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AN: I'm baaaack. After an extended absence, I bring you something new. I'm participating in NaNoWriMo, which is partly why I haven't written anything in so long. But I felt the inspiration hit me today, so I had to write this down. So here we go, Part two of the Mike Anthology.
I'd been at Forks High school for some weeks now. I'd been Mike's girlfriend for three of those, and Edward Cullen had been back for four weeks. Not that I really cared. I was just a little creeped out by him, being that he would stare at me every so often, looking so frustrated. And he still seemed to be repulsed by my smell. I ended up changing shampoos for about a week, until Mike told me he missed my old shampoo so I changed back.
I woke up earlier than usual this morning, and saw that the snow from yesterday had cleared up some, and all that was left was mostly ice. Mike had protected me from snowballs all day yesterday, though the snow had mostly gone from the sidewalks by lunchtime due to people having thrown it all around. I had just finished showering when I heard my phone beep with a text message.
Rise and shine sweetheart. Happy three week anniversary. X
A broad grin appeared on my face and I sent a quick reply back before walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I brushed, I thought about my relationship with Mike. I had never, ever thought I'd be one half of one of those stupidly soppy couples that celebrated every week's anniversary, but now that I was with him, all I could think about was how lucky I was to be with him, and how I didn't deserve him. He could send me all the soppy text messages he wanted and I wouldn't care.
Making a mental note to thank Charlie for the help with my tires on the ice, I made my way carefully to my truck and drove to school. I couldn't see Mike yet, so I stayed in the truck with the heater on until he got there, reading an old paperback I had in my backpack. A flash of blue caught my eye, and I got out of the car, recognising Mike's car. I was just locking up the truck when I heard a squeal behind me.
I whipped round and stared in horror as I saw Tyler's van spinning and skidding out of control – straight towards me. Shock had me rooted to the spot, and I found myself unable to even blink as I stared helplessly ahead, my mind desperately telling my body to run.
"Bella!" My mind vaguely registered Mike's frantic shouts only because I was so attuned to him, and what I thought would be my last thoughts were of him.
I braced myself for the coming impact as I saw Mike's face in my mind, his blonde spikes and blue orbs. My heart beat out of my chest as I waited. Time slowed, and I could hear my heart steady in my ears, the distant screams of Mike and the others, and it was only when a streak of bronze flew in front of me that time caught up with itself. The next thing I knew, I was knocked to the floor, and a pale, slender hand had hold of my arm. Bending metal echoed loudly in my ears as the jolt his me though my saviour.
Everything was still.
I slowly had the courage to open my eyes, and was shocked to see Edward Cullen hovering over me, eyes wide with concern. My ears started to work then, and I registered what he was saying.
"Bella, are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"I, yeah, I think so," I replied, dazed.
"Are you hurt?" he pressed.
I took a moment to think. "No. nothing hurts. I'm just... whoa."
He looked at me doubtfully. "You didn't hurt your head?"
"No. Honestly, I'm fine. Just shocked."
He nodded, swiftly picking himself up and moving to the side. During the time it had taken for our quick conversation, someone had called 911 and everyone had made their way over to the scene. I scrambled around, taking his hand as he offered it to me to help me up, and unsteadily got to my feet.
I was assaulted by the onslaught of worried classmates, and spotted Angela, Jessica and Mike at the front. Mike rushed up to me as Edward stepped aside, and gingerly put his hand on my shoulders.
"Oh, God, are you okay? Are you hurt?" he rushed, frantic still.
I shook my head. "I'm fine, Mike, look. Not a scratch."
He didn't look appeased. "The paramedics can check you out. I just want to make sure you're okay. I'd die if anything happened to you." His confession made my heart melt, and I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, hugging him tightly. He gripped me back and held the embrace for a few moments before reluctantly letting go. He then turned to Edward, who was about to turn away. I followed Edward's gaze to his family, standing by the sidelines, none of whom looked happy at his being over here.
