This is my first attempt at fanfic and I'm oh so nervous. Be gentle! I'm a fic virgin!
Disclaimer: Though I wish I did, I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer owns any Twilight characters that may appear in this story.
"Bella! You have to stay still or I'm going to get this polish all over your thumb," little miss Sunshine screeched.
"Rose, it's not like I'm in a beauty pageant. I'm only going to the movies with Edward," I reminded her for the tenth time tonight as she attempted to put the last coat of nail polish on me. I knew involving her at all in my wardrobe decisions tonight was a bad idea.
"See, Bella. It's that attitude that makes it absolutely necessary to have me as a best friend. Don't you know the first thing about the rules of dating?," she asked with genuine disbelief.
"Uh, make sure I bat my eyelashes real pretty and pretend I'm stupid?," I asked her, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm telling you, Rose, it's not like that for Edward and I. We're going to the movies as friends like always. And tonight when he walks me to my door, if he even walks me to the door, because come on, it's Edward Cullen we're talking about here, I'll be lucky to get a pat on the back or a burp in my ear or something."
Rose looked at me with a smirk on her face and I knew that look all too well. I was about to hear life according to Dr. Hale again and I was in no mood. I knew she could see right through my little diatribe and I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of being right. Bitch.
"Oh silly, silly Bella. You know as well as I do that your relationship with Edward is anything but platonic. You watch his every move the same way he watches your every move. No one is ever going to be good enough for the other to date. Honestly, I can't believe it's taken this long for him to ask you out in the first place," she said rather smugly.
"If you two aren't exclusive by the end of tonight, I'll wear your grungy sweatpants for a week straight," she continued.
I smirked at her statement. Rosalie Hale in sweatpants. Sweatpants from Wal-Mart at that. Psh. Yeah right. But what if she's right? I have loved Edward Cullen in one way or another for almost my whole life.
Yes, he was my best friend, and therefore I automatically liked him more than any other guy. But lately when we hang out, I catch myself staring at him when he's not looking or wondering what it would feel like to run my hands through his messy copper, fantasy-inducing, wild hair. Sometimes it takes all I have not to attack him with kisses when we watch T.V. in his room. This can't be normal, can it? Absolutely normal for any other girl in our school, but Best Friend Bella, not a chance.
We have always been the touchy feely kind of friends, though. It's completely normal for Edward to flop on the couch, put his head on a pillow in my lap and make me scratch his head. He likes to hold my hand during movies and he has been known to drunk kiss me every now and again. That was as far as it normally went though.
The first time Edward made out with me was at a party he threw sophomore year when his parents were out of town. He made me promise that I would stay for the whole party even though he knew it was the last place I wanted to be. I stayed downstairs for awhile but once I saw Lauren Mallory throwing herself at him, I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and retreated to his room to read until the night was over.
About an hour later, I heard the door to his bedroom open and Edward entered slightly wavering as he walked towards me.
He grabbed the book out of my hands and said, "How did I know I'd find you up here, my Bella? You're so different from those girls down there. So different."
And before I knew what was about to happen, his warm, full lips were on mine and I knew right away he was drunk but I didn't stop the kiss.
And it went on like that.
Edward would get drunk at parties and end the night by making out with me until his eyes drooped heavily and he passed out with his arm around my waist.
He never seemed to recall kissing me the next morning, but I knew the truth.
And the sad part was, I was okay with it. I got to be with Edward during those times. I had the chance to pretend like I was Edward's girlfriend, if only for a fleeting moment. Yes, I know. Absolutely pathetic.
But now, he wanted to go on an actual date with me? Like a real date, with me, Bella Swan? Something was just not right. Shake it off, Swan, this could be the beginning of something great here.
I had thought about it non-stop since Edward sat down at the table and asked if me if I wanted to go with him to the movies tonight. There was this look in his shamrock green eyes that I couldn't quite place. I've known Edward for practically my whole life and I had never seen him look so utterly nervous before.
I kept running the memory through my head over and over.
"Belly! Don't you look so cute today with your little rosy cheeks and creamy white skin and perfect-" started Emmett as he sat down next to me at our table in the cafeteria. He seemed to get bigger every time I saw him. His perfect curly hair was so dark it contrasted perfectly with his ice blue eyes.
