sorry for the late update but this chapter is longer than the others. enjoy and please leave a review. it'll make my holiday more special than usual.
disclaimer- twilight, new moon, eclipse and breaking dawn belong to stephenie meyer. the idea for this story doesn't belong to me either
It was irrational of course, to be feeling anguish over a woman Edward didn't even know. Her words, her tears, her face though would all be his undoing sooner or later. He just wished he would see her again except he hoped there would be a difference in her mood.
He could distinctly remember the events that had unfolded in front of his eyes only minutes ago. The woman hadn't seen his face as Jasper pulled up in Emmett's Jeep beside his own car. She didn't even glance at him when he got out of the Volvo and stood for several seconds as he watched her in confusion and sadness. She didn't take the chance to realize that there were two cars right next to hers as Edward called for a tow truck while he reluctantly sat himself in the back of the Jeep.
He would thank her for that later.
As Jasper drove quietly through the deserted street, Edward stared out the window and let the wind blow his hair in disarray. The air felt cool and soothing against his face. It calmed him but not to the point where he felt at ease.
Not one of them said a word not even Emmett who had his own worries to brood about. Jasper continued his quick and anxious glances at the two men but he was wise enough to grasp that there was no reason to ask anything of them if they wouldn't talk on their own.
The silence was uncomfortable, to say the least although it wasn't anything that they each hadn't dealt with before. When the air became too uncomfortable, Emmett broke it with a loud sigh.
"I mean, come on. Couldn't the idiot have gotten the joke? Even his fiancee was in on it. I wonder why she just doesn't let a moron like him go," Emmett boomed.
"I asked her the same thing but as always she avoided the question," Edward answered dryly. If he hadn't seen the woman, this would have been a conversation that he would've been too happy to have.
"What'd you say her name was again?"
Edward ran his fingers through his hair. "Rosalie Hale, although I prefer calling her Ice Queen."
Jasper sniggered at that. "Yeah, I would agree. When she was talking to me after the embarrassing ordeal on Emmett's part, she yelled quite a bit and told me to 'grow up'." He shook his head. "A good joke never gets appreciated."
Edward unintentionally grinned. "Next time you see Ice Queen, don't mention me. She's a friend of mine now and I would hate for you two to ruin this strange companionship we've struck up."
Neither of them noticed Emmett's eyes as they widened. "What?"
Chancing a fleeting look at Emmett's face, they both burst out in loud laughter.
"If your eyes get any wider, I wouldn't be surprised if they looked like hotdogs," Jasper admitted. "What's with your sudden interest in Rosalie Hale's life anyway? It's not like you've got any chance with her."
When Edward's laughter died down, he added, "Jasper's right, you know. Rosalie's never going to give up her engagement with Royce King no matter how miserable her life is. With Ice Queen, it's all about vanity."
Emmett's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he blinked. "Vanity? What are you talking about?"
Exchanging a quick glance with Edward, Jasper fished something that looked oddly like a crumpled newspaper out of the glove compartment and whirled it at Emmett's awestruck face. On the front cover was undoubtedly a picture of Rosalie Hale and Royce King holding hands. Edward, if he knew Emmett well, saw something similar to fury blazing in his eyes.
"Apparently, arranged marriages are back in fashion. Royce King, the royalty of Rochester"-Edward raised an eyebrow-"set his sights on Rosalie the first moment he saw her at his bank with her dad. And now, they are planning to have a very lavish wedding."
"Sounds very archaic to me," Emmett commented with a shrug. "But what does this have to do with Rosalie's vanity?"
Edward ran his fingers through his hair again. What was going on with Emmett tonight? Why did he care? "Ice Queen's not so innocent in the situation herself. She hasn't told me but I think I can guess her reasoning behind all of this." He hesitated. "Rosalie wants to have a fairytale lifestyle and with royalty like King in her life, there's no doubt that she's going to get what she wants."
"Okay," Emmett answered. He was lost in his thoughts again.
Silence was the only sound that reverberated through the air now and Edward couldn't help but wonder about the woman again. Something had to be seriously wrong in her life if she'd been that upset.
Her words sounded through the night sky as if they were being spoken in his ear.
"This can't be happening to me," she'd said.
"Edward?" Emmett's voice was quiet for once.
"Yes?" Edward answered as he was pulled away from his thoughts.
"What's going on with you? You've been awfully quiet."
Edward could've said the same thing to Emmett. "I've just been thinking."
"I don't know exactly. It's just been so confusing." Edward breathed out a sigh. "I've been a doctor for the past four years of my life and I hadn't even realized it until now."
"What's got you in such hullabaloo?"
Edward couldn't help but laugh. "That doesn't make any sense. You know that right?"
Emmett just pulled up one shoulder and let go. "I know but it was dictionary dot com's word of the day and you look as if your head's going to explode."
"I was just thinking about my life compared to the way other people live. My world is perfect and luxurious but I can't help but think it's incomplete. Rosalie Hale, she has everything made out for her but whenever I see her walk into the hospital, she's never happy until she sees me and I don't think I deserve her smile. I've taken so many things for granted while others are happy with the small things they have in life. I feel so disgusted with myself."
