I walked into the hospital in search of Carlisle. He had called the night before saying he needed to speak to me and it sounded argent. "Good morning Jessica," I greeted the receptionist. "Is Carlisle in yet?"
"You know Ms. Swan he is a married man, I'm not sure his wife would approve of this," Jessica said trying to be smart.
I simply rolled my eyes and someone piped in, "Hush up Jessica you and I both know nothing is going on between Carlisle and Bella," Esme said.
I walked over to her and gave her a hug, "Hey, how have you been? It seems like it's been forever since I saw you!" I said.
"Bella," she laughed, "You saw me two days ago, chill."
I laughed too, "You know you love me being my over dramatic self."
"Yes, yes I do. Now come with me, Carlisle and I have something to talk to you about," she said dragging me behind her.
I had to laugh, "What are you my mother? 'Carlisle and I have something to talk to you about'" I said in a mimicking tone.
"If I'm your mother I can slap you," Esme dared me to go further.
I loved my friends and wouldn't trade them for anything. I met them all through Carlisle, he taught at the university I attended, but then he decided to go back to the practice, it was his "second true love" as he put it. I know normally teachers and students don't hit it off and become friends but Carlisle and I did.
There were seven of us; Jasper, Emmet, Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Rose, and me. Rose and Emmet were married as were Carlisle and Esme and Jasper and Alice. I, however, was single, seventh wheel over here. That didn't bother me though.
Esme and I walked into Carlisle office and as always Esme got a huge smile on her face as did Carlisle, I sighed, "Young love."
"Actually it's old love. We're like almost thirty five Bella, keep with the program," Carlisle said.
"Must you sound like a ten year old?" I joked.
"Anyway, back to the matter at hand. So we are on for diner tonight right?" Esme asked.
"Yes, I believe so, why was that too important to ask over the phone?"
"Well would it be alright with you if we bring another person?" Esme asked with hopeful eyes.
"Oh, no, you are not setting me up Esme; I can find my own guys!" I yelled.
"Bella, please, please! Let him come, I know you won't regret it!" she wined. It was clear she and Alice were some how related.
I sighed, ready to admit defeat, "Who is he?"
"Yay!" Esme shrieked and jumped up and down clapping her hands.
Carlisle laughed, "He is our nephew, he's 22 only one year older than you, his name is Edward, and he just moved to town."
"Okay, I'll give him a chance. Only because he is your nephew though," I said.
"Yay, yay yay! Bella you are going to have such a great time!" Esme squealed.
"If the two of you don't mind I have work to do. Go talk about boys somewhere besides my office," Carlisle said.
Esme grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. "Bye Carlisle, I'll see you at diner," I called over my shoulder.
"Don't be so dramatic Bella, you will survive," Esme said.
"I'm sure. So, what does he do for a living?" I had to ask, if I was being set up with the guy I wanted to know something about him.
"Oh, Bella, he's an English teacher like you! And he teaches kids piano after school. Plus, he is really good looking," Esme gushed.
"Isn't he your nephew, shouldn't you not think he's hot?" I laughed.
"You can't deny the truth. Besides, he's Carlisle's nephew so he's only my nephew by marriage."
"Right because Alice is your niece so if he was your nephew he would be Alice's brother," I said my thoughts out loud.
"Yes, Bella," Esme laughed at my none coherent thoughts. "Really he is good looking, and he is a perfect gentleman."
"Alright Esme, chill out about him. If I like him and he likes me we'll see where it goes. That's all I'm saying on the subject."
"Bella, you can be such a party pooper," Esme complained.
"Yeah, so I've been told."
The rest of the day past in a flash, all that talk about Esme's nephew named Edward made me think of my Edward. Edward Mason, he was my best friend all the way threw high school. Then we went to different colleges. We still talked through email, but I missed him terribly. I had the urge to write to him after my talk with Esme.
I took out my laptop and opened my email. I saw that I had a new email from him. I opened it.
It feels as though I have not talked to you in centuries even though we just talked on the phone last week. I very happy that I'm finally out of college, I'm sure you can relate. What have you been doing with your life? Anything exciting?
I'm moving soon so I would advise that you don't write any letters, the person moving into my apartment might find it creepy seeing as you address them to "my secret lover". I miss you, we will have to find some time for one of us to come up to where the other one is. I'll let you know where I live so we can still write letters once I find the address.
Waiting for your reply,
My heart swelled when I read that he missed me. I know it's not the way I miss him but still he missed me. I was in love with Edward, that's probably why I refused to date. I was always too chicken to tell him in high school though, and now it was too late. I decided that I would reply.
I miss you too. I agree, we must see each other soon, but I'm sure neither one of us has the time or money for that right now, so that will just have to be put on hold. I have something I want to tell you when ever I see you, though I'm sure I'll never get it out of my mouth. You know me always saying what people want to hear instead of what I want to say.
