A/N: This was written as my contribution to FGB: Autism Awareness. I may be persuaded to continue it, let me know what you think!
I bow at the feet of my beta Maxipoo1024. She sorts through my drivel and makes is acceptable for public consumption.
Fanfiction Pairing: ExB
Rated: M for language and a lemon
On and on and on we go
Just like a carousel that's lost control
And we don't know why, we don't know why
We go and go and go in circles
On and on and on we spin
To find an end where we begin
We don't know why, we don't know why
We go we go we go in circles
Carousel ~ Paper Route
Prom—dancing, tuxes, flowers, and my girl on her knees in the bathroom stall with another dude. Fuck me. Hard.
"I'm out, Tanya. Have that fucker take you home," I yell at her before the door slams behind me.
I make it out to my dad's car without anyone stopping me to ask questions, though I can feel their stares burning holes in my back. I'm sure someone will walk in on Tanya and Tyler and It won't take long before everyone knows. Fuck that bitch. If she wants to be remembered as the whore that gave blow jobs in the bathroom on Prom night, that is her prerogative. I, on the other hand, do not want to be remembered for causing a scene in the parking lot of The Red Lion Hotel because my girlfriend couldn't resist sucking on Tyler's dick. Thanks anyway, Forks fucking High.
This is definitely not how imagined this night ending. I have a room booked and everything. I lift my head from where it rests on the steering wheel and look out the window. I am parked in front of the pool. The area looks deserted, but the lighting makes it look warm and beautiful. I get out of the car, make my way through the gate, and slump down into one of the patio chairs. I take a deep breath and scrub my hands over my face. From the corner of my eye, I see a small flicker of light and notice that I am not alone. Someone is having trouble lighting their cigarette. I stand and pull a lighter out of my pocket and walk to the other side of the jacuzzi. I see a pair of shoes tossed on the ground and a purse on the table. When I'm close enough, I cup my hand around my lighter and flick it to life. Big brown eyes with black tear stains look up at me and blink. Bella Swan.
"Thanks, Cullen." she whispers, looking anywhere but at me.
I don't think I've said more than a few words to her since we were kids. Obviously, something is going on with her, or she wouldn't be out here crying on what is supposed to be the biggest night of our lives thus far. I start to walk away, deciding that maybe she needs her space when she kicks the chair closest to me out from under the table.
"Have a seat..." she nods towards the chair " ...I mean, if you want," she mumbles.
"Um, are you okay, Bella? Do you need me to get someone... or something?"
She chuckles almost maniacally. "Yeah, why don't you go in there and get your girlfriend's lips off of my boyfriend's dick and then drag them both out here so I can kick the shit out of them. That would be really great." She stares up at me and flicks her cigarette butt over my left shoulder.
I sit down in the chair she offered and rake my hands through my hair. "Fuck, Bella. You're still with that guy? I'm sorry, seriously."
"Don't apologize, Edward. It's not your fault. Shit. Now I feel bad. Sorry, our significant others are cheating fucktards, but hey... at least we're free in time for summer." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as tears run down her cheeks.
I reach across the table to cover her hand with mine, and she shocks me by twining our fingers together.
"What the hell do we do now, Bella? Do you need a ride home or something?"
"Naw, I'm good. I'm not ready to go home yet. Are you leaving?" she asks.
"I'm not ready to to go home, either. I have a room here, so I'll probably just stay." I shrug.
"Oh, yeah. The stereotypical prom night hotel room stay. Although, I guess it won't be very stereotypical after all." She makes air quotes and winks at me. She looks cute as fuck until her face falls again. "I guess Tanya's staying in my room, so... I'm shit out of luck."
The air around us becomes heavy as we sit in silence, though it's not uncomfortable. She kicks her bare feet up on the empty chair next to her and closes her eyes. I stare at her while I can and notice the changes in her since the last time I was this close to her. We used to be friends as kids. I taught her how to ride a skateboard and she taught me how to bake cookies. Thinking back on all the times we ran through the sprinklers and shared Popsicles, makes my heart melt. I hate to see her hurting, even if we are not as close as we once were.
