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"I'll...uhm...call you tomorrow, then?" Edward asked as we walked through the parking lot to his car.
"Of course." I answered, still looking at my feet. I heard the beep as he unlocked his car, and then the door opened.
"I'm sorry I couldn't say it back, Edward." I finally said after a minute of just standing there.
"Don't be." He said, a crooked smile in place.
"I didn't expect you to. At that moment, I just felt this overwhelming need to tell you. It was unreal to me."
I felt my heart plummet to my stomach.
"So you...didn't mean it?" I asked, my face stoic. Although, I couldn't say it back, it had felt heavenly to hear him say it.
A chuckle escaped from his lips.
"Of course I meant it." He said, voice gentle. His molten eyes were melting me. "I just meant it was unreal, as in, it was something that you thought only existed in dreams. Sounds cheesy, I know, but it was amazing."
The confident note in his voice made me light headed. He was leaning on his open car door, chin resting on his folded arms. He was the epitome of perfect. Wind blowing his hair into a sensuous mess, eyes penetrating and soulful, and he was offering everything to me.
"I'll see you later." I told him. He offered me another beautiful crooked smile before leaning over the car door and giving me a chaste kiss.
I watched as the car drove away.
I stepped onto our hotel floor with the cheesiest smile ever. I knew Bella's skeletons, and she knew mine.
And I loved her.
I used to laugh at the cheesy movies that would have the couple fall hopelessly in love not even a month after knowing each other. I had thought that was ridiculous. I had thought that love was something attainable to only those who had known each other for years in advance. I thought love was nearly impossible, and only a few people could feel the true meaning of love. What I felt, had to be it. It was overwhelming, and passionate, and so true.
"What's with the goofy smile on your face?" Jasper asked as he came out of his room.
"Could a certain brown-haired beauty have anything to do with it?" My uncle's voice asked as he came out of Jasper's room carrying a newspaper.
His face was hard, as if he was trying to act mad, but I could see amusement and happiness in his eyes .
"Yup." I answered, then began to walk to my room. I knew my uncle would follow me for details, and if I knew my aunt Esme, then she would probably be-
"Hey, honey." She greeted, as she sat on my bed reading one of my books.
Yup, I knew she'd be there.
"Why didn't you tell us about her?" Carlisle asked as he joined my aunt on my bed.
As I've said before, Carlisle had always been more interested in my love life than I had. He had always felt that happiness in love would make up for any pain I felt over my parents. I guess he was sort of right.
"Cause I knew you would bug the hell out of me, and I also want to keep Bella to myself as long as possible." I told him with a smirk as I plopped down on my leather sofa.
"Tell us about her." Esme stated, eyes sparkling.
"She's amazing." I started, getting ready to continue for the entire night.
2 MONTHS LATER
"Come on, Bella, hurry up before my aunt and uncle get here." I whispered-yelled.
Alice and Bella were officially out for summer. They had spent the night in my room, while I slept on the floor of Jasper's room. I would have love to sleep in the same bed with Bella, but I honestly didn't trust myself.
After the mushy gushy stage of first love left, it was replaced with...lust. My twenty-two old mind had finally caught up with me.
Bella, of course, had no clue of this. How appropriate would that be? Bella had a terrifying almost-sexual experience when she was younger, and I'm sure she didn't want me lusting after her.
"Coming." She said back.
Two seconds later, she emerged from my room wearing torn jeans, converse, and a blue baseball t-shirt. Beautiful. I smiled crookedly, touched her lips with mine, then grabbed her hand.
I'd been dying to get her alone for a long time now. When Carlisle and Esme first met Bella, they seemed to constantly steal her from me. The studio was no help since it was just business and editing the tracks for the new album that would be released soon. There was no real chances of taking her out on a date, cause the paparazzi were going crazy over us.
Bella and I had released a statement, along with Alice and Jasper, confirming our relationships, but insisting that Bella's past was private and was not relevant to our relationship. Thankfully, they were backing off since we weren't "new" news anymore.
