Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I'm just using her characters, specifically Edward and Bella, to create an interesting diversion which I hope you enjoy.
Summary: The summer following Bella Swan's high school graduation is anything but normal. She develops an unexpected friendship with Edward Cullen at Forks Memorial Library. This one-shot will be told in Bella's POV.
#1: I have to thank and love on a few people first. MsKathy, Mstallulahbelle, Crimsonmarie and Ironictwist67 for their endless amount of support.
#2: Silvertwi for being my awesome beta and fixing so many of my mistakes which include my tense issues.
#3: Crimsonmarie for being my pre-reader.
I love them all, hard.
#4: These songs inspired me a lot while writing this story. I would recommend listening to this songs in order: Whisper by A Fine Frenzy, Wait For Me by Theory of a Deadman, Two is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls and Everything by Lifehouse.
#5: This is my first story. Please review and let me know what you thought.
Something magical was in the air as I rode my bike to my second most favorite place in world, Forks Memorial Library, which I nicknamed FML. As a new high school graduate, to say I was excited, would be an understatement.
My mom and dad, Charlie and Renee, bought me a brand new black iPod for my graduation present. Two of my biggest passions in life are the written word and music.
The summers that I spend volunteering at the library are so rewarding. Nothing is more exciting to me than to see children excited about reading. My mom started my love of reading at a very early age and religiously took me to the library every summer. She was definitely not surprised when I went to her towards the end of my sophomore year in high school and asked if I could start volunteering there. There wasn't any hesitancy when she said of course.
At the beginning of my senior year, both my parents encouraged me to apply to any and every college. It came as no surprise that I got accepted to UCLA, and that I was planning on becoming a teacher.
This summer was different for me. I was starting college this fall, in a completely different state. I should have been nervous, but I wasn't.
Slowly coming to a stop in front of the library, I securely latched my bike to the stand and made my way to see Mrs. Hoffman. She was the head librarian and one of my favorite people in the world.
"Good morning, Bella, it's so nice to see you."
I couldn't hide the smile that graced my face.
"Good morning, Mrs. Hoffman, where else would I be? You know how much I enjoy my summers here."
"Well, Bella, there's been a slight change to the curriculum this summer and we decided that we could use one more volunteer."
"Oh, not a problem. What changes have been made?"
"The first thing that you should know is that with the newly expanded part of the library, we have decided to have music classes there. I know that you enjoy reading and music so much that I had to ask you if you would be interested in volunteering some of your time there. Before you say yes, this would add about ten more hours of your volunteer time and I wanted to make sure you would like to do this."
I couldn't contain the squee that came from my lips.
"You have got to be kidding me. Reading and music. Yes. The time commitment doesn't bother me at all."
"Bella, there's one more thing I want to tell you about before you get too excited. With the implementation of the music program we have decided to bring on one more volunteer to assist you"
Before I could register what Mrs. Hoffman said I heard the warm, dulcet voice of an angel from behind me.
"Morning, Mrs. Hoffman, I'm here to assist with the newest music program."
I could recognize that voice anywhere.
The very same Edward Masen that had the same group of fan girls in every nook and cranny of FHS. I would never claim to be a part of that group, but I would be lying if I said I never noticed him during the years. I never ogled him and always stayed a safe distance because who am I kidding...
Edward Masen is one of the untouchables.
I could never give him justice when it came to his looks. I always had my own mental soundtrack when it came to him. It could be rather humorous if you thought about it. I had a rather large play list on my iPod called E's List. Every single song on there had some type of relevance about Edward.
Green Eyes by Coldplay.... Closer by Kings of Leon... Your Body is a Wonderland by John Mayer...
I could go on but the man was and is gorgeous.
Mrs. Hoffman's voice broke me out of my reverie.
"Bella, I would like you to meet Edward Masen. He has graciously offered to assist with the music program and you two shall be working together."
I turned around rather slowly in order to try to contain the crimson that my cheeks always seemed to turn to whenever Edward happened to glance my way.
It was useless.
What should have been awkward wasn't, so when Edward extended his hand to shake mine, I couldn't help but meet his and brought my brown eyes to his green ones.
Cue: Green Eyes montage
Green meeting brown.
"Hi, Bella. I believe we went to FHS together."
The smile he gave me could and did render most of female population of Forks speechless. I even included Jessica and Lauren in that group even if they were the token lesbian couple of Forks because as they said themselves,
"Edward Masen could turn us straight if he ever dropped that smile on us."
I always got the sneaking suspicion that Edward was raised in a very open environment because he never once dropped that smile on Jessica or Lauren. I had seen him drop that smile on a few of the single girls in my class, but I definitely didn't think he was a man whore. His relationship with Tanya seemed to end amicably half-way through our senior year. It seemed around March that I noticed Tanya and Garrett walking hand in hand. Every time I would see Edward and them together they would be joking and laughing. It was definitely surreal not to see any drama between them, but Edward was always part of the popular crowd.
Mrs. Hoffman cleared her throat rather loudly which brought me out of my eternal monologue.
I blushed even harder when I realized that Edward and I were still looking at each other.
Our hands were intertwined.
Both of our smiles were firmly in place.
How long had we been standing there without saying anything??
"Bella, Edward, let me show you the new music wing."
Begrudgingly, I withdrew my hand from Edward's and we both followed Mrs. Hoffman.
She graciously showed us the four private rooms that people could practice in privately before announcing that the auditorium, where most of the practices were going to be held, would be our last stop.
I should have been more prepared because when I walked into the auditorium I was shocked at how beautiful it was. It wasn't huge but there were several paintings of local artist's along the walls and a beautiful, black piano at the center stage.
Edward literally blew past me to make his way to the piano. He sat on the bench and I could see the deep breath he took before he cast a quick look at me and started to play.
It was a song I knew by heart because still to this day, Charlie, would hum it to me.
My brown eyed girl, you're my brown eyed girl.
Do you remember when we used to sing?