"Cullen," Mike said. "Thank you." I smiled at his general man issues of not being able to express emotions to another man.
"No problem," Edward replied. "It was just lucky I was over here."
I nodded. "The ice is really dangerous. If you hadn't been standing her..." I shuddered, not wanting to even imagine.
"It wouldn't have been good," he finished, and I was sure I detected something else in those words, though I didn't care to go into it.
"Thanks again," Mike said, as Edward turned and jogged back over to his family. I noticed briefly that the blonde girl, Rosalie I think her name was, was scowling over at me, and I flinched, looking back to Mike.
Jessica and Angela started rushing at me, hugging me and thanking god that I was safe. I assured them that there was definitely nothing wrong with me, but they also refused to be appeased until I had been looked over by a doctor. It didn't take long for the ambulance to arrive, and luckily I didn't have to be transported in a stretcher. They did, however force me into a wheelchair, which to my embarrassment, made the crowd further back begin a flurry of frenzied whispers about the whole situation. I could have sworn I heard a freshman tell someone how my legs had been yanked off. Yes, how likely.
After an hour of Tyler's repeated apologies, Charlie's glares at Tyler, and Dr. Cullen's advice to Charlie, I was more than ready to go home. Carlisle Cullen was by far the best looking doctor I had ever seen in all my years of hospitals, and I had to berate myself for looking at his defined chest through his short rather than the light he was shining in my eyes to check for a concussion.
"I don't think you have a concussion, Bella, you don't seem to have hit your head. Although I would check on her a few times during the night, Charlie, if I were you, just to be sure. I also recommend that Bella takes the rest of the day off school, purely for the shock. Get some sugar in you," he advised, slinging his stethoscope back round his neck.
"Home? I can't go back to school?" What? I'd had a near-death experience and I wouldn't be able to see Mike for another five hours?
"Bella, you nearly got run over by a van," Charlie sighed with exasperation. "Any normal teenager would be grateful for being told to go home."
Carlisle laughed. "Sorry, Bella. Doctor's orders." He followed us out of the room and we walked to the parking lot where Charlie had his cruiser. However, before we got there, I noticed that a few people from school were still hovering anxiously outside the hospital. Mike was there, not saying much, but biting his lip in a very adorable way. He looked up, and his eyes lit up in relief once he saw me.
Charlie frowned. "Why aren't you kids in school?" he asked them.
"They called it off," Angela replied.
Charlie nodded. Just then, a voice came from his radio, reporting some sort of traffic accident on the freeway. He looked down at me apologetically. "Bells, honey, I'm really sorry but I need to sort out this accident."
I shook my head. "It's fine, Dad. Go, I'll be okay."
"How will you get home?"
"I'll take her," Mike supplied. "I'll stay with her, too, make sure she's okay."
Charlie nodded. "Thanks, Mike."
I smiled, once again grateful for the fact that Charlie was very fond of Mike.
Half an hour later, I pulled away from another very passionate kiss with Mike, and leaned back on the sofa. He put his arm around me, pulling me to him and nuzzling my neck as I leaned into his shoulder, playing with the string on his sweater.
"I'm so glad you're okay, Bella. I honestly don't know what I'd have done if anything had happened to you," he whispered softly.
"Don't worry about me," I replied simply.
It was a long moment before he spoke next.
"I love you."
My heart jumped out of my chest as I heard the words I'd been hoping to hear, needing to hear.
"I've loved you since I first met you," he continued. "I was just too scared to tell you. But I had to tell you now. If anything had happened and I hadn't told you..." he rushed.
I silenced him with a kiss. "I love you too," I replied simply. "Forever."
AN: Finito. For now, anyway. Well, I hope you liked it. A bit if Bella/Mike fluff can never go amiss. This is odd for me, as I'm a bigger fan of drama and confrontations, and usually dislike writing fluffiness. But, alas.
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