled at the icy hot streak his hand had left behind. I fell asleep with a smile still on my face.
I had strange dreams that night. Edward stood before me in old style clothes. They were the clothes I had seen in the picture of Edward Masen. I smiled involuntarily. The connection between them seemed to dissolve in my dream. Cullen and Masen weren't two different people. They were the same.
I stepped forward, gladly accepting this impossible reality. Then Edward smiled seductively, reaching out to me. His perfect smile was not so perfect but had pointed fangs and his mesmerizing golden eyes were dark, black and menacing. He was dangerous and I couldn't stop moving forward.
Yay for dreams~ She's starting to piece everything together, at least on a subconscious level. ^_^ Please review.