Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is the sequel to Alice's Discovery. If you haven't read that, go and read it! I mean, you don't really need to, and it's not completely necessary, but it would be helpful. If you have read Alice's Discovery, then welcome! Read and Review, people! Thanks!
My truck rumbled down the road, with Edward at the wheel. He always insisted that he drive at night. He said it was because he had better night vision, and he was probably right. But that didn't make me feel any better about sitting idly by, and watching him push my truck to the brink. This wasn't the Volvo.
"Edward, this is not the Volvo, you can't push this truck so hard. One of these days, it's going t…" I was cut off by a large groaning sound coming from under the hood of my truck. My mouth dropped open, and I glared at Edward. He gazed back at me, his look truly apologetic, as he pulled the truck over to the shoulder. He climbed out of the truck, but not before ordering specific directions for me to stay in the cab. Fine by me, I had the distinct feeling that I was going to attack him if I got out. How many times had I told him to take it easy with the truck? How many times had I begged to drive because he abused my truck? Too many. And now, here we were, sitting on the side of the road, with smoke pouring out from the front end.
He lifted the hood, and stepped back. Then he slid a small silver cell phone from his back pocket, and called someone. I think I heard the name Rosalie thrown in there somewhere, and that was exactly what I needed to hear. Rosalie had a gift with cars. Maybe she could figure this one out. Edward got back into the truck, and immediately began a litany of apologies. He looked at me with his golden eyes, and who was I to care? I had Edward, and no amount of trucks could change the way I felt about him. He was forgiven almost right away.
We sat in the cab talking for awhile, and then Rosalie screamed up in her red convertible. She got gracefully out of the car, all decked out in a cherry red mechanic's suit, and toting a large toolbox. Edward was out of the truck before she reached the front of it, and so was I. I wanted to know what was going on. Rosalie clicked her tongue when she got a close look at it. She told Edward to run me home. Edward sighed deeply.
"Why can't we take your convertible Rosalie? It would be more comfortable for Bella." He waited impatiently while she answered.
"Edward, I have to get back home, and I can't drive the truck. There's something seriously wrong with it, and I know you stay all night at Bella's house. Call us in the morning, and someone will come and get you. Now go, I have to work on this." She turned away from him, and started to pull tools out of the toolbox. Edward sighed loudly, again, and turned to throw me on his back. I clutched tightly to his solid body as we ran, the wind blowing swiftly through my hair, whipping across my face. Edward talked to me while we were moving, his voice obviously excited. Sometimes I think he's happiest when he's running.
We reached my house, and he gently set me down. He walked me up to the door, with his hand in mine. Charlie opened the door, and greeted me, but left Edward out in the cold. I threw a look at Charlie, and he stiffly said hello to Edward. He then lumbered off toward the living room, where I could hear some sort of sporting event blaring from the TV. Edward kissed me on the cheek.
"I'll meet you in your room." He whispered so only I could hear. I nodded, and then I was nodding to air, which looked pretty stupid. I turned and closed the door.
"Char- I mean, dad?" The living room was warm, and I could feel heat emanating from the kitchen.
"Yeah, Bells. How was your day?" He was always really interested in what I did all day at the Cullens. I never had anything to tell him. Not anything that wouldn't give them away, at that rate.
"Uh. It was really interesting." Interesting was a fairly accurate description. How could I tell Charlie that my good friend Alice had found fan fiction on the internet about Edward and me falling in love, and the fact that all of the Cullens were vampires with amazing supernatural abilities? I couldn't, that's how.
"I noticed that your truck isn't here. Where is it?" Charlie wasn't one to dodge something that needed to be addressed.
"It broke down. Edward called Rosalie, and she came to fix it. He took me home in her convertible. She said she'd have it fixed soon." Charlie's bushy eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"It broke down? That thing was so sturdy." He sounded puzzled.
"Yeah. Listen dad, I think I'm going to go to bed. It's been a really long day, especially here at the end, with the truck breaking down." I yawned for theatrical effect. He seemed to believe me.
"Okay, Bells, go on to bed. I'm going to go fishing tomorrow, so are you going to spend the day with the Cullens again?"
"Yeah, I thought I would. I always have fun over there. Alice did a lot with me today." I gestured to the radically expensive outfit that Alice had insisted on shoving me into. Three thousand dollar shirt and all. Yeah.
Charlie looked me over. "Yeah, she does make you over a lot. You look nice Bells, see you tomorrow." He turned back to the TV. I climbed the stairs two at a time to get to my room. I flung open the door, and Edward was lounging on my bed.
"Hey, beautiful." He held out his arms for me. I flew into them. He wrapped them around me, and I felt utterly safe. His icy hand slid across my back, and into the strap on my tank top. I ran my fingers along his neck, and pressed a line of kisses into it, leading all the way down to his collarbone. He groaned, and sat up. I slid off of him, and onto the quilt. He sighed.
"Why do you have to be so tempting? It's really not fair." He ran his fingers through his hair, and turned to look at me. He lifted his hand and caressed my face. I smiled at him.
"I need to take a shower like no other." I leaped off my bed, and grabbed my pajamas. I slunk over to the door, and turned to look at him. "Don't go anywhere while I'm gone."
Once in the bathroom, I had a hard time decided what I was going to do with my hair. On one hand, it looked really good. On the other, I really needed to shower. In the end, I sat in a tub, with my head sticking out. When I took it out in the morning, it would look wavy. With my stick straight hair, wavy was a luxury. I bathed, got out and tossed on my pajamas. I carefully folded the expensive shirt, and gingerly carried it into my room. What was I going to do with this?
Edward was still in the same position on my bed as he was when I left. I tried not to laugh, but it was funny. His head was turned to the side, and his chest was sticking out. His hand was in the air, like he was going to touch me. I saw his eyes move, and he broke the pose.
"You don't have to take me literally, you know. You can…you know, walk around my room."
"Your room is the size of a cocktail napkin. Not much walking to be done, darling." He smiled cheekily at me. Then I caught sight of something fluttering around my window.
"Edward, there's a moth!" I'm sort of deathly frightened of moths. "Kill it, please! Kill it" I danced around, trying to tell myself not to freak out. I failed. It flew toward me, as if my fear were a bug attracting lamp. I shrieked, and dodged out of the way. I heard a crunching noise, and saw Edward's fist in the air. He opened it, and the moth's corpse fell out. "Go wash your hands" I instructed him.
"What? There's nothing on them." He reached out to touch my cheek. I whipped my head to the side.
"Because I don't want to be caressed with bug guts, that's why. Now go." I pointed my finger in the general direction of the bathroom. He was out of my door, and back in less than 20 seconds. "Did you wash with soap?" I questioned his hand washing abilities.
"Yes, mom." He towed me over toward the bed, and laid down with me. "Now you need to go to sleep, we have a big day of party planning tomorrow.
Oh joy. Party planning.