As for life, I'm actually teaching. I teach 8th grade English and History. What about you?
Can't wait to hear form you,
I hit the send button and immediately regretted it. I shouldn't have told him that there was something I needed to say, he would never leave that one be. It didn't matter anyway. I would probably never see him again.
I began correcting papers and before I new it, it was time to get ready and meet everyone at the restaurant. I hopped I wouldn't feel too bad rejecting Esme's nephew, but if his name was Edward there was no way I could deal with that. Once I was ready I deciced to check my email just to be sure he didn't respond.
To my happy surprise, he did.
What would it be that you want to tell me?
I opted not to respond right now. I gathered my things and began my walk to the restaurant. I was the last to arrive as always, well other than Edward that is, but I didn't think he counted as a person in our group of friends.
"Bella, I'm so glad you are here. I can't wait for you to meet Edward!" Esme said.
"Bella could really use a guy in her life," agreed Alice.
"About that, Esme I'm not too sure how well this will work out, I'm kind of not in the mood to date," I pleaded.
"Too late. He is here," Esme said.
I turned around to be met with the most amazing pair of green eyes I had ever seen.
"Bella this is Edward," Esme said smiling, "Edward, Bella."
My heart swelled. "Edward?" I asked unsure if I was seeing things. This was my six foot two copper haired, green eyed, Edward Mason.
"Bella?" he asked. He eyes grew wide then he smiled happily. "Bella!" he yelled then pulled me into a tight embrace.
I fought back the tears that were threatening to pour out of my eyes. I buried my face in his chest and breathed his scent in. "Long time no see stranger," I laughed.
"I know, I missed you so much," he said, tightening his grip. We stayed in an embrace for a few minutes before Esme interrupted and we were remained that we were in public.
"You already know each other?" she asked.
I laughed happily, "Yes."
"No fair I wanted to be match maker," she wined.
"Maybe next time," I said.
Edward snuck one arm around my waist and held me as close to him as possible with out having my wrapped in his arms. We sat down to eat diner and Edward placed his hand in mine. We all talked happily to each other, but soon everyone was wrapped up in their own conversation.
"So, you are teaching?" Edward asked.
"Yep, little eighth grade brats, but they aren't all that bad. Esme told me you are too, what grade?"
"Seventh actually, I start Monday," he said smiling.
"Sweet, so did you know? I mean that Esme was going to try to set us up?" I asked all the while thinking of how much I wish she did set us up.
"No, you never told me that you moved to Forks, so I didn't think anything of it. Did you?"
"No, if I did do you really think I would be smart enough to remember not to tell you in my email?"
"No," he laughed. Oh how I missed that musical laugh, like a thousand bells going off in a deeper key. "You probably would have said something along the lines of 'we will see each other soon silly we are having diner tonight.'"
"Oh shut up you know I'm not that stupid," I scolded.
"Or do I?" he said, pretending to think.
I simply rolled my eyes at him. "You should, seeing as I am the one who tutored you in History."
"Yeah, yeah rub it in that I was stupid." After a moment he began to speak again, "You said in your email that there was something you wanted to tell me. I have something I want to tell you too. I think, that I may possible be in…"
He was cut short by Esme addressing the group. "Since Edward is the newcomer, it's only fair we get him as wasted as we got poor Bella last year. So, Edward," she had a mischievous glare in her eye.
"Esme, no. You know I don't drink much," he tried.
"Bella, why don't you tell Edward what happens if you don't willingly do this to become an official member of this group?"
"They will spike your drink. Trust me just get drunk, nothing is worse than coming back from the bathroom to find your drink has been drugged with ever clear."
"They wouldn't" Edward said.
"They would," I corrected, "It's like how to get into a frat house you have to do all this crazy stuff. To get into our group you have to let us get you drunk."
"You are all idiots, but fine, what ever floats your boat," Edward said with a crocked smile. "But you are taking care of me when I'm drunk," he whispered to me.
Suddenly images of all the dirty things that I could do with a drunken Edward entered my mind. I had to stop those thoughts or else Edward would definitely not be safe going home with me.
By the end of the night, Edward was completely gone along with the rest of the guys. Emmet was singing at the top of his lungs all the dirty things he could do to Rose to the tune of Marry had a Little Lamb. Jasper was speaking in Aribic, a language he didn't know. As for Carlisle he was telling Esme that he wanted to have lots and lots of babies with her.
Rose and Alice were slightly buzzed but not to bad and Esme and I were the only sober ones. Edward was well… Edward was the way only Edward can be when he is drunk. "Bella, your boobs got bigger since the last time I saw you. I noticed that when I first saw you," he said to me as I walked him back to my apartment.
"Yes, Edward, I'm sure they are," I actually hadn't noticed.
