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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."


5. The Underdog

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I crawled out of bed feeling like I just got out of a long coma on Saturday morning. Yeah, a Edward induced coma you mean. I ignored that one as I went to brush my teeth, and that's when it started.

"Picture yourself in the living room your pipe and slippers set out for you"

Oh no, why of all the days it just has to be today when I decide to have a concert in my head.

"You got no time for the messenger, Got no regard for the things that you don't understand, you got no fear of the underdog, that’s why you will not survive!"

I was hoping that maybe my demonic brain had an aneurysm and died, but it appears the devil itself has returned.

"It can't all be wedding cake It can't all be boiled away I try but I can't let go of it can’t let go of it,

Cause you don't talk to the water boy And there's so much you could learn but you don't want to know, You will not back up an inch ever, That's why you will not survive, "

Luckily Charlie decided to walk in my room at that moment and disrupt Spoon's 'The Underdog."

"Bells," Charlie called.

"In here." I garbled, trying to talk with a mouth full of toothpaste was not a site worth seeing.

"I'm going fishing with Billy for a while. So, you know make yourself dinner and don't set the house on fire or anything." Charlie muttered. His expression was totally serious, but I could see he was trying not to laugh at himself.

"Dad, no pun intended, but if anyone were to set the house of fire while cooking it would probably be you." I replied rolling my eyes. Charlie snorted leaning against my bathroom door.

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that kid," Charlie chortled.

"Later, Bells." Charlie murmured as he headed downstairs.

I decided at some point that I was not going to show up to therapy. After I made a bowl of cereal and just sat down on the couch, the doorbell rang. Who the hell is at my damn door at eleven in the morning or noon, whichever you prefer.

I peeked through the door hole and I really should have known better.

"This should be interesting." I mumbled to no one but myself as I opened the door.

"Bella, wow . . . you look . . . good." Jacob choked, unable to make eye contact and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thanks, but you smell like feet, Jacob." I was in no mood to play nice with him or anyone else for that matter. You mean just one person in particular right, Bella?

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that, I was uh . . . you know what never mind. Can I come in?" He grinned. Ew, what a marshmallow.

"If you insist." I replied holding the door open as Jake stepped inside.

"So, what's-"

"Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me I am small I'm needy

Warm me up and breathe me"

My phone rang cutting him off. "Hold on." I muttered holding up a finger signaling Jake to wait a minute as I ran up to my room.

"Hello?" I breathed into the phone.

"Bella? It's Edward." He sounds cocky on the phone too? Oh boy! And here we...go! We have lift off, ladies and Gents!

"Don't you have friends or something?" I wondered sarcastically.

"Of course, but you're just more fun to play with." Edward murmured. That evil son of gun! I see how it is, he wants to play, well then, let the games begin.

"So, is this like how you get all the girls at school into bed with you? You play around for a little while, you know have some fun, but then you get down to brass tax right?" He didn't know it yet, but I can be a devious son of a bitch when I wanted to be.

"Well I wouldn't necessarily put it that way, since the only girl that sleeps with me is Maggie."

"Oh, really? And what is she like?" I asked. The other side of the line was silent for a moment.
"She's my dog, Bella." Edward replied. Oh! Oh snap!

"Right, of course, I figured as much. You're not the player type anyway." I rolled my eyes.

"Enough of that conversation. Are you doing anything today, Bella?" Edward asked curiously.

"Uhm, no not really, why?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today." Edward wondered confidently.

"Hmm, you know I'm going to have to think about that one. Let me get back to you on that." I said, pretending to hang up on him when I heard him yell into the phone.

"Bella, do not hang up that phone!" I laughed to myself as I held the phone away from me.

"Oh, did you say something, Edward?" I bit back another laugh.

"You think I'm bad." Edward chuckled into the phone.

"No, you just think you're bad, but really you're not even close to bad." I told him.

"Really? And you know me well enough to say that without a doubt in your mind?" I paused for a moment.

"Yup. I'm one-hundred percent sure you are not bad."

"Why don't we test that theory of yours then, shall we?" I could almost see him smirk on his side of the phone.

"Sure. When?" I retorted confidently.

"Today." He said automatically.

"What time?" I wondered.

"In about an hour."

"Deal, but how will you know where I live?" I asked.

"Bella, your dad is the Chief of Police. I'm pretty sure almost the whole town of Forks knows where you live." Edward laughed.

"Right, I'll see you later then."

"Bye, Bella." Edward murmured before hanging up the phone.

I turned around to find Jake leaning against my door with narrowed eyes.

"Who was that?" He asked suspiciously.

"No one you know." I told him.

"Boyfriend?" He guessed. Only in my dreams he is. . .

"No." I said brushing past him.

"Sounds like a lie to me." I heard Jake mumble behind me.

"Jake, back off." I warned glaring at him.

"I'm just saying. I mean from what I heard there was a lot of flirting going on." He smirked. My fists clenched at my sides.

"You were listening to my conversation." I said.

"Well, yeah, obviously." Jake shrugged. I shook my head pointing a finger at him.