"Where are we going?" Bella asked. We stepped inside the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby.
"It's a surprise." I told her. She got that annoyed look in her eyes. She hated surprises.
"You'll love it." I reassured her.
"If you say so..." She replied warily, still eying me suspiciously.
"I do say so." I replied cheekily. She smirked before chuckling and fixating her eyes on the elevator door.
When it opened, I froze.
"Sneaking out?" Rosalie said, her eyes gleaming with humor and evil.
When Bella had met Rosalie for the first time, it was quite interesting. As I've said before, Rosalie is not a bitch. She is simply blunt, and intimidating. She took an instant liking to Bella, but just like the rest of her friends, she loved to embarrass and tease her even more.
A week ago, Rosalie caught on to my lustful inner-conflict. Needless to say, she's had a tremendous amount of fun hinting at it with sexual-related jokes. She was evil. A great friend, but evil.
"I'll give you twenty bucks if you don't tell anyone." I blurted out. If Emmett and Jasper found out where I was taking Bella, they would insist on coming along, and unintentionally ruin my alone time with Bella.
Bella turned to me with a confused and bemused look on her face. Rosalie beamed in amusement.
"I am Hollywood's most sought after actress who makes record-setting blockbusters, and your trying to bribe me with only twenty dollars?" She asked incredulously, raising her eyebrows.
I felt my hope, face, and more importantly, my ego deflate.
"Oh, get over yourself. I personally do not care where you guys are going, nor will I rat you out. I will however, take that twenty bucks." She finished, holding out her manicured hand.
I rolled my eyes, gave her the money, and pulled Bella out the door with me.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"In the United States of America." He answered smugly, his crooked smile coming into place.
"You cheeky bastard." I muttered. That got a deep chuckle out of him, which I closed my eyes to. I was so incredibly comfortable with him that it was hard to believe I had...issues.
It was hard to believe most of the time, since Alice and I were closer now, than ever. I was getting to be really easy going around both Jasper and Emmett. I still didn't like hugs, or anything, because they seemed to intimate in my opinion (in other words, they were something I only wanted to share with Edward), but touching in general was becoming a lot easier. I no longer had a constant tense posture or continuous shots of adrenaline flooding my nerves.
There was, however, the problem about Edward's confession two months ago. It made me unbelievably happy every time he uttered those words to me, but I had no idea if I'd ever be able to reciprocate his feelings. How on earth was I supposed to know what love was?
Regardless of my confusion, the last two months have been great. I was finally introduced to the infamous Rosalie Hale (I had been a little start struck), and Carlisle and Esme. Rosalie was great, she ruthlessly teased me all the time, but I've already picked up that poking fun at people was in her nature, and it made me feel somewhat accepted to suffer her friendly, yet mortifying jokes.
"We're here!" Edward suddenly exclaimed, snapping me out of my reverie.
I turned my head, and I felt a rush of pleasurable adrenaline and excitement.
"Paint ball!" I was out of that car and in front of the entrance before Edward even took of his seatbelt.
"Excited?" He asked as he caught up with me, his signature smirk on lips.
"Shut up." I retorted. "I haven't played since I started college. Charlie's police force would always hold a family get-together at the end of every month, and surprisingly, everyone always wanted to go paint-balling."
"Does that mean your any good?" Edward asked, his eyes brightening as if the news really excited him.
I smirked, remembering how Charlie and I always won. Charlie and I weren't the closest, but we definitely had a perfect rhythm when it came to paint balling.
"I don't know. Maybe." I teased, stepping forward as the worker at the gate led us to the equipment.
Edward and I knew what to do, and were both geared up in no time. Excitement coursed through my body. Not only was I gonna be able to play my favorite game, but I was also going to get to show Edward my amazing skills. I wanted to show him I wasn't completely vulnerable and defenseless. I could take care of myself.
"Ready?" He smirked. I loved that look in his eyes. It meant he wasn't going to go easy on me. His male pride was at stake, and he wasn't going to let me crush it so easily.