"Yeah, can I touch them?" he asked.
"I don't think that would be appropriate Edward. Maybe some other time," I had to try not to laugh.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because we are on a street," I said.
"Oh, right. How about when we get back to your apartment? Then can I play with them please. I've never touch any that big," he complained.
"I don't think so Edward," I sighed.
"You know, when we were in high school I used to have wet dreams about you. I never told you because we were best friends. But they were really good dreams," he laughed.
"I'm glad," I giggled.
"Yeah, and remember that time I walked in on you getting changed?" he asked.
"Yes Edward I do," I said. A drunk Edward was rather funny.
"That made me really hard. Just the thought of it now is making me hard. You are so pretty Bella, I wish I could fuck you all night long," he said the sighed and began laughing, "I remember after I walked in on you when you came out I was sitting on the couch downstairs trying to calm myself down and you came down and suggested we play basketball but I said no because I wanted to watch a movie. That wasn't true, I just didn't want you to see my boner. And then to make it worse when we watched the movie you turned off the lights and it made me want to rip all your clothes off so bad."
"Wow," was all I could say.
"I still love you Bella. I think about you all the time. I haven't gone out with anyone since high school because I only want you."
"I love you too Edward," I said before I could think about it.
"You do? Really?" he asked.
I just nodded my head dumbly and thanked the Lord that he wouldn't remember this tomorrow. When we got to the apartment Edward realized he didn't feel very good and threw up all over my kitchen. Then he threw up on me when I was taking him to the bathroom.
"I'm sorry Bella, I messed this all up again. I wanted to tell you I loved you in a romantic way not while I was drunk," he said when he was done throwing up.
"It's alright Edward don't worry about it," I soothed.
"Okay. I'm sleepy and I smell bad."
I walked him to my room and gave him a big robe. "Take off your clothes and put this on so that I can wash them."
"Okay, you know I'm not all that tired anymore. You could take off your clothes too." he said.
"Edward now is not the time," I said calmly.
"But Bella, I want to make babies with you," he pouted, "lots of them. The thought of my baby inside you makes me happy."
"Yes, Edward. But now you need to go to sleep. We can talk about making babies in the morning okay?"
"Okay," he said then he got changed.
I washed his clothes then went into the room to say goodnight to him. "Bella, aren't you going to stay in here with me?" he asked when I walked to the door.
"I don't thinks so," I said.
"Why not, we used to share a bed all the time as kids, please? I promise I won't bite. Plus I would feel awful kicking you out of your room," he said.
"Alright Edward fine, I'll sleep in here." I was not in the mood for arguing.
I woke up the next morning to my head resting on a very naked Edward's chest. I got up quickly and went into the kitchen I started making coffee when I heard footsteps. "Bella?" Edward called.
"In the kitchen," I called back. I later realized that probably wasn't a good idea seeing as he was probably hung over.
"How drunk was I last night?" he asked. I looked up at him and noticed he was wrapped in a sheet.
"How drunk are you now?" I asked.
He looked at what he had around him and shrugged. "I thought it was better than coming out here naked, I mean I would feel awkward if you walked out of my bedroom naked."
I started laughing, "Umhm," was all I could say.
"Where are my clothes?" he asked.
"I washed them, they are in the room right there," I pointed right in front of me.
Edward left and got dress and came back moments later. I handed him two Advil and a cup of water. He took them happily. "So what did I say?" he asked after a few moments. I turned beat red. "Oh, Bella I'm so sorry I must have been awful."
"No, it wasn't that bad," I tried to lie.
"From what I remember it was," he said.
"Well what do you remember?"
"I remember almost the whole conversation up to when you said you loved me too," he said.
I dropped my cup of coffee. "Shit," I muttered. "You remember that?" I asked.
He laughed, "Yes, but that's nothing compared to what I told you. I'm so sorry."
"It's fine, you were drunk. I know you didn't mean it."
"I'm not saying I didn't mean it, I did. I'm just sorry about the way I presented it to you," he explained.
"It's fine really," I said.
"You know, they do look bigger," he commented laughing. He was trying to lighten the mood.
"Thank you?" I asked.
"You're welcome. So what did I say after that anyways?" he asked.
I started to laugh, "Did you know that you want to make lots of babies with me?"
He groaned, "I knew that, but you're not supposed to. I think the only fair solution is to get you drunk that way I know all the little things you think about me."
"Let's not," I said.
We were both silent for a moment. "Bella?" he said.
"I meant it you know. Not the whole wet dream stuff that was just stupid and I'm sorry I said that, but I really do still love you. I understand if you don't feel the same way but I have wanted to tell you that since we went away to school."
"I know you mean it Edward. I heard the rest of what you said too, I do feel the same way, but I can't lose you as a friend," then I burst into tears.