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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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7. Radioactive Bats

Rating 5/5   Word Count 2927   Review this Chapter

As I pulled into the parking lot the next day, I was terribly tense. Edward was going to talk to me today! Our long silence would be broken. My heart thudded happily in my chest.

At Alice’s insistence, she and Jasper had gone hunting. She didn’t want to be in the way for today’s events, and it would raise Edward’s suspicion if, after a month of riding in my truck, Alice asked him for a ride. We wanted today to be perfectly normal.

Getting out of the car, I accidentally on purpose dropped my keys into a puddle of gathering water. Bending down to pick them up, I waited for the white hand that I knew would make its appearance any second. It didn’t come. Where was Edward?! Why wasn’t he talking to me? What had I done?

I could hardly breathe through my first classes. How had this happened? We had a pop quiz in Spanish. I failed. I failed at everything. What had gone wrong? Why didn’t he talk to me this morning? I felt like crying. I was crushed.

It was a good thing Jasper was away, hunting. He wouldn’t have been able to handle the emotional onslaught. My human friends already thought I’d only become friends with Alice to get to Edward, and had in no uncertain terms told me it wouldn’t work. I didn’t need Edward’s family thinking the same thing. I loved Alice as not only a friend, but a sister too. What was wrong with that?

I finally decided it was my friendship with Alice. While I wouldn’t trade it for the world, and I needed her guidance, Edward thought he only cared for me as his sister’s friend. Also, Edward had been worried about me being in Seattle by myself. Hadn’t I told everyone I was going with Alice? His excuse was gone! I would work this one out. Somehow.

Walking into the cafeteria with Jess was torture. I kept my head down, and ordered only a bottle lemonade. I was too depressed to eat.

Suddenly, Jessica blurted, “Edward Cullen is staring at you again,” She sighed, “I wonder why he’s sitting alone today.”

That got my attention. Immediately, my head swiveled around to face “our” table. In that instant, I went from utter despondency to absolute happiness. There he was, beckoning me forward. How could I resist?

“Does he mean you?” She asked, incredulously.

“Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework.” That seemed to appease her. Suddenly, my day had become a whole lot brighter.

I walked over to his table, and stood, trying to look nervous. It wasn’t hard. I was. What if I messed something up again?

“Why don’t you sit with me today?” Edward asked, smiling.

I sat down, watching his wonderfully crooked smile light up his eyes. “This is different, “ I finally declared.

“Well…” He paused, and then the rest of his words came out in a rush. “I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”

Before I could stop myself I said, “You’re not going to hell. What are you talking about? Only soulless monsters go to hell. And those types of creatures wouldn’t save teenage girls from out-of-control vans.”

“You don’t know anything!” He snapped. An awkward silence hung between us. Finally, lightening the subject, he observed, “I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.”

“They’ll survive.” I declared, shrugging my shoulders.

“I may not give you back, though,” Edward smiled wickedly.

That’s what I’m counting on. “Oh.” I couldn’t think of a better response that didn’t reveal how desperately in love I really was. In love enough to hop in a car headed for Vegas right now…but those thoughts were a little too close to my happy place, and I had to avoid that at all costs for now.

He laughed. “You look nervous.”

“No,” I said, but my voice broke. “Why are you talking to me again?”

“I told you- I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I’m giving up.”

“Giving up?” I asked, relieved that he was breaking his promise to Rosalie. I don’t think my heart could have stood the silence between us for another month.

I couldn’t have taken much more of his silent treatment and remained sane. After the fact, I had realized how much my inner peace had been relying on the knowledge that I would speak to him earlier today. Unfortunately, fate had other ideas. I would have snapped if it had not been for lunch. Rogue vampires, or werewolves for that matter, knew nothing like a heartbroken woman’s insanity.

“Yes – giving up trying to be good. I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.” His smile hardened as if willing it to battle everything anyone could throw at our love.

“That was cryptic.” I replied, smiling.

Luckily, I had the code figured out. I knew all of his little jokes and phrases. I was married to the man for goodness sake. Well, my dream self was married to him. I didn’t want to go to my happy place just yet. Far too young for that sort of thing...

“I always say too much when I’m talking to you –that’s one of the problems.”

“Don’t worry – I don’t understand any of it.” I replied. It had been true…once. We had to ease him into the idea that I knew what he was.

“I’m counting on that.”

“So, in plain English, are we friends now?” I asked. I wanted to be much more than friends, but that would have to wait.

“Friends…,”

“Or not,” I mumbled. If not, Alice and I would come up with a plan “B.”

He grinned. “Well we can try, I suppose. But I’m warning you now that I’m not a good friend for you.”

“I’ll take my chances.” He was right. He loved me, and I loved him. How could we be just good friends?

