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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.

9. Chapter 9

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“Are you going to get that?” She nudged me and lifted her eyebrows.

“Maybe,” I looked at her wide eyed. “You go get it.” In reality, I was deathly afraid of anything to do with Tanya.

“Fine,” She sighed. “You owe me.”

To my surprise, she took a deep breath as I covered my eyes. I cringed in waiting for the door to bust open and a terrorizing blond to trample me. But I realized the computer had been on. The video was of Tanya and I from years back, when Emmett threw me into the closet and she was banging on the door screaming I love you. I closed the window, but not the laptop.

How ironic.

The door was knocked on for real this time, and I covered my eyes in anticipation again.

And then, Bella started to laugh as the door opened.

“Hey Carlisle! Hi Esme!”

I moved my hands from my face as I saw my parents hugging Bella. What in the world were they doing here? They were supposed to be back home in Chicago.

“Hey,” I shook my head as I walked towards them. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We heard about you and Bella,” My mother raised her eyebrow and hugged me. “I can't believe it took you that long to do it. And besides, can't we visit our son?”

“Leave the boy some slack,” My father laughed, and patted me on the back. “He had to figure out if he was any good before he wanted to tackle Be- Ouch! What was that for?”

“Shush, Darling,” My mother squeezed my father's face and moved to the couch. It was always a fun day with my parents.

My mother took a close look at the open laptop on the table. “What's this? And ooh, why is it so... sexual?”

Bella flushed red as I closed the computer. I could only assume that it was the very detailed sex scene she read. And that was not any good.

“And thats also what I came to talk to you about,” My mother picked up Bella's T-shirt from the floor, made a face, and dropped it again. “You two need to have safe sex. And that means condoms for both-”

“Mother,” I practically growled. She was not going to have the sex talk with me at the age of 23, no way. “We're old enough already. We know what prot-”

“You can't be too safe,” She chastised me further, and my father put his face in his hands. Bella was flushed red, and my cheeks probably had a pink tint to them.

“Can we please stop this conversation?” Bella struggled to get out. “This is clearly making everyone uncomfortable.”

“I agree,” Carlisle said with a sigh of relief. “Darling, lets do something.” I loved my father for many reasons, and this was one.

“Oh, fine,” My mother sighed in defeat. “You two must join us for dinner tonight. La Bella Italia, at eight.” I mentally had a scoreboard in my head. So far, I was winning the game of defeating embarrassment. I had bella on my side.

She got up from the couch and kissed Bella and I's cheek. “At eight!”

And with that, she left.

I did a mental victory cheer in my head.

Bella was flushed red as she shyly shuffled her feet and looked down at the floor. What was she so embarrassed about?

“Bella Italia,” She mumbled, and looked up, smiling. “Remember last night?”

I smirked, and pulled her to me. “Do I? I think I need a reminder.”

And a reminder was what I got.