Growing up, our group of friends consisted of the kids that lived on our street. That means my sister Alice, my brother Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie Hale, Tyler Crowley, Bella, and myself. We just roamed our neighborhood together, going from house to house depending on what activity had our attention for the day. The Hale's had all the cool video games, we had the theater room with every movie imaginable, Bella had the covered patio with the air hockey table and the dart board, and Tyler had the mom that fed us. We were inseparable. Then when Bella, Tyler and I started 8th grade, there was a new student at Forks Middle School.
"Fucking Tanya." I say as I slam my hand on the table and Bella's eyes go wide. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. It just dawned on me that Tanya is who changed everything between us. She split up the group. Bitch."
"Shut up, E. You fell in love with her the moment you laid eyes on her. That's not her fault, Man, that was all you. She made you choose between us and her. You chose wrong." Her sweet smile contradicts the sadness in her voice, as she squeezes my fingers.
"It's starting to look that way, isn't it , Bells?" Using my nickname for her makes her smile. She is fucking beautiful. My Bella grew up.
"No one has called me that in a really long time. It's nice talking to you again, Edward." Her eyes find mine and her sincerity makes my heart ache. "I missed you, Cullen."
"It's getting late, Bella. I can't leave you out here all night. Do you want to come back inside with me?"
She lifts and eyebrow and leans forward to look me in the eyes. "Are you asking me to the prom, Edward?" she asks.
"Yeah, I guess I am." I smirk at her. "I never did get my picture taken. My mom's going to kill me." I stand and look down at our still joined hands.
"Well in that case..." Her voice trails off as she stands. " I wouldn't want to upset Esme."
The fact that she agrees to go back inside with me makes me happier than it probably should. Bella steps into her shoes and grabs her purse, never letting go of my hand.
"I need to stop in the restroom before we go back in. I must look like a hot mess." She giggles and it's the sweetest sound I've heard all night.
"Shut the fuck up, Swan, you look beautiful." She hits me in the ribs with her elbow as I lead her back to the hotel entrance.
We find a bathroom, and I wait outside the door. When Bella comes out, her face is almost completely make up free. She has sparkly eyelids and pink shiny lips. Her dress is short and black, not long and flowing like the other girls, and her hair is down and looks soft; not piled high on her head like everyone else I've seen. Bella is definitely one of a kind. Tyler is a fucking idiot. I offer her my arm, and she slides her hand into the crook of my elbow. She looks up at me and her anxiety is written all over her face.
"How do I look?"
"Perfect." I smile at her in an attempt to ease her fears." How do I look?"
"Scared shitless," she whispers. "Now let's get this over with before we both change our minds."
I'm going to the prom with Bella Swan.
It's a damn cold night
Tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm with you.
I'm With You ~ Avril Lavigne
The music is loud and the room seems to be pulsating when we walk in. No one notices us, and we walk into the room where a photographer has his equipment set up. I approach the table and fill out the required form.
Names: Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan.
The photographer makes a note on the paper I hand him and tells us where to stand. The instructions he gives us would make for a pose that is a little to intimate for old friends that haven't spoken in almost four years. Instead, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my side. In true Bella fashion, she puts her hand on her hip. There is a flash of light and I have officially just taken my senior prom picture with Bella. My mom is going to be fucking ecstatic.
We make our way to the door, and I stop to prepare my self. I'm sure that by now people know about Tanya and Tyler's little bathroom stall romance. I don't want to answer any questions and I'm sure Bella doesn't want to see them together, so I'm a little scared.
"We don't have to this, Edward. If it's too weird or if you'll be embarrassed by people seeing you with me, we don't have to go in," she says without making eye contact.
"I don't want all these fuckers in my business, but I'm definitely not embarrassed to be seen with you. Let's rock this shit out, Bells." I wink at her before we walk into the ball room.