I have no idea how it happened but I found myself on the stage singing and dancing. The song reminded me of my dad's attempts at teaching me to dance. I do mean attempts because I was definitely born with two left feet.
As the song drew to an end, I made my way to Edward and sat down next to him. I looked at him curiously.
"How long have you played the piano?"
He quirked an eyebrow and shrugged.
"My mom taught me to play when I was eight, so about ten years now."
"Why didn't you play in band? You're obviously are a very good piano player."
"I didn't want to really infringe on Rosalie's passion. She's going to college at Julliard this fall with Emmett and having that credit surely helped her get in."
With barely a whisper I uttered, "That was very selfless of you."
I didn't think he heard me but in a hushed tone he whispered back to me "I'm not the only selfless one."
I lifted myself off the piano bench rather quickly and focused my attention to Mrs. Hoffman, who happened to have a huge smile on her face.
Clearing my throat and trying with everything in my power to reduce the crimson of my cheeks, I asked her about what my volunteering schedule would be like.
"I had a feeling that you would enthusiastically say yes to this, so we made your schedule a little easier. Would it be alright if you volunteered three days a week? Monday, Wednesday and Friday? On Monday and Friday you could come in and work from 2 to 7 and spend time with the music program. Then on Wednesday you could work from 1 to 5 with the reading program. Would that be alright with you?"
"Out of curiosity, who is going to be the primary music instructor for the children? I mean, Edward, is obviously very talented with the piano. I can play the acoustic guitar and flute but a lot of these kids play other instruments. I really don't want them to feel forced to play an instrument that is meant to bring them joy."
"Nothing to fear, Bella, Jasper Hale and his fiancée Alice Cullen, have offered to volunteer their time as well. They will work with the other children and at the end of the summer we will have a concert."
"Wow. You have planned this out very well. I would love to help out with this."
"So would I, Mrs. Hoffman, I am really excited for this summer program."
I was surprised that I didn't sense Edward behind me. I turned around and couldn't help the smile that graced my face.
We made our way towards Mrs. Hoffman talking about the music program. Our conversation was easy and light. The start of the summer was definitely looking up.
The month of June was a blur to me. I was oddly excited and sad at the same time. I was assisting three of the most mischievous ten year olds.
Jane, Alec and Demetri were triplets who always seemed to have their hands in trouble. One of the private rooms became our sanctuary of sorts. They were not as out of control in there as in the auditorium. Plus, they had already been playing the guitar for a year now and I found ways to challenge them to learn something new. Jane and Alec had acoustic electric guitars and Demetri referred to himself as the rebel of the group and loved to play his electric guitar. I was rather surprised that their parents enrolled them in this program because they surely seemed to be virtuosos when it came to the guitar. However, they were getting restless, so I decided to challenge them a little.
Boy did they ever accept that challenge.
While I thoroughly enjoyed these sessions with the triplets, I barely got the chance to talk to anyone else. Mrs. Hoffman was a constant in all three days that I was there. I didn't get that much of a chance to talk to Edward, Alice or Jasper. Monday's and Friday's time usually flew by whereas on Wednesday's everything slowed down. I was able to relax and do story time with a bunch of five and six year olds.
After talking to Mrs. Hoffman, she agreed to let me read some of the lesser known children's stories. It was going fairly smoothly until the end of June. I was reading Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs and Kate Denali questioned my reading of that story. In the midst of her tangent she mentioned that Snow White was never perfect and that there is no such thing as Seven Dwarfs. Before I could explain myself, Mrs. Hoffman gently took her away from us and I could see their hushed conversation before returning to the kids. Thankfully, they didn't understand what got Kate was so upset about and I finished the story. The kids said goodbye. Jane and Alec always gave me firm hugs followed by high fives from most of the boys in the group before they walked towards their parents.
"Bella, I'm so sorry about Kate's outburst it was totally uncalled for. She is going through a particularly nasty divorce right now but be assured that she apologized profusely and feels extremely guilty."
"I appreciate that you talked to her but I worry if she has another one of these outbursts it could affect the children in the future. Thankfully they were not interested in her thoughts and I was able to finish reading the story. It also makes me wonder if I should be reading some of the lesser known stories that I have started. Because even though I have your permission to, I don't really enjoy confrontations and only want to encourage the kids to read."
"Bella, be assured, that after this conversation, with the soon to be ex Mrs. Denali, she won't be having anymore of these outbursts. She has been warned and I expect her to adhere to these rules."
"Thank you, Mrs. Hoffman, I really appreciate your support and I look forward to reading to these kids. Before I head home have you received any feedback from the families of the kids ?"
"Oh, yes, Bella. Edward and Jasper are teaching the children how to play some of the most amazing piano concertos. Alice is helping teach most of the teens how to play the drums and the clarinet. I have been getting a lot of families saying positive things about what you guys are doing. How are your lessons with Jane, Alec and Demetri going?"
"At first, it was definitely a challenge. So I decided to expand their music knowledge and teach them some of the tougher guitar songs. Once I did that, everything went smoothly. I am really excited to see where their talent takes them."
I took a quick glance at the clock and saw that it was approaching eight at night.
"Well, Bella, I am definitely excited that you are a part of the program. Starting next week we should be able to start group rehearsals and then we can really start to plan the concert."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Hoffman, I'll see you on Friday."
"Goodnight to you as well, Bella."
After walking outside and getting on my bike, I decided to take the long way home. I remember looking out the windows during the afternoon and it was one of those rare sunny days in Forks. As I rode my bike, I looked up towards the horizon and witnessed the most beautiful sunset as I made my way to Tillicum Park.
Call me cheesy, but whenever something bad happened to me, I always sought out the place that, as a child, brought me the greatest joy. Tillicum Park was not huge. There were a couple of swings and a teeter-totter, but what attracted me the most was the rather large train that was there. My mom used to take me there every Sunday when I was growing up, and I would spend countless hours playing on my train.
When I got to the park, I locked my bike and made my way to the train. There were a couple of cars in the lot, and I could see families taking the rare sunny evening to play.
