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BPOV I hesitantly put down the manuscript that I was currently reading to answer the ringing phone in my office. The shrill noise had abruptly yanked me out of the world in which I was immersed, and I desperately wanted to continue reading the pages, a sure sign that this author would be a success. "Isabella Swan," I answered the phone in my most professional voice, not sure whether it would be the dry cleaners or the CEO of the company calling. "Bella, it's Angela Weber," I heard the soft feminine voice answer. "I hope I'm not disturbing you at work." "Hey Angela," I smiled as I talked to the woman who used to be my best friend in high school. "You can disturb me anytime. How are you?" "I'm doing pretty well. I'm just working on getting this reunion settled, which is actually why I'm calling you," Angela explained. "Are you going to join us? I need a solid head count by the end of this week so I can finalize everything." "Reunion? Reunion for what?" I asked as I straightened the papers on my desk. "Bella, you do know that our ten year high school reunion is this summer, right?" Angela asked. "And since I was class president, I'm in charge of planning the whole shebang. I sent invitations out weeks ago. You didn't get yours, I'm assuming." "It's already been ten years?" I asked incredulously. It sure didn't feel like ten years since I had graduated from Forks High School, and I certainly didn't feel like I was already twenty-eight years old. "It sure has," she replied. "I know you're a big, successful editor in Los Angeles, but surely you could make it up here the second weekend in June. I haven't seen you in so long, and I bet others will be dying to see you too." I hesitated in giving Angela an answer. There was a reason I never went back to Forks, one of the smallest and rainiest towns in Washington State. It was so goddamn boring, and everyone knew everyone else's business. By the time I had graduated high school, I
had truly begun to despise it, which explains why I rushed down to California to attend college. Well, that and some personal issues that I would prefer not to revisit. "Bella, I know you don't really like Forks, but it's only for a weekend," Angela said, obviously reading my mind. "And I think we're going to go to Seattle for part of it, so it won't all be in Forks. Come on, Bella. Please?" Her skills of persuasion were working effectively, and I began to fold. "Maybe. Is it just our classmates or are others coming as well?" I asked. "Some people are bringing their kids and most people are bringing their spouses or significant others," Angela answered, and by my silence, she probably realized that this was the wrong answer. "But I'm sure there will be other single people there, too." "I assume you'll be bringing Ben?" I asked, referring to the man she had met in college when she attended the University of Oregon. "Yes," she replied. "And what about Alice?" I asked again, thinking of all of my high school friends who would probably be in attendance. "She said she was bringing her boyfriend." "And Caroline?" I asked, trying to make a point. "She's bringing her kids and husband." "And Jessica will be bringing Mike, I suppose? Unless they haven't gotten divorced by now," I amended. "They're still together, but yeah," Angela answered. "Just bring a date, then. Surely you know someone whom you can bring to this thing if you don't want to go alone." "Yeah" I replied cautiously. Little did she know that there really wasn't anyone I could bring to this reunion. I wasn't in a relationship, and I certainly wasn't dating anyone. All of my friends were female, and the only men I ever talked to were either my bosses or my assistants. And there was no way in hell I was going to take someone from the publishing company as my date. "I told your dad about it," Angela went on. "He sounded excited." I groaned audibly into the phone. "Now I really do have to go to this thing," I complained. "Why did you tell him?" I hadn't seen Charlie in almost five years, and despite his yearly calls and attempts at persuading me to visit him, I had yet to follow through. Guilt was the reason I would end up going to Forks. "Bella, he was going to find out sometime," Angela defended herself. "It's a small town, remember? And he's the chief of police. He knows everything." I looked down to my datebook and flipped from May to June. The reunion was only in two weeks, and unfortunately, I did not have any plans for that weekend. "So what do you say? You know deep down that you want to visit us," she continued to
persuade me. "Fine," I conceded with a huff. "Put me down as attending." "Alone or plus one?" Angela asked triumphantly. I sighed. I definitely did not want to attend this stupid ten year high school reunion by myself, becoming either the odd wheel with my friends and their significant others or letting some of my male classmates believe that, because I was single, I was up for grabs. "Plus one," I told her gruffly. "Great! I really can't wait to see you, Bella! I'll email you all the details soon!" "I can't wait to see you either," I told her somewhat sincerely. I did want to see her, but I would have preferred if she saw me down in L.A. "Well, I have work to finish. So I'll see you soon, and good luck with planning everything." "Thanks. Have a great day!" Angela said happily over the phone before hanging up. I placed the phone back on the hook, bent over until my forehead was pressed against the top of my desk, and groaned. Not only was I going back to Forks, but I needed to find a date to bring with me. How in the hell did I get into this mess? A cough made me sit up abruptly and realize that my assistant, Hunter, was at the door. "Bella, should I, um, run to Starbucks or something?" he asked uncertainly. Hunter knew all too well that when I was stressed in some form or another, lattes were my therapy. I couldn't even count how many times he had made the run from the office down the street just for my coffee. "Uh, you know what? I think I'll go myself," I told him. "I need the fresh air." Hunter looked perplexed. "You mean the smoggy, L.A. air?" "Right, whatever," I told him, standing up and packing up my purse. "I'll be back in ten." I left my office quickly, leaving a surprised Hunter in my wake.
EPOV Manning the cashier at Starbucks had quickly become repetitive. "What can I get for you today?" I would ask cheerily, faking the smile that was plastered onto my face. The customer would quickly tell me their desires, half of the words in English and the other half in Italian. Tall, grande, venti. Frappuccino, cappuccino, latte, espresso. No milk, skim milk, extra shot. I looked absolutely ridiculous in this green apron and black polo shirt, but the job paid the bills. As a struggling musician, I really couldn't complain. I also ended up collecting some money whenever I played on the streets. I didn't play for the money, more for the hopes of recognition, but it did sometimes help with small expenses. I was doing pretty well for my situation, and I couldn't complain. The customers made their way through the line, and it was like watching an automated assembly line circle through the shop. All of them the same with only a few variations -
celebrities or women who dressed as if they wanted to be celebrities, businessmen or women with their Blackberries attached to their ear, and tourists who were on the lookout for celebrities. I only halfway paid attention to my job that afternoon. It's not as if it takes your entire intelligence to work at a coffee shop as a barista. The rest of my thoughts lay with the conversation that I had with my younger brother and his wife the night before. "And, Edward, why are you still single?" Emmett asked when I went over to his house for dinner. We were sitting around the dinner table when my love life was, of course, brought up. "You're thirty. It's not like that's old, but you're not even dating anyone. Are you even getting laid at all?" I ignored the last question. "What concern is it of yours whether I'm dating anyone or not?" I asked defensively. "You're a good guy, Edward," Emmett's wife, Rosalie, told me. "We just want to see you as happy as we are." She looked over at Emmett lovingly and rubbed his shoulder with her han I resisted the urge to throw up or at least pretend to throw up. They did have good intentions, after all. "I just haven't met the right one yet," I told them quickly, wanting to change the subject with all my being. There had been quite a few hits and misses in the past few years, and I did not want to go through all of that drama again for some chick that I wasn't really even interested in. "I'm just afraid, Edward," Rosalie started, placing her hand on mine in what was meant to be a comforting gesture, "that when you do meet the right girl, you're either not going to recognize it, or you aren't going to do anything about it." Those words echoed in my mind throughout the night, and I promised myself that when I did finally meet that woman who was right for me, I would do anything to make something happen.
BPOV The walk down the street to Starbucks wasn't very long. Luckily, however, it did give me some time to think and prepare a plan of attack. Mission find a date. Candidates Hunter (but he was openly gay and I could not pull off pretending we had a relationship), Thomas (the man I once went on two dates with before determining that he was too egotistical), a hired male escort (I cringed at the thought), or a complete stranger. A complete stranger seemed to be my best bet at the moment. I had two weeks, surely I could convince someone to go up to Washington with me, all expenses paid by me. Thank God I could afford it. I walked into the Starbucks, the bell on the door ringing lightly as I entered. I pulled out my wallet and waited in line, gazing up at the menu. They had so many choices nowadays. I was surprised people could even decide what they wanted. I was so busy reading through the menu that I didn't even notice when it was my turn to order.
"Miss?" a deep melodic voice asked aloud, and I turned to face the owner of the beautiful voice He was God's gift to mankind. The bronze hair atop his head, so unique in its color, stuck out lazily in different directions. I wasn't a fan of messy looking hair, but it completely worked on this man. The stubble on his chin suggested that he hadn't shaved this morning, but it gave him a sexy, rugged look that made my heart skip a beat. And those eyes, green as a laser cutting through to my soul, they made me weak at the knees. My jaw dropped in surprise, and I was interested to see that the look on his face almost mirrored my own. If anyone were to look at the two of us, they would have assumed that we were childhood friends or something, seeing each other for the first time in over ten years. It looked as if we knew each other, but we had never seen each other before in our lives. "Um, what can I do for you?" the man asked after a few moments of silence. I looked down at his nametag and read that his name was Edward. He looked like an Edward. "Will you go to my high school reunion with me?" I asked, the words flowing out of my mouth before I could even realize what I was saying. After I asked and he looked at me strangely, the realization hit me. My face burned as blood rushed to my cheeks, turning my face to the color of a lobster, probably. "I- I mean-" I started stuttering, absolutely mortified. "Yes, but can I get you something to drink?" he asked. "I'm so sorry, I, shit," I apologized, keeping my eyes on the cash register, before I realized that he had said yes. "Yes? You said yes?" I looked up to his face in disbelief. "Yes," Edward replied, looking as if there were no doubt in his mind of his answer. "Really?" I asked incredulously. "Really," he echoed. "Can I get you something to drink now?" "Uh, right," I replied, shaking my head nervously and looking back up at the menu. "Grande iced latte with an extra shot of espresso, please." "What's your name?" he asked as he grabbed the clear plastic cup and a black Sharpie marker "Bella," I told him. "Bella Swan." I watched as he wrote my name on the cup and handed it back to one of the other employees. After paying for the drink, I looked back and realized that customers were waiting in line behind me. I couldn't keep talking to Edward as I had wished. I grabbed one of the business cards out of my wallet and stuck it out for him to grab. "Um, it's my card. Call me," I told him. He took the card from my hand and placed it into the pocket of his khaki pants. "I'll look forward to it, Bella," he told me with a crooked grin that sent a shiver down my spine. I walked to the side to wait for my drink and watched Edward as he helped the next customer. He was tall, I realized as I continued to stare at him openly. I was wearing
three inch heels and I wasn't a short girl, and he was still several inches taller than me. I watched as his eyes flickered to mine a few times as he helped the woman who was behind me, and I looked down at the ground bashfully. "Bella!" one of the employees called out as they set my drink upon the counter. Quickly, and without another glance at Edward, I grabbed my drink, a straw, and a couple of napkins, and I exited the Starbucks as fast as I could in my heels. Running my free hand through my loose hair, I breathed in and out slowly, trying to ward off the headache that I could feel coming on. What the hell had I just done?
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EPOV Will you go to my high school reunion with me? Those were the words that echoed in my mind for the rest of the day. As I helped the remaining customers of the night, I thought back to the first moment I saw her. As soon as she entered the room, I could tell that she was different. Different from all of the other people who visited this place daily to prolong their perpetual caffeine fix. Her long brunette hair was halfway pulled back with a barrette, and the pencil skirt and tailored jacket she wore showed off the perfect amount of womanly curves. She didn't look like just another suit, though. Although she could certainly pull off the outfit, I was able to imagine her in a more casual outfit. Work wasn't her life; there was more to her than that. She was immersed in reading the menu above my head that she didn't even notice it was her chance to order. And to my surprise, instead of a coffee, she ordered a date from me. And to her high school reunion, no less. I wasn't sure why I said yes, but something inside was telling me that it was the right thing to do. Besides, I told myself that I wouldn't let an opportunity to meet the right girl pass me by. This was certainly an opportunity. Her stammering and colorful blush might have been embarrassing to her, but I found it all the more intriguing and beautiful. Who in L.A. actually blushed anymore? And her name, Bella. I had taken enough Italian in college to know exactly what "bella" meant. When she handed me her business card, I realized it was short for Isabella. She looked like an Isabella, I mused silently. I finished my extra shift at ten o'clock that night, and I fingered the business card that I had stuck in my pocket. I knew from looking at it during one of my breaks that it had both her work and mobile number. It was too late to call her, though. I'll call tomorrow, I told myself. That way I wouldn't be waking her up or otherwise disturbing her. I walked down the streets in downtown Los Angeles for a few blocks until I arrived at my piece of shit Volvo that I'd had since high school graduation twelve years ago. First checking the trunk and making sure that my guitar was still safely in the back, I got inside and made my way over to Venice Beach. Thousands of people flocked to L.A. every year, each with hopes of being discovered. As much as I hated to admit it, I was here for that exact purpose. Every night I would play my guitar on the streets, hoping that someone influential would like what they heard. Tonight was no exception. The next morning, I decided that I would call Bella before I started my afternoon shift after lunch. Looking at the business card, I decided that I would call her mobile number as opposed to her work number. After all, I was not calling for a business call, and I didn't want to interrupt her work day. She might need that line free, for all I knew. I took the mobile phone out of my pocket and dialed the ten digit number before pressing the call button. I held the phone to my ear as I heard the ringing sound that went on and on and on. Finally, her voicemail picked up. "This is Isabella Swan," the message said in what I assumed was her own voice. "I cannot take your call right now, but if you'll leave your name, number, and a short message, then I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you."
I took a deep breath and waited for the beeping noise, not sure what I was going to say.
BPOV "Maybe you should go to Starbucks this afternoon," Hunter suggested after I had confessed everything to him. He had caught me jumping at the sound of my work phone again, and I decided to just spill all. "I am not going to Starbucks," I replied vehemently. "I would make a fool out of myself again. For all I know, I'd jump the counter and attack him with voracious kisses." "He probably wouldn't be against that," mused Hunter. "You know what I mean," I told him. "I am the crazy woman to him. If I go there again, it might be seen as stalkerish. I don't need a restraining order against me." Hunter rolled his eyes. "It's not that bad. You asked him on a date, that's all." "Not just a date. A fucking high school reunion. In Washington State, at that," I replied crossly. "Shit, I didn't even tell him that. Now he really won't come with me. Time to start looking for someone else. Hunter, what are you doing next weekend?" "I have plans," he replied. "Don't worry about it, though, okay? He'll call, and you'll take him up to Washington, and you'll fall in love and live happily ever after." "Yeah right," I told him. "Anyways, thank you. Can you go hand this to Jeanette? Tell her to get it back to me by tomorrow afternoon." I picked up a manuscript and handed it to my assistant. "Yes ma'am," he replied before leaving the office. I managed to get through the rest of the work day without stressing out so much. It would all work out, I reminded myself. If worse came to worse, then I would go up to Forks by myself. Yes, I would be the odd wheel out in most situations, but I had handled it before and I could handle it again. At five thirty, I was packing up my bag when I realized that I had left my mobile phone on silent all day. I couldn't believe that I had forgotten. As I reached for it, I mentally prepared myself to see a screen with no notifications. I pulled it out however, and I realized that I had one text message, one missed call, and one voicemail message. I checked the text message first, but it was just my mother texting me to say that she and Phil had arrived in New Orleans. The missed call was a random number that I didn't know, so I dialed the voicemail, waiting for the message. "You have one unplayed messaged," the automatic voice told me. "At 1:37 pm." "Hey Bella, this is Edward," I heard the melodic voice say, and I held the phone closer to my ear. "You know, from, um, Starbucks. You gave me your card yesterday, and I said I would call. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up sometime soon. For coffee or for a drink or something. We can discuss this, uh, high school reunion thing that I said I would accompany you to. So give me a call back. My number is 213-555-0346. I get off work
this evening at seven, so any time after then I'll be able to receive your call. Yeah, um, looking forward to hearing from you. See ya." I replayed the message twice, the second time writing the number on a scrap of paper. I couldn't believe it not only had he called, but he wasn't completely put off by the idea of accompanying me. At least, he wasn't yet. I still had yet to tell him that it was an out-of-town trip. I left the office and drove home to my apartment, putting a pot of water on the stove to boil some pasta for dinner. I waited somewhat impatiently for seven o'clock to arrive, and when the long clock hand reached twelve, I found my heart beating rapidly in anticipation. I waited twenty minutes, though, before calling him back. I dialed the numbers into the phone and pushed 'call,' waiting for him to pick up. A small part of me, however, was hoping for the voicemail message. No such luck, however. "Hello?" Edward answered after a couple of rings. "Hi, it's, um, Bella," I told him. "Sorry I didn't get your call earlier today. My phone was on silent. "It's fine," he replied. "How are you doing?" "I'm doing pretty well," I said, sitting down on the couch cross-legged. "You?" "Pretty well," replied Edward with a laugh. "So do you have plans for later this evening?" "Um, no," I told him. I did have plans to watch re-runs of the Golden Girls, but I could easily miss that. "Did you want to meet up somewhere?" "How about a drink?" Edward suggested. "In which area do you live?" "Um, south Glendale," I replied. "Why?" "I just don't want to make you drive out of your way. You know, so I don't suggest a place all the way down in Long Beach," he explained. "Oh okay." "So how about the hotel bar at the Westin Bonaventure downtown? I can meet you there at nine. Does that work for you?" asked Edward. "That works," I replied. "I'll see you at nine." I ended the call and set my phone down onto the coffee table. I only had an hour and half to get ready and drive to downtown. Now all I had to worry about was what I was going to wear. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 2; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons haunt her? AH Complete.'; var categoryid = 2458; var cat_title = 'Twilight'; var datep
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"Just a glass of Chardonnay, please," I told him. "I.D.?" he asked. I held out my driver's license and then put it back into my wallet. I paid for the drink after I was handed the glass of chilled white wine, and I checked my watch once more. It was still five minutes until nine. I knew that Edward had seen me before, but in this moment, I truly hoped that he would be able to spot me.
EPOV I noticed her the very instant I walked into the room after stepping out of the elevator. Bella was sitting at the bar, looking off to the side. Her long, dark, wavy hair shone under the overhead lights, and her crossed legs showed off how toned they actually were. I frowned as I saw the drink that was already in her slender hands; I had planned to buy her a drink. I approached the bar, and as I was walking over, her brown eyes flickered to mine and a smile played upon her lips. "Edward, right?" she asked, extending her right hand for me to shake. "Bella Swan." "Edward Cullen," I introduced myself. "Nice to meet you. Officially, that is." A slight blush tinged Bella's cheeks. "Yes," she stated. "I want to apologize for yesterday. I promise that I don't go around asking strange men to be my date to places. I really don't know what came over me, and I ended up asking you before I even knew what I was doing." "Don't worry about," I assured her. "I'm glad you asked." I ordered a beer from the barman and turned back to Bella. "Would you like to move to some of those more comfortable chairs over there?" I pointed toward a cluster of modern armchairs over by the large panoramic windows. "Sure," she replied, picking up her glass and purse and walking toward the space that I had pointed. I sat down across from her and watched as she set the glass of wine on the small table and crossed her legs once more. The black dress that she was wearing showed off her figure perfectly, and I realized that I was completely underdressed for the occasion. Luckily I was wearing my nicer blue jeans, and my buttoned dress shirt was tucked in, and I was wearing a belt. But you should have worn the slacks, Cullen, I chastised myself mentally. "So your high school reunion is coming up, huh?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. It was one of the only things that I knew about her, and I had to start somewhere. She pursed her lips for a moment before answering. "Yes, and you're sure you wouldn't mind accompanying me?" Bella asked, jumping straight to business. "Before you say anything, I have to let you know two important facts. First, it's next weekend, so if you have plans, I completely understand. Second, it's in Washington State, so it's not in town. Don't worry, though. I'll cover the hotel room and the plane tickets and food and whatever expenses arise. I just need you and your time." I was thrown off for a moment. True, I didn't have plans next weekend, but I wasn't planning on taking a trip up to Washington of all places. I had just assumed that she was
from California. Maybe not L.A. perhaps, but somewhere within a couple hours' drive. And more importantly, was I just a cheaper version of a male escort? "Why do you need a date?" I asked. Surely significant others weren't required for her high school reunion. Bella looked down at the ground for a moment before answering. "All of my friends from high school have serious boyfriends or husbands, and I know it's silly, but it's sort of a pride issue. I don't want my old classmates pitying me because I haven't found anyone yet. Sure, I could go there by myself and they would be understanding and not say anything, but I know they would be thinking it. They would try hooking me up with people they know, and I'm not really up for that right now." "And why haven't you found anyone yet?" I asked before I could stop myself. She was a beautiful woman, and she seemed very nice and smart. She shouldn't have had any trouble in that department. Bella chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. "I would rather not discuss that at the moment," she said finally, taking a sip of wine from her glass and looking out the window. It was obvious to me that there must have been some bad experience in her past that affected her still today. I had no way of knowing what it was, but I knew that really did not want to show up at her high school reunion alone. The very least I could do was help her. "I'll go with you," I told Bella. "Really?" she asked hopefully, those large brown eyes looking pleasantly surprised. "I told you I would," I replied with a grin. "So where in Washington are you from?" "Well I'm not exactly from Washington," she told me. "I lived with my mother in Phoenix until my junior year of high school when I went up to live with my dad. I was only in Washington until I started college." "Oh okay. Well where in Washington?" I asked, repeating my earlier question. "Forks," she replied. "You probably haven't heard of it. It's in the far northwest corner of the state. There's like nothing to do there unless you happen to love camping and hiking." "And you don't like either?" Bella laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not an outdoorsy type of girl. Especially not when it rains the entire time. If I want to go camping, I want to be dry." "I don't think that's too much to ask," I replied. "Sounds pretty miserable otherwise." "Exactly," she agreed with a smile. "So what about you? Where are you from?" "I'm from here, actually. I grew up in Redondo Beach," I told her. "Okay. That's a nice place. And you work at Starbucks?" "Yes, but that job just pays the bills," I replied. "I'm a musician. I haven't exactly caught a break yet though."
Bella looked interested at this revelation. "What do you play?" she asked as she leaned in towards me slightly. "The guitar. I can play the piano a little bit, but my guitar skills are far superior," I answered her, hoping that that didn't sound too cocky. I really didn't need to sound like a jackass at the moment. "Acoustic? Bass? Electric?" "Acoustic," I told her. "Mostly." I had taken some lessons a long time ago for the bass guitar, but I didn't enjoy it as much as the acoustic. Bella continued to ask me about my music. When did I start playing? What inspired me? Did I write my own songs? Could I sing as well? Maybe I should try out for "American Idol" some time. What was my latest song? I answered her, glad to see that she was so interested in what I did and wanted to do. When Bella finished her glass of wine, I offered to buy her another one if she wanted. "Oh no thank you," she declined. "I have to drive after all. Besides, I should probably be going soon." She frowned. "I have some work to finish before tomorrow." "Oh okay," I replied, a bit saddened that our date, if that's what it was, would be cut short. "Well can I take you out to dinner sometime this weekend? We can, you know, figure out the details for next weekend." "I can't," Bella replied, grimacing. "Not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm going to be in Vegas all weekend for a publishing conference. I leave tomorrow evening and don't return until late Sunday. What about next week?" It was my turn to frown. "I'm working the late shifts all next week except for Friday. But then I assume we'll be going up to Washington on Friday evening?" "Yeah. When do you get off work?" "Seven," I replied. "Okay. Well I'll make all of the plans, and I'll just give you a call to relate to you the details," Bella decided. "Maybe I'll even stop by Starbucks one afternoon." I grinned. "I'd like that. Have fun in Vegas this weekend." Bella chuckled. "I'll try," she replied. "Well can I walk you to your car or something?" I asked, standing up after she did. L.A. could be a shady place after dark, and I wanted to make sure that she made it back safely. "I'd like that. Thank you," she said before we started walking towards the elevator to take us back down to the ground floor lobby. The ride downstairs was quiet, both of us listening to the elevator music playing overhead. I followed her through the lobby and out the revolving door, continuing down the street. The sound of her heels on the pavement sounded loudly until we reached a fairly new
black BMW sedan. "Nice car," I remarked to her as she stopped in front of the drivers door. "Thanks. It was my first purchase after my most recent promotion and bonus," Bella explained. She pushed the button on her key, and I heard the doors unlock. I grabbed the handle before she could, opening the door for her. "Uh, thanks," she said. "Well, I guess I'll see you soon." "Yeah, see you soon," I replied. She was still standing there and I was wondering whether I needed to go for the awkward hug or something else. In the end, though, Bella stuck out her hand, and I shook it, somewhat disappointed. "Bye," she said before climbing into her car and starting the engine. I watched her drive away into the night before walking down the street a short way to my own vehicle. There was no doubt in my mind that I was attracted to her. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and kind. I had only met her twice now, and I could tell that I was already falling for her. But it was much harder to read Bella. From the way she jumped right into the details of our arrangement, it seemed as if she wasn't as much interested in me as she was interested in any guy who would go to this reunion with her. Still, I reminded myself, she asked you and not just anyone. I had hope, and that was the only reason I was going to fly up to Washington State with this woman that I didn't really know next weekend and pretend to be her boyfriend, fianc, or whomever.
BPOV "Did he ever call?" Hunter asked as he handed me some faxes that I had received the next morning. "Yes," I replied, taking another sip of my coffee. "And we met for a drink last night." "Oh really? How did that go?" he asked. "Were there fireworks?" I chuckled. "I don't think so," I replied. "I don't think he's interested in me." "How could he not be interested in you? If I were straight, I would be interested in you," Hunter remarked as he continued to stand next to my desk. I smiled. "You're sweet. But the first thing he asked me when we started talking was about the high school reunion. You know, I was hoping for more of a 'What kind of work do you do?' or 'Are you from L.A.?' You know, get to know you type stuff. But no, he asked about the reunion." I sighed. "I think he's just going with me because he feels sorry for me." I glanced up to see Hunter rolling his eyes. "Are you paying him to go with you?" I shook my head. "Just covering his expenses. I'm not, like, paying him anything extra." "Then he's not just going with you because he feels sorry for you," he explained. "I mean, if you had asked me to go with you, I would have at least asked for a pay raise.
Otherwise, what would I get out of it? And that's only because I'm not interested in you. If I were interested, hell, I'd even pay my own way up to Washington to spend time with you." I laughed. "I'm glad I didn't ask you, then," I told him. "Anyways, I'm not convinced. He's just not interested, and I guess I should try and keep things professional between us. It's an arrangement, that's all." "Whatever," Hunter replied before he left my office. "There's obviously no getting through to you." <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 3; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons haunt her? AH Complete.'; var categoryid = 2458; var cat_title = 'Twilight'; var datep = '08-26-09'; var dateu = '07-09-10'; var author = 'chels926'; function select_drop(sel_value) { var rev = 1; var logind = 'http://login.fanfiction.net'; var review_url = '/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=18180081'; var toast; if(sel_value == 'review') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=18180081 ',560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'abuse') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/report.php?categoryid='+categoryid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storyid='+story id+'&title='+title,560,510); } else if (sel_value == 'c2') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/c2_addstory.php?action=add&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fs') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favstory=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favauthor=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'aa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_authoralert=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'sa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_storyalert=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } } </SCRIPT> <select name=opt title='story actions'> <option value=abuse>Report Possible Abuse <option value=fs selected>Add Story to Favorites <option value=sa>Add Story to Story Alert <option value=fa>Add Author to Favorites <option value=aa>Add Author to Author Alert <option value=c2>Add Story to Community </select> <input type=button value=Go onClick='select_drop(document.myselect.opt.options[document.myselect.opt.selectedIndex].va ue)'> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT><INPUT TYPE=BUTTON Value=' < Prev ' onClick="self.location='/s/5333484/2/Plus_One'"> <SELECT title='chapter navigation' Name=chapter onChange="self.location = '/s/5333484/'+ this.options[this.selectedIndex].value + '/Plus_One';"><option value=1 >1. Chapter 1<option value=2 >2. Chapter 2<option value=3 selected>3. Chapter 3<option value=4 >4. Chapter 4<option value=5 >5. Chapter 5<option value=6 >6. Chapter 6<option value=7 >7. Chapter 7<option value=8 >8. Chapter 8<option value=9 >9. Chapter 9<option value=10 >10. Chapter 10<option value=11 >11. Chapter 11<option value=12 >12. Chapter 12<option value=13 >13. Chapter 13<option value=14 >14. Chapter 14<option value=15 >15. Chapter 15<option value=16 >16. Chapter 16<option value=17 >17. Chapter 17<option value=18 >18. Chapter 18<option value=19 >19. Chapter 19<option value=20 >20. Chapter 20<option
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BPOV My weekend was spent in Las Vegas for a publishing conference that I was required to attend. The accommodations were pretty nice as we were all placed in the Rio Las Vegas hotel. It was off the strip, of which some people weren't too fond, but we were so busy with meetings and other meet-and-greets that there really wasn't that much time to peruse the numerous attractions of the Las Vegas strip. Not a gambler by nature, I stayed away from the casino and booked myself a couple of treatments at the hotel spa during our free time instead. I arrived back in Los Angeles on Sunday evening quite relaxed, but the anticipation for next weekend was already starting to creep into my every thought. To say that I had not thought about Edward over the weekend would be a complete lie. He drifted into my thoughts more often than I would have liked. I hear a beautiful acoustic guitar song overhead in the elevator, I think of Edward. I drink my coffee in the morning, I think of Edward. It was frustrating, overall. I hadn't thought about a man this much since yeah, never mind. Rein in the thoughts, Bella, I reminded myself as I brushed my teeth before going to bed. The next day during work, I logged onto the web and purchased two plane tickets for Friday from Los Angeles to Seattle. I remembered that Edward had said that he got off of work on Friday at seven, so I made sure that our flight would leave at nine at the earliest. It would be a late night as we wouldn't get into Seattle until nearly midnight and then it took over three hours to drive to Forks. There were flights that went from Seattle to Port Angeles, but we were getting in too late to fly halfway to Forks. I also went ahead and booked two nights in a hotel. There was no way in hell I was bringing Edward to my father's house, and I didn't want to spend too much time there anyway. Of course Charlie would have loved it if I decided to stay over; he probably hadn't changed a single thing in my room over these ten years. But those were memories that I wanted to avoid revisiting as best as I could. Angela called me in the afternoon to inquire about my plans. I was certain that she just called to make sure that I hadn't chickened out, though. "So when are you getting in?" she asked. "Not until early Saturday morning," I told her. "I just booked the tickets. Unfortunately we have to leave a bit late."
"We?" Angela asked, catching onto the first person plural form that I had used. "Are you coming with someone?" She sounded quite interested at this detail, and I wished that I had used the singular form instead. "Yes," I told her, resisting the urge to bite my nail nervously. "I'm coming with my boyfriend." "Your boyfriend?" she asked, surprised. "I thought you didn't want to come to the reunion because you were the only single one." "No, I just didn't want to bring my boyfriend, Edward, up to Washington yet. We've only been dating for a couple months," I lied. "I thought it was too soon, but I asked him last week and he agreed." "Oh okay, great," she replied. "I can't wait to meet him. So you'll be there on Saturday and Sunday?" "That's the plan," I replied, tapping my pen against the desk ledge nervously. "Alright. Well we're all meeting at the banquet hall in the Kalaloch Lodge for lunch on Saturday at noon," Angela told me. "So I'll see you and Edward there?" "Yes, you will," I affirmed. Angela continued to fill me in on the details for the rest of the weekend, and before ending the call, I promised her that I wouldn't back out of going to Forks. "I mean, I know you have your reasons for not wanting to come back here, but we haven't seen you in forever. I miss you. We were best friends ten years ago, and I'm sad that we haven't been able to stay that way," she had told me before hanging up, making me feel a bit guilty for not keeping in touch with her more throughout the years. Both Monday and Tuesday were very busy days at the office, and even though I had told Edward that I might stop by Starbucks one afternoon, I hadn't found the time until Wednesday after work. I guess I could have stopped by after work on Monday or Tuesday, but I also needed the time to mentally prepare myself to see him again. The fact that Edward often invaded my thoughts during the day scared me, and I really wasn't prepared for it. Instead of heading to my car in the parking garage below the building, I exited onto the street and walked the couple of blocks to the nearest Starbucks, the very one where Edward was employed. Once again, the door chimed lightly as I entered, but instead of paying attention to the menu, my eyes searched directly for Edward. He was very easy to spot as he was working the cash register again, but he didn't notice me as I entered. I walked to the back of the line and kept my eyes trained on him. It felt like this was one of the only times I could really just watch him in his natural environment. Wow, I sounded like a narrator for the Animal Planet. Nevertheless, I could tell as I waited that he was bored with his job. I thought back to the way his eyes sparked when he spoke of his music, and looking at them now, they were glazed over in ennui. After the four customers in front of me placed their orders, I approached the register and smiled when Edward's face lit up in recognition. "I told you I'd stop by eventually," I told him. "How are you?"
"I'm doing great," he replied with a gorgeous grin on his face. "You?" "I'm quite well, thanks," I said. "Oh, I guess I should order." There were still people waiting behind me. I couldn't monopolize the only cashier. "I'll have a tall iced latte." "Tall iced latte for Bella," he repeated, writing my name on the plastic cup with a Sharpie marker. "Can I get you anything else?" "Is there any way we can talk for a few minutes soon?" I asked. "I can take a break in ten," Edward replied. "Do you mind waiting?" "Not at all," I told him. "And that's all I want." I paid Edward the money and moved away from the counter, waiting for my drink. With the cold drink in my hand, I walked to a small empty table by the window and sat down, pulling a manuscript out of my bag to continue reading as I waited for Edward. "How was Vegas?" I heard his voice ask me a short while later. It certainly didn't seem like it had been ten minutes, but I was quite engrossed in what I was reading. I looked up from the manuscript and set it down on the table as Edward took the seat across from me. "It was good," I replied. "It was pretty much all work, though. How was your weekend?" "It was good," he echoed my earlier words. "Are you excited for this weekend?" "Hardly," I replied, suppressing a groan. "But I am very thankful that you're going with me. Anyway, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I booked our flight, and we're leaving LAX at a quarter after nine on Friday night. Can you meet me there at, say, eight thirty?" "Yeah," he replied. "I should definitely be there in time. I'll just meet you before security?" "Yes," I told him. "I'll have our boarding passes printed out, and I would prefer if we could just bring carry-on bags so we don't have to wait for our luggage once in Seattle. That airport is pretty much the slowest airport ever." "It's only two days. I won't need more than just a backpack," Edward replied. "Do I need to bring dress clothes?" "Oh yeah, you do," I said, suddenly remembering what Angela had told me the day before. "There is something that we sort of need to dress up for. You don't need a tux or anything, just a suit and tie. Any other questions?" "Yes," Edward replied. "An important question, actually. What are we pretending while we're up there? Am I just a random man who's accompanying you to your reunion, or am I your boyfriend or brother or what?" I sighed, thinking back to the story that I had told Angela. "I told my friend that I'm bringing my boyfriend of a couple months with me," I informed him. "We're not serious enough that you would have initially gone up to Washington with me for my reunion because, unfortunately, you're going to have to meet my father, but after being pressured into attending the reunion, I convinced you to accompany me. It's probably an
important step in our relationship." "So I'm the semi-serious boyfriend," Edward mused jokingly. "You know, a semi-serious boyfriend needs to know the history of the woman he's dating. I guess you're going to have to fill me in later." "I'll fill you in on some details," I replied cautiously after a moment's hesitation. "But we're not going to be serious enough that you know everything about me." Not even some of my better friends knew everything that had happened. There was no way that I was going to tell all to some Starbucks employee that I barely knew. He might be gorgeous, but that certainly did not mean that I automatically trusted him. Edward cleared his throat softly. "Right. Well, I should get back to work. My break is almost over," he said, looking down at the table instead of my face. "I'll be at LAX at eight thirty on Friday. I guess I'll see you there." "Um, yeah," I replied, standing with him and placing the manuscript that I had been reading back into the bag. "I'll see you then. Thanks for meeting with me." I walked towards the door and threw my empty cup into the garbage bin, feeling a bit off center. Something didn't feel right. In the past minute, we had gone from having a pleasant conversation to swimming in awkwardness. I placed my hands on the door to push it open, but I stopped when I realized that the awkwardness was my fault. Once again, it was my stupidity in making sure to not let anyone in. It was one of the few things that I truly hated about myself sometimes. "Edward, I'm sor-" I started to apologize, turning around to face him. But he wasn't there. He wasn't at the cash register, and he wasn't standing by the table. I guess he had gone into the back. Turning back to the door, I pushed it open and walked onto the sidewalk, beginning my journey back home more than a little bit disheartened.
