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I Love My Best Friend

Summary:
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.


Notes:
I think I'll try this. Tell me what you think. Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the twilight universe.


6. Chapter 6

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1298   Review this Chapter

“What did you do last night?” He twirled a strand of my hair in between his fingers. I hid my face in his chest.

We had been snuggling for a good hour or so, and chatting mindlessly.

I knew this was going to come up. I just didn't know when.

“I went to the 'police ball', or whatever you call it, with my dad,” I tried to make it sound like thats all that happened. Unfortunately, Edward liked specific details.

“It seems you're leaving something out.” His face was in my hair now. Would telling him I love him stall him for a bit?

I could try.

“Love you.”

He put a finger under my chin, and lifted it. His eyebrow was raised questioningly. “And?”

“And,” I mumbled, and hid my face in his chest. “James crashed it. He wasn't there for me, or anyone else. Apparently, he was there with,” I had trouble saying her name, “Tanya. He got drunk and decided to play with his gun at some random place. He had no idea I was going to be there.”

I was hoping he'd drop it.

“James?” He practically snarled, and I flinched.

Things were perfectly fine, and now he was mad. Again.

All because I couldn't tell my best friend lies.

I pushed myself up off of his chest.

“And? What about James?”

He shook me. “James! The James who cheated on you!”

“Do I care about James now!?” I screamed, and got up off of the couch. “Do you think James matters? All I care about right now is you and me, and if you can't see that-” He kissed me before I could say anything drastic.

Now he was stalling.

I didn't mind the least bit.

He knew I was being a bit of a drama queen at this point, and he must've seen through it.

He pushed me back onto the couch, and hitched my leg up on his thigh.

I reluctantly broke the kiss, and he smirked at me.

“I think we should go on our first date first.” He got up off of me, and I felt a sense of loss. It was quickly replaced as Edward grabbed my hand and crushed me to him once I was off of the couch.

“What would you like to do, love?” he asked.

He called me love.

I did an internal happy dance.

“Oh, I don't know. Italian?” I just blurted out whatever came to mind. I was still basking in the thought he called me love.

“Get dressed, and I'll meet you out in a few.” He winked at me, and went to the kitchen.

I ran to his room and did a funky, only seen behind closed doors, dance.

Life was good.

Epov-

What was I doing in the kitchen again?

Reservations for Bella Italia. Right.

Reluctantly picking up the card that a waitress gave me last time I went there, I dialed the number and waited.

“Hello?” A bubblegum chewing woman answered the phone.

“I'd like to make a reservation for two, please.”

“Wait a second.” She popped her gum.

I felt like breaking the damn phone.

Bella thought the James deal was just a game.

It wasn't to me.

If he dared to even go near her, I would-

“Got it. Thanks. Bye.” The annoying lady hung up the phone.

Less agitation, which meant a little bit of time to think.

She always thought everything could not be taken seriously.

The thought of him having a gun made my blood boil.

Bella strolled into the kitchen, grabbed her purse from the table, and walked out.

She was never really a purse person until she started her job.

Her job.

I hated it down to the very last drop of hate I had.

They made her seem like she wasn't a human being.

They made her seem like she could do anything.

She couldn't, and we both knew that.

If she could boost the dreams of girls everywhere, good.

But if it somehow backfired, just because of this movie deal, I would take her into hiding.

No need to make her less of a person.

She's impossibly perfect and imperfect the way she is.

And I love her for being that way.

Even if it did seem impossibly hard to keep up with her.

I would do it every day until I died.

She mattered everything and more to me.

Hearing the car start up, and I ran out of the house, locked the door, and slid into the car.

“Where are we headed?” she asked. We had been here a million times before.

All those times not knowing we loved each other.

All of that time wasted.

I didn't answer her.

Complete silence comforted me for once as I held her hand over the clutch.

Things would be okay.

I drove, and drove, until we finally came to a stop in front of the restaurant.

She got out as I got out, and I gave the valet my keys.

My arm automatically wrapped around her waist, and her head rested on my shoulder as we walked.

This seemed like an oddly familiar position.

Her book.

This was a scene in her book.

A book I loved to death.

A book that seemed like it was her and me, but in another world. Another circumstance.

I shook the thought from my head.

She could start a whole new book. A book about our lives together.

A book about our love, now knowing we love each other.

That sounded cheesy, but I didn't care.

I opened the door, and she walked in front of me, and up to the hostess.

The hostess was chewing gum.

Figures.

“May I help-” She looked up from her book, and ogled me. “you?”

Old muffler sound again. Couldn't they get a better sound to be their bad purr?

She took a glance at Bella, and her jaw dropped.

“Your-Your-Your-” The hostess stumbled for words, and grabbed a pen and the book she was reading.

“Yes, I'm Isabella Swan,” Bella smiled and autographed her book.

“Okay, so like, what, like, happens in the fourth book?” She was completely unfocused on what we were here for.

I cleared my throat, and she looked up. “Cullen. Table for two.”

She nodded, and looked through the reservations. She smiled as she looked up and grabbed menus. “Right this way.”

She led us to the back of the restaurant and left as soon as we sat.

She didn't pester.

She didn't cling to the table.

For once, I was grateful of Bella's fame.

Was I ever jealous?

No.

I had no reason to be.

Bella didn't sit across from me, she sat next to me.

Both of my arms were wrapped around her, as my head rested on her shoulder.

“What do you think we should get?” she mumbled, and I nibbed on her ear.

She was always cute.

She giggled, and pointed to the single thing we'd order every time we came here.

Mushroom ravioli.

The waiter strolled up to our table, and got his pad ready.

“What will it be folks?” he asked. He didn't ogle Bella, and that, I was grateful for.

“Mushroom ravioli, and a bottle of your finest wine,” I said, and focused on Bella's neck.

Two purple spots were forming.

I kissed them both.

I hated hurting her, and I hated marking her.

The waiter nodded, and left.

She turned to me, and captured my lips with hers. My hands rubbed small circles into her hips and her hands wove themselves into my hair.

All too soon, the wine came, and we had to break apart.

And the fact that we both needed air.

“Anything else?” the waiter asked. We both shook our heads.

“Your dinner will be served shortly,” And with that, he left.

I focused on her.

She focused on me.

All we did was stare at each other until the food came.

And after we ate the food, we kissed to the car.

Then we started to kiss on the way home.

And somehow, the sexual tension had built up in some enormous size, because the minute we got in the house, there wasn't any boundaries.

All I knew was that I had to buy a new headboard.

And a new pillow.

And possibly, a new desk chair.