Jasper chuckled. "Why are you getting so philosophical? Isn't that my place of expertise?"
Edward grinned. "Right."
The Jeep halted to a sudden stop. Emmett jumped out and ruffled Edward's hair out of habit, though there was something wrong with the way he did it. He opened the front door to their house and instantly went into the kitchen. Jasper and Edward lingered behind.
"I'll pick up your Volvo while you're asleep at ten in the morning."
"Oh, and Edward?"
Edward turned his head to see that Jasper was still standing at the front door.
"When Emmett's not around, you have got to tell my why you're having thoughts like that. Shouldn't you be worrying about a goodnight's bout of sleep instead?"
Chuckling, Edward said, "I should but I'm not and you don't have to worry about me."
"Get some sleep, man. You look like you could use some."
Absently, Edward nodded his head, his thoughts already flying a mile a minute.
Despite the fact that he should've fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, Edward couldn't help but feel wide awake. After the day's events, he wasn't surprised that sleep evaded him. It wasn't something that happened often but he was used to it now. The day had been filled with an excitement he didn't know existed though he could clearly see himself telling Emmett all this who would just shake his head and say he didn't know the true meaning of excitement.
Edward sighed again for what felt like the millionth time and sat up on the bed. Trying to sleep would be a waste of time while he could be doing better things. So instead, he pulled out the television remote from underneath his pillow and sifted through the TV stations. After rolling his eyes on several of the late night shows, he settled on a rerun of Scrubs. If only life at a hospital was like that, he thought. Life, however, wasn't like an episode of a soap opera or a sitcom. People didn't learn a life altering lesson after every day of their lives. There were no fairytale endings like Rosalie Hale hoped.
Edward shook his head furiously. What had gotten into him? All because of some woman he would probably never see in his life ever again? It was New York and Edward felt disgusted with himself again.
When morning came and the sun wasn't shining, Edward knew he would be in for a rough day. For one, he regretted watching television instead of sleeping like he should have. Secondly, he could just hear the words "I told you so" coming out of Jasper's mouth. At least, he would now have his Volvo to look forward to.
He glanced sideways at the clock that displayed it was already ten thirty. Groaning, he turned away from the blaring red numbers and made patterns in the walls that weren't there. After what felt like hours, Edward decided to take a shower. He walked into his attached bathroom and let the scalding hot water relax his stiff muscles. It was soothing him and he was feeling more awake than he had in days. He closed his eyes, allowing the droplets to run until all of the hot water ran out.
Edward stepped out of the shower, threw his clothes into the hamper and dressed in a long sleeved collared shirt and jeans. Two days of no work excited and bored him at the same time. Look on the bright side, he thought, at least you get to hang out with Jasper and Emmett.
When he walked into the kitchen, Jasper was sitting at the dining table with a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. "Morning," he greeted.
"Where's Emmett?" Edward asked, turning his head toward the living room where Emmett usually sat in the mornings.
"Don't know. He woke before I did. That's a first, isn't it?" Jasper said without taking his eyes off of the words on the paper.
"There must be a blue moon tonight."
Honestly, if he had to guess, Emmett was at some place where Rosalie Hale would be. Edward rolled his eyes. Emmett was obsessed and if Rosalie found out that she might now have a stalker, there would be no doubt she would be filing for a restraining order.
"Your car is in the driveway." Jasper stood from his chair. He held out a cup to Edward. "Coffee?"
"Thanks." Edward meant the word wholeheartedly for both the car and the drink that would ultimately wake him for the day. "What's today's main article?"
"Another one of those archaic arranged marriages." Jasper's tone was unsurprised. "I told you they were back in fashion except on this one the girl was betrothed."
"I feel as if I'm back in Shakespeare's time."
"Tell me about it."
Before Edward could say anything else, the front door swung open and the sight in front of them had their eyes bulging. It wasn't a usual occurrence when a smiling Rosalie Hale trudged into their house arm in arm with Emmett McCarty. In fact, it never happened. Unintentionally, Edward felt his teeth snap together. What on earth was going on? There was no doubt about a blue moon tonight.
"Hey, Edward. You never told me you had such a nice roommate. Why didn't you introduce me to him sooner?" Rosalie commented then turned to face Jasper. "And I see you have the blond with you too."
"Hey now!" Jasper feigned insult.
Edward observed Emmett as he listened to Rosalie's words. The man looked like he was a traveler from the Sahara seeing a spring for the first time. A spring he wasn't allowed to approach.
"Sorry about that, Jasper. I had to keep up the pretense for my idiot of a fiance. I didn't mean to yell at you like that last night. It was only to keep Royce from whining and screaming," she explained.
As soon as she'd said those words, Emmett's face crumbled. Although, he did a good job of hiding that expression away from Rosalie's sharp eyes. Jasper, though, didn't seem to notice and if he did, he didn't show it.