"What do you need, Em?," I asked, afraid of what the answer would be.
"So, Rosie and my anniversary is coming up and I wanted to get her something really special. And since you're her best friend and I'm pretty emotionally retarded when it comes to sentimental shit, I was wondering if you'd go with me to get her present?," he finished, shooting me this heartwarming smile full of dimples.
How could a girl say no to Emmett Cullen?
He was nothing more than a giant teddy bear and one of my closest friends besides Edward. I would do anything for him, even if it meant spending the day at the mall. Which I despised with every fiber of my being.
"Sure. Why not? But, keep in my mind, you'll owe me, Cullen. When did ya wanna go?"
"Well, I was hoping we could go soon. Like today?," he replied quickly to make sure Rose wasn't around to hear us make the plans.
"I think she thinks that I forgot it. I'd rather her keep thinking that's true so she's even more surprised that not only did I remember but I also got her something that she'll really like. Guaranteed post-present action that way," he said as he wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled and rolled my eyes, because what else can you say to your semi-big brother when he talks about boinking your best friend?
"Seriously though, Belly, you're a life saver," he boomed before placing a sloppy, wet kiss on my cheek.
Edward picked that time to come into the cafeteria and sit on the other side of me. He eyed us both warily before putting his books down and turning to us. "I'm not sure I even wanna know why Emmett is molesting your cheek, Bella, but could you guys knock it off before I get back with my lunch?," he snapped and I didn't know if he was joking or not.
"Jealousy killed the cat, Eddie," snorted Emmett. Aw, Em. God bless your heart, you tried.
"Actually, Emmybear, curiosity killed the cat, but you were close, tiger!," Edward snipped sarcastically before turning his attention on me.
"Hey, Isabella Marie," he started, as he tugged on my long, brunette hair, "We need to talk later. I was thinking you could come over after school and we could hang out," he asked hopefully.
Something about the way he was looking at me was telling me this time was going to be different then all the other times we had hung out after school.
By the time I started to form a sentence, Emmett had answered Edward's question for me, "She can't, Doucheward, she's going to the mall with me." Well, thank you very much, Emmett. Dick.
Edward looked from me to Emmett, furrowed his brow and said, "Seriously, what the hell is going on with you two?" I suppressed a giggle and tried to look as serious as possible.
"What's wrong Edwardo, can't handle someone stealing time with your precious BellaBear?," Emmett goaded. Poor Edward, I hated that he was getting so upset over something so silly.
"Bella, would you like to go to the movies with me tonight?," Edward asked out of nowhere almost challenging Emmett in a way.
To say I was dumbfounded would be an understatement. Edward stared into my eyes knowing if he gave me that crooked smile, I would agree for sure.
I blinked a couple times and asked, "What do you mean? Like a date?" He smiled his perfect half smile, looked to Emmett and then back to me, and said, "Yeah. A date. Tonight." Well, crap.
"Uh, yeah. Yes. I would like to go on a date tonight, Edward," I said just as Rose sat down with her lunch. "What?! What the hell did I miss?," she yelled. I blushed furiously, praying the entire cafeteria wasn't listening to her rant. "You and Edward are going on a date?!," she shrieked.
Cue everyone in the cafeteria looking over to the four of us.
I looked around, embarrassed, and shushed Rose before she could say anything else. "Rose! Oh my gosh! Why do you have to be so loud? Please be quiet!," I asked. Emmett threw his arm around Rosalie and gave her a kiss as his way of giving me what I asked for. God bless the big oaf. I turned to see what Edward's reaction was to all of this but he was nowhere to be found.
I looked to see if he was in line to get his lunch but I couldn't find him. I shrugged and figured he just had to go to his locker before class and went back to talking to Rose and Emmett. "What's up with, Edward, Em?," I asked trying to seem uninterested.
"I don't know, but he's had more mood swings then Rosie lately," he said as he got a swift smack on the back of the head from Rose. He flashed her an apologetic smile and they were back to acting like they were sickening newlyweds or something. Gross.
Yes, I'm jealous. Yes, I wish I had that with Edward. Bite me.
"Well, he's your brother. Don't you know what's going on with him?," Rose asked in a way only she could. SuperBitchy.