Just as I suspect, people stop and stare as we walk toward the dance floor together. It annoys me, but at the same time I'm happy to show them that Tanya didn't break me. I'm not running away. In fact, I am going to wrap my arms around Bella and not think about Tanya anymore tonight. Bella seems to hesitate for a second just as we join the crowd under the cheesy disco ball.
"I'm with you, Bella," I whisper into her hair, and I feel her relax at my side. Her arms go around my shoulders and mine wind around her waist. She melts into me as we sway to the loud music. It feels strange at first, but after awhile it just feels right. People are still staring and some are whispering, but all I care about in this moment is the girl in my arms. I have always felt protective of her and those feelings are back in full force.
"Are you okay, B?"
"I'm fine, Edward. Thank you for doing this."
I rub her back and smile down at her, not wanting to scream in her ear if I don't have to. Just as we fall into a rhythm together, the music changes and a pounding hip hop mess pours from the speakers. Bella shocks the shit out of me when she turns her back to me, pulls my arms tight around her waist and grinds her ass on me. I know she's putting on a show, I just don't know who it's for. One of her hands reaches up and winds into the hair at the back of my neck. I turn my face to give her more room and that's when I see Tanya staring at us from the table we ate at earlier. I get close to Bella's ear before I speak.
"We have an audience, Bells. Care to play along?" She turns her head towards me and she nods.
I spin Bella around until she is facing me and pull her into me hard. I squeeze her hips and grind against her as her fingers find my hair again. The song blends into another, and I hold her tighter. Her eyes never leave mine. Before I can stop her, she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. Bella is kissing me. Like really kissing me. What crazy fucking universe is this? She tastes like cigarettes and cupcakes. Her lips are soft and sticky from her lip gloss. We're not dancing anymore. We're just kind of making out and swaying back and forth. She smiles against my lips and breaks the kiss.
"Uh, Bella, not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
"They were staring," she says and nods her head toward the table where I know Tanya is sitting.
I look over at the table, still holding Bella's hips. Tanya is standing with a group of her friends staring, and Tyler has his head down on the table. I didn't even know he was still here. Was that kiss just an act? It felt real to me. Damn, she's good. As the music switches to something slow, I look back at Bella and she smiles before tucking her head under my chin. We stay that way until the music stops abruptly and the lights are turned on. I look around and blink rapidly as my eyes adjust. The crowd has thinned out, most of the remaining people are couples lost in each other.
Angela and Ben make their way off of the dance floor and approach Bella and I with strange expressions on their faces.
"So... what's going on you two?" Angela asks with a smile.
Bella laughs before she answers, "We were both left dateless, Ang, and prom is a rite of passage. I didn't want Edward to miss it." She pats my chest and Angela's eyes go wide.
"Well, isn't that thoughtful of you," Ben says with a smirk.
"Yeah, so thoughtful," Angela adds.
Angela steps closer to Bella and asks about what happened with Tyler. Ben turns away from them and claps his hand on my shoulder.
"There's a small gathering on the 2nd floor, if you guys want to hang out for awhile."
I glance over my shoulder at Bella. "Yeah, I have a room up there. I don't think Bella has a ride home, since Tyler fucked up earlier, maybe she'll want to crash with me. I'll have to ask her."
Ben stares at me like I'm crazy, and I know he has a million questions that he want to ask, so I save him the time.
"It's not what you think, man. I found her crying out by the pool earlier. I offered to take her home, but she didn't want to leave. We didn't want to let Tanya and Tyler ruin our night, so we danced. No big deal."
Ben holds his hands up in surrender. "I believe you, man. Maybe I'll see you later." He puts his arm around Angela's shoulder and leans over to kiss Bella's cheek before they walk away.
Bella and I are some of the last people left in the ballroom. I'm not ready for the night to be over, but I'm not sure what is supposed to happen next. I'm having fun with her. It's just like it was when we were young. I always felt happy and content when we were together. Bella is light and peace; she is my happy place. I had no idea I missed her as much as I do. I hold out my hand to her as a small test. She takes it.