I waved to a few of them, got on my train, and took in the scenes before me.
Mike and Jessica on the swings looking like they were in the middle of a date. Esme and Carlisle Cullen walking hand in hand. Angela and Ben involved in what looked like a heated game of chess.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't even realize I had company, specifically, Edward's company.
I looked at him in surprise, because in all the years of coming here, I had never seen him.
"Edward, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that. You scared me half to death."
"Bella, you are so unobservant. I walked up to you five minutes ago and said hi but you were seemingly lost in your thoughts."
I slowly brought my feet to the ground and that was when my clumsiness seemed to take over. I would have face planted on the ground if I hadn't felt strong arms wrap around my waist to catch me.
Edward's arms around my waist should have been the death of me because I cannot tell you how many times I had this fantasy. It was almost like an out of body experience. He slowly lifted me back up to him and I turned around to meet his gaze.
His trademark eyebrow was quirked up.
His piercing green eyes were looking intently at my brown eyes.
His smirk was in place.
The kicker....He hadn't shaved the day before, and he had the sexiest scruff on his face.
His hold on me was firm, and my body almost gave in to have him closer. Instead, I took a deep breath and gradually took a step back from him. I could feel the tell-tale hint of the crimson on my cheeks.
"Sorry, Edward, I have a tendency to do that but you caught me by surprise by being here. I have come to this park for so many years that this would be the last place I expected to see you."
The laugh that came out of Edward's mouth was also a surprise.
"Bella, I too, have been coming here for years. I just usually stick to the swings and have never ventured to the train."
He quirked his eyebrow up.
"Yes, my train."
"Bella, I hate to tell you this, this is a public park. That train is for everyone not only you."
"Would you believe me if I told you that all the times I have come to MY TRAIN that nobody else has joined me... Well, except my mom and dad."
"Well, maybe you could share YOUR TRAIN with me sometimes?"
I couldn't help the snort that came through my nose.
"Ha ha. Very funny. Why would you want to do that?"
He took a slight step towards me and said, "Because sometimes it's nice to do something that is not part of the routine. Do you know what I mean, Bella?"
At this point, I was pretty sure that my cheeks would be a permanent shade of crimson when I was around Edward. Honestly, it didn't bother me in the slightest.
"I do know what you mean. It's nice to do something that is not routine, but I'm not that bold. I am more of a creature of habit. On the rare sunny day, you can usually find me at this park. On a rainy day, I can usually be found at the gazebo at Forks Bible Church except on Sundays because my family doesn't go to church."
Edward seemed to think about this for a moment.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spill so much verbal diarrhea at you. I'm sure that you have better places to be at."
Saying those words took me back to a lot of the "rumors" I had heard about Edward during high school.
Was he a partier?
Was he used to getting any woman he wanted?
"Bella, whatever comes from your mouth is most definitely not verbal diarrhea. In fact, I rather like some the things you say, but let's move past that. Would you like to get a slice of pie with me at Forks Diner? I'm a creature of habit when it comes to religiously going there just to have their apple pie."
"Sure. I have my bike with me so how about I meet you there?"
"My brother Emmett let me borrow his jeep. So it really wouldn't be an issue if you want to put your bike in his jeep, then we could go together."
In a car, with Edward.
At this point, I was pretty sure that I would have a heart attack by the end of the day, but what a way to go.
"Sure, I'll call my mom on the way to the diner to let her know I'll be out a little later than normal."
As I made my way to the jeep, Edward opened the door for me. Before, I could even think about how I was going to get in, he lifted me off the ground and helped me up. As I got settled my cell phone started to ring, and I instantly recognized the ringtone as my mom's.
I started to explain to her that I was going to the diner with a friend, however, what my mom took from me saying "friend" was that I was on a date. As I tried to explain to her that it was only Edward Masen, she nearly blew a gasket, and practically told me that his dad, Edward Senior, had a role in every single one of her fantasies before she met my dad. In detail, she went on to tell me about how his dad had a signature crooked smile, and that he was one of the most romantic husbands in the world. Of course, she would know because she is an event planner and assisted with his 20th wedding anniversary party in which he proposed to his wife, again.
After assuring her that I would be fine, she let me go with the not so subtle hint that it wouldn't hurt to flirt a little bit with Edward, which caused me to snort, again.
The Forks Diner was pretty quiet that night. After the conversation with my mom, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to flirt with Edward a little bit. However, I wasn't as flirtatious as my mom and dad are.
I like to think I was very subtle, a look here and a glance there.
While we ate our pies we talked about a little bit of everything. When he offered to give me a ride home, I said yes, partially because Charlie would have blown a gasket if he knew I was riding my bike home at eleven at night. As I started to get out of the jeep, Edward, gently touched my shoulder and asked me to wait. He then proceeded to open the door and offer me his hand.
As I made my way to the ground, I took a minute to compose myself.
"Thank you, Edward, for the ride home and the pie."
"You're welcome, Bella. I guess I'll see you on Friday when we start the group sessions."
I realized at this point that he hadn't relinquished his hold on my hand.
"Yeah, I am really excited about everyone practicing together. Have you put that much thought at what we are doing for the concert?"
"Actually, I haven't, Jasper and Alice have several ideas that they would like to run by us."
"Oh, maybe, on Friday we can get together and talk about it."
"Yeah, that would be great."
We seemed to stand there for a minute or so just looking at each other before I cleared my throat.
"Well, goodnight, Edward. Thanks again for the ride. Next time I think I might just drive my truck to the library, in case I decide to stay a little later than normal."
"You don't have to do that. I've seen you riding your bike around and I have the sneaking suspicion that you really love that bike almost as much as you love that truck."
"Well, I don't want to inconvenience you or anyone else if I had to ride my bike home at night."
"You're not an inconvenience. Let me see your cell phone."
I couldn't help my own eye brow from quirking upwards.
Great, now he decided to throw the pout in my direction.
"Sure, Edward. Only if you let me program my number on your cell phone."