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the muscles in his arm flexing as he lifted. "Thanks," I murmured before scooting into the window seat and sitting down, placing my purse under the seat in front of me. I turned as Edward sat down in the seat beside me, and he looked at me and smiled once more. "As I was saying," he continued, "I do understand. You don't know me and yet we have to pretend as if we've known each other for months. I assume that you're generally a more private individual, and it can be trying to self-disclose so much in such a period of time." I found myself nodding my head. "Exactly," I replied, realizing that this was indeed correct. I chuckled. "You know, for a musician and barista, you sure are insightful." "That's my degree in psych," he mused as he flipped through the safety information pamphlet. "It can still be useful at times." My jaw dropped slightly in surprise. "You have a degree in psychology?" Edward smiled, still looking at the pamphlet. "What? You think that because I have a dead end job at Starbucks and I'm looking for a break in the music business that I didn't go to college "I, uh, well, no," I stuttered the lie. It was exactly what I had assumed. And that's what I get for making assumptions; I make an ass of myself. "It's easy to jump to," he remarked. "People think it all the time." "So why aren't you doing something in the psychology field?" I asked curiously. "Well I did have a job in the field for about six years," Edward replied, "but I detested it. I came to realize that I was ridiculously unhappy and that I didn't want to live that way for the rest of my life. Of course, I really don't enjoy my job as a barista either, but at least I have some flexibility, and hopefully it won't last forever. Call it an early midlife crisis." "Please don't tell me you were a shrink," I said cautiously. The last thing I wanted was someone promoting psychoanalysis and introspection. Edward chuckled. "I wasn't a shrink," he assured me. "Now enough about me. I need to know about you. At least as much as a boyfriend of two months would know." The plane started taxiing toward the runway, and I buckled the seat belt before answering. "Alright. I hope you can retain information easily," I warned him before starting my life story. "My name is Isabella Marie Swan. My birthday is September 13th. I was born in Forks, Washington but my mother, Renee, left my father, Charlie, when I was only a year old, and we moved down to Phoenix. I spent all of my childhood in Arizona. I was sort of the quiet kid, bookish and shy. But I still had friends. When I was fourteen, Renee met my stepfather, Phil. He was a professional baseball player, strictly minor league. They got married when I was fifteen. We still lived in Phoenix, but Phil traveled a lot for his games, and my mother really missed him a lot. When I was seventeen and in my junior year of high school, Phil was offered a spot in Jacksonville, and my mother was torn between uprooting me and moving or staying in Phoenix without Phil for my sake. So I made the decision for her. I told her that I would go live with my father and finish school up in Washington." "Did you see your dad a lot?" Edward asked. "Growing up, I mean."
"I saw him about once every year, most often in Washington when I was younger, but then more often in California as I grew into my teens. So I moved up to Washington during my junior year of high school. I made friends, and I had an, um, boyfriend during those couple of years. Then I graduated and decided that I wanted to move away. I had applied to Stanford just to see if I could get in, which I did, and in the end, I chose to go there instead of the University of Washington in Seattle, where I was originally planning on attending. I majored in English and Comparative Literature and realized that I wanted to go into publishing. I graduated in four years and afterward, I started as a reader at Smith & Brooks in L.A. From there, I made my way up to editor, where I am now. Renee still lives in Jacksonville with Phil, although they travel quite a bit, and Charlie is still police chief in Forks." "Have you visited him often?" Edward inquired once again. "No," I replied, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as the plane ascended to higher altitudes. "I've seen him in person only once since I left for college. I truly have been ridiculously busy, but our relationship has been out of sorts for several years. I don't really want to go into too much detail right now, but he chose a side, and it wasn't mine." I continued chatting with Edward about different things in my life. I gave him an overview of my high school friends that he would be meeting, and I went over some random facts in my favorites list. After about an hour, though, my head drifted to the outer wall of the airplane, and finally finished with talking, I dozed off. It had been a long day, and with another long drive ahead of us, it was going to be a long night. I wanted all the sleep I could get.
EPOV I had never been one to be able to sleep on airplanes. Something about flying thirty thousand feet above the surface of the earth just made it impossible to relax enough to doze off. Bella, on the other hand, didn't seem to have that problem one bit. She had been asleep for over an hour and a half already, and the pilot had just informed us that we were beginning our final descent into Seattle. "Hey," I whispered, nudging her shoulder gently with my hand. "Bella." She squirmed and after a few more seconds, she finally opened her eyes, looking around, disoriented. "Oh," she murmured. "Are we landing?" "In about ten minutes," I replied. "I figured that you might want to wake up beforehand." "Yeah, thanks," she said, covering her mouth with a yawn. "Did you sleep?" I shook my head. "No, I watched the overhead movie." The movie was actually some god-awful chick flick, but it was something to do, at least. "The flight attendants came by while you were asleep, but I got some coffee. Do you want some?" I offered her the half filled cup that was still nice and warm. "Thank you, but no. I'll get some coffee in Sea-Tac," Bella replied. "You can finish yours." We were both silent as the plane descended lower and lower until the wheels finally hit the runway, shaking the passengers in their seats. I looked at my watch. It was almost
eleven thirty. Bella didn't say a word as we taxied to the gate, fetched our bags from the overhead bins, and waited to finally de-board the plane. I guess she had decided that she had talked enough at the beginning of the flight. I certainly did know a lot about her now, but I couldn't help but be a bit concerned, mostly in regards to her current relationship with her father. "Finally. Coffee," were the first words out of Bella's mouth when we started heading to the main terminal. A Seattle's Best was still open across from our gate, and Bella made sure that it was our first stop. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you addicted?" I asked as I followed her to the short line that was forming in front of the counter. "To coffee? Yes," she replied. "Hello, my name is Bella Swan. And I'm a coffee-holic." "Hi Bella," I replied in true AA fashion. Not that I had ever attended a meeting. I certainly was not an alcoholic. She laughed and smiled. "I became addicted in college. Too many late nights and too much work to accomplish. Do you want anything?" "No, I'm fine," I replied. I waited as she ordered her coffee, and a minute later, we were walking through the airport toward the exit. "I rented a car with Hertz," Bella explained as we walked towards the rental car agency counters. Numerous forms had to be filled out and driver's licenses copied, but less than twenty minutes later, we were outside finding the car which turned out to be a blue Mazda sedan. We placed our bags in the trunk, and Bella headed toward the driver's seat. "I can drive," I offered. I knew Bella was exhausted. She could use the however many hours journey to catch up on her rest. "No," she declined. "I know the way, and considering it's very late, I would rather that we not get lost. Not that I think you'd get us lost, but you know, just in case." "Okay," I said with a shrug, opening the passenger door and sitting down. Luckily it isn't raining outside, I thought as Bella pulled out of the parking spot and made her way to the highway. Bella adjusted the radio until it fell on some soft rock station, and music drifted softly from the speakers. If we kept on in silence, I knew that I would fall asleep. Sleeping wouldn't have been the worst idea in the world, but Bella and I needed to get some facts straight first. Who knew if we would be able to find time later before meeting her friends and former classmates? I looked over and watched as she continued to drive down the highway, the white lights passing by quickly on the other side. "So Bella, what are we as a couple?" <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 5; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a
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school definitely was not the best years of my life. "When college came around, I didn't want to leave my mom or my brother alone while I went off to school, so I went to UCLA and got my psychology degree. I didn't live at home, but I was still close enough that if they ever needed me for anything, I could be there within the hour. I graduated in four years, and I got a job as a counselor in a local hospice after graduation. As I've mentioned, I hated the job. It was the most depressing thing ever. Listening to patients talk about their fears of death didn't exactly give me the most optimistic view on life. I stuck it out for about six years until, well, about a year and a half ago when I quit. I just couldn't take it anymore. I decided to focus more on my music. I started writing my own songs again, and I decided to pursue a career in music. It's my passion, and it's something that I love to do. Of course, that doesn't exactly pay the bills. "So that's when Starbucks came into the picture. I work there in the afternoons and most evenings, and afterward, I go around town and play the guitar, just hoping to be noticed like everyone else in Tinseltown. There have been some leads, but so far they've all come to a dead end," Edward explained before pausing for a few seconds and sighing. "I can't keep doing this forever, though, working at that goddamn coffee shop and hoping for a break. If nothing happens in the next year, I think I'm going to have to go back to some counseling job. I guess I could always go back to school and get my Master's, but I'd rather not." "I'm sure something will happen," I assured him. "I wouldn't give up too easily. If it's what you love, you'll somehow find a way to make it happen." "Thanks," Edward replied seemingly somewhat surprised at my assurances. "So what music do you want to listen to?" I asked after a few minutes of silence, reaching for the dial. The music station that we were currently listening to was playing music that was entirely too slow, making me more liable to drift asleep at the wheel. "What music do you not like?" asked Edward. "I don't listen to rap music or country music," I told him. "I like pretty much everything else." "Well let me find a station," he said, reaching for the knob. "You focus on driving." The radio stations changed once every five seconds until it finally stopped as The Eagles' "Hotel California" drifted from the speakers. "How's classic rock?" Edward asked, settling back into his seat. "Perfect," I replied. We remained perfectly silent for the next couple of hours. I tried focusing on the road or on the music, but memories eventually pervaded my thoughts. Memories of that day during my junior year of high school when I was only seventeen, riding with Charlie in his cruiser on highway 101 on our way to Forks, not knowing what my new life here would bring, both excited but anxious. Memories of another day over a year and a half later, driving the same route in the opposite direction, wanting to get as far away from Forks, Washington as fast as
possible, giving Charlie the silent treatment as he insisted on driving me to the airport before I left for college. I had been back to Forks since I had run away to California for school, but it had only been once about five years ago. I had just started working for the publishing company after I had graduated from Stanford, and I was sent to attend a conference in Seattle. It had been five years since I had seen Charlie in person. Sure, we had spoken on the phone on numerous occasions, but the conversations that consisted of pure small talk did nothing but erode most of what was left of our relationship. I was free to do whatever I wanted on that Sunday in September, and on a whim, I decided to drive from Seattle over to Forks to see my dear old father. In hindsight, I should have called first and let him know that I was stopping by. It could have changed the entire course of things, but I had figured that Charlie was following the same routine as he had five years earlier; on Sundays, he fished in the mornings and watched football on the television in the afternoons. And it was true, he followed the same routine, but he wasn't alone when I knocked on the door that afternoon. I pulled myself from those memories as quickly as I could manage, making my mind pay active attention to the road ahead of us. I reached up and rubbed my temples, trying to keep my eyes from closing. The caffeine from the coffee had worn off, and it definitely felt like it was two thirty in the morning. "Pull over," I heard Edward say, the first words that had been spoken in hours. "Why?" I asked. "I'm going to drive," he said. "You look like you're about to pass out. We can't have you falling asleep behind the wheel." "I'll be fine," I told him. "We're almost in Port Angeles. We'll be there in an hour and a half or so "Bella, pull over," he said more firmly. "Please." I sighed. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was right. I was about to fall asleep. I flipped on the turn signal even though there was no other traffic on the 101, and I pulled over onto the side of the road and parked the car. Edward and I exited the car and switched sides. I pulled the seat belt back over my chest as Edward pulled back onto the highway. "Now get some sleep," he told me. "You said we still have over an hour to go." "You don't where you're going," I protested, although my eyelids were feeling heavy. "It's called Forks, right? There will be signs pointing me to where I'm going?" he asked. "Yeah, that's true," I replied. "And you're just going to stay on 101." "Now where are we staying in Forks?" "I got a room at the Olympic Suites Inn," I told him. "It's off Olympic Drive. When you get into town, you'll have to take a left on Huckleberry Lane and then another left onto Olympic. Can you remember that?"
"Huckleberry and then Olympic," Edward repeated. "I got it. Now get some sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there." I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the window. "Thanks," I murmured before allowing myself to finally sink into unconsciousness. "Bella," I heard my name being spoken and felt a hand on my shoulder. I jolted myself awake and felt a crick in my neck. I squinted into the bright lights of the parking lot and saw that we were at the hotel. I glanced at the clock. 4:13. "We're here," Edward said when I looked at him with a confused expression upon my face. "We should have gotten here about twenty minutes ago, but I missed the turn off and then had to find a gas station that was open so I could ask for directions. I didn't want to wake you." "That's fine," I mumbled, unbuckling my seat belt and opening the door. The air was damp and chilly, but all I could think about was checking in, lying down on a bed, and turning out the lights. Edward popped the trunk open, I grabbed my bag even though Edward offered to carry it, and I made my way to the entrance of the hotel, fumbling in my purse for the confirmation sheet that I had printed off. The Olympic Suites Inn was nowhere near a five- or even four-star hotel, but this was Forks after all. You couldn't exactly expect a Hilton to come to this area of the state. I walked to the small reception desk where some young man was sitting in an office chair, aslee "Professional," Edward mumbled as he brought his hand down on the reception bell, making the kid jump from his seat awake as the bell rang loudly. "Sorry," the kid said after clearing his throat. "Can I help you?" He rubbed his eyes and looked back up at us. "Yes, I have a reservation for two nights under Swan, Isabella," I told him as I handed him the confirmation sheet. "Oh, Bella," he said, recognition flashing in his eyes. "You're in town for the reunion this weekend?" "Do I know you?" I asked. "Probably not," the kid replied, covering his mouth as he yawned. "My name's Jim. I was a freshman when you were a senior at Forks High. I remember you. Actually, I had the biggest crush on you that year." I guess he wasn't a kid after all, but he did look like he was still a teenager, his face still riddled with acne. "Oh," I replied, fiddling with the bag in my hands, unsure as to what else to say to that. "So how about our room?" "Right, of course," Jim replied, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair. "Can I see the credit card you put the deposit on?" I fished the card out of my wallet and handed it to him. He typed stuff of the computer for a minute and handed the card back. "You booked a room with two double beds, but I'm afraid we don't have any more of those rooms. We have a room with one king bed, but I'm assuming that should be fine since you're here with your boyfriend or husband or uh" he stuttered as he looked at Edward. "You're quite right," Edward responded pleasantly. "The king bed sounds delightful, doesn't it honey?" He placed his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my arm soothingly.
My face heated up as the blush crept onto my cheeks, and I cursed that damn tell-tale sign of embarrassment. "That's fine," I managed to say with a smile still on my face. Edward surprised the hell out of me, which made me somewhat angry, but at the same time, Edward talking about how nice a king bed would be made my stomach do flips. "Good. Then you'll be in room 203. The elevator's just down that way," Jim pointed down the hall. "A free continental breakfast will be served tomorrow from seven until eleven over there on the other side of the lobby." "Thank you," I told him before taking the room key and walking down towards the elevator, Edward following behind me. "Sorry about that," Edward apologized as I hit the button for the elevator and the doors opened, Edward and I walking into it. "I figured we should probably go ahead and start our coupling." I turned to him, looking appalled. Still, the thought of coupling with him certainly sounded appealing. "Not that type of coupling," he stammered. "You know, just pretending to be a couple. It came out wrong before, I promise." I sighed heavily, just ready to fall back asleep. "I believe you," I replied as we exited the elevator into the hall. I found the correct door and opened it, entering the hotel room. As promised, one king bed was in the center of the room. "I can sleep on the floor," Edward offered. "It doesn't bother me." "Don't be ridiculous," I replied tiredly, setting my bag onto the small desk. "The last thing we need is for you to not get any sleep tonight and look like the living dead tomorrow when you meet everyone. Besides, the bed is plenty big enough for the two of us." I fished the pajama pants and t-shirt from my bag and walked to the bathroom to change. When I came back out a minute later, Edward had already changed into his pajamas which seemed to consist of boxer shorts and a white t-shirt that fit snugly against his toned torso. Damn it, I thought as I crawled into one side of the bed. Pretending to not be attracted to him was going to be much harder this weekend than I had originally thought. My insides were practically screaming otherwise. "When do we have to be up tomorrow? Or later this morning, I guess," Edward amended as he got in on the other side of the bed. "We have to be at lunch at noon," I told him, staring at the white ceiling, not daring to look over at him when I felt so turned on. I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand and set an alarm in case I didn't wake up as early as I normally did. "So we should probably be up by ten, just in case." "Alright," Edward replied as I reached over and switched off the lights. "Well, sweet dreams, Bella." I turned to lie on my side, facing away from him, away from temptation. "Sweet dreams," I echoed, closing my eyes. But although I was completely exhausted, I could not get Edward out of my thoughts enough to immediately fall asleep. And when I did eventually
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I opened the door and walked into the bedroom to see Edward sitting in bed in the dark room with The Weather Channel playing on the television. The jazz music that played during the Local on the Eight's sounded throughout the room. "Excuse me," I mumbled as I crossed the room to where I had placed my small suitcase earlier this morning, my towel still gripped tightly around my body. I unzipped the suitcase and started wading through the clothes that I had packed. Unfortunately, I had no idea what to wear. "Shit." "Don't worry about it," Edward remarked. "I'm going to take a shower, so you can take as much time as you'd like getting dressed." I turned just in time to see Edward walking away from me, my eyes trained on his toned back and calves. I definitely could not deny that I was attracted to him. He was ridiculously handsome, and he wasn't creepy or egotistical or boring, like many other men I had attempted dating. Basically, he was out of my league. I pulled out all of my clothes and either laid them out on the bed or put them on hangers in the closet to get rid of wrinkles. Even after a couple of minutes, I couldn't decide. I was lost for only a second before I determined the current solution for my wardrobe dilemma Alice I walked back over to the nightstand and picked up the mobile phone, scrolling through the directory until it came to Alice Brandon. I pressed the call button and held the phone up to my ear as it rang. "Hello," Alice's cheery voice sang on the other end after only one ring. "Well if it isn't Bella Swan finally calling her once-best-friend." "You don't call me either, so don't even go there," I told her in defense. "And I'd say we're still best friends. Just the kind that don't really talk to each other or see each other that often." "I don't think it works that way, Bells," she replied. "Are you in Forks? I'm so excited to see you! I'm glad you decided to come after all. Angela was telling me how reluctant you were to make the trip." "I am in Forks," I answered, "and I'm excited to see you too. I'm still not sure how great of a trip this is going to turn out to be, but that doesn't matter. The important thing is that I'm here. But first I need your help." "Let me guess," Alice said before pausing. "You have no idea what to wear." "Exactly," I replied, pulling the loosening towel more tightly across my chest. "I don't know what says, 'Yes, I'm successful and doing quite well in California but I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard to impress you people.'" "You know I had the same problem," she told me, "but it's just lunch, so luckily you don't have to try too hard. So tell me, what did you pack?" I went through each article of clothing that I had on hand and listened as Alice murmured different outfit ideas to herself. "Okay, Bella, this is what you're going to wear. Wear the dark blue jeans, the purple silk blouse, and the black fitted jacket. In my mind, it looks awesome and I'm sure it will look
great on you as well," Alice explained. "It's casual without being overly casual." "And shoes?" "I'm sure you have some cute flats or something, right?" "Yep," I replied, eyeing the black ballet flats in the suitcase. "You're a lifesaver, Ali." "That's what I'm here for, Bells," she replied. "I'll see you soon, alright?" "I can't wait," I told her before hanging up, a smile on my face. I really needed to see my best friend more often. I heard the water shut off in the bathroom, and I grabbed my undergarments and put them on as quickly as I could manage. I slid the blue jeans up to my waist and pulled on a black camisole by the time the bathroom door opened and Edward emerged. And like me, he only had a towel around his waist. Dear God. I lowered my eyes quickly, trying to ward off the heat that I felt already rising to my cheeks, and I turned to the mirror that hung on the wall above the desk. "Oh good," I heard Edward remark while my back was turned. "It's blue jean attire." "Yeah, no need to dress up yet," I told him, taking the towel to my wet hair. "Do you remember when he said breakfast ended?" "Eleven, I think," Edward replied. "Do you want something? I can go get some food and bring it back up here for you if you won't be ready anytime soon." "That would be great, actually," I replied, my stomach feeling achingly empty. "We can count on at least thirty more minutes for this," I gestured to my hair and face, "to be ready." "I don't know what you women do with all of that hair," he remarked with a shake of his head. I heard Edward rustle through his bag before I heard the bathroom door close once more. Only seconds later, he returned, wearing a pair of jeans and still no shirt. He was rubbing the towel over his wet hair that looked oh so sexy. "So what do you eat for breakfast?" he asked, throwing on a t-shirt. "Oh, and I'm not wearing this shirt to the reunion. Just to go downstairs." "Yeah that's fine," I replied. "I don't know; just get me a cup of yogurt if they have it. If not, fruit or a bagel or something will be great. And thank you so much. If they weren't closing in only ten minutes, I would go myself." "It's not a problem, Bella," he assured me as he stuffed his bare feet into a pair of shoes. "I'll be back," he continued in his best Arnold Schwarzenegger/Terminator voice. I chuckled. "See ya." I reached for my hair dryer as Edward unlocked and then opened the door to our hotel room, and I heard it shut loudly behind him. I was loudly drying my hair until I heard a bang on the door. I flipped off the switch and jogged to the door to open it. "Sorry I banged," Edward apologized when I held open the door. "I don't think you heard my knock with that hair dryer going." He held up a cup of yogurt, two apples, a bagel, and a spoon in his two hands. "I brought sustenance." "You're awesome," I told him as he walked into the hotel room. "Did they have a good selection
"They had a terrible selection," Edward remarked as he set the foods upon the desk. "But they had what we wanted. The yogurt and apple are obviously for you, and the bagel and apple are for me. Unless you want to switch, in which case I might demand payment of some sort." I smirked. "I'll take the yogurt and apple. Thanks." I took a bite out of the apple before setting it back on the desk and going back to blow drying my hair. Half an hour later, my hair was dry and straightened, my face was made up, and my outfit was fully on my body. I stuffed my feet into the black flats and added some earrings to the outfit before checking out the final appearance in the mirror. I looked good. At least good enough that I definitely didn't need to worry about people thinking, "Wow, what happened to Bella? She's gone downhill since high school." No, they would not be thinking that at all. "Alright, how do I look?" I turned and asked Edward who had been ready over ten minutes ago and who was now sitting on the edge of the bed continuing to watch The Weather Channel. I didn't know that it was that fascinating. "Beautiful," he replied, looking at me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I tried not to blush as his eyes roamed. "Thanks," I told him quickly, looking away. "You ready?" "Of course," he said, standing up adjusting the collar of his dark gray button down shirt. It was my turn to give him the once over, and he sure looked good. I was proud to have him as my fake boyfriend. "Nice shoes, by the way," I commented as I grabbed the remote and turned off the television set. "Do you not like them?" he said, glancing down at his black Converse high tops. "No, I really do like them," I assured him. "They seem so you. And they make the outfit." Edward smiled. "Well I'll take that as a compliment." We left the hotel and walked out into the damp, foggy air of Forks. "Is the weather normally like this?" Edward asked as we hopped into the rental car. "It's eerie." "Not always, but a lot of the time," I replied, starting the car and pulling out of the parking space. "The sun just never seems to want to shine on Forks, Washington." "No wonder you like L.A. so much," he mused. "So where are we going?" "We are going to lunch at the Kalaloch Lodge. It's forty minutes away, so we might be ten minutes late, but I don't think it will matter too much," I explained as I drove through Forks for the first time in five years. Somehow I never forgot where I was going, though. "Why is it so far?" Edward asked, confused. I sighed. "Probably because Forks sucks and doesn't have anywhere suitable or large enough to hold a reunion lunch."
"I can see how that would happen," he replied, looking through the car window at the small town. "So I guess it's show time soon." I was confused for a second until I remembered that we were in a fake relationship. "Right. Break a leg," I joked awkwardly. "Should I know anything about your friends?" he asked. "Yeah, probably," I answered. "I'll give you a quick overview of almost everyone. So first there's Angela. Angela and I were best friends while I lived here. We're pretty alike in our personalities and our likes and dislikes, so it was easy to become friends. She was our class president during high school, so she is the one who was in charge of planning this whole reunion. She is also the one responsible for persuading me to come up here. She went to Oregon after graduation and she works as a marketing representative for some firm in Portland. She is engaged to this guy named Ben. I haven't met him yet because she met him during college and I've only seen her three times since she met him, but I have seen pictures and Angela seems to love him a lot." "Then there's Alice. Alice is a piece of work. Unlike Angela, she is not like me at all. She's short, hyper, spunky, fashion-obsessed, outgoing. Almost everything that I'm not. Despite this, though, we too were best friends in high school. She moved to Rhode Island and went to RISD for school. Now she's in New York City trying to make it big as a fashion designer. She is going to be here with her boyfriend. I think his name is Jasper, but I might be wrong. They've only been dating for a year or so now, and I've only talked to her twice since then, so I don't know a lot about him." "There's Caroline. We were good friends in high school although she wasn't as close as Angela and Alice. She went to Seattle for school at UW, got a degree in early childhood education, and now she teaches in Forks. She's married to some man named Tanner, and she has two kids. I think their names are Stephanie and Mark. Or is it Mike? I don't know; something like that. I haven't seen her at all since graduation and I've only talked to her a number of times." "And then there's Jessica and Mike, who might as well be put together anyway. It's a bit complicated. Jessica and I were friends, but Mike really liked me instead of her when I first started at Forks High. So she was my friend but she was also a bit jealous of me. It all worked out though because I never liked Mike, although I did go on one date with him. By the time we graduated, Mike and Jessica became a couple. They went to community college and got hitched. I think Mike manages his parent's sporting goods shop in town, and Jess works at a bank as a teller. From what I hear, and this is just gossip, their marriage isn't so great." "That's quite a variety of friends," Edward remarked after I had finished. "I think I can remember the basics." "You'll like them, I hope," I said, continuing down 101 to the coast. We pulled into the parking lot of the resort only five minutes after noon. I think I made a record with how fast I was driving on the way there. I exited the car with Edward and made sure to lock the doors of the rental car. As I was putting the keys into my purse, I heard a loud squeal. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I turned and saw the petite figure of my friend Alice by
another car. She was jumping up and down despite her stiletto heels and pointing at me with a huge smile on her face. She started running towards me, her arms flying wildly above her head, and I started jogging towards her until we met in the middle. Her arms flew around my torso as she embraced me in a hug. "Bells, I've missed my best friend." "I've missed you too, Ali," I told her with a huge smile on my face, hugging her back. "Reunited and it feels so good," she sang as she pulled away, holding me at arm's distance to look at me. "You look great. You've lost weight." "You've let your hair grow out some," I noticed, looking at the black hair that fell to her chin. It wasn't her signature spiky look that I had grown to know and love. But I loved this even more. "You also look a bit tanner than I remember," Alice continued. "I guess that's what happens when you live in L.A. instead of Forks. So who's the hottie?" I turned and saw that Edward had made his way over to us. "Oh, this is my boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Alice, Edward. Edward, Alice," I introduced them. "You never told me you had a boyfriend," Alice remarked with one eyebrow raised. I was in trouble. "We've only been dating for a couple months. We met in February, didn't we, honey?" I asked, adding on the pet name at the last second. It sounded right. "We sure did, sweetie," Edward replied. "Cute," Alice muttered with a smirk. "Well this is my own beau, Jasper. Jasper Whitlock." I looked up to see the tall, blonde man standing behind Alice. I hadn't noticed him before in the excitement of seeing Alice again. "It's nice to meet you," he said in a distinct southern accent, nodding his head to both of us. "And you are?" "Bella, you remember, she was my best friend in high school. And this is her boyfriend, Edward," Alice replied. "It's nice to meet you," Edward and I both replied. "So when did you get in?" Alice asked as the four of us made our way from the parking lot to the large wooden lodge that sat atop a hill that overlooked the Pacific Ocean. "At four thirty this morning," I replied. "It takes entirely too long to drive from Seattle to here. What about you guys?" "We got in late last night," she answered. "Where are you staying? Not with Charlie, I imagine." I laughed. "No, definitely not. We're staying at the Olympic Suites. You? Are you staying with your parents?" "Hell no," Alice replied. "I would have to sleep in the same twin bed from my childhood while Jasper slept on the floor or on the god-awful couch in the living room. No, we're staying at the Miller Tree Bed and Breakfast. I am sad that we had to miss the festivities last night, though."
"Oh really? What did they do?" "They apparently went up to Seiku and then took a ferry cruise around the strait and, you know, partied," Alice replied. I chuckled. "I'm going to have to give Angela some grief about booking a booze cruise for this reunion. I'm sure people enjoyed it, though." We arrived at the door to the lodge and entered into the lobby. On a tripod was a sign that read, "Welcome Forks High School Class of 1999." Next to the sign was a table, behind which Angela sat, a paperback novel in her hands. It looked like things hadn't changed much these ten years. "Angela!" Alice called out happily, and Angela looked up, excited and pleased to see us. "You both made it!" she exclaimed, jumping out of her seat and rushing over to hug the both of us. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here! Ooh, who are they?" She glanced back to see Edward and Jasper standing awkwardly behind us. The introductions and pleasantries were made before Angela got back to business. "Sorry, Alice, but you're going to have to wear the nametag," Angela pleaded with Alice. "At least for lunch." "But blue doesn't match," Alice protested. "Don't you have any with a red or even yellow outline?" "Suck it up, Ali," I told her, writing Isabella Swan onto my own nametag. "Look, they have red Sharpies. Color over it." "Excellent idea, Bells, as always," she replied, clearly relieved at the suggestion. Edward came up next to me and found a blank nametag. "Should I go for Edward Cullen or should I make something up?" "And what would you make up?" I asked, amused. "Anything. Jack Bauer?" I chuckled. "Let's just stick with Edward, Jack." I peeled the sticker from its backing and stuck it to the lapel of my jacket. Edward placed his nametag onto his shirt, and I snorted when I read it. It said Edward Cullen, but in tiny letters below, it read, "a.k.a. Bella's bitch." "I can cross it out," Edward said with a smirk. "I don't know. Too true, maybe?" I recovered from my laughter. "You know what, keep it. We'll see what people think." "So it's basically just a lunch buffet," Angela was explaining as Edward and I turned back to my friends. "Here's the itinerary for the rest of the weekend, though." She handed us sheets of paper with a schedule, and I read down the list. "Prom at the Forks High gymnasium?" I asked incredulously, looking at what was planned for tonight.
"It's just cocktail attire," Angela explained. "And we all thought it would be fun to have some sort of dance. It will be just like it was ten years ago." "Yeah, except I hate looking back to the night of my senior prom," I wanted to say, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. Still, Alice noticed the grimace on my face. "Might I remind you that you had an excellent time at prom," she told me. "At the time, at least." Alice always the optimist. "It will be fine, Bella. It was ten years ago," Angela whispered to me. "So if you all want to head into the banquet hall, there's food and people and drinks. Just have a good time." "Wait, are you not coming with us?" Alice asked. "Angela, you can't sit at a table out here alone while everyone else has a good time. Come with us. People aren't so idiotic that they can't figure out that they should write their name on a sticker before coming in, are they?" "You'd be surprised," Angela murmured. "I guess you're right. Ben's in there alone anyway, and he doesn't really know anyone." Edward and I followed behind the others as they walked through the lobby to a set of double doors. Behind the doors, we heard all sorts of chatter and laughter. This is it, I thought anxiously. It's going to be fun. I've already been having a great time already. I have my friends with me, all is good, I reassured myself. Angela opened the doors and we entered, my eyes roaming through the small crowd of people, some of whom I recognized, some I didn't. Some who looked exactly as they did ten years ago, some who looked more like their parents. "Oh shit. Um, Bella, I probably should have mentioned this earlier. I swear I didn't know until twenty minutes ago" Angela started worriedly, but I didn't hear a word she said after I spotted him at one of the tables. The short black hair, the tanned, dark skin, the dazzling white teeth, the dark brown eyes. It was fucking Jacob Black, douche bag extraordinaire.
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"She didn't," I replied for her. She had mentioned only once that she had had a boyfriend when she lived in Forks, but she hadn't let on that she despised him for whatever reason and that there was a chance of seeing him this weekend. At least he didn't seem like he would be any competition, the way Bella acted toward him. "I was going to tell you eventually," Bella turned and told me worriedly. "But I didn't think we would see him so I figured I would just tell you about it at a later time. Please don't be mad." I was initially unsure of how to respond. As someone who met Bella less than two weeks ago, I had no right to be angry at all. It was obviously a painful memory, and she was under no obligation to tell me. But as someone who had supposedly dated Bella for about four months, as the story currently stood, I probably should have known at least a little about Jake. Still, I didn't need to make Bella's day even worse by pretending to be mad. "It's fine," I replied with a reassuring smile, placing my arm around her shoulders. "Will you tell me later, though?" My curiosity was sufficiently piqued. "Yes, later," Bella replied in relief as she leaned into my body, relying on me for support for just a second. She then straightened back up and pulled down on her jacket, fidgeting nervously. "Well let's get our food and sit down," Angela suggested. "Some people look like they're starting to wonder why we're just standing here. Besides, I want all of you to meet Ben." She led us over to the table of food and told us to help ourselves before her. Alice and Jasper picked up blue plastic plates and napkins and headed down the buffet while I waited behind Bella. I had just picked up my plate when I heard Alice say to Bella, "You know, he's staring at you." "Awesome," Bella replied sarcastically, making an effort to keep her eyes on the table and not look behind her. I, however, turned, wanting to figure out who this damn Jake guy was. There was more than one set of eyes staring at Bella, but thanks to these handy nametags, I was able to search and try to match a pair of staring eyes to a nametag that read 'Jake.' After a few trial-and-errors, I found him. He had dark skin, obviously of Native American ancestry, and black hair that was cut short. His nametag read 'Jacob Black.' After looking at him for a few seconds, his eyes turned from Bella and flickered to mine before swiftly turning back to the table and his plate of food. I turned back to Angela, just to be sure. "Is that him? The Native American one?" I whispered quietly, pointing subtly to the man. "He's from the Quileute rez, and yes," Angela whispered in response before giving me a smile that almost seemed sympathetic in nature. I couldn't be sure, though. I caught up with Bella, placing random portions of the different foods onto my plate as I quickly went through the line, and I followed her to the empty table at which Alice and Jasper had sat down. Bella picked a chair that would face directly away from her ex and sat down. "Not hungry?" I asked, sitting down next to her and looking at the plate which barely had any food on it whatsoever.
"I lost my appetite," she muttered but with a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine." "Okay," I replied, trying not to sound too concerned. I began to eat, and I took one bite of my food before realizing that we never got any drinks, Bella included. "I'm going to get something to drink. What can I get for you?" I asked her. "Just some water would be great, thanks," she replied gratefully. I stood up and made my way over to the table on the other side of the room that held a wide assortment of beverages. I grabbed two blue Solo cups and filled them with ice before finding the pitcher of water. Just as I was about to pour the water into one of the cups, a couple of women approached the table to get refills of their drinks. "Did you see that Bella's actually here?" one of them asked. I immediately slowed the pouring and listened in to their conversation. "I didn't think she would come. Have you seen her since graduation?" "I saw her once a few years ago," the other woman responded. "I knew that she was in L.A. so I called her up when I was down there. We met for lunch, but that's pretty much it. She doesn't ever come up here anymore." "Well she looks good," the first woman continued. "But anything would be an improvement from how she looked at the end of high school. I looked back through my pictures with Mike the other day, and of course she was in some of them. She looked as pale as a ghost and a bit too thin for her own good." "Well she had broken up with her boyfriend a couple months before," the second woman pointed out. "It was hard on her, obviously. I mean, they had been together for over a year." "But it was her fault," the first woman continued. "I sort of feel sorry for Jacob that Bella's here. It must be awkward for him. But it was ten years ago. They've both moved on. At least they should have." "Jess, I don't think we still know the whole story of what happened," the second woman defended Bella. "Who knows whose fault it was?" And with that, I automatically liked her more than the first woman, or Jess, apparently. "Anyway, we should probably go and say hello soon. I haven't seen Alice in ten years either." And with their cups sufficiently refilled, they turned and returned to the area of tables. I picked up my and Bella's cups and also returned to our table, trying to ignore the curious looks that I received as I passed by the others. By the time I made it to our table, Angela was there with a man whom I presumed was her fianc. "Your water, miss," I told Bella, placing the cup next to her plate before taking my seat. "Thank you," she replied appreciatively. "That took you a while." "Yeah, it took me a while to pour the drinks," I fibbed, picking up my fork and returning to my food. "And this is Bella' boyfriend, Edward," Angela spoke, and I looked up to see her talking to the man sitting next to her. "Edward, this is my fianc, Ben."
