I Love My Best Friend
Edward loves Bella, but he's the 'best friend.' Will he ever get over his insecurities that he feels about telling her how much he loves her?
Or will he just be the best friend for the rest of his life?
Rated for later chapters, and Cannon pairings later on.
EXB fic. AH very OOC.
I think I'll try this. Tell me what you think. Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the twilight universe.
5. Chapter 5
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“Morning sunshine,” Edward turned around from the stove, and smiled at me.
“Morning,” I grumbled and leaned on the kitchen table. “Wacha up to?”
“Making breakfast.” He picked up his spatula, kissed me on the cheek and went back to cooking.
“What was that for?” I asked as I sat down.
“Nothing.” I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was hiding a smirk.
“I'm going to catch you laughing at me one of these days,” I yawned and stretched. “You'd better be ready for it.”
“Oh, I will be.” He turned around, and just as I suspected, that smirk was plastered on his face.
“Now your going to get it!” I jumped up, and tackled him. He fell to the floor. “You didn't even try to do anything!”
“I know.” His smirk grew wider, as he flipped us over.
“In the kitchen?” My eyes widened, and he rolled off of me.
I was just joking.
“Very funny.” He got up and went back to cooking breakfast. I sat back down.
I looked out into the forrest, and pondered.
What was he so mad about?
Was it the fact that we didn't do anything last night?
Or was it the fact I was still with Jacob.
Why did I do this?
I had wanted Edward for so long, but I took what was available.
Knowing that Edward's available, it seemed ironic that I wasn't.
All odds were stacked against us.
Best friends were never meant to be somehow.
Maybe it was just a stupid fantasy.
A stupid fantasy I longed to live.
A tap on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts as the scent of pancakes bombarded my senses.
“Your breakfast.” He bowed, grabbed his food, and sat outside. He was either pissed off, or fighting with himself. I couldn't tell.
Wasn't my fault he was mad.
Or was it?
She just didn't get it.
She didn't fucking get it.
She thought she could just do anything, anything at all, and it would be okay.
It was never okay.
She liked to fuck with me. She liked to make me miserable.
Did I like it?
But I was masochist when it came to her.
I would stay no matter what.
It was all for her.
And somehow, in my mind, I knew that wouldn't change.
I got up out of the lawn chair, and walked inside of the kitchen.
Bella wasn't there.
Why did I care?
I don't know.
I love her.
Thats the only real justification I have.
I tossed my plate carelessly in the sink, and started to rummage around the refrigerator.
Taking out the vodka, I took one long swig and put in back in.
She wouldn't care.
I had kissed her, and she tackled me.
Why did that affect me so much?
She still had Jacob.
That son of a bitch I wanted to strangle.
You know what? That sounds like a great idea.
I walked to the den, grabbed Bella's phone and my keys, and walked out of the door.
He didn't deserve her.
She didn't deserve me.
I wanted her to be with me.
Life wasn't fair.
I hopped into my car, started it up, and drove to that bastard's shit of an apartment.
Pulling up to the driveway, I got out, popped the trunk, and pulled my tire iron out.
Why was I doing this again?
I hated him for having Bella.
He cheated on her.
How did I know?
I just knew.
I strolled up, knocked on his door, and when he opened it, punched him in the face.
Two girls shrieked, grabbed their clothes, and ran out the back.
I knew he was cheating on her.
Never underestimate my judgment.
He stumbled back, quite late I may add, and grabbed the wall with the hand that was not on his face.
Bastard got what was coming to him.
“Leave Bella alone.” My tone must have been menacing, because he nodded. “And I mean it. If you don't, lets just say you'll never have existed.”
I backed out of his house, and jumped into my car.
No reasons to not be together anymore.
No reasons to not love each other.
As soon as I was at my house, I ran to the door, and flung it open.
Bella looked at me shocked, and then she walked to me a bit and stopped.
“I'm sorry for being such an asshole. I never meant to be. I'm sorry.” Her eyes weren't pleading, they were somehow filled with an apology.
My feet, on their own accord, moved forward as my hands moved around her waist.
No time had to be wasted.
No time to be spent on meaningless things.
Only time for us.
“I love you,” I breathed and kissed her.
My lips molded perfectly with hers, as her tongue slipped into my mouth. Our tongues did a rhythmic dance before I pulled away. I softly brushed her cheek with my palm, and looked her in the eyes.
“I love you, too,” she murmured, and rested her head on my chest.
She loved me.
Things would be alright.
Maybe best friends could love each other.
Maybe dreams do come true.