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Red Orchid

Summary:
This story is about Bella and Edward. How surprising.

Is Bella being changed?

Is she be losing someone dear to her?

Is Victoria causing any more trouble?

And what's with that strange room with the throne that keeps showing up in Alice's visions.. Does it actually exist or is Alice being deceived?

It all depends on Bella's future.
Fortunately Alice can foresee what will be happening.
But what will happen when that future suddenly isn't that clear anymore? Visions are changing and Alice is losing her confidence in what she's seeing. It has to make sense doesn't it?


Notes:


6. Cans of dogfood

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Cans of dogfood


I was still half asleep when I felt something ice cold touch my lips.

I shivered unwillingly.

Then I picked up a miraculous scent, although I fell asleep with this scent too, it was still as amazing as the first time my nose and this scent met each other.


The same as a few weeks before, I didn’t want to open my eyes. I wanted to dream on, I wanted this great scent never to fade away.

What a difference this was compared to back then. Then I was afraid it could be Victoria, but now, to be honest, I hadn’t thought of her for a whole week!

It was fantastic not to have to worry about my life every second of the day.

Then I opened them. I had to because Edward had started to tickle me and I couldn’t stand it. I twisted in several ways trying to avoid his hands. I tried to hit him with my hands, but because of the extreme laughter I couldn’t see so I just swung my arms through the air trying to find where he was. Of course I didn’t succeed.

“Stop!” I yelled at him through my laughing.

The only reason he stopped was because I was choking.

Still with a big grin,

Edward said:“You’re charming when you get tickled. I think I’m going to do it more often...”

“Dare...!” I started, still out of breath.

“Calm down I was joking” now he was laughing at me!

I was totally indignant, and this time I hit him as hard as I could, because I knew it wouldn’t hurt him anyway. And second, I wanted to abreact my irritation of him laughing at me.

The only thing that happened was my hand hurting like hell, and him saying that I should stop tickling him.

I was getting fretful, but then Edward looked at me with a beautiful smile and his eyes glowing. He looked really happy and now I was ruining it for him. I melted from the inside and pushed myself to his stone chest. God, I was happy at the moment. It felt like nothing could ruin this, not even Victoria or the Volturi.

I closed my eyes and pretended we were on a beach in Brazil, just the two of us. But then I couldn’t really picture Edward on a beach in Brazil with his swimming shorts on, so I changed my sight into us in the meadow. That suited really well. I was just thinking that we should go there again soon, when I heard footsteps downstairs.

Charlie had already gone to work, so that couldn’t be him. Maybe it was Billy who stopped by to drop off some fish for Charlie... But they would’ve rung the doorbell before coming in. I opened my eyes and looked at Edward. His eyes weren’t glowing anymore, not at all.

He looked alarmed.

“Edward, should w-”
“Sshh” was all he said.

Now, the footsteps came up the stairs.
They stopped in front of my door and seem to listen a moment if any sound came out of the
room.



Then the door swung open.

“Hi guys!!” Alice sparkled.

Then she noticed how astonished we were looking at her.

“So um... What’s wrong?” she asked suddenly serious, but with a curious twist.

“Thanks Alice. You just scared the hell out of us.” Edward replied grimly.

She was thinking, then she got our point.

“Oh! You thought I was..... Sorry...” innocent look.

“But, to move on to the next subject: I brought plastic, so we won’t spill any paint on the floor! And I brought tip-up seats so we don’t have to sit on the floor!”

She beamed at both of us, looking very proud of all the things she thought about.

We decided that it was time to start painting. I dressed and put on a pair of very old jeans and an old t-shirt I used to sleep in.

We started painting. We decided it was more useful to let Edward paint a wall on his own and let me do a wall with Alice.
Then she would climb the ladder and paint the upper parts.

I was safe! At least, that’s what I thought.
Of course there was the possibility of a bucket of paint that would fall on my head. Or tripping over my own feet and breaking a leg, but that last one could always happen.

And I had Edward here to watch over me.



Alice and Edward made me a delicious breakfast (I wanted to just grab a granola bar and start painting but they wouldn’t let me) and we were ready to work.

For my room, we had chosen a beautiful warm colour, it was sort of the colour of rust, but with more brown in it.

Rust was also how the shop called my paint. But I disagreed. Rust was all ugly and grainy.

My paint deserved a better name than rust.

In the shop, Edward and Alice had tried to convince me to take another colour than Rust.
But I wanted Rust in my room.

The reason why I definitely wanted this colour is that it reminded me of someone. Jacob. His skin, to be more precise.

I always admired that colour. It wás rust colour, but with much more brown in it.

Of course this colour couldn’t compare to the real colour of his skin. The reddish brown of his skin was much deeper and the tiny hairs on his arms made them seem so soft and warm.

Without noticing I had closed my eyes and in my mind I was seeing Jake smiling at me. Unwillingly, I had to smile.

I opened my eyes and saw that Edward was looking at me curiously. My smile faded a little bit, and I tried to ignore him.

I turned to the wall where Alice had already started. I bowed and dipped my big paintbrush in the paint.

The design was that two walls would be painted Rust, and the other two would be painted in a cream white colour. The furniture we bought was stored in the garage. When the paint was all dry in my room we would arrange how it would be put in.

Also, the old yellowed net that hung in front of my window would be replaced for beautiful creamy soft curtains.

But first, the paint would have to go on the walls.

I started to make big strokes on the wall, and while I saw the light blue of my old room disappearing for the rusty brown, my mind drifted to Jacob again.