"Thanks for having me over, Emmett. It's nice to hang out with some other people from time to time." She looked over to Edward and added, "I hope you don't mind my being here."
Edward waved his hand in dismissal. "Not at all, Rosalie. You're welcome to hide out here as long as you want but I don't want Royce to tear down this house as he raids the neighborhood searching for you. It's not my fault if Emmett brought you home. It's his own head."
At that, Rosalie grabbed the nearest item she could find and chucked it at Edward who again, like the night before, ducked away gracefully. Emmett's booming laughter filled the room while Jasper grinned widely. Rosalie faked a look of anger though there was a distinct smile already being placed on her striking features.
Edward ducked down and bowed while the rest of them clapped at his show. "Thank you. Thank you. And that proves that while Rosalie Hale is predictable, Royce King is not and if he finds out about any of us, especially Emmett, it won't take a genius to figure out who would come out alive if there were ever some war."
As soon as the words were out, Emmett and Edward were quarreling about who would win a fight between Royce and Emmett.
"If I remember hearing correctly, it was Royce who punched you in the face." He took a sip of his coffee.
"That may be true but I wasn't aware of what was going on. You wouldn't be either if you had a woman like Rosalie looking at you."
"I wouldn't let a woman get to me."
Rosalie, amused by their antics, rolled her eyes like she was used to doing but she couldn't help but feel jealous by their playful banter. "You guys are living the life, you know that? In my house, everything always has to be prim and proper. It's so infuriating." She stomped her foot.
"You're welcome here anytime. Except, don't bring your other half with you. I don't want a broken jaw and neither do Emmett and Jasper for that matter."
It was quiet for a few seconds besides the sound of Jasper's newspaper being shuffled when suddenly, they heard him whistle.
"What's up, man?" Emmett asked.
"'Isabella Swan to wed Jacob Black'," Jasper read. "I've been reading this article for a while and it still isn't getting old."
Emmett's eyes widened in shock. "Jacob Black? Are you talking about that basketball player from Dartmouth? The one that kept on harassing Edward?"
"Yeah, that's the one. I can't help but feel sorry for this Isabella Swan. She's really pretty but I can't imagine it being any more than money that's keeping her with a man like Black. Honestly, no offense to you Rosalie, but these women seem to be gold diggers."
Edward went over to stand next to Rosalie exactly the second when she grabbed the paper away from Jasper. "Isabella, though, she'd rather be called Bella and is definitely not a gold digger. In fact, the whole concept of marriage repulses her. I wonder why she even accepted. That's not like her at all."
Looking at the eyes that peered back at him, Edward could feel his pulse racing through his veins and his heart hammering. It was her, he realized. It was the same woman from last night and "really pretty" didn't do her justice. She was beautiful. She was perfect and she looked lost. Immediately, Edward's thoughts from the night before returned to him and he felt frustrated and conflicted.
"I wonder why there's no picture of Jacob," Rosalie wondered aloud.
There was no one who could answer that question. Edward could feel his heart tearing for her all over again but he couldn't tell anyone who wouldn't think he'd gone insane about that.
"Do you know her?" he asked quietly.
Edward nodded, smiling somewhat.
"Of course. She's a friend of mine. She's trying to get her book published but luck's been avoiding her lately, yet she has a decent job at this publishing house that she claims is a nightmare. Although I have to say, this wedding announcement has to take the cake for being the worst situation Bella's ever been in."
Rosalie didn't say anything else since her phone started ringing quite loudly through the room. "I wonder who that could be?" she asked in a sarcastic voice.
As she walked out of the room to talk privately with Royce, a plan started formulating itself in Edward's head. With every thought that passed through his mind, his grin widened and deviousness crawled up his skin.
"What's going through that thick skull of yours?" Emmett was undoubtedly suspicious.
Edward shrugged but didn't hide his mood as Rosalie strode back in with a wistful expression. "Sorry guys but I've gotta get going. Royce'll be on an ant killing spree if he finds out where I am. I had a great time with you all and I'm going to take Edward up on his offer and be back as soon as I can. Thanks again, especially you, Emmett."
"No problem, Rose." Emmett beamed.
"Hey, Ice Queen," Edward called just as Rosalie was about to pull open the door knob. "Can you promise you won't tell Bella about any of us?"
"Whatever, Edward. Either way, I wouldn't tell Bella about you all. Royce is usually always with me and if I mention I was at the place of three guys then that would be the end to my freedom except that he doesn't have any control over my life like he thinks he does and plus, Bella'd be too stressed out to even listen to what I would have to say."
"Will you do something else for me?" Edward asked skeptically.
"Call off your engagement with Royce. Please."
"Sure, sure, Edward. Sure, sure." With that, she pulled open the door and walked out.
"You know," Emmett said, "I really feel like biting my thumb at Royce."
Edward breathed out exasperatedly. "Are we still here in the twenty first century or did I reincarnate back to the eighteenth century?"
"You can't reincarnate back in time," Emmett retorted and both Jasper and Edward rolled their eyes.
"Regardless, Edward, I think it's just going to be a blue moon that's going to last a very long time."