"Ha ha. That was too easy."
We easily swapped cell phone numbers, and said goodnight to each other.
Then, I was ambushed by my mom about my "date" with Edward Cullen.
Her ambush lasted about two hours. By the time my dad came home, I had literally drawn a white flag in the air. I begged him not to ask, as I sleepily made my way to my bedroom, and went through my nightly routine. I barely felt my head hit my pillow, before I heard my cell phone beep.
"Goodnight, Bella. Maybe next time you can let me try some of your peach pie."
Opening up my phone, I quickly responded.
"In your dreams, Edward. In your dreams. Goodnight"
I drifted off into a deep sleep and woke up around nine in the morning, the next day, to his reply.
"My dreams. Maybe."
After a day of rest on Thursday, I was ready for Friday.
I didn't really need an introduction to Jasper, because he was my music teacher for my junior and senior year in high school.
Then I met, Alice.
She was definitely one to leave an impression.
At first, I was quite surprised that her and Jasper were engaged because they were such opposites. After spending most of my Friday with them, I couldn't help but notice that they actually complimented each other very well.
Alice was extroverted, touchy and friendly.
Jasper was introverted and kept his emotions in check except when he was near Alice.
The looks of love they shared with each other almost rivaled that of my mom and dad. It was so intense that sometimes I had to look away.
I barely had any time to talk to Edward while trying to keep Jane, Alec and Demetri occupied.
It was decided that the easiest way to do the concert would be for each group to have fifteen minutes to perform a routine. That would be very easy with Edward's group of pianists, my group of guitarists and Jasper/Alice's group of trumpets. Everyone was putting in so much effort into making the concert a success that I couldn't help but smile.
The month of July was a blur to me. Thankfully, Kate didn't blow up at me, at all. In fact, she nor her kids came back to the library which caused me to wonder if it was because of what happened.
Mrs. Hoffman assured me that Kate had to go back to Alaska to deal with her divorce, but that she would be returning to Forks in August.
The practices we were having as a group went very well. We would all section off to a different corner of the auditorium and towards the end of the sessions we would play together.
To be honest, my routines, were getting shattered left and right mostly because of Edward. He had taken coming to the library on Wednesday's and asking if if I would like to go have some pie. I think he knew I couldn't say no, when he added his infamous crooked smile to the equation.
At the same time, I couldn't understand why he was spending time with me, and every time I thought about asking him, he would distract me.
I also had this nagging question in the back of my mind... Why didn't we ever talk to each other in high school?
When Edward and I were apart he would text me some of the most random things.
E: What's your favorite fruit?
B: Peach. Yours?
B: Who's your favorite poet?
E: Keats. Yours?
E: Hm mm. Favorite song?
B: Dead Leaves and The Dirty Ground.
E: Closer not the NIN song but the one by Kings of Leon.
B: Ha ha. Goodnight, Edward.
E: Sweet dreams, Bella
The texts were very sweet in nature, and I couldn't help but to bask in the friendship that had seemed to develop between us.
It was towards the end of July that I realized that I had spent so much of my time and energy at the library that I had completely neglected my friendship with Angela. We had been friends since childhood, and I considered her one of my closest friends. After a brief phone call, we decided to go to the book store in Port Angeles.
Angela and I were very good friends. We met in the literature club our freshman year in high school. We had a strong love of books and would have sleep overs at both our houses for the past four years.
I pulled up at her house, and we made our way to Port Angeles. We wound up spending most of our time talking about how our summers were going.
Angela told me about how her relationship with Ben was becoming stronger and stronger. They had been dating for about two years now. They were both moving to Portland in the fall, but they were going to different colleges. When she asked me if I had been dating anybody I said no, but I could feel my cheeks turning crimson.
"You sure you're not dating anyone, Bella?"
"Angela, I'm not dating anyone."
"I saw you and Edward Masen at the diner the other day. You two looked awfully cozy."
"Ha ha. Seriously, Angela. Edward Masen and I. That is so not happening. He is like a god and I am a mere mortal."
"You seriously have not heard the rumors have you?"
"Everyone and their mothers have been talking about your outings."
"What do you mean?"
"All I have heard, is that every Wednesday, you both go to the same diner. He gives you a ride home every single time."
"Angela, that can hardly be construed as dating. We are friends. He has never kissed me."
"You know that Edward was never the most forward guy in the world. It took just about the entire student body of Forks almost a year to figure out Edward and Tanya were dating."
"Why do you think that is?"
"Well, I think he's an intensely private person, and even though he was popular in high school, he kept a lot of things to himself. Plus, I would know, he is one of Ben's closest friends."
"Ben and Edward are friends? Since when?"
"About two and half years now. In fact, it was Edward that got Ben to ask me out after homecoming."
We continued walking the streets of Port Angeles and around lunch time we decided to go to C'est Si Bon, a quaint French Cafe.
We were talking when I looked across the street and saw Edward. I excused myself and walked towards the entrance to wave at him.
I opened the door and saw that there was a woman running towards him.
It was Kate.
She jumped up into his arms and hugged him tightly.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. As I turned around, I caught Edward looking at Kate intently.
"Bella, you okay?"
I took a sharp intake of air.
"Angela, I think I want to go home."
"Are you okay? You look really pale. Let's sit down."
"I think I need some water."
Angela quickly walked with me back to our table and went to the Barista to bring me some water. I looked back out the window, and I didn't see Edward or Kate anymore.
Angela came back to the table and handed me the water which I gulped down rather quickly.
"Bella, what happened out there?"
"Oh, it was nothing. I thought I saw a friend, and it wasn't him."
"Who did you think it was?"
"Are you sure it wasn't him?"
"Yeah. I think I saw something I wasn't meant to see."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I think I've been volunteering too much this summer at the library."
"I don't think it's the library that's got you tired. In fact, I think it's your after hours activities with Edward."
"Angela, Edward and I are just friends. We haven't done anything. No kissing. No hand holding. No making out. Nothing. We just happen to go to the diner for pie every Wednesday."
