This is between Port Angeles and the meadow scene. I actually got the inspiration from myself. Last year, at school, these two boys were rough housing and ran into me, causing me to drop my tray, and make a huge mess. My friends call me a real life Bella...only without my Edward Cullen. :( Nonetheless, it's actually kinda cute. Again, both povs are told.
2. Chapter 2: Stubborn
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After a moment, I finally said, "So, you wanht to explain what just happened back there?"
"What--are you talking about?"
"I have to be honest; this doesn't seem like we're ditching for pleasantries."
He sighed, impatiently, "Drop it, Bella."
"No," I scoffed, "I thought we were past all the secrecy. Why can't you tell me?" He didn't answer, so I rolled my eyes, "You are SUCH a jerk!"
He grimaced, "Fine, I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won't do anything Bella-like."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I demanded, irritably.
"Emmett has been trying to get me to bring you over. He wants to meet you at our house. He wants you to come by later and watch a movie."
I shrugged, "That doesn't seem so bad--"
"Don't even think about it!" He said, firmly.
"You're not ready to meet them, Bella."
"I would love to meet your family."
"Has anyone told you what a stubborn ass you are?" I asked, irritably.
He snorted, "Yes, I've been told that a time or two."
"Over a hundred years and you only get told that once or twice? I don't buy that."
He smirked, "Well, thank you, I'm quite proud of it."
I scoffed, "Edward, please. I can do this. I want to meet them. Please."
"I can't do this," he protested.
"Well, this isn't about your capabilities; it's about mine and I can do this."
"Can you? Bella, you have no idea what you're risking."
"What, my life? Hah! Come on, I risk it by hanging out with YOU, don't I, what's the difference?"
"That's not funny, Bella."
"I'm not laughing!"
"The difference is I have a lot more motive than they do to control myself. Can they do it, sure, most likely. But I cannot put your life in the on the line for 'most likely'; that's not good enough."
"I trust you and your family. I have no doubt that it will all be fine," I protested. "Besides, what the hell more motive could you have than they don't?"
He flinched slightly. "Let it go, Bella."
"No, I'm not doing this anymore!"
Edward looked forward as he put his hand to his head, closed his eyes, and shook his head. After a moment, he looked at me, a pained look of anger crossing his features, and he nodded once. "Ok, fine, but one condition."
"What?" I asked hesitantly.
"You will stay by my side the entire time and do exactly as I tell you."
Like that will be a problem, I thought. The thought made me laugh slightly. "Deal...thank you...so much."
His jaw tightened and he nodded once in acknowledgement before speeding up. Once we got to my house, he waited in the car while I went to change. Then I went back out to the car and he sighed. "You sure you know what you're doing?"
"I think I can handle it."
He didn't answer as he shot out the driveway and said firmly, "Ok, here's the deal. You go, you meet them, we watch the movie, I bring you back. Otherwise, no deal."
"I can't just -"
"NO! I'm risking too much already. Don't argue or else no deal."
I wanted to argue, but he was dead set on it, and I wanted to meet someone from his family besides his dad. I didn't answer him, but glared out the window angrily.
After a moment, he sighed softly and said, "Bella, I'm sorry...but you don't understand how hard this is for me, knowing what's at stake here."
"And what is at stake here?" I demanded, jerking my head back towards him.
He simply stared ahead, his lips twitching slightly, and he whispered, "How can you ask me that?" so softly that I didn't answer, thinking that he was saying it to himself.
I felt bad now. I didn't mean to upset him, but he was so was so damn frustrating sometimes. He jerked his head up to look at me and said, "What do I have to do to show you what you mean to me? Bella, you...mean...so much more to me than anyone has ever had the power to do. Do you not get that?"
I struggled to breathe. If anyone got that, it was me. I doubted I could ever mean as much to him as he meant to me. It was impossible for that to happen. A century old or not, no one could ever comprehend or feel the love and devotion I felt for him. But I decided to humor him.
"Sorry," I said in a small voice, "I didn't know...I..."
"Yeah, you're damn right you didn't know," he snapped, causing me to wince. "You can't know; no one can know. But that's not why I'm so upset. You refuse to accept it. I have done everything from saving your life to being your friend and none of it's good enough for you. It's not enough to make you see."
"Make me see what?"
"To make you see that I -" He cut himself off and hung his head, ashamed.
"You what?" I asked softly.
He screeched to a stop and shook his head fiercely. "It doesn't matter. We're here."
"Edward, I -"
"Don't. Just...don't." He got out and was opening my door for me before I could get an apology in edgewise.