I stood up and reached my hand across the table. "It's nice to meet you," I told him as he shook my hand firmly and then I sat back down. "And what do you do?" Ben asked, wiping his mouth with his napkin and then placing it back on his lap. "I'm a musician," I replied simply. "Oh really? Are you signed or anything?" Ben asked interestedly. I chuckled. "Not quite. I'm trying, but until that happens, my career isn't really going anywhere," I informed him. "I work at Starbucks, though. It's not the greatest job in the world, but I have no regrets. I met Bella because I worked there." I reached my arm up and placed my hand on Bella's shoulder, and I watched as Bella's cheeks colored. "Edward, why didn't you tell us you were a musician?" Alice asked excitedly. "Well I guess I did only meet you fifteen minutes ago, and Bella never told me anything about you." She eyed Bella suspiciously. "But this is all too perfect! It's kismet! Jasper, tell him what you do Jasper chuckled. "I only work in the Creative Department, but I work at Sire Records in New York. I obviously don't personally sign people, but I know other people within the company. If you want to get a demo of yours to me sometime, I'll put it on the right desk for you," he offered. "You've got to be shitting me," was my first reaction. "Sire Records? Don't you guys have Jack's Mannequin and Regina Spektor?" "We do," Jasper replied with a smirk. "And no, I'm completely serious." I couldn't keep the surprised grin off my face. This could be it; this could be the break that I had been waiting for. "And you would really consider showing my demo to someone?" "As long as you don't sound really awful," Jasper replied. "But I know how hard it is to try and break into the music industry. It's a tough market, and you can use all the help you can get. And you seem like a decent guy." I grinned and then nearly jumped in surprise when I felt Bella's hand on my knee. "Edward, that's so great!" she exclaimed happily, and I was pleased that a true smile had reappeared on her previously anguished face. Unfortunately, the smile quickly disappeared as we both heard a "Hey, Bella," behind us. I looked over my shoulder quickly and saw that it was Jacob. Glancing back at the others at our table, I realized that this man had to have balls of steel to approach us. Both Alice and Angela were glaring at him like he had killed their most beloved pets, and Jasper and Ben obviously knew enough not to smile at this visitor. It was a table of pure hatred, and yet he had to come over and say hello. Bella stayed turned away from him for a couple of seconds, taking a deep breath. Then she turned in her chair and faced him for the first time. "Jacob," she said flatly, her eyes narrowed slightly. "I didn't know that I would be seeing you here." "Lauren asked me to come with her," he replied. "In my defense, I didn't know you would be here either."
"Well it is my high school reunion and not yours," Bella pointed out. "So you're seeing Lauren now?" "Yeah, we've been hanging out," Jake responded with a shrug. "Who's this guy?" He pointed a thumb towards me. "This is Edward, my boyfriend," Bella replied, placing her hand on my thigh. "So Lauren Huh. Last I heard, you were engaged to someone named Vanessa," she said accusingly. "I guess that didn't work out. Shame. So tell me, did she have the good sense to leave your ass or did you leave her without ever calling her again?" "You know, I came over here to say hello," Jake replied without exactly answering the question, "not to be bitched out by you. What's the saying? Time heals all wounds. Apparently that's not true." "No," Bella replied strongly. "You're right. It's not completely true. I don't have to be civil to you, and I don't even have to talk to you. In fact, I would rather not talk to you at all." She stood up suddenly, placing the napkin that was on her lap onto her plate. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find the ladies' room." She then walked quickly away from the table and through the doors that we had previously entered. "Always the drama queen," Jacob remarked with a shake of his head. I stood up quickly, knocking the table gently. I had hoped to overshadow him, but unfortunately he was the same height as me. "I suggest you leave," I told him. "And don't bother Bella ever again." Jacob raised his hands up in surrender. "Dude, she's not even worth it," he said before turning and walking away. I sat back down angrily. No wonder Bella hated him. He was an asshole. "I'm going to check on Bella," Alice said, standing up. "You boys, er, talk music or something. Come on, Angela. Once again, Bella needs us." <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 8; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons haunt her? AH Complete.'; var categoryid = 2458; var cat_title = 'Twilight'; var datep = '08-26-09'; var dateu = '07-09-10'; var author = 'chels926'; function select_drop(sel_value) { var rev = 1; var logind = 'http://login.fanfiction.net'; var review_url = '/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=18599829'; var toast; if(sel_value == 'review') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=18599829 ',560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'abuse') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/report.php?categoryid='+categoryid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storyid='+story id+'&title='+title,560,510); } else if (sel_value == 'c2') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/c2_addstory.php?action=add&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fs') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favstory=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fa') { toast =
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Jacob. "Do you go to Forks High?" I asked him. It would be nice if I already knew someone at the school, even if it was someone in the grade below me. But even though he was supposedly younger than me, he looked older. He already stood at least six inches above me. "No," he replied. "I go to the school on the rez. The Quileute reservation" "Oh, okay," I told him with a nod. "Well we're going to the living room to watch the baseball game," Charlie said, standing up from the kitchen chair and walking over to Billy. "You kids do whatever." He rolled Billy from the kitchen, leaving me and Jacob together. "I guess this is their way of making sure we become friends," Jacob remarked with a laugh. "So you just moved here from Phoenix, right?" He took a seat at the kitchen table and I followed suit. "Right. It's certainly different there than it is here. Almost complete opposites. Here it's cold and rainy. In Arizona, it was always warm and sunny. I think I might go into shock or something," I told him. "Why did you move up here?" he asked curiously. "I mean, your junior year of high school is a random age to decide to suddenly switch custody." I shrugged. "Well, my mom wanted to be with her husband, Phil, and I felt like I was tying her down from doing what she really wanted. It was my decision to move up here. I don't regret it." That was a bit of fib. Most of me wished that I could have taken it all back, but the choice was made, and I was not going to change my mind. Jacob laughed, calling my bluff. "You've only been here one day and you're already complaining about the cold and the rain. You hate it here already." "Like you said, I've only been here one day. I can't hate something that quickly." Jacob smiled. "Okay, okay. I believe you. So, Bella, what are your hobbies? What do you like to do in your free time?" "I read," I replied, saying the first thing that popped into my head. I started racking my brain, thinking of more hobbies to relate to him, but I fell short. I didn't play any sports as I was completely uncoordinated. I wasn't really involved in any clubs. The only television I watched was that new Buffy the Vampire Slayer show. There really wasn't anything else besides going to school and doing homework. "Yeah, that's about it." "That's it?" Jacob asked incredulously. "You read?" "What's wrong with reading?" I asked defensively. "There's nothing wrong with reading," he said, "but it's gotta be a bit boring if that's all you do." "Okay, well what do you do in your free time?" I asked him challengingly. "I fix up old cars," he started. "I go cliff diving. I listen to music well, good music. I watch horror movies. I also play hockey sometimes." He smiled victoriously. "Now do you want to try this again, Bella? You're going to be asked the hobby question at least once this week, I assure you, and you need to know how to answer it and sound like you
actually have a life." "I have a life," I protested. "Then tell me what it is," Jacob told me. "Fine. I like to read. I also like to listen to music, preferably alternative or rock music. When I lived in Phoenix, my friends and I liked to hang out at this coffee shop down the street. We didn't drink coffee, but it was a really cool place to hang out. Um, I watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I also like taking walks," I elaborated. "How was that?" "Much better," he replied with a smile. "So I bet you're glad that you have a car to drive to school tomorrow." I looked at him in confusion. "What car?" I asked. "I don't have a car." Jacob glanced toward the living room where the baseball game was on television and then looked back at me with an amusing grimace on his face. "Cat's out of the bag, I see," he told me. "It's not a car, it's a truck really, and an old truck at that. It was ours before we got a new one. I put the new engine in myself. Runs as good as new." "You're giving me a truck?" "Well, Charlie is. It's outside now. I thought he had already told you about it, but I guess he hasn't" Jacob trailed off, wondering if he had said too much. I stood up from the kitchen table and walked through the kitchen to the hallway and then out the front door. I was only wearing a short-sleeve t-shirt, so the chilliness in the air surprised me as I left and skipped down the couple of steps. I immediately saw it in the driveway, the old red Chevy truck. It looked like it hadn't seen a paint job in about fifteen years, but it looked good otherwise. It was a lot different than the old, two-seater that I had driven around down in Phoenix, but I loved it. It had character. I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned to see Jacob following me outside. "What do you think?" he asked as I ran my hand over the hood and looked into the interior. "It's awesome," I said. "You said you put the engine in yourself?" I didn't know much about cars, but I knew enough that I wasn't completely ignorant. "Yeah," he replied. "You do know how to drive a stick, right?" I nodded my head. I had hated it when Phil taught me, but it turned out being a useful skill. Jacob opened the side door and the front hood popped up as he pushed or pulled something inside. He lifted the hood, and I looked down at the contents, not knowing what anything was at all. Still, I was just impressed that he knew what he was doing. He went on about the engine and a catalytic converter or something, and I just nodded along, pretending that I knew what he was going on about. Finally we headed back inside, and I walked towards the living room where Charlie and Billy were watching the game, cans of beer in their hands. "Jacob showed me the truck," I told Charlie as he turned after seeing me enter the room. "Thank you so much. It's really more than I ever could have asked for."
Charlie muted the game. "It's not a problem," he replied. "I figure you wouldn't want to be driven around in my cruiser or have to hitch rides to school. Now you can get to school tomorrow without embarrassment." "I wouldn't have been embarrassed if you took me," I lied. I would have definitely been embarrassed, but I would never have told him that. "And thank you too, Billy." "Thank Jacob over there," he replied, motioning to his son who was standing behind me. "It'd still be a piece of shit rotting in the yard if he hadn't done all that work on it." I chuckled. "Well I'll let you get back to the game," I told them before leaving the room and heading back to the kitchen. I sat back down at the table with Jacob. "Well thank you." "It was my pleasure, seriously," he replied. "I love tinkering around with that kind of stuff. Have you ever done anything like that?" I laughed. "Definitely not," I replied. "But that doesn't mean I'm against checking it out." "Well maybe you can come over sometime," Jacob suggested. "Maybe I can add another hobby to that list of yours." I smiled. "That sounds like a plan," I told him. From that moment on, we were friends. I started accompanying Charlie whenever he would head down the La Push to watch the games or fish with Billy, and Jacob would show me around the garage. He taught me basics that I probably did need to know how to change a flat tire, how to tell if the oil needed to be changed. Eventually, I started heading down the La Push without Charlie, though. We kept tinkering around in the garage, but we started to do other stuff as well. He showed me the cliffs along the beach, where a lot of the Quileute teens liked to dive, and some of the tribal burial grounds. As winter arrived and the snow began to fall, he would take me sledding and we would have snowball fights. Even though I was making friends at school, Jacob was my best friend of them all. He was sweet, caring, innocent, and funny. I had the best time when I was around him. But even though we were best friends, I was always attracted to him. I mean, who wouldn't be? He was very handsome with his sharp features, gorgeous brown eyes, and brilliant smile. He was also ridiculously charming when he wanted to be. Soon our friendly outings began to gradually become more serious. We would go out and see movies together. He would take me out to dinner, always insisting on paying. We started holding hands and becoming more affectionate towards one another. Then, on one night in late February, after we had seen this terrible monster movie, Jake drove me back to my house, and that was the first time that he had kissed me. It was then that I knew that I had fallen in love with him. Of course, I didn't tell him that early, but I knew deep down in my heart that I was in love. I was startled from my thoughts as I heard the door swing open, and I watched as Alice and Angela made their way toward me. "Are you okay?" Alice asked concernedly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Jake's an ass. You were perfectly right in telling him off." "I'm fine now," I replied, wiping away the remaining tears from beneath my eyes. "Did Jacob say anything after I left?"
"Nothing that you need to worry yourself about," Alice replied. "But I really like Edward. Anyone who stands up for you is a winner in my book." "He stood up to Jake?" I asked, my heart hopeful at the thought that Edward really did care. I was beginning to appreciate his presence on this trip even more and more. "Good. I wish Jake would just leave. I can't believe he still makes me feel so crazy," I cried. "It's frustrating. I don't want to care!" "Honey, some wounds take longer to heal than others," Angela said, comfortingly. "Just give it some more time." "What were you thinking about when we came in?" Alice asked curiously. "I'm pretty sure I saw a smile on your face. Was it about Edward?" "Actually, I was thinking about the nice, good, innocent Jake that I fell in love with eleven years ago," I confessed. "I just wish I could see that side of him again sometimes. Not that I want to be back with him. I don't. At all. But I don't get why he still acts so horrible." "Bella, listen. Jacob doesn't have dissociative identities where one minute he's sweet and innocent and the next he's a vile douche bag. He's not Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," Angela told me somewhat harshly. "He changed Bella. For good. You know that, and we all know that. The only time Jake is ever pleasant is when he turns on that charm that so many people, including your father, fall for. But if you're still yearning for the same seventeen year old you fell in love with, he's never going to show up. Besides, you have Edward now, and I can assure you that he is a million times better than Jacob ever was. I can already tell, and I've only known him for fifteen minutes." "You're right," I told her. "And I do know that about Jake and about Edward. Jake's a little shit and Edward is, well, amazing. But just because I hate him doesn't mean it's easy to be around him. It still hurts." "It's been ten years," Alice said with a 'you have got to be crazy' look on her face. "Five," I mouthed to myself. Luckily, neither Alice nor Angela heard anything. I hadn't told them about what happened with Jake five years ago, and I really didn't want to. Especially not now. "Anyways, that doesn't matter," Alice continued. "Do you think you're going to be okay now? You still look great. Your eyes are a bit red, but it's not that noticeable. It'll go away within five minutes." "Yeah," I told her and Angela with a reassuring smile. I looked into the mirror and wiped under my eyes one last time, before turning and following them out of the restroom. But despite everything, I knew that Alice was right. I needed to move on and heal. And in my inner-most thoughts, I hoped that maybe Edward would help me with that. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 9; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons
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Jasper smirked and wiped his mouth with his napkin before leaning back in his chair. "Bella, which band is better? The Rolling Stones or Pink Floyd?" he asked her. Bella laughed for a second before answering. "The Stones," she replied. "Why?" Jasper looked back over at Ben victoriously, but Ben just shook his head. "Dude, that wasn't even the question," he told Jasper. "It's not about which band was better. It's about the influence." "So this is what you guys were talking about?" Bella asked me as Jasper and Ben continued their debate, even bringing it to a vote with Alice and Angela. I was about to answer affirmatively when I heard a "Hey guys!" from behind us. Bella and I both turned, and I saw the two women whom I had overheard talking about Bella at the drinks table only ten minutes before, the curly brunette who said something about Bella's breakup with Jake being her fault and the shorter, thinner blond who had stood up for Bella. I briefly wondered if they hadn't recognized me standing so close to them at the table or if they were just unaware of how loudly they actually spoke. Bella stood up with a smile on her face, and her hand regretfully pulled away from mine as she walked a couple steps closer to them. My hand suddenly felt cold in its solitude. "Hey!" she said happily, giving each of them a hug hello. "I can't believe I haven't seen either of you in ten years. You both look great." I watched as Bella pulled away from the hugs, and the blond looked at her oddly. "I saw you five years ago, Bella," she said. "Of course, it was only for lunch. Do you remember when Tanner and I came down to L.A. for vacation with the kids? While he took them to the zoo, I met you for lunch. We went to some place in Hollywood, I think." Even from this angle, I could see the red shade of embarrassment pass over Bella's face as she realized that she had completely forgotten about meeting her friend. "Right!" Bella exclaimed after a few moments' thought. "I forgot about that for a while. That was when we saw Jonathan Taylor Thomas walking down the street, right?" The woman nodded. "JTT! Oh my gosh, I was so excited!" she continued. "And then you had to dissuade me from being an obsessed fan girl and rushing over to him. You know, I had a lot of fun. I can't believe I haven't seen you since then, though. What's new with you?" Bella turned and beckoned me to her. I got up from the table and stood next to Bella, awaiting the introductions. "Well, this is my boyfriend, Edward. He's the newest thing in my life," she told both of the women. "Edward, this is Caroline," she gestured to the blond, "and Jessica," she gestured to the brunette who stood next to her. "I told you about them." I watched as they both looked up at me and nodded their heads in obvious approval. "It's very nice to meet you," Jessica said, finally breaking the awkward silence and extending her hand. "And what do you do?" "It's nice to meet you too. Bella's told me quite a bit about you two. As for me, I'm a musician," I told them simply. Jessica scoffed and then chuckled. "Leave it to Bella to find the perfect man," she said. "You mean Mike's not the perfect man?" Bella asked, and I could hear the humor hidden in the tone of her voice.
"Hardly," Jessica replied. Something caught her eye and she looked away for a moment. "Oh, speaking of the devil himself" I turned my head and watched as a man with blond hair and a baby face approached our small group. He wore an olive green polo shirt that clashed badly with the paleness of his skin. He looked like he was almost sick, but I didn't know if he always looked like that or not. He came up and placed his hand on the shoulder of his wife, but he continued to look only at Bella, smiling. "Hey girl," he said, nodding his head at Bella. "So Bella's back, I see." Bella smirked and nodded. "Yes Mike, Bella is back. But only for a couple of days." She bit her lip, holding back a chuckle. "Jessica and I were actually just talking about how much you're the perfect husband." Jessica rolled her eyes at this. "So, Mike, what are you doing these days?" Mike stuffed his hands into the pockets of his khakis and stuck out his chest a little bit more proudly. "I'm the CEO of Newton's Outfitters. You know we opened another branch in Seiku a few years ago," Mike replied, clearing proud of his accomplishments. Jessica shook her head. "He's a manager," she corrected him. "There is no CEO position." Mike scowled at his wife before turning back to Bella and then glancing at me. "Hi, I'm Mike," he told me, extending his hand and then shaking mine. "You are Edward?" He looked down at the nametag on my chest. "Or Bella's Bitch?" I laughed. "Either one will do," I told him, remembering for the first time the alias that I had written on the nametag. I was surprised that he was the first to bring it up, though. "Bella's Bitch, then," Mike replied with a laugh before turning to Bella. "So Bells, what do you do? Saving the world, maybe?" "Well I invented Post-Its," Bella replied with a surprisingly straight face, but as for myself, I couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped from my lips. Caroline and Jessica too, I could see, were also smiling and chortling in amusement. "Oh my God, I was obsessed with that movie when it came out in high school, remember? When it came out on VHS I made you watch it with me how many times? Twenty?" Jessica asked Bella. "I can't believe we're now in the same position as Romy and Michele. I feel so old. Mike laughed along with everyone else before his smile eventually disappeared. "So did you really invent Post-Its?" he asked Bella seriously. I watched in amusement as Jessica rolled her eyes again and shook her head. "Oh my God. I am married to an idiot," she said aloud to no one in particular. Then she turned to Mike. "Mike, Post-Its have been around since before we were born, you moron. Of course Bella didn't invent them." "Why do you always have to do this, Jess?" he asked her angrily. "Belittle me in front of people. Our friends, strangers, it doesn't matter." "I don't belittle you, Mike," she replied, her hands placed on her hips confrontationally. "You belittle yourself by acting stupid. I merely point 'em out."
Mike grabbed Jessica's arm strongly, but she smacked it away. "Don't you dare touch me like that!" she whispered back to him fiercely. She glanced back at Bella and me, who were both looking on in horror. "Excuse us." It was her turn to grab Mike's arm as she dragged him away from the table and towards the door. "Um don't worry about them," Caroline told us after a few moments of silence. "They fight like cats and dogs and then make up a couple hours later just in time to do it all over again." "She can't be happy," Bella remarked, looking at the door through which Jessica and Mike had just exited. "I don't think so," Caroline replied concernedly. "But she's adamant about making it work. I think she still loves him overall." "Well please tell me your own marriage isn't that bad," Bella pleaded with Caroline. "Where is Tanner anyway? Are your kids here?" "We are definitely not that bad. We're quite happy, actually. And let me see, Tanner is," she turned her head and looked into the crowd, "still sitting with Eric watching the baseball game on his phone. That's what I get for making him go somewhere with me on a Saturday. And the kids are at my mom's house. I figured that this environment would just bore them, and you probably wouldn't appreciate them picking fights with each other and then crying. But we're taking them to the picnic tomorrow. You can see them then. Stephanie is almost eight and Mark is six." "I can't believe you have an eight year old," Bella remarked, shaking her head. "I didn't feel old until right now." "Tell me about it," Caroline replied. "I teach kindergarten at Forks Elementary, and you would be surprised at the number of kids I've taught whose parents we went to school with." She looked down at her hands and fiddled with the ring on her finger for a second before continuing. "So I saw your dad yesterday. He came to the school for the career day they were having with the older kids. Is he sick? He looked kind of pale and a bit thinner than when I last saw him a few months ago." I turned to see Bella's reaction to this bit of new information. I didn't even know her father and yet this piece of news was concerning to me. As I expected, Bella blanched, her eyes widening slightly. "Um, I don't know," she replied shakily. "I haven't seen him or talked to him in a while. You haven't heard otherwise, have you?" Caroline shook her head. "It's probably nothing. I was just wondering if you knew anything" She looked away from Bella and down at the floor. "Well I'm going to go make sure Jessica isn't murdering Mike right now. I'll see you later, okay? Edward, it was very nice meeting you." Bella stayed silent, her eyes fixed at a spot on the wall in the distance. "It was nice to meet you, Caroline," I told her before she left, in search of Jessica and Mike. I turned back to Bella who was still standing there, shocked as if she had just seen a ghost. I took both of her hands in mine, maybe selfishly as they now constantly yearned for her touch, but hopefully in a comforting gesture to her as well. "Bella, it's going to be alright. Maybe he had a cold or the flu."
She finally looked away from the spot on the wall and up into my eyes so that I could see the tears that were threatening to fall down her cheeks. "But what if he isn't alright?" she asked me quietly. "What if oh my God, what if he has cancer or something and I don't know about it because I've been the worst daughter ever who doesn't even call him to check in?" Bella quickly pulled her hands out of mine. I felt disheartened for only a moment before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my torso, pressing her face into my neck as she embraced me. I rested my hands on her back, rubbing the top of her back gently through her jacket. "It's gonna be okay," I whispered into her ear. "I'm here for you." "Bella, what's wrong?" I suddenly heard Alice asked concernedly. She and Jasper had left earlier to go speak with some other couple, and they had just now returned to the table to see Bella nearly crying into my shoulder. "If that bastard did something else, I will give him more than a piece of my mind. He'll get a piece of my fist too. Or I will find a baseball bat and he can have a piece of that." Bella released herself from our embrace and looked back over to Alice before taking a deep breath. "It has nothing to do with Jacob," she told Alice, shaking her head. "But I really need to call Charlie." She bent over to retrieve the purse that she had placed on the floor by her seat and opened it, finding the mobile phone with shaky hands. "Excuse me for a minute," she said, starting to walk away. "Do you want me to come with you?" I asked her before she had a chance to leave. She stopped and looked back at me for a moment, deciding whether or not she wanted to make the phone call alone. "You know what? Yes. I want you with me," Bella told me, her eyes still a bit red from the tears. "I can do this alone, but I think I'd rather not for once." She slipped her hand into mine as we walked away from the table and back through the banquet hall, past the tables of Bella's classmates and their families. I glanced over and saw Jacob Black catch my eye, giving me a hateful sneer. I still didn't understand what this guy's problem was. Even though he said that Bella wasn't worth it, he sure was caring an awful lot. Was he over her? Maybe not. Was she over him? I wished that I could say yes, but I wasn't so sure. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 10; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons haunt her? AH Complete.'; var categoryid = 2458; var cat_title = 'Twilight'; var datep = '08-26-09'; var dateu = '07-09-10'; var author = 'chels926'; function select_drop(sel_value) { var rev = 1; var logind = 'http://login.fanfiction.net'; var review_url = '/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=18833478'; var toast; if(sel_value == 'review') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=18833478 ',560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'abuse') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/report.php?categoryid='+categoryid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storyid='+story id+'&title='+title,560,510); } else if (sel_value == 'c2') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/c2_addstory.php?action=add&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fs') { toast =
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"Sort of," I told him honestly. "Listen, Dad, I wanted to know if I can drop by sometime today. I haven't seen you in forever. I also brought someone up with me, and I want you to meet him." "You haven't gotten married, have you?" I heard Charlie ask, catching me off my guard. "No," I replied with a scoff. "I would have told you if I were getting married. You know I would have wanted you to be there." "I don't know that, Bella," Charlie replied unexpectedly. "You never stay in touch. I call your office every few months and your assistant always tells me that you're busy and that you'll call me back, but you never do. You changed your cell phone number years ago, and I don't have the new one. Well I guess I do now that you've called. But I haven't talked to you in years and now you want to just come over?" My heart broke as I heard the hardness in his voice. I pulled my legs up onto the seat and pulled my knees in towards my chest. The tears that I had been holding in finally released as they spilled down my cheeks and onto my denim-covered knees. Edward let go of my hand and placed his arm around my shoulder instead as I leaned into him. I couldn't help the sobs that erupted from my throat, the sounds going into the receiver. "P-please," I asked my father over the phone. "I just want to come over a-and see that you're okay." I stopped, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. I felt Edward rub my shoulder comfortingly, and surprisingly, I did feel better. The other side of the line was quiet for several seconds as I waited for Charlie's reply. "Bella, I'm sorry," he finally responded with a sigh. "I'm having a bad day at the station and I'm taking it out on you. Sorry about that. I'm afraid today isn't good, though. After I finish up here, I'm heading over to Billy's. Can you come over tomorrow afternoon? I'll, uh, cook up some of the fish that I catch tonight." I smiled at the thought and wiped the tears from under my eyes. "Since when did you learn how to cook?" I asked. I was the one who constantly cooked for the both of us when I lived up here in Forks. Charlie always managed to burn absolutely everything that he ever tried to cook. "Since you left me here all alone and it was either learn how to cook or spend too much money at the diner for every single meal," Charlie answered, and once again, I didn't miss the accusation. "Alright. I'll stop by tomorrow afternoon," I told him. "Oh, I have one more question. Are you okay? Like, you're not sick, are you?" I thought back to Caroline's concern. Thin and pale, she said. Well he was always pale; I had gotten that physical attribute from him. But he was never very thin. "Bella, go back to your friends and enjoy yourself," he replied, avoiding the question. "Don't worry about me. I'll see you tomorrow. Now, I have to go. Bye." He hung up the phone before I had a chance to reply, so I closed the phone, dropping it onto the seat cushion next to me. "Well?" Edward asked as I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of being so close to Edward.
"He avoided my last question," I replied, my eyes still shut. "I guess I'll find out tomorrow." I rested my head on Edward's shoulder, and I didn't want to move for the life of me. "Do you mind if we stay out here for a little while longer? I don't want to go back inside just now." "Not at all," Edward replied, readjusting his arm around my shoulder so that it wasn't pinned between my body and the seat back. I took a deep breath and relaxed, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing onto the small beach below, of the cawing seabirds, and of Edward's rhythmic breathing. I appreciated him being here. Although I thought back to the moment and always cringed in utter embarrassment, asking Edward to go to this reunion with me might have been the single best decision in my entire life thus far. There was no way I could have done this alone. I guess Alice and Angela would have been here, but it wouldn't have been the same; they had Jasper and Ben to take up their time and attention. I would have been alone, and Jake probably would have somehow weaseled his way back into my life again, asking me to give him yet another chance. But Jake took his second chance years ago and fucked it up, and there was no way in hell he was ever going to get a third chance, no matter how much charm he threw at me. Someone deserved a third chance, though, and that was my father. He was at fault, but so was I. If I had made more of a point of building a good father-daughter relationship with him. If I had just sucked it up and told him the truth instead of letting him believe the lies that were being spread. If I hadn't given up on a relationship with him and hadn't shut him out of my life. But I had already made the decisions that brought me to my current situation, and there was no going back. "He blames me," I told Edward, breaking the silence after a good ten minutes of just sitting there, thinking. "He blames me for everything." "Who?" "My father," I answered. "Maybe 'everything' was an exaggeration, but he blames me for a lot. I know he blames me for all of Jacob's problems." "Why would he care about Jacob?" Edward asked curiously. I sighed. "Jacob is basically the son that Charlie never had. Charlie has always been best friends with Jacob's dad, Billy. They are the best of pals, those two, always fishing or watching a game together. So after my mother left Charlie and took me away from Forks, he was alone. But Jacob and Billy were always there. Jake basically took my place as Charlie's child. When I moved back to Forks when I was seventeen and Jake and I got together, Charlie was thrilled. But after we broke up, and it wasn't exactly a painless mutual break up, he didn't really know what to do. Do you take your biological child's side, whom you've only really known for a year and a half, or do you take your practically-adopted child's side, whom you've known for his whole life? It's a tough decision." "It shouldn't be a tough decision," Edward disagreed. "But it was for him," I replied with a shrug. "I can see that now, although I don't agree with his choice. And then with some nasty rumors, the break up apparently became my entire fault, so I became the one to blame." "What kind of rumors?" I heard him ask curiously. "I don't want to pry. You don't have to
tell me." I groaned, thinking back to the absolute horror that I felt when Alice first told me what Jake had spread. I had already broken up with him and wanted to keep the reason to myself, but little did I know that my ex-boyfriend was fueling a fire of hatred towards me. "No, it's fine. You should probably know as my fake boyfriend. It might come up this weekend," I replied. "So I had this lab partner for Anatomy and Physiology during the last semester of my senior year. His name was Tyler. I don't even know what he's doing now. Last I heard he joined the Peace Corps instead of going to college and went off to Asia or something," I explained to Edward. "But we were friends. That was all. We spent the class period together and sometimes I would go over to his parents' house to work on school projects or study with him. I didn't think Jake was ever jealous, at least he never said so. So after we had broken up, you can imagine my surprise when I heard that apparently I was cheating on Jake and hooking up with Tyler in the back of his van every single day between lunch and fifth period for a quickie. Of course that rumor, which I eventually found out did originate with Jake, got to Lauren Mallory who decided that she needed to make sure everyone, including my father, knew about it. "Anyway, I decided it was best to just ignore it. There was only a month or so of school left, so I went into school every day, trying to hold my head high, telling myself that it would all be over soon. Still, I couldn't miss the pointed stares and whispers that I noticed while walking past or the word 'whore' that was etched into my locker one day. I knew it was untrue, Alice and Angela knew it was untrue, and Tyler definitely knew it was untrue. But that was it. Even Jessica and Caroline never really knew if it was just a rumor or the truth. I was too embarrassed to share the real reason I broke up with Jake, so I decided that it just didn't matter what people thought. "Still, Charlie knew. He didn't automatically believe the rumor, but after he confronted me about it and I refused to say anything, he came to the conclusion that it must have been true. I can still remember the look of disappointment in his eyes, not only because I was supposedly 'loose' or whatever, but because I was the one who was disloyal to his son and broke Jake's heart." I stopped and laughed before continuing. "You know, Jake should have moved to Hollywood and become an actor, because he sure can act. Charlie tried a few times to get us together in an attempt to reconcile us and play mediator, and Jake sure played the victim very convincingly. He played it so well that even my stuttered denials sounded contrived against his supposedly-heartfelt accusations." I buried my face in my hands, feeling the oncoming signs of a headache in my sinuses. The tears had subsided long ago, but now my eyes felt sore and dry. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. I then removed my hands from my face, wiped my runny nose with the side of my hand in the absence of a tissue, and then grimaced in disgust at having a snotty hand while Edward was right beside me. "I bet you're glad that you said yes to the crazy woman in Starbucks," I continued sarcastically. "I'm an emotional basket case with daddy issues and an evil ex-boyfriend." "That's not true," I heard Edward say, and I turned my face to look at him for the first time since I had called Charlie. He was shaking his head gently and looking at me with sad eyes. "If I hadn't said yes, then I never would have met you, and that would have been a shame." <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 11; var chapters = 29;
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"Yeah, Alice. Everything is fine," replied Bella. "I needed to call Charlie to see when I could go see him, and then it was just so nice outside that we decided to linger. Did we miss anything?" Alice nodded. "Yeah, you missed the whole 'Welcome to Forks High's ten year reunion blah blah blah'," she went on. "Angela was the one who spoke, talking about how much things have changed in this past decade. Then last night, they apparently voted on the 'most changed' person. Eric got that award. And then the person who traveled the farthest to be here was Jeff, who's been doing civilian contracting in Kuwait. But that's it. It really wasn't that special. You didn't miss much." "Oh okay," Bella said. She then turned towards me for the first time since our almost-kiss. "I guess we should get back inside." "Sure," I agreed with a nod, removing my arm from her shoulders, where it had been for so long. "Actually," Alice interrupted, "the luncheon is pretty much over. But since we have free time until seven and there is absolutely nothing to do here, Mike and Jessica invited us over to their house for a little while. I was wondering if you would like to join us." Bella looked over to me for my opinion on the matter, and I shrugged. She was in charge of the whole weekend. I was just tagging along. "Yeah, that sounds good. As long as I don't end up being the witness to domestic violence or murder," she told Alice with a chuckle. "On Jessica's part." "I think that's why Jessica wants people at their house this afternoon," Alice replied amusingly. "Well I think we're actually going to leave soon and follow them to wherever they live. So meet us in the lobby in a minute?" "Yeah," Bella affirmed before Alice walked back across the patio and through the door into the lodge. Bella stood up from the seat, smoothing down her jeans and pulling at the bottom of her black jacket. She looked into my eyes for only a second before averting them, staring out into the ocean. "So, uh, I guess we should go. Thanks for listening to me." I stood up also, placing my hands into the pockets of my jeans. "It wasn't a problem," I told her truthfully. "It seemed like you needed to talk about it." She nodded absent-mindedly. "It's been forever since I've talked about any of that. In fact, some of it I don't think I've told anyone before. Oh God, maybe I do need therapy." I shook my head. "I don't think you need therapy, you just shouldn't keep things to yourself so much. Bottling up your emotions is never a good idea." "And that's what I'm best at," Bella remarked. She then turned from the ocean back to the door. "Well, let's get going. We don't want all of them to be waiting for us." I followed her back inside, still feeling frustrated about being interrupted and about Bella acting fairly awkward after we had almost kissed. I sighed. This was going to be a long day.
BPOV "And so this is our home," Jessica told us, giving us a short tour of her and Mike's small
house. They lived close to the center of town, within walking distance of Newton's Outfitters and, I noticed, the police station. It was small, what you would normally expect for a couple who lived in Forks with no children. "It's nice," I remarked. The house wasn't bad, but the fact that it was located in Forks, Washington made me realize that I could never live like this, not in a million years. What did people even do here in their spare time? What did I do here when I was a teenager? Oh, right. I hung out with Jacob in La Push. Well that certainly wasn't happening again. I sat next to Edward, and as we were supposed to be a couple, I took his hand in mine. Alice, Jasper, Caroline, and Tanner were also at Mike's and Jessica's with us. Angela and Ben couldn't make it because Angela said that she really needed to start setting up the high school gym for tonight's prom and Ben was going to help. Now the eight of us were sitting in the living room, everyone either catching up or getting to know one another. But while they all conversed, I thought back to what had happened with Edward back at the lodge. I still felt so embarrassed. One minute Edward was merely reassuring me that he didn't regret coming to Forks with me, and then the next minute, I'm the one moving in to kiss him. I had to admit that I did want it. He was so far proving to be a very amazing guy, and I was definitely attracted to him. But at the same time, I was glad that Alice had come out before I had actually kissed him. Part of me hoped that he felt the same way about me, but then part of me thought that that would be ridiculous. I still wasn't sure which one I should believe. "Bella?" The sound of my name forced me from my thoughts. "What about you?" Tanner was asking. "Do you surf?" Alice chuckled. "Bella surfs only if she's learned in the past few years. I'm going to bet no, though." "Surf? Me?" I laughed nervously. "No, no. Why?" "Someone wasn't paying attention," Jessica remarked in chastisement. "The boys want to go surfing over in La Push as it's not raining, the swells are supposed to be good today, and they're bored out of their minds." I turned to Edward curiously. "You surf?" I whispered. He smiled and squeezed my hand. "You know that I surf, love." I nodded and smiled. "Of course I do." I turned my head back to the others. "He's an excellent surfer." Edward chuckled. "Well I wouldn't say that, but I'm not bad." Mike clapped his hands together. "Great. You and Jasper can borrow my extra wetsuits. Let's see, I have an extra board one of you can use. Tanner, can one of 'em use your extra?" he asked, getting up and then walking down a hallway. "Yep," Tanner replied and then turned to Caroline. "Hun, I'm going to run home for a sec to grab my stuff. I'll be back." "Sounds good," Caroline agreed, tossing him the car keys from her purse and then watching her husband leave the house.
