I'm beginning to really like this story. In this chapter, Deedee gives Edward something to think about, and he acts on Alice's advice.
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To anon: I didn't make it up, I got it from a Web site. Besides, in this fic, Edward never loved Bella, so it's not narrowing down; it's just a realization that what he had was infatuation, not love. You'll learn more in this chapter, if you choose to keep reading :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, the Vampire Diaries, Nancy Drew, Miralax, or OMK. Everything but OMK is copyrighted. OMK belongs to KatherineSalvatore1918.
I keep mulling over things even after school has let out, and I stay desperately as far away from Bella and Nessie as I can, lest I let slip the nature of my thoughts to either of them. Bella is a problem because I had trusted her with far too much over the years; not much for a vampire, granted, but a lot for a human. Moreover, what with Nessie's unusual gift, she'd be able to guess what I was thinking in a heartbeat: a human heartbeat, that is.
As much as I try to avoid both Bella and Nessie, the one force of destruction I can't escape is Alice. She insists on following me around the house until I tell her what is happening. Like she hadn't seen it coming already. I finally escape by telling her I have to go to the bathroom and locking myself inside. She, of course, sees through my lie – vampires can't go to the bathroom – and she pounds on the bathroom door, waiting for me to come out.
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen," she yells, pounding with her tiny little fist on the wooden door, "if you don't open this door right this second, I'm going to break it down!" I can already see a hole wearing through the door, so I open it quickly. A broken bathroom door was the last thing any of us needed.
She stands outside with her hands on her hips. "Care to explain your mysterious lack of speech this afternoon? Or maybe why you're avoiding Bella and Nessie? They're absolutely," at this, her lips curve up into a mischievous smile, "dying to know."
"Ha-ha," I mutter scornfully. "I'll write it down."
She nods, her facial features softening a little in sympathy. Do you not want them to know? Is this something very serious? she thinks at me.
I nod grimly. We go to my room, and after locking the door securely so no one can come in (a silly precaution, as it went; one measly little door wouldn't stop anybody from entering the room), I grab a piece of paper and a pen and scrawl down the entire story. Alice reads it as I write, and as she reaches the end, her hand flies up to her face. She looks aghast.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I never knew – it was just – I couldn't read her mind, and it was intriguing..."
Alice completely dismisses this, fretting over things of her own. "I was wrong?" She looks extremely worried, but this is definitely not the reason why that I have been expecting. "I'm never wrong!"
"Well, technically," I begin, trying to soothe her, "you weren't wrong. You predicted Bella and me getting married. There wasn't anything about Bella and me –"
"Shhh!" she hisses. "No one can know until you find out who it is! Otherwise, this family will dissipate into chaos. I'm sure of that one thing. I don't need a vision to prove it."
The weekend passes by quickly – too quickly for my liking. I want more time to think about Alice's prediction of doom. Dissipate into chaos? That's a bit much. Bella would be angry, certainly, and Rosalie would be furious that all of us had risked our lives numerous times for nothing. Jasper and Esme would understand, Carlisle would be disappointed, and Alice – well, Alice already knows. Nessie would be heartbroken, but Jacob would comfort her. Right?
I refuse to believe that something as small as this could cause our family to 'dissipate into chaos'. Alice is exaggerating; she has to be.
On Monday, I find it hard to listen or pay attention to what any of the teachers are saying; in first period, Ms. Hayes excuses me, but the rest of the teachers aren't so forgiving. I have to scrounge around in their minds for the answers to their unheard questions.
I think and think all day, and am about to do the same in fifth period social studies when I hear the mental voice of one Deedee Castleberry. She is, like most, thinking about us, but unlike most, she is analyzing all of our faults. I eagerly listen.