"You don't think those are dates?"
"He never calls them dates. He always asks if I want to grab some pie, and I say yes."
"Does he pay?"
"Yes, but that's besides the point."
"I would call that a date in my eyes."
"Listen, Angela. If Edward Masen was dating me, I would have not just witnessed a particularly intense hug outside these doors."
"What do you mean, Bella?"
"The friend I thought I saw outside was Edward. What I saw was a newly divorced Kate Denali running towards him. They held each other for so long that I had to turn away before I saw anything else."
"You're kidding. Kate and Edward. I know Kate is only 24 but Edward is 18."
"Angela, it doesn't matter. In less than a month I am going to college in California. Let's drop this. I want to spend time with you and not talking about Edward. Okay?"
"Yeah, I'll let it drop for now, but you never let me finish what I had to say. When I hang out with Ben, he is constantly telling me about this new girl in Edward's life. How much he wished he would have gotten to know her in high school, and that he was an idiot not to take his chance."
"I am sure he is talking about Kate."
"Actually, Ben said his mystery girl is a brunette. Kate's a redhead."
"Whatever, I'm feeling a little tired. I think I might be coming down with something. Is it okay if we head back to Forks?"
Honestly, I was feeling tired, and I felt like I was coming down with something. The drive back to Forks was spent listening to the radio. After assuring Angela that I would call her before I headed to California, I made my way home.
I was thankful that my mom and dad weren't home. I made my way up to my bedroom, and promptly passed out on my bed.
After a couple of hours of attempting to sleep, I awoke to the feeling of a cold cloth on my forehead.
"Bella, sweetie, you okay?"
"I feel so hot, mom. I think I'm sick."
"I think so too, Bella. When your dad and I came home from our date night, I came upstairs to see that you were already asleep. You're running a fever right now. I don't think you're going to make it to the library tomorrow."
"Yeah, I think I'm going to rest this weekend."
"I'll call them later. Did you want some NyQuil?"
"Yeah, that would help."
I fell asleep rather quickly after she brought me the NyQuil.
When I looked at my alarm clock I was shocked to see that it was four in the afternoon already. I reached over to my cell phone and saw that I had 15 missed text messages. All from Edward.
"Worst movie you have ever seen?"
"Are you more of a cat or dog person?"
I scrolled down to the last two which were identical.
"Where are you?"
I replied slowly.
"Sick. I'm staying home this weekend. Please, don't come over. I don't want you to get sick."
I was surprised to get a reply so quickly.
"It would take a lot more than you being sick for me to stay away from you."
I took a deep breath and coughed.
"Edward, I need space right now. Please just give me that."
"Bella, what did I do?"
It killed me to tell him, so I deflected his question.
"It's not you. It's me. Just give me some space, please."
I turned off my phone before I could get his response.
The next few days I lingered in my bedroom, took baths and my mom brought me food to eat. I could tell by the looks she kept giving me that there was something that was eating at her.
By the time that Monday rolled around, I was feeling a lot better so I decided to make my way to the living room. My dad was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
"Bella. Good to see you up and around. Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah. A little. I think I'll be able to go to the library on Wednesday."
Charlie moved off the couch slowly and went to his desk. He pulled out what looked like around a dozen letters.
"Bella, these are for you. Edward Masen came by the house around twelve times the past three days. I think he wanted to tell you something. Is there something that you should be telling me?"
I laughed and then snorted.
"Charlie... There is nothing going on with Edward and me. We are just friends. Seriously."
"Are you sure? Because these letters here sure look suspicious."
"Let me be the judge of that."
I took the letters from his hands and went back to my bedroom.
I then promptly turned my phone back on realizing that I didn't talk to anyone in the past four days.
I read the screen in shock.
100 new text messages.
5 new voice mails.
I would say that 50% of them were from Edward and the other 50% were from Angela.
I looked but didn't read the letters that Edward had left and promptly started to cry.
I didn't want to deal with this right now. I had one more month of Forks, and I really was looking forward to the end of the summer concert at the library.
You would think that avoiding Edward at the library was the easiest thing in the world.
It was not.
He kept popping up at every nook and cranny imaginable.
It wasn't only at the library that I had to endure his presence. I quickly found new spots that he didn't know about to spend my time at. The park, gazebo and diner were officially off limits. I found that my home, specifically my bedroom, was my sanctuary. I showed up at the library right before the lessons would start and leave immediately after.
I began to miss my creature of habit tendencies. I felt like I was walking in an endless circle and was desperate to break out and do something spontaneous.
I chose not to avoid Angela. She and I went to coffee sporadically, and she learned rather quickly not to bring up Edward in conversation. It was on one of these outings that she told me Jessica and Lauren were having a going away party at Jessica's house. Since, I was already desperate to break out of the monotony that my life had been the past couple of weeks, I excitedly accepted.
The party was being held on a Friday. Angela insisted that I should dress up a little. My mom encouraged this, then promptly shoved a $100 bill into my hands and told me to go shopping.
I didn't really enjoy shopping. I knew how to dress up or down but I always had the get in and get out mentality.
Angela drove me to Port Angeles, and we decided to go to this little boutique called The Alley Cat. It was a shop I knew about but avoided it because anything nowadays that said vintage always equaled expensive. Somehow Angela coaxed me in there. I couldn't complain because less than thirty minutes later I walked out with a green, satin top with a little cleavage and a mid-thigh white skirt, against my protests, might I add.
I knew that I had an average body. I loathed looking like I walked out of an lingerie catalog. In the past year, my mom had decided to re-vamp my underwear and bra sets to something that looked like a Victoria's Secret catalog. I will admit that the boy shorts and lacy bra's were extremely comfortable, but I drew the line at wearing the underwear that had a string to cover my ass.
How in the world did women manage to walk in them was beyond me.
After the shopping, we decided to head back to my house and change.
To quote my mom as I showed her the outfit was priceless.
