As, I promised! Another outtake. I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read any of my stories and even more so the people who have taken the time to review. Thank you.
A new feeling
I knew the song as soon as it came on. It was a favorite of mine when I was younger, probably one of the reasons I was so chunky. I loved cheeseburgers and the song always made me crave them. Even now, a cheeseburger and a beer would be fantastic.
But when Alice pushed past me to dance with Bella, I was craving something else. Her. I wanted her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to dance with Bella. Though, I decided to settle for watching them sing and dance together.
Jasper patted my shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows as he showed me his phone. I chuckled and moved back so he could take a picture. The girls hugged just long enough for him to take the photo before beginning to dance again.
"Send me that picture," I whispered before he put his phone away. At least that way I'd have something to look at when I thought about Bella.
Another song came on, one I didn't know. Bella seem to though, singing along with the words. The song was a little dirty at points and when she screamed 'learn how to score' at the top of her lungs with the rest crowd I had to turn my face to hide my laughter. When I turned back to look at her she was dissolved into giggles.
"I'm getting tired of that woman ignoring me," Jasper mumbled to himself as he pulled Alice away from Bella. Both girls pouted for a second but Alice quickly forgot as she began to literally grind against my dear friend. And then they began to kiss, passionately and deeply. I was so jealous I was nearly sick to my stomach. They didn't know how lucky they were.
When the next song came on Bella's eyes focused on me, almost panicked. I bit my bottom lip as I watched her tense as the crowd began to sing along. "Why don't we get drunk and screw?"
"I'm going to get a drink!" She yelled over the noise, leaning over to make sure Alice heard her. I knew she was uncomfortable because of me. I made her feel that way and I hated myself for it. I had to make sure she was okay.
"Me, too," I said as I trailed after Bella. I felt a large hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off. I'd talk to Emmett later. When we were in the lobby and the noise wasn't so bad I called to her. "Are you that uncomfortable? That you can't even listen to a song about sex?"
She laughed nervously, not looking at me as she answered with a quiet, "not exactly."
"I'm sorry," I told her, feeling horrible. My eyes stung and my stomach clenched painful at the thought of making this beautiful creature unhappy in any way.
"Hey! Don't do that. I told you that I was fine. And I'd really like to be friends with you. This can be a good start," Bella began to walk again, not really looking at me as she went forward. She sighed as she got into the line, leaning against one of the metal poles that roped off the line.
"I'd like that," I told her quietly. I wasn't sure if she meant it, but I did want that.
"So," she began nervously. I could tell Bella was grasping for straws. Yeah, good start my ass. I wished I could get her alone and really talk to her but that wasn't happening anytime soon. "Um, how do you know Emmett and Rosalie?" She finally asked.
"Oh, Em is actually my uncle," I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest and holding the sides of my forearms.
"Your uncle?" Bella snorted. "He's not that much older than me. And he seems like a good old boy. How'd that happen?"
I laughed quietly. She certainly did have a point there. "He is a good ol' boy and he's only like eight years older than me. My mother is originally from Texas."
"Okay, so wait? How did you get the accent?" She asked as a slender finger pointed towards my mouth. My lips automatically curled up into a small smile as I thought about sucking on that finger, bringing it to my mouth and giving her something really to think about. But, alas, I had to behave.
"My father is British. My mum went to London for schooling. They met and fell and love. You know that type of thing."
I had heard the story a million times from my mother. My dual personality father with his clash t shirt and bad eyeliner and then slicked back blond locks and lab coat. How my grandparents hated her. How it didn't matter and they got married in a short amount of time. Instantly in love.
I wondered briefly if what I was feeling for Bella was anything close. I already knew it was stronger than affection. I let the thought fade away as quickly as it came.
"How did you end up here then?" Bella asked in a soft voice, biting her plush bottom lip between her perfectly white teeth. It was all too arousing. "If you don't mind me asking, anyway."
Was she trying to tease me? I stealthily adjusted myself before clearing my throat.
"You can ask me anything. Well, we lived in London until I was about ten. We came back to go to Emmett and Rosalie's wedding and my dad saw how much my mother missed being around her family so he arranged to get a job at the children's hospital here."
I hated moving here originally, but I wasn't going to tell her that. It would have been, at the very least, an over share. She didn't need to know my problems when apparently she was dealing with enough of her own.