Little did he know it would be all to easy for me to crush.
"Yup." I popped the P.
Sending him one last playful, yet serious glance, I ran off to my side and the game begun.
"Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch." Edward wheezed over and over again as we walked to a concession stand at the side of the course.
I really did feel bad for hurting him, but at the same time, I could not stop giggling.
"Stop laughing." He gasped out as doubled over again. The sight of him made me burst out laughing even more.
"That's what you get! You purposely aimed at my butt! Do you know how awkward it's gonna be to have a bruise on my butt?" I retorted, as I winced as I sat down at a table.
"Not as awkward as having a bruise on my balls!" He gasped out. He sat on the table, then doubled over again. "Now I'm probably never going to have kids."
"Don't be such a baby. You underestimated me." I stuck my tongue out.
"That's true." He mumbled to himself. "Next time, we're doing teams, and we've got to play against Emmett and Jasper. I'd love to see them get their ass kicked by you."
I smiled, realizing that this unpleasant experience wasn't going to keep him from playing with me again. That made me unbelievably happy.
"I'm sorry I took a cheap-shot and bruised your buddies, Edward." I apologized. Edward chuckled then, threw his arm around my shoulder.
"You're forgiven. Now we both have awkward bruises that we'll remember forever."
An easy laugh poured out of me, and I felt a blissful, unimaginable warmth spread throughout me, burning my fingertips, and shocking every nerve ending in my body.
"Want something to drink?" Edward's velvet voice asked, pulling me out of that heavenly, overloading experience.
"Water, please." I answered. The warmth was still vibrant in my chest, and as I watched the crooked pull of Edward's smile, and then the fluid motion of his walk, it seemed to immerse my entire being. I felt like I was on a live wire, but I also felt so comfortable and relaxed as I watched him.
Feeling as if I would lose that warmth if he got to far from me, I stood up and followed him to the concession stand.
"Two waters, please." He told the worker behind the counter.
He caught my movement in his peripheral vision, and he turned and smiled again. That heat blazed in my chest again, and as he reached for my hand to pull me closer, it exploded at his touch.
I was so immersed in my confusion and immersion of the warmth that I didn't even acknowledge the fact that Edward had already received and paid for our waters, and was now pulling me back to the table.
Suddenly, two teenagers, a boy and a girl, approached us. I recognized the look on the girl's face. Star-struck. I myself had felt that feeling many times.
They were about seventeen, and the boy with medium length hair was obviously more composed, and kept casting glances at the petite brunette next to him. The look he gave her was one I'd seen many times, and yet I couldn't understand what it was.
I'd seen it on the man's face at the diner months ago when I realized I had feelings for Edward. I'd seen it on all of my friend's faces, and on Carlisle and Esme's too. I saw it on Edward's face every day.
The expression was just so happy, as if it was absolute bliss. It matched the burning feelings inside of me right now. My mind ached to understand what this feeling and what that look meant.
"You're Edward Masen!" The girl suddenly choked out. "Asphyxiated is my absolute favorite band!"
It looked as if she was struggling to talk, but her arms were flailing around enough to understand that she was a huge fan.
"Could we please get an autograph?" The boy asked for her, his eyes both pleading and amused.
"Sure." Edward answered happily. He smiled, and I could hear the girl's breath hitch. I giggled to myself, knowing the feeling of being dazzled by that smile.
As Edward conversed with the girl, the boy stepped out of the way and stood next to me.
"Sorry if we intruded on your date." He apologized. Those innocent brown eyes of his made it impossible for me to even be the slightest bit scared,
"Not at all. We were just taking a break from shooting and bruising each other." I answered.
The boy chuckled and then locked his eyes on the overjoyed girl. Edward and her were leaning into each other as her arm reached out and took a picture of them on her phone.
They shared a parting hug, then the girl grabbed the boy's hand, and they began to walk away. Edward joined me at my side, but I was still intently watching the retreating couple.
"This is the happiest day of my life!" The girl exclaimed.
