Tragedies and Sins
In an alternate universe, the Cullens are human. The beautiful boy that sits next to Bella in Biology is cold, hard, and not exactly friendly. He doesn't speak to her; she doesn't speak to him. These two human beings resort to minimum interaction with each other. And yet, she finds herself falling for the man that she knew never had a clue. Slighty OOC.
Hey guys! This is Tragedies and Sins, my second fanfic. Read, review, enjoy!
7. Chapter 7: Don't Dare for Distance
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I swear that woman was going to be the death of me one day. Jasper and Emmett dragged me along to the front of the diner, and there she was, blushing in all her Bella-esque glory. She was dressed in low slung straight jeans, and a dark blue tank top. Tendrils of her hair fell from the bun atop her head, framing her face in a tormenting way. She greeted me shyly, and walked beside me as we entered the low-ceilinged building.
The two owners that all six of us knew very well, Pam and Dave, greeted us casually. After arranging ourselves at the usual booth, I ended up taking the seat across from Bella, which was quite unusual. Typically she sat halfway around the circular table, out of my line of view, but not near me either. The change was quite welcome.
Emmett told some joke that I missed while thinking about the new seating arrangements, and Bella’s tinkling laugh startled me out of my daze. Rosalie said something about the condition of Bella’s truck, and I joined into the conversation. Eventually, two separate conversations were being held at once. Emmett had joined me and his girlfriend on the debate of the state of the engine, and Bella, Alice, and Jasper were talking about some school work the next day.
Eventually I got bored with eternally arguing with Rose, which obviously had no end, so I joined the other existing conversation. Once Em and Rose realized that they were being excluded from the conversation, they exchanged looks and slid out of the booth, and disappeared after paying for their milkshakes. I noticed Bella was on the phone, presumably with her father. She asked him an inaudible question and gave thanks and farewells, and looked up at Alice.
“The mission’s a ‘go,’ Alice.”
The aforementioned sprite bounced in Jasper’s lap, causing him to grimace and hold her down by the waist. I laughed at his discomfort. “What’s the mission?”
Bella looked at me in surprise, seemingly because she hadn’t noticed that I joined the conversation. After blushing slightly, she answered. “Oh, Alice wanted me to stay over tonight so she can do my hair tomorrow.”
I nodded smiling. “Do you guys want to do a sleepover?” The term sleepover was used solely for our giant slumber parties.
Alice squealed and nodded. She looked around. “Well, aren’t we the cool kids? Chilling at the local sockhop on a Sunday night.”
We all laughed at her, then she looked over her shoulder at her partner’s face, and she frowned slightly. Leaning back to whisper in his ear, she furrowed her eyebrows and slid off his lap.
“Hey, guys, Jazz isn’t feeling so hot. I’m gonna take him back to our place, and we’ll set up for the sleepover. You guys have fun!” She led Jasper back to the car, paying their bill on their way out.
“Well, Bells. It’s just you and me.” I raised an eyebrow, feeling the left side of my mouth twitch up into a half-smile.
“You and me, Edward.” Just as I was about to slide over closer to her in the booth, a waitress sauntered over to our table. I use the word saunter lightly. It was more of an awkward strut. I had never seen the girl before in the restaurant, so I assumed she was new.
I looked straight across the table at Bella, desperately trying to avoid the cleavage shoved at me by the young woman with a notepad. Her chest was threatening to pop out of her shirt at any moment, and I wasn’t enjoying the view. I ordered for Bella, suddenly and certainly unexplainably losing my appetite.
Bella’s eyebrows headed down and together when she looked at the waitress. With her lips pursed, she ordered a Coke. Her expression was softer when she turned to me, and I took the opportunity to suggest moving to a smaller table. As soon as she got up from her seat, I jumped to her side, placing my hand on the small of her back. I leaned my head down to whisper in her ear.
“Is there something wrong, sweetheart?” I stressed the term of endearment slightly; making sure the ostentatious waitress overheard me. Bella giggled indistinctly, and shook her head.
After being seated at a table for two, I was much more nervous. I no longer had the separation of our friends between us. I wasn’t sure if I trusted myself with the responsibility.
“You look lovely, Isabella,” I offered as a compliment.
She blushed and murmured a quick, “Thanks,” before looking at the lingering waitress out of the corner of her eye.
I noticed her hesitation to speak caused by the intruder. I narrowed my eyes and turned to the girl.