"What have you done with my daughter? She was a gorgeous before, but now she is up to goddess level."
She went on to add "You have got to wear those heels I bought you."
I managed to talk her down from the heels because even though it was August in Forks, there was no way in hell that I would be comfortable walking around in heels on the grass. We settled on a nice pair of white flip flops.
Angela curled my hair and I put a light amount of make up then Angela said, "Bella, you have the longest lashes I have ever seen. You have to show them off a little."
Once again, she won that battle and applied a small amount of black mascara. I stood up and walked over to my full length mirror. I couldn't believe that it was me. My legs looked long, my breasts looked perky and I would almost say that I did look like a goddess.
Angela looked amazing as always. She was wearing a gray lacy top with a black skirt. She completed her look by adding a pair of black flip flops.
We said a quick goodbye to my mom and assured her that we would call if we needed a ride. I could say that I was lucky to be raised by such liberal parents. They would never admit it, but they didn't mind if I drank just as long as I was honest about it and called if I ever needed anything.
Not that I was much of a partier. I think in the entire time I was in high school I only went to maybe 2 or 3 parties, and I never got drunk like some of my friends. I was not fond of beer, but if I did drink, I would normally go straight for the liquor. I'd become quite fond of Amaretto since I was introduced to it.
Jessica's family definitely lived in the wealthier part of Forks. I didn't come over there that often, but every time I walked into their mansion, I was instantly in awe of the beauty. It was love at first sight when she showed me her library. The positive of Jessica's parties was that they rarely got out of control. Angela and I got to Jessica's house around 8:30. I was surprised to see how many people were here already.
Around 10, there were around 40 people hanging out on Jessica's patio. I excused myself and made my way to the top floor where I knew I would find her library.
I loved being around people, but sometimes I need to have some alone time.
I made my way to the book shelves and picked up a book I had heard about recently.
I Too Had A Love Story.
As I was reaching up to get the book, I heard the door open and close quietly, followed by a click.
At first I was scared but then I heard a soft, melodic voice.
I would know that voice anywhere.
It was the voice I had been avoiding for the past couple of weeks.
As I turned around, the book fell from my hands. I tried to keep my eyes from meeting his but it was impossible.
In slow, measured steps Edward made his way to me.
I couldn't move. He was breathtaking as always.
He was wearing a blue, button down and dark blue jeans with white sneakers.
He stopped in front of me, and I could smell his minty breath on my face. Our bodies were close but we weren't touching.
"Bella, I won't take no for an answer but would you please just listen to me? The past two weeks of not seeing you, talking to you," and in barely a hushed whisper, "being with you have been hell. Angela told me what you saw."
I moved my fingers to his mouth slowly.
"Edward, you don't owe me any explanation. You and I are just friends. You can date and have sex with anyone you want. You don't have any ties to me except in the boundaries of friendship."
I didn't believe any of the words that came out of my mouth, but I knew that we had to end our friendship because eventually college would split us apart.
Edward moved my hand from his mouth and intertwined our fingers.
"Bella. I'm tired of you avoiding me. I'm tired of driving around town wondering where you are. I miss you and before you say anything else I need you to understand a few things."
I nodded my head hesitantly, and he guided us to the leather sofa while keeping his hand with mine. His green eyes looked at me so intensely, I had to take a deep breath. I kept my focus on him as he started to talk.
"Bella. Let me start at the beginning. I think that it's best that I explain a lot of things from the beginning. Halfway through our senior year I noticed you. It was just a couple of weeks after Tanya and I broke up. Before you even start, Tanya and I broke up because we decided we were better off as friends. We love each other but only as friends. I didn't realize it because I had never been in a relationship with someone before Tanya.
He took a deep breath and continued.
"Well, like I said, a few weeks after Tanya and I broke up, I noticed you. You were sitting in band class playing your flute before everyone showed up. You were playing Let It Be by the Beatles. I was entranced watching you play. I watched you for a couple of minutes before the late bell rang, and I literally rushed my way to class."
He took another deep breath and reached for my other hand so that we faced each other completely. I could see tears threatening to leave his eyes.
"I don't want to scare you but for the next months that followed, I made brief stops to hear you play. I began to look forward to those couple of minutes a day. We didn't have any classes together and I began to curse my unselfish nature by letting Rosalie play the piano instead of me. Around the month of May, my mom asked me if I could drop off some books at the library for her. It was there that I overheard Mrs. Hoffman talking to someone on the phone about the newly expanded music wing, and that she needed to talk to you about adjusting your volunteering schedule. I knew that my adoptive dad, Carlisle, had donated a large amount of money to have that wing made so when I went home I asked him why. He said that he donated the money because of me. That I deserved to have that wing because of the sacrifices I made to make Rosalie's dream come true."
There were tears streaming down his cheeks. He wasn't looking at me anymore. I couldn't help but to move my hand to his face and gently wipe his tears away.
His eyes looked up to mine.
"Edward, you have always been selfless. Why should that surprise you?"
He let out a cough and began to speak to me.
"Bella. It's not that. When I found out you were going to be volunteering at the library I knew that I had a chance at getting to know you better. Before graduation, the only thing I was excited about was going to college. That first day that I saw you at the library, everything, that I was looking forward to with college went straight out the window and even though we didn't get to talk a lot, I looked forward to those three days a week, when I would see you."
"Everything changed when I saw you at the park on your train."
He smiled and chuckled at that.
"You were a breath of fresh air to me. I relished in those couple of hours that you and I would spend at the diner. You did enjoy them too, right?"
"Yes, I did but that's besides the point."
He then brushed his finger across my lips.
"Shh, Bella. Let me continue."
I nodded my head slowly.
"My sister, Rosalie, kept pestering me about why I was so happy when I would come home from one of our Wednesday night outings. I joked to her that I was having pie with a friend. She went on to say well... Edward... Are you sure it's just a friend? Are you keeping something from us? I was shocked. I quickly explained to her that my friend was you. She snorted, and I'm sure she was just joking, but in a six year old's voice she said 'Edward's got a girlfriend.' When I didn't laugh at her admission I realized that I truly did want you to be my girlfriend."
