Crazy Minds & Silly Stupid Love
Heart-warming, yet comical love story between two Forks High School students; Edward & Bella. She doesn't want to let him in, and he just can't keep his inexplicable feelings for her at bay, but an unexpected truth threatens to tear them apart. AH, AU. (Has adult rating because of strong language and sensuality in later chapters.) Preview: "Yes, because I can't see myself being with anyone else, but then with you," He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "It's like a movie in my head, and I want it. I want it more than anything else, and I want it with you."
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I took a deep breath before answering, "Okay, so talk." I said.
"Not here, Bella. Is Charlie home?" He asked through pursed lips. I shook my head.
"We should talk inside." Edward suggested. I nodded, gesturing for him to follow me. I led us into the living room and sat on the couch as Edward stood silently with his hands shoved in his pockets. Edward's silence was causing me to panic, so I spoke first.
"Did you get my messages?" I wondered, trying to keep calm. Edward nodded quickly, running his hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry I never called you back. I needed to talk to you in person." He apologized, eyes guarded.
"Talk to me about what exactly?" I demanded. Edward's eyes narrowed.
"My mother." He said quietly. Oh . . .
"What about her?" I asked.
"A few months after my father died, she became very ill. It was a Tuesday morning, and she would always make me breakfast before I went to school," Edward sighed deeply as he sat on the couch beside me.
"When she went to get up from bed she fell." He continued, meeting my eyes.
"I heard her fall from my bedroom and rushed to her to see what happened. Coincidentally, we were taught how to check for a pulse, and how to do cpr in school a few weeks before. So, I checked her pulse, and all I can remember is that she barely had a pulse, and I immediately ran downstairs to call 911." Edward paused for a moment, glancing at me to see whether or not I wanted him to continue.
"I'm listening." I reassured.
'In the hospital she was diagnosed with viral cardiomyopathy." I stared at him in shock, not really believing what I was hearing, but from the expression on Edward's face I realized that he wasn't making this up.
"Carlisle happened to be the doctor, who was going to try and treat her, but nothing seemed to work, and my mother's condition only grew worse." I took Edward's hand in mine and placed it in my lap trying to comfort him. Edward smiled slightly with sad eyes.
"I didn't have any other family to stay with while she was in the hospital, so I was put into child protective services. Every day for almost a year I would go to school, and then went straight to the hospital to visit her." Edward shook his head, looking away from me.
"And then she began to realize that she could no longer take care of me. It had been a year at this point, and her conditioned still had not improved." Edward said, letting out a shuttering breath.
"She asked Carlisle if he would adopt you, didn't she?" I guessed. Edward nodded.
"Carlisle was astounded; he didn't know what to say to her." He said, covering my hand in his.
"So, what happened?" I asked.
"Carlisle avoided the question every time she would ask. I didn't know it at the time, but Carlisle had already been discussing it with Esme. So, one day when I was visiting with her, Carlisle came in and asked if he could bring me to stay with his family for a while to meet them, and to see if I would fit in well with them. Of course, my mother immediately agreed, and I spent the next two weeks living with Carlisle and Esme. By the end of the second week, Carlisle and Esme had already made their decision, and decided that they would adopt me." He told me.
Neither of us spoke for a long time as I tried to process all of this sudden information. I couldn't comprehend how so much happened to Edward. His father was killed in a car accident, and then his mother is diagnosed with Cardiomyopathy a few months later. How can one person loose so much in such a short time?
"Edward . . . , I had no idea that so much has happened to you." I said after a long moment.
"I know you didn't, but . . . there's more." He said, hesitantly. How could there possibly be more? What else is there for him to tell me?
"Tell me." I don't think I can handle much more than what he has already told me.
"She has been going from hospital to hospital for treatments in Chicago ever since Carlisle adopted me. When we moved Carlisle found my mother a permanent doctor, and requested that the hospital send him reports of all her treatments, along with all the costs." He said, his eyes penetrating mine.
"I don't understand." I admitted.
"I wasn't in school these past two days because Carlisle got a call from my mother's doctor, and was told that her heart has become too weak. They don't know how long she has to live." Edward was visibly trembling as he covered his face with his hands.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, holding him to me.
