Em & Lu x
The minute I walked downstairs, still groggy from a restless night's sleep, Jasper was all over me.
"Emmett, good morning. I was wondering if you'll do me a favour – as I'm just having a chat with Alice here, and Edward and Bella still haven't emerged from their den of sin, would you take Rosalie some breakfast?"
I had begun to laugh at his comment about Edward and Bella, judging by the noises I had heard from them last night, 'den of sin' was certainly the correct phrase. However, my amusement was marred with disbelief at what he had just asked me to do.
I shook my head quickly, "Look Jazzy, I'll do you a deal. How about you go out in the woods and catch the she-wolf's breakfast, and I'll sit here and chat with little Alice."
He rolled his eyes, obviously not having any of it, and I slunk off into the kitchen, reasoning that it would probably be good for Alice to talk to Jasper.
I decided cereal was probably the safest bet, and poured her a bowl of Cornflakes (the healthiest option available in our badly stocked kitchen). I searched around in the many cupboards until I finally found a tray on which to place the bowl and a small glass of orange juice, before slowly making my way up the stairs, taking extra caution not to drop anything.
When I finally reached our floor, I knocked on the door twice with my foot and waited until Rose shouted 'Come in..." to enter.
She was sat up in bed, her laptop balanced on her lap as I walked in. "Good morning Rosalie." I began, trying to at least sound cheerful, "I've brought you some breakfast."
She nodded, a gesture which I took to mean thank you, as she expressed no verbal gratitude.
She moved her laptop off her lap, and I replaced it with the tray. She didn't move to eat or speak and I stood for a while waiting for her to acknowledge me before I realised that she was waiting for me to leave so that she could eat.
I'd read somewhere once that people suffering or recovering from an eating disorder often struggled to eat in front of people, and although her eating the soup last night had been very courageous, I suspected that it would still take some time to get used to it.
I backed out of the room slowly, only stopping for a moment before I shut the door behind me, "Hey Rose..."
She looked up quizzically.
"What do you call a blonde with two brain cells?"
She rolled her eyes, "What?"
It was obvious that she was trying to look annoyed, but even as she glared at me, I could see that the corners of her lips were pulling into a smile, betraying her cold facade.
I had to talk to Edward. As in, have an actual conversation with him.
Aside from the fact that I was completely terrified of him, we had absolutely nothing in common – what would I talk to him about?
I nervously expressed this concern to Jasper, after Emmett had left, and he laughed gently.
"Alice, you're here aren't you – that's something in common. Go with it!"
I sighed and stood up, carrying my dirty plate back into the kitchen, "I'll try..."
I washed and dried the plate, stacking it back in the cupboard then went to my room to sketch for a while.
After an hour or so, I began to worry. The house was surprisingly quiet. Realising this, I headed upstairs, wanting to check on Rosalie and make sure Emmett hadn't said anything stupid to her earlier.
However, when I opened the door she didn't look at all irate. In fact, if I didn't know better, I might even have said that she seemed happy.
I said hello quietly, and smiled timidly at her, as I stood in the doorway, feeling a bit awkward.
She smiled back. It was a small smile, but a smile nonetheless. I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me, "You seem more cheerful."
She shrugged, but her lips lifted at the corners again, revealing a smile. I noticed that she looked much more healthy this morning than she had yesterday – she had a little colour in her cheeks, and has obviously washed and dried her hair because it once again looked silky and soft a big improvement on the straw like texture it had recently taken on.
"I'm feeling more cheerful today actually." She said, "In fact, I'd like to get up in a moment. I know the doctor said bed rest, but I do feel quite a lot better."
I shook my head sadly, "I don't think you're quite there yet Rosalie... But maybe ask Jasper tomorrow?"
She nodded, frowning. "Mmm. One more day won't hurt I suppose."
I was glad she hadn't argued with me – I didn't think I'd be able to cope with the confrontation, and she seemed like the confrontational type. But perhaps she sensed this, as she let it go and instead began to question me about what was going on in the rest of the house.
I shrugged, "Not much really. Bella and Edward haven't emerged from what Jasper has now dubbed their 'den of sin'... Emmett's disappeared, I think maybe he's in the garden because I heard the back door open earlier, and Jasper's retreated to his office."
She frowned, obviously unsatisfied with my lack of gossip.
"What about you?" She asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing really." I responded. "I did some sketching, but I'm slightly lacking in inspiration to be honest... I talked to Jasper a little bit this morning. He wants me to have a conversation with Edward."
Rose arched an eyebrow, "Why?"
I shrugged nervously, "To help me get more comfortable around him I guess... I'm not sure."