"Wow, that's awesome. You've been here ever since?" She asked, seeming really interested.
"Do you ever think of going back to London?"
Well, that was certainly the million dollar question. I had been asked that many times. I knew the answer, but it took me a while to get to it.
"Well, not to live. My dad retired last year and they moved back so they can be closer to all the 'romantic' places they want to visit in Europe. I wouldn't mind visiting them soon. It's been a while since I've seen them."
"Do you like Texas better?" She asked.
Yes and no. Each had it's good things and bad. But, even if I had been considering moving back to London, I knew I wouldn't now.
"Lets just say there is a lot more natural beauty here," I informed her with a wink. She flushed, looking down at her feet as she struggled to find something to say.
I was a stupid ass. I made her uncomfortable again. I was just doing fantastic.
"So, I never asked what you did for a living," Bella asked as she changed the subject completely.
"I'm a musician," I told her with a shrug.
"Ah. That makes sense."
Huh? What makes sense?
"Well, you're just so smooth. I should have figured that and-" Bella began, answering a question I didn't realize I said out loud. I smiled as she called me smooth. No one had told me that before. I wanted to know what else she was going to say.
"That and what?"
"You're really good with your hands."
When she said that I wanted to do a flip. I smiled wildly, my cheeks heating up with I'm sure an almost purple color. I could tell she was being honest as well because she was blushing too. She hadn't wanted to say it out loud. My ego increased greatly with those words.
Bella cleared her throat roughly as she continued. "What do you play?"
"Piano, guitar, bass, and the violin."
The better question was 'what don't you play?'. I did actually play more than that but I wasn't going to go into it. Those were the main ones. I didn't want to, once again, over share. I didn't want to sound like a show off either.
"Ah, a man of many talents," she giggled as she came to the counter. We both ordered a drink as we continued to chat.
"Well, I started piano when I was like three. Then I started violin in school because I wanted to do something different. And then of course as I got a little older I tried the guitar and bass to be cool," I told her as I slipped a ten dollar bill onto the counter to pay for our drinks. A gentlemen never would allow a lady to pay for her own drink but she slipped a folded up bill into my jeans pocket. Her hand brushed against my thigh in doing so, making me strain in an almost uncomfortable way. I would have taken it out and hoped that she argued and do it again, but it wouldn't have been very nice of me. So I continued on with what I was saying before. "It pays the bills."
"So, what? Do you play in a band or something?" She asked, walking less than a foot away from me. I could feel the heat roll off her body.
"No, actually. I play at special events, birthdays, weddings, and such. Or I play at clubs or restaurants. I've actually been booked up solid to just after Christmas."
"So..." She trailed off, her smile turning coy. "You're a wedding singer."
Like I hadn't heard that before. It usually made me mad but coming from Bella it was different. I knew she wasn't being mean. I knew she wasn't teasing me.
"No! I don't sing! Besides, do I look like Adam Sandler to you?" I asked her.
She giggled softly, the sound almost musical. "No. Not at all."
"Thank goodness," I answered with a sigh. For a long moment we just stood outside the door, the sound so loud that it was making the thick steel doors shake. I placed my hand on the small of her back, gesturing towards the entryway. "So, should we go back in?"
"Would you mind if I finished my drink first?" She asked quietly as she leaned against the wall. Her chest pushed out slightly, making her already ample breasts more defined as they pointed outwards. "It's kind of loud in there."
Like I could pay attention to anything after seeing those. I shook my head to clear away my unclean thoughts. "No, you're right. It is kind of too loud at the moment."
"So," she smiled slightly as she casually flipped her hair off of her shoulder. Bella's large brown eyes gazed up at me with a soft twinkling in them. So lovely.
"So," I answered back sarcastically in turn. "This is kind of awkward."
"Not as badly as I expected," she told me truthfully. "It's easy to talk to you."
I cheeks flamed and I cleared my throat, feeling slightly uncomfortable in a lot of ways I could not explain. I looked up from my drink to see her smiling sweetly, almost gently. "So, are you liking the concert so far?" Bella asked, changing the subject.
Conversation was a lot smoother after that. I felt myself blush constantly at the thoughts of kissing her and touching her. She was so close, yet so far away. I wanted her and I doubt she even knew how I was feeling.
