Edward never came back, and Bella changed. She is now a famous movie star. When Edward suddenly shows up, will she have room for him in her life?
This is my first story, so it may not be great!
6. Chapter 6
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I stretched out on the Cullen guest bed as I griped about why I was not allowed in the planning of the strategy. Suddenly, I heard a small knock. I sat up and called for whoever it was to come in. The door opened hesitantly and Rosalie stuck her head in the crack.
“Can I come in?” she asked, for once her face not a mask of hostility, but of shyness. Taken aback, I nodded and she slipped in the door, gently closing it behind her. She stood awkwardly at the door before I told her she could sit on the bed. She did so tentatively.
“So, what’s up?” I asked casually.
She bit her lip and said, “I guess I just wanted to apologize for how I was acting those two or so years ago. I know you’re the best thing that ever happened to Edward. I saw him when he left you, and he was a mess; completely unsocial. So, I’m sorry, I guess.”
I looked for a hint of sarcasm in her face, but all I could see was total sincerity. Surprised, I said:
“It’s fine. That was like two years ago. It’s not that big of a deal.”
She gave me the first genuine smile I think I had ever seen from her, which made her look even more beautiful. “Thanks,” she said, and left without another word. Slightly confused from that abrupt visit, I crashed back on the bed, and resumed staring at the ceiling like a whiny child.
It felt like hours, but it was probably only minutes before Edward entered the room. I had not even noticed his presence until he was standing over me.
I yelped. “Edward! Don’t do that!” I shrieked, trying to slow my racing heart. He chuckled at my shocked face. Then, I asked, “Have you reached a conclusion?”
His formerly amused face melted into one of gravity. “Yes,” he said darkly. “Come downstairs.”
I followed him eagerly to the meeting that had been held in the Cullens’ living room. Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Esme, Carlisle, and Jacob were all discussing something in low voices, and they immediately ceased their conversation when I entered the room, which made me feel very uncomfortable.
I sat down next to Alice, who had scooted over on the couch to make room for me. Edward had chosen a vacant chair across the coffee table from me. I squirmed, too squished to even bother making myself comfortable.
“So?” I prompted. “What are we doing?”
“You’re going to La Push, and we’re going to talk to the Volturi,” Edward said. “Hopefully they will be able to help us with Victoria, and then we will deal with them.”
“No!” I exclaimed. “What if you get hurt?”
“We won’t, Bella,” Carlisle said calmly. “Don’t worry. All you have to do is stay in La Push.”
“I’ll make sure she stays,” Jacob volunteered. I scowled at him, but he pretended to ignore me.
“Come on, Bella,” he said. “Grab your bag; we’re leaving now.”
I knew that arguing was not going to get me anywhere, so I stomped upstairs and began dragging by bag back down, all the while planning my escape from La Push and how I was going to help the Cullens.