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A B.A. in BS

Summary:
Dear Edward, I have finally gotten over you No, that won’t work. Dear Edward, It’s been 3 years now. You never returned. At least you could keep ½ of your promise; I never saw you again, but the whole thing about life being as if you never existed is a large heaping load of horse sh— GAH! How do you tell your high school sweetheart, the man you stole your heart never to return it, the man who obsessed over keeping you safe, the man who left you broken in a forest because he did not love you anymore…how do you tell him that that you are finally over him and moving on, kinda-sorta. How do you tell him if he’s moved away with his family and you have no way to contact him? You write his sister’s husband, that’s how! What happens if Edward really never returned and Bella went on with her life? What happens if she was able to get over Edward, leave Forks, go to college, and make a life of her own? Would his heart break if he knew she was over him and could surive without him? Would she ever see him again? What about is family-could she really live with out her best friend, forever? What about the wolves? Jake? And oh, dear....what about Victoria?? This story takes place after Edward left. Bella was too much "into" herself (her depression was too strong) that she never did any of the extreme sports, never jumped off the cliff therefore leaving on reason for Alice to come back or for them to go to Volterra. This should be interesting. (BTW the title essentially means ABachelor of Arts inBull Sh--) FAIR WARNING: THERE IS SOME OOC ACTIVITY (Out Of Character) Also, there's some senuality coming up so be prepared :-) I have this "book" finished and the second "book" started and hopefully finished by the end of my holiday vacation. Thank you for allowing me creative license with what's in my head which will soon be on "paper".This Story is rated ADULT for language, future fight scenes, and sensuality. I just wrote a scene in one of the chapters that warranted a change in rating, sorry.Updat: this book is finished-on to the next!


Notes:
You guys rock and I hope you'll fogive my months-long absence. School owned me for a while. I have a total of 23 chapters in this book and two more "books" after this. I hope you all enjoy!


23. Chapter 23

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Bella POV

The next few weeks were a blur. Between classes, spending time with Edward and Alice, studying, and then getting the worst case of the flu I had ever had and having to miss a week of classes, I was worn out. I had a schedule of very accommodating professors who allowed me to turn in work via e-mail and make up any quizzes and tests missed. That was one of the benefits of having all A’s: every one of my professors wanted to see me continue to succeed and did their best to foster that type of learning environment.

Alice and Edward insisted I stay at the house instead of the dorm room so they could take care of me at all hours of the day. Carlisle checked on me every morning when he got home, Alice Esme, Jasper, and Rose would be with me until they had to go to class and Edward was with me virtually every moment. He would rub my back, massage my feet, cook me soup no matter how foul he thought it smelled, and he would run me a bath with menthol infused lavender essential oils to help clear my head, He kept a full compliment tissues, cold medicine, juice and cough drops on my bedside table, too.

He moved his DVD collection into my room so we could watch movies together without him having to leave me. He even brought me flowers every day. I couldn’t smell them, but the were beautiful to look at. Edward also helped me with homework and study for the tests I had to take when I got back. There was nothing he wouldn’t do take care of me or make me smile. Well, him and Emmett.

I had a paper due on Hamlet when I got back to my British Literature class. Edward was out hunting since Emmett and Jasper were home. I was reading through it and making my outline when there was a knock at my door.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for What Emmett?”

“Are you ready?”

“Sure, don’t know what the hell for, but I’m ready.”

In busts Emmett in black tights, ballet slippers, a leotard and a baret. He twinkle-toed into my room and sang “Fiiigggaroooooo. Figaro-figaro-fiiiiggg-aaaa-rooooooo,” as he did a pirouette

I started laughing so hard it threw me into a coughing fit and ended up wheezing. Edward was back in my room at my side before the dose of the inhaler Carlisle prescribed me kicked in. After my breathing was back to normal, Edward gave Emmett a quick stare down and then did a double-take at what he was wearing and busted out laughing himself. While Emmett was distracted by Edward’s banter, I grabbed my off it’s docking station on my other bedside table and turned it on. When I aimed it at Emmett I told him to hold still and that he had to because he owed me. That was a moment I wanted to relive in a few years.

“You know Em, you’re my favorite prima ballerina, but I think pink may be you color more than black is,” I said reviewing the camera in the LCD screen.

“Think we should see if we can him a pink tutu on eBay,” Edward added.

“I think that’s perfect! Make sure you look for pink ribbon that we can use to make pigtails in his hair.”

“Think Alice would have any strawberry shiny lip gloss he can wear at his next pageant?”

“I don’t know about the lip gloss, but know for sure she has some spray-on glitter I’m sure would accentuate his biceps perfectly. Should make Rose fall in love with him all over again.”

“When I saw it, I couldn’t believe it!” said Alice running through the doorframe gawking at Emmett who now stood with his arms crossed over his chest. “I saw a vision of it and laughed at a very in appropriate time in class. I couldn’t believe it so I skipped class and came home early. I’m so glad I did!”

