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Crazy Minds & Silly Stupid Love

Summary:
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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18. Fractures

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"Take me home." I say as James pulls me up off the seat.

"Good choice." He smiles, patting my shoulder and I roll my eyes as we walk silently through the airport.

"You're making the right decision, Bella." He says as we climb into his truck.

"I hope you're right." I murmur, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

"I am." He winks at me. The truck groans to life as James puts the gear in drive.

"Let's get the hell out of here." He shouts. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Get some sleep, Bella; it's going to be a long ride." James says, patting my knee.

"Thank you." I mumble. My eyelids fluttering closed.

"For what?" He asks curiously. I didn't answer as sleep took me.

"Bella, wake up. You're home." James murmurs, shaking my shoulder slightly. I jumped, startled, glancing around to notice we were parked in front of Charlie's house. Oh shit! Charlie is going to kill me.

"How did you know where I live?" I wonder, narrowing my eyes at him. James stared at me stunned.

"Good guess, I suppose." He shrugs. "Right," I mutter as I climb out of his truck.

"Ay, text me sometime," James calls, handing me a slip of paper.

"Alright, I'll see you around then."

"You better." He calls before pulling away. I turned to face the house to see Charlie burst through the front door almost taking the door off its hinges.

"Where the hell have you been, Bella? I had search party's out looking everywhere for you, but I had no way of knowing where you could have run off to. Do you have any idea what you just put me through?" Charlie is furious, beyond furious. I was as good as dead.

"I was at the airport." I admitted, biting my lip.

"The airport?" Charlie exclaims, "Why the hell were you at the airport, Bella?" He demands, outraged. He was not going to like this at all.

"I was going to go to Jacksonville." Charlie's expression went from rage to hurt. I'm so sorry, Charlie.

"Do you want to go back and live with Renee in Jacksonville? Is that what this is about?"

"It's complicated, Dad, I'm sorry; I don't have anything to say for myself."

"You're ground, Bella . . . for the rest of your life." I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

"Okay." I said, walking past him towards the house. I hear Charlie's footsteps follow quickly behind me.

"Can I trust you enough to let you stay home and not leave the house when I leave, or should I just call a babysitter?" Charlie asks sardonically as we walk into the house. Oh, they must have called him at the police station. Hmm, wonder why.

"I'll be fine here, and I won't leave." I said quietly, trying not to push him.

"How the hell am I supposed to believe you won't leave this house as soon as I'm gone?" Charlie questioned.

"Where else am I going to go?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders as it suddenly dawned on me that I truly had nowhere else to go. Charlie sighs.

"If this happens again you're going back to Jacksonville to live with your mother." Charlie mutters before slamming the front door shut behind him. I slumped onto the couch exhausted.

I'm beginning to wonder if I would have been better of moving to Florida with Renee and Phil. I like Forks, and its easy living with Charlie, but living here doesn't seem all that wonderful anymore. I snagged the small piece of paper from my pocket and glanced at the numbers scribbled on the page as I dialed the number.

"Yo, how was the flight?" Huh?

"James, its Bella." I answered.

"Oh!" He uttered.

"Who did you think it was?" I implored.

"Someone I know. Don't worry about it. So, how much trouble are you in?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"Heaps, I'm grounded for life."

"Ouch. Well, maybe next time you'll think before you act."

"What are you-my father?" I retorted.

"Hell no, I'm just trying to be the wise-guy," He laughed, "Fuck! Ay, can I call you back? I just got another call I have to take." James spoke hurriedly.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, bewildered.

"Later, Bellatrix." Bellatrix? I scowled at my phone as I shot up off the couch.

"Shit!" I cursed, startled by a sudden loud knock at the front door. I ignore the knocking as I walked into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator to find something to eat. When was the last time I ate again? Yesterday afternoon was it? The knocking at the door was becoming more persistent and louder.

I swear to God I am going to kill whoever is standing behind that door, I thought as I hurried to the door.

"What the fu-" I was caught off—mid profanity—by the untimely sight of Alice Cullen standing at my doorstep. Wonderful!

"Hi, Bella" She greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, Alice," Alice arched an eyebrow at my tone.