"I like this song, but geez, do they have to be so loud?" Bella mumbled to herself when Margaritaville came on. I'm surprised dust didn't shake down from the ceiling as the crowd roared.
I chuckled, swishing around the ice that was left in my cup before taking a sip of diluted soda. "They usually do. Besides, you've got to remember how many of these people have been drinking. Drunk people are loud, trust me. I know this from experience."
Bella giggled quietly as the song came to an end. Her hand touched mine, only for a second but her fingers left a trail of fire. "Want to go back in?"
"Sure," I answered, even though I'd rather just stay out here with her. It wasn't exactly private but at least I had her all to myself.
When we came in Emmett yanked me back slightly and whispered in my ear. "What was that?"
"I went to get a soda," I answered sarcastically. "Everything is fine."
"Should have brought me a beer," he muttered as he let me go.
"No, I shouldn't have. You're driving home, remember?"
To that, he simply huffed.
"Well, since we're getting so close to Halloween, I have a special song for you guys! Just right for such an occasion," Jimmy Buffett shouted from the stage, a roar of noise answering his words. Classic Halloween style music began to play with organs and a lot of bass, the noise rumbling through my chest. I glanced down at Bella to see what she thought of this whole thing. A large smile was spread across her plush pink lips, her eyes wide as her hips subconsciously swayed to the music. After a moment she caught me, her eyes gazing up into mine.
"Vampires, mummies, and the holy ghost are the things that terrify me the most..." The entire crowd screamed along with him. I had never even heard of the song before. Another song I'd have to look up later and add to my collection. "I was never ever frightened of the murderer on my block. He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters. The neighborhood is still in shock!"
I watched as the words filtered through her mind, understanding the full meaning of them. I laughed quietly as did she, her smile so warm and lovely. Still, our eyes didn't move from the others.
"I need protection from the things in my head..."
I moved beside her, lightly pressing my shoulder into hers as I leaned down to whisper just so she could hear, "I don't think I'm the only one that knows how that feels."
She laughed, bumping back into my shoulder. Bella nodded, rolling her eyes softly as she glanced back up at the stage.
The next song that came on sounded like something straight from New Orleans. Zydeco, complete with the sound of a person playing a wash board in the background. The beat was bright and bouncy, perfect for dancing. I looked at Bella once again and followed her eyes to Alice who was dancing with her husband. A small pouting frown formed on her lips and I simply could not allow that to linger.
"Can I have this dance?" I asked with all the bravery I could muster, my hand held out. Sometimes I knew I appeared to be almost cocky but in all honesty I was so shy. But, I wanted to touch her more than I wanted to be standing here like a douche. So, I waited as she considered my offer.
And consider she did. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. I was worried she'd tell me no when suddenly her hand was in mine.
The fact that she said yes to the dance made me want to celebrate. It was stupid, I know, but I pulled her to me with a quick tug of my arms. She squealed and laughed as I dipped her backwards, her body like a rag doll against me.
Finally my dance lessons as a child paid off. I'd have to thank my mother later.
"Ah!" Bella whined in surprise when I bent her almost completely backwards. I held her there a beat too long, too hypnotized by her beautiful breasts which were shoved in my face to move. I pulled her up too quickly and she slammed into my chest. I laughed nervously as she giggled, pushing her hair out of her face. I let her take the lead more after that, my hands resting comfortably on her waist despite wanting to be somewhere else entirely.
It was so hard to be a gentleman sometimes.
A slow song came on, yet another one I didn't know. I vowed to myself to download all of Jimmy Buffett's CDs when I got home. Bella certainly seemed to know this song. I leaned forward with my lips pressed against her ear. "Still want to dance?"
Her body was so warm and soft against mine and I could feel the heavy thumping of her heart against my chest as we moved. I wasn't even listening to the song anymore. Her heartbeat was for more beautiful.
When it finally ended I didn't want to let go. She smiled slightly and sighed as my lips curved in a weak manner. It was obvious to anyone around us that I didn't want to let go of her. Even she could tell.
Yes, friends. We could be friends.
The final song of the night came on, though I didn't really notice. I was too much in my own world. I wanted to say some things to Bella but I wasn't exactly sure how to do that. I sat back down in my seat, taking in slow breaths as I tried to concentrate even though the crowd was so extremely loud as the moved out of the arena.
Bella sat down as well, her hands carefully folded in her lap as she looked over at me with a tiny smile. "Thanks for the dance."