She had blonde frizzy hair that had much too much product in it, and her skin was excessively tan. She batted her eyelashes at me repeatedly, giving her the appearance of having a mild case of eye Tourettes. I motioned for her to come closer, and she giggled and pushed her chest out. Dropping my voice to a whisper, I spoke eloquently into her face.
“Excuse me…”I peered at her nametag, regretting my failure to put my contacts in. “Tanya, could you please leave? As you can see, I really like the girl I’m with right now, and I don’t want you and your fake boobs to screw things up.” A crooked smirk accompanied my lovely little speech.
I heard a snort come from Bella, and I cracked a smile in her direction. I straightened up in my chair, and looked disapprovingly in the waitress’s direction. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was gaping. She cleared her throat lightly, and walked back into the kitchen.
I twisted back to face Bella. She was absolutely beaming.
“So, Eddie, you really like me, huh?”
“My name’s not Eddie, hun.”
She smiled. “I know, Edward. But stop distracting me and answer the question.”
“Hmm, it’s a stretch, but you’re passable.
She raised an eyebrow.
“I’m just joking, Bella. Of course I like you.”
She smiled, and lowered her voice a little. “I like you, too.”
Pam, part one of the adorable aging couple, advanced towards our table with a plate of mushroom ravioli for Bella, and a refill for her Coke.
I smiled at the fact that the girl Tanya had been sent running with her tail between her legs. Anyone who made my Bella feel inferior deserved it.
Bella thanked Pam and smiled, picking up a fork. I watched her slowly bring a forkful of food up to her mouth, and slowly slid the food into her mouth.
I observed her roll the ravioli around on her tongue, and a little moan escaped those full red lips. Something resembling a growl threatened to spill out of my throat, but it came out more like a squeak.
She looked up in surprise, and then realized that I did not order any food for myself. “Oh, Edward! I’m being so rude. I hate eating in front of people that haven’t eaten themselves. Are you going to order something? Or do you want some ravioli?”
I chuckled at her ramble, and assured her that I wasn’t hungry. “Are you sure, Edward?”
Bella finished her small portion of food, and we sat a talked for about thirty minutes or so. We eventually got onto the topic of books, and she mentioned Jane Eyre. “I loved that book. Especially the end, where Jane still has the connection with Mr. Rochester, even though they were miles apart. That always seemed so romantic to me.”
I smiled at her, and quoted my favorite part of the book. “’All my heart is yours... It belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever.’”
She gasped slightly, and grinned broadly at me.
“Sometimes,” I explained further. “Quotes from books inspire me when I’m composing for the piano.”
“Oh! I knew you played, but I didn’t know that you composed. Can you play for me sometime?”
“Why, of course, sweetheart.”
She laughed freely, and I raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing.” She bit her bottom lip fiercely, as if holding back a response.
“Nuh-uh, none of that. What’s so funny?” I repeated.
She faltered before speaking. “Well, I think it’s really cute when you call me sweetheart. I hate it when people call me baby, or babe, or anything like that. I’m a woman; I can take care of myself.”
I nodded in agreement.
She carried on. “Sweetheart is affectionate, but not in a demeaning way. I like being called sweetheart, because it implies that I am a sweet person.”
I responded. “I understand. Over years, I’ve seen a lot of our friends’ relationships. I think Rose likes to be called baby, because everyone has always expected her to be strong and independent. She needs someone to baby her. However, I think Alice would castrate anyone who called her baby. So Jasper calls her sugar, or some other southern shit.”
I snapped my mouth shut. I didn’t like to swear in front of a lady.
But Bella just laughed, letting the profanity roll off her shoulders. “Where is Jasper originally from?”
“Well he was born here, but his parents are from Texas. He was so much less outgoing than Rosalie when they were little, so he inherited all his parents’ southern habits, when Rosalie absorbed the habits of those around her.”
Bella nodded. “That’s kind of the opposite of me. Even though Charlie raised me, I still had to help take care of Renee a lot. I think I turned out like the opposite of her, because I was always too afraid of ending up like her.”
“That’s something to be proud of Bella.”
She smiled, and looked at the time on the clock on the wall above my head. “Oh! It’s getting late. Maybe we should head back to your house?”
I nodded, and helped her out of the seat. We walked to the front, where we paid at the counter, and left. I made sure to wave patronizingly at Tanya before leaving. Bella simply chuckled and swatted my arm, demanding me to be nice.