"So, what do you want to do now, Bells?" I ask, swinging our hands between us.
"Well, Ang invited us up to their little after party upstairs. I know you have a room up there, so I was thinking that if you didn't mind, maybe I could just crash with you." She smiles up at me and squeezes my fingers.
I stop and turn her to face me. "Are you flirting with me?"
"Edward, when I flirt with you, you'll know it. I promise." Bella takes advantage of the fact that she shocked me a little bit with her statement and drags me along behind her toward the elevators.
I usher her into the elevator with my hand on the small of her back. Once inside, she leans over and whispers in my ear, "Now I'm flirting with you." Then she fucking kisses me again. I'm dead.
Every word you say I think, I should write down
I don't want to forget come daylight
And no need to worry
That's wastin time
And no need to wonder
What's been on my mind
Paperweight ~ Josh Radin
ft. Schuyler Fisk
I don't know what the hell possesses me to do it, but I'm kissing Edward. Again. His lips are soft and his movements are careful, but it feels so good. I grab him by the lapel of his jacket and pull him to me. He doesn't fight me, and I smile against his lips. The doors open and music floats in from the hallway.
Edward pulls away and leans his forehead on mine. "Let's get out of here."
He takes my hand and pulls me out of the elevator behind him. The hallway is full of our class mates, dancing and kissing. There are beers being passed around, and someone has a game of Twister laid out on the floor. We walk almost to the end of the hall before Edward stops and pulls a key card out of his pocket. He holds the door open so I can go before him. The room is nice. There is a huge king size bed, a sofa, and a beautiful view of Hollywood Beach. Edward hasn't moved since we walked in, and I can feel him watching me. I walk over to the bed and sit on it.
"So, what's the plan, E?" I smile up at him.
"Well, I was thinking we could go out and grab a beer. Unless you want to kiss on me some more." He winks at me.
I cover my eyes and flop backwards on the bed. "I'm sorry! I just couldn't help myself! You are just too much sexy for one elevator. Do you blame me?" I bat my lashes at him.
Edward falls on the bed next to me and throws his arm around my waist. "I don't blame you at all. If I were you I'd be kissing all over me, too." He laughs.
"Let's go get a beer, Edward. I think we've both earned one at this point." I grab his hand and pull him off the bed.
Once we get out of the room, I go in search of refreshments, and Edward goes to his car to get his over night bag.
I find Ben and Angela and procure some drinks for myself and Edward. Angela and I are sitting on the floor with our backs against the wall, and I can tell that she can barely contain the questions that she wants to ask. I decide to show her some mercy.
"Okay, Ang. If you're going to ask me whatever it is that has your head about to pop the fuck off, you better do it before Edward gets back up here," I say without looking at her.
"Oh my goodness, B! What the heck is going on with you and Edward? You kissed him! I saw you! He's seriously hot, but I had no idea you were interested in him like that. When did this happen?" Fucking Angela isn't even breathing at this point. I have to shout in her face to get her shut up.
"ANGELA! Calm the hell down. Seriously, you're going to hyper ventilate. I wasn't interested in him like that, or at least I haven't been since we were kids, and the kissing was to show Tanya and Tyler that they aren't the only ones that can stray. It was... um, fun. And yes, he's super effing hot." I smirk at her.
Edward walks up and when I look forward I am staring at his knees. "Who's super effing hot, Bella? I mean besides you," he says and I swear I can hear his smirk.
I let my eyes travel up the length of his body slowly so he knows that I checking him out. "You, Edward. You are super effing hot. Am I lying?" I toss him a beer.
Angela stands up and says goodbye as Edward slides down the wall to take her place beside me. He opens his beer and hands it to me and then takes mine for himself. When did Edward Cullen become a gentleman? We drink in silence, watching everyone around us acting like kids. Since is the last event before we graduate, it's kind of ironic. We laugh at Mike and Jessica fighting over the game of Twister, and we watch as Ben and Angela quietly shut the door to their room. Edward smiles down at me, and I lay my head on his shoulder. We get the occasional questioning look, but no one asks us anything.
