Resident Geek: Chapter Ten
Title: Resident Geek
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: Edward/Bella
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 10/?
Warnings: Strong language, sexuality, and underage drinking.
Summary: Geeky Edward thinks he has absolutely no shot with the popular, beautiful Bella. Is he right, or will she be one of the many girls who thinks geeks make for better lovers? OOC-AH.
A/N: Mwah, lejen01. You make me sound smart when we both know I’m not.
You can thank ‘Paul Blart: Mall Cop’ for the awesome song choice.
If I named my chapters, this one would be ‘Fluffiness Abounds (and makes angst-driven people puke in the dumpster down the street)’.
~*~*~
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
This love affair can't wait
~"I Can't Hold Back" by Survivor~
~*~*~
Chapter 10
BPOV
I adjusted the top and looked at it critically in the mirror.
“How do you feel about this one?” I asked my trustworthy fashion consultant, aka Alice. She tilted her head to one side and pursed her lips.
“Why do you even own that? That shade of green makes you look ill and nauseated.” She danced over to my closet and grabbed a pink short-sleeve blouse without taking more than a second to look everything in my closet over. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. It was almost like she planned that.
Hmph.
I took the offered top and put it on, spun left and then right to see myself from every angle. Alice smiled at me like she was amused.
“What?” I huffed, turning around to face her.
“I've never seen you like this before,” she explained, waving her arm up and down at me. “You care what you look like! Finally.” She muttered that last word under her breath, perhaps hoping that I wouldn’t hear it.
But I did.
Frowning, I glanced back over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror. Alice was right. I'd never really put thought into what I wore before. Usually I just went with whatever I came upon first, even when I was dating and going out. There was just something about Edward that made me want to look my best. Not necessarily flaunt my body, but look good... for him.
“You really like him, you want to kiss him, you want to hug him, you want to love him,” Alice sang teasingly.
I rolled my eyes at her and flipped my hair back behind my shoulder. “You need to stop watching that movie so much. It's rotting your brain and making you crazy.”
“Whatever,” she replied, dismissing my warning. “You'll be glad I've seen it as much as I have when I'm a FBI agent slash Miss America. Plus, you love me, crazy and all.” Then she made the strangest face, sucking in her upper lip and crossing her eyes, so she looked like an insane chipmunk, but still managing to look cute. I laughed, unable to help myself and Alice smiled in triumph.
“Okay, I'm leaving,” I told her, grabbing my phone and keys off the top of my dresser. “Don't waiiiit uuup.”
“Bye! Have fun,” Alice snickered, winking like she had just made the naughtiest innuendo known to mankind. I really needed to get her away from those romantic comedies. They were turning her brain to mush.
Thinking about movies turned my mind to Edward and tonight. Climbing up into my truck, I wondered which movie he planned for us to watch tonight... and how long we would actually watch it. I felt a fast build up of unbridled joy tense my entire body, but suppressed it before it could burst out of me in squeal form. Maybe later. When there weren't people in cars next to me.
It was a short drive over to Edward's place and an even shorter walk up to his apartment, since I practically bounded up the stairs. Pressing the doorbell, I breathed in deeply and exhaled, giving one last tug on my shirt and smoothing down my hair. The door opened and there he was - hair standing almost on end, glasses tilted just so, wearing a gray shirt that read 'The Dice Are Trying To Kill Me', a pair of green, baggy cargo pants, and sneakers. If I had sat down one day and tried to list out what I would want my perfect guy to look like, trust me when I say this would not be it.
But for whatever reason, it was exactly what I wanted.
Because I wanted him. Period.
“Hey,” Edward said, smiling his lust-inducing crooked smile. Naughty things ran through my mind when he smiled like that.
“Hey,” I replied, stepping inside when he moved to the side to make room for me. He followed behind me into the living room where I came to a halt in the middle of the room, since I had no idea where or what he had planned. Edward came up beside me and I turned toward him, waiting for him to make the first move.
“So...” he began, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my mouth like he couldn't decide where to look. I couldn't help but smirk. He was too adorable.