"Bella, let's go with them!" Alice exclaimed. "You know I don't surf either, but it'll be fun to go to the beach. It'll be like old times. Caroline, you and Jess can come with us too." Jessica laughed and shook her head. "Nope. If Mike is going there, I'm staying here. But thank you for babysitting him for me. I can finally get stuff done without him bugging me to death. Have fun without me, though." Half an hour later, my rental car and Tanner's and Caroline's minivan pulled into a parking lot in front of the beach. Alice and Jasper rode with me and Edward, while Mike rode with Tanner and Caroline. We hopped out of the vehicles, and I pulled the windbreaker that I had borrowed from Jessica around my torso in the wind. Edward looked out at the surf. "This is going to be different than surfing in California," he remarked. Jasper smirked. "At least you're used to the Pacific. East Coast surfing might as well be completely different." "Then it'll be an experience for both of ya," Mike replied, patting them on the shoulders. "Here are your wetsuits." He handed two black suits to Jasper and Edward, who both then proceeded to strip down to their underwear in between the cars. I couldn't help it; I checked Edward out, my eyes wandering from his calf muscles to his tight ass through his boxers when he bent over to his flexing back muscles. I couldn't tear my eyes away. "Here," I said, reaching out for his clothes. "I'll take those." He turned, grinned, and handed me his jeans and shirt. "Thanks." I swear I nearly had heart palpitations. That wetsuit was just so tight and showed off everything just perfectly. You should have kissed him, Bella, I thought. Who cares if he's into you or not, you should have done it anyway. In fact, you should right now. And so I did. Throwing caution to the wind, I stepped towards him, wrapped my free arm around one side of his torso, and pulled my lips up to meet his. I knew I surprised him, which explained why my lips were the only ones moving for the first second of our kiss. But soon I felt his hands on the small of my back and the nape of my neck, and his lips moved against mine, soon taking dominance. I was in heaven. I felt fireworks. Butterflies fluttered throughout my stomach. This kiss ignited a fire within my veins. All of the overly used clichs that I vehemently crossed out while editing authors' novels at work, they all applied in this moment. But the sound of a wolf whistle ended the moment too soon. "You guys can just go back to your hotel, you know," Mike remarked jokingly. "You already have a room. You can use it." Edward pulled his head back, the warmth of his soft lips leaving mine, but his arms still embraced me. I opened my eyes, looking into his, and I could tell without even glancing down at his mouth that he was smiling. "What was that for?" he whispered.
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beautiful, charming, and he said that he worked as a stock broker on Wall Street." "He sounds like a keeper," Caroline observed with a smirk. "I know, right?" Alice continued. "So I give him my number, and he calls a couple days later, making plans for dinner. Since I don't know him too well, I don't let him know where I live, saying that I'll just meet him at the restaurant. Well it turns out to be this real swanky restaurant in downtown. I meet him there, and we have dinner. It's very expensive and I remembered that he said he would treat me, but I figured that if he's a stock broker, he probably can afford it. Well dinner ends, and I'm finishing up the bottle of wine he had ordered when Pete excuses himself to use the restroom. I think nothing of this; he seemed like a stand-up guy and we had gotten along very well so far." I gasped. "Oh no!" I commented in horror. "I can see where this is going" "Yeah. I wish I had," she replied. "So the waiter arrives with the bill and places it on the table, and I'm still waiting on Pete. It's becoming a fairly long time since he's been gone, but I chalk it up to digestive issues perhaps. But after a full fifteen minutes, I just give up. Of course I'm embarrassed to death. I had been living in New York for over five years, and I hadn't been scammed or ripped off until now. So I grab the bill, holding my breath to see the amount, and cringe when I see the well over one hundred dollar check. But, I told myself, it wasn't completely terrible. I would just put it on my credit card, and thankfully, I had enough money that I could pay it off later that month. I reached down into my purse that I had set on the floor next to my chair and tried to find my wallet. But it wasn't there. I even emptied out all of the contents of my bag onto the table trying to find that thing. "The waiter had already come by once asking if everything was okay, and I had lied and told him that everything was perfectly fine. But now I was truly freaking out. Not only did I not have the money to pay the bill, but I didn't have any money to get a cab or even a subway ticket back to my apartment. And walking from downtown to the upper west side in Jimmy Choos is just not possible. So by this time, I'm nearly at the point of tears. I look around, and I notice that there are even some other diners looking at me in concern, making me even more mortified at my situation. So I contemplate my options. I either dine and ditch and most likely get caught and arrested, or I call one of my friends and get them to come down and lend me the money. "But then rides in my knight in shining armor. This handsome man with blond wavy hair walks by my table, notices my distress, and sits down in the empty chair across from me. He asks if there's a problem, and by this point, I'm so upset that I tell him everything that happened. He looks concerned and asks if I'll let him pay for the meal now and I can pay him back later. Of course I agree, reassuring him that I will definitely pay him back. I even showed him my designer footwear and handbag as evidence that I wasn't broke. He pulls out his wallet, sets a Visa card into the bill folder, and then introduces himself to me as Jasper Whitlock." Caroline turned to her, stunned. "And what happened next?" "He wasn't on a date himself, was he?" I asked concernedly. "No, his older brother was in town so he took him out for a nice dinner. I asked the same thing, wondering if he was neglecting his date for a full ten minutes, but he said that it was his brother and that he wouldn't mind waiting once he explained what had happened. Jasper asked if I had a way of getting home and I shook my head hesitantly.
He had already been kind enough, and I didn't want to impose on him further and borrow anymore money. But he gave me some cash, and in return, I gave him my full name and phone number, assuring him that I would even pay him back the next day if he liked. Jasper excused himself and went back to his brother, and I left and took a cab back to my apartment. And that's how we met." My jaw dropped. "That's a crazy story!" I exclaimed. "Did you report this Pete guy to the cops?" "I tried, but it turned out to be a fake name, the phone number he called me from was a pay phone, and they couldn't find anything," Alice answered. "Oh enough about that bastard," Caroline said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. "Going back to Jasper, how did you get together after that? I guess he called you?" "He actually called me back that same night, making sure that I had arrived back safely and soundly," she replied. "We talked for a little while, and then we made plans to meet for coffee the next evening. During the workday, I dealt with the credit card companies and then went to the bank and withdrew enough money to pay him back. I met him and he accepted the money in return and paid for my coffee with part of it. We hit it off, and the rest is history." "What a way to meet Where is he from exactly?" I asked curiously, thinking of his Southern accent that stuck out like a sore thumb around here. "North Carolina," Alice replied promptly. She then looked down at the charred wood and smiled. "Hey, do you guys remember that bonfire we had after homecoming during senior year I smirked. "How could I forget?" I asked rhetorically. "I think that was the first time you ever got me drunk." Caroline laughed. "And you were such an amusing drunk!" I shook my head, embarrassed. For whatever the reason, I liked to tell jokes when I was inebriated. Bad jokes. Jokes so bad that sober people couldn't help but laughing. "A fire would be nice right now," Alice remarked, crossing her arms to warm them and looking out toward the sea stacks and the lingering fog. "I always forget how cold it can be even in the summer up here." Caroline's eyes widened as if she had an epiphany. "I think we have a book of matches in the glove compartment of our van," she told us. "We could try to build a fire if you're really up for it" Alice grinned. "Let's do it." "Awesome," Caroline replied. "I'll be back in a minute." She stood up and took the car keys out of her jacket pocket, making her way back towards the parking lot. Alice and I stayed silent. I looked out into the ocean, trying to see where Edward and the rest of the guys were surfing. I spotted them and saw a couple actually standing on their boards, but they were too far away to determine if either of them was Edward. It was relaxing, sitting on the shore, listening to the waves break onto the beach. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, savoring the moment.
The peaceful moment was disturbed when I heard someone yelling from afar. "Give it back!" I turned my head toward the sound and saw a man and a woman running along the beach. I could already tell that they were Quileute, with black hair and dark skin. The young man was running from the woman, turning his head back every so often and laughing. The woman looked pissed. She had long black hair that blew behind her as she ran, and she wore a flannel shirt, a pair of jeans, and some brown boots. As they approached, their features became clearer. "Is that Leah?" I heard Alice ask. I looked closer and saw that it was indeed Leah Clearwater, chasing her younger brother. Seth darted past us, not even noticing that we were sitting so near, and Leah continued to run behind him. With an extra surge of energy, she finally caught up with him, tackling him onto the rocky beach only several yards to the side of us. I cringed as I watched. "You fucking asshole!" she yelled at him. "Give it to me now!" She straddled his waist, trying to pry something out of his hands as Seth struggled to get away. Finally, she got what she wanted and stood back up. She reached down and helped Seth stand, then she punched him in the shoulder. "Jesus, Leah," Seth replied, rubbing his shoulder. "If you would just tell us who it is then I wouldn't have to find out for myself." "It's none of your fucking business," Leah replied. "I'll tell you when I want to tell you!" "Fine!" Seth shouted back, pushing past her and walking back the way he came. When he passed by Alice and me again, this time he noticed. He slowed in surprise, but then I watched his eyes narrow at me before he moved on. He never liked me. Thankfully, he kept on walking. A few seconds later, Leah finally turned around and spotted us. But unlike Seth, she smiled and jogged up to us. "Well isn't this a surprise?" she asked rhetorically. "I thought I'd never see you again, Bella." She sat down next to me on the beach. "Same for you, Alice. What brings you two here?" "High school reunion," I replied. "Angela sort of forced me to return. But I think Alice wanted to come back, didn't you, Alice?" "I don't think you needed much forcing, Bella. But yes, I did want to return for my reunion," she informed her. "How are you doing, Leah? I don't think I've seen you in ten years." Leah sighed, crossing her legs as she sat. "I'm doing very well right now," she said. "Things are finally looking up. Sorry if you had to witness that argument with my brother. He's a pain in my ass." I grimaced. "What was that all about, if you don't mind my asking?" Leah shook her head exasperatedly. "He stole my fucking phone. You see, I've been seeing this guy that I really like, but I don't want to tell Seth or the other guys who it is because they'll somehow fuck it up. Seth knows that I've been texting him a lot, and he wanted to figure out who it is," she explained. "So Forks High School reunion. Um, Jake was going to that, wasn't he? Did you see him?"
I nodded. "Yep." "Is he being an asshole?" Leah asked knowingly. I refused to comment, but Alice answered for me. "Of course he is," she replied bitterly, not caring that Leah was best friends with the douche bag in question. Leah was always best friends with Jake. She was best friends with the sweet Jacob when I had started dating him many years ago. She didn't like me at first, thinking that I was going to steal her best friend away from her, and I didn't like her at first, feeling threatened as I thought that she was much more beautiful than I would ever be and that Jake would figure out that he loved her more than just a friend. But after a few months of awkward and suspicious glares, we were able to put our differences aside and truly become friends. I knew that Jacob thought of her as just one of the guys, and Leah knew that I wasn't going to make him stop hanging out with her just because we had started seeing each other romantically. Between Leah and me, we were Jake's best friends. That is, until January of his junior year of high school, during my senior year. That was when Jacob became partners with Paul in some science class of his. Paul was part of the popular crowd at the reservation school, and unfortunately, popularity is always strived for, in one way or another. Paul and Jacob became friends, Jacob started hanging around his awful gang of friends, and that was when our relationship started to fall apart. That was when I started to smell the cigarette smoke on his breath, on his clothes, and in his car. That was when he started talking back to me and sometimes calling me names. That was when he started pressuring me to go further and further with him physically. But I loved him. I learned how to put up with the awful cigarette smell, how to stop listening when he called me his ball and chain in front of others, and how to slowly extend those personal boundaries that I had placed earlier in our relationship. Leah, too, learned how to adapt to this new behavior of Jacob's. She would be his best friend, she had said, no matter what type of person he turned out to be. But she still saw the effect that it had on me. After Jake and I had finally broken up, she told me that she believed my side of the story and didn't blame me at all for breaking up with him over it. She actually said that if he had done that to her, she would have castrated him. Nevertheless, she was his best friend, forever and always. "I'm sorry you had to see him again. I don't know what his deal is when you are concerned, but I know he couldn't have been pleasant toward you," Leah told me. "I'll kick his ass later if you want me to. Just say the word." I smirked. "Thanks. I might take you up on that offer," I replied, glad to know that, despite being best friends with my ex-boyfriend, she still knew what an ass he could be. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 13; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and
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EPOV "Well what did you think?" Mike asked me as I walked back onto the beach after over an hour of learning how to surf the very different waters of the upper Pacific. It didn't help that in the beginning, I could barely focus on what I was doing. My thoughts went back to Bella. I was finally able to kiss her, and it was she who initiated it to begin with. It surprised me, but it was a very, very pleasant surprise. It took a lot of concentration to get my mind off of Bella and onto the waves, but I was finally able to manage. "It was great," I told him honestly. "Although I think I prefer the warmer water of where I'm from." The wetsuit had kept my body temperature at a safe degree in the nearly freezing cold water, but I still felt quite chilled. "You know what I want to do someday?" Mike asked rhetorically. "I want to go to Hawaii and try surfing those massive waves on the North Shore." "I haven't been there, but I've seen them on television, and they look pretty intimidating," I replied. "I know I'm not a good enough surfer to ride those, but if you are, then my hat goes off to you." I didn't add that although he was a more experienced surfer than I was, I had still noticed that he wasn't the greatest. But Mike seemed like a good guy and I wasn't going to burst his bubble. I looked over to where I had last seen Bella, Alice, and Caroline, and sure enough, they were in the same spot, but this time I was able to see bright yellow flames in the center. They must have built themselves a bonfire, which was probably quite a feat considering how damp everything seemed to be around here. I smiled. Warming my hands and feet near a fire sounded just about perfect at the moment. I continued walking up the rocky beach, glad that Mike had had some extra surf boots to wear so that I wasn't stepping barefoot on the twigs and sharp shells that littered the shore. As I neared, I noticed another young woman sitting with them. I guess that she must have been with the Native American tribe that was from the area, and she was obviously friends with at least one of the ladies. Bella caught my eye as I approached and carefully laid the surfboard down onto the ground. Despite her hair that seemed to have a life of its own in the wind, she looked stunning, her cheeks pink from the chilliness of the breeze. Once again, I thought of the magnificent feeling of her lips against mine, and I wondered how much I could get away with right now. I mean, we were supposed to be in a serious relationship, so that meant that I had the right to kiss her as much as I wanted, right? But then again, we were only pretending. I didn't want to take too many liberties.
"Hey, I know you," I heard Mike say. I looked up to see him looking at the woman with long black hair. "You're" He snapped his fingers a few times, trying to remember her name. "Leah," the woman answered. "I've met you too, but I honestly can't remember your name either." "Mike Newton," he replied. "Oh right," Bella said, sitting up a little. "Leah, this is Edward, my boyfriend," she gestured to me and I smiled in return, "that's Tanner, Caroline's husband, and that's Jasper, Alice's boyfriend." "It's nice to meet all of you," she said with a small wave. "I'm Leah." There was an open space next to Bella, so I sat down next to her, leaning forward to stick my hands closer to the fire to warm them. "Edward, catch!" Caroline called out to me, throwing me a towel. "I figured you guys might want to dry yourselves off." I thanked her, taking the towel and running it over my wet hair before pulling it around the damp wetsuit that I still wore and letting it drape over my shoulders. "How'd you do?" Bella asked me quietly, turning her face towards mine. "I've done better," I replied with a smirk. "But it wasn't too bad." "Good," she said, turning back to the fire. "I'm glad you didn't get hurt or anything." My heart swelled in knowing that she cared about my safety, but I couldn't imply too much from that; she wasn't the type of person who would wish harm on anyone, maybe besides Jacob. She was probably just as glad that Mike or Jasper didn't get hurt out on the water. But she kissed you, I reminded myself. And that definitely counted for something. Hesitantly, I brought back my arm that was closest to Bella and wrapped it around her lower back, letting my hand rest on her waist. I was so nervous that it felt like I was in high school again, pulling the very awkward yawning-and-then-arm-around-the-shoulder maneuver. But I shouldn't have worried; from the corner of my eye, I saw Bella smile as she leaned into the side of me, letting her head fall onto my shoulder. "Edward," I heard my name being called, and I turned my head to see Leah talking to me. "Tell me. How did you and Bella here get together?" It's go time, I thought. Bella and I had come up with only a short outline of how we had met and started dating, but we had never gone through the details. I had expected her to explain everything to her friends, but Leah was asking me. I nodded, hoping that I could make it all sound believable. "Well, as some of you know, I work at a Starbucks in downtown Los Angeles. I've been working there for over a year now. It's not the best job ever, but I can't complain; it could be much worse," I explained to her. This part was easy; it was the truth. "But it
wasn't until February that I noticed this beautiful woman who frequented the shop almost daily." Bella interrupted me. "That was because, until February, my assistant got my coffee for me. But I went for myself one day in February, was served by the most gorgeous barista ever, and decided to always return myself, wanting to see him over and over again. It was like a schoolgirl crush." She looked back to me, urging me to continue. "Right. I too had started looking forward to seeing her every single day at eleven thirty. I had guessed that it must have been at the beginning of her lunch break when she stopped in," I informed everyone. "She enchanted me. Her name was easy enough to learn as I had asked her the first time in order to write her name on her cup, but I still wanted to know so much more about her." Bella once again cut in, continuing for me. I didn't mind at all. "He started asking me little things about myself every so often. He introduced himself as Edward, and I told him that I already knew that as it was on his nametag. He asked if I worked in the vicinity and what I did for a living. Within a month, we were on a first name basis with one another and he always knew exactly what type of drink I wanted. But I was still itching for the day that he would possibly ask me out." I chuckled. "It saddens me to say that it took me quite some time to find the courage to ask her out. I liked her a lot, but man, she was intimidating! She's a successful publishing editor, and I'm an unsuccessful guitarist who has to work at Starbucks to pay the bills. But finally, I manned up and asked her out for a drink later that night. To my utmost surprise, she said yes, gave me her business card with her phone number on it, and told me to call her when I got off work. I did, and we met up at the bar at the Westin that night," I said, thinking of the exact same date, only under different circumstances. "From there on, we started dating and less than a month later, she agreed to be my girlfriend. And what can I say? I'm now the luckiest man on earth." I looked back over to Bella, who was looking up at me with her large brown eyes. I wished that I knew what she was thinking right now, but unfortunately, that just wasn't possible without her telling me. It was then that she surprised me once again. This woman was full of surprises! She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips lightly, pulling away only a second later. "Thank you," she whispered. I was slightly disappointed that it only lasted for such a very short amount of time, but I felt victorious anyway. The only question now was whether she was playing her role as girlfriend when she did it. I mean, to anyone else observing our story, a small kiss was the perfect conclusion. So was it all an act? I didn't know, but at the moment, I wasn't going to care. A kiss was a kiss. "That's so sweet. I think I'm going to cry," Mike joked playfully, wiping away a fake tear. Bella laughed and I saw Alice roll her eyes. "That is a cute story," she told us. "Who knew Bella's coffee addiction would work out so well for her?" "So you work at Starbucks, but you're a musician?" Leah asked curiously. "I quit my job a couple years ago because I didn't enjoy it and I wanted to pursue a career in something that I love, and that's music," I explained for what felt like the billionth time. This question always came up whenever I met new people. "So can you play us something?" she asked.
"If I had an instrument, yeah," I answered with a nod. But looking around and not seeing a guitar, I figured I wouldn't be made to play something already. "I'll be right back," Leah said. "You better start thinking of something to play for us." She got up from her seat on the log on the other side of Bella and started jogging down the beach. "What's she doing?" I asked curiously. "Getting a guitar, I guess," Bella replied. "But this is perfect! Now you can show everyone how well you play!" She leant closer to me and whispered in my ear, "And I can finally hear you for myself." I gulped in nervous anticipation. I had been playing the guitar for almost fifteen years, and I still thought of myself as quite decent. But there was something so much different between playing for random strangers and playing for new friends and a new woman with whom I was becoming enamored. Still, it was bound to happen eventually, I told myself. Just get it over and done with. Leah returned not even five minutes later, brandishing an acoustic guitar. "Some of my friends are doing a bit of the same thing we are around the point over there," she explained, pointing off into the distance. "Embry brought his guitar, so I borrowed it. Thankfully they didn't ask a lot of questions." She handed it to me, and I saw that it was a fairly inexpensive Seagull, one that was remarkably similar to the one my mother had bought for me so many years ago. I took the guitar from her hands, resting the body on my right thigh. Unfortunately, Bella had to move out from under my arm to allow me to play. Still, she looked eager to hear me for the first time. "Oh, here's a pick," Leah continued, reaching into the pocket of her jeans, pulling one out, and handing it to me before sitting back down. I thanked her, and moved my left hand up to the strings on the neck of the guitar. After strumming a few chords to see how it was tuned, I closed my eyes, remembering the chords to the song that I had chosen to sing that I had learned a few years ago. It was a song by another artist, Damien Rice. Although I had written a couple songs of my own, I was definitely not ready to play those in front of so many people just yet, not without a bit more preparation. I strummed the beginning introduction of the folk song, clearing my throat once before starting to sing. "Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth. Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt. Still a little hard to say what's going on. "Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness. Still a little bit of your face that I haven't kissed. You step a little closer to me, So close that I can't see what's going on. "Stones taught me to fly. Love taught me to lie.
Life taught me to die. So it's not hard to fall, When you float like a cannonball. "Still a little bit of your song in my ear. Still a little bit of your words that I long to hear. You step a little closer each day, So close that I can't say what's going on. "'Cause stones taught me to fly. Love taught me to lie. Life taught me to die. So it's not hard to fall, When you float like a cannon. "Stones taught me to fly. Love taught me to lie. So come on courage, Teach me to be shy, 'Cause it's not hard to fall, And I don't wanna scare her. It's not hard to fall, And I don't wanna lose. It's not hard to grow, When you know that you just don't know." I finished singing and continued playing the rest of the instrumental music, realizing just how appropriately some of those words fit to my current situation with Bella. I didn't want to scare her, but I didn't want to lose her, and I just really wanted to know if she wanted something more out of this unconventional relationship like I did. The sound of polite applause greeted my ears as I finished and looked back up at Bella's friends. "Edward, that was marvelous!" Alice told me. "How about something else?" I smiled but shook my head modestly. "I think that's enough for now," I said before handing the guitar back to Leah. "Thank whoever lent that to you for me," I told her. "It's a good instrument." Leah stood, the guitar and pick in hand. "I will. I should probably head back anyway. I've spent entirely too much time away from the group I came with. Bella, it was great seeing you again!" Bella stood up and gave Leah a hug goodbye. "Call me if you come into town again. You too, Alice," she said. "Everyone else, it was nice meeting you." She waved goodbye before leaving and walking back down the shore. Caroline stood up. "Actually, we should probably get going too. We've got to pick up the kids from grandma's house," she said. "We'll still see you tonight though!" Tanner got up with her and Mike accompanied. Since the wetsuits, surfboards, and towels were theirs, we all decided to leave the beach together. The fire was put out, the wetsuits were stripped off and clothes put back on, and soon I was getting back in the car with Bella, with Alice and Jasper in the back seat. Their rental car was back at Jessica's and Mike's house, so we drove back there, dropping them off.
Finally, I was alone with Bella. "You were amazing," she told me as she drove us back through Forks to our hotel. "I mean, I believed you when you said that you weren't bad, but you are really good! Anyone would be crazy not to want to hear you sing. Was that song yours or someone else's? Either way, I loved it." "It wasn't mine," I told her. "But I'm glad you loved it." I sat up in my seat, leaning my elbow against the door. "So how did I do as far as our story goes? I wasn't sure how much detail I should put into it, but I just went with it." "I think you did a fantastic job," Bella replied before covering her mouth in a yawn. "It went along with the timeline that we had set on our way here, and you did a great job at pretending that you were captivated with me from the first moment you saw me. We sound like we're really in love." I shook my head. Although I thought I had made it clear a couple of times that I really did like her, she still didn't get it. Apparently I needed to be more explicit. "Bella, I wasn't pretending that I was captivated with you from the first moment I saw you. I really was, in real life. Why else would I agree to attend a high school reunion with a perfect stranger? It's not something I do on a regular basis, Bella. I noticed your beauty and the way you carry yourself as soon as you walked through that door, and when you asked if I would go somewhere with you, I immediately agreed. It wasn't because I was bored or because I felt sorry for you." I watched Bella frown. "Then why did you?" "It was because, for some still-unknown reason, you instantly attracted me like a moth to a flame. I liked you from the start." She shook her head. "You didn't even know me then." "No, but now that I have gotten to spend more time with you, I know that it's not only your outer beauty but who you are as a person as well that attract me. Do I really have to keep going on?" Bella was a silent for a couple of seconds as she drove into the parking lot of the hotel, pulled into an open space, and turned off the engine. "I like you too," she whispered, looking over to me. "But it honestly scares me." She quickly turned away and immediately got out of the car, slamming the car door closed. I opened my door and exited as well. Bella stood several feet away from me as she locked the car doors with the key remote. She faced me, but she never looked me in the eye. Looking closely, I saw a small amount of tears in her eyes that she was trying to hide. "You'll probably want to shower," she remarked as we started to walk back into the hotel building. "I'm sure the salt water is starting to feel sticky." She continued walking through the lobby and back to the elevators, and I followed behind her in silence, wondering what to do next. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 14; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus
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EPOV We took the elevator back up to the second floor and walked down the dimly lit hallway in silence. Bella foraged for the hotel key in her purse for only a second before finding it, sliding it into the slot, waiting until the door clicked and the green light flashed. She opened the door to our room, pushing it open some more so that I could enter after her without the door closing on me. Bella placed her purse onto the bed and slid off her shoes before walking to the window that overlooked the parking lot out front. I sauntered over to the duffle bag that I had placed on the floor, bent over, and dug through the clothes I had packed for another pair of boxer shorts. The ones I was currently wearing I had worn while surfing and they desperately needed to be changed. "I'm going to take that shower," I told Bella, glancing up to see her still looking out the window. What she was thinking about, I had absolutely no idea. "Yeah, alright," I heard her reply, not even turning back to look at me. I shrugged and strolled back across the room toward the bathroom. I flipped on the light switch, closed the metal door behind me, and turned on the water in the shower before stripping off my clothes. As the sound of the water from the faucet splashing against the bottom of the tub resonated throughout the small room, I looked at myself through the mirror, realizing exactly how exhausted I actually was. We had only gotten maybe six hours of sleep in the morning at best, and the events of the day were already catching me up with me. It wasn't even four o'clock yet. Once the water was pleasingly hot, I stepped into the shower and pulled up the diverter on the faucet, welcoming the warming water as it splashed down upon my neck and body below. As I soaped myself up, I couldn't help but think of the woman who was just beyond that bathroom door. Jesus, I was falling fast for her. I just wished she felt the same way. Well, apparently she did, she was just too damn scared to do anything about it. All I wanted to do was hold her in my arms and kiss away her troubles, but I knew that would only work temporarily. I couldn't push her. Once I had finished washing my hair and cleansing my body, I turned off the water and pulled open the shower curtain, reaching for a clean towel that was neatly folded on a rack above the toilet. I dried myself and ran the towel through my hair once before stepping out of the tub and onto the mat on the tiled floor. I grabbed the boxers that sat on the counter and pulled them on before I opened the door, letting the steam from my hot shower escape the confines of the bathroom.
I planned on talking to Bella, maybe get her to explain why she was so scared of falling for me, but as I walked into the room, I realized that that just wasn't going to happen right now. Bella was lying on the bed, fast asleep. She was still wearing her jeans and a camisole and hadn't even bothered to pull down the polyester quilt. She lay on her side, somewhat curled into the fetal position with her hands under the pillow under her head. She looked so peaceful that I knew I couldn't wake her. She was probably just as exhausted as I was, if not more so after dealing with both her ex and an emotional phone call to her father earlier this afternoon. Instead of talking to her, I simply walked back over to my bag, pulled out the t-shirt that I had worn briefly this morning to grab our breakfast, and pulled the shirt over my head before laying down on my side of the large king-sized bed. I placed my hands behind my head as I gazed up at the white ceiling before closing my eyes, also drifting to sleep.
"Edward." I felt something on my arm, like a hand pushing at it. "Edward, wake up." I opened my eyes to see Bella hovering over me, kneeling on the bed beside me. "We took too long of a nap." I rubbed at my eyes and sat up slightly, resting on my elbows and looking into the somewhat dark room. "What time is it?" "Six thirty," Bella replied, sitting back on her heels. "The dinner-slash-prom event doesn't start until seven, but we still need to get ready. We'll be fashionably late." "Oh, sorry," I apologized immediately. Bella smiled. "Don't worry about it," she replied. "I overslept too, and I think I'd rather get there a little bit late anyway." She looked happier now than she had a few hours ago, and I was pleased to see it. "Are you feeling better?" I asked curiously. Bella got off the bed and walked to the closet where she had hung some of her clothes this morning. "I'm feeling so much better actually," she replied, looking back at me with a smile. "That nap did me a world of good. I feel revitalized." "I'm glad," I replied, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up. "You can change in here," Bella informed me, pulling out a plastic-bag-covered dress from the closet. "I'm going to use the bathroom to get ready." She grabbed what looked like a bag of makeup and a curling iron from her bag and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. From my duffel bag, I pulled out the dark grey dress shirt and black suit that I had packed, wondering if they needed to be ironed. I shook them out and held them out to see. Yes, they needed to be ironed. I found an ironing board and iron in the closet, and I set up the board in the middle of the room and plugged in the iron to warm it. Fifteen minutes later, I had the main wrinkles ironed out of my suit and shirt, and I changed into them, hoping that the grey would go with whatever color Bella was wearing; that was why I chose grey, it goes with just about everything. I didn't bring a tie, but I didn't think I needed one; I kept the top button loose instead. I put on my black
leather shoes, and in the mirror above the desk, I combed through my hair once, just so that it didn't look like I had slept on wet hair, which I had actually done. I heard the door open and I turned my head to see Bella step out. She was dressed in a royal blue cocktail dress that was form-fitting above the waist but looser down to above her knee. Thin straps held the dress up and there was a matching blue sash tied around her waist. Her hair that had been straight earlier in the day was now curled into loose waves, and I noticed that she wore a bit more eye makeup than usual. She was still barefoot, and after she left the bathroom, she went to her bag and pulled out a pair of simple round-toe pumps and a black pashmina. I rubbed my forehead I shouldn't even know what a pashmina is. I blamed my ex-girlfriends for that, taking me shopping with them too often for my liking. "Nice suit," Bella commented, breaking me out of my reveries. "You look quite dashing." "You look stunning yourself," I replied honestly, and I watched as Bella's cheeks reddened. "Thanks," she uttered softly, slipping her feet into the heels and reaching for her small black purse that had been moved to the floor. "Are you ready?" "Yep," I answered, rocking back onto my heels, my hands in my pockets. "Do you think I need my nametag again?" Bella chuckled, and I delighted in the smile that appeared on her face. "No, I don't think so. Do you like people knowing that you're my bitch?" "Maybe I do" I replied jokingly. I took my wallet from the top of the dresser and slid it into my back pocket before we left. Bella once again insisted on driving, citing that she was the one who knew where Forks High School was located, so I was again sitting in the passenger's seat, looking through the window as we drove through the small town. "So we're going to prom?" I asked, making conversation as she drove. "That'll certainly bring us back to our high school days." Bella nodded. "How was your prom back in high school? Being from the L.A. area, I can imagine you probably had quite the set up. Yours probably wasn't in the school gym." I smiled. "No, you're right. I only attended my senior prom. It was at a country club and the theme was" I thought back, trying to remember, " Puttin' on the Ritz. That was it. It was all old Hollywood glamour. I remember getting a top hat to wear." Bella chortled. "I can see you wearing a top hat," she remarked. "Who'd you go with?" "My girlfriend at the time," I answered. "She went as Ginger Rogers. Honestly, she couldn't dance at all, though, which I found ironic." "Hey, don't make fun of people who can't dance!" Bella replied defensively. "I'm not the best dancer either. You'll probably find that out later tonight." "All you need is a good leader," I told her. "But this girl was really bad. Even I couldn't lead her without getting my feet stepped on."