The ride home was silent, but not awkward. I held Bella’s hand the entire time. As we neared my front door, I turned to her. “Hey Bella?”
She stopped walking and spun around to face me, a look of surprise on her features.
“You know how I said that I liked you tonight?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“Well, it’s true. I really, really, like you.” I pulled her into a tight hug, and she squeaked. I pressed a light kiss on the top of her head. “Let’s go inside, before Alice blows a gasket.”
Bella looked up at me, her eyes shining. We walked up the porch steps, and I slid my arm around her thin waist. We entered into the foyer area, and we encountered Carlisle and Esme heading off to bed.
Esme smiled at my hand on Bella’s hip bone, and said goodnight. I leaded Bella into the living room, where there were color coded sleeping bags lying everywhere on the floor. Alice’s lime green one was located right next to Jasper’s black one. Rosalie’s Pompeian red sleeping bag was snuggled close to Emmett’s army green, and my dark blue was next to Bella’s magenta.
I grinned, Bella usually slept between Jasper and Emmett, and now I had the right to sleep next to her. I tried not to think about the implications.
Although Charlie didn’t really approve of these giant sleepovers, he knew nothing would happen when we were all together, and it really was impossible for us to sneak off into our rooms with Carlisle and Esme right next door.
Alice was sitting primly on the sofa, with Jaspers blonde curls in her lap. He looked to be sleeping.
“Hey, Edward, help me get him into his sleeping bag.”
I walked over and lifted Jasper off of my sister, and she slithered to her knees on the floor to unzip his sleeping bag. I slid him into in, and Alice tucked him in. He wasn’t completely asleep, but tossing fretfully.
“What’s wrong, Alice?”
“I don’t know! He hasn’t been sleeping well lately, and--”
“Wait right there, sugarplum. How would you know that he hasn’t been sleeping well?”
“Oh, stop being such a prude, Edward. He told me so.”
“Mmmkay. Carlisle will probably have to look at him a bit in the morning, though.”
Alice nodded in accord.
I realized that Bella was standing awkwardly in the doorway, and I beckoned to her. She walked slowly over and Alice’s expression cleared.
“Hey, Bella! I’ve got some pajamas for you to wear.”
Bella and my sister headed up the stairs to Alice’s room, and I followed them up to mine. I was torn on what to wear.
Ugh. When did I turn into such a girl?
I finally just decided to put on a plain white t-shirt and some long and loose blue boxers over a pair of boxer-briefs. Not my usual outfit, but an acceptable one. I went downstairs to the kitchen, popped some popcorn and grabbed waters for everyone. When I returned to the living room, everyone was already there. Emmett and Rosalie had arrived, and were snuggling together on the couch. Bella was sitting on the floor wrapped up in a blanket, leaning against the front of the sofa. Jasper had awoken, and was reclining in one of the La-z-Boys with Alice in his lap.
I went and handed the giant bowl of pop corn to Emmett, then sat down next to Bella. I couldn’t help but notice the way she leaned slightly towards me when I sat down, and I patted her hand lightly. I noticed that they had put a DVD in, but I wasn’t paying attention to the television. I leaned my head back, and it hit Rosalie’s foot by accident. I expected her to lash out, smacking me or something of that avenue, but she just chuckled and ruffled my hair.
Smiling at Rose’s unexpected response, I snuggled slightly closer to Bella, and caught a whiff of her scent.
It smelled of freesia and strawberries. It was my favorite aroma in the world. I inclined closer to her, so I could inhale deeply without her noticing.
But nothing slid by Bella, and she turned to look at me oddly. She leaned towards my ear.
“Did you just sniff my hair?” she whispered so no one could overhear.
I nodded and kissed the spot above her ear. I had no idea what was causing me to be so forward, so outgoing with her. It was almost like she set me free.
I grabbed her warm hand, and held it in mine. My extremities, my ears, nose, hands and feet are usually colder than the rest of my body, and it was nice to have my fingers warmed by another’s hand. She slipped her hand out from underneath mine, but before I could express disappointment, she threaded her fingers through mine. We laid like that for an hour or so, and the movie was drawing to a close. I snapped out of my Bella-induced haze, and looked around. Everyone was in their respective sleeping bags, and had fallen asleep, excluding Bella and I. I caught her eyes, and we laughed quietly. I reluctantly rose from my now cramped position, and turned off the television.
