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Message in a Bottle

Edward's parents have just died. Bella just broke up with long time boyfriend, James. Neither know the other exists until Bella finds Edward's message in a bottle on the beach. Can love overcome death and pain? AU/AH messageinabottle.jpg picture by doomedsoul1212

So this is a story i've been thinking about doing for a while. Read on!

4. Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Burn It To The Ground


I sat on my front porch with the note in my hands for a long time, holding the note in my hands. When the sun started going down I stood up and unlocked my door. I dropped my keys and purse on the small table by the door and walked to the living room.

I pulled out my cell phone and hit speed dial one. Calling Alice… Flashed across the screen. I put it on speaker and sank down on the couch. “Bella?” Alice said by way of greeting.

“Yeah Alice, do you think you could come here?” I said shakily.

“Sure Bella, what’s wrong?” She asked, I heard her keys jangling and then the sound of an engine starting.

“I think I should explain in person.”

“Ok, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Okay, bye.” I pressed the ‘end call’ button and leaned back, closing my eyes.

As she said, a few minutes later my doorbell rang. I stood up and let Alice in. She turned facing me, her hands on her hips. “Explain.” I just picked up the note and handed it to her. She read it and I saw the comprehension settle in her eyes when she looked back up at me. “James?”

I shrugged. “That’s the only logical thing I can think of.”

“Let me call Emmett.” She pulled out her phone and pressed in his number. I walked back to my living room and sat down again. Alice came in when she was finished talking to Emmett and sat down next to me. She rubbed soothing circles on my back until the bell rang again. She stood up to let Emmett in and I could hear them talking in the doorway.

“She’s been so much better since they broke up.” I heard Alice say.

“I’ll kill the bastard.” I cracked a smile. Violence was always the answer in Emmett’s book.

They entered the room a moment later. “You’re staying with us.” Alice said in her bossy way. “Now go pack and we’ll drive you over right now.” Alice was turning drill sergeant on us again, well me mostly.

“Okay I’m going!” I trudged up my stairs and into my bedroom. I made a mental note to call in sick tomorrow. I grabbed a duffle and threw in a few pairs of jeans, some shirts, a skirt to please Alice, my bag of toiletries and my laptop.

I ran down the stairs and tripped on the second to last one. Emmett kept me from falling, but he was laughing the whole time. “Same old Bella.” I felt my face get hot. Alice just rolled her eyes, a smile turning the corners of her mouth up.

She turned to me as we left my house and walked towards her car. “You know, now that you’re staying with us, WE CAN GO SHOPPING!” She squealed. I resisted the urge to clap my hands over my ears.

“Alice, remember what happened the last time we went shopping.”

“Yeah, you fell down the up escalator and broke your leg and someone else’s arm.” Emmett was laughing again at the memory. I huffed and stalked the rest of the way to the car, a blush staining my cheeks.

I slid into the driver’s seat of my Porsche and started the engine. Alice hopped into her car and took off down the street, Emmett followed in his monster jeep, and I followed Emmett.


Alice and Emmett’s guest room reflected Alice’s design technique, just like the rest of their apartment. They’re not together or anything, more like brother and sister. I dropped down on the bed and let my duffel slide off until it hit the floor; I was asleep within seconds.


Morning dawned bright and sunny. I groaned and rolled over, pulling my pillow over my eyes. After a few minutes of quiet I sat up and pulled my laptop out of my duffel. I needed to send an e-mail to my boss, letting her know I was taking some time off for personal reasons. I hadn’t taken time off in a long time so I don’t think she’d mind.

As I waited for my computer to load I changed out of yesterday’s clothes and brushed my teeth. By the time I was done with that my laptop had loaded an automatically connected to wireless Internet.

I opened a browser and signed into my e-mail. I typed a letter to my boss and clicked send. I knew she checked her e-mail as soon as she got in so I had I figured she’d get it soon. When I returned to my inbox I found an unread message from an eamasen@gmail.com. I clicked on it, curious and scanned the letter quickly.


You have no idea what it means to me that you read my letter and replied. I want to thank you for that simple fact. I have to agree with you, the president is, in your words, a ‘dumbass’. Tomatoes are definitely not a fruit. Math is wonderful, you just have to get used to it. Many men are pigs; myself included half the time. You mentioned your best friends Alice and Emmett and they remind me of my best friends Jasper and Rosalie. Jasper and Rose and twins, much as they’d like to deny it, and are probably two of the most loyal people you’ll ever meet. Thank you again Bella. It means more to me than you’ll probably ever know, but thank you anyways. You don’t have to reply to this e-mail, I’m not expecting it.


It was from the Edward Masen that I sent the response letter to! I should have known that from the last name, but it’s early in the morning so my thinking abilities are not at their best.

Why wouldn’t he expect me to respond? I thought for a moment as I added his e-mail to my contacts list. It said he was online so I started a chat with him.

Bella: Edward?

Edward: Bella?

Bella: Perhaps…

Edward: Silly Bella. Let me formally introduce myself. I am Edward Cullen, writer of the message in the bottle.

Bella: And I am Bella Swan, receiver of said message in said bottle. It’s a pleasure to meet…er…talk to you Edward.