"Guess what?" She beamed, ignoring my lack of response to her unexpected appearance.

"The apocalypse is coming?" I guessed with heavy sarcasm. Alice glared at me.

"No, Bella! Emmett and Rose are getting married—in Italy!" She squealed, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Fascinating," I replied indifferently as I returned to the kitchen to find something to eat.

"And you're on the invitation list. Emmett and Rose demand your attendance, as do I." She continued, looking hopeful.

"Alice, I can't go." I admitted, quietly. Alice stared at me skeptically.

"And why not?" She demanded. She was not going to be a happy camper in a few seconds.

"First of all, I am grounded indefinitely, and I can't afford to go to Italy." Her eyes narrowed, questioningly.

"What did you do?" She asked warily. I was surprised she didn't already know.

"I kind of, almost, took a one-way flight to Jacksonville—Florida." Alice sighed, apprehensive.

"Because of my brother?" I stiffened. "He's wasn't the only reason. I had several reasons why I wanted to leave." I corrected.

"Well, obviously you didn't go because you're still in Forks and standing under Charlie's roof, so what happened?" She wondered, seeming overly curious.

"Someone talked me out of it." I said, trying to evade the subject.

"Can I ask who?" I look at her for a moment, debating.

"A friend," I decided, shrugging casually.

"Jacob Black?" She guessed.

I scowled. "No." Alice is silent for a long moment as I heat up some left over spaghetti from the other night.

"Bella, do you want to go to Rosalie and Emmett's wedding?" She asked seriously.

"I do, but I don't want to be there if he's going to be there." I answer honestly.

"Edward?" She clarifies. I nod.

"Is he going, Alice?" I ask after a moment. Alice nods, sympathetically.

"I doubt Charlie would let me off the hook for one weekend anyway." I shrug. He's never been this angry with me.

"You should ask him. Maybe he will." Alice suggests.

"Doubtful, Alice," I say with a chuckle, rolling my eyes.

"When is the wedding?" I ask, curiously.

"A couple weeks after graduation," I forgot that graduation was just two weeks away. The though was overwhelming. It feels like graduation is still months away, but it's only in a matter of weeks.

"Time flies, doesn't it?" Alice chuckled.

"You have no idea."

"I should get going. Esme is expecting me home soon. Please talk to Charlie about the wedding. Everyone really wants you to be there." Alice pleaded.

"I will, Alice." I assured, following her to the door.

"Good! I'll see you soon!" She smiles, hugging me quickly before rushing to her car.

-0-0-0-

It's Monday, the start of another long and treacherous week of school. Thankfully, I took the day off. Charlie strongly disapproved, but somehow I managed to convince him I needed a mental health day.

It was noon and I was sitting in the on the floor of my bedroom listening to the rain pounding against the roof. The wind was scratching at my window and I could hear the soft hum of a passing car every several minutes. I stared up at the ceiling for no reason really, but to let my mind wonder like it so often used to.

He left you, Bella . . .

After he promised he would never leave your side . . .

You believed his lies . . .

I pushed my fingers into my eyes trying to block it all out and think of anything else. Images flashed in my mind of that day in the airport as I watched him leave. I remember the empty, hollow, look in his normally vibrant green eyes as he muttered one last good-bye, the feel of his lips lingering against my forehead before they were gone.

I sighed as I opened my eyes to the white paint of my bedroom ceiling. I listened to the familiar hum of another car passing and the sound of a car door slamming shut causing me to jump slightly. I pulled myself up off the hardwood floor, wiping the remnants of dust off my jeans.

I walked over to the window pressing my forehead against the cool glass to look out the window. A figure stood in front of the house holding a carry-on bag and a backpack. I blinked several times trying to get a clearer view. My stomach churned and my heart rate spiked as the figure looked up at my window. I covered my eyes with my hand and tried to convince myself that it was only a figment of my imagination, but when I opened my eyes again he was still there.

I couldn't feel the muscles moving in my legs as I hurried downstairs. My fingers trembling as I tried to open the front door. I froze as I stood a few feet away from him. Edward's shoulders slouched as the two bags he was carrying fell from his grip and landed with a 'poof' on the ground. He stood completely still as the pouring rain continued to drench him, but his eyes locked on me.

