A/N: Here is the long anticipated part 2 of "Rooftop Confesssions". I hope you all enjoy it as much as I had as I wrote it. Please review at the bottom and let me know what you thought.
Here it goes :)
Disclaimer: Do not own.
I stood in shock as Bella ran out of the attic and down the stairs. Did she really try to pull a fast one on me? I smirked. She didn't know that in high school, I was the fastest on the Cross-Country team. Oh Bella, you have no idea what you just started.
"Bella!" I yelled out. "You shouldn't have done that," I said as I ran down the stairs three steps at a time and managed to lock the door on the way out. I heard Bella giggle when I finally made it out of the yard and down the sidewalk.
"C'mon, old man! Start pumping those legs," she said as she suddenly started running faster. Shit. First of all, I am not an old man. It's just been a few years since I've done some running and not the buff work out I regularly do for movies.
Oh, I'm going to be so sore in the morning. But she's worth it.
After chasing her for a few minutes, we finally came upon a tall white stone building with a doorman outside, waiting to open the door. Bella looked as if she had been waiting for me for hours, instead of the few seconds she actually did.
I tried to act as if that small run didn't affect me, but I couldn't hold the pose for long, and hunched over trying to catch my breath.
"What the hell, Bella? How did you run so fast and not break a sweat?" I managed to gasp out.
She was taking a long time to answer, so I stood up and looked at her face. She was once again smirking at me.
"NY PD has all cops training daily in the gym and on the tracks. Also, we practice at abandoned warehouses to up our game on possible scenarios if the perpetrator were to run from the scene of the crime. I just happen to have the top score and an unbroken record."
I looked at her in awe. From some of the movies and TV shows that I've done, they only focus on the men and their accomplishments and ignore the women. I wonder if Bella is not the only woman that is missing their well deserved recognition.
"Bella, that is truly astounding. You should talk to my movie director. I have a movie that I'm supposed to be shooting soon and I know there is going to be a lot of running and I don't think that my trainer is doing an accurate job."
Bella looked at me in shock and then started blushing. I gave her a confused look. What did I say that made her blush that red? Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Bella grabbed my hand and pulled us past the doorman, who greeted us, and into the elevator.
Before the doors shut, I got a glimpse of the lobby. It was very royal in it's red and gold color scheme. It had plush brown couches, soft burgundy chairs, and sturdy dark wood coffee tables placed around giving an inviting feeling. But the thing that was most captivating was the art work on the walls.
They were all different schemes and tones, but in a way they came together. It was utterly beautiful and I wished that some exhibits could learn from this lobby on how to group art and make it speak out to viewers.
I was brought out of my musings when I felt Bella start to let go of my hand. I didn't even realize she was still holding it. When she let go, I felt somewhat empty and sad. It was a strange feeling and it confused the hell out of me.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and turned to face Bella, who was hiding her face by looking down. What? Where did this shy girl come from? I reached out and used my pointer finger to gently lift her head so I could see her face.
She was slowly gaining her normal color back after her crazy blushing and was biting her lip. I silently groaned at the sight. She was going to be the death of me and she doesn't even know it.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, whispering as if I were to talk any louder, the bubble we were in might burst.
She sighed and looked into my eyes, as if she were trying to find something.
"It's just that... that no one has ever complimented me like you did. At the station, I have to be a bitch because no one thinks that a woman," she spat out, "can do a man's job. It gets tiring having to defend myself against sexist assholes. When you looked at me, like I was something to be proud of, it shocked me."
When she finished, I was nearly shaking with anger. How dare they treat her and women like that. Men like that should be ashamed of themselves. I bet they didn't even have girlfriends with those attitudes.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I pulled Bella against me and hugged her tightly. When my mouth was close to her ear, I whispered, "Charlie would be so proud of who you are today. I bet he would have a shot-gun pointed at whoever tried to put you down."
A sob broke through and she clutched me frantically. I tightened my hold on her, rubbing soothing circles on her back. When the elevator finally made it to her floor, she pushed away and slightly punched my stomach, blinking tears away.
