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A Change in Monsters

When Bella comes back from Renee's after Edward leaves in New Moon, she has trouble coping. Will she ever find love again? Sam/Bella

NO EMILY! Just so you know! She's not in this story, never will be...

15. Shopping

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I woke once again, my heart rate accelerating as I remembered last night. I was still on the ground with Sam, my head resting against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around me.

There was a blanket pulled up under my arms, and I realized that neither of us was wearing any clothes.

When had that happened? I though lazily. Then I remember everything from the night before.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I felt Sam murmur against my head as he slowly woke up.

“Hey, handsome.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Wasn’t the morning after supposed to be awkward? Or, was that only in the movies?

I contemplated that while Sam ran his fingers through my hair, planting quick, yet strong, kisses on the top of my head. I looked up at him, my hair falling over my eyes. Sam reached up with one hand, and pushed the strands behind my ears. I heated up slightly, and then reached up with one of my hands and started rubbing my thumb over his bottom lip—back and forth.

I wanted so badly right then, to kiss him, just kiss him and forget everything in the world, like I had last night.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered quietly.

“Just about how much I want to kiss you. Kiss you so much, that I would forget the world.” I blushed from admitting that to him, but was glad I did.

“Then you should.”

“I would,” I admitted sheepishly, “but I have to go to school.”

“I don’t think that you should. I mean, you all ready missed more than half the day.” I gasped, not realizing that I would sleep almost all day. I tried to bounce up out of Sam’s arms, but he held me to him, not letting me go.

“Don’t leave; you all ready skipped most of it. And anyway, if I drove you to school right now, what do you think people would say?” I had to agree, he was right. It would cause people to ask nosey questions.

I rested my head gently against his chest once again considering what I could tell Charlie if word happened to get out that I wasn’t at school today? I tensed up slightly, and Sam felt it. He started rubbing circles into my back, and I looked back up at him.

“I want my kiss now,” I murmured, my lips placed on his chest.

“Anytime, anywhere,” he whispered hoarsely.

I slid up his body so my lips could reach down to his comfortably. I pressed them down on his. Softly at first, but working its way to become more pressured and open-mouthed. Sam’s tongue entered my mouth without holding back. His tongue danced along mine.

We pulled about awhile later gasping heavily. We both smiled slightly, and Sam sat up slowly, moving so his back was against the wall by his bed. I scooted up next to him, wrapping my arms once again around his waist.

He sighed out loudly, his breathing finally getting back to normal. Mine was still going haywire, though.

Sam laughed softly at my breathing and kissed the top of my head quickly.

“Bella, Bella, Bella,” he whispered into my hair. “What are we ever going to do with your breathing problems?” I blushed and kissed him again, playfully.


Charlie, thankfully, had not heard any rumors. He had also not been home when I got home, so he hopefully would never suspect or find out that I had skipped school. There was no possible way that I could explain to him where I had been and what I had done.

Ever since that night, I had found it difficult to stay away from Sam for a long period of time. I’m guessing that it was one of the imprinting things. I guess I get drawn to him as well as him to me.

Charlie allowed Sam to come over after school and then we spent most of the weekends together.

One day after school and after Sam left, Charlie had to sit me down. “Bella,” he started, “I know that you must like Sam Uley a lot, but what about all of your other friends. I even hear that Alice is back. You should do something with her. Didn’t you two always go shopping together and have sleepovers?”

I nodded slowly. It was true that Alice forced me into shopping, but generally, when I spent the night with “Alice”, I was never with her. I was with Edward all night, but I wasn’t going to tell Charlie that.

“You should get back together with Alice and start doing some things together. Or, what about Mike and Jessica and Angela? You used to have fun with them, too. Hey, why don’t you all go see a movie or something? Like go to First Beach again.”

“Dad,” I groaned. “Jessica and I don’t really hang out any longer. And Mike doesn’t seem to understand the concept of ‘just friends.’” Charlie had laughed heartily, but let the subject drop for the time being.