"Edward, what are you doing here?" I asked, somehow finding the words to speak. The sight of him standing in front of me only several feet away was overwhelming. I thought it was just another illusion, another vivid dream, or just my imagination playing tricks on me, but he was really here.

Edward's hair was in disarray like it always was, but had grown longer than he usually kept it. The pouring rain caused his hair to fall into his eyes, darkening his copper bronze locks. It looked like he hadn't shaved in days. His chin and jaw shaded with stubble. He had on a pair of black jeans and a plaid button up shirt on underneath a black leather jacket. He still looks like a model you would see in Vanity Fair magazine.

"I came here to talk to you." He murmured tentatively.

"I haven't seen you in months, Edward. You left to go to Chicago to be with your mother and you said you would call me whenever you got the chance, but you stopped calling." I reminded him.

"It's been four months to be exact, Bella, and I know." He replied sincerely.

"So, why are you here now, after all this time?"

"I'm sorry I stopped calling. I had every intention to call you, but I just couldn't." He admitted honestly.

"Then, why did you stop?" Edward faltered momentarily, studying my expression.

"Because I didn't know I was going to end up staying in Chicago for as long as I did, and I stopped calling when I realized I had been there for almost a month because I wanted to talk to you in person."

"Well, you got what you wanted, Edward. So, you can just fly right back to Chicago." I told him, shaking my head in disbelief as I turned to go back in the house. I was at my breaking point and I can't even look at him right now. He flew all the way out here to apologize to me for not calling, planning to go right back to Chicago once he made his apology. Who does that?

"My mother past away, Bella," Edward announced from behind me. I stiffened as I was about to open the door, turning around to face him.

"When?" I asked, noticing the rain had stopped.

"Yesterday morning." He mumbled, looking away from me for a moment. I sighed as I walked toward him down the porch steps, standing on my toes as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was beyond furious with him and so angry I wanted to scream at him for having the audacity to show up at my door, but in that moment he looked so devastated and sad that all I could do was try to comfort him. Edward's arms immediately fastened around my waist.

We stood there for a long time just holding each other comfortingly. No words were needed.

"I'm so sorry, Edward." I whispered as he pulled away from me. Edward nodded slightly, running his hand through his damp hair.

"Is that why you're back in Forks?" Edward narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Because your mother died and you're here to visit your family?"

"Yes." He answered slowly.

"Then, why are you here?" I questioned, emphasizing the 'here' part.

"You are the reason I'm here, Bella." He replied looking frustrated.

"You explained why you never called and you apologized for it, So what else do you. . ." I cut myself short, and suddenly I understood why he was here. I just don't know why I feel so surprised and . . . hurt.

I cut him off just as he was about to speak. "You don't even have to tell me. I already know what you are going to say," I said, taking a step back from him. Edward tilted his head at me.

"I get it, Edward. You were gone for four months. So much can change in that time. I get it, really."

"What exactly do you get, Bella?" Edward demanded angrily, looking at me as though he was disgusted by me.

"You came here to make a clean break." I said metaphorically. Suddenly he didn't look so disgusted by me anymore. His eyebrows knit together as he realized what I was saying.

"You think I came here because I felt guilty for not calling, but, then to use that as incentive to break up with you?" He asked incredulously. The expression on his face was a cross between bewilderment and looking as though I had just insulted him. I stared at him confused by his reaction.

"You're right about one thing, Bella. I did come here to apologize and explain to you why I stopped calling, but I did not come here to end my relationship with you." He said, correcting my biased assumption.

"You didn't?" I asked doubtfully.

"No," Edward hesitated for a moment, preparing himself for what he was about to say.

"I'm here because I love you," He murmured, never taking his eyes off mine.

"Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I thought I could let you go. I thought I could let you move on with your life instead of waiting around for me to come back and I thought I could too, or at least try to anyway, but I can't, Bella, I'm too selfish to let you go. I love you too much." He confessed, stepping towards me.

"You love me?" I asked, disbelieving. "Yes, I do." Edward watched me closely, gauging my reaction.

"I want to believe you, but I can't." I whispered.