"Mind your own business, Jacob Black." I warned him.

"You're getting a little defensive, Bella. Don't you think?" Jake said almost laughing.

"You know what? Just leave. Please." I said pointing to the front door.

"Oh come on, Bella. I was just screwing around, you know a joke? Loosen up." Jake chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

"No, you weren't. I know you better than that by now. So, just leave."

"You’re serious right now?" He demanded.

"Get out." I said again. Jake sighed shaking his head in disbelief.

"I just want to say one thing, Bella. I hope you don't get your heartbroken because of this guy." Jake told me slamming the front door shut.

"He's not my boyfriend." I muttered to no one but myself. Suddenly, I didn't feel like spending the day with Edward anymore.

Edward texted me a few minutes ago. He was going to be here to pick me up any minute. Why is everything starting to feel so complicated since I moved here? I know that was not what I was hoping for when I came here. I thought or at least hoped moving here was going to be easier. You're getting too involved. I sighed because I figured as much. I decided to make a phone call for a little help.


"Hey Ang, its Bella." I tried to sound enthusiastic, but I don't think it escaped Angela's notice.

"Let me guess, boy troubles right?" Angela chuckled into the receiver.

"Yes." I sighed in relief. She knows me too well, or she just pays a lot of attention at school other than just during class.

"What happened?"

"I think my childhood best friend is jealous of Edward."

"What? Why?" She asked incredulously.

"He thinks Edward is my uh . . . boyfriend." Wow, that was kind of hard to say. Angela was silent for a moment.
"Well, Edward is not your boyfriend, right?" She wondered.

"Angela, we just met. I wouldn't even say we're friends yet." I groaned.

"Exactly." Okay, that didn't make any sense.

"So, your point is?"

"My point is let your friend be jealous. Unless he's not the guy you want, or girl you want." She coughed. I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand.

"Thanks, Ang." I rolled my eyes. The doorbell rang. Oh shit. Now all hell is going to be ripped loose.

"Hold on, I think Edward's at the door." I told Angela.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I briefly heard Angela scream into the phone as I opened the door. Edward stood in front of me with his hair looking almost as though he had made an attempt to tame it. He was wearing a white V-neck t-shirt with a pair of blue diesel jeans. Holy shiitake mushrooms!

"Damn." I mumbled, still gawking at him as I met his questioning gaze.

"See something you like?" He smirked.

"Only in your dreams" I scowled. Why does he have to be good looking? Seriously.

"Can you hold on one moment?" I asked him reminding myself that Angela was still on the phone.

"Of course, May I come in?" He wondered. I nodded as he walked inside throwing a wink at me.

Bastard. . .

"You still there, Ang?" I wondered throwing a glance at Edward as he looked around the living room.

"No shit I'm still here." She said dubiously. I rolled my eyes at that. Of course she was.

"Bella, why the hell is Edward at your house?" She demanded.

"I can totally explain." I practically cried into the phone while trying to find an escape from Edward for a moment.

"That would be fantastic." She replied as I slammed the upstairs bathroom door shut behind me.

"Edward called earlier, he wanted to hang out." I said trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Wait. Edward called you and wanted to hang out?" She asked as though I just told her I won a million dollars.

"Yes." I dragged.

"You can't be serious." She demanded.

"I am in fact."

"Wow. Who would have thought Edward Cullen and Bella Swan?" She laughed.

"This is no time for jokes!" I exclaimed.

"Bella, this is new for Edward if you haven't noticed already. He never shows interest in any of the girls at school. Until you came along that is." She added.

"Yeah, well he's waiting downstairs right now."

"Oh, Bella, call me when you get back then. I want to hear about this." She said enthusiastically.

"You'd think Edward and I made the cover of Vanity Fair magazine, but in high school." I sighed.

"Bye Bella!" She said as the other line went dead. This is insane. I thought.

"Hey." Edward smiled at me as I met him at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi." I replied feeling suddenly awkward.

"I thought we could go to the cafe and then if you want we can walk around town for a while if you want." He shrugged seeming shy.

"Sure" I smiled.

"Good." After I locked up the house Edward walked me to his car and opened the passenger door. When was the last time a guy opened the door for me?. . .Never.

"Thanks." I muttered narrowing my eyes as Edward hurried around to the other side of the car.

"What kinds of music do you like, Bella?" He asked starting the ignition.

"Anything really." Edward glanced at me out the corner of his eye.

"I'll take that into consideration." He grinned as he turned up the radio.

"Of course, you would listen to this." I chuckled. Somehow I could have guessed as much.

"Hurricane Bells is a good band." He shrugged.

"That they are." I agreed. We were quiet listening to Hurricane Bells. When the song finally ended another familiar song I grew up listening to with Renee came on. I smiled to myself.

"You know this song don't you, Bella?" Edward asked smiling slightly.

"Van Morrison. Everyone on the whole planet knows who he is. Well, at least they should." I chuckled; Edward chuckled with me as we pulled into the cafe parking lot.