Once Edward finishes his drink he gets up and walks away. I don't follow him this time, but when he doesn't return I decide to go see what he's up to. Maybe he went to bed, or maybe he went to find Tanya... or someone else. Why does that idea scare me? Oh yeah, because I am crushing on him. Hard. I find Edward sitting on the floor of his room with another beer and his guitar. He smiles at me but doesn't stop playing.
"I brought it because Tanya always liked it. I had much different plans for this night." He wiggles hie eyebrows jokingly.
"I did too. Although, I must say that this doesn't suck." I refer the space between us. "If I have to rework my prom night, I'm glad that it's you that got thrown into the mix." I move to the bed and lay down on my stomach so I can watch him. He starts to play a new song, and I recognize it right away. It's "Ever the Same" by Rob Thomas, and I know that from now on it will remind me of this moment. He doesn't sing the words, so when he gets to the chorus I start to sing.
Just let me hold you while you're falling apart
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
Fall on me
Tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you forever in me
Ever the same.
He doesn't look at me, but I can see the smile that lights up his face so I keep singing. I've loved this song since the first time I heard it. The fact that he chooses to play it now, makes it even more special. The lyrics are beautiful and before I can stop myself, I am crying. I sing through the sobs, and he starts to sing along. His voice is beautiful, and I never want him to stop, but eventually the song ends and Edward sets his guitar back in it's case. In one quick move, he is off of the floor and I am in his arms. His kiss is different than before. It's needy and fast. I move to straddle his lap, and Edward pulls me tight against his chest. My hands automatically reach for his hair, as his thumbs wipe the tears from my cheeks. I can't believe this is happening, but it is. My tongue peeks out and touches his bottom lip. He hums in approval and grants me entrance to his mouth. Our tongues fight for control of the kiss and eventually I let him win. I want him to dominate this kiss, and I want him to take control. I want the complete Edward Cullen experience. I feel Edward's fingers moving down my back. When the cool air hits me, I realize that he is unzipping my dress.
Holy shit, Edward is taking my clothes off.
"Did you just unzip my dress, E?" I giggle and drop my head onto his shoulder.
"I totally just unzipped your dress, Bella." He kisses my shoulder and pushes the single strap of the dress down my arm.
I'm topless, sitting on Edward's lap, and I can't bring myself to feel embarrassed. I can't feel anything but need. I need him to touch me. I need him to want me. Edward moves my hands to his chest, and I start to unbutton his shirt. I kiss his chest as the buttons fall open. When I reach the last one, I push the shirt off of his shoulders. I let my fingers ghost over his chest, softly tangling with the reddish hair there. I hear him sigh and it makes me smile.
"You're beautiful, Edward," I whisper.
"Beautiful? Bella, I'm definitely not the beautiful one in this situation. You clearly haven't seen yourself from this angle." He kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear and his thumbs brush against my bare nipples. "Stand up," he whispers.
I do as he says and stand up in front of him. My dress is pushed down to my waist, but it still rests on my hips. Edward remedies the situation by pushing it down my legs and waits for me to step out of it. Once I kick my dress to the side, I am standing in front of him in only a pair of black lace boy shorts. His eyes are level with my bare chest, and I shiver as he kisses the valley between my breasts.
"Bella, are we doing this?" he whispers against my skin.
"All signs point to yes, Edward. Do you want to?" I run my fingers through his hair and I swear he purrs.
Instead of answering me, he stands up and pushes me back onto the bed. I watch as he pulls his shirt from where it is tucked into his pants, and then he takes off his pants and shoes with the speed of a teenage boy about to get laid. I giggle up at him as he finally comes to rest on top of me.
"You got any prophylactics in that bag of tricks, Eddie? Or does one of us need to go get one from someone out there." I ask, pointing to the door.
