A/N: hey everyone. here's my first all human story. hope you like it!
"This is stupid, Alice," I heard Bella mutter from the other side of her bedroom door.
"No it's not!" Alice shrieked, feigning offense. I winced. I could hear Alice's voice fine without pressing my ear to the door.
"Seriously," Bella huffed, using a tone I knew all too well. Next, she would cross her arms and roll her eyes. It wasn't because I had x-ray vision and could see through the door that I knew—Bella was just so predictable that I didn't have to. "I don't see the point of this," she continued. "I'm just going to read this later and feel ridiculous. Why should I put so much time and effort into something that could—and will—come back to bite me in the butt?"
I had to muffle my laughter. That was typical Bella. In the seven years that we had been best friends, she had never liked doing anything that would, in any way, make her the center of attention or embarrass her. Of course, this was partly because she had trouble walking in a straight line on an open sidewalk for more than three minutes at a time, but that was beside the point.
In any case, she was glad, at least for now, that Driver's Ed had escaped her this year. She had turned 15 in the beginning of our sophomore year of High School, so she was young for our grade. But that had never mattered. We'd always been best friends anyway.
Then last year, my cousin Alice had come to live in Forks, and became friends with Bella and I. Alice was a bit more eccentric than Bella, but she didn't seem to mind, so neither did I. We hung out with Alice a lot, but we always made sure that there was enough 'Edward-Bella time' for us two best friends to hang out.
Even so, lately I had started thinking of 'Edward-Bella time' more as 'let's confuse Edward time'.
I wasn't sure why, but I had recently found myself looking at Bella differently. Noticing more things. Like the way her long, mahogany hair waved as the wind rippled through it. How her sparkling chocolate eyes danced as the corners of her mouth twitched up into a smile. The way her blush infiltrated the paleness of her cheeks when she was embarrassed.
As soon as I thought these irrational things, I quickly banished them from my mind. I didn't—and wouldn't—think about her that way. The only feelings I had ever and would ever feel for her were friendship.
At least, that's what I had been trying to convince myself since the beginning of the year.
Inside Bella's room, the battle raged on.
"Oh, come on Bella, please?" Alice begged. "It's already written. Just let me take it home, and you'll never have to see it again until you graduate from Forks High. Think of it as a time capsule."
"Alice…" Bella moaned.
After a little more groaning and a lot more begging, Bella finally gave in.
"Yay!" Alice sang. "Thank you, Bella! Thus is going to be so much fun!"
"If you mean 'fun' as in getting eaten alive by an angry crocodile, then yeah, sure. Fun," Bella agreed darkly under her breath. I chuckled.
Alice pretended not to hear her. "Oh, and don't worry. I won't let Edward see it, even if he is listening outside the door right now."
I should have known better than to hide from Alice. I opened the door with my hands held up over my head. Bella laughed, sending tingles down my spine. Stupid hormones.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know, Edward," she said jokingly.
"Well then it's a good thing they have nine lives. And that I'm not a cat."
Alice rolled her eyes at us. "You two are quite a pair."
"You know what they say," I prompted, winking at Bella. "Edward and Bella—"
"Together forever!" she finished.
I smiled at our cheesy catchphrase. It was something we had made up one day after graduating from elementary school. Bella was worried that because we were moving to a different school, our friendship would end. To convince her otherwise, I made up what turned out to be our motto. No need to tell her that it took on a whole new meaning to me now.
I shook my head, bringing myself out of thought I should not have been thinking. Bella was talking to Alice and myself.
"…go home so soon, but I have to get started on dinner for me and Charlie… God forbid that man try to cook something himself when he gets home." She shuddered and made a face.
"Well if he does, you know where I live," I told her. Smarter people than Bella had been forced to endure their parent's cooking. I was proud to say that my house had been a safe haven for her on such occasions. She nodded seriously, accepting my offer.
"Bye, Bella," Alice and I said, stepping out the door.
"Bye, guys. See you later."
As soon as Bella had closed the front door and we were halfway down the block, Alice stopped me.
"Okay, Edward," she said, taking out a piece of paper with Bella's handwriting on both sides, "I have a job for you. See this paper?" she asked, wagging it in front of my face. I nodded dumbly.