“Yes?” I asked, trying to help him along.
“Um.” He shot a look around us and then settled his gaze on my eyes. “Is Chinese alright? I figured since we had pizza last night, you wouldn't want it again.”
I was a little disappointed that he hadn't kissed me, but let it go for the moment. “Chinese is fine. I'm not picky.”
He made a move toward the kitchen, stopped, and then spun around. “Why don't you pick something out for us to watch?”
“Okay.” I walked over to the tower of DVDs and scanned the titles, remembering haven seen a couple of movies that had intrigued me yesterday. I settled on one I kind of wanted to watch, but not enough that I would mind missing it if things... progressed between Edward and I.
“Do you like Dr. Pepper?” Edward suddenly yelled from the kitchen, dispelling the images of he and I entangled on the couch from my mind.
“Love it,” I answered, dropping the DVD case on the coffee table and making my way over to him. I surprised him when he turned away from the refrigerator with a can of Dr. Pepper in each hand, causing him to jump a little. He laughed a little as he closed the fridge door with his foot.
“Didn't see you there.”
I shrugged, not caring that I'd scared him. I had bigger things on my mind.
“Don't worry about it,” I assured him, taking two steps forward, which brought me right in front of him so that my eyes were now level with his collar bone. I always forgot how tall he was until I was standing right next to him. He stepped back nervously and bumped into the refrigerator.
“Hey,” I said softly, reaching up and lightly resting my hands on his forearms. “There's no need to be scared of me.”
“I'm not, uh, I'm not scared of you,” he protested sheepishly.
“You seem to be scared of me... you look like a deer caught in headlights.”
Edward's breathing became more erratic and I started to grow concerned. “Just relax. Breathe in and out.” I moved my hands from his arms to his chest and slowly ran them up and down his shirt, in a hopefully calming manner. “That’s it - in and out. Now... tell me what's wrong,” I murmured soothingly.
“I don't know what to do,” he admitted after several deep breaths.
“About what?”
“About... how to act... around you.”
“Oh.” An unfortunate bubble of laughter started up my throat, but I valiantly fought it to the death. I never understood why I felt like laughing at inappropriate moments. It never ended well.
“You should act like yourself,” I said adamantly, leaning ever so slightly into him and the heat he was radiating.
“I wish I knew who that was.”
I couldn't help but smile because, deep down, isn't that how we all feel?
“Okay then,” I sighed. “I'll be me and you just follow my lead.”
His eyebrows arched above the frame of his glasses as I took the last step forward that closed the space between us, rose up onto my toes, and lightly nipped his bottom lip. Edward grunted, which was a surprising noise to hear from him. But not nearly as surprising, or as hot, as the next thing he did.
Which was wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around so that I was the one against the refrigerator. Then he crushed his lips to mine and I was lost. Lost to the feeling of him pressed against me, lost to the heat racing through my blood, lost to the rightness of it all.
Until I heard a thump, thump, and then a hisssssss right as I felt a spray of something cold and filmy across my neck and arms. Edward and I both jumped away from the refrigerator with cries of shock. I craned my neck around Edward to see what had happened as he grabbed a towel from the sink and tossed it in my direction. My eyes fell to a spinning can of Dr. Pepper on the floor right underneath the refrigerator, spewing forth its contents and covering every inch of the kitchen it could reach in sticky brown soda.
“What happened?” I asked, not even caring that half of my shirt was covered in brown soda. Only that Alice was going to kill me for ruining it.
“Ugh. I dropped the cans. It was stupid, I know, but I forgot I was holding them and -”
“Edward,” I interrupted. “It's okay.”
He ducked his head and ran a hand through his hair, which probably wasn't the smartest idea, since it only transferred the Dr. Pepper on his hand to his hair.
“I'm such a dork sometimes.”
“No, you're not,” I started arguing, but he stared at me like I was a moron and I reevaluated my answer. “Okay, sometimes you're a dork. But in this instance, you weren't. It could have happened to anyone.”
He made a protesting noise in the back of his throat that sounded like 'mmph'.