"It's prom night, Bella, I've got it covered."
I pull him down and kiss him hard. Thank God! Kissing Edward is my 12 year old self's dream come true. I can't decide where to touch him first. I run my fingertips up his back into his hair and wrap my legs around his waist. This has to be what heaven feels like. Okay, maybe not heaven, but it feels really, really good. I push him over so we are facing each other, and he smiles at me as he pulls my leg up and over his hip.
"Bella, if you are having any doubts about being here with me, now would be a good time to say so," he says while he runs his fingers up my side, leaving goosebumps on my skin.
I throw my head back and laugh loudly. "Edward, I'm basically naked, and grinding against your thigh. I think it's safe to say that I am exactly where I want to be. Now go get a condom, and rock my world!" I push him away.
Edward gets off the bed, and I finally have time to admit to myself that I am really nervous. I mean, I'm definitely not a virgin, but that doesn't mean that I'm experienced. At all. I never actually enjoyed sex with Tyler, so I didn't let him do it all that often. We got each other off, a lot, but there just wasn't a whole lot of actual intercourse. He was great with his, um... tongue, and I must be the hand job queen by now, but I'm definitely not a sex expert. Yup, I am so nervous. Edward is gorgeous and Tanya is a whore, so I'm sure that he's done things that I haven't even thought of yet. Hopefully I don't bore the poor guy to death. I feel Edward before I see him and look up to find him with a worried look on his face.
"You okay, B? You look scared and it's freaking me out a little bit." He is adorable when he is flustered with a condom in his hand.
I can't speak because I know that my voice will give my anxiety away. Instead I sit up and run my fingertips down his chest. When I reach the waistband of his blue boxer briefs, I slide my thumbs in the elastic and push them down. He kicks them off, and I pull him towards me on the bed, holding my hand out for the condom. I lean forward and lick him from base to tip, as I rip the foil packet open. I hear him hiss when I kiss the tip and it makes me smile. I scoot back further on the bed and stare at him. It must be said that Edward Cullen looks magnificent naked. He reaches for my panties and pulls them slowly down my legs. He kisses my naval and lets his fingers find my center. I let out a porn star moan that surprises even me.
"Don't stop, Edward," I whisper against his neck. He doesn't and sooner than I want to, I am falling over the edge. His kisses are soft and slow and I wonder how I got so lucky.
"Sit up, Edward," I say, holding the condom up so he can see it. "It's time."
Edward sits very still as I roll the condom onto him with unsteady fingers. Please don't let me fuck this up. Can I fuck this up?
"Edward, I'm nervous. I mean, I want you. I really, really want you, but I'm not sure that I'm very good at this whole sex thing." I actually take my hand off of his cock to make air quotes.
Edward uses his knee to make room for himself between my legs. He carefully holds most of his weight on his forearms and cradles my face in his hands.
"That's not even possible. You are fucking gorgeous and just laying here with you like this is blowing my mind. I'm no expert, but I'm sure we can figure it out." He kisses my nose and my chin. "Let me make you feel good."
All I can do is nod. I want this so much and him looking at me like I hang the moon is making it easier to imagine. I close my eyes and breathe him in. He reaches for my calf and brings it to rest against his side as he slides into me. Holy fuck, I'm having sex with Edward Cullen. I will definitely do a happy dance about this later.
My hips raise up to meet him as he pushes in as far as my body will allow and whispers in my ear, "Fuck, Bella. You have no idea how good you feel. Where have you been all my life?" He kisses the earlobe.
"Here, E, I've been right here." I breathe against his neck.
This doesn't make sense. I'm sure that there has been some kind of miscommunication somewhere in God's chain of command. There is no way that Edward is supposed to be here with me, yet he is everywhere. I see him, I feel him, I hear him, and I can taste him. There are no more words, just breaths and sighs, moans and touches that only make sense to us.
This can't be real. Things like this just don't happen to me. I don't realize that I've spoken out loud until Edward answers me.