Bella shook her head and laughed. "Poor girl." She flipped on the turn signal and turned off the main road onto a short drive that led to the high school. I spotted the sign welcoming me to Forks High School and then I saw the school building itself. I expected it to be small as Forks was a small town, but man, this was small! It was probably only a tenth of the size of my own former high school. There were a fair amount of cars in the parking lot, and Bella pulled into an open space. We unbuckled our seat belts and got out of the car into the chilly night. "Are you going to be warm enough?" I asked, looking at the fairly small dress that Bella wore. At least she had the pashmina to cover her bare arms. "I'll be fine, thanks," she replied, locking the car. "It's not like we're going to be outside all night." I followed her from the parking lot to the school building. "I think these doors should be unlocked," she mumbled to herself before pulling at the handle. She was right. It opened and I held the door ajar as she walked through. The inside of the high school was mostly dark with staggered florescent lights that were lighted as emergency lights. Blue-painted lockers lined each side of the wall and Bella's heels clicked against the linoleum tile on the floor. It smelt of cleaning products. "When was this place built?" I asked curiously. "In the fifties, I think," Bella replied absently, trailing her hand along the lockers. "God, I haven't been here in so long. It's weird." "A lot of memories?" I asked. Bella nodded silently in response, and I continued to follow her down the hallways. She seemed to know exactly where the gymnasium was located, and I could hear some music playing in the distance as we walked in that direction. We turned a corner and saw a couple who were necking against the lockers like they were sixteen years old again. They pulled away as they heard us approach, and I saw that it was Alice and Jasper. Alice looked sufficiently embarrassed at being caught, but Jasper looked like he could care less. I only wished I could do that with Bella right now without freaking her out even more. "Bella!" Alice chimed happily, approaching her high school friend. "I love the dress! You know how I feel about you wearing blue you always seem to wear blue for some reason but at least it's bright blue and not that midnight blue that you were so drawn to in high school. And it's not plain either! I definitely approve." She reached out and felt the fabric. "Ooh, is that real silk?" Bella laughed. "I'm glad you approve, Alice." She glanced down at her friend. "I like your dress too," she remarked, looking at the bright green strapless number that Alice wore. She glanced back over to Jasper. "Well, we'll let you continue." She then looked back up at me and took my hand in hers for the first time this evening. "Um, we don't need to continue," Alice replied awkwardly. "We'll join you." We walked through a set of double doors into the gymnasium. At least this building was the same size as I had expected. The bleachers had been pulled in to allow for more floor space, and there were circular tables and another table of catered food on the side. They must have spent a good deal of their budget on catering, I noticed. Most people
were already here, some dancing on the dance floor and some at the tables eating. Angela saw us enter and approached us alone, wearing a simple black dress. "I'm so glad you came, Bella," she said, placing her hand on Bella's arm. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show!" "We took a nap and overslept," Bella said in reply. She looked around at the blue streamers that hung everywhere and the blue and white balloons that had already started drifting up into the ceiling. "Good job decorating! It looks great!" Angela thanked her. "It's too bad we couldn't copy the decoration for the actual prom, though. Unfortunately that was way out of our budget. You'll just have to pretend that the stars and the moon are looking down on you this time," she told us happily. "What was your prom theme?" I asked curiously. "Dancing in the Moonlight," Angela replied promptly. "We had strings of white Christmas lights strung across the gym so that it looked like they were actual stars, and then there was a disco ball that I guess was supposed to be the moon." "Oh my God, Angela, is that Cher?" Alice asked suddenly. I was confused for a second before I heard the music and the words, 'Do you believe in life after love?' "Yes! Don't you remember how popular that song was back in the day? They played it at prom. I actually found a lot of the songs that were played. You'd be surprised how many people remember what songs they danced to at their prom, so after asking around, I came up with quite a number," Angela explained. "'Truly Madly Deeply' by Savage Garden is also on the playlist that the DJ has. Now that's a throwback to the nineties! That and 'I Don't Want to Miss a Thing' by Aerosmith!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bella's smile drop. She glanced around at the people who were present inside the gymnasium and the smile fell even further. "Come on, you guys can sit with us," Angela continued, gesturing for us to follow her further into the gym. Alice and Jasper followed her inside, and I started to accompany them, but Bella stood still, her hand still holding mine. "What's wrong?" I asked. She looked like she was going to have a panic attack. Her eyes were wide and her hand had turned clammy while her chest heaved. "I don't think I can do this," she said shakily. She quickly and suddenly pulled her hand out of mine and started walking backward. "Wait You can't do what?" I asked confusedly, but she had already turned around fully and escaped through the doors. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 15; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons haunt her? AH Complete.'; var categoryid = 2458; var cat_title = 'Twilight'; var datep = '08-26-09'; var dateu = '07-09-10'; var author = 'chels926'; function
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I already told you how close he was to my father, so that was how we met through our fathers. We started hanging out, then we started dating, and then we fell in love. I know I fell in love with him. He told me that he loved me, but I'm not even sure if that was true. I'm not really sure of anything anymore." I shook my head absently, looking down at my lap and picking at the chipped polish on my fingernails. "Well, we had been together for over a year when he made new friends and he started acting differently. It was frustrating for me as I still loved him, but he wasn't the same person I fell in love with. He suddenly had a temper, and he smoked and cursed frequently. It wasn't him, or so I thought," I explained, looking up to stare at the blue lockers across from me as I remembered that time of my life that I always tried so hard not to think about. "But then my senior prom came up. I had asked him to come with me a few weeks earlier since he was my boyfriend and I wanted to go to the prom with him, and he had agreed rather easily. He finally started acting nice again, and it was such a relief. I wasn't crying in bed at night wondering if I was doing something wrong or if he didn't love me anymore. I was truly happy again, and Alice and Angela had gotten me sufficiently excited for prom." I smiled, remembering how they made me watch all of these teen prom movies, like Footloose and Pretty in Pink, to persuade me to desire to attend the event. I was surprised that it had actually worked! "We went shopping for dresses and I found this very pretty silver dress that almost made me feel like a princess. It was strapless and puffed out at the bottom. Jake had rented a tuxedo and bought me this gorgeous rose corsage. There were six of us in our prom group. Alice had asked Tyler to accompany her as a friend since neither of them was dating anyone at the time, and Angela went with her then-boyfriend Eric. We all rode in Tyler's van up to Port Angeles for dinner and returned here for the prom. Like Angela described a few minutes ago, the dcor was awesome." I shrugged and re-crossed my legs, fingering the hem of my dress. "It was magical, and Jake was acting like a sweetheart, kissing me, holding my hand, dancing with me all that shit," I disclosed. "I was having a wonderful time, and someone spiked the punch. I think they caught Lauren doing it, actually, but that's beside the point. I could taste the vodka in it, but I shrugged it off. It was my prom night, I wasn't driving, and who can resist that tipsy feeling that makes you feel so great? It was getting towards the end of the night when my and Jake's song came on, and so he asked me dance. He led me onto the dance floor and pulled me into his arms as we swayed back and forth to the music." I paused and Edward used the moment to say something. "It doesn't sound like such a bad night," he remarked. "It's wasn't yet," I replied. "It was then, while we were dancing, that he told me that he had gotten a room for us at one of the motels in town, and he asked if I wanted go there with him afterward. The motel seems seedy talking about it now, but it really was the only place besides maybe the car where we could have gotten more intimate. Both of our fathers were at our houses, and there was no way we could have gotten away with anything in our own bedrooms that night. "You have to understand that I was still a virgin and wanted to remain one until I got into college at least, but Jake had been pushing the limits on that for months," I explained, resting my head back against the lockers, trying not to feel embarrassed that I was talking about my former sex life with Edward. "He kept accusing me of not loving him, and whenever I would tell him that I did love him, he wondered why I couldn't show that
to him physically. Of course I loved him, so I started questioning it myself. In the months prior, we progressed further and further in, uh, that department, but I still hadn't let him, you know, go all the way. "But that night, I said yes. To hell with it, I thought. If I loved Jake, then I needed to show him that I loved him. I actually think I was partially afraid that that was the only way I was going to keep him. So I said goodnight to Alice and Angela, and I asked if Alice would cover for me with her parents and my father. I was supposed to be spending the night at her house that night, so Charlie wouldn't have needed to see me unless something went wrong, but I never knew if something would come up. Alice agreed to cover for me if needed, seeing that I was leaving with Jacob. "He had left his car over at the school before we left for Port Angeles that afternoon so that we could leave the prom whenever we wanted and not have to wait for the whole group. Jake drove us over to the motel, and I followed him up to the room, so scared that someone was going to see me, like a cop would be in the parking lot, recognize me, and tell my father. It was stupid, but I was worried about it." I laughed nervously, wringing my hands in my lap. "We got the hotel, and um, you know how that goes one thing leads to another and suddenly I had just given away something that I can never take back. It was less than enjoyable. It hurt, obviously, but he really didn't make an effort for me to enjoy any of it. Any and all foreplay was pretty much skipped, and I guess the one positive thing was that the horrible experience lasted for only two minutes at the most. Afterward, he collapsed onto the bed beside me and simply passed out. It definitely was not the night of 'love making' that I had envisioned. "I remember changing back into my underwear and curling up onto the bed, crying for what seemed like hours. I didn't want to call Alice or Angela and definitely not Charlie. I probably could have walked home, but it was in the early hours of the morning and all I had was my prom dress to wear, which, despite Forks being a small town, still would have been sketchy. Besides, then my father would have definitely known that something was wrong and that I had lied about staying the night with Alice. So I stayed in bed, figuring that I would just wait until morning when Jake woke back up and I'd get him to drop me off back at home." I lolled my head against the lockers, closing my eyes as my heart broke all over again. "I felt so used and broken. I definitely regretted going to the motel, but there was nothing I could do to change things. I finally fell asleep for a few hours until Jake woke me up, wanting to do it again, the horny bastard. But I didn't want to, not after the way he had acted earlier. So I pushed him away, telling him that I wasn't going to do it again, not that night or anytime in the near future. You can imagine how he might have responded to this." "Please tell me he didn't force himself on you," Edward cut in heatedly. I shook my head. "No, no. He's not that awful. He knows when 'no' means 'no', but he was still very angry about it. He started yelling at me about how I didn't appreciate him or understand him and how he could do so much better than me. He said that I was acting like a child and that he needed someone more mature, which I still find ironic considering he is younger than me and was acting very much like a hormonal teenager at the time. He basically gave me an ultimatum. He said that if I loved him, then I wouldn't say no to him, and that if I didn't love him, then he didn't want to waste his time with me anymore, like he had for over a year now Those were his exact words. "I wish I could say that I was strong, cool, and collected, but I wasn't. I was bawling,
sitting on the bed with my knees tucked into my chest. It was a very heart-wrenching experience. But I still had a decision to make, and watching Jacob glare at me from across the room, I finally realized that I didn't love him. I had loved a version of him, but not the person he had become. And I knew that by putting me in that situation, he didn't love me at all. "So I stood up, pulled my prom dress on and zipped it partially up by myself, and told Jake to get dressed and drive me to Alice's house. I told him that I didn't love him and that I didn't want him in my life anymore. He was really surprised by my response. I'm pretty sure that, in his mind, he was certain that I would give in and reassure him that I loved him like I had done so many times in the past few months. I was afraid that he would refuse to drive me, so I also threatened that if he didn't drive me to Alice's that I would tell Charlie about everything, including the part about him drinking and driving earlier in the night. "So Jake did as I said. He put on the tux and drove me to Alice's house in silence. He dropped me off, and I told him that I didn't want to see him at my house anymore, and if Charlie ever invited him over to make up an excuse to not be there. It didn't exactly work, but I tried. I woke Alice up by knocking on her window, she and Angela snuck me inside the house, and I told them what I just told you, but in less detail. And that was the last time I actually explained what happened that prom night," I concluded. "Now you partially know why I hate seeing Jake, especially in this school with fucking prom dcor everywhere. I don't think Angela realized it, but she basically recreated my worst nightmare by planning this prom thing." I said nothing, waiting to see how Edward would respond. I really couldn't be sure what he was going to do at all. He, too, was silent for a minute before he simply said, "Thank you for sharing that with me." I shrugged and laughed feebly. "Well, you deserved to know. I've been acting like a crazy, emotional woman all day, and I'm sure you've been wondering why. I promise I'm not always like this," I assured him with a small smile. "But anyway, now you understand why I can't go in there. I tried earlier, but it's obvious that I just can't deal with it. I'm weak." "Bella, look at me," Edward said, taking my hand so that I could feel his warm, strong grasp. I hesitantly turned so that I saw his face for the first time since I began my story. "You are a strong woman. It seems like you've already survived the worst of it in high school. I think that if you were weak, then you wouldn't be here at all you would be in L.A. doing whatever it is that you normally do on a Saturday night. You've already shown your strength by returning, despite bad high school experiences and a not-so-great relationship with your father. So if you ask me, I think you're more than capable of dealing with it. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I nodded. As always, Edward was right. It wasn't going to make it going in there much easier though. But I had support Edward, Alice, Angela, and their significant others. I could still enjoy myself, and to be honest, it already felt as though a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders by telling Edward about what had happened. "So do you want to leave or do you want to go back inside?" Edward asked. "It's your decision, so I'll go where you go, no questions asked." I took another deep breath while making my decision. "We should probably go back inside," I told him. "Alice and Angela would be disappointed if I skipped out on the evening." Edward shook his head. "Forget about what other people want you to do. You need to decide for yourself if you want to return."
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"Thank you," they both replied happily before returning to their meal. I set my clutch purse onto my seat and turned to Edward. "Let's eat," I suggested quietly. Just smelling the food was making me salivate in anticipation. I had barely eaten anything all day and now I was ravenous. Edward nodded and took off his black suit jacket, draping it over the back of the chair. As we began walking toward the tables on which the catered food was set, he placed his hand upon the small of my back and I really had to control myself so that I didn't attack him like I had at the beach earlier in the day. Just that one singular touch had me fantasizing about how his hands would feel on every single part of my body. If I wasn't careful, my emotions were going to start running the show, and I did not want that. As we approached the buffet, my stomach growled loudly and I placed a hand over my stomach in a vain attempt to silence it. "I'm starving," I remarked to Edward. "Well you barely ate lunch," he replied. "That doesn't surprise me." The buffet tonight was definitely a step up from the one that was served at lunch. There were no plastic dishes and various sandwiches. This time we had real ceramic plates and a choice between grilled chicken breasts and grilled salmon filets for the main entre. Both looked delicious and I couldn't decide between the two, so I placed small portions of both onto my plate as I made my way down the line. I heard Edward chuckle behind me. "It's good to know that you actually have a healthy appetite," he remarked, looking at my plate. "I think this is going to be the most I've ever seen you eat." "You saw me eat breakfast this morning," I replied while scooping some salad onto my plate as well. "A cup of yogurt and an apple is hardly considered eating," I heard Edward say in response. I laughed. "Well now you know that I am not anorexic, nor will I ever be," I said, turning around to face him. "I like food too much." Edward grinned. "I'm so glad." I glanced down at his plate and saw only chicken. "Do you not like fish?" I asked curiously. He shrugged. "I like fish. I just chose between the two like we were supposed to do," he joked, looking at my plate pointedly. "Way to hog the food, Bella." I scoffed playfully. "One minute I'm anorexic and the next I'm gluttonous?" "I'm just joking," Edward told me while laughing and shaking his head. I smiled. "I know." We finished filling our plate of food and retrieved drinks from a make-shift bar. I wasn't sure how Angela managed to get permission to serve alcohol on the premises of a high school. Apparently she could get anything done. I asked for a glass of red wine and Edward received a can of Rainier when he had asked for a beer.
As we made our way back to the table, I couldn't help but steal a glance toward where I had seen Jacob and Lauren sitting when I had first entered the gymnasium. I was hoping my glance would go unnoticed, but Jacob had been watching me as well and unfortunately, we made eye contact. I quickly looked away, embarrassed to be caught looking at him. I didn't want him to think that I was thinking about him, even if it were true. I despised him. Thankfully, as we rejoined our friends and savored our dinner, I was able to forget about the scoundrel sitting on the other side of the room. Eric and Alex asked how Ben and Angela had met, which turned out to be during a business graduate school class that they had taken together in Portland, and they proceeded to ask Edward and me the same question, so I gave them a quick, Cliff Notes version of what Edward and I had told Alice, Jasper, Caroline, Tanner, and Leah at the bonfire earlier. I had a lot of fun catching up. We talked about our high school days, but they were all good memories, like the homecoming bonfire that we had on the beach one year and the time Eric had convinced Mike to go cliff diving in La Push but he chickened out right before he was supposed to jump. The good memories still weren't enough to make me want to return to high school, but it did remind me of some of the better times that I had experienced as a teenager. We had finished eating and were listening to some of Alice's New York adventures when, from the corner of my eye, I saw Edward turn to me. "Do you care to dance?" he asked, gesturing to the dance floor behind us. There were already numerous couples slow-dancing to a Celine Dion song. I sort of didn't want to dance, but I figured that dancing to a slow song would be much less awkward than dancing to, say, Madonna's "Ray of Light." And I did want to dance with Edward. "Sure," I agreed, pushing backward in my chair so that I could stand up. Edward and I walked past a couple of tables and onto the dance floor. "Um, remember what I told you in the car about me not being a good dancer," I reminded him nervously. "Your feet might hate me in a few minutes." "And remember that I told you that all you needed was a decent leader," Edward replied. He took one of my hands into his and placed the other on my lower back while I placed my other hand on his shoulder. As we started to dance, I looked down at my feet, trying not to step on Edward's. I didn't want to hurt him in any way. I heard him chuckle and I looked up. "You don't need to worry about my feet," he said amusedly. "We're swaying. I'm not going to start waltzing with you. Besides, I would much rather look at your face than at the top of your head." I smirked. "Sorry." As we started dancing correctly, without me looking down at my feet, the song changed and Pearl Jam's cover of "Last Kiss" played over the speakers. I absolutely loved this song, and in the moment, I loved dancing to it with Edward. "How are you doing?" he whispered a couple of minutes later. "No more panic attacks?" I smiled. "I'm fine," I assured him. "No more panic attacks, I don't think." "So I guess I should stay on my guard, just in case."
I chuckled. "Yeah, maybe," I admitted. "Sorry for the craziness of everything this weekend. And it's not even over yet." Edward laughed. "At this rate, I'm waiting for a smack-down or finding out that you have an illegitimate child. Are you sure this isn't a reality show or a soap opera?" He looked around as if he were searching for hidden cameras. "You mean you haven't figured out that you're on a television show like 'Punk'd' yet?" I joked. I watched Edward smirk but he said nothing in return. Instead, we simply danced in silence for the remainder of the song. After staring at his neck for a couple of minutes, I ventured a look at his face. His lips were pursed and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed as if he were thinking about something. "What are you thinking about?" I asked curiously, surprising Edward by breaking our silence. "I've been meaning to ask you about something, but there hasn't been a good time to talk about it, and I was deciding whether or not to bring it up right now," he explained. "And since I've told you this, I guess I'll bring it up" I chuckled. "Alright. What is it?" He pursed his lips once more before meeting my gaze. "You said that you liked me but that you were scared," he said. Looking into his green eyes, I could see the confusion in them. "I guess you could say that I don't understand. What are you scared of?" I sighed and looked back down at the ground. "I don't know." "What do you mean, you don't know?" he asked exasperatedly. I stiffened defensively and stopped dancing, bringing my hand from his shoulder to my side. "I don't know, Edward, alright? I can't explain it so I don't understand what you want me to say." Edward looked taken aback by my response. "I didn't mean for you to get all defensive about it. I'm sorry," he told me. "I shouldn't have brought it up." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "No, it's fine," I replied, trying to relax again. I returned my hand to his shoulder and resumed swaying to the song. "You have a right to ask about since it does concern you." I bit my lip, figuring out something to say. "It's just not easy for me to get into relationships and then maintain them. I've had boyfriends since, uh, Jake, but they were casual and I didn't have intense feelings of attraction for them like I often do with you," I admitted. "I don't know if that made any sense, but all I can tell you is that I do like you, I am attracted to you, but I can only take this one day at a time." Edward nodded, and I couldn't tell exactly what he thought about my confession. "Alright. We'll see what happens," he said, looking hopeful. "I'll take that for now." "Thank you," I whispered gratefully. I removed my hand from his and wrapped both of my arms around his neck instead, stepping forward so that I could rest my head upon his shoulder. I felt both of Edward's arms wrap around my waist, and I relaxed into his embrace.
We danced until the DJ switched from slower songs to a fast hip-hop song, and I really didn't want to dance to it. We returned to the table, but everyone else was still on the dance floor or at other tables catching up with former classmates. I took a seat, ready to rest my feet that were already becoming sore, but Edward continued to stand. "I'm going to find the restroom," he informed me. "Can you fend for yourself for a few minutes?" I chuckled. "I think I can manage," I told him. "And the restrooms are right down the hall to your left." "Thanks," he replied. "I'll be back." As he left, I reached for my purse and pulled out my cell phone. I had kept it on silent all evening as I didn't want any distractions, but I noticed that I had a missed call and a voicemail message. I checked it and saw that it was one of my bosses from work, wondering why I wasn't answering my phone. I oftentimes worked over the weekend back in Los Angeles, so I wasn't surprised that I was being contacted for work reasons. However, I chose not to call him back. I wasn't obligated to work on the weekends and what he was inquiring about could wait until Monday. I was just putting my phone away and sipping at wine remaining in my glass when I heard the song "Truly, Madly, Deeply" by Savage Garden come over the speakers. I cringed. This was my and Jacob's song when we were together, and I really hated hearing it. Whenever I was driving and it came on the radio, I automatically changed the station, and if I was grocery shopping and it played over the speakers, I always found someone to call on my phone. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It was only a song, I reminded myself. I was determined to get over my anxieties about my past with Jacob, so I thought to Edward instead. However, I was pulled from those thoughts almost immediately. "Bella, can I have this dance?" I heard Jacob's distinctive voice. I opened my eyes in surprise and horror and simply stared at him. Why would he want to dance with me unless it was to torture me? And why would he even think that I would say yes? "I'm not going to bite," he said jokingly, flashing that white smile at me. "Come on, for old time's sake. You can't tell me that you've forgotten that this was our song way back when." Seeing that I wasn't going to bite the bait, he switched strategies. "I want to talk to you about Charlie." I remembered Caroline's remarks at lunch and Charlie's evasion on the subject of his health, and the feeling of unease and worry in the pit of my stomach returned. "What about him?" "Dance with me and I'll tell you," he said, holding out his hand. I glanced at it suspiciously, but decided to take it. It was just one dance, I convinced myself. He couldn't do much harm out there on a dance floor surrounded by everyone else, and I really needed to hear what Jacob had to say about Charlie. Still glaring at him, I placed my hand into his and stood up, allowing Jacob to lead me out onto the dance floor. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT
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absolutely blames me for the dissolution of your previous engagement. And the worst part is that he's right! He is wrong in thinking that you're perfect and blameless, though." Jacob looked down at me and, surprisingly, nodded soberly. "You're right. It is my fault that things didn't work out with Vanessa," he admitted. "I actually do, um, want to apologize to you about that" I gasped in astonishment. "You're apologizing? I never thought I'd see the day." Jacob rolled his eyes, but nodded. "I should have told you about her," he confessed uncomfortably. "It was a douchey move on my part." I laughed shortly. "It wasn't your only one," I made sure to remind him. "But I'm glad you've realized that it was."
EPOV I really didn't want to leave Bella's side, but unfortunately, nature calls. I excused myself and visited the men's room, all the while thinking of Bella. Talk about a dramatic high school experience. I mean, sure, the drama between her and her ex seemed tame compared to the plots of some movies and television dramas, but real life usually isn't that bad. I know that nothing memorable had happened during my own high school career to make me either love it or hate it. When Bella had finally shared with me why she was so freaked out about the prom throwback, I had to admit that I was initially angry. There were a couple of minutes that I seriously debated rushing back into that gymnasium and punching the lights out of Jacob Black. But I knew that would only make the situation worse for Bella. The past was the past, and she seemed to realize that it was time to move on and let it go. When we had returned to the dance, she started acting normal again, which was quite a relief, to be honest. It was nice seeing how she acted when she wasn't worried or sad or angry. It made me think that maybe this was what it would be like to spend time with her outside of this weekend. I enjoyed listening to her tease me about my food choices and catch up with her old high school friends. I enjoyed watching her blush in embarrassment as I tried to get her to relax while dancing, and I definitely enjoyed feeling the slight curvature of her waist and the warmth of her body when I wrapped my arms around her as we danced. I was hooked. I was like an addict who had finally found the perfect hit. I washed my hands and looked into the mirror to make sure my hair was still styled decently before I left the restroom and walked back down the empty hallway toward the gymnasium. I entered the large room and heard a vaguely-familiar love song playing through the speakers. I glanced over to the table where I had left Bella, and my eyebrows furrowed when I didn't see her there. Maybe she went to talk to some more of her friends, I thought as my eyes scanned over the tables and the people that sat at them. But I still didn't see her.
I was halfway toward the dance floor when I spotted her dancing with Jacob. My first reaction was one of jealousy. I was her fake boyfriend, God damn it. I was the only one who was supposed to dance with her tonight. As far as everyone else knew, she was taken. But then it turned into one of confusion and bewilderment. I knew that Jacob wasn't my competition. Bella had already vented to me on numerous occasions about how much she disliked her ex-boyfriend, and I didn't think she was as fickle as to hate him one minute and then fall in love with him again the next. But that still didn't explain why she would ever agree to dance with him. I had stopped in my tracks when I noticed them, and now as I stood, I surveyed them more carefully. Bella certainly didn't look happy to be dancing with him, but he didn't seem to be forcing her to be there either. In fact, it looked like they were having a heated discussion about something. I was conflicted. Should I go cut in and save Bella from whatever argument that she was having with Jacob, or should I let her fight her own battle? In the end, I decided on the latter. She really needed to get over what happened back in high school, and if this was how she was going to accomplish that, then I wasn't going to get in her way. I walked over to the makeshift bar and got another beer, turning back to face the dance floor. I wasn't going to intercede. Bella was a grown woman and I was pretty sure she could handle herself. Still, I was going to keep my eyes on them. Although I trusted Bella, I did not trust Jacob.
BPOV I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to get rid of the anger that had been building inside of me. I could have continued berating him over things that had occurred in our past, but Jacob still hadn't fully answered my initial inquiry into my father's health. "So what's wrong with Charlie? My threat still stands. If I find out that you're lying or even exaggerating, I will make you pay." Jacob tilted his head to the side slightly before he answered and winced. "He doesn't want me to tell you. But despite your differences with him, and with me, I think you have a right to know," he told me in a seemingly-honest way. I couldn't help but remain suspicious, however. "You're going over there tomorrow, right? Just make sure to pressure him into telling you what's going on. I would tell you, but it's not my place. It's his." I narrowed my eyes as my heartbeat accelerated in concern. "If nothing is wrong with him, I will kill you," I warned him once again. "Wow, we went from castration to murder?" he asked jokingly. "I think I'd rather take the latter, if you don't mind." I rolled my eyes. "You would," I muttered. "So that's all? Make sure to get Charlie to tell me what's wrong tomorrow? Why do you even care?" "Bella, I am as close to Charlie now as I was back when I was a kid, if not more so. He is a second father to me, especially since my sisters left and it was just me and my dad," Jacob explained. "And I also know that Charlie is just as stubborn as you are. He doesn't
want anyone worrying about him and being needlessly involved in his life." I sighed and shook my head. "That sounds like Charlie." "And it sounds like you. The apple didn't fall far from the tree," Jacob countered. "But I know that deep down, although he doesn't show it or admit it, he does care about you. And considering you were willing to dance with me just to get information on Charlie, I'm guessing that you care about him more than you let on, too. He needs you to be there for him right now, and you can't do that if you're left in the dark about what's going on." "Way to be vague," I grumbled. "Fine. I guess I'll find out tomorrow." I sighed and stopped dancing. "Thank you, Jacob, for informing me of this." I pulled my hands away from him and prepared to leave the dance floor. I had my information there was no reason to continue dancing with Jacob. But he grabbed my hands. "Come on, Bella. The song isn't even over yet," he said with an innocent-looking smile. "I've already proven that I'm not going to bite you. And I'm not going to seduce you either, if that's what you're worried about. Unless you want me to" I scowled. "I wasn't worried about that, actually," I retorted exasperatedly. "And why is this song taking so damn long to end? It's supposed to be a four-minute song. This DJ is trying to kill me slowly" "Melodramatic much?" Jacob asked, still not letting go of my hands. Unfortunately, he had quite a strong grip so that I couldn't pry my hands out. "Come on, Bella. I got us a motel room." I could tell that he was just teasing me, but I didn't think it was funny at all. "Do you get off on torturing me?" I asked angrily. "Why can't you just stay nice? Or just stay mean? But no, you have to be all apologetic and caring about Charlie and whatever the hell's going on with him, and then you turn into an asshole again. You won't free my hands to let me leave and you bring up that prom night again. Can't you at least be consistent?" Jacob stayed silent, looking over my head and not into my eyes. I didn't know if he was ignoring me or if he just wanted me to think that he didn't care. Either way, he wasn't responding. "What the hell happened to you?" I continued. "You were so nice at one time. You were my best friend, Jake. And then you changed into this person that I don't even know. I was even in a serious relationship with you and I still didn't know who you were. You can still be that nice, charming boy that I met I have seen it but I can't decipher which 'you' is the faade and which one is real." I stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. I had wanted to tell him that for almost eleven years, and I had never gotten the chance until now. It felt good, to be honest. After a moment of silence, Jacob looked back down at me, but anger filled his eyes. "I am who I am," he stated strongly. "You're right in that I'm not the same kid you met when you first moved here, when we first started dating. But it's only your opinion that seventeen-year-old me was a better version of who I am right now. And that is why we didn't work out, Bella. You kept holding on to an outdated version that frankly wasn't that great to begin with. People change I changed and you couldn't handle it. Instead, you judged me for it." "You're right in that people do change, sometimes for the better, but you changed for
the worse in at least one way. You became cruel," I explained angrily. "You lied and told everyone that I was cheating on you with Tyler and you even let Charlie believe it. That was malicious." I heard the song end and my patience was gone. I yanked my arm up suddenly, hoping to surprise Jacob, but his grip was still tight. "Let me go, now, or I'll make a scene." Jacob laughed. "Go ahead and make one," he replied. I took a deep breath and prepared to either knee him in the crotch or shout something at him, but suddenly his hands released mine and my arms dropped to my side. "Is there a problem here?" I heard Edward ask from behind. I closed my eyes and sighed in relief as I felt his reassuring touch on my shoulder. "We were just catching up," Jacob told him quickly. He started walking away, but then he turned back. "Bella, remember what I said about Charlie. I might be the asshole you think I am, but you have to believe me when it comes to him. I'm being sincere." I nodded impatiently. "Okay, okay," I told him before Jacob finally left and disappeared from my sight. I turned to Edward and threw my arms around him. "That was the longest song and dance of my life," I said with only a bit of exaggeration. "Thank God you're back. I really did miss you," I admitted. I closed my eyes and rested my head on Edward's shoulder, smelling the faint scent of laundry detergent and hotel soap that emanated from his body. Right here, this was where I wanted to be right now. It was the only time I felt completely comfortable this entire weekend.