“Seriously, it's fine. Now. Do you have a shirt I can borrow? Because I think I can feel the Dr. Pepper drying and it's not a... pleasant sensation.”
Edward gave me a once over and chuckled. He brushed away a few strands of hair that were sticking to my neck as he answered, “Yeah, I have a shirt you can borrow.”
Then he turned and walked toward his room, giving the dissipated can a wide berth, and I followed, frankly because I didn't want to just stand in the kitchen and wait for him to return. He crossed his bedroom floor until he reached the dresser and then he pulled out the second drawer.
“Most of my shirts are going to be huge on you, but I've had this one” - he pulled out a worn, gray shirt with a flourish - “since I was in junior high, so it might fit you.”
“Thanks,” I said as he handed it over.
“Go ahead and get cleaned up first. I'll go mop up the mess in the kitchen.”
I wanted to tell him that I would be more than happy to help with the cleaning, but Edward was already kicking himself over the entire thing, so I figured it would be easier to just go along with it. But I vowed to get unsticky as quickly as possible to assist with the swamp in the kitchen as Edward pointed me in the direction of the bathroom that connected his and Ben's rooms.
I was concentrating on not getting any soda droplets on my jeans or shoes so it was only when I had flung the dripping shirt into the sink that I saw Ben and Edward's choice of bathroom decorations and laughed out loud.
Oh. My. God.
It had to be one of the nerdiest things I've ever seen, but I was slightly in awe of it as well.
Decorating three walls, from top to bottom, was... what appeared to be a continuous scene from Super Mario Brothers, the original Nintendo one. On one wall, Mario was jumping over a flower, which was coming out of a green tube above the toilet, so he could hit a gold colored block. Another wall had short mushroom things with eyes walking along the towel rack. There were some gold coins above more bricks and then a couple of turtles on the third wall.
I only recognized the game because I used to watch some friends play it when I was younger. I was never one to play video games because my hand-eye coordination was shit, but that didn't stop me from appreciating those people who could play well. I bet Edward could play well.
I would bet anything that his hand-eye coordination was great, especially after catching himself and me so impressively this afternoon.
And those long fingers... moving back and forth rapidly on a game controller....
Oh, lord.
Did it just get hot in here?
Stay focused, Bella, I reminded myself. Stop daydreaming about Edward's fingers. Especially about those fingers running up and down your bare back, moving around to your stomach, and playing with your belly button. And then, just when you think you're going to go out of your mind with lust, he slowly moves them lower to sweep across your clit and -
Jesus!
I needed to stop doing that or I would never leave this bathroom.
Oh, god. His bathroom. The place where he stripped down, got naked, and took showers, getting all wet and steamy and -
No.
Stop that. Right. Now.
Get cleaned up and get back to the kitchen. That is the mission.
Stick to the fucking mission.
Ten minutes later, wearing a shirt that was two sizes too big on me, I stepped out of the bathroom. Edward was sitting on his bed, now wearing a greenish shirt that read 'Blue Sun' and had some Japanese symbol underneath it.
“Hey, are you already done? Because I was going to help...” I trailed off and self-consciously gathered the extra shirt material in one hand, then released it. I liked wearing baggy clothes every once in awhile, but this was kind of pushing it. I had wanted to look nice for him, not like I was homeless.
“Yeah, it didn't take very long. And the food came while you were in there.”
“Oh.” Apparently I had missed a lot while I was daydreaming in the bathroom.
“You hungry?” he asked, getting up from the bed. I walked over to him and grabbed his hand, giving it a little squeeze.
“Yes, I am.”
We walked hand in hand to the dining room where all the food he had ordered was laid out buffet style. My stomach rumbled in response, which was rather embarrassing, but what can you do? We made our plates and I scrambled for a topic to talk about before my brain could take the opportunity to dream up another naked Edward situation.
“So, what did your other shirt mean? The one with the dice.”