"Ssh, its okay, everything is going to be okay." I soothed, running my fingers through his hair. Edward calmed down after a long moment before his expression became serious.
"I have to go to Chicago, Bella; I have to see my mother." He said quietly.
"What?" I asked, perturbed. Edward sighed, looking at me with desperate eyes.
"I have to go . . ." He told me. I shook my head quickly, trying to clear my thoughts.
"I know you have to go, Edward, she's your mother," I said, honestly. I just don't know what this means for us.
"When?" I wondered.
"Thursday." He said. My eyes widened slightly.
"This Thursday?" Edward nodded slowly.
"That is less than a week from now, Edward." I muttered. Six days to be exact . . .
"I know." He replied, barely above a whisper.
"How long?" I asked. Edward's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"How long will you be in Chicago?" I repeated.
"A week." I grimaced as I stood up from the couch. I needed some space.
"Bella?" I heard Edward call from behind me. I ignored him, standing in front of the kitchen sink looking out the window.
"What's wrong?" Edward's voice murmured from behind me.
"Talk to me." He whispered, standing beside me. I took a deep breath as I turned to face him.
"You promised me that you aren't going anywhere, but I just don't understand why you would promise me something like that when you knew that your mother is so ill." Edward's eyebrows furrowed a pained expression on his face.
"I know I did, Bella, and I intend to keep that promise, but this is something I have to do," He said, begging me with his eyes to trust him.
"This doesn't change anything, not for me at least." He admitted. I could almost see the vulnerability in his eyes.
"Look Edward, I know you have to go, and I understand that. It's just-" I trailed off, not knowing exactly what it is that I wanted to say.
"It's just what, Bella?" Edward pressed frustration evident in his tone.
"I don't know." I said quietly, meeting his eyes for a short moment before I left him standing in the kitchen. I sat on the couch, dropping my head in my hands, wondering when things became so complicated. I felt the cushion sink as Edward sat down next to me.
"You don't know the price I would pay just so I never have to leave you, even if it's only for a week." Edward murmured quietly. I looked at him in surprise.
"I wish I didn't have to go." He shrugged, staring into my eyes.
"Me too." I whispered. Edward smiled sadly, reaching over to pull me into his side.
"There is something I want to show you." Edward whispered his eyes suddenly intense as he stared at me.
"Come with me." He muttered as he quickly pulled me off the couch. Edward grabbed my coat and his before taking my hand in his and hurrying us outside to his car.
"Edward, slow down." I said, perplexed by his sudden hurry to leave. Edward ignored me as he revved the engine.
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Edward quickly hurried out of his Volvo once we pulled up in front of his house, and ushered me inside before leading me into the living room.
"Will you please tell me what is going on?" I asked. Edward sighed as he slowly sat at his grand piano before looking back at me.
"I know how I feel about you, Bella, but words don't seem to be enough. So, this is what I am going to do." He said.
The intensity was still in his eyes as he turned to the piano, and then he began to play. I stood beside Edward stunned into silence, and all I could think while watching him play was who could have inspired him to come up with such a beautiful melody, and yet, somehow, so sad.
"That was really beautiful, Edward." I told him once he had finished playing. Edward smiled a small smile.
"Thank you, Bella." He said.
"Who inspired you?" I asked curiously as I sat beside him. Edward looked suddenly vulnerable as he looked away from me.
"You did. I wrote it for you." He said quietly.
"You did?" I asked, doubtful. Edward nodded slowly.
"I have something for you." He murmured as he stood up from the piano bench.
"Don't leave." He added, pleading with his eyes for me to stay. I sat at Edward's piano and pressed a couple keys. I was in the middle of figuring out how to play 'twinkle little star' when Edward came back into the room. I narrowed my eyes at him in confusion as he handed me a CD case. The cover over the case was blank, so I flipped it over to look at the back. My eyes widened at the title of the first track.
"Bella's lullaby?" I asked, looking up at Edward in confusion. Edward swallowed thickly.
"Every song on that CD was inspired by you." He admitted. His voice barely above a whisper, I glanced at the back of the case again.
"You wrote four songs about me?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes, and I want you to have them to remember me by while I'm gone." He shrugged, trying to seem casual.
"Thank you." I whispered in his ear as I threw my arms around him. Edward chuckled throatily, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"You're welcome." He whispered, hugging me tightly.