"Touch me, Bella." He smiles down at me. "It's real, touch me."
And I do. I touch him anywhere I can reach. My fingernails scratch lightly up his back and down his arms. I feel his muscles flex under my fingers. I can feel the pressure I crave building low in my belly and my hand sneaks between us to provide the friction that I'm not getting. When Edward notices what I'm trying to do, he knocks my hand out of the way and replaces it with his own. I gasp at the contact and try to relax. Just when it starts to feel like it's all too much, I fall. Hard. My whole body shakes and my muscles contract around him pulling him over the edge with me. He collapses on top of me and his head comes to rest in the crook of my neck. I feel his warm breath fan out over my chest, and I smile.
Somehow, it doesn't feel weird to have Edward wrapped around me in bed. It actually feels nice as I run my fingers through his hair and he draws patterns up my side. Eventually we have to get up to take a shower and that doesn't feel weird either. I mean it's not like we haven't already seen each other naked. The weirdness comes when I realize that I have no clean clothes to wear and I can't sleep in my dress, so I have to ask Edward Cullen if I can borrow his underwear. He laughs at me, and lends me his under shirt and a pair of boxers from his magic bag. The pajama pants that he pulls out for himself are green and hang deliciously low around his hip bones. He catches me staring and quirks an eyebrow at me.
"See something you like, B?"
I giggle at him, and then move to turn down the bed. "Maybe, but I'm too tired to show you how much."
I turn off the lights and crawl under the covers. I stare at the ceiling and wait to see if Edward is going to join me. He does, and I smile to myself. I feel him scoot to the center of the bed, and I move to close the distance between us. He wraps his arm around me as I snuggle into his side.
"What happens now, Edward?" I ask, my words sound loud in the darkness.
"Well, I guess anything can happen. I'd really like it if whatever this is..." he moves his hand to indicate the space between us "...doesn't end when the sun comes up. I like being with you Bella and I want to spend more time together, if you want to." He squeezes me and I feel him kiss the top of my head.
"I think I'd like that. Good night, Edward. Thanks for rescuing me, tonight." I yawn.
"You don't have to thank me, Bella, you saved me from the wrath of Esme. She would have flipped her shit if I came home without a picture. I should be thanking you. Sleep well, Beautiful."
Maybe we're too young
And I don't even know whats real
But I Know I've never
Wanted anything so bad
I've never wanted anyone so bad
If I let you love me
Be the one adored
Would you go all the way?
Be the one I'm looking for
Adore ~ Paramore
Sunday morning I wake up in an unfamiliar bed and look down to see a head of dark brown hair resting on my chest. I try not to move because I'm scared of what's going to happen once she wakes up and the spell is broken. Last night was perfect, it was as if Bella and I were always meant to end up dancing at our senior prom. That thought is blowing my fucking mind. I think I want to be with Bella. How crazy is that? She says that she wants to try spending time together, and I really hope that she means it. I feel her start to stir and it makes me smile. She rubs my chest and then looks up at me. I see the moment that her memories of last night come back to her. She puts a hand over her mouth and then scoots up and kisses me with her hand still in place over her mouth. How fucking cute is she.
"Um... morning breath," she says when I laugh at her.
I grab her face between my hands and kiss her firmly on the mouth. "You've been breathing all over me all night, B. One little kiss isn't going to make a difference."
As soon as the words are out of my mouth she gasps and jumps up out of bed. She rummages through my bag and then goes into the bathroom with my toothbrush in her hand. "Bella! Don't you dare use my toothbrush!" I yell after she shuts the door. She peeks her head out of the door and winks at me before she shuts it again. A few minutes later she steps back out of the bathroom and gets a running start before she jumps on the bed.
"Did you really not want me to use your toothbrush? Because I did. I mean, seriously Edward, you cleaned my teeth with your tongue last night. Sharing a toothbrush isn't all that bad. You can throw it away if you want, but use it first." She kisses my nose and pinches my cheeks.