"Good to know you're not blind," she muttered. "Anyway, I need you to take this to the post office. Tell the guy working there to hand this to any guy our age that walks by."
"Only make sure he's cute," she continued, considering something for a minute. "Yes, and make sure he's not a bubble-brain. And don't forget hot—ugly would be very bad."
"But anyway, tell him all that. And be quick about it. Because Bella's not supposed to know about this yet."
"Why not? And—"
"Don't ask question! You're wasting time, man! Just go!" She gave me an exasperated sigh. "You know, sometimes you can make things so difficult, Edward."
I raised my hand. Hopefully she would respond better to non-verbal interruptions.
I gulped. For someone so small, Alice would look very dangerous. "Well, why don't you do it?" I managed to ask.
Alice rolled her eyes at me. Obviously there was some critical fact that I had overlooked.
"If I do it, Bella will suspect something. But If you go, then she'll never know!" I raised an eyebrow at her.
She shrugged. "Plus the post office is in the opposite direction of my house, and I need to get home."
I hesitated for a minute, then decided that I could risk asking on more question. "But…why? What is it for? Why are you doing this?" I paused, and then looked at the ground sheepishly. "I thought it was supposed to be a time capsule or something."
I chanced a glance up at Alice's face. She was shaking her head back and forth at my pityingly.
"Edward, why would I have Bella make a time capsule?" she asked incredulously, as if I had asked her why trees can't dance the conga.
"But I thought—"
"You have a lot to learn, Edward," she said. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but if you can promise to keep it a secret and not say anything to Bella…"
"I promise," I agreed hastily without thinking.
"Okay," she decided hesitantly. "Well, Bella's life here in Forks has been pretty uneventful so far. Sorry," she apologized quickly when she saw that I was about to protest," but it's true. So I thought, you know, to jazz things up a bit, I'd have her write a letter telling all about her self. Her likes, her dislikes, that kind of thing."
I was still confused. "But how would that 'jazz things up a bit'?"
She groaned. "I'm telling you! Maybe if you'd just shut up for a second, I could finish!"
I put a hand over my mouth.
"Where was I? Oh yeah, the letter," she said to herself. "So instead of putting that letter in a time capsule like I told her, I planned on giving it to a guy here in Forks! Then, if the postman gives the letter to an honorable guy, Bella can have something like a secret admirer! Well, that's only if he keeps his identity a secret…but anyway, she'll have a boyfriend, which is my goal. Don't worry," Alice said, glancing briefly at me, "I checked her letter to make sure it was any good." She smiled at me soothingly.
But Alice had misinterpreted my expression. Instead of worry, I would bet my college savings that my face held absolute shock.
"Alice, Bella wouldn't want that!"
"She doesn't know she doesn't want that. If she knew, then she might want it. But since she doesn't, that means she doesn't know whether she wants it or not."
I stared at her blankly.
"Boys," she muttered. "Anyway, I really have to go now." Before I would say anything, she shoved the piece of paper into my hand and ran toward her house. "Bye!" she called over her shoulder. With that, she was gone.
I stared at the note, holding it cautiously away from my body as if it were a hand grenade.
I had absolutely no idea what to do. There was, of course, the obvious choice: to do what Alice said. It would be easy enough to hand the paper to Mr. McGillicudy, the elderly man who ran the post office. Forks was such a small town that I had gotten to know just about everyone over the years. It would be simple, and then Alice would have no reason to bust my chops about it later.
But for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Hot, angry blood pulsed through my veins at the thought of some random guy hitting on Bella; it was wrong on so many levels. How could Alice not see that?
And there was so much more to Bella than could be written in a single letter. A single letter couldn't explain how she slept with her pajamas inside out and backwards in hope of a snow day the next morning. A single letter couldn't explain how, every night, she would make a wish on the first star she saw. A single letter wouldn't explain how, if she had the choice, she would make it mandatory to eat at least a little chocolate with every meal.
A single letter, I decided, couldn't possibly explain how very important Bella was to me.
In that instant, I made a snap decision without consciously knowing I had done so. My hand clenched around the letter, and I burst into a sprint.
When I got home I went straight to my room, not even stopping to notice the sweet aroma of whatever my mother Esme was making for dinner.
I shut my door, locking it behind me. Then I opened the letter and started to read.
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