"Seriously, I have no idea. He seems fine one minute and then the next he's back to Broodward. Lately, the only time he smiles is when him and Bella are hanging out around the house and if they aren't hanging out he usually bolts out of the house the first chance he gets," he said, rather seriously for being Emmett.
"He never mentions anything being wrong when we hang out, so I have no idea either," I mused, while deciding whether to go look for Edward or not. I debated back and forth in my head if it would look desperate if I stood casually and pretended I needed to go out in the hall for something. I figured Emmett would be too distracted by Rose's boobs to really pay attention to me but I knew Rose was on high alert ever since she heard the word 'date'.
Finally, I decided to just get up and go look since, you know, I'm pathetic and all.
"Well, I um, forgot something in my locker, I'll be back," I finished lamely, knowing they saw right through me. Rose arched her perfect eyebrow at me and said, "Bella, we know you're going to find Edward. You really are so transparent." I flipped her off before I made my way out of the cafeteria.
I figured if Edward were anywhere, he would be in the music room. Sometimes he would sneak off there during lunch and play the piano rather than eat. It was always a sort of therapy for him. Whenever he had a bad day, I knew that he would drive straight home and play to calm him down.
Sure enough as I rounded the hallway where the music room was, I heard the faint sounds of the piano wafting through the hallways. It always made me smile when I heard Edward playing. I walked into the room quietly hoping I didn't interrupt him when he was in the middle of such an elaborate piece. As luck would have it though, Edward made eye contact with me immediately and stopped playing.
"What are you doing here, Bel?," he asked quietly.
"I was worried about you. You just disappeared from the cafeteria," I started hesitantly. There seemed to be this unexplainable tension in the air between us.
He smiled half-heartedly and sighed, "Well, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."
"Edward, what's going on?," I asked nervously. He seemed so sad but at the same time angry and I couldn't figure out why. Was he not just asking me on a date ten minutes ago? What had changed since then?
"I can't talk about this here, Bella. I just- I really need to talk to you tonight. Meet me at my house at 6, okay?," he said as he stood from the piano bench and headed towards the door.
I nodded sadly and watched him walk away.
Rose finally finished polishing my nails and I got her approval on my wardrobe. She looked like a proud mother watching her child go away on her first day of school. I rolled my eyes at her as she pretended to dab at her dark-blue, almost violet, eyes and said, "They just grow up so fast."
"You are so stupid. I really don't know why I keep you around," I mocked.
She laughed and said, "You keep me around because I'm the best damn friend you'll ever have and you'll need someone to squeal to when Romeo sweeps you off your feet tonight." She sighed dramatically and pushed a piece of her golden blonde hair behind her ear.
I couldn't help but get butterflies in my stomach. Was it really going to happen like that? Were Edward and I going to be kissing each other at lunch like Rose and Emmett? Making everyone around us slightly uncomfortable and feeling kind of voyeuristic?
No, because the way they kiss at lunch is borderline vomit inducing and I will not partake in any hardcore making out activities where people are eating their lunch. I shuddered thinking about it.
"You are definitely right about the best damn friend I'll ever have, but the jury is still out on whether or not Edward is my Romeo," I said quietly. I knew to me, he was my Romeo, but was I his Juliet?
"Well, it's all in your head if you think Edward doesn't love you. He's so fiercely protective of you."
"Yeah, Rose, the same way that Em is protective of me. I'm their little sister. I always have been, since we were kids. Charlie and Carlisle would go on their fishing trips and Renee and I would go over the Cullen's to spend the night. It mostly consisted of Esme and Renee trying to get me to dress up and do girl talk and me desperately trying to escape such evil."
Rose giggled and shook her head, "The way Em told those stories was that you and Edward would disappear into your own little world during those sleepovers."
I smirked, "Yes, but only to hang out. He helped me hide from our moms. Never anything romantic. We didn't even kiss until that party at his house and we've never even talked about that. "
Rose's eyes widened, "You mean you've never even discussed his penchant for making out with you when he's drunk?"
"Never. I'm always too afraid to mention it the next day."
"And you secretly don't want to mention it to him because you're afraid that if you say something about it, the kissing will stop?," she wondered out loud.