“You’re not listening to me. If you’re smart, you’ll avoid me.” He warned.

“I think you’ve made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear, too.” I glared at him.

Edward made is apologetic face.

“So as long as I’m being…not smart, we’ll try to be friends?” I asked, knowing that I would be “not smart” for a very, very long time.

“That sounds about right.” There was a pause. “What are you thinking?” He asked.

“I’m trying to figure out what you are.” I replied. I had to let him know that I was on that path. I had really been thinking about our first kiss. Sweet…innocent…perfect.

His eyes tightened, but he kept his smile intact.

“Are you having any luck with that?” he asked.

“Not too much.” I already have it figured out.

“What are your theories?”

I blushed, and looked down. Dazzling would be the opposite of helpful right now. I could stick with Bruce Wayne or Peter Parker. It seemed the best idea. Supernatural, but not too close to the truth…

“Won’t you tell me?” Edward’s voice dripped honey. He was laying it on thick. He really wanted to know.

I shook my head. “Too embarrassing.”

“That’s really frustrating, you know,” he complained.

“No,” I declared, my eyes turning to slits, “Why would that be frustrating? Not knowing what someone was thinking, while all the times their throwing out little comments meant to keep you up at night, figuring out their meaning…why would that be frustrating?”

He grimaced.

“Or better,” I continued, letting off a month’s worth of steam, “say that person also did a wide variety of bizarre acts –from saving you life under impossible circumstances to treating you like a pariah the next, and he never explained any of that either. That too would be very non-frustrating.”

“You’ve got a bit of a temper, don’t you?”

“I don’t like double standards.” I replied. What I really didn’t like was not being with him every second of every day.

He suddenly snickered, looked over my shoulder.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Nevertheless, I asked, “What?”

“Your boyfriend seems to think I’m being unpleasant to you – he’s debating whether or not to come break up our fight.”

I rolled my eyes. My boyfriend was sitting straight across from me, reading a human’s mind. I doubted I should inform him of this fact…yet.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I sniffed, “But I’m sure you’re wrong, anyway.” I tilted my chin up, looking at the pattern of the ceiling tiles.

“I’m not. I told you, most people are easy to read.” He sounded smug.

“Except me, of course.” I smiled at that. It made this all so much easier. I wasn’t an expert at hiding things like Alice was.

“Yes. Except for you.” His eyes became ponderous. “I wonder why that is.”

I looked away, thinking along the same track. Did his not being able to hear me have bearing over my future sixth sense? Or did it just mean that I was an extremely lucky soul? Maybe I he couldn’t hear me because I was his singer. All these thoughts were irrelevant. I was here, and Edward was across from me. What did trifles like this matter in the eternal scheme of things?

“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked suddenly.

“No.” I paused, looking him square in the eye. “You?”

“No, I’m not hungry.” I smiled with him in appreciation of the joke. Apparently, he noticed. Concern flashed across his face before it was replaced by a somewhat forced smile.

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

Wary, he answered, “That depends on what you want.”

“I just wondered…if you could warn me beforehand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good. Just so I’m prepared.” I really wanted him to promise, so if something went wrong, I could consult with Alice.

“That sounds fair.” He stifled a laugh.

“Thanks.”

“Then can I have one answer in return?”

“One.” I qualified. I knew which one he would choose. It didn’t seem all that off anymore. He was my superhero.

“Tell me one theory – I won’t laugh.”

“Yes, you will.” I muttered under my breath.

“Please?” He breathed.

Allowing my eyes to get lost in his I declared, “Bitten by a radioactive spider?”

“That’s not very creative.” If I hadn’t known him so well, I wouldn’t have seen the way his shoulders slumped slightly in relief.

“It’s all I’ve come up with as of yet.”

“You’re not even close,”

“No spiders?”

“Nope.”

“And no radioactivity?”

“None.”

I paused, not being able to help myself. “What about bats?”

His shoulders stiffened, head snapping up to glare at Alice. “No.” He growled.

I remained silent.

Turning back to me, he added, “Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.”

“You’re not supposed to laugh, remember?”

He tried to compose his features into something a little more polite.

“I’ll figure it out eventually,” I warned. No need to tell him I had…yet.

“I wish you wouldn’t try.”

That was a wish that wasn’t going to come true. “Because....?”

“What if I’m not the superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?” He smiled, but his eyes were as hard as steel.

“You’re not the bad guy.” I declared, leaving little room for opposition.

“How do you know?” Our eyes were locked in some sort of battle of wills.

“Because, the bad guys never save the damsel in distress. That’s the superhero’s job.”

“You’re wrong.” He whispered quietly.

