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.
8. Chapter 8
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“I’m bored,” I stated and rested my head on my hand.
“Well, sis,” Emmett sighed. “You won’t let me,” I glared at him and he cringed and corrected himself. “I mean us; do anything to the pretty boy and ignorant girl.”
I glared at him again. “I’m positive they're naked right now sleeping, or even having sex.”
Both of our faces twisted in disgust. “Eww, never mind.”
“Lets wake them up,” Emmett’s face lit up with joy as he said this.
“Emmett,” I closed my eyes and he picked me up.
“No use in fighting, sis.” He laughed and walked outside to car, all while still holding me like a surfboard. He set me down.
“We’ll need a camera,” he said and I pulled on out of my purse and dangled it in front of his face. He snatched it up.
“That’s about it.” He ran around the other side of the car, and got in. I opened my door, and slid in.
He was staring out of the window. “I do have a house key, you know,” I laughed, and he pouted.
The ride to Edward’s place was filled with a very bad rendition of ‘I fought the law’ by a very tone-def Emmett.
We pulled into the driveway, and I jumped out.
I signaled Emmett forward with an army command I learned from the movies, and he ducked at the door.
Pulling my key out, I inserted it into the door and he barreled through.
“Shh!” I looked up the stairs and heard nothing, and closed the front door.
Emmett had gone into the kitchen and was now ransacking the fridge.
“Em!" I half shouted-half whispered across the living room. He turned his head towards me and smiled. "Got it!" he half-whispered back as he stuffed a marshmallow into his mouth.
I tiptoed in front of him and up the stairs as he followed.
"Get the camera ready," I chuckled, and slowly started to open the door. When it was fully open, the flash went off, and Bella and Edward both jumped up.
"Goooooooood Morning Seattle!" Emmett boomed, and then made kissing sounds while holding an air person.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Edward shouted as Bella pulled the sheet up. Edward scrambled to cover her as well. Emmett and I broke into a fit of laughter.
All of a sudden, a torn up pillow came flying directly at Emmett, and some of the feathers fell on me.
"Ew, sex pillow feathers!" Emmett screamed like a girl and ran.
I wasn't far behind.
Say hello to the new Christmas card.
"Hey, are you alright?" I asked Bella as she hid under the covers.
"No," she mumbled, and then sighed.
I pulled the sheet down enough so that I could see her face, and I stroked her cheek.
"It's Emmett and Alice," I reassured her. "What's the worst they could do?"
"That’s the problem," she mumbled, and rested her head on my chest. "Do you know what they're capable of?"
"And that fazes us why?" I raised an eyebrow, and she groaned and got up.
"Because," he raised the eyebrow this time, "they're part of your family, and you have the least mischievous gland out of everyone. And what Alice will do for clothing."
I pulled her back. "And?"
She pulled away again, and walked into the bathroom adorning the bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower."
I got up, and ran to the bathroom. "Not without me."
My face was bleak as she picked her purse up. "You really have to go?"
"Yeah." She sighed, and grabbed the door handle. "I'll see you later." And with that, she was out of the door. And there went my day.
I probably had a stupid pout on my face while I was looking for something to do.
Drinking wasn't an option, I had Bella.
So, what to do?
Publisher mumbo jumbo and even more publisher mumbo jumbo.
I could've been doing better things right now. For example, Edward.
But I was listening to my publisher and editor complaining about not having any material from me in six months.
"We need something, Isabella," my publisher chastised me, and my editor nodded. "How long do you think your second book will stay on the charts?"
"I don't know," I shrugged, and glared. "If you’re so eager for me to write something, why don't you actually pay me before hand for once?"
Both men laughed. "Yeah, sure."
"Your fired, then," I spat. "I'll buy the rights to my first two books back, and cancel the movie."
"You wouldn't dare," my publisher shouted, and pounded his fists on his desk. "You'll be ruined without us, Bella. You'll never be able to be bigger than you are."
I grabbed my stuff and smirked. "Wait and see, gentlemen, wait and see."
I didn't know what to do.
Halo had gotten boring after I killed everyone in online play.
My mind began to stray as my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered, and stared at the priceless painting I had on the wall.
"Hi," she sighed. "Can I show you what I've written?"
"Yeah." I ran my fingers through my hair. "When are you getting here?"
"Right now," I felt two hands slide over my chest, and I pulled her to me.
"Well, hello there, love." She smiled at my comment and handed me her laptop.
I sat down as she sat next to me. Opening up the laptop, which was already on, I clicked the file and opened it.
I was engrossed.
She had made her characters seem so much like us, yet so much less ignorant and stupid.
My head turned toward hers, but my eyes were still focused on the screen.
When I was done, I looked at Bella with wide eyes.
"Why didn't you show me this earlier?"
She blushed and looked away. "Because, I didn't know how you'd react."
"You were worried about that?"
"Okay." My eyes drifted to the coffee table with the laptop on it in front of me.
Something was missing.
"Add dialog," I murmured, and pulled her to me. "Explain why he's so sensitive about giving in. Why he's such a prick when it comes to her."
She laughed. "What? Like you?"
I grimaced. "Sure. I'm not such a prick any-"
"EDWARD! I LOVE YOU!" The persistent banging and the measly noised voice only meant one thing.
Bella and I both faced each other.
"Oh, shit it’s-"