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I honestly didn't mind leaving one bit. It wasn't even ten o'clock, and with the nap we had taken in the afternoon, neither of us were tired enough to sleep yet. This would mean that I could finally spend some more quality time with Bella without putting up a front to the rest of the outside world. We were walking back side by side, and we were almost to the table when I noticed Bella stop abruptly. I turned and saw an angry-looking Alice with her hand on Bella's arm. "Bella, we need to talk," she said quietly yet forcefully. Jasper was standing several feet behind her, looking on confusedly. His expression probably matched my own. Bella glanced up at me warily before turning her eyes back to Alice. "What's wrong?" she asked curiously. But from the look on her face, I could tell that Bella knew just what Alice was talking about. She looked like a little girl who had just been caught with her hand inside the cookie jar. "You know exactly what's wrong," Alice countered angrily. "I hope you didn't think that what happened between you and Jacob on the dance floor stayed between you and Jacob. More than a few people overhead you two, but I'm the only one who actually cares." This sounded like something that should be left between Alice and Bella, so I nodded my head back over to Jasper. "I'll let you two talk," I remarked awkwardly. "I'll go talk to Jasper" But Alice apparently wasn't going to have that. "No," she demanded. "Edward, do you know what happened between Bella and Jacob five years ago that had something to do with them hooking up?" She looked at me curiously, and seeing the look of complete surprise on my face, she glanced back over to Bella. "Looks like you've been keeping secrets again." I watched Bella's face redden as she found something enthralling that was going on near her shoes. Of course this revelation caught me completely off guard. Never had Bella mentioned getting together with Jacob Black again, but then again, she was the secretive type. I wasn't sure what to entirely think of it, but it did concern me. If Bella was willing to give the jerk a second chance, what was stopping her from giving him a third chance? What hold did he still have on her? Bella finally looked up with her eyes narrowed. "It's none of your business," she told Alice. Alice looked at her incredulously, her jaw dropped. "Like hell it isn't! We're best friends, Bella, or at least we were at one point in time. You had to deal with Jacob back in high school, but so did I. Who else talked to you on the phone for hours at a time when you were crying about Jacob? Who else comforted you for like an entire month after you two broke up? Who else had to work to dispel those goddamn rumors that floated around afterward? Who else drove over to La Push and threatened that scumbag within an inch of his life if he ever pulled that shit again which I actually hadn't told you about until now" She glanced down at her feet uncomfortably before looking up at Bella again. "I guess Angela would be that other person, and I'm sure if she weren't busy with so many of her responsibilities and had heard what I overheard, then she'd be here right beside me." Bella continued to watch her, speechless, so Alice took a deep breath to calm herself down before continuing. "Bella, I know you. Do you remember how long it took for you to finally open up to me so that we could become close friends? Please don't shut me out again," Alice pleaded with
her. "And I'm not going to allow you to do that with Edward." Her eyes darted to mine for only a second. "If something happened, you've got to tell him. As your boyfriend and someone you're obviously crazy about, he deserves to know, even if you won't tell me." She didn't look happy about it, but after a number of seconds, Bella looked as though she had finally given in. "Jesus Christ, this might as well be 'Bella Is Forced to Share All of Her Secrets' Day," she remarked with pursed lips. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, though, do I?" She gestured to the table. "Take a seat." I followed Alice and took a seat at the table, Bella sitting in the middle and still looking quite pissed off. I wondered if I should tell her that she didn't have to share anything she didn't want to (it sounded like something that I should say), but I really did want to know, and Alice obviously wasn't going to let Bella off the hook without an explanation. And if I didn't find out what had happened, I would probably just assume the worst, and the worst would be that, despite their differences, Bella and Jacob were still in love with each other "There was an incident five years ago with Jacob," Bella started to explain, keeping her voice surprisingly cool and collected. "I wouldn't use the term 'hooked up' as you so accused." She glanced at Alice. "You make me sound like a floozy" "I didn't mean that," Alice defended herself quickly. "I know," she assured her friend. "So I know I already told Edward, but did you know that I visited Forks a few months after I had graduated from Stanford?" Alice shook her head. "I thought this was your first time back." "No, this is my second time I had just started working at the publishing company, I was sent to Seattle for a conference, and I decided to drive to Forks to finally see Charlie. After four years of not seeing him and talking to him only a handful of times, I was feeling pretty guilty. I had finally stopped blaming him for taking Jacob's side, but I had never actually told him that. We needed to talk, I knew, so even though I cringed at the thought of returning to Forks, I went anyway." "And?" Alice asked anxiously. "Patience, Alice," Bella chided her. "So I knew Charlie would be home because he's always home on Sunday afternoons. I parked my rental car in the driveway, walked up to the front porch, and knocked on the door. Charlie answered to door, and needless to say, he was surprised. He invited me inside and I was starting to tell him about my new job and the Seattle conference when I noticed Jacob in the house, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was, as usual, eating." Alice scowled. "He should be obese the way he eats," she muttered quietly. "I wish I had his metabolism" "Tell me about it," Bella remarked before continuing. "I really wanted to leave immediately considering how Jacob and I ended things years earlier, but Charlie begged me not to leave. Jacob even told me that he would stay out of my way. He was spending the afternoon with Charlie to keep him company, but he would stay in the kitchen while I was here, he said. "I sat down with Charlie in the living room and watched the Seahawks game with him for a while in silence. It was awkward, but I really wasn't expecting anything less. During half
time, though, Charlie muted the game and we made small talk. He hadn't been able to come down for my college graduation months earlier, so I told him about that and how Renee and Phil were doing. He talked about new developments in Forks, how Billy was doing, et cetera. Both of us were too chicken to dig deeper into the issues between us, so they were never resolved. "Eventually, I did become thirsty and I offered to get Charlie another beer, so I went into the kitchen, where Jacob sat, pouring over some schoolwork. He was taking some classes at the community college at the time. I was planning on simply ignoring him, but then he suddenly and seemingly-sincerely apologized. He asked me to sit and talk with him, and caught completely off-guard by his behavior, I did. "He apologized for what happened at prom and for spreading those rumors, explaining that it was a difficult time for him and that he had been going through some issues. He was acting really nice, so nice that we continued talking for another couple of hours. But I had to drive back to Seattle to catch my flight to L.A., so I had to leave. Before I left, he asked if he could call me, and I agreed, giving him my new number before saying another goodbye to Charlie." "I don't understand," Alice interjected. "You just talked? How did that break up any engagement?" Once again, confusion clouded my face. What engagement? Bella ignored her and continued. "He continued calling me after I got back to L.A. We talked for hours at a time about four times a week for almost five months. I had already forgiven him for what happened during high school, and now I was falling for him again. He seemed like a changed man. Eventually, Jacob asked if he could come down to L.A. to visit me, and I acquiesced. "He flew in on Saturday morning to leave on Sunday afternoon. He got a hotel room and rental car for himself. We went to lunch, and I showed him around L.A. and gave him a corny 'Stars of Hollywood' tour. Later that night, he picked me up at my place and took me out to a fancy dinner and then drinks. It was honestly one of the best dates I've ever been on. So when he dropped me off, I invited him inside and one thing led to another." Bella glanced over at me and then blushed. "You know what I mean." Her voice then dropped to an embarrassed whisper. "And to his credit, it was spectacular." "T.M.I.," Alice stated with wide eyes. "You could have left that out." I had to wholeheartedly agree with her. Bella scowled angrily. "It was great, and when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. I checked the rest of my apartment, I called his cell phone which was never answered, and I called the hotel only to hear that he had checked out early. Needless to say, I was hurt, but I continued to cling onto the hope that there was an emergency and simply a lot of miscommunication. I waited for days for a phone call, and after those days turned into a couple of weeks, I did the only thing I could think of at the time I called Charlie. "I asked him if he had heard from Jake recently, and of course he had. I asked if he had said anything about his weekend in L.A., and that was when Charlie became angry. He started going off about someone called Vanessa and something about a canceled wedding. I was utterly confused and thus asked for clarification. So Charlie informed me of Jacob's fiance of almost a year, Vanessa. Apparently, she had been suspicious for months that Jacob was seeing someone else, and after he completely disappeared for a
weekend, she had had enough and broke off the engagement. Charlie was smart enough to put two and two together, and I was suddenly 'the other woman.' He went off on me for ten minutes about the importance of fidelity, and the worst part was that I couldn't say that I hadn't done anything." "Douche bag!" Alice cursed strongly. "Whoever Vanessa is, she should thank you for saving her." "After I found out that I was unwittingly involved in an affair, I obviously didn't want to tell anyone, which is why neither you nor Angela heard anything from me about it. And I wasn't going to tell you, Edward" Bella drifted off, looking at me embarrassedly. "You're probably thinking that I'm an awful person I'm not, I promise. It wasn't my fault." She looked genuinely worried that I thought ill of her, so I looked at her in surprise. "I never thought you were," I assured her. "The guy's a cheating asshole and you didn't know it." "Can I please go kick him in the balls or punch him?" Alice asked in an odd mixture of anger and excitement. I watched her fists clenched on top of the table. I bit back a laugh at her enthusiasm. "If anyone gets to punch him, I think it should be me," I opined. Maybe I'd finally get my chance But Bella shook her head vehemently. "Neither of you are doing any such thing," she demanded. "If anyone deserves to do it, it's me, and I'm trying to get past it. I'm trying to just let it go." "Fine," Alice muttered with a pout before sighing and glancing behind her. Jasper was still standing further back, making small talk with Mike. She turned back to Bella and pushed her chair out, getting ready to leave. "Thanks for sharing, Bella. Maybe it wasn't any of my business, but I still stand by the belief that Edward needed to know in order for you to maintain a healthy relationship, one built on trust and honesty, one that will last a lifetime." Bella gave me a fleeting look, and I watched her cheeks redden beautifully at Alice's parting words. "Well, I should leave you two alone," Alice continued, standing up from her chair. "Are you guys planning on sticking around?" Bella shook her head. "No, I think we're going to leave," she told her friend. "I'll still see you tomorrow, right?" "Of course," Alice replied, placing her hand on Bella's shoulder. "Well, you two have a good night." She gave me a wink that Bella couldn't see. "Thanks, you too," Bella responded, fiddling with the clasp on her clutch purse. Alice finally left and returned to Jasper, whispering something to him and shaking her head. I took a deep breath and pushed my chair back. "Are you ready to leave?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Please get me the hell out of here," Bella answered promptly, standing from her chair and grabbing her pashmina and purse from the table. I took my jacket from the back of my chair and put it back on before following Bella out of
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BPOV I was exhausted. Not the kind of exhausted where I was about to fall asleep at any given moment, but the kind of exhausted where I just wanted to sit down, put my feet up, and do something mindless, like watching television, surfing the web, or reading an easy book, for a few hours. I should have felt a multitude of emotions annoyance at Alice, exasperation at Jacob, concern for Charlie but I had gotten to the point where I just didn't care anymore. Metaphorically, my arms were raised in surrender after the tumultuous day that had just passed. Edward drove us back to the hotel, and I accompanied him up to the room that we would share together for one more night. So much had changed in one day. When I had entered the hotel room with Edward at four o'clock in the morning, yes, I was a bit nervous that I was sharing a room and a bed with him, but for the most part, I wasn't concerned. At that point, I was still telling myself that this entire weekend was simply a business transaction and a very kind favor given by a coincidentally-gorgeous stranger. But now I was falling for him, and that changed everything. "I'm so glad I can finally take off these heels," I remarked as we entered the room, and I kicked off the shoes so that they landed next to the bed. I put my purse and pashmina down onto the bed before raising my arms up into the air and stretching. I watched as Edward walked to the other side of the room, took off his suit jacket, and pulled his wallet and the car keys out his pocket, placing them onto the desk. Dear God, he was attractive. The direction in which he was looking gave me the perfect view of his sharp jaw line and some of the five o'clock shadow that had started to show. He was tall and of the perfect build. His bronze hair that he had tried to tame earlier in the evening had gone into disarray again, and I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers through those strands. Before he could catch me staring and lusting after him, I turned away to my suitcase, squatting down to dig for my pajamas that I had packed. This morning, I had worn my pajama pants and an old t-shirt to bed, not exactly caring what I looked like. Now, I wish that I had packed some other sort of sleepwear. I didn't want anything risqu, but I wanted something that looked less like I was attending a teenage sleepover. I grabbed the striped pajama bottoms those couldn't be replaced with anything but panties and I didn't want to go that far but instead of the old t-shirt, I reached for a white lace-trimmed camisole that I had packed at the last minute to wear underneath a sweater. It would be a step up, at least. Without saying a word to Edward, I took my clothes and walked into the bathroom,
flipping on the florescent light and closing the door behind me. I looked into the mirror to check my appearance. I hadn't seen my reflection in hours and I was almost afraid that my hair was a mess and that my eye makeup was completely smeared. But I shouldn't have worried; I still looked decent. I unzipped my blue cocktail dress and shimmied out of it before hanging it on the hanger that I had earlier left on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. I pulled on the pajama bottoms and the camisole, and I briefly wondered if I should leave on the strapless bra that I was still wearing. I never slept while wearing a bra, but I usually slept alone, and although the camisole had built-in support, it wasn't exactly modest. I looked at myself in the mirror and pondered it for nearly half a minute before I reached behind and took it off. It wasn't as though my fairly-small breasts needed the extra support, and if Edward noticed, well, then it was all for the better, wasn't it? Not that I was trying to seduce him or anything While I was still in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and even took the time to floss. My minty fresh breath tasted a lot better than that from the cheap wine I had sipped earlier tonight. Now I wouldn't be so self-conscious if Edward and I happened to kiss again. I wasn't expecting anything, but, you know, just in case I shook my head while watching myself in the mirror. I was being ridiculous. I opened the door, flipped off the light, and exited the bathroom, hanging my dress on the closet rod just outside so that I wouldn't forget to pack it tomorrow. I looked back over to the bed and saw that Edward was already sitting down on it, his back resting against the pillows while the quilt and sheets covered the lower part of his legs. He wore what he had worn to bed the night before a t-shirt and boxer shorts. He had the remote control in his hand, flipping through channels, before he turned his head and caught my eye. As his eyes traveled down to take in my sleepwear, a thrill rushed through me. I tried to ignore it, though. "Anything good on TV?" I asked as I padded back over to the bed and sat down. I rotated my legs onto the mattress and stuffed my cold feet under the covers as I situated myself and leaned back against the pillows on my side of the bed. "I'm looking," Edward remarked, his eyes still trained on the television set. "You'd think they'd have interesting stuff on TV on a Saturday night, but it seems to be awful movies, mini-series, or news programs." I chuckled. "What movies are on?" "Um Bride Wars is on HBO, Titanic is on TNT," he started, obviously not thrilled with those choices. He apparently was not the biggest fan of chick flicks. "That Van whatever movie with Ryan Reynolds is on Comedy Central." "Van Wilder?" I clarified. "Yeah, that one," Edward continued. "I also noticed High School Musical on the Disney Channel if you're interested." I laughed. "No, thanks. Unless you want to watch it," I remarked, turning my head to look at him. "I bet you're a big Zefron fan. You have a poster of him up in your room, don't you?" I watched Edward smirk as he looked back at me. "You caught me," he joked before
handing me the remote control. "Here, you find something to watch." I took the remote and began flipping through the television channels, looking for something interesting to watch. Edward had been right the TV grid seemed to be full of news programs, mini-series, or bad movies. I admit, I was fond of Titanic, but that wasn't what I wanted to watch right now with Edward. Finally I came across the TCM channel and noticed the black-and-white scene that played on the television set. "It's Roman Holiday! I love this movie," I gushed before I turned to Edward. "Do you like it?" Edward shrugged. "I haven't seen it before," he replied honestly. "But we can watch it. Is it at the beginning?" I nodded. "Yeah, only two minutes or so have passed. All you've found out so far is that Audrey Hepburn's character is Princess Anne who is visiting all of the countries of Europe on a sort of goodwill tour, and now, as you would expect, she's in Rome." "Oh okay cool," he muttered as I turned up the volume and then set the remote control onto the bedside table. I pulled the sheets and polyester quilt up to cover my legs that were becoming chilly in the air-conditioned hotel room. I relaxed back into the pillows and focused on one of my favorite romantic comedies of all time. At least, I wanted to focus on the film. Edward, however, was making it difficult. Not that it was his fault at all, I just couldn't concentrate when all I was thinking about was how much I liked the sound of his laugh and how he made the perfect amount of remarks regarding the plotline not too many to be annoying, but enough that I knew he was enjoying it as much as I would have, had I been paying attention. After a couple of hours, as the orchestral music swelled and "The End" flashed upon the screen, I turned back to Edward. "What did you think?" I asked conversationally. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed. "That was the ending?" I looked at him in surprise. "You didn't like it?" Edward shook his head. "I'm not saying that," he replied. "I guess I just expected a happy ending, one where the two main characters end up together. I mean, Gregory Peck's character just walks away and Audrey Hepburn's character lets him." "Well what did you expect her to do? Abdicate her throne, discard her responsibilities to her family and country, race after Gregory Peck, fall madly in love with him, and then live happily ever after?" I asked rhetorically. "I can see how that would be a nice ending, but life doesn't work that way." I watched Edward's eyebrows rise. "That seems like a cynical way to view life." "I don't think it's cynical," I disagreed. "At my job, I go through countless stories, ranging from autobiographies to science fiction to romantic dramas. And from time to time, I have just finished reading a wonderful story, but the ending is so perfect that it's unrealistic. Don't get me wrong, there is a huge market for books with romantically sappy happy endings, but not every character can have a happy ending. It's not like that in real life, so why should it be portrayed as such in literature or film?"
Edward tilted his head to one side. "I can understand that," he remarked, "but I still think it's cynical. Do you believe in happy endings?" I nodded, maintaining my eye contact with Edward. "Yes. I believe that some people get their happy endings, but I also believe that a lot of people will not." "And what about you?" he asked, his voice deeper and sexier than before. "Do you think you'll be one of the lucky few to get a happy ending?" The question itself wasn't exactly distinctive, but the tone of Edward's voice and the smoldering gaze that we held caught me off guard. I gulped and tried to find the words to answer his question. "Um, I don't know," I responded shakily. "I like to think that I still have a few more decades of life before my ending. Will it be happy or not? I don't know" My stomach flipped when Edward reached over and grabbed my hand, threading his fingers with mine. "Well, if you ask my opinion, I think you'll have your happy ending," he told me. "You deserve it." My heart rate sped up, and in those few seconds of silence, my brain seemed to stop working, forcing me to act on pure instinct. All I know is that one second, Edward and I were sitting a couple of feet apart having a moment, and the next second, we were much closer, my lips pressed against his. My eyes were blissfully closed and I savored the feeling of Edward moving his lips sensually against mine. I was reminded to our kiss on the beach earlier in the day, but this was so much better. Neither of us was surprised by the kiss, and we didn't have to worry about anyone else interrupting us. To be honest, the bed also made it that much better. I wrapped one of my arms around Edward's neck while my other hand trailed down to Edward's lower back as I pulled myself closer to him, enjoying the heat of his body against mine. He turned us so that I was lying back against the pillows, not entirely sitting up but not entirely lying down either, while Edward hovered over me, one arm supporting his weight while the other wrapped around my waist. The soft, wet warmth of his mouth curved around the contours of my own, and I threaded my fingers into his tousled hair that I had daydreamed about earlier. I hooked my foot around one of his legs and pulled his body down closer to mine, urging him to deepen the kiss. Suddenly, it was as if he read my mind when his lips parted and I felt the warmth of his tongue playing along the center of my bottom lip. My lips opened for him obediently at his unspoken request, and Edward's mouth curved in a smug smile against mine. His tongue teased the sensitive spot just inside my upper lip, and I mewled at the sensation. He hummed back in pleasure as he turned us onto our sides. With the bed now supporting both of our bodies, Edward moved his other hand between us, slipping under my camisole and caressing my flat stomach. As our tongues danced together, his hand continued to slide up inch by inch until he reached my bosom that was, thankfully, bra-less, my shirt bunching up at the top of my chest. I felt his fingers trail across the underside of one of my breasts before he palmed me, building my arousal. It felt good. So good. Too good Regretfully, I pulled my head back, breaking my and Edward's glorious kiss, and pulled my arms back to my body. In response, Edward removed his hands and gazed at me curiously. There was no missing the lust in his beautiful green eyes, and I was sure that if
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bed for another ten minutes or get up to get dressed, whichever he preferred. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, applied some makeup, and brushed out my hair, taking about ten minutes to complete these daily routines. I was just about done when Edward entered the doorway. "Are you almost finished?" he asked. He was already dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a blue vintage-looking t-shirt. "Yep," I replied, popping the makeup compact closed and dropping it into the drawstring bag. Before I left, I cleared out all of my toiletries, bringing them with me into the other room to pack into my suitcase. Although we weren't leaving for Seattle until later this evening, we still needed to check out of the hotel by eleven thirty. While Edward used the bathroom, I pulled out the clothes that I had picked out to wear today the same straight leg jeans, a light peach-colored blouse with flutter sleeves, and brown woven leather flats and changed out of my pajamas. Once dressed, I finished packing everything into my small suitcase and then checked in the small closet and under the bed to see that we weren't forgetting anything. Edward exited the bathroom while I was still on my knees. "I think we missed breakfast," he remarked before noticing my position. "Is anything under the bed?" He looked rather amuse "No," I replied, placing a hand on the bed to stand up. "And I think you're right about breakfast. But we're eating lunch in less than an hour, so it'll be fine." We finished packing our suitcases, and I grabbed the rental car keys from the desk where Edward had placed them last night. We left the room and headed down to the lobby where I checked out of our room. Once we got to the car, we placed our bags in the trunk, where they would remain until we returned the car to the rental agency at Sea-Tac airport. "It's a beautiful day outside," Edward remarked as we got into the car. "Yeah, they're days like these that make Forks bearable," I agreed. I heard him chuckle from the passenger seat. "So I take it you're not going to be heartbroken to leave tonight?" I smirked as I pulled out of the hotel parking lot. "Not a chance," I replied. "Spending the weekend here hasn't changed my mind about the place." Edward laughed. "So what's the plan for today?" I sighed. "Well, we have this picnic. I don't feel like staying for too long, so maybe an hour or two at the most. Then we're heading over to Charlie's which will without a doubt be the brightest spot in my day," I said, my tone reeking with sarcasm. "And then we'll leave for Seattle at about three o'clock so we can catch our eight o'clock flight." "And then back to L.A.," Edward continued. "Yes, then back to L.A.," I agreed. I clicked on the turn signal and veered into the parking lot of Tilicum Park. The park was, in my opinion, one of the best uses of taxpayer dollars within the municipality of Forks. It had large, open grass fields, which, within the temperate rainforests of the Pacific
Northwest, were rare to come by. It had baseball diamonds, a soccer field, and tennis courts where the schools' teams would play on Saturdays, and there was an immense wooden playground. During my very few childhood visits to Forks, I remembered being astounded by that playground. Of course, as an adult, it didn't seem as gigantic. But parents also loved the park because their kids could play and run around while not needing to worry about getting lost within the vast forests. There was also a rather large gazebo and a number of picnic tables, which is where Edward and I headed once we had parked and exited the car. I took his hand into mine after all, we were supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend and surveyed the people who had already arrived. Once again, we were a bit late to the festivities, so there were already a good amount of people present. In number, it looked to be the same as how many were present at lunch yesterday at the lodge, but the demographics had certainly changed. There was a fairly large quantity of children today. My eyes immediately scanned the park for Jacob or even Lauren, but I didn't see them. I crossed my fingers with my free hand, hoping that they wouldn't show up this morning. "Bella! Edward!" Mike raised his hand and called us over to where he stood behind a grill. Together, we turned in his direction and walked towards him, and I noticed that Jessica stood next to him, helping him. They actually seemed like they were both in very good moods this morning, a nice change from yesterday. "You guys left early last night." "Did we miss anything important?" I asked curiously. "Only the dance-off," Mike replied, looking back down at the hamburger patties so that he could flip them to the other side. Edward laughed. "There was a dance-off and I missed it? Damn." I chuckled. "Who won?" "Well, it came down to me and Eric," Mike explained, "and it was quite close, but then I pulled out the big guns and won." I watched as Jessica smirked. "He did the Worm." I looked at him, impressed. "You still got the moves, huh?" I remembered Mike also doing the Worm at our senior prom so long ago. He was actually a pretty good dancer as long as you weren't slow dancing with him. Then you had to watch out for your feet. Mike smiled. "I have to admit, it wasn't as easy as it used to be." "We're getting old, Mike," I reminded him, glancing over to the fields where kids were running around. "I didn't know so many of our classmates had kids now. That's a definite sign that we're aging." I looked back up at Mike to see a wide grin on his face. He glanced down at Jessica. "Tell them the good news." My eyebrows rose in surprise and curiosity. "I thought we were going to keep it to ourselves for a while," she whispered to him.
"Come on, baby. It's Bella and Edward, and they're leaving today to go back to California," he replied, trying to convince her to share. "And you know me; I can't keep secrets that I'm really excited about." Jessica smiled at him lovingly. "That hasn't changed," she agreed before turning back to me and Edward. "I'm pregnant." She looked beyond thrilled at this news with a large smile on her glowing face. "Wow," was my initial response. "That's, um, great, Jess. Congratulations. When did you find out?" "Only this morning," Jessica answered. "We've been trying for years," Mike confessed. "Hopefully this one will stay put." I saw Jessica's smile drop and tears form in her eyes as she fumed for several seconds. "God, why don't you just tell the whole world about our problems?" she finally asked Mike angrily before glancing back at us. "I'll be back." Mike grimaced as she left. "Hormones," he whispered with a shake of his head. Edward chuckled and I nudged him in the side with my elbow. "Be nice, both of you," I admonished them. "But really, Mike, congratulations. I hope it all works out this time." "Hope what works out?" I heard Alice's inquiring voice behind me. I turned to see her standing with Jasper, wearing a bright sundress and a matching cardigan. Jasper and Edward said quick hellos while Alice continued to looked at me and Mike curiously. I glanced at Mike before answering; it certainly wasn't my place to tell them. Mike shook his head subtly, probably because he didn't want to share the news without Jessica present, especially after her recent outburst. "Nothing," I replied to Alice. "I was just talking about how I hoped the burgers turned out well." "Oh," Alice replied happily. "I hope they turn out well too!" Mike turned back to the burgers while Edward and I stood with Alice and Jasper. No one spoke for several awkward seconds. Alice kept looking around with that entirely too happy grin on her face, Jasper was quiet as usual, Edward was gazing at me curiously, and I was remembering the events of last night, mostly the part when Alice had cornered me into sharing one of my biggest secrets with her and Edward. "Excuse me. I'm going to find the restroom," I finally announced, wanting to escape the situation for at least a couple of minutes. I dropped Edward's hand and started walking toward the small concrete building in which the restrooms were located. I didn't get even halfway there when I felt a hand on my arm, turning me around. It was Alice. "Are you mad at me?" she asked concernedly. "Maybe," I replied simply. "Because of what I did last night?" "Yes, because of what you did last night," I clarified for her.
"Fuck," she cursed quietly. "Listen, I know it doesn't excuse what I did, but I was really angry. Not at you, but at Jacob. I mean, he got away with breaking my best friend's heart once, and I hated hearing that he might have done it again. I was also drinking last night, and you know me; I can't hold my alcohol at all. So yeah, I probably jumped the gun a bit too quickly, both in forcing you to admit what happened and in confronting Jacob about it. I just really-" "Wait," I said quickly, cutting her off from her anxious rambling. "Confronting Jacob? I told you not to do anything, Alice." "No, you told me not to kick him in the balls or punch him," she corrected me. "I did neither. I simply approached him and told him off in front of some people." "Oh God. Alice, what did you say?" I asked worriedly. If she had mentioned anything about our affair, I was going to murder her. Well, maybe not murder her, but I wouldn't talk to her for a very long time. Alice looked at me with wide eyes. "Oh, I didn't say any specifics," she assured me quickly. "I think I told him, paraphrasing, that he was a gigantic tool. I might have said "spawn of Satan" too, but I'm not sure about that one. I'll ask Jasper later. He said he remembers it with vivid memory. Anyway, I then said that he shouldn't even be here because he didn't go to high school with us and that he was stinking up the gymnasium with his wet dog smell." I couldn't help but laugh and smile at that last comment. "Where did that come from?" I asked incredulously. "He doesn't smell badly" "I think I made it up in the moment," Alice admitted with a smile. "But anyway, I convinced him not to be here today. He and Lauren are going to spend quality time together in their own private homes." "How did you get them to agree to that?" I asked in disbelief. "Well, much more quietly, I explained to Jacob that I knew about everything and that I could become his worst nightmare if he didn't do as I said," she explained. "I honestly didn't think it was going to work; I was just full of hot air. But miraculously, he agreed. He said goodbye to me, took Lauren's arm, and left." I smiled in relief. "So he won't be here today?" One of my greatest wishes for the day just came true. "Not unless he wants a nightmare on his hands," she replied with an innocent shrug. "So Is there any chance you'll forgive me for what I did? I am really so sorry." "For being entirely too curious for your own good?" I clarified. "Yes, I forgive you. For yelling incoherent, drunken insults at Jake, there's nothing to forgive, especially since it worked." Alice smiled. "Great. So we're friends?" I chuckled. "We've always been friends," I reminded her. "We need to act like it more often," she responded solemnly. "We were such good friends and then we just kind of fell apart."
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driveway. The police department must have recently upgraded their vehicles, because it certainly wasn't the same old Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor that he had driven during my year and half in Forks. I stopped the rental car, but I didn't turn into the driveway. I pictured me and Edward walking to the front door and knocking, Charlie answering, and then seeing that he was deathly ill. Or maybe he would be perfectly healthy and I would proceed to seek out Jacob to kick his ass for needlessly worrying me. Either way, there was no happy visit scenario. If only my father and I had the relationship where he would open the door with a huge smile on his face, hug me hello, tell me that it's wonderful to see me, and we could catch up happily until we were forced to leave. But that, I knew, would not happen. I took a shaky breath and turned my eyes back to the street in front of me. I moved my right foot from the brake pedal to that of the gas, passing the house altogether and continuing down the street. "Um, what's going on?" I heard Edward ask. "Wasn't that his house?" "Yeah," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the road and on the speedometer, not wanting to go over the slow speed limit. "I'm not ready for that just yet." A minute later, once we left the more residential area of Forks, I pulled over onto the side of the road and parked the car. I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned my head against the headrest, closing my eyes. "I can do this," I reassured myself. "I can do this. I can do this. I can-" Edward interrupted my positive affirmations. "Are you okay?" I opened my eyes and turned to him. "Do I look like I'm okay?" I asked rhetorically. "I haven't seen my father in five years, and you know how that visit went. The last time I spoke to him was in December on Christmas, but it was a five minute conversation with many awkward silences and talking about the weather. I don't know what I'm going to say." "Well what do you want to say?" I turned my head back to look at the road. "I want to know if anything is wrong with his health. If there is, I want to know why he kept it from me. I also, despite how awkward it will be, want to discuss the past," I explained. "I want to know why he places Jacob up onto a pedestal and why I'm in, like, some metaphorical ditch. But what am I supposed to do? Jump right into it and say, 'Dad, I want to talk about what happened when I lived here'?" "That's not a bad start," Edward remarked. I sighed in exasperation. "Maybe I should just see how he is, say hello, stick around for ten minutes, and then leave our relationship the way it is. It'd be so much easier." "Bella, look at me," Edward instructed, and I did as he said. "Can you honestly tell me that you would rather your relationship with your father continue in this manner?" I rolled my eyes. "No I do want to improve things. Sometimes, I still feel so guilty about leaving never visiting screening his phone calls," I admitted with a small shake of my head. "It'd be nice not having to feel that way any longer."
"Then be honest and talk to him," he suggested. "Hopefully he'll do the same in return." I groaned. "Yeah, I guess." "And you know sitting in the car on the side of the road is only going to prolong the inevitable," he continued. I forced a nod and held onto the steering wheel with both hands. "You're right. I should just get it over with." I slowly inhaled and exhaled a few times in an attempt to calm my nerves, and then I re-buckled my seat belt and checked the rearview mirror for traffic. Once the coast was clear, I put the gear into drive and made a U-turn, returning down the road to Charlie's house. I soon pulled the car into the driveway behind the new police cruiser, and Edward and I emerged from the car into the warm, sunny day. "So this is where you grew up," he remarked as he looked at the small house with light blue siding that looked in dire need of a pressure washing. "No, I grew up in a house in Phoenix," I corrected. "This is where I lived for a year and a half during my adolescence." As we walked up onto the small porch, Edward surprised me by entwining his fingers with mine. He met my eyes and gave me a reassuring smile. "You can do this, I know you can," he whispered. "Remember, I'm here for you." "Thanks," I replied softly before I knocked on the door with my free hand. Several moments passed before I heard heavy footsteps behind the door and the sound of the door knob being turned. The oak door opened and revealed my father. He wore his usual garb of blue jeans and a flannel shirt, and he looked so much older than I had expected. Then again, I hadn't seen him in a long time, and five years did quickly age a man in his upper fifties. His hair was much grayer than I remembered, but what surprised me the most was how much thinner and paler he looked. I mean, Charlie did have my same pale complexion, but a healthy glow of someone who spent time outdoors was absent. There was a small forced smile on his face. "Bella," he greeted me. "It's nice to see you. Come on in." Charlie opened the door wider, and I entered the house, Edward following right behind me. "Dad, this is Edward," I introduced him, pulling my fingers away from Edward's so that I could gesture back and forth. "Edward, this is my dad, Charlie." Edward and Charlie shook hands while my father mumbled, "Nice to meet you." "You too, sir," Edward responded with that charming smile. The three of us stood there in silence for several moments until Charlie cleared his throat. "Well, do you want something to drink? We can go sit down in the kitchen" "A glass of water would be great," I replied quickly. I wasn't exactly thirsty, but a glass of water would give me something to fidget with in my nervousness.
As Edward and I followed Charlie into the kitchen, I glanced into the living room, just checking to see that Jacob wasn't visiting. Not that I was expecting him, but after my last visit, I just wanted to be sure. Thankfully, I saw no sign of anyone but Charlie. The television was turned onto ESPN and there were dirty dishes on the coffee table. It was typical. "So the offer still stands if you want me to fry up some fish," I heard Charlie mention, and I turned back to the kitchen where he and Edward were standing. "I don't know if you're hungry or if you had lunch at that reunion thing." Although I was still fond of a fish fry, I remained full from our lunch at the park. "Thank you for the offer," I replied, "but we ate lunch not too long ago." Charlie shrugged before reaching up into the cabinet that I remembered held his cups and coffee mugs. "Not a problem." He poured glasses of water for all three of us from a pitcher in the refrigerator, and after handing two to me and Edward, we sat down at the round kitchen table. "So how was the reunion?" "It was pretty good," I answered hesitantly. Although it certainly had its fun parts, overall, the reunion was pretty awful. Maybe if Jacob hadn't been there, it would have been a different story. I wasn't going to tell Charlie that, though. Although, if I did mention Jacob, we'd probably get to the crux of the matter that much faster. "It was nice seeing Alice and Angela again. I hadn't seen them in a long time." Charlie looked interested at the mention of my former best friends. "Oh? How are they doing?" he asked. "I spoke to Angela last month when she was planning everything, but I haven't heard anything about Alice. I do know that her parents are doing well, though." "Alice is doing great. She's still in New York, trying to get into the fashion design world. She's currently working for some designer and then working on her own projects on her own time." Charlie nodded and then turned to Edward. "And what about you, Edward? What do you do?" Edward considered this for a moment before answering. "I'm a musician," he finally said. I took notice of the fact that he hadn't admitted to working at Starbucks. My father smirked. "Oh, really? Are you in a band? What do you play?" "I'm not in a band," Edward replied. "And mainly I play the guitar, but I've dabbled in playing the keyboard from time to time." "I never thought you'd go for a musician, Bella," Charlie remarked with an amused look on his face. "Are you two serious?" This question caught me off guard, but Edward responded before I could even decide how to answer. "Yes," he stated. "I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her, if she'll let me, of course." He smiled at me, and I looked at him, dumbfounded. Charlie didn't react to Edward's announcement, only looked across the table to me. "Well what about you, Bella? How's your job going?" I was still surprised by the curveball Edward had thrown, but I didn't have time to dwell on that proclamation. "My job is going great. Same old, same old," I answered, looking back
into the wrinkled eyes of my father. "What about you? What's new with you?" My heartbeat steadily increased after I asked this question and awaited Charlie's response. Would he tell me if something was wrong? Was anything wrong? He certainly didn't look like he was in his most healthy state, but he looked better than he had in the worst case scenario I envisioned earlier. "Not much," my father replied. "There's not much going on at the station. Speeding tickets, noise violations, high school parties to break up that sort of thing the usual." My eyebrows furrowed. "Well what about you? Not the station or the town or your friends I want to know what's new with you." Charlie took this time to sip at his glass of water, and I spotted the delay tactic immediately. It was something that I would have done in the same situation. Apparently, beating around the bush wasn't going to cut it. "I saw Jacob," I announced, surprising my father. He definitely knew first-hand how bad the relationship between us was. "He told me to get you to tell me what's going on. He wouldn't tell me specifics, saying that it was your secret to share, but that I needed to know." Charlie set his glass down on the table and shook his head. "That kid can be a pain in my ass," he muttered. I glanced at Edward for a moment, seeking his reassurance, before continuing. "Dad, if something is wrong, I need you to tell me what it is. I need you to tell me the truth," I begged. "Please." My father remained silent for almost half a minute before he spoke again. "I didn't want to worry you because it's not that bad," he started, increasing the anticipation even more. He scratched the hair on his head before continuing. "I, er, have cancer." I immediately closed my eyes. It was my worst fear after Caroline had mentioned that he looked sick, and now it turned out to be true. I felt Edward's hand on my knee under the table, and I opened my eyes, trying not to freak out. "You have cancer?" I calmly asked for clarification. Charlie nodded. "Prostate cancer. They found it about three months ago. My doctor said we found it early, though, so it's not exactly life threatening at the moment," he explained. "I'm not going to die from it, at least not anytime soon and not if treatment works." Well that was a relief sort of. "Is that why you look so ill? Are you doing chemo?" I asked worriedly. He did have his hair, but it was still in the early stages. I guessed it could be possible. "No, radiation therapy," he answered. I continued to stare at him, this time in confusion. "Then why are you so pale?" I certainly wasn't a doctor, but it seemed that radiation therapy wouldn't have as bad side effects as I heard chemotherapy had. And if he wasn't dying from the cancer, I didn't understand why he looked so different. "Oh that? I haven't been going out in the sun. My skin's more sensitive now."
"And why you're so thin?" I inquired again. Charlie smiled at my persistence. "I've been on a diet for the past year," he replied. "I wanted to lose the beer belly and get back into shape. Seems like it worked." "Oh" I murmured. So it wasn't as bad as I initially feared, but still, prostate cancer was definitely not good news. "Where do you go for treatment?" "I visit the Olympic Medical Cancer Center in Sequim a couple times a week." I looked at him incredulously. "You drive to Sequim twice a week? That's like an hour and half trip one way!" "Jake takes me," Charlie answered and I resisted the inclination to growl. Once again, Jacob was here to act like the perfect child, and I didn't even know that anything was wrong with my father. I couldn't keep the scowl from showing on my face, though. "Why didn't you tell me?" Charlie shrugged. "You have better things to think about than this. I don't want to be a burden." "You're not a burden," I assured him, shaking my head. "I know I haven't acted like the greatest daughter in the past, but I do care about you. It hurts that you just shut me out." "Now you know how I feel" Charlie muttered almost inaudibly, staring down at the checkered pattern of the tablecloth. In fact, I probably wouldn't have heard it at all if I couldn't read his lips. This was it, I thought. This was the segue that could bring us into a heart-to-heart, real conversation. Charlie glanced up at Edward, and I realized that I probably wouldn't be able to get him to open up to me with Edward present. Also, as much as I enjoyed relying on his presence, I needed to do this alone. "Dad, can Edward use your computer to print our boarding passes?" I asked suddenly, surprising both Charlie and Edward. "It'd make things a bit easier at the airport tonight." "Yeah, sure," my father agreed. I fished through my purse for the folded piece of paper with our flight confirmation number and handed it to Edward. "Go through the living room and into the study on the right. The computer's on the desk and the printer's probably already connected Do you mind Edward shook his head. "Not at all," he replied. He stood from the chair and leaned down to the kiss the top of my head. "I'll leave you two to talk." And with that, he walked out of the kitchen, leaving me and Charlie together, completely alone for the first time in probably ten years. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 22; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus
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you were innocent of his accusations," her father explained. "Well, did he tell you the real reason we broke up?" "Yes You broke up with him because you didn't want to yeah I was furious with him after that," Charlie admitted. "I wish you would have just told me, Bella." "I didn't think you would have believed me over Jacob. And why didn't you tell me that he came clean? I've spent the last ten years thinking that you've believed him all this time!" Charlie didn't answer immediately, and I took the time to pull up the Internet browser and head to the United Airlines website. I couldn't spend the entire time only eavesdropping, after all. "I was embarrassed by my actions," Charlie confided. "And you were still fuming. I thought it would be better to leave you alone and let you get over it." "But I didn't get over it. It has plagued me for ten years!" Her voice shook and she was silent for several seconds to regroup. "Is that why you didn't come to my graduation? Because you were embarrassed?" "I thought you hated me. I didn't want to ruin your day by showing up." "I have never hated you. I was angry with you," Bella conceded, "but I still wanted you there. I wanted you to make an effort. I know that I could have helped, but you're the parent. You should have taken the initiative, and you didn't." "I know," Charlie whispered solemnly. "And it all goes back to the fact that you think the sun shines out of Jacob's ass," she continued. "You love him more than you love me. I know that. But you didn't have to make it so blatant" "Bella, I do love you just as much as I love Jake." "You have a hell of a way of showing it," she bit back. "What about five years ago? He was a lying, cheating son of a bitch, and yet you yelled at me when you found out." "I didn't yell at you," Charlie defended himself. "I admit, I was upset with you and I admonished you for your behavior, but I never raised my voice." "But it wasn't even my fault! I had no idea about that Vanessa girl!" "I know that!" her father responded impatiently. "You seem to think that I have no idea what's going on, but I do, Bella." Both were silent for several moments before Charlie continued. "Listen to me, I did initially place some of the blame onto you, and for that I am sorry. Maybe you should know that I actually did yell at Jacob after I found out about that affair." "You yelled at him?" Bella asked softly. "Of course! He cheated on his fiance, and then he lied to you and left you without a word," Charlie growled. "He didn't get off scot-free, neither for that nor for the shit he pulled when you were together. If I had legal grounds, I would've arrested him if I could."