I unzipped Bella’s bag and helped her slide into it. I did the same to mine, and we turned to face each other. I brought my fingers up to brush my lips, and then touched them to her cheek. She blushed pleasantly.
“Good night, Edward.”
“Good night, sweet girl.”
She smiled, and closed her eyes. I was about to do the same, when she opened them. “Edward?”
“I really, really, like you, too.”
I grinned and hugged her in an awkward, horizontal way.
She closed her eyes finally this time, but I lay awake for quite a while after the fact. I was mulling over what she said, and the suggestions behind it.
Did she like like me?
What the hell did she mean?
While contemplating all the wonderful possibilities, I heard a crack of thunder in the distance.
I remembered Bella mentioning that she was deathly afraid of thunderstorms. I looked down at her and sure enough, she had started tossing and turning in her sleep. I reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Edward… hold me…”
I looked at her in surprise. I had sworn that she was asleep. Yet, her breathing was still slow and even, and her eyes were closed. She was asleep. Her back was to me, but she had turned her face towards me. I shimmied a little closer to her, and tentatively pressed my torso to her back. She immediately stopped squirming, and pressed into me.
I then recalled that she said she had always spoken in her sleep. It was mostly about what she was dreaming about, according to her mother.
She was dreaming about me?
I smiled broadly in the dark. I ran my hand down her side and placed it on her hip bone. I could only dream of touching her this way when she was awake.
I pressed my lips to her neck, and I was finally granted sleep.
I woke with a start in the morning, wrapped around a very warm and slick body. I flickered open my eyes experimentally, trying to find out where I was. I heard Esme’s voice kindly asking me to wake up, and her hand was rubbing my arm lightly. I turned my head towards her voice, and slowly blinked open my eyes.
“Mmm… hey, Esme,” I mumbled.
She chuckled. “Hello, Edward. Honey, wake up. It’s a Monday morning.”
I groaned, and realized that I was still pressed against Bella’s back. She was still sleeping soundly. “What time is it?”
“It’s about 6:30, son. School starts in an hour.”
I mumbled a response, and became conscious of the fact that my hand still lay on Bella’s hip bone, and how it was tantalizingly moving beneath my fingers.
“Edward, can you wake Bella, while I wake the others? She looked so sweet; I didn’t want to disturb her.”
“Of course.” I shook my head to clear my mind, and I gently separated myself from Bella. She mumbled something, and turned around so she was facing me. She reached out to me, and I grabbed her hand and pulled it to my chest.
“Bella, sweetheart, wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. “Good morning, Edward.” She squeezed her hand around mine, and slid her hand from my chest to my shoulder. I grabbed her hand, and brought it lightly to my lips. “Morning.”
I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. “C’mon, Bells, time to get up. It’s 6:30.”
Bella bolted awake. “It’s six thirty!”
I was confused. We had about forty-five minutes before we had to leave.
“I always get up at like six. It takes forever to get ready with Alice’s instructions.”
I laughed at her silly worries, assuring her that Alice could get her ready within minutes. I halfheartedly rose from the ground, and stretched. I walked into the kitchen, following the scent of fresh chocolate muffins. I grabbed one and swallowed it in two gulps, and took another one for the journey into the living room. The trip up the stairs was quick; the change into new clothes followed suit. After slipping on some shoes, fluffing my hair, and brushing my teeth, I was ready to go.
I heard giggling from Rosalie’s bathroom, and I knocked on the door. Alice’s voice was heard from the doorway, and I entered. Bella had gotten dressed, and Rosie was performing some sort of torture on her face that including power and paint, and Alice was doing her hair.
Bella smiled in my general direction, and gave a little wave. I leaned against the doorframe. “Hey, Al, we’re not all gonna fit in the Volvo today. Which car do you want to take?”
“Ooh! Edward! Can I and the girls take the Porsche?”
As much as I didn’t want to be separated from Bella, I realized that I was acting like an obsessively clingy boyfriend, and I wasn’t any of the three. I smiled and nodded. “Jasper, Em and I’ll take the Volvo. See you girls at lunch.”
Bella spoke then. “Bye, Edward.”
I grinned at her voice and left the room. Emmett and Jas were wrestling in the dining room, and I laughed before breaking them up. “Hey, you guys cool with taking the Volv?”
“Sure thang, Eddiekins.” Emmett teased.
“Alright, then we need to go. School starts soon.”
We all walked out to my car, and we started the drive to school.
For once, I was actually looking forward to this.
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