"Darling, I love you, but sometimes you embarrass me." The boy replied teasingly.
At the sound of his words, the heat inside me blazed again.
I love you.
Suddenly everything made sense. I knew what that expression and what this feeling meant. There were no second- guesses. This was the real thing.
Love. I love Edward. I'm in love with Edward Masen.
"Care for another round?" Edward asked, pointing towards the course.
I love you.
"Of course." I replied, a smile spreading across my face.
As Edward grabbed my hand and led me to the course, the heat blazed inside me, and my body tingled.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
"I know you're close." His voice taunted.
I flattened myself against the piece of plywood I was hiding behind. Edward had already shot me good on the butt again, and I was not going to let him get me again.
I stiffened when I heard his breath behind the plywood. I heard his footsteps close to one edge, getting ready to turn around the corner. I bolted around the other corner and caught him unaware.
Splat! Hot pink paint was splattered all over his back now.
As he cringed from the unaware attack, I ran for cover, choosing to hide behind a mass of sewage pipes and plywood. I was breathing heavily, loving the rush of excitement coursing through my veins. I giggled, thinking about how funny it would be to have to explain to everyone why we were going to be all bruised up.
Suddenly, the end of a paintball gun was poking me in the side.
Ah, damn it.
"Gotcha." His sultry voice whispered.
He began walking to stand in front of me, a proud smile on his face. All I could notice was the close proximity. The gun was the only thing between us. My limbs became weak, and my gun loosened from my hold until it dropped to the ground.
Edward's face changed. He looked into my eyes, registered the desire on my face and lowered his gun.
"Bella?" He asked, both confused and longing.
"Edward." I whispered back. My voice was low, thick, and laced with emotion. Staring at him, my stomach tingled and grew pleasurably warm.
I moved the gun out of our way, and pulled Edward closer. He stared at me with hooded eyes. His lips drew closer. My eyes closed and the softness of his lips touched mine. Never had one of his kisses felt this good before. It was as if not only were my lips receiving attention but so was my entire body. I'd never felt this kind of longing before. I wanted him closer. I needed to feel him.
Our kisses grew heavier, and soon my hands were wound tight in his hair, pulling and grasping, enjoying the sounds that would emit from Edward's mouth after I did so. Edward's hands were on my lower back, pulling me flush against his body. They would wander down but never quite make it all the way down.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
"I love you." I breathed out. The words felt so right coming out of my mouth. They felt so true.
Edward froze and then pulled back to see my face. His eyes were wide and shocked.
"What did you say?" He asked, his voice hopeful, yet confused.
"I love you, Edward." I repeated.
His eyes flashed and grew bright. A small smile began pulling at his lips.
"What was that? I didn't hear you." He said, his smile growing. I giggled and smiled with him.
"I love you." I told him, then pulled him flush against me again.
The longing returned, and our hands were frantic once again. The kisses were getting sloppier but that was because we couldn't get enough of each other.
"I love you, too." He gasped out, as I pulled away and began skimming his throat and collar bone with my lips.
Those words spurred me on, and I pulled him to me once again. As his kisses began sending more sparks throughout my body, I became frantic. My right leg came up on it's own accord and hitched itself against his hip. Edward suddenly moaned, and the sound spurred me on again.
Edward's hands suddenly cupped themselves around my bruised bottom, and I was left to wrap my legs around his waist as he pushed me up against the tangle of pipes.
As quickly as it happened though, Edward pulled away, when I slightly stiffened. With my legs around his waist, I could feel his desire, and astonishment swelled throughout me. I made him feel like that.
Suddenly, Edward put me down and stepped three feet away from me. His face was flushed, and his eyes were cast downwards.
I caught my breath, and the warmth in the pit of my stomach began to extinguish itself.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked torn, as if he just did a very bad thing and was going to have to face the consequences.
"I"m so sorry." His voice suddenly blurted out. "I shouldn't have taken it that far. I"m so sorry."