"Then how is it that you two are still so close, and we're not?" she asked heartbreakingly. "We just got past it," he explained simply. "I guess it helped that I saw him a lot and that we had a solid foundation for our relationship. Bella, you know that our relationship has never been easy. Your mom took you away when you were only five months old and I didn't even see you again until you were almost four, and after that I saw you maybe one weekend every other year at best. I missed so much of your childhood" "I know," Bella whispered sadly. "I wish I could've changed that." "I should've fought for joint custody in the divorce," Charlie admitted. "You could have, I don't know, lived and gone to school wherever your mom was living, and you could have stayed with me during the summers I've always regretted not doing that." Bella didn't respond. "And then when you were seventeen, you spontaneously decided to move to Forks. I was thrilled and yet terrified. I was afraid that you weren't going to like me. I mean, we got along alright during our visits, but those weekends definitely weren't the same as living with me. I was afraid that you'd figure out exactly why your mother left me all those years ago. I'm dull and boring." "No, you're not," his daughter disagreed. "That's not why she left." "Oh, yeah?" Charlie asked warily, but Bella said nothing in return. "That's what I thought. I put forth an effort to form a close relationship you, and maybe I didn't try hard enough, but it didn't seem to work. When I tried to ask about your friends, you never said much; when I asked about school, all you said was that it was 'fine'; when I tried to talk to you about moving from Phoenix, you immediately closed the topic for discussion" "I didn't want to bother you with my worries. I didn't want you to think that I disliked moving here, and honestly, I did dislike it at first," Bella confided. "As for school, every teenager answers that it's 'fine', and as for my friends, I don't know, I guess I wasn't used to talking about them. Renee never asked me about that kind of stuff when I grew up with her. She just let me be." To me, it sounded as though Renee were almost a worse parent than Charlie keeping Bella away from her father for such long periods of time, not taking an active interest in her daughter's life but I was never going to make that opinion known to Bella. "Huh," Charlie grunted in disapproval. "Figures." "Please, let's not talk about Mom," Bella begged. "She raised me the best way she knew how. I think I had a good childhood. That's all that matters." "Okay, we won't talk about Renee. But please know that I tried to do my best by you, Bella, to raise you to the best of my abilities," he spoke in a tone just above that of a whisper. "I feel like a failure." "Dad, you're not a failure," she disagreed. "Everyone makes mistakes. I've made mistakes, and you've made mistakes. It just happens." One of the kitchen chairs scraped against the linoleum floor, soon followed by another. "I stopped blaming you long ago But will you forgive me? I shouldn't be avoiding your phone calls and making up excuses to
stay in L.A. You probably have been putting forth an effort to reconnect, and I've been unresponsive. I'm sorry." "Of course I forgive you," Charlie whispered. "But can you forgive me?" Bella didn't answer, at least not audibly. Their conversation ended and all I could hear was a faint sniffling noise. At least one of them was crying, and I was putting my bet on Bella. A part of me longed to return to the kitchen and comfort her, but I reminded myself that this was Charlie's time with his daughter. I'd spend the next six hours with her, anyway. In the silence, I finally remembered that I was sent into the study for a reason, and I turned my eyes back to the computer monitor. A screensaver had popped up onto the computer, and before I moved the mouse to return to the United website, I noticed that pictures flashed across the screen every five seconds or so. I wouldn't have cared if they were pictures of Charlie or of that degenerate Jacob, but they were all pictures of Bella. There was an old, worn photograph, obviously scanned, of a newborn Bella with whom I assumed to be her mother in a hospital bed. She looked, well, like most newborns looked when they first entered into the world. Then, a family picture appeared that was taken when she was still an infant, before the family disintegrated. Bella was dressed in a pink jumper with a purple bow in her short dark hair, while her parents wore their early 1980s' hairstyles and sweaters proudly. The photo quickly faded to reveal a four-year-old Bella wearing a yellow Care Bears sweatshirt and playing in a sand box with a slightly-younger-looking Native American boy. Considering what Bella had told me earlier about how close Charlie was with Jacob, I assumed that this was him. It was hard to hate such a cute-looking kid, though. There weren't too many pictures from Bella's childhood and they quickly progressed to her teenage years, after she had moved to Forks. There were a couple of pictures of her and Jacob together, which weren't exactly pleasing to see. I noticed a pubescent Alice in one picture, and Angela and Mike were in another. There were so few pictures, in fact, that the slideshow restarted less than a minute later. Still, I wondered if Bella even knew that Charlie had all of them on his computer, as his screensaver, no less. Almost regretfully, I moved the mouse so that the pictures quickly disappeared. On the United Airlines website, I typed in the long confirmation number that Bella had given me, found our reservation, and printed off the boarding passes. The printer was very loud as it functioned, startling me after so many minutes entrenched in pure silence, and I realized that if I could hear Bella so well, she could probably hear that I waited so long to print these pages. In fact, just as I took the two sheets of paper out of the tray, Bella entered into the study. She gave me a quick smile as our eyes met. Her eyes were swollen and pink, but she looked relieved. "Thank you for, uh, taking your time," she whispered as she leaned against the doorframe. "You're welcome," I replied with a reassuring smile. I then held up the boarding passes. "I got 'em."
Bella grinned. "Yeah, so I heard," she remarked softly. "How'd things go?" I asked, feigning curiosity. I wasn't exactly sure how she'd feel if she knew that I intentionally overheard every single word of their conversation. She nodded slowly. "It went well," she answered slowly. "It definitely could've been worse." I smirked. "Good." "Yeah." She readjusted her stance on the doorframe. "Well, it's getting late. It's almost three o'clock, and we still have to drive to Seattle" "Okay," I said before closing the Internet browser and standing from the office chair. I followed her back into the living room where Charlie was standing, the remote control in his hand. He un-muted the baseball game, checked the score, and then looked over from the television when Bella and I entered. "I am sorry that we can't stay longer," she apologized to her father. "I honestly wish we could stick around for even another hour." "Don't worry about it," Charlie responded, tossing the remote control onto the worn couch behind him. "I understand. I'm just happy that you stopped by at all, especially after how I behaved on the phone yesterday. I'm afraid I'm becoming a grumpy old man." "Maybe you are," Bella joked, "but I'll try not to hold that against you." She then approached and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. From the look on Charlie's face, it was obviously a welcome surprise. "Thank you for talking to me for being honest with me," I heard her mumble into his shoulder. Charlie closed his eyes as he lightly rubbed his daughter's back. "Thank you for being able to forgive me. It's more than I deserve," he whispered back to her. "And please know that I do love you. I always have, from the second you were born to when you stepped through the front door an hour ago and every second in between." "I love you too," she sighed before pulling out of her father's arms. Charlie's lips twitched into a small smile before he spoke up. "Come on, I'll walk you out to your car." I followed Charlie and Bella out of the house and stood by as they said their final goodbyes in the driveway outside. "I'm going to start calling you every weekend," Bella promised. "I want to hear about how your cancer treatments are progressing, and we need to start talking more often anyway." Charlie smiled. "I'd like that. I'll look forward to your calls." He pulled Bella into another hug, and they stayed there for nearly a minute, embracing each other tightly. They eventually broke apart and I saw Bella smile at the gesture. Charlie then turned to me and stuck out his hand. "It was nice meeting you, Edward. I hope to see you again one day. Take care of her."
"You too, sir," I echoed his sentiments as I briefly took his hand in mine. "And I certainly will. Thank you for having us over." Charlie then returned his hands to the pockets of his jeans. "Well, have a safe drive and flight." "Thanks, Dad. I'll call you soon," Bella responded before she started to make her way to the driver's side of the car. I stopped her, though. "Why don't I drive?" I offered. After that conversation, I was sure that she would rather sit back and relax than worry about driving and making it to the airport in time for our flight to Los Angeles. She considered it for a moment, handed me the car keys without protest, and spun around to head to the other side. She waved goodbye to her father before entering the vehicle and closing the door behind her. Charlie raised his hand and then turned, heading back into the house. Before back out of the driveway, I glanced over at Bella, who had her head lolled against the headrest, her eyes closed peacefully. As much as I knew how important the time with her father was, I was looking forward to spending the next few hours with Bella, alone. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 23; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons haunt her? AH Complete.'; var categoryid = 2458; var cat_title = 'Twilight'; var datep = '08-26-09'; var dateu = '07-09-10'; var author = 'chels926'; function select_drop(sel_value) { var rev = 1; var logind = 'http://login.fanfiction.net'; var review_url = '/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=20311037'; var toast; if(sel_value == 'review') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=20311037 ',560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'abuse') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/report.php?categoryid='+categoryid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storyid='+story id+'&title='+title,560,510); } else if (sel_value == 'c2') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/c2_addstory.php?action=add&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fs') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favstory=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favauthor=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'aa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_authoralert=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'sa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_storyalert=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } } </SCRIPT> <select name=opt title='story actions'> <option value=abuse>Report Possible Abuse <option value=fs selected>Add Story to Favorites <option value=sa>Add Story to Story Alert <option value=fa>Add Author to Favorites <option value=aa>Add Author to Author Alert <option value=c2>Add Story to Community </select> <input type=button value=Go onClick='select_drop(document.myselect.opt.options[document.myselect.opt.selectedIndex].va ue)'> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT><INPUT TYPE=BUTTON Value=' < Prev '
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husband, but some lawyer that she had been seeing." "Why didn't you tell him?" I asked. "I was about to, and then I thought that, I don't know, it'd make him feel worse," Bella confessed. "If it were me, I think I would rather believe that someone left me because I wasn't their type, rather than knowing that they left me for someone else, you know? It'd hurt less. I couldn't even imagine what it'd be like to find out that your spouse cheated on you "You should never have to," I replied automatically. "And whoever is lucky enough to marry you would be a complete idiot to cheat on you." Bella looked at me warily. "Thanks," she said hesitantly. "Hey, Edward, I've been meaning to ask you something else Um, when we were talking to Charlie and he asked if we were serious, you said that you loved me and wanted to spend the rest of your life with me?" I breathed deeply and took a few seconds before answering. "What was I supposed to say? 'No, I don't see a future with your daughter, but I'm still dating her, meeting her family and high school friends, and attending out-of-state reunions with her'?" I chuckled. "Don't worry; I played the role of the loving boyfriend." "Oh, okay," she sighed as she relaxed into the seat. I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I continued along the highway. It was correct that I chose to say those words only because I figured that it was what Charlie would have wanted to hear. But the minute that the words left my mouth, they felt truer than I had originally thought. I certainly didn't think I truly loved Bella not yet, at least but I certainly felt as though it were heading in that direction rapidly. I couldn't tell Bella that yet, though. She wasn't even completely on board with dating me in real life, let alone falling in love with me. I had to continue taking baby steps, not large leaps, in whatever relationship we did have together. "I hope you don't mind my inquisitions," Bella pulled me from my reveries. "I have another question." I laughed again. It was starting to feel like a job interview. "Ask away," I told her. "Well, I just feel like this entire weekend has been about me, and I feel really bad about that. I promise that I'm not so self-absorbed. I mean, I know you've told me about yourself, but it seems like you know every single thing about me after this weekend, and I don't really know all that much about you." "So where's the question?" Bella shrugged. "Tell me more about yourself? I don't know" "Alright I can't guarantee that my life is very interesting. If your past is a soap opera, mine is a documentary." She laughed but I continued. "You know the overview, so I guess I'll throw out random facts?" "That'd be great," Bella agreed with a smile. "Well, I was a big comic book reader as a kid. DC, not Marvel. Aquaman was my favorite
character. When my parents would take us to the beach, I'd make my younger brother be Ocean Master, my archenemy, and this girl who sometimes played with us was Mera, Aquaman's wife. Those comics sort of defined my childhood. I stopped reading when I was about ten, which is actually the same age my father left" I trailed off. I had strangely never noticed that correlation until this very moment. "Was it because he left?" "I don't know maybe?" I offered. "I just wasn't interested anymore for some reason. I guess that was when I had to grow up, though. Mom was a mess for a while. I was still young, but I had to take on more responsibilities." "How'd your brother take it?" I shrugged. "About the same, I guess, but he still enjoyed the rest of his childhood. He didn't worry about Mom constantly. He continued to play little league soccer and football. Everything was fine; Dad just wasn't there." "Is that why you're so understanding?" "I'm understanding?" Bella nodded. "Unbelievably so," she answered. "You care a lot about how other people feel, and I don't think that comes from being a psych major. It's part of your personality. I like that about you." I almost felt like blushing, so I quickly changed the subject. "And then, when I was fourteen, I broke my arm when I fell from a tree. I was spying on my neighbor. We had just read To Kill a Mockingbird in school, and I was convinced we had our own Boo Radley in the neighborhood," I admitted, continuing on with Bella's request to learn more random facts about myself.
BPOV As we headed back to Seattle, I realized how much I didn't know about Edward, and he spent almost the entire drive filling me in on small details of his childhood and of his past. Some of the stories were kind of sad, but some were endearing and absolutely adorable. By the time Edward pulled our Mazda into the rental car parking lot, I was so glad that I had asked. We took a shuttle to the airport, waited in line to go through security, and walked towards the gate, all the while making small talk. We discussed our hopes for the weather in Los Angeles, some of our plans for the remainder of the summer, and even recent political news. I was simply glad that Edward wasn't making anymore declarations. His profession of love in Charlie's house had mystified me. I knew that he liked me he had made that clear the day earlier but love? I wasn't even sure what I wanted his answer to be when I asked him about it after we had left Forks. I did feel relief when Edward said that he said it only because Charlie probably expected it, but a small part of me cringed when he said that he was merely playing his role. We boarded the airplane, and during the flight, I watched the movie that was shown on the television screens while Edward worked on the crossword and sudoku puzzles in one
of the magazines in our seat pockets. The flight eventually landed at LAX, and after we waited nearly ten minutes to de-board the plane, Edward and I continued from the gate toward the main terminal, our carry-on luggage in our hands. "Back in L.A.," I remarked before covering my mouth as I yawned. I was beat, and I couldn't wait to drive back to my apartment and crash onto my bed to pass out. This weekend was exhausting. We walked to one of the airport exits that would take me in the direction of the parking deck in which I had parked my BMW, and we stopped in front of the doors. "Did you drive?" Edward asked, pointing to the exit. "Yeah, I parked in the daily parking deck. Did you?" He shook his head. "Yeah, but I'm out in economy parking. I've got to take the park-and-ride shuttle." He pointed in the opposite direction in which I was planning on heading. "Then I guess this is goodbye? Edward, thank you so much for doing this for me. You have no idea how much it means to me that you were present. Not only were you the best fake boyfriend a girl could ask for, but you were also there as my friend when I really needed one. I truly appreciate it," I gushed. Edward smiled. "It was my pleasure. I'm serious. I had a good time," he said as he hitched the strap of his bag further up onto his shoulder before stuffing his hands into his jean pockets. "So I don't know what your plans are later this week, but maybe I could take you out to dinner sometime?" I was torn. It was true that I liked Edward very much, but I still had my reservations. I grimaced and Edward's smile dropped. "I don't know" "It's just dinner," he interjected. I shook my head. "You and I both know that it's not just dinner," I disagreed. "I know that you like me. It wouldn't be dinner, it would be a date, which would lead to another date and then maybe even another." "I'm confused," he readily confessed. "I know you feel something for me. I could feel it in that kiss last night. So I don't see a problem." I suppressed a groan. I knew that kiss was going to come back to bite me. "Therein lays the problem, Edward. I do like you right now. If I start dating you, I'll fall for you even more, and then what will happen? We'll both end up with broken hearts," I pointed out. "I just don't want to waste my time." He looked angry at the last statement. "So I'd be a waste of your time?" "You know I didn't exactly mean it like that," I retorted. "You're a great guy, and you don't deserve to waste your time on someone who's just going to screw things up." His eyes widened. "Oh my God, are you listening to yourself?" he wondered in a raised voice. "You're not even going to give me a chance because you've already decided that we wouldn't work out. We haven't even been on a real date, and you've decided this. What are you going to do?"
I was momentarily bewildered by his question. "What do you mean?" "What are you going to do for the rest of your life? Push everyone away because you're afraid to let anyone in? If you won't date me despite having feelings for me, I doubt that you're ever going to be in a relationship again, because you're going to view every single man the exact same way," he continued so strongly that I was forced to remain silent. "Bella, you're going to end up alone, and do you know what?" He waited for a response, so I asked, "What?" "I'm not going to wait around to realize that you've made a mistake. There's obviously nothing that I can say or do that is going to change your mind. You've decided this for yourself, and until you change your mind, you're going nowhere in life. I mean, sure, you'll probably continue to do well in your career and other aspects of your life, but when you're on your death bed, do you want to look back and think, 'Wow, I've never had a successful relationship'? I doubt it," Edward rambled on angrily. "So this is what I'm going to do. I won't be your waste of time." He turned away from me quickly, marched through the automatic sliding doors into the warm, night weather outside, and headed towards the shuttle, disappearing from my sight. I was left speechless with tears in my eyes. I straightened my posture and exited the airport to find my car, rolling my small suitcase behind me. I made a point not to glance back in Edward's direction, but I continued on towards daily parking. It had hurt, what he had said, and I had to admit that a lot of it was true. But it's for the best, I reminded myself. Edward was free to live his own life, and I was free to live mine. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 24; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons haunt her? AH Complete.'; var categoryid = 2458; var cat_title = 'Twilight'; var datep = '08-26-09'; var dateu = '07-09-10'; var author = 'chels926'; function select_drop(sel_value) { var rev = 1; var logind = 'http://login.fanfiction.net'; var review_url = '/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=20351483'; var toast; if(sel_value == 'review') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=20351483 ',560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'abuse') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/report.php?categoryid='+categoryid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storyid='+story id+'&title='+title,560,510); } else if (sel_value == 'c2') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/c2_addstory.php?action=add&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fs') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favstory=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favauthor=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'aa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_authoralert=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else
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BPOV I couldn't sleep that night. Although it was comforting to be back in my own apartment and in my own bed, my mind continued to mull over everything that Edward had said. Was he right? Have I alienated everyone by being realistic and assuming that they were going to let me down or that I would let them down? Even when I awoke the next morning to my six o'clock alarm after maybe a couple of hours of sleep at the most, the thoughts still plagued me, and I had this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that I had done the wrong thing. Maybe I should have taken the plunge with Edward, I mused. I got ready for work in a daze and headed into my morning commute, turning up the volume on the radio to drown out my thoughts. It was much easier to listen to morning traffic reports than to think of how I might have completely screwed things up with Edward. I arrived to the office five minutes late thanks to a fender bender on Highway 5, and my assistant, Hunter, greeted me with a stack of manuscripts and a note about needing to attend a staff meeting later in the morning. "How was the weekend?" he asked conversationally, leaning against the edge of my desk and probably hoping that I would disclose some juicy details of my apparently-exciting high school reunion. "I don't want to talk about it," I told him rather harshly, taking the first bound manuscript off the top of the stack and flipping back the cover page, immersing myself directly into my work. "Alrighty then," Hunter replied, surprised at my less-than-pleasant mood. "Do you need coffee? I nodded, keeping my eyes on the first sentence. The taste of a nice French roast sounded just about perfect, much better than the regular Maxwell House that I had earlier this morning in my apartment. "Starbucks? What do you want me to get?" he asked. I looked up with a deep intake of breath. "Do not go to Starbucks. What's that place off of West 2nd street? Go there and get me a French roast, black Please," I added, trying not to sound as hostile as I had earlier. Hunter looked at me curiously but didn't say a word as he nodded his head in acquiescence and left my office, closing the door firmly behind him. I threw myself back into my work. I usually did at least a little bit of work over the
weekend, but as I was out of town this past weekend, I hadn't had a chance, and now I was further behind than usual. It was refreshing, settling back into my routine. Things were normal here simple easy. It was exactly how I preferred my days. Half an hour later, Hunter returned, brandishing a hot cup of coffee. "Groundwork Coffee was a bit further away, but it was cheaper," he remarked as he set the cup of coffee onto my desk. "May I ask why your coffee tastes have suddenly changed? It's always been Starbucks for as long as I've been fetching your coffee. I thought you were a loyal consumer." I ignored his question, instead smiling in thanks and bringing the steaming to-go cup up to my lips. "Did something happen with Edward this weekend?" he continued, not dropping the subject. My face dropped at the mention of his name, and the unsettling feeling reemerged in my gut. The faade that I was so desperately trying to hide behind crumbled into a thousand pieces. Tears stung my eyes and my heart rate increased. "Close the door," I whispered, glancing through the door into the office beyond. Hunter walked over and shut the door before returning. "What happened?" "I think I screwed everything up," I confessed, resting my elbows on the desk and cradling my head in my hands. "He was perfect, he was interested in me, and I blew it." "Forgive me for prying, but what happened?" he asked curiously, taking a seat across from my desk. "The weekend was hell. It was absolutely awful. I ran into my ex-boyfriend who's been a pain in my ass for the past ten years and I had an emotional confrontation with my father that was just so dramatic," I spilled. "It was ridiculous, really. I haven't had that much drama in my life for years. But through all of that, Edward was a complete sweetheart. You were right in the beginning; he liked me. And now I like him. But it's just too difficult. It's not worth getting emotionally involved when it's just going to end badly anyway." Hunter furrowed his dark eyebrows. "Who says it would end badly?" I shrugged. "It always does. All of my past relationships have ended badly. The only one that lasted for a long amount of time was Jacob, and he's a complete douche bag. And all of the others never lasted more than a couple of months." "Why was that?" Hunter asked. Jesus, did he ever stop asking questions? I was beginning to get annoyed. "It just didn't work," I told him impatiently, raising my hands up in exasperation. "Why?" "Oh my God!" I exclaimed heatedly, losing my patience and any composure that I had left. "It didn't work because it became too serious, okay? Relationships bring questions and full disclosure and trust. I'm not comfortable with that! Sharing, reliance on another individual it just sets you up to be let down."
Hunter looked at me sadly. "May I be frank? I'm probably going to overstep my boundaries of the workplace, so I would like to know that you're not going to fire me out of anger." I closed my eyes and nodded my head. "I won't fire you," I promised. "Go on." "When you see yourself in the future, when you're old, what do you think of? Be honest." I sighed and kept my eyes shut, trying to envision my future, wrinkled self. "I see myself retired," I replied as I pictured myself at some beach house or on some sort of seniors' cruise, playing bingo or shuffleboard. But it wasn't just me in the vision; there was an old man next to me. To my chagrin, he looked very much like a wrinkled and gray Edward. "And I see an old man with me." I opened my eyes, wondering where he was going with this illustration. "Bella, do you watch The Golden Girls?" Hunter asked, surprising me by asking such an odd, unrelated question. "It's one of my favorite shows," I confessed, eyeing him suspiciously. "Why?" "Do you want to end up living alone with three other old women in a badly decorated house in Miami?" he asked. "Don't get me wrong, I love the characters. Betty White was fabulous. But do you want to be them?" "They were all married, happily or not, at one point in time," I defended the fictional characters. "And there's nothing wrong with living in Miami" Hunter looked confused. He obviously didn't follow the show very well. "Fine," he said, continuing to make his point. "Then you'll turn out even worse than the Golden Girls because you are never going to be married for as long as you live. You're going to be alone, probably collecting cats to keep you company so that you'll have something else to think about than your pathetic life. And when you die, I bet they won't even find your body until the cats claw their way through the windows to escape from the odor of festering flesh." I was taken aback. "That's both disgusting and way harsh," I told him. "How do you know that I'm going to be alone? Maybe I just haven't met the right person yet." I didn't think this was exactly true, but I couldn't yet accept Hunter's vision of my future. Lonely cat lady? Please. "Maybe you haven't," Hunter said with a shrug. "But maybe you have and you're just too damn scared to admit it." He shifted in his seat so that he was leaning closer to me. "Who did you picture in your vision? The old man? Who was he?" I frowned. I knew exactly who it was, but admitting it to Hunter would just mean that he was right all along. But since when was I so stubborn that I couldn't even admit when I was wrong? "I saw Edward," I confessed. "He was old and wearing an atrocious Hawaiian-patterned shirt as we took a seniors' cruise." I smirked at the thought. Hunter looked at me in sympathy. "Do you like him?" I nodded. "Yes," I admitted.
"Does he like you?" "Well, he did. I don't know if that's changed in the past twelve hours," I worried aloud. "But, yes, I think so." "Then it seems to me that the only thing stopping you two from being together is your fear," Hunter continued. "Do you remember that children's book that you edited last week? It was about a duck." I thought back to the dozens of stories that I had read through last week. The children's story came to my mind immediately, though. "Yes. The duck was named Pete, if I remember correctly." "Right," said Hunter. "So the story was about a duck who was too afraid to get into the pond with his friends, and because he was too afraid, he missed out on a lot of fun and games. Remember how the story ended?" "He faced his fears and got into the pond." "Exactly. The moral of the story was that you have to take risks. Surely you're smart enough to figure out that, in this situation, you're the duck who won't get into the pond to play with Edward." I pursed my lips. I had known where he was going with this illustration all along, but I allowed him to explain it to me anyway. "Taking a risk goes both ways, though," I eventually replied after a moment's thought. "It could end up going very well, but it could also end disastrously." Hunter shook his head. "You have nothing to lose, Bella, and all to gain, in my personal opinion Nothing to lose. Surely that wasn't true. If things ended badly, there would be heartache and regrets. That had to count for something. But what if things did work out? What a relationship with Edward did, in the end, succeed and we fell in love? There would be much more joy and happiness in my life, and I wouldn't be as lonely. No more eating Chinese take-out by myself and feeling as though everyone else in the world was out having a good time while I watched television. No more late hours at the office just because I had nothing better to do with my time. Maybe I would finally feel as though I had a purpose in my life to love someone, and be loved in return. In that instance, I realized that the pros heavily outweighed the cons. I hastily closed the manuscript and placed it back onto the pile. I grabbed my purse from the floor and stood from my desk. "What are you doing?" Hunter asked curiously. "Taking that risk," I answered with an exhilarated smile. "You have a mandatory staff meeting in an hour," he reminded me, standing from the chair. "I want you to take that risk, but why not wait until the day is over?" I shrugged. "Tell them a family emergency arose."
Hunter stared at me in alarm. "You've never missed a meeting before." "I have to do this, Hunter," I said, "especially now before I lose my nerve." I grabbed my coffee and strode to my office door. "I'll be back later in the day." "Uh well, good luck!" he called out as I opened my door to leave. "Thanks! I'll need it!" I quickly responded. As I speed-walked through the office, a couple of my co-workers tried to intercept me, but I ignored them. I was a woman on a mission. I was going to find Edward and nothing was going to get in my way. <a class='positive' onClick='select_drop("review");' href='#'>Review this Chapter <FORM name=myselect> <TD> <SCRIPT type='text/javascript'> var storyid = 5333484; var chapter = 25; var chapters = 29; var words = 83976; var userid = 1623445; var title = 'Plus+One'; var title_t = 'Plus One'; var summary = 'In a moment of desperation, Bella Swan asks stranger and struggling musician Edward Cullen to be her \"plus one\" at her high school reunion. Can a fake relationship blossom into a real relationship in one weekend, or will her demons haunt her? AH Complete.'; var categoryid = 2458; var cat_title = 'Twilight'; var datep = '08-26-09'; var dateu = '07-09-10'; var author = 'chels926'; function select_drop(sel_value) { var rev = 1; var logind = 'http://login.fanfiction.net'; var review_url = '/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=20392271'; var toast; if(sel_value == 'review') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/review.php?storyid='+storyid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storytextid=20392271 ',560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'abuse') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/report.php?categoryid='+categoryid+'&chapter='+chapter+'&storyid='+story id+'&title='+title,560,510); } else if (sel_value == 'c2') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/c2_addstory.php?action=add&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fs') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favstory=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'fa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_favauthor=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'aa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_authoralert=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } else if (sel_value == 'sa') { toast = xwindow(logind+'/fav_add.php?add_storyalert=1&storyid='+storyid,560,470); } } </SCRIPT> <select name=opt title='story actions'> <option value=abuse>Report Possible Abuse <option value=fs selected>Add Story to Favorites <option value=sa>Add Story to Story Alert <option value=fa>Add Author to Favorites <option value=aa>Add Author to Author Alert <option value=c2>Add Story to Community </select> <input type=button value=Go onClick='select_drop(document.myselect.opt.options[document.myselect.opt.selectedIndex].va ue)'> <TD ALIGN=RIGHT><INPUT TYPE=BUTTON Value=' < Prev ' onClick="self.location='/s/5333484/24/Plus_One'"> <SELECT title='chapter navigation' Name=chapter onChange="self.location = '/s/5333484/'+ this.options[this.selectedIndex].value + '/Plus_One';"><option value=1 >1. Chapter 1<option value=2 >2. Chapter 2<option value=3 >3. Chapter 3<option value=4 >4. Chapter 4<option value=5 >5. Chapter 5<option value=6 >6. Chapter 6<option value=7 >7. Chapter 7<option value=8 >8. Chapter 8<option value=9 >9. Chapter 9<option value=10 >10. Chapter 10<option value=11 >11. Chapter 11<option
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here. It's very important that I find him, and I know you'll have his address on file." Irina looked at me as if I were crazy. "I'm not allowed to disclose that information." "Do you know Edward Cullen?" I asked desperately. "I really need to speak with him, but he's not answering his phone and he's not working today, and I don't know where else to look." "Oh you're that woman he went to Washington with this weekend," she said with a knowing smile, "the one who needed a date to her high school reunion." I didn't like her condescending tone one bit, but I had to remain polite if I were to acquire this information. "Yes. I would really appreciate it if you'd make an exception. If you know about me, then you must be at least friends with him. Please?" Irina considered my request for almost a full minute before she spoke again. "Alright. But not because you asked me to," she clarified. "I'm doing it because Edward is my friend, and he deserves to find happiness. If that's you, then I don't want to get in the way of that." She began to turn. "I'll be back in a minute or two." "Thank you!" I cried out gratefully as she continued into the back. It was a couple of minutes later when she returned with a slip of paper in her hand. "Good luck," she wished as she handed it to me. I almost hugged her out of appreciation, but I resisted. "Thank you so much," I whispered before I hurried out of the store and back onto the street. I returned to the office building, but instead of taking the elevator up to the Smith & Brooks offices, I took the elevator down to the parking garage. Once inside my car, I pulled up the Internet browser on my cell phone and looked up the directions to Edward's address which was probably a fifteen minute drive west of downtown Los Angeles. The drive took longer than I expected and my impatience manifested itself in my road rage, but I finally found Edward's apartment building. I didn't know where I could park, so I stopped in the fire lane right in front of the building. If I ended up with a fine, I would pay it without a care. Finding Edward was more important. I hopped out of my sedan and jogged to the entrance of the building. No one was coming in or out, so I looked over at the call box and scrolled down the list until I saw "E Cullen" written in one of the slots. I hastily pressed the button next to his name, hoping for a reply. After five seconds without a response, I tried again and again and again. "Goddamn it, Edward!" I vented aloud, resisting the overwhelming urge to hit the box. If Edward wasn't at home, then it truly was hopeless. I had no clue where else he could be in this large city. Maybe this was the sign that we really weren't meant to be "Can I help you?" I heard a man's voice behind me. I turned to see a man who looked to be about my age. He had dark hair, a large, muscular build, and a dimpled grin. He looked vaguely familiar, but I knew that I would have remembered if I had met him before. "Uh, no," I muttered, embarrassed that he saw my frustration earlier. I stepped out of the way of the call box, seeing that he was looking to use it after me. "You can go ahead." "You weren't looking for Edward Cullen, were you?" the man asked.
My eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, I was. He wasn't answering," I replied. "Do you know him?" The man smirked. "I should know him. I'm his brother," he said. "I borrowed some CDs to burn last week and I was going to drop them off." He held up a brown plastic grocery bag with CD cases inside. "He wasn't answering his phone, so I figured I'd just stop by. How do you know him?" "Um, it's complicated," I confessed. "It's really important that I talk to him though." "Huh, well let's see if he's simply screening you," the man responded, walking up to the call box and pushing the button to Edward's apartment. "Eddie. Bro. It's Emmett. Open the fucking door if you're there." After fifteen seconds had passed and there was still no response, Emmett shrugged. "Guess he's not there. I'll get these to him some other time" The hope that I had felt at Emmett's arrival quickly vanished. "You know, if you're really desperate to find him, you should head over to Dockweiler State Beach in Playa del Ray," Emmett suggested, and my hope immediately returned. "I know he sometimes heads over there to run or surf. Whenever I go with him, we park in the northern lot, and I'm sure that hasn't changed. Edward's a creature of habit. I'm not saying you'll definitely find him there, but it's worth a shot." I grinned. "Thank you!" I gushed. "Yeah, no problem. It was nice to meet you" he trailed off as he had yet to know my name. "Bella," I replied. "And it was nice to meet you too" "Emmett," he finished with a smirk. "If you find him, tell him I stopped by." "I will," I promised before rushing back to my car. I pulled out of the fire line and into traffic, continuing west toward Playa del Ray. Traffic was mercifully better in this part of the county, and I made it to the beach in good time, pulling into the most northern lot as Emmett has suggested. There were a good number of cars parked in the lot, but I didn't even know what sort of car Edward drove. He had never mentioned it. I parked and headed down onto the beach, taking off my high heels before I walked on the sand. The sand was hot against my feet, but I knew it would be impossible to walk on the beach while wearing those shoes. It was a beautiful day in the middle of June in Los Angeles, which meant that the beach was crowded with tourists and kids on their summer vacation. I noticed some of them stare at me curiously as I walked toward the surf wearing a black business skirt and a blue short-sleeved dress shirt. I kept my eyes peeled for Edward, but I didn't see him. There was a group of about five surfers out in the water, but even from the shore, I could tell that Edward wasn't one of them. I was beyond frustrated. I overcame so many obstacles in just getting here, but he probably wasn't even here at all. Just to make sure, I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and tried calling him again, but
as before, it went straight to voicemail. "Ahhh!" I wailed momentarily, overcome with vexation. A nearby couple looked at me in alarm, and I threw my cell phone into the water. I regretted it the moment it left my finger tips. I covered my face with my hands and stepped back before collapsing onto the dry sand. I lay back, not caring that sand would now be in my clothing and in my loose hair. I breathed heavily, trying not to break down. I skipped a mandatory staff meeting. I embarrassed myself in front of a multitude of strangers. I destroyed my cell phone. And all of it was for nothing.
EPOV I was determined to get over her. Over the weekend, I had fallen for Bella, but unfortunately, she didn't return those feelings. I thought she did, and maybe that was true, but if it was, she was never going to do anything about it. I wasn't scheduled to work today, and the initial plan was to stay in my apartment and work on some songs. But when I sat down and tried to write, all I could think of was Bella. Her smile, her blush, the smell of her hair, the feeling of her lips on mine. And all it did was make me even more frustrated. So instead, I decided to head to the beach for a run. Now, I was jogging down the beach as sweat poured from my body. The music on my iPod was turned up as loud as possible to block any outside thoughts. Right, left, right, left, I chanted internally as one foot hit the sand after another. I was on the final leg of my run, almost to my invisible finish line, when an oddity caught my eye and pulled my thoughts away from my rhythmic jog. A woman in business attire was lying on the beach, her arms spread out as she looked up into the blue sky. I was still too far away to see her features, but I was quickly approaching. I thought of Bella but shook my head. She wouldn't be here. Even if she were looking for me, which wasn't going to happen, she had no way of knowing that I would even be here. I focused back on the path in front of me, reminding myself not to fall victim to false hope. I didn't want to even look at the woman, fearing the disappointment I would feel when I realized it was someone else entirely. I was about to pass right by her, but something made me slow down and stop. Hesitantly, I turned and placed my hands onto my knees, trying to catch my breath. I looked over at the woman, and I had to admit that she looked very much like Bella, but I couldn't fully see her face from here. She could be a look-alike for all I knew.