We stayed curled up on the couch in the living room just talking to each other for hours. When Esme and Carlisle came home, they greeted us, but quickly left Edward and I alone. Even Alice didn't stay and talk with us for long which puzzled us both, but the sun went down and it was the end of another day, and one day closer to the day that Edward would be leaving. Edward drove me home, holding my hand in his the whole drive and never let go. Edward swiftly pulled me into his arms once we reached the front porch.
"I need you." He whispered urgently as his lips softly pressed against mine. Edward's arms wrapped around my waist as he continued to kiss me. My fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his neck, clenching the front of his pea coat in my other hand. Edward pulled away after a moment, both of us trying to catch our breath.
"I don't want you to go." I muttered, laying my head on his shoulder.
"I know." Edward whispered.
"Stay with me tonight." I said, looking up at him pleadingly. Edward's eyes furrowed at me confusedly.
"I can't, Bella, if Charlie catches us . . ." He trailed off, shaking his head slowly.
"He won't. Charlie is a heavy sleeper." I said. Edward snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Please." I said, staring straight into his eyes.
"Bella," He groaned, looking as though he were in pain.
"Just for tonight." I pleaded, desperately.
"I'll come back when Charlie is asleep." Edward sighed, giving in. I couldn't stop the smile on my face as I grabbed his face between my hands and kissed him.
"What was that for?" He asked in wonder after I pulled away from him.
"I don't know," I murmured, glancing back at him as I walked up the porch steps. I noticed Charlie peeking out the kitchen window.
"I'll see you later, Edward." I told him, nodding my head toward the window. Edward laughed, shaking his head in amusement.
"Later sweetheart." He teased, loud enough for Charlie to hear. I tried not to laugh as I unlocked the front door.
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Edward came back after I sent him a text that Charlie had fallen asleep. Somehow, Edward had managed to climb through my window with no damage done. I was curled into Edward's side on the bed as he quietly hummed my lullaby.
"Did you fall asleep?" Edward whispered after a moment.
"No." I said.
"Why not?" He asked, tilting his head downward to look at me.
"I guess you're keeping me awake." I admitted, avoiding his eyes.
"Try to get some sleep, Bella." He murmured. I'm pretty sure I felt his lips press against the top of my head.
"What if I don't want to sleep?" I wondered, looking up at his face. Edward tried not to smile.
"If you don't want to sleep, then, what do you want to do?" He asked, curiously.
"I can think of a few things . . ." I teased, leaning forward to press my lips to his. Edward pulled away quickly.
"You're dangerous, Bella." He muttered, shaking his head.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Edward groaned, rubbing his eyes between his fingers before looking at me.
"I know you think I have some unyielding sense of self control, but that's not actually the case." He said.
"Oh." I said, feeling a little embarrassed, but had no idea why.
"You're blushing?" He asked, bewildered. I hid my face in the crook of his arm. Edward laughed quietly.
"You would laugh at me." I mumbled.
"I'm not laughing at you, Bella." He chuckled.
"Then, what are you laughing at?"
"Your idiosyncrasies are highly entertaining." He said, smirking.
"You should talk." I replied, rolling my eyes as I turned away from him.
"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?" He asked, seeming amused as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back toward him.
"You're an over-confident buffoon." I said. Edward's eyebrows raised slightly.
"Does that bother you?" He asked, teasingly.
"Yes." I said. Edward grinned, clearly still amused by me.
"But you love me anyway." He said, it sounded like a question. My eyes widened, flashing to his. Am I in love with him?
"What?" I asked, even though I very clearly heard what he just said. Edward starred at me in alarm - the realization of what he just said dawning on him. He sighed shakily, pulling away from me to cover his eyes with his arm.
"Edward." I said as I tried to pull his arm away from his face. Edward sighed before his eyes met mine.
"Love me, Bella." He whispered.
"Why?" I asked, not quite understanding.
"Because I love you." He said, vulnerable.
"You - you love me?" I asked, shocked. Edward's lips pursed, his eyes locked on mine.
"I don't know what to say." I muttered. Edward stared at me sadly.
"You don't have to," He said. "I just want you to know that I love you." I stared at him and smiled.
"I know." A crooked grin appeared on his flawless face before his lips crashed against mine.
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