"Then I'll prove it to you, right now." He said determinedly as he took three strides toward me and cradled my face in his hands before his lips met mine for the first time in months. Edward pulled away after a moment, still cradling my face between his hands.

"What in the hell is–"Charlie yelled, abruptly cut off by the sight of Edward.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded, staring at Edward with threatening eyes.

"I just need to talk to Bella, sir. I promise you will never hear from me again if I can't get the love of my life back." Edward replied brusquely. Charlie's eyes widened at Edward, looking stunned.

"My daughter is the love of your life?" Charlie asked, doubtfully.

"I love her more than anything." Edward admitted, but looked at me as he spoke.

"This is out of my hands." Charlie muttered, waving his hands at us in surrender, shaking his head as he turned to go back inside. Edward and I stood there, standing in the now drizzling rain staring at each other.

"You're still just as beautiful as I remember." He spoke softly as he brushed away a loose strand of hair from my face. I swallowed thickly, not knowing what to say.

"I can't do this," I mumbled, pulling away from him and putting that needed distance between us.

"I need. . .some time or something. I don't know, Edward. We just can't pick up where we left off. Things don't work that way." I said slowly. The look in Edward's eyes was unbearable.

"I've already lost you, haven't I?" I didn't have an answer to give him.

"I'm sorry, Edward." I murmured as I forced myself to turn away from him to back inside.

"No!" Edward yelled from behind me. I turn around, startled, only to find him standing in front of me.

"I can't let you get away this time. I already let you slip through my fingers once. I'm not letting that happen again. I'll give you. . .all the time you need, but I'm not giving up," He let out a ragged breath before continuing. "I need you, Bella." He whispered. I could hear the despair in his voice and it only made it harder to not give in to him.

"I know I've said this before and I meant it, as much as it doesn't seem like it now, but I'm not going anywhere." Edward stared at me, willing me to believe him before he leaned in slowly, asking for permission to kiss me one last time. His lips connected with mine once he got the answer he was looking for. My mouth opened against his as his arms wrapped tightly around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"I'll see you soon." He murmured as he pulled away, giving me one last lingering stare before walking down the porch steps.

"Edward?" I called. Edward turned around slowly, looking at me with questioning eyes.

"Would you like a ride home?" I asked. Edward chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"Yes, please." He smiled, flashing me his white teeth. We sat in a comfortable silence as I drove, but the air was thick with tension. I could feel his eyes on me as I drove, but I withheld the urge to look at him.

Neither of us moved once we reached his house as I put the gear in park.

"Is it really that bad, Bella?" Edward asked after a moment of silence.

"What are you talking about?" I mutter.

"You can't even look at me right now." He murmured. I turn and look him straight in the eyes. He chuckles bitterly, shaking his head.

"That's not what I meant and you know it." He sighed, moving his eyes back to mine.

"Tell me what I have to do." He implored his expression full of anxiety. I shrug, not knowing how to answer that question. I don't know if I can. Edward's shoulders fall, his green eyes burning into mine.

"Bella, I . . . ," His voice faltered as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, forcing his eyes closed. Suddenly his eyes return to mine.

"I can't live without you." He confesses. Now, I was the one at a loss for words.

"Yes, you can. You just spent four months in Chicago without me." I replied icily. Edward snorted sourly.

"Isabella," He announced, looking at me with an amused, yet serious expression.

"I spent every moment of every day thinking of you while I was away." He informed me.

"I called you on the phone and I was so sure you weren't going to answer, but you did, and. . .it happened so fast. All I could think about was being able to hear your voice and I didn't even think about what I was going to say to you if you answered, but, then you did and I couldn't find the words to speak." He admitted, sadly. Suddenly, it clicked. That was Edward on the phone that night after I jumped off the cliff.

"That was you." I mumbled, realization hitting me, hard.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I wondered, meeting his eyes.

"You know why," He murmured. "You should go." He added with a sigh. I sighed too because we haven't figured out anything. This is only the beginning.

"Can I call you tonight?" Edward asked after a moment, pausing as he steps out the door. I smile slightly.

"That would be nice." Edward smiled.

"I'm sorry, Bella, more sorry than you'll ever know." He whispered before closing the passenger door and walking away with one last wave good-bye.