Despair washed over me. So he didn't like that he had felt that way about me. He regretted it.
"Oh." I responded, my voice void of emotion.
At the sound of my cold answer, Edward's eyes snapped up.
"What's wrong?" He asked back, his voice frantic. His face looked even more self-tortured now.
"Nothing." I replied, suddenly angry. Why the hell should Edward be so jumpy about a make-out session?
"Don't lie to me." He replied, his voice suddenly very firm and hard. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" I yelled, feeling anger and rejection run through me. "Nothing, except the fact that my boyfriend doesn't even want to touch me! I'm sorry if I get upset when my boyfriend pulls away after a hot make out session and regrets it!"
Edward's face was astonished. "Regret it?" He asked, as if he was confused.
"Just forget it," I said coldly, pushing past him to leave.
His hand grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. His face was determined.
"Bella, I don't regret it." He said firmly. "As ashamed as I should be about taking it that far, I don't regret it."
"Oh, so you should be ashamed? Great to know that I'm so repulsive to you, Edward." I seethed, pulling at my arm to leave again.
Edward pulled me closer until we were flush against each other again.
"How could you possibly think that I find you repulsive?" He asked, incredulous. "All I ever do is fantasize about you! I can't get you out of my head! Any moment I'm with you, all I want to do is pull you close to me and show you how much I love you! Bella, I don't regret it, but I'm trying to look after you! I don't want you to be uncomfortable or scared just because I can't control my hormones!"
I was astonished...and then angry again.
"I'm not some fragile baby, Edward. I'm sorry if having a sexually-jacked up girlfriend is an inconvenience to you!" I yelled. Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I wondered if anyone could hear us.
"It's not an inconvenience!" He immediately defended. "Bella, I love you, and I'd be willing to wait forever if you needed it. I just don't want to rush anything for you. I want you to be completely comfortable around me, no matter how intimate we are."
I felt my heart melt, and my mind suddenly registered how dumb this fight was. Edward's face relaxed when he saw the anger leaving my face.
"Sorry." I apologized. "Edward, I just want you to know that I'm always comfortable with you. You're the only person who can make me feel completely safe. With you, there is no news-worthy traumatic past. I can be completely normal with you. You don't need to worry about me."
Edward was astonished. For a full minute, he was speechless. Then he looked slightly embarrassed.
"But if you weren't scared, then why did you stiffen when...ah...you felt...my...you know." His face was completely red and his eyes were cast downwards.
"I was astonished." I confessed, my face red. "I couldn't believe that I could make you feel that way."
"You make me feel things I've never felt before." He replied, smiling before dipping down to give me a quick kiss.
"Same here." I said, smiling at him, and then I laced my fingers through his. We picked up our guns and began walking back to the entrance to leave.
"So you've fantasized about me?" I asked, amused at his embarrassment.
"Shut up." He mumbled, pulling me closer again his side, where I felt completely and utterly safe.
You see in color. It's black and white and clear to me,
that you've got the soul and the strength I know I need.
When you walk in a room, it lights up with your love.
For the first time in my life, I feel love's touch.
You amaze me, you break me, in all the right places.
When I look in those eyes, I can see the future in us.
For the first time in my life, that's fine, yeah it's alright.
My heart almost spent, broken, and bent.
There's pieces on the ground,
will you pick them up?
I was lost, but now I'm found.
You amaze me, you break me, in all the right places.
I light up with your love.
Originally, I had a lot more drama planned in this story. I probably had like ten more chapters planned out, but this is a great place to end the story, and I've come to realize that I have no patience for long stories.
So this is the end. Hope you guys enjoyed this fanfiction. If there's any moments that you wish to read about that weren't covered, go ahead and tell me and I'll consider writing it as an outtake. Maybe you want to see Edward and Charlie's meeting? A proposal? A rated T version of another makeout session (remember I'm only 16)?
The song in this chapter is Amaze Me by: Mother's Anthem. They're a local band, but you can find the song on my website. Link on my profile.
Anyone have a good idea for an epilogue?