Suddenly, I looked around. The cafeteria was empty. Not wanting to leave him, I jumped up. “We’re going to be late.”

“I’m not going to class today,”

“Why not?” I asked.

“It’s healthy to ditch class now and then.” I didn’t miss how his eyes flickered to my hammering pulse, very exposed in my pale wrist.

I stood in place for a moment, torn. I wanted to stay with him, but didn’t know if that was a smart idea, or not. He hadn’t invited me. Could I find an excuse to stay?

“Aren’t you going to class?” He asked, slightly petulant.

“No. I’m not. Thank you for asking.” I smiled, and sat back down.

“Why not?”

“Alice caught me this morning, and told me she’d found out from…someone that they were blood typing in biology today. She knows I faint at the smell of blood, so I’m skipping.” All in all, I thought my lie was pretty convincing.

“You faint as the smell of blood? People can’t smell blood.” Edward was amused now.

“Well, I do. It smells like rust…and salt.” I wrinkled my nose at the thought. Drinking it still sounded disgusting to me.

He sighed. “Well, we can’t stay here.” He paused, “Do you want to go home early?”

“What about Alice? I have to drive her home, you know. I have a truck, too.” Alice can take your truck home. I’m sure she was planning on stopping by, anyway.”

I pretended to think about it for a minute. “Well, alright. It will get me out of gym in any case.” I smiled at that. It was cruel, torture really, to expect someone to dream about two years of going through gym, and then expect them to relive it.

We walked through the wet in silence. Edward opened the passenger side door, and I slid in. I breathed deeply. I loved it in here. It smelled like him. Edward started the engine, and we were off, too fast, down the road.

I relaxed into the leather seats. “Claire de Lune?” I asked out of the blue. The silence was becoming too awkward.

“You know Debussy?” He asked, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“My mom plays classical music around the house. I only know my favorites.” It had especially become my favorite after my dream.

“It’s one of my favorites, too.” We both smiled. I wondered what he was thinking. I was thinking of how much I loved him. Looking at his face I could almost believe his thoughts were tending that way as well. A girl could hope, anyway.

“What does your mother look like?” He asked.

She’s going to be your mother, too. “She looks a lot like me, but she’s prettier,” He raised his eyebrows. “I have too much Charlie in me. She’s more out-going than I am, and braver. She’s irresponsible and slightly eccentric, and she’s a very unpredictable cook. She was my best friend.” I stopped.

“Was?”

“Alice has really helped me adjust to life in Forks. If you haven’t noticed, we’re pretty close.” We were closer than best friends. We were sisters.

I looked over at Edward. He was trying to compose his face into something that didn’t resemble horror. Apparently, vampire best friends were not on the Edward safety approved list.

“How old are you, Bella?”

“Seventeen.” I answered promptly. My body was, in any case.

Edward stopped the car. We were outside Charlie’s house. It had taken no time to get here. Big surprise.

“You don’t seem seventeen.”

I laughed.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing important.” I replied, trying to compose my face. “You don’t seem much like a junior in high school yourself.” I added, arching my eyebrows.

He changed the subject. “So why did your mother marry Phil?”

“My mother…she’s very young for her age. I think Phil makes her feel even younger. At any rate, she’s crazy about him.” I shook my head. Even after my dream, I still didn’t understand the attraction there.

“Do you approve?” He asked.

“Does it matter? I want her to be happy. He’s who she wants. I don’t know why.”

“That’s very generous…I wonder,” Edward paused.

“What?” I asked.

“Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter who your choice was?” I had to wonder if his thoughts were drifting to his mother’s ring as mine were.

“Yes. I think.”

“No one too scary then,” he teased.

“Nope. I don’t think so. She’ll accept anyone.”

“Would she accept me?” Behind the sarcasm, he was really asking.

“I’m pretty sure she would.” I whispered, trying to hide a smile. I failed.

“Hm.” A smile was playing around his mouth.

“What are you doing this weekend?” I asked, knowing the answer, yet wishing it wouldn’t come. How was I going to live without him for the next days?

“Emmett and I are starting the weekend early. We’re going to be hiking in the Goat Rocks area.”

“What are you going to do?” He asked, curiosity filling his eyes.

“A bunch of us are going to First Beach at La Push for an outing. It should be fun.”

“Have a good time.”

“I will.” I paused. “I should probably go. Your family will be waiting for you. “

“Yeah. I’m sure you want your car back before Chief Swan gets home. No need to tell him that you skipped school, right?” He smiled.

“Right.” I returned the smile.

Turning to get out of his car, I opened the door.

“Bella,” His hand caught my arm, and an electric shock ran through me.

“Yes.”

“Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So…try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I snapped, jumping out into the rain.

He was still smiling as he drove away.