Edward was one of the reasons, no actually the reason that Jacob and I hadn’t spoken each other for so long. Jacob and Edward were both so stubborn to hate each other, and I was still convinced that there was a possibility where we all could be friends.

Maybe a bit optimistic but I knew it could be possible. If they would just leave the past behind them, and the little detail that Edward was a vampire and Jacob was a werewolf.

And of course it was the fight about me. Jake should get a girl, maybe then he and I could just be friends and Edward wouldn’t have to be jealous if I did stuff with Jake and we would all be happy! Hmmm that was actually a good idea. I was going to do some match-making on Jake!

Then suddenly I realized Alice and I had already painted a whole wall! Edward was almost finished with his.

We stepped back to look at the result. I shot a look at Edward and saw he was still glancing at me a little worried but with definite curiosity in his warm golden eyes. I knew he was burning to ask what was going on in my head earlier on. And I also knew that I wasn’t going to tell him the truth.

It would definitely make him jealous and sour that the colour in my room, the space where he spent nights on regular basis, reminded me of Jacob, his enemy.

Of course, the way my walls reminded me of Jacob was totally innocent, and I didn’t feel as much love and affection for Jacob as I did for Edward. The way I loved Jacob was totally different than the way I loved Edward. But he didn't get that, he was a GUY so it was obvious.

Maybe the amount of my thoughts of Jacob was heightened by the fact that I hadn’t seen him in such a long time. I just missed him around me. He always made me feel at home and we could chat about anything. But that had changed in the past few weeks.

Months actually. After that night at the edge of the woods I had thought about him so much. He had seemed so desperate to reach me. To let me understand him again, because the old Jake had gone forever.

I couldn’t let go of the look in his eyes back then.

Alice was chatting about the other walls we would do after the lunch. It was around 12 and we (actually just me) would have a drink and eat something. Then we would go on with the painting.

I was quiet and Edward noticed.

We went downstairs. After the drinks Edward said to Alice that she should sit down for another minute, and maybe watch some TV. We would go to the supermarket to buy some sandwiches for me to eat.


“But there’s sandwiches here! Charlie said so, you don’t have to go and get them.” Alice said, breezy as always.


Edward replied:
“Yes but we’re going anyway.” And he winked at Alice.

She got it, and nodded.

In the hall on our way out, Edward got his coat and mine too. He helped me in mine, good mannered as always.

We walked outside and were quiet for a few minutes.


Then he started talking.


“Bella, I know something’s bothering you. And I also know you well enough to say with certainty that you don’t want to tell me.

"I was quiet. He spoke so calm, but it was almost as if he knew that I was thinking about Jacob all morning. But that wasn’t possible, he couldn’t read my thoughts.

“Oh I just...” trying to figure out a good way to get out of this conversation. Then a plea popped up in my mind.

“I was thinking about that you asked me to marry you,” I blurted out, hastily trying to sound honest.

He looked surprised, as if he didn’t expect this answer, but he seemed to believe me.

“And what were you thinking?”

Hmmmm difficult question, I hadn’t made a decision yet about the subject. Quick answer.

“I was just thinking about it. Nothing more. Because I haven’t made a decision yet if I want to get married or not."

He looked a little hurt. I immediately felt guilty.


“Sorry that came out wrong.” I quickly said. Then I took a little pause and looked in his eyes, that had gotten a dark, brownish gold. Maybe I should tell him the truth. No...

“I just don’t know if it’s too early to get married. Of course I want to get married to you, just with the whole Charlie and Renée thing... I don’t think they’ll agree.”

Now it was Edwards turn to be quiet. He was thinking intensely, looking at the case from my point of view.

“I see... We’ll think of a solution, don’t worry.” He smiled at me with love in his deep golden eyes, trying to comfort me. I could see how much he wanted us to marry. But there was always that bit of regret in his eyes when he thought about the condition. That was me becoming a vampire.

We walked to the shop, just to do something. When we walked through the shop aimless, I told Edward I was getting dinner for Charlie and me for tonight. We were here anyway so I could just aswell take it with me right now.

He walked with me while I got the things. I was making a special meal tonight, to celebrate that my room was painted.

I had made up this recipe myself, so it was just a matter of trying out whether it would work out right or not.

I was making salmon, Charlies favorite fish. To go with that, I had spinach with little cubes of Greek feta cheese mixed through it. And I was making mashed potatoes. It was not too difficult to make, after all, I had a whole day of painting behind me.

When I got all my ingredients, we walked to the cash-desk to pay, and then I remembered we were out of Olive Oil. That’s what I needed for the salmon.

So I let Edward pay and walked back to the aisle where the oils stood. I would come later and pay the oil. When I got the bottle of Olive Oil, I walked back to the pay-desk.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking, because my thoughts were blurry. When I went around a corner with speed because I didn’t want Edward to be waiting for me, I bumped in to a large person very hard. I stumbled backwards and fell right in the middle of a very large tower of dogfood cans.

The bottle of Olive Oil slipped out of my hand and fell on the ground in thousand bits and pieces of glass. But that wasn’t the worst thing, because now hundreds of cans fell down on my head.

I felt the hard round cylinder shape clatter down on me and after that heard them coming down on the black and white tiled floor. They made a loud metallic “Clang!” when they hit the ground. The sound of all those cans was deafening, like a train coming by.

I raised my hands to my head, closed my eyes and just let them fall down on me. When the last one had come down I slowly opened my eyes, groaning.

I expected to see Edward. But the first person I looked straight in the eye when I opened mine was the tall person I’d bumped into. I immediately stopped breathing.

It was Jake.