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Midnight Sun Cont'd in my words

Summary:
It is absolutely driving me nuts that Stephenie won't finish Midnight Sun, not that I blame her by any means; she has every right to be pissed off, but I can't help but be curious as to the rest of MS and what else happens, so I decided to finish it for her and post it here for you. Hope you enjoy it; keep in mind that this is NOT Stephenie's writing, so yeah, it's gonna suck. Sorry, but what are you gonna do. This picks up right where SM left off--pg. 226 of Twilight--right after Edward drops Bella off saying, "Tomorrow it's my turn...to ask the questions.


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2. Chapter 2

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I paid no attention to how much time had passed, just lost in the daze I have subjected myself to ever since my return to Carlisle those many years ago. It just made it easier to deal with life if I simply didn’t exist.

I was used to this, comfortable and satisfied with going through the motions of putting on a mask of humanity to the outside world, and one of being fine with my family. If I had a dollar for how many times they had asked me how I was doing and I had replied with my usual toneless “Fine,” I really would be richer than God.

They had always accepted that as my standard answer, never challenging me, just letting me be. Until recently, that is. Until she came into my life, that is. I’ve had to work a lot harder on my poker face and never let onto my true feelings.

But, they never needed me to say how I felt; they’ve already recognized the signs by now, considering they all had someone they felt the exact same way about. It was no use pretending to be fine anymore, and it was working less and less these days.

They just pushed me on it until I either gave in and admitted the truth or they pissed me off so bad I went into a rage, and would trash a room or two--or sometimes objects--(like the garage, which I still claim was not my fault).

Alice, Emmett, and Rosalie were by far the worst. Alice simply pushed me because she likes Bella and wants to meet her personally. Not that I blame her, but I do know the real intentions behind this is that she hopes if we keep Bella around long enough, she can sway her into wanting to change, and manipulate me into giving in.

Bella seems to have no problems with the concept, strangely enough. And, I was called the unnatural creature. Mythological authors clearly hadn’t met her before. She beats anything supernatural I’d ever read about.

Emmett was still a little hesitant about the whole human thing, but he had grown to accept her more and more. He truly was worried about me and did want to meet Bella--only to see what the big deal with her was. He didn’t understand what I could possibly see in a human that I didn’t see in Rosalie or Tanya. He usually tried to keep those thoughts to himself though, considering he truly valued his jeep and knew that if he kept this up, I’d run it off the nearest cliff. Plus, he was thought I was just absolutely insane for not having sex with her yet, but again, he tried to keep those thoughts hidden from me.

Rosalie…didn’t necessarily hate Bella, per se, but she sure as hell did not like her either. She was insanely jealous of the fact that Bella was just human and had options, unlike she did. She loved making comments and doing little things here and there just to piss me off, hoping that if I did all the wrong things, Carlisle would just make me leave and this mess would be fixed once and for all. At times, she had considered going after Bella and just killing her herself, but she knew if she did, Carlisle and Emmett would both be disappointed in her and she didn’t want that at all, so she restrained herself much like I did. Only for very different reasons.

As a human, I never really had been stubborn, never really having a reason to be, but now…my vampiric nature combined with my love for her made me quite the stubborn-ass from time to time. I was constantly on edge, always worrying about her, always anxious for her.

Speaking of anxiety, my anxiety was about to burst…I had been away from her far too long, I was almost trembling with how much I so longed to be with her.

Mm, Bella. What was I going to do? I had no more solutions than I did when I collapsed onto this couch however long ago that was. Nothing to make any of this better or worse. So all I could do was the only solution I had at the moment: go see Bella.

She had to be long asleep by now and God knew I was long tired of waiting around, doing nothing. Seeing Bella was the only thing that could calm me, that could make me feel better…or worse, depending on how you looked at it.

“Ugh, damn it,” I muttered, with a small sigh, covering my face with my hands and squeezing my eyes shut tightly, shaking my head with frustration.

I took a deep breath and held it for a moment, before saying irritably, releasing my breath as I did so, “Emmett, I swear to God, if you stick that pinkie into my ear, I’m going to rip it off.”

“Aw, damn it,” Emmett said, like a disappointed child.

I opened my eyes and looked to see him about to give me a Wet Willy and smacked his hand away, before sitting up. “Emmett, Carlisle delivered a newborn infant at the hospital a couple of days ago that had more maturity than you.”