"Edward, please, just stop for a minute."
"Bella, I am almost finished. Then you can have your say."
"Towards the end of July, Tanya asked me if I would mind picking up her sister Kate from the Port Angeles airport because she had to work and most of her family was up in Alaska helping Kate move. I didn't have to work and have always had a strong friendship with the Denalis even after the relationship between Tanya and I ended. I hadn't seen Kate in quite sometime and when I saw her again I was happy to see the woman she used to be. Her marriage ended badly, and her ex-husband was an abusive asshole, but fortunately Kate and her kids were able to break free from him."
He moved slightly closer to me and continued.
"Bella, that hug you saw between us was just that. A hug that was shared between two friends. There is absolutely nothing but friendship going on between us."
I took my hands away from his and stood up. I needed this distance. I couldn't look at him.
"Edward, it doesn't matter. You and I are just friends. That's all we ever were. It won't matter in the next month because I'm going to UCLA."
Before I knew it he turned me around and was holding onto my shoulders. His eyes were a darker shade of green, and I don't think I had ever seen that look on his face before.
"Bella, ask me where I'm going to college. Ask me, now."
"It doesn't matter. I won't ever put someone through the whole long distance thing."
"Bella, ask me."
I felt a sob escape my throat before I could ask him.
His hands moved from my shoulders, to my face while gently cupping my cheeks.
"Bella, I'm going to college at UCLA. I'm either going to study Music Theology or English Literature," he said in a whisper.
Before I could say anything his lips gently touched my own.
His lips were soft and gentle.
His kisses were sweet and tender.
He moved his hands down towards my waist and brought me closer to him. I couldn't help but bring my fingers through his hair. Our kisses were tentative and I felt a slow burn grow inside me.
We kept kissing like that for what felt like hours until he pulled his mouth away from mine. He kept me close and I looked into his eyes as he laid his forehead against mine.
"Bella, I need to show you something. Please let me take you to my house."
How could I refuse him when he had just opened up to me like that?
He took my hand and walked me out of Jessica's house.
"I only live a couple houses down from Jessica's," he said.
We walked hand in hand to his house. Once we got there, I was rendered speechless. It wasn't a huge mansion like Jessica's but whoever designed it made it look so elegant and quaint. I looked over at Edward.
"Your house is beautiful."
For the first time ever, he blushed, instead of me.
"My mom dabbles in architecture. She built this house for us."
"Wow, Edward. This house is amazing from the outside. I can't wait to see the inside."
"Come on, Bella. There is something inside the house I want to show you."
His hand linked with mine. I felt as if I was flying through the foyer and the flight of stairs. We walked down a hallway, that had paintings along the walls.
No matter how much I wanted to look at them, there seemed to be a sense of urgency in Edward's steps.
He stopped in front of a door and as he opens it, his hand leaves my own.
He shook his head up and down and said, "ladies first".
As I walked into the room, I heard the soft click of a door closing and then the room is illuminated light.
"Bella, this is my bedroom."
His bedroom was beautiful. The walls were dark green and there was a huge book shelf against his wall.
As I walked up to the shelf, I heard a song filter across the room but my focus was on the books. As I gently ran my fingers across the books I felt Edward's hands move around my waist and I shivered a little when he brought his lips next to my ear.
In a deep voice, which I didn't recognize, he whispered to me.
"I want to share something that I wrote."
I turned around in his arms and said yes. His fingers enclosed in mine as he guided me towards his bed. His bed was draped in dark green sheets and a black comforter. I sat down next to him as he reached for a notebook.
He looked at me and for the first time, I can tell that he's nervous. I placed my hand on his shoulder and whispered to him.
"It's okay, Edward, you don't have read that to me."
Unexpectedly, Edward moved his body so that he was facing me and as he did this the notebook fell to the floor. He reached for my waist and moved my body so that I sat across his lap.
His arms wrapped around my waist and he brought me closer to him.
"Bella, I don't need the notebook. I wrote this for you."
She will tell you that she is just a girl.
She doesn't see that she really is a woman.
She is coming to her own.
She isn't selfish.
She has the deepest brown eyes that I just want to get lost in.
She would say that her body is not perfect.
I would say that her body was meant to be loved by me...
My lips were on his instantaneously. This was not a gentle kiss. It's a kiss of longing and hunger. He wrote those words about me. He took a raged breath and that's when I tentatively moved my tongue to his open mouth. He groaned and then his tongue invaded my own mouth. Our kisses became even more passionate and hungrier. His hands slipped under my shirt, touching my bare skin and I couldn't control the goosebumps that erupted from his touch.
I have no idea how he did it but he pulled his lips away from mine, slowly ending our kiss as he kept his forehead pressed against mine.
"Bella, I didn't bring you here for sex. I brought you here because I couldn't wait anymore. I've been admiring you from afar since February and when we got to know each other, at the diner, I started to believe in destiny."
"I started to believe in fate."
I looked into his eyes, hesitantly. I had to ask him these questions.
"Edward, what about Tanya? You were with her for almost three years. Did you love her?"
He brought his hands from my face and wrapped them around my waist, once again. He shrugged and then after a minute he turned his face and looked at me with a determined expression.
"Bella.. I don't know how to explain this. So I hope this makes sense. The Cullen's adopted me when I was four, I barely remember anything about my parents. The Cullens and Denalis have always been friends. Tanya and I grew up together and we were inseparable as children and teenagers. When we were around 15, we were curious one day and kissed each other. It was our first kiss. Well, pretty soon our friends at school started assuming we were together because we have always been affectionate with each other. After the kiss, we started dating. Going to movies, parties and other things. About one year ago, I started to feel like the love I have for Tanya is more towards friendship but I couldn't bring myself to break her world like that. So I continued going through the motions of being in a relationship with her. I won't lie to you. I did have sex with Tanya but around Christmas, while our families were celebrating, Tanya came to me. We wound up talking about our relationship all night long."