Edward blushed, actually blushed, which was the cutest thing in the world and swallowed the food he had just shoved in his mouth. “It's supposed to be funny. In Dungeons and Dragons, everything you do depends on the roll of dice you have, so when you have a few bad rolls in a row, you have no choice but to think that the dice are trying to kill you.”
“Dungeons and Dragons?” Hadn't Angela mentioned something about that the other day?
“Yep, D&D. I play every once in while with a group of guys. Actually, we're playing tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah?” My interest was definitely piqued now.
“Yeah... would you... um, would you want to play with us?” I smirked at his question and he flushed when he figured out the reason for it. “I mean, would you want to join... not necessarily join, but watch us, if you want.” He rubbed the back of his head vigorously and sighed dejectedly.
I smiled sympathetically for causing him so much distress and, to make up for it, sweetly answered, “I'd love to play with you, Edward.”
He turned beet red at that and I grinned, loving that I could get such a reaction from him. We quickly finished our meal and moved into the living room to finally start the movie I had picked out, ‘Weird Science’. One hour and six minutes later, neither one of us was paying attention to the screen.
~*~*~
A/N: I know, I pulled a SM. But don't fret. There will be plenty of Bella/Edward action coming soon.
Defs/Refs -
The movie Alice references - ‘Miss Congeniality’ starring Sandra Bullock and… some other people. Cute and fluffy, which is what Sandra Bullock does best. The girl they have from Texas irritates me to no end. Little Miss Country Girl, my ass.
Super Mario Brothers - for those of you born in the 90s :shudders a little with that thought: Super Mario Bros was one of the first games Nintendo came out with. I owned the kick-ass version that had the shooting game with it. I miss Mario. :sigh: Also, the bathroom description isn't wallpaper. It's actually stickers that Edward and Ben obtained at thinkgeek(dot)com. You can see a picture here.
'Blue Sun' shirt - comes from the 'Firefly' series, which I've mentioned insistently in this story. The company's name and logo are seen on food cans and advertisements throughout the 'verse. It's my favorite because I love anything that draws attention to Firefly. And yes, I realize the shirt has Chinese characters and not Japanese. But Bella doesn't know this.
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Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: Edward/Bella
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 10/?
Warnings: Strong language, sexuality, and underage drinking.
Summary: Geeky Edward thinks he has absolutely no shot with the popular, beautiful Bella. Is he right, or will she be one of the many girls who thinks geeks make for better lovers? OOC-AH.
A/N: Mwah, lejen01. You make me sound smart when we both know I’m not.
You can thank ‘Paul Blart: Mall Cop’ for the awesome song choice.
If I named my chapters, this one would be ‘Fluffiness Abounds (and makes angst-driven people puke in the dumpster down the street)’.
~*~*~
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
This love affair can't wait
~"I Can't Hold Back" by Survivor~
~*~*~
Chapter 10
BPOV
I adjusted the top and looked at it critically in the mirror.
“How do you feel about this one?” I asked my trustworthy fashion consultant, aka Alice. She tilted her head to one side and pursed her lips.
“Why do you even own that? That shade of green makes you look ill and nauseated.” She danced over to my closet and grabbed a pink short-sleeve blouse without taking more than a second to look everything in my closet over. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. It was almost like she planned that.
Hmph.
I took the offered top and put it on, spun left and then right to see myself from every angle. Alice smiled at me like she was amused.
“What?” I huffed, turning around to face her.
“I've never seen you like this before,” she explained, waving her arm up and down at me. “You care what you look like! Finally.” She muttered that last word under her breath, perhaps hoping that I wouldn’t hear it.
But I did.
Frowning, I glanced back over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror. Alice was right. I'd never really put thought into what I wore before. Usually I just went with whatever I came upon first, even when I was dating and going out. There was just something about Edward that made me want to look my best. Not necessarily flaunt my body, but look good... for him.
“You really like him, you want to kiss him, you want to hug him, you want to love him,” Alice sang teasingly.
I rolled my eyes at her and flipped my hair back behind my shoulder. “You need to stop watching that movie so much. It's rotting your brain and making you crazy.”