After stepping over more than a few of our classmates in the hallway, we check out of our hotel room. It looks like everyone had a great time, but I'm willing to bet that I'd win the "who had a better night" contest, hands down.
Bella and I stop for breakfast at the diner before I take her home, and we weren't the only ones who had that idea. We walk in and see that a crowd of hungover students have gathered here for coffee and greasy diner food. A few people lift their heads from the table long enough to greet us, but the majority do not. I lead the way to a booth in the back corner. I let her sit down first and then sit down next to her. I suppose this is the time that we should talk about what happened last night but it doesn't feel necessary. Instead, we eat and laugh at the sour faces around us. It seems like we are the only ones who didn't drink our weight in beer last night. That kind of makes the night even more special. It wasn't a drunken hook up.
I stop in front of Bella's house, and we stare at each other for a few minutes before I get out of the car and walk around to open her door. She gets out still wearing my underwear, with her dress and shoes in her hand, and I am suddenly terrified of her dad seeing us this way. She drags me forward on to her porch and kisses me before she opens the door. The next thing I know, she walks inside and shuts the door behind her, effectively ending our night.
I drive down our block to my house and cannot believe what is waiting for me on my porch. My mom is sitting on my porch swing... with Tanya. I get out of my car, and they both stand up to greet me.
"Hey mom, what's going on?" I ask her, but I look at Tanya.
"Good morning, son. Tanya came over to talk to you, and I was just keeping her company until you got home." She smiles at me, but I can tell that she is confused. My mom hates Tanya, and I'm sure that sitting here with her is not her idea of a good morning.
"Well, I don't really have anything to say to Tanya, mom. Did she tell you why we didn't spend our prom night together?" I look between them trying to figure out if Tanya made up some story to explain why she is here without me.
Tanya stands up and starts to talk fast. "Um, I didn't tell her anything, Edward. We are just talking about the dance and graduation." She gives me a weak smile, begging me with her eyes to not tell my mom her secret. Too bad for her, I'm really pissed off at her right now.
"Oh please, let me tell the story!" I smile sarcastically at her. "Last night, about an hour after we arrived at the hotel, Tanya disappeared. I went looking for her and when I found her, she was in the men's bathroom with Tyler. She was showing him a really good time. I'm sure if you use your imagination you can figure out the rest."
Tanya starts to cry and my mom gasps loudly, looking back and forth between me and Tanya. I'm sure that wasn't the story that she was expecting to hear. "Tanya! What were you thinking? I think it's time for you to leave."
I don't have anything left to say so I walk passed them and go inside. Surprisingly, my mom comes in right behind me and slams the front door. I barely make it to the top of the stairs before my mom calls my name to stop me. I can tell that she wants to comfort me but the subject matter isn't exactly comfortable conversation.
"Edward? Where have you been all night? Who have you been with?"
I turn around to look at her, and I can't stop the smile that lights up my face when I answer her.
"Don't worry Mom, I went and I got my picture taken, it just wasn't with Tanya." She is getting frustrated with my non answer.
"I understand that, Edward, and that makes me really happy. But you didn't answer my question. Who where you with?" she asks again.
I can't hold back my laughter when she stomps her foot at me. Her hands are on her hips, and I decide to have mercy on her. I walk down the stairs and I hug her.
"Calm down mom. I was with Bella, and we had a really good time. She's amazing. You might just be seeing more of her around here." Her face lights up, and I run up the stairs before she can ask me any more questions. I'm sure she'll be on the phone with Bella's mom before I even close my bedroom door.
I lay down on my bed, take my phone out of my pocket and send Bella a text.
I'll pick you up for school in the morning. Will you be ready by 7:15?
It only takes a few minutes for her to answer me, and I smile as I read it.
Sure thing hot stuff. Oh, and great job telling Esme. My mom is downstairs planning our wedding right now. Bring coffee. I'll feed you.
I think I love Bella Swan.