"As the sun was rising, we both realized that the love that we have was more like the love between friends and not lovers."
Taking a deep breath he continued.
"Bella, I know it sounds strange but after Tanya and I broke up we easily went back to our friendship. However, when I saw you for the briefest of moments, I started to like you. I was discreet and asked Rosalie about you but pretty soon she put two and two together. By the time we graduated, I knew that I was going to get to spend the summer with you, thanks to Carlisle's gift to the library."
His eyes stared at mine refusing to give up their hold.
"When we started going to the diner every Wednesday, I actually started to believe in fate and destiny."
He looked at me intensely as I stood up and moved to straddle his legs and sit down on his lap. His arms went automatically around my waist before he tugged me closer to him. I moved my hands around his neck, and ran my fingers through his soft hair.
I am pretty sure the looks we were giving each other would have burned down this house with their intensity.
"Bella, what I wanted to tell you the most. The most important thing is that.... I am completely and madly in love with you. I love you like Robert Browning loved Elizabeth Barrett but so much more deeply and after our nights spent at the diner, I realized that I loved you not as a friend but as something more."
"Edward, I don't know what to say.."
"Bella, you don't have to say the words to me. Let me show you how much I love you."
He waited for my answer. I was surprised there wasn't any hesitation when I said yes.
Edward gently lowered our bodies down to his bed and turned us over so that I was on the bottom. His legs split my legs apart and I could feel how much he wanted me. He raised his head up and moved so that he was sitting between my legs before lowering his face towards mine. He placed barely there kisses on my forehead and worked his way down my body. He unbuttoned my shirt with ease and gasped when he noticed my black lace bra underneath the shirt.
He looked at me again, then placed his hand on my heart "Is this okay?"
I looked at him and took the front clasp of my bra off, exposing my breasts. His eyes smoldered in response and he placed his hands on my breasts, gently caressing them while looking at me intently.
"Your breasts were made to be worshiped. They fit my hands perfectly. I have imagined this for so long. I cannot tell you how many nights I spent wide awake wondering what your breasts would feel like."
"Your entire body was made for me to worship."
"Tell me, Edward. Tell me, everything."
He paused and moved his body over my own while bringing his mouth next to my ear.
"I wrote so much, Bella. Over the past six months, I wrote so much poetry that I filled three notebooks."
"I have one song, on the piano."
"You inspired all of it, Bella."
I knew deep in my heart that I wanted to hear that song, but there were more things that I wanted to experience with Edward first.
I wanted the intimacy that was shared between lovers.
Something that I had never had before.
When he spoke those words to me the slow burn that I felt turned into a flame. A huge flame that refused to go out.
I put my hands on Edward's cheeks as he moved his lips to my own in a crushing kiss. My hands moved in their own accord grasping at his shirt and moving it over his stomach. His lips were off mine briefly, as he moved his shirt off his body. His hands shook while he tried to take his jeans off. I heard his muttered curses and couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips.
He smiled and laughed as well.
"I'm so used to my button fly jeans but they are all dirty so I was reduced to wear these."
I sat up a little bit and he moved slightly away from me.
"Here, let me help. I'm not expert but I think these are not that much harder to open."
I unbuttoned his top button and when I got to his zipper he put his hand over mine.
I looked up at him in question.
"Bella, is this what you want? I'm not so sure I'll be able to stop once our clothes are off."
"Yes, I want you Edward. I want for you to be my lover."
His kissed me hard again and in between uttering these words...
"Ravenous with need"
"So very soft"
His hands moved over my body, the way his fingers moved over the piano, until we were naked. I should have been scared but I wasn't, oddly enough. I took a look at his cock and wondered how the hell that was going to fit inside me. It wasn't huge but it wasn't small either. I mean, I remember sex ed in high school. They showed us what a penis looked like. I even remembered when my mom had the sex talk with me and said that the penis had a lot of different names but that she always liked cock.
Edward laughed when he saw the look on my face.
"Don't worry, Bella. It hurts the first time, but I'll be gentle."
He moved his hand to the drawer set and opened it.
I looked at him in question as he flicked out a condom, tore open the package and moved it over his cock.
His finger gently moved across my cheek and that was when I realized that I was blushing, again.
"Bella, that blush, is one of the many things that kept me up at night."
His lips were on mine again and he slowly moved them down my body.
He kissed a path down my neck, to my breasts and to my stomach before he placed a kiss at the entrance of my bare pussy.
I heard him growl like he was going to devour me completely.
He kissed, licked and teased me thoroughly. I trembled when I felt his finger, at my entrance. He moved his finger slowly, while licking me. I felt like my body was going to explode from the sensations that were swirling around me. I screamed Edward's name repeatedly, as I came down from my orgasm. Edward moved his face from between my legs with a smirk.
I lost it completely when he licked his lips.
I lifted my body and brought my lips to his and kissed him hard. I thought that tasting myself on him would be gross but it wasn't.
It wasn't like chocolate, which I loved, but it wasn't a bad taste at all.
He groaned when I brought my hands through his hair and deepened our kiss. I don't know how I had the strength but I pulled back from him slowly.
"Your turn, Edward."
He eyed me hungrily and I lost myself to his eyes as he lowered his body over mine. He whispered words of love before I felt the tip of his cock enter my pussy. I gasped as I felt that area tense up a little. He moved his cock slowly, a little at a time until he was fully in me.
I'll be honest, it hurt, but I loved that I was giving this to him.
I wanted him.
He moved slowly back and forth.
The expression on his face was one of pure, unrestrained joy.
It still hurt but I wanted him to have the same type of pleasure that he had given me, so I urged him on to move faster. He moved a little bit faster until I felt him pulsing within me. His breaths became more and more erratic until he groaned and came inside me.
He moved away from me briefly and I heard him toss his condom into a basket.
His arms went around my waist before I could miss his warmth and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The last words I uttered to him were, "I am falling in love with you, Edward."
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