What Not to Watch with Your Boyfriend
Renee finally sends the rest of Bella's things to her.
3. Chapter 3
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“Edward you absolutely cannot call Emmett!” The mere thought of my older “brother” coming over to watch me embarrass myself was enough to get me to call the evening quits, “Edward, if anyone from your family comes over I will end the evening immediately!”
“Breath Bella, I was only joking! I would never do that to you, no matter how much I love your blush.” Of course his saying this caused me to blush, proving I really couldn’t deny him anything. “So after seeing that, what do you think is on the rest of these?”
“I really have no idea. The number of things Renee has video-tapped is huge. It could be anything from my first steps to my 16th birthday.”
“Well, shall we put another one in?” His eyes smoldered and I just nodded weakly without realizing what he’d asked. He went and put a different DVD in.
I hope mom had included at least one movie where I didn’t injure others, or myself but I wasn’t sure such a movie existed. This movie opened up on a church, which was weird as neither Renee nor I were even remotely religious. The windows outside the church were black, indicating night. Maybe it was one of the rare times Renee had made me go for Christmas Eve or something. Then I saw it. There was a baby grand piano in the corner.
I got up to stop the tape there; eager to make sure Edward didn’t see this.
“What are you doing?” He asked, “Sit down.”
“I’m trying to save your ears!” I said, “Trust me, if you hear this you will want to smash your piano, and I simply cannot let that happen!”
He laughed, “Bella, no matter what happens on this tape I promise I will not smash the piano! No come back here before I have to come and get you myself!”
I walked meekly back to the couch and sat down. This was going to be torture. I watched myself at age 11 walk out to the piano. I was wearing a pink frilly dress that Renee had insisted I have. Actually, come to think of it Renee was a lot like Alice in respect to my wardrobe…
It was supposed to be a simple song, Colors of the wind from Pocahontas. I think maybe playing a C scale would have been a better choice. I listened and flinched, continually looking to Edward to see if he had any reaction, but to his credit he kept up a brilliant poker face.
When it was finally over I let out a sigh of relief. Edward waited a moment before saying, “It wasn’t that bad.”
I stared at him in shock, “Edward, I think the ballet recital was better, certainly less painful to sit through!”
“How do you figure that?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious.
“You already knew I couldn’t dance, there was no reason for you to see what a musical klutz I am too!”
He laughed, “Well look on the bright side! You only have to sit through one more of these!”“Oh Joy” I whispered.