"Yes and no. I know it's crazy to let someone do that but Rose, I have no clue what the hell is going on in my brain these days. I most definitely think about him in a more than friends way but at the same time I don't want to lose our friendship. It's too important."
I looked at the clock and realized it was getting close to six, so I told Rose I would call her when I got home tonight and hugged her goodbye.
As I opened the door, I noticed a red car I didn't recognize in the Cullen's driveway. I thought that maybe it was one of Edward's mom's interior design clients. Esme often worked from home so that she could be around whenever Emmett and Edward needed her. Which was often. They were both such Momma's boys. Rose and I made fun of them often but we always understood why they were. Esme was the perfect mother.
As I walked up the driveway, I got increasingly nervous about the date. Would Edward hold my hand during the movie? Would he kiss me when we said goodnight? Would Esme force us to take a million pictures so her and Renee could coo over their babies dating each other?
I had never been so nervous in my life. Would he still like to kiss me even though he's sober?
Ugh. I think I'm going to be sick.
Emmett pulled up in his Jeep before I had a chance to get to the door or throw up, so I walked down to see him before going in.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Yeah, so thanks for bailing on going to the mall with me, asshole," he snorted before hopping out of the car and going around to the other side to grab his gym bag out of the passenger side.
He looked me up and down, "Holy crap, Belly. You look hot."
I blushed ten shades of red and smacked his arm playfully, "Ew, Emmett. You're like my brother."
He smiled deviously, "Yeah, but so is Edward. Think about that when you're kissing him tonight."
I smacked him again and his expression tightened as he looked at me seriously.
"Are you planning on going all the way with him, Young Lady?" Asshole.
"Emmett Dale Cullen! I can't believe you just said that. I have half a mind to tell Esme what you just asked me," I huffed. 'Cause come on, it's really not fair to give Bella a panic attack before her date.
"I'm just kidding with you, Belly. You know that. But I am pissed that you ditched me for Eddie-boy. Plus, I couldn't say a damn thing about your complete lack of manners for completely blowing me off 'cause Rosie would know something was up."
I smiled, "I know. It was great. I'll make it up to you though, Em. We'll go tomorrow, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. As long as Edwardo doesn't come along and ask you on another date. 'Cause you'll always pick him over me. Bitch." I giggled. He went on, "I knew it was only a matter of time before you two stopped dancing around each other and actually went out."
Glancing at Emmett's cell phone in his hand, I saw that it was almost six. "Oh, speaking of which, it's almost six, Em. I gotta get inside to see ol' Eddie-boy," I said as I winked in what I hoped was a seductive way.
He laughed and shook his head, "Poor kid isn't going to know what hit him when you two get together."
We had reached the door by then and as Emmett swung it open, I got a peek over his shoulder and I almost thought we walked into the wrong house.
It was hard to see over Em's giant shoulder but I caught a glimpse of what was there. And that glimpse was enough to make me violently ill.
Edward, my Edward, was frantically kissing an unfamiliar, strawberry-blonde whore. Emmett stood frozen at the door, not knowing what to do as I gasped loudly. Edward froze and removed his face from the skank, I mean girl, and sheepishly said, "Bella, hi. Er, you're early."
I shook my head in disbelief. Emmett looked at me nervously, willing me to say something, to say anything, with his eyes. I cleared my throat and managed to squeak out, "Well, it's a good thing, too, because now your schedule is completely clear to hang out with her. I'm cancelling."
It took all my strength not to break down right then and there as I backed out of the doorway. I didn't wait for a response from Edward. I didn't even have the strength to shut the door behind me. The next thing I knew, I heard a muffled shout and a slam of a door before I felt two, burly arms pick me up and carry me to the Jeep.
Emmett put me in the front seat and whispered as he buckled me up, "I'm so sorry, Bella. I had no idea he was seeing her."
I nodded my forgiveness even though he did nothing wrong and reached in my purse to pull out my cell phone. As we pulled out of Emmett's driveway and headed anywhere but there, I dialed Rose's familiar number.
She picked up after the first ring and her worried tone rang out, "Bella? I thought you were with Edward."
I didn't say anything.
"Bella? Are you there?," came Rose's worried voice.
I forced back the tears and simply said, "I hope you enjoy wearing my sweatpants all next week, Rose," and hung up.