"Let's not make Bella cry anymore tonight, okay?" she asked, a smile breaking through. I nodded and followed her out of the elevator and down the hallway. I noticed that there weren't many doors on this floor.
"So how many people live in this building?" I asked curiously. She paused at her door before turning around.
"Um, well this is the twentieth floor and there are about four apartments on each floor. So around eighty plus people," she said she opened the door, motioning for me to follow her.
"Wow, that's not bad at all. I would love to live in an apartment building with that many people," I sighed wistfully. Being in my career doesn't leave me much time to live in a house or an apartment. I love my job and all, but nothing can beat having your own place to relax where people can't bother you and you can keep it as clean or dirty as you want.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. This apartment was practically a steal when I got it. It was the only one in my price range and I had to beat out two other applicants."
I quickly stopped in the doorway of her living room and faced her. "What do you mean you had to beat them? How did you?"
She had a serious look in her eyes that made my want to shudder, but I held firm. "If I told you, then I'd have to kill you."
I felt my face turn as a white as ghost and slumped to the couch. When I did, Bella burst out laughing, making me jump in surprise. Was my reaction that funny? I mean, it's possible since she's a cop and knows places to bury a body or make a person disappear. Oh, for the love of the Oscars-
"You're totally shitting me, aren't you?" I asked. She nodded, tears falling down her smiling face.
This is what happens when you watch too many CSI shows and detective movies for research. You start becoming unconsciously paranoid and automatically thinking the worse. You'd think being an actor would make me know if people were "acting", but unfortunately I can only do that with fellow actors.
A few more giggles escaped as Bella wiped her tears away, her brown eyes shining beautifully at me.
"Oh, Edward. I never would've thought that I could make you think that I was a killer. And for a apartment no less!" I harrumphed and crossed my arms. She was very convincing and I could tell that she's probably a great interrogator.
I heard her walk over to the couch and sit next to me. I slowly looked up at her. She was still smiling, but had a soft look to her face
"Edward, I just wanted to say that I needed that laugh. So, thank you," she leaned towards me, kissing me on the cheek. When her lips touched my skin, I felt a current run though my body towards my heart, making it beat faster.
It was an incredible feeling.
Bella pulled back and stood up, her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. "So, are you ready to start cooking?" she asked.
"I-I thought that you were going to cook?" I tried to say, instead it came out as a question.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "No," she dragged out. "I thought you said that you could cook better than me. I wanted to test out that little theory."
Darn it. The one girl I want to impress remembers everything that I say. Now I have to tell her the truth about this. I felt my cheeks begin to burn with the thought of admitting this embarrassing fact. I heard her gasp and looked up, seeing the amusement in her eyes and looked down. I do not want to admit this, especially to a girl that I really like.
"Are- are you blushing?" she asked in disbelief. I sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Why in the world are you blushing? Oh! I know. Does cooking turn you on? Do you have a food fetish?" she asked excitedly.
I looked at her in horror and let out a firm "No!" and got up from the couch, pacing around the living room.
She sighed. "Well, what is it? I'm sure its not bad and you're making a big deal out of nothing." Sure it's no big deal to her, but it is to me. I would be made into a mockery, friends and family will be ashamed of me when they find out. Okay, I may be just a tad dramatic, but c'mon! I'm an actor and most of time I'm dramatic without trying.
I groaned, rubbing my face and mumbled out the truth. Once I said it, I felt a little better and looked up at Bella, who looked confused.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you." I made a face and said it again louder. "Nope, still can't hear you," she said popping the 'p'.
Is she serious?
"I can't cook!" I yelled out. "I have ridiculous amount bad luck in the kitchen. Only my mother knows of this since she has banned me from the kitchen when all I wanted to do was help her."
I walked to her huge window and took in the view. New York was magnificent at night. You could see all over if you were high enough. I've always loved seeing the lights from my hotel room, wishing that I could easily walk down Times Square and just be a regular person again. If only it were that easy.
"See? That wasn't so hard to admit, was it?" Bella smugly said.