She laughed, "Well, good luck with that..."
I smiled weakly. I was definitely going to need luck.
She looked back down at her laptop, and I realised I had been dismissed.
Just as I was shutting the door however, she called me back, "Hey, Alice... Just ask Jasper for me, could I come and sit on the sofa downstairs for an hour?"
I nodded, "Yeah. I'll ask."
"Come on Edward. Get up..." I tried to shake him awake, but he just rolled onto his other side, bitching at me sleepily.
I rolled my eyes.
"It's after lunch. Come on."
Still no response.
I gave up, slamming the door behind me as loudly as I could a heading downstairs.
I had tried to wake Edward up over an hour ago, and since then, while he slept on, I had showered and changed, not wanting the others to think we'd been in her fucking all day as well as all night.
I grabbed breakfast... Well, lunch, and sat down in the living room to watch TV, laughing at Edward as he dragged himself into the kitchen minutes later, looking like death warmed up.
I flipped to an old Friends rerun, and tucked into my sandwich.
Moments later, Edward joined me. He slouched into the comfortable sofa right next to me and slung one arm around my neck, using the other one to eat the slice of toast he'd brought with him from the kitchen.
I scowled as he devoured it hungrily, dropping crumbs all over himself and me, "You couldn't have grabbed a plate for that?"
He shrugged and grinned lazily, "To much effort..."
I hit him around the head playfully and snuggled closer into his side, turning my attention to the TV.
A short while later, Alice slipped into the room and sat down on the chair across the room. She smiled at me timidly, and I grinned back, not missing the mistrustful look she threw Edward's way.
She seemed as though she wanted to say something, but I didn't ask. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to push her or not. I mean, on the one hand, encouragement could be good for her. But I knew she wasn't comfortable in Edward's presence, so I didn't want to push her too far.
In the end, I needn't have worried. After a long moment, she took a deep breath and spoke, "So... Are you planning on doing anything today?"
I shrugged, "I'm not really sure, I mean, there's not a lot to do around here..."
She nodded in agreement, "It is pretty boring."
"You've got that right. I guess there's the woods and shit, if you're into nature..." I was about to elaborate when a voice behind me interrupted me.
I looked around to see Jasper stood in the doorway leading from the kitchen to the living room, "Bella, could I see you in my office for a little while please?"
I frowned, unsure of what this would be about. I hoped that I wasn't in trouble about last night with Edward. I knew we had been quite loud, but there was no one else even on the same floor as us... Surely we couldn't be heard.
I shot Edward a worried look as I stood to follow Jasper, but all he did was shrug. He didn't seem at all worried, which reassured me. I was obviously over thinking things.
When we reached his office, Jasper shut the door behind me, and was quick to assure me that I shouldn't worry. "You're not in trouble Bella. Don't worry..."
I shrugged, "I'm not worried."
He laughed and raised an eyebrow, "Ok. But you do look extremely guilty. Should I be worried?"
I shook my head, "Not at all..."
He eyed me carefully for a moment before moving on, "Truth be told, I don't have a real reason for asking you in here, other than the fact that I'm trying to encourage Alice to talk with Edward a little. I think it could be beneficial for her. She seems to be almost scared of him."
I nodded, "I noticed that. It's ok. I don't mind hanging out in here for a while to let them chat."
I looked around the room, noticing how sparsely decorated it was, and the sheer weirdness of the situation we were in really hit home. "Jasper, is it normal for people to do therapy like this? In a random house?"
He shrugged, "Not really. I don't think it's something that's be done before. I mean, there's been group therapy. That's already been proven to help. But given that you're all fairly high profile people, in particular yourself and Emmett have had a lot of press recently, it just made sense to do it this way. Rather than you travelling to therapy once a week for the next however many months, you can get around the real basics now."
I nodded, "Makes sense I guess. I suppose we couldn't really go to a group therapy session with regular people."
He laughed, "I don't think that would work out so well, no. And anyway, hopefully this week will give you some much needed peace in the middle of all the drama and chaos going on in your lives. I think some of you just need space to think."
I tried to decide who he meant by 'some of you', and decided that perhaps he was talking about Edward. I didn't ask though, he probably wasn't supposed to tell me. I'm sure there's some sort of confidentially in play there somewhere.
"So, Bella. Tell me how you're doing? Are you feeling ready to go back home in a few days?"
I sighed. I knew this was coming. There was no way he would waste an opportunity like this. I thought about not answering him, about changing the subject, swiftly.
But, in the long run, what good would that do me. It'd be better if I could face my fears.
"Well... I guess I'm nearly there..."
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