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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Summary:
Hindsight is 20/20, right? What if Bella knew the events of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and the first portion of Breaking Dawn before they transpired? How would the story change? Would it stay the same. Thanks to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the amazingly wonderful banner! A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makees


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17. Taking Chances

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“You aren’t sitting with us today, are you?” Jessica deduced.

“I don’t think so,” I replied sheepishly, smiling just a little too much.

Cramming my books into my bag took far too long for my liking. Wishing for vampire speed to suddenly fall upon me, I slung my bag over my shoulder and concentrated on not tripping over my shoe laces as I made my way to the door.

I walked out into the hall where Edward was waiting to my right. I knew he would be there, but my heart still leapt at the sight of him. “Hi,”

“Hello. How was class?” Edward asked, throwing his signature crooked smile at me. One brow was raised is a perfect arch.

“You tell me. I’m sure you were listening in,” I frowned a little. I knew he was going to listen in of course, but some girl talks were meant to be private.

“Of course I was,” his smile pertinent faltered a little as he thought back on mine and Jessica’s conversation. I took a moment to stare at him. He really was perfect, and he was mine. I mentally smiled at the thought.

“What?” I asked. Edward held open the cafeteria door for me.

“Something you told Jessica…it bothers me.”

“I’m not surprised,” I replied, “You know what they say about eavesdroppers…”

“I warned you I would be listening,” he paused, “Do you really believe you love me more than I love you?” His forehead scrunched.

“Yes. I do believe that. I…,” I looked down, watching Edward’s hands pile enough food for three on a tray that only I would touch.

“What?” Edward finally prompted, pulling me out of my reverie. I was quiet until we reached an empty table a minute later.

Sitting down, I drew a breath and continued, “I love you and you love me, but I feel like you’re planning to leave me.” I sighed, knowing he would one-day leave me unless Alice and I could figure out a way to make him stay. Knowing that he would come back made little difference. I’d still have to go through nearly half a year without his touch. How could I endure that again?

“You’re wrong,” his jaw was hard, set.

“About you leaving me?” I asked pointedly.

“Don’t you see? That’s what proves I love you more. If I can,” Edward paused, seeming to shudder at the thought, “if I’m able to leave you, then I will because it would be best for you. Although, it might be safer for me to stay around you what with all of the trouble you attract,” he added, trying to lighten the tone of this weighty conversation.

I rolled my eyes, “That may be, but I’m not saying I’m leaving. I could never leave you.”

“You would never have to make the choice.”

“What if the situation was turned? Would you want me to leave?” I asked, staring directly into his eyes.

“That’s irrelevant, Bella.”

“That’s what I thought,” I nodded my head. Pausing for a minute, I grabbed an apple from the overflowing tray and took a bite, “I’m curious,”

Edward looked up from his brooding staring, “Yes?”

“What would happen if someone dared you to eat food?”

Looking into my eyes, he picked up the slice of pepperoni pizza and took a deliberate bite off of the end, “If someone dared you to eat dirt, you could, couldn’t you?”

“I have,” I admitted, blushing a little at the memory.

I had been in second grade. Billy Benson and I had been playing hopscotch at recess. Being the klutz I am, I fell and scraped my knee. Billy told me that eating dirt would make the blood stop. After eating a handful of the brown stuff, and seeing the blood still flowing down my leg, the smell got to me, and I fainted. Billy and I never played hopscotch again.

“Of course you have,” Edward replied, chuckling a little.

Just then, Alice stood up and dumped her tray. Walking toward us, she looked as if she wanted to join the conversation. Edward growled. I wasn’t thrilled that my time with him was going to be interrupted, but it was Alice.

“Hi Bella. Edward. Mind if I join you for a minute?”

“Yes, I do Alice.”

“Great!” She replied, ignoring his comment.

“It’s going to be sunny on both sides of the Sound this weekend, so shopping is going to be a little bit difficult. Just make sure you take your car with tinted windows and park in the underground parking garage. You’ll be fine.”

“Do we have to go shopping, Alice?” I whined. I had explained to her what I was supposed to do, but she wasn’t allowing it. Apparently, Chanel was better than a bunch of wildflowers and time alone with her brother. I begged to disagree.

“Yes Bella, you do. You’ll thank me one day. Trust me,” she winked, and got up. Jasper was waiting by the door, and together they went outside into the pouring rain.

“We can always skip, you know,” Edward offered.

“I know, but then we’d have to face Alice. She’s threatened my parka. Apparently, I don’t need a coat ‘that makes me look like a marshmallow' anyway.”

“She means well…most of the time,” we both laughed.

“I have a question though,”

“Shoot.”

“Can I drive?”

“Is this your idea of humor, Bella? Your car isn’t going to make it to Seattle and back,” Edward looked as though he had eaten some more human food. It wasn’t my truck’s fault it was old.

“No it isn’t. When I told Charlie I was going to Seattle he asked me if I was driving. I don’t want to needlessly bring it up again.”

“Alice will take your car back to our place. We’ll get there faster if we take my car.”

“I’ll think about it,” I replied, evasively.

“Besides, you should really tell your dad who you’re going to be with.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked, trying to avoid the inevitable boyfriend conversation with Charlie.

“So I have some slight incentive to bring you home!” Edward replied, gripping the table.

“I trust you.” I did. I had since the moment I awoke in Phoenix. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I just wished he could know too.

“You shouldn’t. I’m dangerous.”

“I’ll take my chances,” I replied.