"Charlie!" I hadn't ever run in heels so fast before in my life. Charlie's hari was graying in places and so was his beard. Other than that, he still looked the same.
I pulled back and smiled at him. "You look great."
"So do you Bells." Charlie smiled back.
"Bella!" A voice called for me across the airport. I knew this voice like I knew my own name. I turned to look at him tears stinging my eyes.
There he was. His green eyes were wide with surprise. His hair was a little longer and his body was a bit more muscled. He had stuble, but just enough to make him go from handsom, to sexy. A German shepard was standing at his side panting toward at me. He looked like he was grining.
I couldn't stop my feet from moving toward him. I had dropped my bag when I hugged Charlie so it wan't in the way. Edward dropped his bag and walked toward me. My feet were moving fast without my permittion and soon I was running.
Running faster than I had to Charlie. Running in six inch heels. "Edward!" I gasped when I hit his chest. My arms were squeezing his neck so hard it hurt. His arms were around my waist his face in my hair. "Bella." He breathed.
"Bella. I have our bags." I pulled myself out of Edward's arms and turned around.
Edward
"Bella. I have our bags." I looked up to see a blonde hair blue eyed man standing there. He was rather stylish if I say so myself.
"Hey." She smiled at him and pulled away from me to stand by him.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" He asked
She took his hand and I could feel my heart sinking. "Jason, this is Edward. Edward, this is Jacon, my fiance."
And my heart hit my feet.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe.
"It's a pleaser to meet you." He smiled and stuck out his hand.
I shook his hand roboticly. Fiance.
"Edward?" Bella touched my arm. "Edward are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm...."I couldn't finish.
"Edward?" She asked.
"What?" I whispered.
She stepped forward and kissed my cheek. "We're kidding." She laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm gay!" Jason burst out laughing. "I mean, she has a great butt and everything, but she's not my type."
"We do it to every guy that trys to hit on me. It's works. He's my personal stylest. I'm sorry." She smiled slightly.
"Oh, my God." I sighed in relief and pulled her into my arms.
Bella
So here I was, sitting by the pool at my old house, by my Dad with a glass of whisky.
"I'm guessing you missed Edward?" Charlie asked.
I nodded and smiled. "Never stopped." I down the last of my drink. "It's late and the flight was long. I'm going to bed." I kissed his head and made my way upstairs and into my room. Nothing had changed. It was the exact same way I left it when I went to Flordia.
Charlie knocked on my door the next morning. I rolled over to look at my clock. It was eight-thirty. "Come on in." I sat up and he peeped his head in.
"Someone is on the phone for you." I pulled the phone off the hook next to me and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Bella? I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you. But I was wondering, would you like to go out and get some breakfast with me? And maybe pass away the day in Seattle?" It ws Edward. I knew his voice.
"Sure. Um, give me, thirty minutes?" I asked throwing the comforter off and onto the floor.
"Of course. Call me when you are ready."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
Edward
My phone rang and I answered it imidetitly. "Hello?"
"Hey. It's Bella. I'm ready." I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I will be there in a minute."
"I'll be here." She hung up.
"I'm going out today." I yelled to Mom. "Going out to Seattle with Bella."
"Okay." She smiled. "Will you be home in time for dinner?"
"No. I'm going to take her out. Bye."
"Bye!" Esme yelled as I closed the door.
I looked around for my car but it wasn't in the drive way. Where was my car? Where the hell was my car?!
I pulled back and smiled at him. "You look great."
"So do you Bells." Charlie smiled back.
"Bella!" A voice called for me across the airport. I knew this voice like I knew my own name. I turned to look at him tears stinging my eyes.
There he was. His green eyes were wide with surprise. His hair was a little longer and his body was a bit more muscled. He had stuble, but just enough to make him go from handsom, to sexy. A German shepard was standing at his side panting toward at me. He looked like he was grining.
I couldn't stop my feet from moving toward him. I had dropped my bag when I hugged Charlie so it wan't in the way. Edward dropped his bag and walked toward me. My feet were moving fast without my permittion and soon I was running.
Running faster than I had to Charlie. Running in six inch heels. "Edward!" I gasped when I hit his chest. My arms were squeezing his neck so hard it hurt. His arms were around my waist his face in my hair. "Bella." He breathed.
"Bella. I have our bags." I pulled myself out of Edward's arms and turned around.
Edward
"Bella. I have our bags." I looked up to see a blonde hair blue eyed man standing there. He was rather stylish if I say so myself.
"Hey." She smiled at him and pulled away from me to stand by him.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" He asked
She took his hand and I could feel my heart sinking. "Jason, this is Edward. Edward, this is Jacon, my fiance."
And my heart hit my feet.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe.
"It's a pleaser to meet you." He smiled and stuck out his hand.
I shook his hand roboticly. Fiance.
"Edward?" Bella touched my arm. "Edward are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm...."I couldn't finish.
"Edward?" She asked.
"What?" I whispered.
She stepped forward and kissed my cheek. "We're kidding." She laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm gay!" Jason burst out laughing. "I mean, she has a great butt and everything, but she's not my type."
"We do it to every guy that trys to hit on me. It's works. He's my personal stylest. I'm sorry." She smiled slightly.
"Oh, my God." I sighed in relief and pulled her into my arms.
Bella
So here I was, sitting by the pool at my old house, by my Dad with a glass of whisky.
"I'm guessing you missed Edward?" Charlie asked.
I nodded and smiled. "Never stopped." I down the last of my drink. "It's late and the flight was long. I'm going to bed." I kissed his head and made my way upstairs and into my room. Nothing had changed. It was the exact same way I left it when I went to Flordia.
Charlie knocked on my door the next morning. I rolled over to look at my clock. It was eight-thirty. "Come on in." I sat up and he peeped his head in.
"Someone is on the phone for you." I pulled the phone off the hook next to me and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Bella? I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you. But I was wondering, would you like to go out and get some breakfast with me? And maybe pass away the day in Seattle?" It ws Edward. I knew his voice.
"Sure. Um, give me, thirty minutes?" I asked throwing the comforter off and onto the floor.
"Of course. Call me when you are ready."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
Edward
My phone rang and I answered it imidetitly. "Hello?"
"Hey. It's Bella. I'm ready." I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I will be there in a minute."
"I'll be here." She hung up.
"I'm going out today." I yelled to Mom. "Going out to Seattle with Bella."
"Okay." She smiled. "Will you be home in time for dinner?"
"No. I'm going to take her out. Bye."
"Bye!" Esme yelled as I closed the door.
I looked around for my car but it wasn't in the drive way. Where was my car? Where the hell was my car?!
"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."