Warning! This chapter was not edited so please forgive me for any mistakes.
Life in Seattle was better with Edward here. We saw each other every day. I thought it must have been boring for him to wait for me finish work. He didn't have any scheduled promotions. And as far as making appearances goes, he has only appeared for movie premieres and red carpet events in the city.
I would still feel bad when I'd ask him about his day and all he would say is that he stayed in his penthouse. The media printed a few articles about Edward's official move to a permanent home. It didn't get huge attention though. Edward still got photographed and followed by fans. I could see in Edward's eyes that it bothered him. He told me that he wants to take me out on a real date.
As far as dates have gone for us, it is Edward cooking for me at his penthouse or at my studio apartment and watching a movie afterwards.
Every day I thought about maybe just coming out of the light and let Hollywood know that Edward has a girlfriend. I didn't let him know that it bothered me that he couldn't take me out on a real date. I didn't blame him though.
Emmett soon was okay with the idea of Edward dating me. He called a few times over the weeks.
One day Edward asked me a question that caught me by surprise.
"What actually happened the day you screamed at Rosalie?"
We were in his living room watching a movie and cuddled against the huge comfy couch.
"Oh, well she said something and it made me mad." I said.
"That was much obvious Bella. I want to know why you don't get along with Rose."
"I never liked her from the beginning"
"There's something else."
"No, there's not. I just never got along with her like I never got along with Alice. Simple as that."
"Edward please, can you drop it?" I pulled away from him.
He sighed and looked at me. " I don't what secrets between us"
"What?" I was confused.
"I want to know why you don't get along with Rosalie. It's obviously something important that can't be ignored."
"How would you know if you don't know anything at all?"
"Because nothing Edward. I don't want to talk about this anymore."
"Bella! I want to know what's bothering you. Every time Emmett suggests visiting here with Rosalie, you get quiet –"
"I hate her! Okay? Do you at least get that?" I yelled at him.
"WHY!" He stood up and towered over me, his face beet red with anger.
I didn't respond. Instead I stood up from the couch and gathered my things to go home.
"Bella, look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you." He made a move to grab my arm but I moved out of his way. He still got a hold of me before I opened the door.
"Don't go Bella. Please I'm sorry."
"Let me go." I sobbed. He didn't but hugged me tighter. He kept whispering words of regret and stroked me hair. I calmed down after a while. He carried me back to the couch and sat down with me on his lap.
After a moment of silence he said "I'm sorry" again.
"It's okay. I forgive you." I chastely kissed him.
"It's not, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. It was rude and I should have resp-"
"She lied to Emmett." I interrupted him.
"Rosalie lied to Emmett."
"You don't have to tell-"
"Shhh. I trust you Edward. You're right. There shouldn't be secrets between us. And this thing with Rosalie bothers me."
"What happened?" he asked. And so I told him. From the beginning, when Emmett left, my time at NYU, my parent's accident and death, the huge debt, the public bathroom I lived in for two years, Emmett finding me, Rosalie telling me the truth and everything else that led up to this moment. Edward was a great listener. He never stopped me to ask questions and comforted me when I started to cry.
After I finished and waited for his response he asked me "You still forgave Emmett."
He asks me that out of everything else he could be asking me?
"I missed my brother and I couldn't find it in me anymore to stay angry at him. After what Rosalie told me that day, I thought that Emmett was never to blame. He had his mindset to be an actor and wanted to see how it would work out his first time in Hollywood. He tried to call. And I think that maybe Rosalie's distraction made him put it out longer until he was ready to call back."
"Did you ask him?"
"If I did, I wouldn't fail to mention Rosalie's distractions. She lied to him."
"Wouldn't it be best to tell him the truth?"
"I thought about it."
"I might hate Rosalie. But I can't deny that she makes him happy. And I don't want to take that from him." As if I would strip Emmett's happiness away from him. I still wondered if it made me a bad sister for not telling him. But wouldn't I still be the bad sister if I did tell him and he wouldn't believe me. And if he does, he would be miserable over losing Rosalie. Nothing good would come out of either situations. I was stuck.
"Does it make me a bad sister?" I asked Edward. I wanted his opinion. He seemed to think about it.
"Depends how the whole things ends up." He finally said.
"That's exactly what I thought." I sighed and leaned back.
"Sorry, if that didn't help."
"It's okay. It just means that I have to take a chance."
I nodded and he looked more confused.
"I'm going to tell him. I can't keep it from, no matter how much I want to hurt him"
"Hey Bells!" I heard Emmett's loud voice coming from the living room.
"Emmett!" I jumped up from the couch and went over to greet my brother. He enveloped me in a hug. Edward passed us with Emmett's suitcase.
"Long time no see."
"I know. I'm sorry about that. I made you your favorite."
"Aww Bells, you don't need to butter me up with your delicious cooking. I forgive you."
"Okay Emmett…you could let me go now." I laughed. He let me go and laughed.
"I put our things in the guest room Em." Edward came back.
"Thanks man. You said my favorite Bells. I have too many."
I laughed again and led him to the kitchen.
"I only made lasagna. But I made it the way you like it.
"Lasagne verdi, Emmett." I said.
"Which means green lasagna." He said. Edward just laughed.
"Why is it called green lasagna.?" Edward asked from the counter. Both of them had settle on the bar stool.