“And I got a picture of it, too!”

“Nice job, Bella,” Alice said slapping me a high five. “We should blow it up and hang it in the living room.”

“No, we send it to the yearbook department.”

“Don’t you dare, Bella,” Emmett said as he jumped on my bed. “I’ll make you regret it.”

“I think I just might take my chances big brother.”

“You’ll regret that. I have to go change before Rose get’s home. She can’t see me like this. She’ll never let me live this down.”

“Don’t worry Emmett, I have the picture and I’m sure we’ll never let you live it down.”

“There are some moments in life that I replay my head because they are so special. This takes the cake and I think I’ll be replaying it for decades,” laughed Alice as she left the room after Emmett did.

“Are you ok,” Edward asked concerned about my fit. He was always made sure I was ok. He had found that happy medium: concerned and checking on me, but not overbearing. I took a chance in that moment.

“Yea, I’m fine. Throat’s just a little sore.”

“Here,” he said handing me an unwrapped cherry cough drop.

I popped it in my mouth and looked at him concentrating on the right thing to say.

“What is it, love?”

“I’ve been looking for the right time and right way to approach this. I don’t think there will ever be a right time, so I think I just need to come out and say it.”

“You know you can tell me anything. Don’t ever be afraid to speak your mind with me.”

“It’s hard to believe that we started dating again only a month ago. We’ve been doing really well, although I won’t deny that not much time has passed. But I do see that you’re different, that you’ve changed.”

“I’m glad we agree,” he sheepishly smiled.

“Ok, here it goes, if we make it Edward, if you and I go the distance, I’m going to want to spend the rest of eternity with you. I just know that. And since you are different, I was hoping that your opinion was as well.”

“My opinion on what?”

“Changing me.”

“Wow. Um, give me a minute,” he said as he took a deep breath. “I thought about this around the time I found out that you and my family had contact once again. I thought I was doing the right thing by refusing to change you. I thought I was saving you because I believed without a soul one would be damned. I believed that as vampires we did not have souls. But after living without you, after seeing what my disappearance did to you, I knew that it would have been me abandoning that damned me and took my soul, not simply the creature I was turned into. I think that making everything up to you is helping me to get my soul back.

I can’t see a life without you or a life where you are not happy and content and I’m not doing everything in my power to keep it that way. I made my peace with this choice, your choice, a while ago. I don’t care what kind of being you are or will become because I could never imagine you without a soul.”

He had said the exact right thing: it was my choice, he had a soul, he believed I would always have a soul, and he was at peace with it.

“If that is the choice you will make, if you choose me and you want to spend eternity with me, I will change you. I’ll do anything to keep you in my life and by my side. You are my life, my world, my destiny.”

“You never cease to amaze me Edward Cullen.”

“I do what I can to keep you on your toes Isabella Swan.”

“I think I’m ready to take a break class work, care you take a nap with me?”

“I don’t think I would get much sleep with your snoring lately, but I don’t think I could sleep with someone as beautiful as you lying next to me, either.”

“I’m congested, and let’s not forget the fact that you don’t sleep anyway, tease.”

“Couldn’t help myself,” he said moving my books and paper to the floor, picking me up and sliding me under the covers and laying down next me with his hand propping up his head. I rolled over onto his chest and wrapped my arm around his waist.

“I missed this, Edward. I missed you. I missed how free and alive and real you make me feel.”

“I promise,” he leaned over and kissed my head then absent-mindedly began to play with my hair, “you will never have to miss it again.” The sickness took hold of me and I was out, but was sure he was humming my lullaby.

I woke up two hours later to find Edward totally wrapped around me. His head rested on mine, his arms were wrapped around my body and his leg lay on top of mine and he was snoring with his mouth slightly open. He looked absolutely peaceful, so instead of waking him, I just settled into his arms for a little while longer.

“Vampires don’t sleep,” my inner voice screamed at me and I started to freak out. Had I gotten him sick? Was there a way he could have had a reaction to my version of the flu. Was there something really wrong with him? I sat up and opened my mouth to scream for Carlisle when I was startled.

“Boo!”

“Edward, I’m going to kill you! Do you have any idea how scared I was? I thought I had gotten you sick or something.”

“Like any human virus could make us sick,” he teased trying to pull me close. I pushed him away and whipped a pillow out from under his head and smacked it into his face. “Suffocating,” he muffled through the pillow, “won’t kill us either.”

I hopped on top of him and straddled his stomach. I removed the pillow of his face and tossed my hair to the right side of my head so I could see him clearly. I put my hands on either side of his head and leaned in close enough to him that he feel my breath on his lips.

“Now, look here Mr. Cullen, I bet I can find some way to kill you and,” I had to pull back from his lips because he started to raise up to meet mine and I wanted to continue to tease him, “I bet if you had a beating heart, I could find a way make it skip or beat or two. Or even possibly,” I licked his lips with the tip of my tongue, “make it stop altogether. If I really…..wanted,” I kissed his neck, “to.”