Edward quickly climbed out of his Volvo coming around to open the passenger door for me yet again. I am so not used to that.

"Why do you look surprised when I open the door for you, Bella?" He wondered curiously as he closed the door.

"I guess I've never had a guy open and close doors for me other than my Dad and Phil." I said quietly, a little embarrassed.

"Really?" He seemed stunned. I nodded.

"You better get used to it then, Swan." He grinned. I think I blushed hiding my face from him with my hair. You're blushing now? Oh come on, since when? At least I wasn't the only one who was shocked by that. I could feel Edward's eyes on me as he held open the cafe door. Okay, I'm never going to get used to that.

"Hello, welcome to The Silver Cafe. Table for two?" A petite woman greeted us. I noticed her eyeing up Edward as he responded to her question. I might puke in a minute...

She led us to a small table in the middle of the diner, but Edward stopped her and quietly whispered something to her. She nodded and gestured for us to follow. I gave Edward a funny look wondering what was up.

"I asked for a table outside." He grinned innocently.

"Here you are. Would you like something to drink to start off?" She asked looking at Edward. That was very nice of her.

"Bella?" Edward asked looking at me. He really knows how to be a gentleman, huh Bella?

"A coke for me please." I told her sourly. I noticed Edward raising his eyebrows at me. Bite me, you unobservant ass.

"I'll have the same thing." Edward said.

"I'll be right back with your orders." She smiled sweetly at Edward. I hate our waiter. . .

"What?" I asked Edward who was still staring at me.

"You don't like her or something?" He wondered.

"No." I said bitterly.

"May I ask why?"

"I'd rather you didn't." I told him as she came back with our drinks.

"Anything else you two would like?" She asked setting our drinks on the table.

"No, that will be all." Edward said without looking at her. She didn't say anything else and walked away. And stay away, cougar lady.

"Are you hungry, Bella?"

"Not really. I had a big breakfast this morning." I lied even though I had somewhat of a breakfast that only consisted of one small bowl of cereal.

"Me either,"

"I have a question for you." He said trying not to smile taking a sip of coke.

"Ask away." I rolled my eyes.

"What were you and Angela talking about on the phone when I arrived?"

"Why do you ask?" I wondered.

"I'm curious." He said looking me straight in the eye.

"Oh, you know girl stuff." I teased. Edward stared at me through narrowed eyes.

"Girl stuff. I'll take that." He said satisfied as he sipped from his drink.

"My turn." I smiled wickedly. This is where the fun begins.

"Should I be afraid?" Edward teased.


"Where did you grow up?" I asked.

"I grew up in Chicago actually."

"Really? What was it like there?" Edward grew up in Chicago? Who would have guessed?

"Well, you see the sun more often out there," He chuckled.

"I think the best thing about Chicago is Lake Michigan. I wanted to live downtown when I was a kid." Edward smiled at the memory.

"But?" I added.

"But, Carlisle couldn't find a job out there and Esme didn't want us growing up in such a busy city like that." Edward rolled his eyes.

"Is that why you moved out here then?" I wondered. Edward sighed, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Something like that."

"If you could go anywhere you wanted to go, where would you go, Bella?" Edward asked quickly. I was caught off guard by the question as I thought of some place I always wanted to go.

"Where ever home is." I said brutally honest. Edward stared at me looking a little stunned, but that was the truth.

"That was the best answer I've ever heard." He said completely serious.

I don't know how long we sat in the cafe talking, but it seemed like it was hours and hours. We talked about anything and everything from books to movies to our childhood, and what we want to do after high school. Edward wants to be a doctor like Carlisle, while I want to be a elementary school teacher. Edward told me about his sister Alice, who is an extreme fashion freak and how she could tell me everything that was wrong with the outfit I'm wearing right now. He mentioned his brother, Emmett, who graduated last year and something about him being on the football team.

He also told me about Esme how she loves interior design, and how she designed their entire home. What the furniture was going to be, the style of the kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, everything. I learned that Esme could probably do anything and everything and she could be quite intimidating in that way, but she was a great mother. Carlisle is a hard working full time dad, and from the sound of it,

Edward is proud of Carlisle and Esme and thought they are the best two people to be together and be parents. I felt a little overwhelmed by the fact Edward seemed to have the perfect family while my parents are separated and pale in comparison. I didn't think families like that still existed until some point we had left the cafe and walked around town for a while, but I lost complete track of time until suddenly we were on our way back to Edward's Volvo when he got a phone call.

"Hey Al," He rolled his eyes.

"I'm still with Bella." He said a moment later.

"Yes I know." Edward chuckled. I couldn't help but eavesdrop a little even if it was one side of the conversation.

"Tonight?" I could hear her talking through the phone, but couldn't get what she was saying.

"I just met her a couple days ago, Alice." I got the strange feeling they were talking about me now.

"Well, tell them not tonight," Edward said, frustrated.

"Don't make me do this." He warned. He sighed as he ended the call glancing at me unsure.

"Bella, would you like to have dinner with my family tonight?"