"It has spinach. That's okay right?" I asked him. I wasn't sure if he liked spinach.
"I like spinach." He said and went to get the drinks.
I took the lasagna out of the oven and made move to serve it on plates.
After that I placed it in front of the boys and went to get my own. Emmett dug right in of course.
When I sat down, Edward was picking and looking at his lasagna very strangely.
"Something wrong Edward?" I asked.
"If you don't like it Eddie. I could have it." Emmett offered and still chewing his food.
"I don't understand. How could this be your favorite dish?" He started to lift the lasagna noodle with his fork to show the spinach and ricotta cheese. "It's beef-less." He said.
I spit my food out and laughed. Hard.
"Ha Ha. Funny." That's all Emmet said. He went back to eating with a scowl on his face.
"Emmett never told you. Didn't he?" I asked Edward after I contained myself.
"Bells do you have to?" Emmett whined.
"What?" Edward asked
"He was a vegetarian throughout middle school up until junior year." I said with a giggle. I remember those years. I was the cook of the house. "Mom only lasted for a month. Dad refused to not eat meat. So those years I had to cook a two separate meals. I always tried to make something where there could be the veggie way to do it. That way I didn't stress myself making two completely different meals." I continued.
So if it was burgers, then it was a veggie burger for Emmett. If it was potato and steak, then I made falafel for Emmett. Philly cheese steak Friday turned into just philly cheese. Throughout the years I learned what Emmett liked and didn't. Like his lasagna, he didn't like it with cottage cheese. Instead he preferred ricotta cheese. Later I learned he loved it with spinach.
I always alternated between meals. Sometime I ate the veggie food and other days I ate food with the most proteins.
When junior year came, he stopped his vegetarian diet. It was out of nowhere. That day I made chicken casserole and spinach ricotta casserole. We were all sitting at our small dining room table. Emmett reached for the chicken casserole before dad could and took half of it."
Edward was laughing as I finished. He slapped on the back and teased him.
"What made you change your mind?"
"I needed to buff up." Emmett whispered.
"He used to be the scrawny jock." I said.
"And how were you even on the team?" Edward chuckled.
"I had a pretty good set of muscles and the fastest on the team. Thank you very much Bella for mentioning that." He added the last part sarcastically.
"You're very welcome"
"How's he treating you Bells? Everything alright?" Emmett sat down on the couch. Edward had left moments ago to give us privacy.
"Yeah. Everything is fine with me and Edward." I said nervously.
"You seem nervous? If Edward hurt you then you have to –"
I interrupted him before he could finish. "No Emmett. I have to tell you something. But I don't want to because I don't know how you might react."
"You can tell me anything Bella. I promise I won't get mad at you."
"Pinky promise." And he held out his pinky. I hooked my pinky with his and shook our hands.
"Okay, then" I took a deep breath. Here it goes Bella. Moment of truth. "I…Well it's something with Rosalie." I said first and watched for his reaction. He seem apprehensive but sighed and told me to keep going.
"That day when we were at Isle Esme. She told me something and it made me angry. You know that but you don't know what she said exactly."
"Yeah, I do. Rose told me everything that she said that day. Remember? I told you when you came to visit me at the hospital." Emmett said.
"Yes, but the way you forgave her easily tells me that she might not have told you the whole truth."
"What could she have possibly left out?" he asked.
"That she didn't want you to go back to Forks." I said. There, I said it.
"That doesn't make any sense Bella."
I sighed. "After you finished filming your first movie, what were you going to do?"
"I was going to go back home. I wanted to try college and all that before I made any official move to LA."
"And what happened?"
"Well..It..what happened was that..Rosalie happened." He said nervously as if the answer wasn't a good enough excuse for me. Little did he know.
"Exactly Rosalie happened. She wanted you but you were going to leave. Did she know that?"
"Yes. I told her about my plans after the movie was finished."
"And what happened?" I asked again.
"I stayed because of Rosalie." He said more clearly than before.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you Emmett? Don't you realize? It's Rosalie's fault for everything?"
"No! Listen! I'm trying to tell you something."
"That my wife is liar?"
"Yes!" I screamed.
"How would you know? You never attempted a conversation with her."
"That's because of what she told me on the island, Emmett." I continued before he could interrupted me. "She purposefully kept you away from trying to keep in contact with me, Mom, Dad, everything and anything related to Forks. She told me how she had distracted you to stop from calling us. She didn't want you to leave. So she did everything in her power to stop you. It wasn't until you proposed to her that she knew you weren't going anywhere. So when you tried to contact back home, she let you. But by that time, we were gone from Forks." I finished.
"Is that why you yelled at her that she solved her problems with sex?" he asked. He wasn't looking at me, instead he had his face in his hands.
"Yeah, she distracted you with sex." I said bitterly.
"She was good in bed"
I wanted to tell him it wasn't the point but it was. If Emmett enjoyed intimacy with Rosalie, then it would be a perfect distraction from whatever he was doing.
"I love her, Bella. I don't know but it all makes sense. The only time I got passed dialing your number was after the engagement. Before that, I always thought Rosalie had bad timing for sex. It makes sense now." He finally looked up at me. "I believe you."
Sorry for the lack of updates or better yet no updates since June.