“Whatever,” she replied, dismissing my warning. “You'll be glad I've seen it as much as I have when I'm a FBI agent slash Miss America. Plus, you love me, crazy and all.” Then she made the strangest face, sucking in her upper lip and crossing her eyes, so she looked like an insane chipmunk, but still managing to look cute. I laughed, unable to help myself and Alice smiled in triumph.
“Okay, I'm leaving,” I told her, grabbing my phone and keys off the top of my dresser. “Don't waiiiit uuup.”
“Bye! Have fun,” Alice snickered, winking like she had just made the naughtiest innuendo known to mankind. I really needed to get her away from those romantic comedies. They were turning her brain to mush.
Thinking about movies turned my mind to Edward and tonight. Climbing up into my truck, I wondered which movie he planned for us to watch tonight... and how long we would actually watch it. I felt a fast build up of unbridled joy tense my entire body, but suppressed it before it could burst out of me in squeal form. Maybe later. When there weren't people in cars next to me.
It was a short drive over to Edward's place and an even shorter walk up to his apartment, since I practically bounded up the stairs. Pressing the doorbell, I breathed in deeply and exhaled, giving one last tug on my shirt and smoothing down my hair. The door opened and there he was - hair standing almost on end, glasses tilted just so, wearing a gray shirt that read 'The Dice Are Trying To Kill Me', a pair of green, baggy cargo pants, and sneakers. If I had sat down one day and tried to list out what I would want my perfect guy to look like, trust me when I say this would not be it.
But for whatever reason, it was exactly what I wanted.
Because I wanted him. Period.
“Hey,” Edward said, smiling his lust-inducing crooked smile. Naughty things ran through my mind when he smiled like that.
“Hey,” I replied, stepping inside when he moved to the side to make room for me. He followed behind me into the living room where I came to a halt in the middle of the room, since I had no idea where or what he had planned. Edward came up beside me and I turned toward him, waiting for him to make the first move.
“So...” he began, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my mouth like he couldn't decide where to look. I couldn't help but smirk. He was too adorable.
“Yes?” I asked, trying to help him along.
“Um.” He shot a look around us and then settled his gaze on my eyes. “Is Chinese alright? I figured since we had pizza last night, you wouldn't want it again.”
I was a little disappointed that he hadn't kissed me, but let it go for the moment. “Chinese is fine. I'm not picky.”
He made a move toward the kitchen, stopped, and then spun around. “Why don't you pick something out for us to watch?”
“Okay.” I walked over to the tower of DVDs and scanned the titles, remembering haven seen a couple of movies that had intrigued me yesterday. I settled on one I kind of wanted to watch, but not enough that I would mind missing it if things... progressed between Edward and I.
“Do you like Dr. Pepper?” Edward suddenly yelled from the kitchen, dispelling the images of he and I entangled on the couch from my mind.
“Love it,” I answered, dropping the DVD case on the coffee table and making my way over to him. I surprised him when he turned away from the refrigerator with a can of Dr. Pepper in each hand, causing him to jump a little. He laughed a little as he closed the fridge door with his foot.
“Didn't see you there.”
I shrugged, not caring that I'd scared him. I had bigger things on my mind.
“Don't worry about it,” I assured him, taking two steps forward, which brought me right in front of him so that my eyes were now level with his collar bone. I always forgot how tall he was until I was standing right next to him. He stepped back nervously and bumped into the refrigerator.
“Hey,” I said softly, reaching up and lightly resting my hands on his forearms. “There's no need to be scared of me.”
“I'm not, uh, I'm not scared of you,” he protested sheepishly.
“You seem to be scared of me... you look like a deer caught in headlights.”
Edward's breathing became more erratic and I started to grow concerned. “Just relax. Breathe in and out.” I moved my hands from his arms to his chest and slowly ran them up and down his shirt, in a hopefully calming manner. “That’s it - in and out. Now... tell me what's wrong,” I murmured soothingly.
“I don't know what to do,” he admitted after several deep breaths.
“About what?”
“About... how to act... around you.”
