Yes, I know. It's been way, way too long. I'm so sorry! My laptop was refusing to switch on, and my PFPC document was on it... :( but, it randomly decided to turn itself on today, so hurrah! PLEASE, don't think I was being rude or purposely ignoring the fact that so many of you liked this and wanted to read the end, that was so not the case!! If I had my way, I would be permanently glued to a laptop, but... technology hates me, so it would seem... le sigh. So PLEASE PLEASE forgive me! The reviews were so amazing, I haven't even had a chance to read any recent ones in my haste to post this, but I'm totally checking em out after! :D and eh, in other amazing news, this story won Best Comedy on the Immortal Cookie Awards... SAY WHAT?! wowowowowow! :D Yayness! I can totally see this author's note reaching novel length proportions, but oh well... so I said I was writing a sequel, but I've noticed that I seem to have a pattern going on in which I say I'm going to write a sequel but then never do... so I'm not going to get anyone's hopes up. I might write one some day, but just not any time soon! Maybe if I get a new laptop... hint hint cough cough, parents of mine... haha. Also, one review from ages ago stuck with me, about the pink fluffy pencil case's significance in the story... it's a symbol of not judging books by their cover. Which is what I think this story is about... not judging people on appearances alone. :) and yes, the title of Edward's chapter was a Supermassive Black Hole by Muse reference... I freaking love that song :D Ok so here's a final chapter, sorry it's short and a little rushed, but it's so overdue it's ridiculous, apologies for any mistakes, I might eventually get around to posting some outtakes, but I just wanted to let you all know I'm still alive and rockin', haha, and to thank y'all for reading and reviewing and being unfreakingbelieveable, and hopefully I'll be able to post some more stuff very soon!! :D
Epilogue: I'd Hate To Think What Else Is Under Edward's Bed
"Mark this moment. It's historic. You've officially left the planet."
"Oh, shut up, Edward," I snapped, rolling my eyes at his stupid, moody expression. "If I didn't know better I would say you suffering from PMS."
He scowled. "Funny. It's hard to miss that fact that you definitely suffer from PMS…"
"What?" I half-shrieked, both furious and embarrassed. Edward grimaced and rubbed his ears dramatically. "Oh, so mature," I added, scoffing.
"Almost as mature as rendering me deaf, as well as demented," he retorted.
"Whatever," I huffed, thoroughly pissed off with him now.
"Whatever," he repeated, and slumped over the table, ignoring me. I turned away from him, determined never to speak to him again.
I sighed, watching Mr Banner walk into the room and the class settling down. I hated fighting with Edward, although it wasn't unusual. Some days I was infatuated, some days I wanted to kill him. Love, hate.
I sort of expected it, though. You can't just go straight from hating someone to liking them, and expect the relationship to be perfect and magical and blah blah blah. He still found ways to annoy me, and no doubt I was the same. The good thing was, we never waited long before making up again. He drove me crazy, but it was a good kind of crazy.
Five minutes later, when he passed me a note, I opened it with half a smile on my face.
Me too xx
I gave it back to him, and once he read it he caught my eye and winked at me. His hand reached over to my lap and took my hand, and held it tightly in his.
And that was it. Whatever the hell we were fighting about was forgotten.
I'm sure it wasn't that important anyway.
We spent the rest of the class writing notes, as was the usual for us. He was going to be the reason I ended up failing Biology, but it didn't bother me all that much. Edward was one hell of a distraction, but he was a really good one.
So I have a surprise for you, he wrote.
Does it involve you with your shirt off?
I sighed, because I really did.
Well, what's my surprise?
If I told you, would it be a surprise?!
Edward, that's really annoying. You can't just tell me you have a surprise for me and then not freaking tell me what the surprise is!
I just did.
That's going to annoy me all day, you know that, right?
Edward. Please tell me!
I don't know...
I rolled my eyes. As ever, it seemed, Edward was going to lean towards the dramatic, and drag this out. I was intrigued, and a little excited. He was always surprising me.