Before I could lift my head from neck he had rolled us over barely putting any of his weight on me, although I could feel every single inch of him on top of me.

“Now look here Ms. Swan, if it wasn’t so dangerous, I would be doing things to you that would make your heart race, your breathing stop, and your blood rush to your cheeks.”

“I don’t believe you. You should show me some of these things.”

“I don’t want to lose control with you, Bella.”

“Edward, I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me and I’m not ready to make love to you yet, so don’t worry. I’ll stop you if I need to.”

A devilish grin grew across his face. He kissed the underside of my chin and started to make a trail of kisses down my neck. I gasped and put my hands into his hair as he kissed back up my neck. I felt his arousal grow as he kissed back down my neck and started to move my shirt so he could kiss my shoulder. He immediately raised his body off me enough that I no longer felt him becoming aroused. That made me slightly disappointed. I liked being able to feel how aroused and excited I made him.

He pulled away from my body to look at my face. His right hand grazed my right cheek and he grinned as the blood rushed to my face. I smiled at him and lowered his mouth to mine. It was the most erotic, sweet, passionate, hot kiss I had ever experienced. His lips yearning for mine, his tongue aching to taste me, his growls showing his longing desire to have me in every possible way. He sucked on my bottom lip then gave me a sweet, long kiss on the lips before he rolled over on his side. He pulled me into a secure cuddle.

“Well, that was, um, mind altering. You never allowed us to get that far before,” I panted.

“You trusted me and I trusted myself. It took almost all my resolve to stop. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I beg to differ. I felt what I do to you.”

“I tried to keep that from you.”

“Why? It’s natural, it’s biological. It’s just another form of love for us to experience together.”

“Bella, I could really hurt you if I lost control. I don’t want to do that.”

“You have been telling me, swearing to me, promising me that you can’t hurt me, wont’ hurt me. I believe that to be true. I truly believe you can’t and won’t hurt me under any circumstances. You love me too much.”

“You’re wrong. I could never love you enough.”

“But when the time comes, when I’m ready, when we are ready, can we at least try before I’m changed. I want to have that experience with you both before and after my change.”

“Bella, I won’t tell you something that’s not true, I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep, but I will say that we can try. We can try under one condition, but I don’t know if we are ready for that yet. Just…just trust me. I want us to be fully committed to each other in every possible way before we make love to each other. I want to be tied to you as much as possible.”

“You see that,” I asked pointing to the 8x10 picture of the meadow in spring that I gave him. He put it on my dress once the poster-sized one I ordered for him arrived. He thought I should have a reminder of how far we had come, too.

“Yes I see that. It’s nice, but absolutely not as beautiful as you and doesn’t mean nearly as much to me.”

“When I gave you your version of it, it meant that I was beginning to trust you again-that you were earning a place back in my life. Do you remember what the next one meant, the one of the meadow in the summer?”

“Of course. It means that you were ready to grow with me, to be absolutely committed to us and our future.”

“It also means that I was…I am ready to start a life with you, Edward.”

“Bella, do you have a fever,” he joked, “and do you know what you’re saying? Do you realize that you’re saying it after we’ve been together only a month?”

“Edward, we have over a year’s worth of history filled with as much pain and near-death experiences as it was love and adoration. Both of us have grown up, matured, and most of all learned from the mistakes we made. It may only be a month since we got back together, but we have lived more than what happened in just that month. We have lived and experienced things some people will never will. And what we feel here,” I touched his heart and was using it symbolically, “what we know here, no one can take from us.

And what I know is that I love you and I never stopped loving and I never will. What I now know is that as hard, and painful as your leaving me was, as bad as I took it, as wrong as it was, as painful as it was for you to come back and me to see you again in the beginning, I wouldn’t change a thing if it meant having what we have right here, right now. You may not agree, but it was worth it, worth you and absolutely worth this-us.”

He just sat there staring at me, smiling and shaking his head.

“Edward, say something.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“Isabella Marie Swan, I love you with every fiber of my being. I will do anything and everything in my power to make and keep you happy and I promise to show you how much I love you ever minute of every day of the rest of my existence.”

Suddenly he hopped over me and landed on the floor next to the bed on one knee while taking my left hand in his right as I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, “will you do me the most amazing thing you can do on this planet and honor me with being my wife. Bella, will you marry me?”

I blinked twice to get the tears out of my eyes because they were making his beautiful face so cloudy. My jaw trembled and my head shook yes before I finally said, “Yes, Edward. I will marry you.” I jumped off the bed and secured my arms around his neck and my lips to his. No one and nothing was going to break us apart.

Book two in the series, Master of Ceremonies, is currently in production! You didn’t think I would let him propose and then not write about the wedding, honeymoon, and their newly-wedded bliss, did you?