Being the good daughter I was (not), I called up Alice and Angela and asked if they wanted to go on a shopping trip in Port Angeles, and then possibly have a sleep over afterwards.

Angela agreed, and so did Alice with loads of enthusiasm packed in. She volunteered to have the sleepover at her house on the Friday at the end of the week. Just about three weeks after I had spent the night at Sam’s.

I was a little skeptical about going to her house with the rest of the Cullen’s there. I mean, it seemed to me like I was the one that had caused Edward’s death. I didn’t think that Esme would ever forgive me for her first son to be dead, and Carlisle’s best friend would be gone. I couldn’t even imagine how Rosalie would treat me. And then Emmett I could see forgiving me along with Jasper.

When Friday rolled along, I didn’t even think I could get out of bed. I had been wondering this past week what could possibly be pushing me out of bed each morning. Especially this morning. I knew that I would have to see the Cullen’s when Alice, Angela, and I got back from shopping. I hoped that they wouldn’t be too mad.

The last bell of the day finally rang, and I took my time walking to my locker. I knew that we would be shopping for while, and…I was just acting like a big fat wimp. I would have had to face the Cullen family some time anyway, it was better to get it over with. For all I knew, they had hated Edward so much, and had not said anything for my sake. I sighed. That wasn’t going to happen.

Alice was standing by Angela’s locker chatting animatedly about what stores we were going to end up going to. I groaned inwardly, but continued walking up to my locker, which was situated next to Angela’s.

“Hey, guys,” I said in what I hoped was a chirpy voice.

“Hi, Bella,” Angela sang, not noticing anything strange.

Alice however creased her eyebrows together thoughtfully. “Bella,” she dragged out slowly.

I ignored her questioning look and opened my locker and stuffed my books in my backpack. I slung the strap over my shoulder and slammed my locker shut, turning toward Angela and Alice.

“All right,” I said to them. “Let the torture begin.” They both laughed at my comment, but Alice’s questioning look was still planted on her face. I brushed it aside and started heading out to Alice’s car. I had asked Charlie to drive me into school today, and Angela did not have a car of her own. So, Alice had been voted to drive us to Port Angeles and then to her house.

When we got on the freeway, I turned the stereo up louder and let the music flow into my soul. I closed my eyes tightly and started singing along with the words. I did not think that I had ever heard this song before, but I knew the words so I must’ve.

I could feel my voice growing louder and louder, but I knew that it was droned out by the music blasting from the stereos.

I felt a light tapping on my shoulder, and I could distantly hear someone calling my name. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was still in Alice’s car, but we were in a parking space at the side of the road.

“You have a very nice voice, Bella,” Angela said quietly. I gulped.

“You guys could hear me?” I asked, blushing fiercely.

They both nodded.

“Wasn’t the music on?” I asked.

They both shook their heads.

“There was never any music on, Bella,” Alice told me. Concerned looks covered both of their faces.

“Oh,” I mumbled. “Guess I was hearing things. Are we going shopping or what?”

“Yes,” Angela said, obviously sensing that I was feeling awkward. “We are. Come on.” I smiled gratefully at her and started to open the door, but Alice’s hand wrapped around my arm.

“Are you all right, Bella?” she asked real concern filling her eyes. I nodded. “No, no you’re not. There is definitely something wrong. What is it? I can’t help you if you won’t tell me.”

The truth was that I couldn’t tell her, I wouldn’t tell anybody what was wrong with me until it was absolutely necessary. There was no point in saying it when I didn’t need to. And Alice wouldn’t be able to see it in her vision because of the whole Sam and werewolf thing. I was a little worried about Jasper feeling my feelings when we got to their house. Whenever that would be.

“Alice, I really, really do want to tell you, but I can’t. I can’t tell anyone. Not yet anyway. Maybe when the time is right.” I smiled at her a little bit, and she shook her head slowly, but smiled a little, too.

“Bella?” she asked quickly. “Do you promise to tell me?”

“Yes,” I strained.

Alice gave me one last long look, but then shook her head quickly again, and opened her door to climb out.