“Oh.” An unfortunate bubble of laughter started up my throat, but I valiantly fought it to the death. I never understood why I felt like laughing at inappropriate moments. It never ended well.
“You should act like yourself,” I said adamantly, leaning ever so slightly into him and the heat he was radiating.
“I wish I knew who that was.”
I couldn't help but smile because, deep down, isn't that how we all feel?
“Okay then,” I sighed. “I'll be me and you just follow my lead.”
His eyebrows arched above the frame of his glasses as I took the last step forward that closed the space between us, rose up onto my toes, and lightly nipped his bottom lip. Edward grunted, which was a surprising noise to hear from him. But not nearly as surprising, or as hot, as the next thing he did.
Which was wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around so that I was the one against the refrigerator. Then he crushed his lips to mine and I was lost. Lost to the feeling of him pressed against me, lost to the heat racing through my blood, lost to the rightness of it all.
Until I heard a thump, thump, and then a hisssssss right as I felt a spray of something cold and filmy across my neck and arms. Edward and I both jumped away from the refrigerator with cries of shock. I craned my neck around Edward to see what had happened as he grabbed a towel from the sink and tossed it in my direction. My eyes fell to a spinning can of Dr. Pepper on the floor right underneath the refrigerator, spewing forth its contents and covering every inch of the kitchen it could reach in sticky brown soda.
“What happened?” I asked, not even caring that half of my shirt was covered in brown soda. Only that Alice was going to kill me for ruining it.
“Ugh. I dropped the cans. It was stupid, I know, but I forgot I was holding them and -”
“Edward,” I interrupted. “It's okay.”
He ducked his head and ran a hand through his hair, which probably wasn't the smartest idea, since it only transferred the Dr. Pepper on his hand to his hair.
“I'm such a dork sometimes.”
“No, you're not,” I started arguing, but he stared at me like I was a moron and I reevaluated my answer. “Okay, sometimes you're a dork. But in this instance, you weren't. It could have happened to anyone.”
He made a protesting noise in the back of his throat that sounded like 'mmph'.
“Seriously, it's fine. Now. Do you have a shirt I can borrow? Because I think I can feel the Dr. Pepper drying and it's not a... pleasant sensation.”
Edward gave me a once over and chuckled. He brushed away a few strands of hair that were sticking to my neck as he answered, “Yeah, I have a shirt you can borrow.”
Then he turned and walked toward his room, giving the dissipated can a wide berth, and I followed, frankly because I didn't want to just stand in the kitchen and wait for him to return. He crossed his bedroom floor until he reached the dresser and then he pulled out the second drawer.
“Most of my shirts are going to be huge on you, but I've had this one” - he pulled out a worn, gray shirt with a flourish - “since I was in junior high, so it might fit you.”
“Thanks,” I said as he handed it over.
“Go ahead and get cleaned up first. I'll go mop up the mess in the kitchen.”
I wanted to tell him that I would be more than happy to help with the cleaning, but Edward was already kicking himself over the entire thing, so I figured it would be easier to just go along with it. But I vowed to get unsticky as quickly as possible to assist with the swamp in the kitchen as Edward pointed me in the direction of the bathroom that connected his and Ben's rooms.
I was concentrating on not getting any soda droplets on my jeans or shoes so it was only when I had flung the dripping shirt into the sink that I saw Ben and Edward's choice of bathroom decorations and laughed out loud.
Oh. My. God.
It had to be one of the nerdiest things I've ever seen, but I was slightly in awe of it as well.
Decorating three walls, from top to bottom, was... what appeared to be a continuous scene from Super Mario Brothers, the original Nintendo one. On one wall, Mario was jumping over a flower, which was coming out of a green tube above the toilet, so he could hit a gold colored block. Another wall had short mushroom things with eyes walking along the towel rack. There were some gold coins above more bricks and then a couple of turtles on the third wall.
I only recognized the game because I used to watch some friends play it when I was younger. I was never one to play video games because my hand-eye coordination was shit, but that didn't stop me from appreciating those people who could play well. I bet Edward could play well.