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Although I longed to look away from his piercing stare, I kept my eyes on his. "Maybe it's too late and maybe you're still angry about what I said in the airport last night, but I'm holding onto the hope that you still want to date me, because I want to date you. It scares the hell out of me, but I fell for you this past weekend. You're an amazing man. I want to spend my time with you, I want to kiss you, and I just want to be with you." Edward hesitated before he responded. "What brought on this change of heart so quickly? It wasn't much longer than twelve hours ago that you said you didn't want to waste your time with me." I winced at my own words. "First of all, that phrase just came out without me thinking about it last night, and I didn't mean it like that. I wish I could take it back with all my might. In fact, I wish I could take back the entire conversation. I wish I would've agreed to go out to dinner with you, but I unfortunately can't go back in time to change things which leads me to my second point. "You're right that I did change my mind relatively quickly, but that's because I've been on the fence the entire time. I've always liked you; I just could never decide whether or not I wanted to anything to happen between us. Last night, when you made it clear that you did want something to happen between us, I panicked and did the best thing I know how to do I pulled away. It's what I've been doing for years." Edward's hand lay on the sand, and I hesitantly reached out to cover it with mine. "But do you know what?" "What?" he asked, glancing down at my hand before meeting my eyes again. He didn't move his hand, and a small smile played upon my lips. "I came to a realization today, with some help from a friend," I added, silently thanking Hunter for being so forthcoming and brutally honest with me. "I'm never going to be happy if I continue on like this. You said it last night when you told me that I was going nowhere in life. Even the heartache that I would feel if we did ever break up, it would probably feel better than how I normally feel numb. So, to answer your question, I've decided to take the risk, and I want to take it with you." I wasn't sure how Edward was going to respond, although in the silence that followed, scenarios played out in my mind. In one scenario (the one I preferred), he didn't say anything; he merely leaned forward and kissed me passionately, and I knew that everything was going to be okay. In the other scenario, however, he shook his head, stood, and made some excuse to leave, saying that it was too late. I knew that I would be devastated if it the latter occurred. Instead, neither of the scenarios played out. After thinking over my explanation for almost half a minute, he finally spoke. "How do I know that you won't shut me out again? How do I know you won't change your mind in a week, a month, a year ten years?" There was another tough question. I shrugged uncertainly before answering. "I would say to trust me, but I don't think I've earned your trust yet and I want to." His lips opened to speak, but I stopped him. "All I can give you right now is my best effort. I can't do better than that. I know that I
have baggage and issues, and I want to get those sorted out. I actually think I'm going to start talking to someone about it. After making such a horrid mistake last night, it's obvious that I need help." I chuckled despite the sad truth behind it. "Listen, Edward, I'm not saying that we're going to live happily ever after, but there is a chance, and I want to try for it, even if it's difficult. But do you? Want to try for it, I mean" I looked into Edward's eyes for something, any clues into what he was thinking, but I couldn't comprehend anything. After another couple of seconds, I finally broke our eye contact and looked back out onto the surf that crashed onto the shore only several feet in front of us. He was going to say no, I knew it. That was why it was taking him so long to answer me. He was probably trying to find some way to let me down gently although he certainly wasn't gentle when he yelled at me last night. I breathed deeply, shook my head sadly, and stood to my feet, my high heels and purse in hand. "I really am sorry, Edward," I whispered to him before walking forward as quickly as I could in the sand. It wasn't even three seconds later when I felt a hand on my arm. Edward whirled me around so that I faced him. He wore a smile on his face, although I wasn't sure why. "Where are you going?" I groaned and closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to see him if he didn't want me. "Back to the office to face the inquisition on why I skipped the staff meeting," I responded dejectedly. He placed his other hand on the deltoid of my upper arm, holding me in his hands. "Bella, open your eyes and look at me," he instructed, and I obeyed. "Why are you leaving?" "Because you took forever to answer me, and it was obvious that you were going to say no." "It was like five seconds," Edward countered in amusement. "Yeah, well it felt like a lot longer than that to me," I defended myself. He shook his head. "If I knew you were going to jump up and run away so quickly, I would've answered immediately," he explained. "I was thinking." I was scared of the answer, but I asked regardless. "What were you thinking?" Edward moved his hands from my upper arms and instead grasped my hands. "Bella, when I came to the beach this morning, I had every intention of getting over you as soon as possible. The thing is, that would have been nearly impossible. I mean, if you hadn't found me, which still amazes me, I probably would've gotten over you eventually, but right now, I still have feelings for you. Even though I raised my voice I apologize for that, by the way and was angry with you last night, that hasn't changed the way I feel about you." I was so entranced by his words that I was rendered speechless, and he continued. "I can sort of understand why you're so hesitant to form relationships. But Bella, I'm not going to be like everyone else," he vowed. "I'm not Jacob, I'm not your father, I'm not your mother, and I'm not any of the other men you've dated in the past. You were wrong
a few minutes ago; I do trust you, and I'm asking you to trust me in return. I won't let you down." "But what if I let you down?" I piped in, my eyes beginning to water at the thought. "Well I trust you, and it's a risk that I'm willing to take." I looked at him hopefully. "So is that a yes?" "What?" he asked in confusion. "Yes, you want to date me?" Edward chuckled, grinned, and pulled me closer to him so that I had to tilt my chin at a higher angle to look at him. "Yes, I want to date you. I want to spend my time with you, I want to kiss you, and I just want to be with you," he said, repeating my earlier words. His hands trailed to my back, and he was about to draw me even closer when he stopped abruptly. "I'm kind of gross and sweaty. I wouldn't want to ruin your clothes," he explained when he noticed my disappointment. "I don't care," I insisted, shaking my head and stepping forward so that my chest was pressed against his. I ran one of my fingers down his arm before continuing. "You're not gross; you could never be gross. And as for being sweaty, that isn't necessarily a bad thing" I didn't want to say as much, but it just made me think of other scenarios in which we might get hot and sweaty together. Edward smirked before he dipped his chin down and hesitantly pressed his lips against mine. I could just taste the sweetness of his breathe, and I closed my eyes and smiled before slightly deepening the kiss, our lips dancing together in harmony. Our kiss wasn't hurried or lustful; instead, it was sweet, tender, and with just enough passion to make me tremble with delight. It was perfect. But our kiss was broken entirely too soon by Edward. "Do you have to go back to work?" he whispered, his hand trailing up and down my back lightly. I shook my head deliriously. "I don't have to." My family emergency could last all day if it needed to. "Do you want to go out for lunch?" he inquired. "I have a t-shirt in my car, if you're concerned about my attire. Or I could stop by the apartment and change, if you'd rather." "I couldn't care less what you wear," I replied with a grin, entwining my hands with his. "And it's a date."
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Epilogue BPOV The sunlight streamed through the slats of the plantation shutters on the bedroom window and roused me from my sleep. I buried my face into the pillow, wishing that I hadn't woken up. I wasn't sure what time it was on this Saturday morning in late May, but I knew that it was earlier than I wanted it to be. Would sleeping in be too much to ask? I reached out to feel the empty space next to me, the space in bed that Edward was supposed to fill. My eyes opened and I frowned when I noticed his absence. The only thing I loved more than waking up in Edward's arms was Edward, himself. I heard the clang of a pan in the kitchen and my lips curled into a smile. He was making breakfast. I extended my arms out to the side and stretched momentarily before I sat up. The clock on the bedside table revealed that it was just after ten o'clock. Maybe it wasn't so early, after all. Getting out of bed, I pulled the light sage green sheet from the mattress and wrapped it around my nude body, much too lazy to put on actual clothes. As I walked from the bedside to the dresser, I stepped over the piece of black lace lingerie that lay discarded on the carpeted floor and giggled to myself. The new outfit was arguably a waste of money, considering that it stayed on my body for such a short amount of time the night before. I stopped in front of the dresser mirror and checked my appearance. I smoothed down my hair and tucked a few pieces behind my ear. I also licked my fingers and swiped underneath my eyes to remove some of the eye makeup that I hadn't washed away last night. Satisfied that I looked decent enough, I padded out of the bedroom and into the living room of our apartment. Edward spotted me from the kitchen. "Did I wake you, honey?" he asked in concern. His chest was bare, and the kitchen bar made it impossible for me to yet determine whether we wore his underwear or nothing at all. "No, I was awake before I heard you," I answered while I approached him.
As I rounded the bar, I spotted the light blue boxer shorts that he wore. Edward opened his arms and I walked into them, resting my head against his chest momentarily. He kissed the top of my head and then looked back to the stove top. I stepped away to let him continue his cooking and sat at one of the bar stools. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the counter as I watched him place bacon strips into one pan and crack a few eggs into another. I was in love with this man. He was perfect in so many ways, and I even loved his imperfection He had been so patient with me over the past couple of years, and there was no way that I could ever repay him for that. Our relationship had gone through some rough patches. There were once times that I wanted to pull away, fearing the increased emotional depth of our connection, but Edward was my magnet he always drew me back in when I had my doubts. Of course, it helped that I had started seeing a therapist at the start of our relationship. Talking through my fears and insecurities made them seem less significant and less worrisome. Even now, I still couldn't believe that I almost let Edward slip through my fingers, and all because of the trust issues that had formed after everything that happened with Jacob and Charlie. I hadn't spoken to Jacob since Forks High School's ten year reunion, but I had heard about him through Charlie and my limited communication with Jessica and Leah. I wasn't sure if he was still seeing Lauren or not, but he hadn't settled down, which wasn't surprising to me. But despite my enmity towards Jacob, I was thankful that he had supported Charlie through these past couple of years. Since my visit to Forks, the relationship with my father had improved. We certainly weren't going to be up for any Father-Daughter of the Year awards anytime soon, but at least we conversed over the telephone on a regular basis. Charlie's radiation treatments mercifully worked, and it was nearly six months ago when I received his phone call that the cancer had gone into remission. "Your breakfast, my love." Edward's voice brought me back to the present. He set the plate of eggs and bacon in front of me before turning and pouring me a cup of coffee. "I love that you can cook," I gushed after swallowing my first bite of bacon. He just smiled in acknowledgement as he ate from his own plate, standing directly across the bar from me. Edward still worked at Starbucks, but only for a handful of shifts a week. He liked to work whenever he had the time so we'd have a little extra as far as finances were concerned, although, in my opinion, it wasn't needed. I was doing very well at my job at the publishing company, and Edward had signed a record deal. But I understood why he wanted to remain a coffee barista. He wasn't yet sure how successful he would be as a musician. By continuing to work, he was hedging his risks. "Do you know what today is?" he asked once we had finished eating. He took my empty plate from in front of me and placed it into the sink. "Saturday, May thirtieth, 2011," I answered before sipping at my coffee. Edward's amused expression suddenly turned serious. "It was two years ago that you
strolled into Starbucks and changed my life forever," he declared. "You have made me such a lucky man. I am madly in love with you, and I always will be." I grinned. "I am madly in love with you, too," I repeated. Edward stood there, gazing at me, for several seconds until he smiled widely. "Stay here, will you? I'll be right back." He strode past me, through the living room and into our bedroom, and I swiveled on the stool to watch him. "What are you doing?" I asked loudly after several seconds had passed. It was a couple of seconds later when he emerged, hands behind his back. He advanced until he stood right before me. He reached out with one hand and lovingly ran his fingers along my hairline, down my neck, and onto my shoulder. Then, Edward kneeled down onto the floor. "Will you marry me?" he asked simply, exhilaration shining through his emerald eyes. He pulled his other hand from behind his back and held out an open black ring box with a diamond ring inside. I stopped breathing. We had discussed the possibility of marriage in the past, so I shouldn't have been so surprised, but I didn't expect his proposal right now, not at this very moment. Still, I knew my answer, no matter when he asked. "Yes," I whispered, nodding my head excitedly. I hopped off the stool, Edward stood onto his feet, and I crashed my lips into his. "Yes I want to marry you so much," I breathed in between my kisses. "I love you." Edward pulled away and laughed. "I love you too." The look on his face was one of ecstasy, and I'm sure my expression matched his. He reached for my left hand, withdrew the ring from its box, and slid it down my finger. He released my hand and I held it in front of my face, finally getting a look at my engagement ring. There were three round diamonds and a platinum band. It was gorgeous, and it must've cost him a ridiculous amount of money, but I knew not to bring that up with Edward. "It's beautiful, sweetie. How long have you had this?" I wondered aloud. "A few months now," he confessed. "I've been waiting for the right time, and well, I'm sick of waiting." I ran my hand along his jaw. "It's perfect timing," I assured him. "Oh, we need to tell people! Let's call your mom, or Emmett and Rose." "Let's tell them tonight when we see them," Edward suggested. "You can call Charlie and tell him the good news." "I'll call him on my way to work," I decided. "Now I wish even more that I didn't have to go
into the office today. I'd much rather spend my entire day with you." Some reality show celebrity was flying into L.A. this weekend and could only meet this afternoon to work out the conditions of her book deal. I never liked this woman to begin with, but now I despised her that much more for keeping me away from my fianc. Edward grinned slyly. "In bed?" I giggled. "Yes, in bed would be preferable." His hands reached around my body and began rubbing my back through the bedsheet before venturing lower. "Mmm when do you have to leave?" he whispered as I melted into his body. "In an hour and a half or so," I breathed into his neck. "I need to shower You can join me, and we can, um, multitask." "Then I don't know what we're waiting for," Edward said before he grabbed my hand and whisked me off towards our bathroom.
I heard the phone ring through my wireless headset as I drove on the interstate. I was going to be a little bit late Edward and I lost track of the time at one point but Miss I Have Way Too Many Children could wait ten minutes for me to arrive. "Hello?" Charlie finally picked up his cell phone. I had tried the house phone previously, but I didn't get an answer. He was either running an errand or working. "Hey Dad, it's Bella," I greeted him. "Is now a good time to talk?" "Sure. I have a few more minutes before my lunch break ends," he replied. "What's going on?" I smiled as I prepared to break the news to Charlie. "Well, I have good news. Edward and I are getting married!" He responded only a couple seconds later. "Honey, that's great," he congratulated me. "How long have you been planning this?" "He just proposed this morning, so not very long at all. You're the first person I've told," I defended. "Anyway, we haven't had time to set a date or anything. I have no idea when we'll actually get married, although, I don't want a very long engagement." "Well you've been living together for, what, a year now? You'll adjust just fine." "It's been ten months since we got an apartment together," I corrected, "but you're right. Still, I can't wait!" "Well, listen, I need to go," Charlie cut our conversation unusually short. "There's been a crime spree in Forks. We're actually very busy for once." I chuckled. "A crime spree in Forks? A spree of what? Shoplifting? Illegal hunting?" "Burglaries," he answered. "There've been about ten or so reported in the last month."
Now that was surprising. "Oh, that's serious for Forks. Then I'll let you go. I'll talk to you later, okay?" "Okay. I love you, Bella." I smirked. I had just gotten used to hearing those words from his mouth in the past year and a half. "Love you too," I said before ending the call. Next on my call list was Alice. Although she and Jasper lived on the other side of the country, still in New York City, they were some of my and Edward's closest friends. In fact, only last month we had flown to the Big Apple to attend their wedding. It was a lovely afternoon wedding held in the Conservatory Garden in Central Park. She and Jasper had been blessed with beautiful weather on that Saturday in April. Just thinking about it made me excited to start planning my own wedding. Alice picked up her phone almost immediately. "Alice Whitlock." I laughed. "Do you answer all personal calls in such a professional manner, or do you just like saying your married name aloud?" "Why, both, of course," she joked. "It never gets old. Jasper makes fun of me for it, though. I even answer his calls in that fashion!" She giggled. "So how are you, Bella?" "I'm doing wonderfully," I responded before deciding to go ahead and cut to the chase. "Edward proposed this morning!" "Finally!" she squealed into the phone. "Congratulations, Bella! I'm so happy for you!" Then she sighed. "Oh now I really wish we could've come down for tonight." "You're both busy; we understand," I assured her. "But it's Edward's album release party! I could just kill this client of mine for keeping me here," she seethed. I laughed. "You know, I was thinking the same thing about mine. I have to work this afternoon. In fact, I'm on my way right now." "That sucks," Alice remarked. "You should've blown 'em off." "Just like you should've blown off your client," I countered. "But, she's important" Alice huffed. "I know what you mean. Getting ahead isn't about doing your job well anymore; it's all about kissing the right ass." "Exactly," I agreed. I took the exit off the interstate and merged into traffic as I made my way into downtown Los Angeles. "Alice, I'm going to have to go soon." "That's okay. I should probably go anyway," she replied. "It was great talking to you. Tell Jasper that Edward and I say hello."
"Of course! Give Edward a hug and a kiss from me tonight, and tell him congratulations and that I wish we could've made it," she instructed. "Also, I want a signed copy of his album." I chuckled. "I'll get you one," I promised. "I'll talk to you soon, Ali." "Bye! And congrats again!" she exclaimed before she hung up, and I turned to enter the parking garage below my office building. Only five hours or so until I can leave, I reminded myself. I can do this.
I flew out of the office at a quarter after five o'clock, but traffic stopped me from getting back to the apartment at a decent time. By the time I made it home, Edward had already left to meet with his manager before the release party tonight. It had always been the plan that I would meet him there later, but I had hoped to catch him before he left. Oh well. I'd see him in a couple of hours. I made myself a salad and grilled a chicken breast on the George Foreman for dinner. They would have hors d'oeuvres at the party, but canaps would not fill me tonight, and I would rather not drink on an empty stomach. Tonight was a night that I would like to remember. After eating, I headed into the bedroom, stripped off my work clothes, and strolled into the bathroom to begin getting ready. A yellow Post-It note was stuck onto the mirror. It read, "I'm sorry we couldn't head to the party together. I love you. Love, your fianc," in Edward's script. I smiled and left it on the mirror as I turned on my curling iron and took my makeup bag out from the cabinet. Forty five minutes later, I was on my way to Edward's party. I had decided to wear a dress that I had bought with Alice on one of my trips to New York last year. It was strapless with a black, white, blue, and red pattern, and I wore matching red heels. Alice would be proud. The release party was held at a small restaurant that was privately booked for the night. There were exposed red brick walls, wooden floors, dim lighting, and a full bar. I arrived about fifteen minutes before the party was scheduled to begin, but already there were numerous people inside. I saw Carlisle, Edward's manager, and his wife talking with the restaurant manager near the entrance, and restaurant employees rushed around, trying to make sure that everything was perfect. "Bella!" someone called to me, and I noticed Edward's mother, Elizabeth, standing beside the bar, a glass of wine in her hands. I approached her and gave her a small hug. "How long have you been here?" "Not longer than ten minutes," she assured. "I spoke with Edward a few minutes ago. I hear a congratulations is in order." I smiled. "He told you already." Elizabeth laughed. "He was so excited that I was surprised he kept it to himself until tonight. Bella, I'm looking forward to gaining you as another daughter in my family. You
two are lucky to have found each other. You fit together perfectly." Tears gathered in my eyes but I was determined not to let them fall and ruin my makeup. "Thank you," I said, hugging her again. "I'm looking forward to gaining you as a mother." She smiled and then looked over toward the sound equipment. "Edward's over there if you'd like to say hello." "I don't want to leave you here by yourself," I said, although I desperately wanted to see my fianc. "Nonsense. I'm perfectly capable of being on my own and making conversation with people I don't know," she countered before shooing me away. "Go see Edward." "Okay. I'll be back," I promised before making my way toward the sound equipment, where Edward was discussing something with a man I had never seen before. I approached from behind and tapped him on his shoulder. "I got your note." When he turned, the widest smile formed on his face. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me hello. "I'm so happy to see you," he whispered. "That's obvious," I teased. "I'm happy to see you too. I found out that you told your mom already." "She got here and wondered why I was 'glowing.' That was the exact word she used. So I told her," he explained. "I found out that you told Alice already." "How'd you know?" "She told Jasper, who called me about it." I chuckled and shook my head. "I should've known. She's our own personal phone tree." He laughed. "So how was work?" Edward asked. I rolled my eyes. "Tolerable, I suppose," I answered. "What did you do?" "I went to the gym and then worked on something special for you and no, I'm not telling you what it is," he answered the question that I was just about to ask. "You'll find out tonight." "More surprises, huh?" "I like surprising you," he responded with a shrug. I was about to say something more, but I noticed Carlisle making his way toward us. He held two flutes of champagne in his hands. "Now what's this about an engagement ring on your finger?" he asked as he handed one glass to me and another to Edward. "I didn't even notice. Esme had to point it out." He looked to Edward. "And you didn't tell me?" "I was going to," Edward replied. "We haven't told that many people yet." Carlisle laughed and patted both of us on the back. "Congratulations." He then grabbed his own flute of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and held it up. "To the both
of you. May your marriage be long and pleasurable." "Cheers!" I exclaimed, hoping for that very thing. I clinked my glass with Edward's and Carlisle's and then took a long sip. "Edward, I was wondering if I could steal you away from your fiance for a few minutes," Carlisle continued. "I want you to meet someone. He's a great networking opportunity. He worked with John Mayer when he was starting out." Edward glanced at me, not wanting to leave, but I made the decision for him. "Go on," I prodded. "I have the rest of my life to spend talking with you." He grinned. "Well when you put it that way okay," he agreed to Carlisle's request. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "I'll see you later. I love you." After Edward followed Carlisle toward one corner of the room, I returned to the bar where Elizabeth sat upon one of the chairs. But this time, Emmett and Rosalie were with her. I gave both of them a hug as I said hello, but I couldn't even finish asking about when they arrived before Rosalie exclaimed, "You're engaged!" I was surprised. I didn't think Elizabeth would've said anything, and Edward never mentioned telling them. "I am," I confirmed. Rosalie must've seen the confusion written on my face. "Bella, I've been looking at your left hand every single time I've seen you for the past year, wondering when Edward was going to get around to proposing. Finally, there's something on that finger worth noting!" "Eddie's finally taking the plunge," Emmett remarked. "It's about fucking time." Elizabeth swatted her son's arm. "Language," she warned. "Well congratulations, Bella," Emmett continued. "I'm happy for the both of you." I conversed with them and some other friends who showed up to the party, but I hadn't had a chance to be with Edward again. He was busy meeting and greeting other professionals in the music industry, and I didn't want to keep him to myself. Finally, about half an hour into the party, the music went silent and I watched Edward tap at the microphone on the slightly raised stage in the corner of the room. "Good evening," he greeted as everyone halted their conversations and turned to pay him their attention. "I'd like to thank everyone who came out tonight, my family, my friends, my fans, and everyone else." He found me in the audience and grinned. "I have an announcement to make. Some of you might not know Bella." I blushed at the attention that I was about to receive, and Emmett laughed at me. "She's the most beautiful person in this room, but for those who might be otherwise biased, honey, why don't give everyone a wave?" I smirked and raised my hand above my head for a couple of seconds, noticing that all eyes were on me. Edward would pay for this later. "Well, this stunning creature has recently agreed to become my wife. We're getting married!" he exclaimed excitedly.
Emmett wolf whistled and everyone else applauded. "Bella, honey, I love you so much, and I wrote this song for you," he said, looking me straight in the eye the entire time. "Everyone else, this isn't on the EP or anywhere else. It's something new." Edward grabbed his acoustic guitar from its stand and secured the strap over his shoulder before he began playing the instrument, the music from the chords floating throughout the room. "Is it my fault I can't speak, or that my body becomes weak, or that I can hardly move at the very thought of you?" he sang into the microphone and right into my heart. "Nothing every really got to me. I could always turn the other cheek. Could it be those days are gone? Could've sworn that I was strong At least stronger than these emotions that are taking over me. I swear I'm stronger than these emotions, but they're taking over me." He continued the song with a couple of more verses and even a bridge, and by the time he finished, I truly was in tears. He had written songs for me before, but there was something special about this one. I could tell that he must have put a lot of time and energy into this song. Everyone applauded, and Elizabeth handed me a tissue from her purse. I wiped underneath my eyes and Rosalie helped to make sure that I cleaned up all the stray makeup. I should've known to wear waterproof makeup tonight. Edward said a few more things to his guests, descended the stage, and headed straight to me. When he saw my red eyes, he looked concerned. "Is everything okay?" "Everything is perfect," I assured him. "That was beautiful. How long have you been working on that?" He looked embarrassed before he answered. "About six months," he admitted. "It took a long time to perfect. I wanted it to be good enough for you." I was speechless, so instead of a verbal response, I reached out for his tie and pulled him toward me, my lips meeting his. I briefly remembered a conversation that I had with Edward back in a hotel room in Forks, Washington, before we were ever in a real relationship. "Do you believe in happy endings?" Edward had asked after we finished watching Roman Holiday. "Yes," I had replied. "I believe that some people get their happy endings, but I also believe that a lot of people will not." At that point in time, I thought, without a doubt, that I would be one without a happy ending. Edward, though, proved me wrong. He was my happy ending.
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BPOV As I washed my hands, I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, and for a moment, I saw the younger version of myself. I had longer hair that was naturally brunette, not dyed on a regular basis to cover up my gray roots. My skin was a lot smoother, and my lips had more color. But that vision lasted for only a moment. Now, as I gazed at my reflection, I was different and yet, still the same. It wasn't as though I had aged badly. I still looked pretty damn good for being in my mid-forties and not resorting to plastic surgery like so many of my friends down here in L.A. I just required more upkeep than I had in my twenties. I hadn't aged as well as Edward, though. I swear that man became more dashingly handsome with each passing birthday. His hair was stroked with gray, but unlike me, he embraced it. My friends liked to joke that he was becoming the next George Clooney. He wasn't quite as famous as George Clooney, however. He did indeed make a name for himself about fifteen years ago and he still performed from time to time, but Edward Cullen's stardom had dimmed in the past decade as music tastes changed and boy bands resurged in popularity. They weren't even the good boy bands like New Kids on the Block. No, these were boy bands whose posters littered my daughter's bedroom walls along with their autographed paraphernalia that she collected from the numerous concerts Edward or one of her friends' parents took her to. I took her and one of her friends to a concert once, and it was terrible. When I told Edward that he'd have to do it from then onward, he teased me and called me a music snob, but I truly couldn't handle it. It was already bad enough that our daughter blasted the music from her room. But a live concert, with thousands of screaming preteen girls, was even worse. The chime of the doorbell interrupted my daydreams. I hastily smoothed down my green knit dress, exited the half-bathroom near the kitchen, and strode down the hallway toward the foyer. Through the frosted glass in the front door, I could make out the figures of our guests, and I unlocked and opened the door to greet them. Leah Clearwater and her husband, Shane, stood on the other side of the threshold. Leah looked happy to see me, whereas Shane looked to be in awe of his surroundings, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. "Bella, it's so good to see you," Leah gushed, hugging me hello. "Thank you so much for inviting us over. It's been such a long time since I've seen you. It's been at least five years."
"Thank you for calling and telling me that you were going to be in Los Angeles this weekend," I returned. "It's wonderful to see you. I think I saw you when we went up to Forks one Christmas, which was probably about five years ago." Leah smiled and then turned toward her husband, a handsome man with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. "Bella, I'd like you to meet Shane, my husband," she introduced us. "Shane, this is Bella." Shane stuck his hand out. "It's a pleasure," he said sincerely. "You have no idea." I smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too." I stepped back and opened the door wider. "Please come in." Leah and Shane entered the house and marveled at their surroundings. It held three stories, if you included the full, finished basement, and was newly remodeled. Our house was certainly a far cry from those found in La Push, Washington. Footsteps sounded down the hallway before my husband entered the foyer, dressed in khaki trousers, a white dress shirt, and brown leather shoes. I angled myself toward him immediately. "Edward, you remember Leah," I started, "and this is her husband, Shane." Edward smiled at Leah and extended his hand. "Leah, it's great to see you again. Bella's been excited about having guests from Forks, even if it's just for dinner." "It's great to see you again, too, Edward," Leah said, trying to show an appropriately normal amount of enthusiasm. I could tell by her smile, though, that she was having a difficult time. "This is Shane." Shane looked like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. He took Edward's hand and shook it eagerly. "It's such an honor, Mr. Cullen. I'm a huge fan," he gushed. "I went to one of your concerts back in twenty-sixteen, and it was by far one of the best concerts I've ever attended." Edward nodded and chuckled. "I'm glad to hear it. And please call me Edward." "You should've seen my face when Leah mentioned that she was friends with your wife when she was a teenager," Shane commented. "I thought she was pulling my leg." Leah giggled. "You should've seen his face when I told him we were coming over for dinner." "Well, I'm glad you could make it," Edward replied. "Would you like a drink? I think dinner will be ready pretty soon" He glanced over at me for confirmation. "It should be ready in about five minutes," I told them. "Get a drink and I'll finish up in the kitchen." After they followed Edward into the living room, I returned to the kitchen. There were about three minutes left on the oven timer, but the microwave timer, which timed the pots on the stove, was about to go off. The meat had just been removed from the oven when Leah walked into the kitchen. "I hope I'm not disturbing you," she worried as she placed her glass on the counter. "Shane's talking Edward's ear off about music and stuff. I'm sorry about that. He's more than a bit
enthusiastic." "He's fine," I assured her. "Edward plays the humility card quite well, but I know that he secretly enjoys talking about the glory days." Leah nodded and then sipped from her glass. "Don't you have kids?" She glanced around, looking for signs of them, and then saw the picture frame on the wall which held a family photograph that was taken last year. She walked up to it to get a closer look. "They're beautiful. What are their names?" "Elizabeth but we call her Liz and Jackson," I answered. "They'll be down for dinner." "I can't wait to meet them," Leah replied, turning away from the picture frame. "Can I help you with anything?" I reached under the counter into one of the cabinets and pulled out a ceramic bowl. "Can you put the rice in this bowl?" She nodded, and I handed it to her gratefully. Leah helped me set the food onto the dining room table, and after Edward and Shane had arrived, I walked down the hallway to the staircase and stood at the bottom. "Liz? Jackson? Come down for dinner!" I yelled up the stairs. For the first ten seconds, there was no response, and then I saw my five-year-old son turn the corner. He had dark brown hair and green eyes. He wore an orange striped polo shirt, but he wore no pants and no underwear. "Jackson, where are your pants?" He shrugged and started down the stairs. I didn't know why, but for some reason, my son loved to take his pants off. I closed my eyes and shook my head momentarily before I started up the stairs, grabbed him into my arms, and started down the hallway. On the way, I stopped at my daughter's room. Her door was closed and I could hear the music a little too loudly than I liked. I knocked a couple of times before I opened it. She was sitting at her desk, instant messaging one of her friends on her laptop. She closed the window before she thought I could see. "Go downstairs for dinner," I instructed her, "and leave the cell phone upstairs. We have guests." "Fine," she huffed, standing from her hot pink desk chair. Her long bronze hair flowed down her back in loose curls, she sported a way-too-short jean mini-skirt, and her makeup was too heavy for her fourteen-year-old face. I quickly learned not to say anything about it unless I wanted her to give me the silent treatment for a full three days. Sometimes it just wasn't worth it. My son in my arms, I continued to his room and sat him upon the bed while I found his shorts. "I don't like those pants," he pouted while I tugged them up to his waist. "You don't like any pants," I remarked, "but you have to wear them. Big boys wear pants all the time." Jackson didn't look convinced, but he didn't put up a fight this time around, which was a relief.
Now that my son's genitalia weren't on display, he held my hand and followed me downstairs and into the dining room. Edward was still talking to Leah and Shane as they waited for me, and Liz was texting covertly or so she thought underneath the table. While Jackson climbed up into his booster seat, I reached into Liz's lap from behind and snatched the phone. She rolled her eyes but said nothing. She knew not to talk back to me when her father was present. Leah and Shane were introduced to our children, and soon afterward, we began eating. "So how are things up on the rez?" I asked eventually. Leah nodded. "Things are good. My mom got re-married to a man from Tacoma, but I like him. He's good for her. Seth is married with a couple of kids," she informed us. She paused and looked at me hesitantly. "Do you hear about Jake?" I glanced at Edward once before I returned my eyes to her. We hadn't talked about him in quite a number of years. "Sometimes, when my dad calls," I admitted. "Then you know that he settled down," Leah continued. "Who would have thought, ya know?" I chuckled hesitantly before returning to my plate. My dad had mentioned that he had gotten married a few years ago, but that was the extent of my knowledge. Charlie knew not to bring Jacob into our phone conversations, but sometimes things slipped in my father's old age. "Mom?" Liz asked, taking advantage of the break in conversation. "Jacinda told me yesterday that you were Dad's groupie and you threw yourself at him, which is how you two got together. Is that true?" I saw Edward's eyebrow arch in surprise. "I thought you said that you weren't friends with Jacinda anymore." "Dad, you don't understand. You can't not be friends with Jacinda Jones." Leah looked on curiously. "Who's Jacinda Jones?" Liz rolled her eyes. "Her dad is Damon Jones. Duh." "Watch the attitude," I warned her. It was the attitude that she developed when she became friends with Jacinda Jones, spawn of Damon Jones, the action movie star of today. The 1990s had Tom Cruise; the 2000s had Matt Damon; the 2010s had Shia LaBoeuf; and we had Damon Jones. It was our misfortune that his daughter and our daughter attended the same school. A couple of years ago they became best friends, and during a sleepover, Jacinda attempted to sneak out of our house. Despite her pleas, we called her father, and she had been a pain in my ass ever since. "Where did Jacinda hear that?" Edward asked in amusement. "She said she read it in an old Us Weekly," Liz answered.
Edward smirked and then laughed. "Yet again, Jacinda doesn't know what she's talking about," he informed our daughter. "I like to think that your mother was my groupie, but I met her before I started my musical career." My daughter looked at me with her dark brown eyes. "Then how did you meet?" I instantly reddened. This shouldn't have been an issue. Of course there's a story to how Mom and Dad met, but the problem was, Edward and I had two stories. One was the true story: Mom was too scared to go to a high school reunion by herself so she asked some random Starbucks employee, Dad, to go with her. There, they fell in love and lived happily ever after. Then there was the other story: Mom was a Starbucks addict, Dad was a Starbucks barista, and numerous run-ins led to their first date, which led to more dates, which led to them falling in love and living happily ever after. Our close friends knew the first story. I still remembered how embarrassing it was to finally admit to Alice, Angela, their significant others, and finally Charlie that Edward really hadn't been my boyfriend for a few months prior to our weekend trip to Forks, that he had been my fake boyfriend. "But, don't worry, we're together now, for real this time," they had been assured. Our acquaintances, however, knew the latter story, and that included Leah and Shane. Was I going to lie to my daughter about how we met, or was I going to admit, after sixteen years, that everything I told Leah on that beach in La Push was complete bullshit? Instead of deciding, I turned to my husband. "Honey, why don't you tell her the story?" Edward laughed aloud and took a sip of his wine. "Oh, but you tell it so well." I glared at him momentarily and took another gulp of my wine. "Alright. Well, it all began with a phone call. You remember Aunt Angela?" Liz nodded. "She called to invite me to my ten-year high school reunion. The problem was, I didn't have a date and I didn't want to go by myself, so I told her that I was going to bring someone, even though I had no idea who. I was stressed out, so I took a break from work to go to Starbucks, which is where I met your father." "So he was getting coffee too?" Liz wondered. "No, he was working there," I corrected her. Her eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God, Dad, you worked at Starbucks?" "I did," Edward said with a nod. "I can't say I miss it one bit." "Anyway, I don't know what happened, but I ended up asking your father to be my fake boyfriend for the weekend. Surprisingly, he agreed. So we went up to Forks and attended the reunion. We pretended that we were in love, and by the end of the
weekend, we actually were. That is how we met." "Are you serious?" Leah asked a few moments after I had finished the story. "You guys weren't really together?" I blushed and then shook my head. "No, we weren't." "Holy f-" she began to curse and then, remembering the kids, stopped herself in time, " moly. I remember meeting Edward on La Push beach. You two seemed so in love. Your charade was very convincing." "I wasn't pretending," Edward interjected. "Bella already had a hold on my heart that very weekend." He glanced back at our daughter. "Unfortunately, your mother didn't immediately feel the same way." "I so did!" I exclaimed. "I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I quickly came to my senses. That's all that matters." "You're right," my husband agreed with a nod of his head. "That's all that matters." He reached across the corner of the table and took my hand into his, squeezing it once. Liz groaned. "That story is even worse than you being a groupie, Mom. I mean, no offense, but it sounds kind of pathetic. And Dad, you worked at Starbucks." I shrugged. "It's the truth," I replied. "But if you'd like, you can go ahead and believe Jacinda's story. According to her timeline, your father and I conceived you before I even attended one of his concerts, became his groupie, and met him." "Oh my God, I don't need to hear this," Liz whispered as she picked up her fork and knife and returned to staring at her dinner plate. "I'm sorry that I even asked." Edward chuckled and then released my hand. "Okay. Consider the subject changed," he told her before turning toward Leah and Shane who sat across from me. "How have you enjoyed Los Angeles so far?" We finished dinner and made Liz clean up the dishes. I put Jackson to bed, and Leah and Shane stayed for another hour or two before they made a move to leave. There were promises of future dinner dates should they return to L.A. or should we return to Forks, and then they said goodbye and left in their rental car to return to their hotel. Edward closed the front door, locked it, and armed the security system. We were now alone in the foyer. Jackson was asleep upstairs and Liz was locked inside her bedroom for the remainder of the night. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. "Did you have a good time this evening?" I nodded. "I did. It was nice seeing Leah again, and Shane's pretty funny. I liked him." "I liked him too," he replied. I giggled. "You like him because he's still a huge fan after all these years." "I do like him for that," Edward admitted, "but I'd like him even if he hated my music." He ran his hands up and down my arms for a couple of seconds. "You handled Liz's question well.
"No thanks to you," I grumbled. "You left me to answer that question all alone." "She asked you," he argued with an amused tone. "And you know I love it when you blush." "Are you putting me in embarrassing situations for your own pleasure?" I challenged. "That's not a very loving thing to do, you know." "No, but as I recall, there are other situations that make you flush scarlet," he breathed into my ear. "And it's not just for my pleasure, but for yours as well." I tried to breathe steadily, but it didn't work. My respiration became shallow, and my heart raced in anticipated. We had an active sex life, but it certainly wasn't anything close to that in the days before children, and Edward still knew exactly how to turn me on. I grinned and took Edward's hand in my own, leading him toward the staircase. "No," he said, pulling me in the opposite direction. "Guest bedroom in the basement. I don't want us to worry about the kids overhearing for once." "We haven't done this in a while," I noted, running my hands along his smooth jaw line. "It's long overdue," he breathed before he drew my lips to his, embracing me sensually and passionately. I giggled and broke the kiss for a second. "Do you want me to pretend to be your groupie? You spot me in the front row of the crowd, and I sneak backstage after the show, and you ravish me in your dressing room." "You were always my groupie," Edward noted, "but there's no harm in role playing."
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