He surprised me when he struck up a great friendship with Charlie, without any input from me. He surprised me when he kissed me in front of a gawping cafeteria, "just to create a scandal", as he said afterwards. He surprised me when he climbed through my bedroom window one night, just because he ran out of credit and couldn't text me back. He surprised me when he wrote a song for me on his guitar, and proceeded to seranade me, rock 'n' roll style.
He never did what I expected him to do, and it only made me even more infatuated with him.
Is it my pencil case?
My fluffy one, the one you confiscated, remember? Are you giving it back?
You know I'm expecting you to return that to me, right?
Why on earth do you want that back?
Because it's mine! You stole it.
I did not. I confiscated it. There's a difference.
I started giggling to myself, and he took the piece of paper back to write on it again, eyeing me suspiciously.
What's so funny?
You've a fluffy pink pencil case in your emo room.
Oh, ha ha. Don't worry, it's locked away where no one can ever see it.
What, in your high security emo safe?!?!
Oh, shut up.
I sniggered to myself for a while before writing back to him.
Can I ask you a question?
Will you be honest?
Do you promise?
Ask the question, Bella.
What did you do with the pencil case?
I put it under my bed.
He scratched the side of his head with the end of his pen before he slid the paper over the table to me, and I knew he was hiding something else from me.
And what sort of condition is it in?
Is that all? Is there more to this story?
I don't know, is there?
Why do I have a funny feeling there's something you're not telling me?
Because you're weird?
Eddie, what is it, you can tell me!? I won't laugh.
You will laugh. And don't freaking call me Eddie.
I won't laugh, why would I laugh?
You'll think I'm pathetic.
No, I won't.
OK, so now I really was intrigued. This conversation was way more interesting than I had anticipated, and the mysterious surprise was forgotten. For now, anyway.
Promise you won't laugh?
I looked at him, and he was all defensive and moody and gorgeous, and I nodded. He took the paper off me again, and scribbled on it furiously. I waited, my heart hyper with excitement.
Well... I put all the notes that we passed to each other during this class in it... I dunno why... I just wanted to keep anything that reminded me of you. And plus, that pencil case was just too atrocious to bring to school every day, I had to intervene.
I smiled at the words, my heart swelling. The bell rang, and I barely noticed it.
"You said you wouldn't laugh," Edward's velvety voice reprimanded me. Around us, the class were packing up and chatting noisily, and I brought myself back down to earth.
"I'm not laughing," I protested, jumping out of my seat and throwing my arms around him. "I just think you're adorable."
"Yeah, well," he muttered, turning a little pink. Then he smirked. "So, do you want your surprise?"
"Can I have it now?"
"If you want."
"Yeah, sure, what is it?" I demanded, excitement returning.
Edward reached into his school bag.
"I got you a new pencil case," he announced, grinning. "A way better one."
It was a Linkin Park one. An official one, the kind you had to order off of the internet. My throat got all thick.
"Oh wow," I said, examining it. "I've always wanted one of these."
"See now, aren't I great?" Edward half-joked. I looked into his face, and he was smiling that breathtaking crooked smile at me. I stared at him, forgetting that I was meant to be in some other class. He was too perfect for words.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem," he smiled.
"Hurry up, you two, I haven't got all day," Mr Banner barked suddenly. We both jumped and hastily collected our stuff, not wanting to be left completely alone in the same room as our teacher, who had to have noticed the fact we were both less than attentive in his class. Out in the corridor, Edward took my hand, and we strolled unconcernedly to wherever we were supposed to be next. Edward left me at the door of my classroom, and kissed me on the cheek, telling me he'd see me at lunch time.
"Sure thing," I said. "Try not to miss me too much."
"I won't," he teased, grinning. I pouted, before thinking of a way to get back at him.
"You know, Edward, I think you might have overdone it on the eyeliner today -"
"Oh, shut up."