Emmett’s childish grimace suddenly changed into an amused smile as he clapped me on the back. “Sorry, bro., the opportunity was just too damn good to pass up. You lay with your head turned to the side, your ear’s facing me, what choice do you really leave me with?”

He showed me his pinkie. “My Wet Willy needs another fix. It’s startin’ to have withdrawals. Look, see.”

He wiggled it back and forth rapidly, making a show of it, until his whole arm was shaking and I smacked his forearm out of my way, giving him a glare as I walked past. “Oh, I see, you’re having your Bella withdrawals. I get it. Want me to leave the room or…?”

I thrust my elbow into his ribs, making him grunt, and said, “Emmett. Really. Not the time. Not everyone is like you and Rosalie.”

He shrugged, still rubbing his ribs, “And, that’s your loss. Got no idea what you’re missing out on, my brother. You know, keep this crap up, you ain’t never gonna get laid, man. I’m really starting to worry you.”

I grimaced slightly, “I bet you are. Look, Emmett, please stop, okay? I don’t think of Bella that way, you know that.”

Emmett blew a raspberry, “Yeah, I know, that’s what worries me. Come on, man, a freakin’ century without getting any and you’re telling me she hasn’t gotten you even a little worked up. I mean, I’m not really the best judge, considering, but…I don’t know, I’d say for a human she’s pretty hot.”

A low growl escaped the back of my throat and I had to concentrate all my energy on not hitting Emmett. That would not go down to well with Rosalie…or Carlisle. Damn it.

“I mean, I know she makes you happy in the sense that you aren’t always hiding out and sulking anymore….well, that’s not completely true…” Emmett continued, totally oblivious to my anger, “And, yes, that’s all well and good, but does she make you happy-happy? As in…oh, boy this is awkward…do you often fantasize, I don’t know, holding her hand…kissing her…holding her…touching her…”

He cringed more and more with each phrase, sensing that I was getting pissed, “Does your happy place…react in happy ways…when you think about her, in ways you don’t understand?”

“Emmett, for the love of God, stop, I beg of you.”

He didn’t catch the anger in my voice. “Do you often think about seeing her naked and gettin’ it on all night long with her? Or maybe you’re just impotent? Aw…doesn’t work?” He asked, patting my shoulder, nodding downward.

With another growl, I finally turned on him, slamming him against the wall, pressing my forearm against his chest, making him gasp in surprise.

“Whoa, whoa, hand off the merchandise, buddy.” He shoved me off and stifled a smile, “Why, Edward, I tell you, I’m quite flattered. And, a little frightened. But, I don’t swing that way, bro. Yet another good point.”

“Do not…talk about…Bella like that.” I nearly growled.

“Oh, come on, Edward, I’m kidding. Lighten up, man.”

Without another word, I turned and stormed out of the room, not acknowledging his words. “That doesn’t look like lightening up to me!” His voice followed me down the stairs.

“Yeah? Where’ve you been the past few decades?” I asked, dryly yet sarcastically at the same time.

He grinned and shrugged, “Touche. But, still, I mean. Where you going, man? It’s only 9:30, no way she’s sleeping this early.”

“She goes to bed early.” I informed Emmett. Not that it was any of his business.

“Oh. Right. I forgot. What a little wussy. Geek.” He muttered to himself.

I turned on him again and he smiled broadly at me, like nothing had happened. “Yes, Edward? You wanna take this outside, cause you can run to Timbuktu, but if I ever do find your ass, you know who owns it.” He gestured to himself proudly. “So, what do you say? Up to three minutes in the ring?”

“I say rain check. Bye, Emmett.”

I reached the door and touched the knob when Emmett placed a hand on my shoulder. “Edward, wait, wait, wait.”

“What?” I said, irritably, turning to look at him, dreading what he would say already.

He leaned into me and lowered his voice, “Stay out of her underwear drawer, huh.”

I looked up behind him and forced a slight smile, “Oh, hey Rose.”

Emmett’s eyes widened as he turned around and said, sheepishly, “Oh, hey Rose, I was just--hey!”

He turned back around with a scowl. “Dirty little liar.”

I raised my eyebrows, with a chuckle, “See, I laugh. Bye, Emmett.” I smacked his head as I passed by him before walking out the door and shutting it behind me.

I ignored the thoughts of everyone around me as I took off running, both for the exhilaration and the element of not getting caught. I could make a quicker getaway without the car, even though that was pretty damn fast itself. It just, you know…was no me.

With a slight smirk, I ran even harder and faster, eager to be with Bella even a second faster if I could.