Edward: The pleasure is mine.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks for absolutely no reason. I rolled my eyes at myself and continued typing.

Bella: How are you doing?

Edward: As to be expected, I suppose.

Bella: In other words, you’re terrible and putting up an act for those around you?

Edward: How do you read me over a computer?

Bella: Because I understand the feeling, to an extent.

I went through the same thing when I was with James. Everyone was always asking me if I was okay or if I was happy and I would put on a face and smile and say that I was perfectly fine. To be honest I was scared of what he’d do if I broke up with him or told someone the extent of what he’d done.

Edward: I’m sure everyone’s put up an act for someone at some point.

Bella: I’m sure you’re right.

Edward: I’m always right.

Bella: Sure, sure.

I smiled fondly at that. It was something I’d picked up from Jacob back when I went to Forks. Now I avoid the place.

Edward: Why do I feel like you don’t believe me?

Bella: Because I don’t.

Edward: I’m hurt.

Bella: Good.

Edward: You’re crushing me ego Bella.

Bella: And that’s a bad thing?

Edward: Fine, be that way.

I couldn’t help smiling and then that smile orgasmed into a laugh. I sat there on my bed cracking up as I typed.

Bella: Do you realize how much you sounded like a little kid? Edward: I did, didn’t I? But anyways how are you? Bella: Slightly scared/creeped out.

I thought of the creepy note and shuddered.

Edward: Why? Bella: My ex-boyfriend left a creepy note on my door. Creepy being and understatement.

Edward: Creepy note?

Bella: Yeah, “You didn’t think I’d give up that easily, did you?” CREEPY!

Edward: That is creepy. What are you going to do about it?

Bella: I’m staying with my best friends, Alice and Emmett. Alice is a feisty little pixie and anyone that messes with me is messing with her. And take my word for it; you don’t want to mess with Alice. Emmett is built like a tank and would take a bullet for me. They’re both amazing.

Edward: Have you reported it to the police?

Bella: I can’t because I have no proof that it was actually James. If I did, I would report it right now.

Edward: Then how do you know it was James?

Bella: I have a feeling. Besides I don’t know anyone else that would right something creepy like that. Now can we get off that topic and onto something a little more cheerful?

He didn’t respond for a minute and I almost asked him if he wanted to stop talking to me, but before I could he started asking random questions.

Edward: Okay, what’s you favorite color?

Bella: Green.

I blushed deeply at that. Up until I started picturing Edward my favorite color had been red. Now it was the emerald green that I thought his eyes would be.

Edward: Favorite flower?

Bella: Freesia.

Edward: Favorite fruit?

Bella: Strawberries.

Edward: Favorite song?

Bella: Claire De Lune.

Edward: You know Debussy?

Bella: Only my favorites. My mom had a classical music craze when I was living with her.

Renee always had her crazy fazes. I shook my head just thinking about some of them. Like the time she wanted to take base-jumping lessons, base-jumping being one of the most dangerous things around.

I spent another couple hours talking with Edward before telling him I had to go pack. And I did. If I was going to be staying here until the whole James mess was cleared up I was going to need some more clothes than I brought.

I sent one last IM before logging off my computer and shutting it down.


“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CLOSET???” Alice screamed when she pulled open the door. Nothing had changed since I’d been in it last.

“What do you mean?” I asked, completely confused.

“I raised you to have a better fashion sense than this.” She reached in and pulled out a neon orange and bright blue skirt. “What the hell is this?” She asked.

I blushed and looked down. “I don’t know.” I mumbled.

“Bella, you’re a lousy liar.” She said, but let it go. Thank god, there was no way I was telling her about that dare. Emmett better keep his mouth shut.

Alice was helping me pack up more clothes and other essentials while Emmett was at work. “Seriously Bella we have to go shopping!” She was staring at my closet, her face full of disgust. “Because this is just sad.”

I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. Alice will be Alice. “Fine I will go shopping with you.” I knew there was no way I would say no.

“Good, but now I have to go back to work so go back to the apartment and get settled.”

“Yes sir!” I saluted her and turned on my heel, marching back to the door chanting, “Left, left, left right left.” She gave me a glare as she passed.


The next morning I woke up early and turned on my laptop. I may only be an editor, but that doesn’t mean I don’t dream of being a writer. I almost started work on my story immediately, but the Internet explorer button was just begging me to click it.

I sighed and gave in, opening the browser. I signed into my e-mail only to find that Edward wasn’t online. I shrugged, trying to ignore the disappointment and left the page up as I opened Microsoft Word.

I sat for a few minutes, staring at the blank screen before standing up to get some coffee. I needed to go into work today so after I finished my coffee I picked out an outfit that Alice would approve of and left their apartment. As soon as I sat down in the driver’s seat I turned the radio up and sang along with ‘Burn It To The Ground’ by Nickelback.

It turned out to be a slow day so I spent the morning on the computer waiting for Edward to sign on. When he didn’t the disappointment hit me just a little bit harder than this morning. He said he’d be on today, but maybe he was lying. Why would he like me anyways? He’s probably better off.