"I should be thanking you. I had a really good time," I told her truthfully. We gazed at each other for a long moment before she spoke.
"I did too."
I had two choices. I could basically be a pussy, as Emmett would call me, and not say anything. I could let her go on with her life and leave her alone. Or, I could stop being a coward and give this girl my email address at the very least. She wanted to be friends. She said that. Well, friends talked. How else were we going to get to know each other?
I pulled out the sharpie pen that I had in my pocket. I always kept one with me when I was writing my own music. I had probably a hundred of them scattered all around my apartment and my car in all different colors.
"Look, I know things are really awkward and all but like I said, I want to be your friend if you want to be mine. Here's my email address and you can drop me a line sometime. We can talk and get to know each other better," I said as I grabbed one of those pretty little hands and wrote out her email on the palm of her hand quickly. I saw the ink begin to smear around the edges so I brought her hand up and blew on it to help it dry so that it would be readable later.
I let go of her hand slowly so not to make her nervous and began to put my pen away. But, before I could Bella snatched it away from me and took my hand in hers. I smiled like a moron when I saw her begin to write.
"This is mine. Definitely write me, okay? I'd love to chat."
"Yeah. That sounds great."
Hell yeah, this bravery thing wasn't so bad. I gave her hand a small squeeze of my fingers before leaning over and lightly kissing her cheek. I could taste a hint of her makeup and the light bit of salt from sweat, but underneath it all I could taste the sweetness of Bella.
"Ah, Edward!" Rosalie playfully cooed as we walked back to their car after saying an awkward goodbye to Bella, Jasper, and Alice. "You are adorable."
"You mean he is a big old gir-" Emmett started but stopped when he saw the look in Rosalie's eyes. The blue flashed red with anger, or perhaps reflection of someone's brake lights, but either way it got her husband to shut up.
"That's the girl you're in love with, huh?"
"I never said I was in love with her," I complained.
"You didn't have to," Emmett said, slapping my back hard. "It's kind of obvious. Man, you wear your heart on your sleeve."
"I barely know her."
"I knew Rose less than a minute before I knew that I was in love with her," Emmett said quietly before clearing his throat. "Bella seems nice though. Did you two have a quickie in the bathroom or something? Is that why you didn't bring me a beer?"
Rosalie hit her husband soundly on the back of the head, thankfully ending the conversation.
Emmett drove like a bat out of hell so I arrived home rather quickly after the concert. I sat down at my computer first thing and typed her email address into my contact list. And then I just sat there, considering what I wanted to do.
Bravery was working well for me. Besides, she did give me her email address after all. I'd send her an email. Something short. Something not too uncomfortable. Something a friend would say.
I titled it goodnight. I simply wrote out two sentences.
I just want to say that I had amazing time tonight because of you. I hope you sleep well and goodnight.
After that I felt uncomfortable and antsy. I didn't think I could sleep so I decided to try to find information on my own about Bella. Yeah, I googled her. It wasn't exactly classy but it wasn't like Alice or Jasper were giving me the information I needed. Not that I knew what I needed at this point.
I saw her website, beautifully made. There was several articles from local news websites talking about her and how well her business was going. She had won a couple of awards. It also brought up a picture of her standing beside her father as he won some award from the government. She was wearing a lovely green dress with a white sweater and he was wearing a full out police uniform, complete with white gloves. The picture was from several years old, but I liked it so much that I saved it.
I was just about to stop when I heard my email ding. I clicked the tab with the envelope on it and instantly smiled.
It was a reply back from Bella. I actually did a happy dance in my chair.
It was just as simple as mine. Only two sentences as well. I had a good time too. Sweet dreams.
I answered her without even thinking about it. My fingers worked without my permission.
I have no doubt that I will because my dreams will be filled with you.
There was no reply after that. Not that I really expected one. I placed my face in my hands and gave a long sigh.
Emmett was right. I was in love with this girl and I didn't even know her. And I was stuck with nothing more than an email address and a stained and awkward 'friendship'.
Fuck my life.
Our Eddie is a bit of a perv, isn't he? He's still a sweetheart though.
I'm sure I will add more to this very soon but for now, I'm going to take a break. I'll have a lot more coming out around the first of September! I may even throw out a one shot before then. So, keep an eye out.
Who wants to give Edward a hug?