Alice Cullen seems to me to be the most normal one out of all of them, go Deedee's thoughts. I actually really like her. Jasper looks like he's constipated and has always been and nobody ever thought to give him any Miralax, but he's really hot. Emmett needs to stop flexing his muscles, or else Rosalie is going to bust a gut. Speaking of Rosalie, she has some serious anger issues. I get that she loves her family, but can she not glare the fuck out of every living being she sees? Just for once? Nessie seems okay, but she's way too clingy and at this rate, Jacob is never going to ask her out. Jacob seems to me the most down-to-earth of all of them; he's the only one that doesn't act as if he's on a pedestal above the rest of the world. None of the rest of them ever talk to anybody, and I don't think it's because they're shy. Snooty is more like it. And Bella is just about the whiniest bitch I've ever seen in my entire life. Someone needs to tell her that the world doesn't revolve around her, because soon she's going to start thinking she's the queen of the world. And that Edward Cullen is a very odd bird. He's like some sort of manic-depressive or something. I don't even get what Gabriella sees in him, but it's her brain. Whatever.
She stops thinking about us after that, and focuses on the lesson, stopping once in a while to chat with my sister.
'I don't even get what Gabriella sees in him', Deedee thought. Well, it would be only too easy to probe the thoughts of Gabriella Martin; she is in the science classroom just across the hall. I prepare to look through her mind, expecting to find the usual silly little schoolgirl fantasies that I have always found in the minds of girls thinking about me. Instead, I am surprised.
I wonder whether Damon and Elena are going to kiss in the next Vampire Diaries episode. I hope they do. OMK that would be amazing!
What in the world does OMK stand for? I stop to wonder, before continuing to listen in.
Why is Alex being such a douche bag? Britney OMK shut the fuck up! Dear Lord! I don't want to be Christian, nor do I want to hear you blather on about the rules of your stupid secret! If you don't want to tell me, just say so! God! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! THERE! I FUCKING SAID IT!
She isn't thinking about me at all! I am amazed; there's a girl that likes me that doesn't think about me every second of the day! I don't know whether to be offended, angry, or pleasantly surprised. I'm being replaced in the thoughts of a teenage girl by profanities and some Christian girl.
Suddenly, a girl sitting beside Gabriella – Katherine – starts teasing her. "Who likes Edward Cullen? Oh yeah! It's YOU!"
"Sshhhh!" Gabriella hisses.
"Oh, GABBY!" She grins. "Who am I to stand in the way of your LUUUURRRRVVEE?"
"Don't. Call. Me. Gabby." She clenches her teeth together.
I am snapped back to the present, and search around in her mind. She asked me to open the window. "Oh...of course." I get up and open the window.
Deedee shivers next to me. "Ugh! Now it's freezing!" She removes her sweater from the back of her chair and puts it on. She turns to Alice. "Why aren't you cold?"
Then the unthinkable happens. She touches Alice's skin and gasps. "Your skin! It's ice-cold! You're freezing!" She takes off her own sweater and wraps it around Alice's tiny shoulders. "Here – you need it more than I do."
"Thanks," says Alice, while shooting a warning look at me. "Thanks, but I'm fine. Really." She gives Deedee back her sweater. Alice falls silent for a few moments, before turning to Deedee again and voicing her thoughts.
"I'm curious," she starts. "What is Deedee short for?"
Deedee laughs. "My full name is Deirdre Diana Castleberry. I know. Deirdre, what a horrible name. My mom liked Nancy Drew – that's the explanation she gives me. Diana's a bit better. I wanted people to call me by my middle name, but no one in this school likes the name Diana as much as I do, so Deedee's a good nickname for both the names."
"I like the name Diana!" chirps Alice. They really do make good friends, now that I think about it. We never interact with any humans because we are afraid that they'll discover our secret, but really, humans aren't smart enough to figure it out. The only reason Bella found out was my idiocy. I was giving away many, many context clues, and she was exceptionally aware of every move I made.
"So what do you like to do?" That's Alice.
"I love to sing. Actually, I'm in a band. It's called Silverwing. In fact, you can come. Any one of us can invite someone – only one person. Will you come?"
"I'd love to!"
Alice accepted an invitation from a human. A human invited one of us to something. I heard of the famed Southern hospitality, but I didn't think it actually existed.
The rest of the day, no one else talks to us. So it isn't Southern hospitality. It's just that Deedee is either exceptionally nice or exceptionally outgoing. I don't think she's stupid like I thought other humans were stupid for talking to us. In their eyes, we are just normal people. Maybe snooty people, like Deedee's thoughts indicate, but people nonetheless.
My New Year's resolution: I'm going to stop being a stick-in-the-mud; I'm going to talk to people.
I'm going to make Alice's vision come true.
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