I would bet anything that his hand-eye coordination was great, especially after catching himself and me so impressively this afternoon.
And those long fingers... moving back and forth rapidly on a game controller....
Oh, lord.
Did it just get hot in here?
Stay focused, Bella, I reminded myself. Stop daydreaming about Edward's fingers. Especially about those fingers running up and down your bare back, moving around to your stomach, and playing with your belly button. And then, just when you think you're going to go out of your mind with lust, he slowly moves them lower to sweep across your clit and -
Jesus!
I needed to stop doing that or I would never leave this bathroom.
Oh, god. His bathroom. The place where he stripped down, got naked, and took showers, getting all wet and steamy and -
No.
Stop that. Right. Now.
Get cleaned up and get back to the kitchen. That is the mission.
Stick to the fucking mission.
Ten minutes later, wearing a shirt that was two sizes too big on me, I stepped out of the bathroom. Edward was sitting on his bed, now wearing a greenish shirt that read 'Blue Sun' and had some Japanese symbol underneath it.
“Hey, are you already done? Because I was going to help...” I trailed off and self-consciously gathered the extra shirt material in one hand, then released it. I liked wearing baggy clothes every once in awhile, but this was kind of pushing it. I had wanted to look nice for him, not like I was homeless.
“Yeah, it didn't take very long. And the food came while you were in there.”
“Oh.” Apparently I had missed a lot while I was daydreaming in the bathroom.
“You hungry?” he asked, getting up from the bed. I walked over to him and grabbed his hand, giving it a little squeeze.
“Yes, I am.”
We walked hand in hand to the dining room where all the food he had ordered was laid out buffet style. My stomach rumbled in response, which was rather embarrassing, but what can you do? We made our plates and I scrambled for a topic to talk about before my brain could take the opportunity to dream up another naked Edward situation.
“So, what did your other shirt mean? The one with the dice.”
Edward blushed, actually blushed, which was the cutest thing in the world and swallowed the food he had just shoved in his mouth. “It's supposed to be funny. In Dungeons and Dragons, everything you do depends on the roll of dice you have, so when you have a few bad rolls in a row, you have no choice but to think that the dice are trying to kill you.”
“Dungeons and Dragons?” Hadn't Angela mentioned something about that the other day?
“Yep, D&D. I play every once in while with a group of guys. Actually, we're playing tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah?” My interest was definitely piqued now.
“Yeah... would you... um, would you want to play with us?” I smirked at his question and he flushed when he figured out the reason for it. “I mean, would you want to join... not necessarily join, but watch us, if you want.” He rubbed the back of his head vigorously and sighed dejectedly.
I smiled sympathetically for causing him so much distress and, to make up for it, sweetly answered, “I'd love to play with you, Edward.”
He turned beet red at that and I grinned, loving that I could get such a reaction from him. We quickly finished our meal and moved into the living room to finally start the movie I had picked out, ‘Weird Science’. One hour and six minutes later, neither one of us was paying attention to the screen.
~*~*~
A/N: I know, I pulled a SM. But don't fret. There will be plenty of Bella/Edward action coming soon.
Defs/Refs -
The movie Alice references - ‘Miss Congeniality’ starring Sandra Bullock and… some other people. Cute and fluffy, which is what Sandra Bullock does best. The girl they have from Texas irritates me to no end. Little Miss Country Girl, my ass.
Super Mario Brothers - for those of you born in the 90s :shudders a little with that thought: Super Mario Bros was one of the first games Nintendo came out with. I owned the kick-ass version that had the shooting game with it. I miss Mario. :sigh: Also, the bathroom description isn't wallpaper. It's actually stickers that Edward and Ben obtained at thinkgeek(dot)com. You can see a picture here.
'Blue Sun' shirt - comes from the 'Firefly' series, which I've mentioned insistently in this story. The company's name and logo are seen on food cans and advertisements throughout the 'verse. It's my favorite because I love anything that draws attention to Firefly. And yes, I realize the shirt has Chinese characters and not Japanese. But Bella doesn't know this.
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