I quickly turned around, my face in shock. She did that on purpose?
"You.. what.. I.. ugh!" I stammered out. "You made me repeat myself on purpose?" I asked angrily. I did not like to played around like that, especially with something that I thought was a huge secret.
"Hey," Bella called out softly. "I'm sorry, but I was just trying to help like you helped me. How do you expect to overcome the situation if you can't even admit it out loud? Plus, I thought you were done lying to me."
Her words made me think. How was I supposed to get over anything, whether it's something small like bad cooking or something bigger, if I can't admit it to someone close to me?
"You are absolutely right, Bella," I said. I held out my hand, motioning for her to place her hand in mine. "Hello, my name is Edward and I'm a horrible cook. I'm also incredibly sorry for lying about being a good cook. I just wanted to impress you."
She let out a small giggle, eyes softening at the end before playing along with me. "Hi, Edward. Well, today is your lucky day. I just happen to be an awesome cook and an even better teacher."
I looked at her warily. "Are you sure? I'm totally not kidding about the bad luck."
She scoffed. "Yes, I'm sure. What could possibly go wrong?"
Famous last words.
30 Minutes Later
Bella and I were sitting on the floor in her kitchen. She was in shock and I was shaking my head, having my 'I told you so' moment.
She had decided that she was going to teach me how to make spaghetti and how to make the sauce from scratch. I automatically imagined the worst and she waved it away saying, "It's going to be fine. Just watch."
Yeah, right. It was a disaster.
I was in charge of chopping the tomatoes into chunks that were going to go in the blender. Simple, right? Wrong. I ended up cutting my finger, spilling blood over the tomatoes.
Bella saw and rushed me to the sink so I could rinse my finger. That was when I found out that Bella was a bit sensitive to the sight of blood, which doesn't make sense since she's a cop and probably sees blood often.
After the blood stopped spilling out, she went to grab the First Aid kit under the sink. When she was making her way up, she swayed into me, knocking both of us down. I protected her head when we fell, so nothing protected my own head.
She apologized profusely and I said it was fine. I was just a wee bit dizzy and felt like I was drunk. Her eyes widened and when she was wrapping my finger and I swore I heard her mumble, "I'm gonna get jumped by crazy fans for breaking their hot star," but I wasn't sure since I could see little birds flying around her head.
After that, she assigned me to spices. All I had to do was measure the dry ingredients and pour it into the blender where the freshly chopped tomatoes were waiting.
I had just started to measure the crushed red pepper flakes when I felt an itch from from the inside on my nose. Oh no. I tried to stop it, but my hands were dirty and it was coming too fast.
I managed to turn my head in time, but my whole body jerked causing me to spill what I had measured, bump into the blender and activating it. Without a lid.
Red sauce flew up into the air, hitting the ceiling and nearby cabinets. I heard Bella gasp and run over to turn off the blender. Since she was focused on the blender, she didn't see the sauce on the floor until it was too late.
She slipped and slid down the kitchen, nearly knocking into me along the way. I quickly wiped my face of tomato sauce, shielding my face from more sauce, and finally found the plug for the blender and pulled it out.
I slowly turned to face Bella. My five-hundred dollar shoes were no match for the sauce, and I soon found myself on the floor as well.
"Well, I hate to say it, but," I said then paused dramatically, "I told you so."
Bella grunted. "Yeah, yeah you told me. I guess I just had to see it to believe it. I still can't believe it."
I snorted. "Oh, you get used to it after a while." Sadly it's true and no matter who the teacher is or who is in the kitchen with me things always go wrong.
Bella carefully got up, reached for a drawer, and pulled out some cloths.
"Well, since spaghetti is a bust, how about some sandwiches?" she asked as she carefully wiped the floor.
"Sure, that sounds really good right now." As if to emphasise, my stomach growled, causing me to blush.
Bella laughed. "We better get you fed before the monster escapes."
I sighed. Even though she's laughing at my expense, I can see myself embarrassing myself just to see that smile on her face.
She's so worth it and more.